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crushmeeren · 1 year ago

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❥ Fem Reader

❥ Warnings; cursing, teasing, dirty talk, praising, soft! dom Tamaki, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy sex, pussy eating, fingering, vaginal sex

Note; for the lovely anon requester, I super loved writing this, I love Tamaki — the soft dom version of him hits the spot.

Tamaki is, more often than not, tightly wound into a ball of nerves. Not to say he hasn’t gotten any better at being able to handle the reigns of his anxiety, because he certainly has.

It’s just, there’s always a small undercurrent of unease lingering in his belly. Making his pulse thunder, fingers shaking with unrestrained adrenaline each time he gets interviewed after a villain beat down.

He’s ashamed to admit that even when he’s with friends the unsettling sensation remains, albeit minutely. It creeps across the back of his mind, lurking in the shadows at all times.

That is, unless he’s with you, and now, with your baby girl too. Funnily enough, his hands were as steady as they’d ever been when he first held his little girl.

His heart didn’t race, he wasn’t choking to death on butterflies— okay well, those things were happening. Just not in an oh my god the sky is falling type of way. It was in an oh my god I love my family so much I’m gonna throw up scenario.

Tamaki was drowning in his feelings for the two of you, so much so that he definitely did burst into tears.

Tamaki’s sweet little Chiyoko is two years old now, and don’t get him wrong, he’s happy. But fuck — he’d be remiss if he didn’t admit he’s starting to get that itch again. The one that clouds his mind and turns his thoughts into a one track mind of I want a baby, I want a baby, I need to knock her up NOW —

Tamaki just really longs for another little one to raise, someone to teach how to be better than he ever has been. Another person he can completely be himself with, who he’ll love unconditionally. He’ll always strive to give his kids a better world than the one he grew up in.

Although, if he’s being honest, what really severed the pathetically thin thread that was left of his patience was when he came across what must’ve been the 10th pregnant woman while out on patrol today.

All Tamaki could keep picturing was you. With your belly so cute, so swollen and so so round with his baby.

An image involuntarily pops up behind his eyelids. It’s of your pretty face, your lower lip pushed out so sweetly in a pout, tits obscenely spilling over the top of your bra. Tamaki swallows, throat dry as cotton as he works to keep a steady pace while he walks the streets.

His cheeks are burning, a bubblegum pink flush taking over his skin. He can feel the heat crawling up the back of his neck, all the way up to the pointy tips of his ears.

Tamaki frantically pulls the hood of his hero costume further down to obscure his face as his mind sharply turns down a much filthier path.

The vivid image and memory of you riding his cock when you were six months pregnant makes the muscles in his stomach clench in anticipation. He remembers how unbelievably tight your pussy was, how he was able to place his hands possessively on your belly as he gawked at the way you used his cock to make yourself cum.

Fuck, fuck, fuck — he craves the satisfaction of putting another baby into you so badly his balls ache.

His heart stutters when he realizes his cock is rapidly thickening against his inner thigh, hot and full.

Tamaki then urgently speed walks back to his hero agency as if he’s leaving a trail of fire behind him, because he’s pretty sure the stretchy spandex of his hero outfit is not going to hide his humiliating boner.

Later on that evening, after your daughter has fallen asleep, you find yourself with your hands bound to the metal slats of your headboard. A soft, smooth, silky material caressing your skin, and binding your wrists together above your head.

Your skin seems to be stretched too tightly over your bones, entire body flushing white hot as Tamaki traces the pads of fingers feather light over your bare breasts.

You’re both naked now, and he’s been playing with you for what feels like a lifetime. He’s been teasing you relentlessly as his thumbs delicately circle your nipples until they pebble up. Your pussy throbs in response.

“Tama,” you whine lowly, arching your spine as he grips your left tit playfully. You push further into his touch, craving so much more from your husband than he’s giving you. You twitch as his other hand traces your lower belly idly.

“Hm? Is this not enough for you my goddess?” Tamaki teases you with a soft voice, punctuating his words with another rough squeeze to your tit. He makes sure to pinch your nipple in between his fingers this time.

You bends your knees and let your thighs spread open even further to fit his lithe frame as you let out a breathy sigh.

“Fuck no, it’s not enough Tamaki,” you complain, irritation lacing your voice as you strain against the silk that ties you down. Goosebumps litter your arms when rests his warm palms over the bumps of your ribs, fingers splaying out just under the swell of your tits.

“No? My, that’s a bit bratty of you,” He reprimands, warm breath tickling over your skin as he presses a kiss to your sternum.

“Baby,” you say, asking for his attention. You tilt your head down to stare at him with wide eyes. “Please I want your mouth so bad.”

Slender fingers dig into your ribs, forcing a squeak out of you as it tickles you. Tamaki only hums, pressing a line of kisses down your soft belly, lowering himself onto his own as he makes his way to your pussy.

“Here?” Tamaki asks innocently before he kisses the sensitive area of your hip bone, sucking on the skin a little. Your hips twitch, trying to move his head to your pussy — which is starting to ache, puffy and slick from being so turned on.

“No,” you whimper, fingers curling into fists, nails digging into the flesh of your palms where you’re still tied up. Tamaki places his hands on the underside of your thighs, easily pushing them open further for him.

“Oh, so you must mean here?” He giggles, dipping his head to kiss the inner part of your thigh, close to the seam that connects to your groin. He nips at the skin there sharply, making you gasp.

“You know that’s not it Tamaki,” you huff, wiggling in place, frustratedly tugging at the silk yet again. Your shoulders start to ache and you have the insanely strong urge to tangle your fingers in his soft, purple hair.

Taking action, you maneuver your legs until you can rest your thighs over his shoulders, heels ready to dig into his upper back. He instinctively wraps an arm around your thigh.

He uses the other hand to brush his fingers through the small patch of curly hair you left above your clit. His cock twitches looking at it because it’s basically a neon sign pointing him straight down to your pretty pussy.

“I’m not quite sure what you want then baby,” Tamaki sighs, pretending to be disappointed. “Ya know, only good girls get what they ask for. You should use your words better, don’t you think?” He remarks thoughtfully, pinching your clit between his thumb and fore finger, trying to bite back his smile. One of his canines pokes out over his bottom lip.

“Tamaki!” You hiss, pressing upwards towards his mouth. The hero wraps both his arms around your thighs, halting your movement completely. “Fucking—Tamaki, please baby, I want you to eat my pussy,” you reluctantly beg, teeth grinding together in frustration.

“Oh! I see, why didn’t you just ask me in the first place? Such a good girl though, using your words,” Tamaki replies happily, brushing his warm lips over your clit when he speaks, and you could strangle the man right now.

His slick tongue is so close to your clit you have the urge to rip apart the silk tie and shove his face into you.

“Tamaki I swear, if you don’t — oh,” Your complaint is cut short. Your jaw falls open, fists clenching tightly when your husband’s tongue finally parts the lips of your pussy. Leisurely, he swirls circles into your clit, forcing a rush of warm shivers down your spine as he kitten licks at you.

“Oh my god Tamaki,” you keen, voice thick with pleasure. “Please don’t stop,” you plead, thighs threatening to suffocate him as you cross your ankles over his back.

He rewards you by sucking your clit between his lips, flicking his tongue up and down occasionally. He teased you for so long before that you’re already starting to feel an ominous knot tighten up behind your navel.

“Tama I wanna, oh!” Your breath hitches. “Fingers, want your fingers in my pussy, please!” You blurt urgently, tugging painfully at your restraints.

You squeeze your eyes shut when Tamaki hums, smoothly freeing himself from one of your thighs.

With no resistance, he slips his two middle fingers inside, stretching you just the way you needed him to. He thrusts and curls his fingers at a steady pace, never letting up the suction on your clit. His tongue teasing just under the hood and turning you in a pile of mush.

“Just like that, Tamaki please, I wanna cum,” you say desperately, tilting your head to look at him again and meeting his gaze. His eyes are half lidded, pale skin flushed. He’s so pretty it physically hurts.

The knot of your orgasm tightens frighteningly fast. Not to mention, just the sight of Tamaki between your legs is overwhelming.

The base of your skull digs into your pillow as the water balloon pops, your orgasm gushing through your limbs like heated honey.

Your mouth opens in a silent o shape as your entire body goes taught. Your back arches off the bed, pussy acting as a vice while you cum around Tamaki’s fingers. He makes sure to move fluidly with your hips as you roll them against his mouth.

Your husband pulls his mouth off your over sensitive clit with a pop, fingers still fucking the life out of you.

“Look at you, such a good girl, cumming on my fingers so sweetly,” Tamaki coos. His pink tongue pokes out to lick his shiny lips, moaning huskily at the taste.

After a few seconds, your body begins to melt back into into the mattress below. Your thighs releasing the death grip on his head. Your chest heaves as you catch your breath, watching Tamaki push himself up with one hand, settling back on his haunches as he slides his fingers free.

“You’re too good at that,” you laugh, chancing a peak at your husband’s hard, leaking cock.

He’s got such a pretty dick. He’s thick and pale, sticking straight out, a pale pink at the tip. It twitches a few times under your praise, precum making the tip shiny. Saliva gathers in your mouth as you imagine licking him clean and swallowing him whole.

Tamaki smiles shyly down at you like he’s read your mind. To distract you, he rolls his thumb over your puffy clit, making you wince.

“I know you want to suck my cock, but I need to be inside you baby. Want me to untie your hands?” He asks lovingly, running the knuckles of his clean hand over your cheek. You nod, humming softly.

“Please,” you laugh, tugging on the silk for emphasis. He chuckles gently in return, leaning over to untie your wrists.

As he does, the warm, spongy tip of his cock glides through the mess he’s made of your pussy. Massaging your clit, and making you both moan. The weight of his cock making you feverish.

Tamaki’s eyes are intense as they stare into yours. He lets you free, hands hovering nearing your face. You pause, flexing your fingers, allowing the blood to flow through your veins. You can feel the tension smoldering deliciously between you both, about to blaze.

Hands plant themselves on either side of your head, and then Tamaki’s suddenly smashing his against yours. He tilts his head to the side as his lips meet yours over and over.

Your fingers finally weave through his soft hair, tugging on it roughly. He lets his sharp canines catch on your bottom lip in return, easily swallowing the moans he’s dragging out of you.

Tamaki breaks the kiss, sitting back on his heels. Your hands fall limply to your sides when he moves away. He places his palms on your inner thighs, pushing them wide open. You let out a sound of protest, lower lip jutting out. He bites the tip of his tongue, looking amused.

“Don’t pout my queen, I know what your pussy really wants,” he says, lightly slapping your clit. You jolt in surprise, fingers fisting the soft material of the sheets.

“Yeah — okay, please fuck me,” you agree, feeling sweat bead up in the hollow of your throat.

“I’m gonna stuff you to the brim princess,” Tamaki says, voice airy but eager. He uses one hand to keep you spread, the other gripping the base of his shaft as he pushes the tip of his cock inside you His jaw clenches at just how tight, how perfect you are.

“I know Tama, c’mon, I want to make you a daddy again,” you urge him, wolfish grin pulling at your lips. Tamaki pauses, blinking at you in surprise with a rapidly forming blush. Said man raises an eyebrow, slipping the rest of his cock in without any warning. It punches a strangled sound from your lungs as you grip your pillow for leverage.

“My queen’s got a filthy mouth,” Tamaki croons, hooking your knees over his elbows — effectively folding you into a pretzel as leans forward, hands braced by your shoulders this time. “It’s hot,” he giggles. The glare you level him with holds no heat behind it.

He wiggles his eyebrows as he pulls his hips backwards halfway, before thrusting forward smoothly and filling you completely. You grip his shoulders, head falling backwards into the mattress. His cock is so so good.

“You feel amazing,” you tell him with a moan. The glide of his cock inside you is fucking perfect every time, splitting you open just the way you love.

“Yeah? Your pussy fits me like a glove princess, it drives me crazy,” Tamaki pants, warm breath ghosting over your face. He’s drinking up your reactions as if he’s never had a drop of water in his life.

“Mmhmm,” you whimper, hanging onto his muscled forearms now. “Harder,” you tell him, your face scrunching up as your eyes flutter shut. All you can focus on is the way he slides in and out of you, carving out a space for himself.

“Yes baby, you take me so well. You’re so pretty like this,” Tamaki praises low and smooth like butter. He gives you what you want, curling hips up slightly so he can hit your g-spot spot dead on.

Your nails create crescent shapes in his forearms, spine rising off the bed as much as you can in this folded position. Your blood is buzzing, eyes rolling so far back into your skull you’re afraid they’ll get stuck.

“Tamaki!” You sob. “I can — oh my god, feels like you’re in my guts.” Your legs flex over his elbows, his strength keeping you pinned however he chooses.

“It’s called a mating press for a reason baby,” Tamaki huffs a laugh, his eyebrows pinching together as the sound of his pelvis smacking your ass pushes him closer to the edge.

Tamaki makes you cum this way multiple times. Enough to make you see stars, hearing going fuzzy as you notice your hips start to ache. Then you’re begging him to cum inside you— making his cock jerk excitedly.

“I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to see you cum on my cock like this princess,” he says, as if in awe of the very sight of you.

Tamaki knows he’s not going to last much longer as he starts throbbing repeatedly, the way you’re suffocating him makes his brain mushy.

“Tamaki,” you murmur, hands reaching up to frame his face. “Cum inside me,” you demand, bringing his face down to kiss his jaw.

“I can’t wait to see your belly stretched with my baby again, you’re such a good mama,” he coos softly, turning his head so you can kiss his neck. You lick a stripe up his neck, tasting the salty sweat there and he groans. “Fuck, m’gonna cum, you’re made to take my cock, made to give me babies,” Tamaki babbles, thrusting shallow and desperate.

The tiny, rhythmic squeezes of your pussy are enough to push him over the edge, because suddenly he’s shoving his cock inside you entirely. The curly, coarse hair at his base tickling your skin.

Tamaki’s cock twitches relentlessly, stuffing you with small thrusts until he’s sucking in air through his teeth when he gets overstimulated.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him to your chest as Tamaki drops your legs. You sigh in relief, feet tingling as you crack your toes. The two of you catch your breath for a moment, hearts thundering.

Eventually, your husband rises, forcing you to drop your hands to the bed once again. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as he pulls out of you slowly, admiring the sticky, white cum coating his cock.

He groans as he tracks the way his cum trails out of you. Before he can think better of it he drags a thumb over your pussy, gathering a bit of it and wrapping his lips around his thumb to suck it off.

“Tamaki!” You gasp, mildly scandalized and cheeks burning furiously from the nasty sight.

“I wanted a taste,” he says nonchalantly, pulling his thumb from his mouth with a wet pop.

A startled laugh slips from your lips and then Tamaki is infected with it, laughing along with you. You both giggle as he lays down on his side, facing you. He places a hand on your belly and you intertwine your fingers with his, resting your hands on your sternum.

“You’re lucky we didn’t wake up Chiyoko,” you scold him, halfhearted in your attempt. He just smiles, eyes shining as he laughs.

“I would’ve put her back to bed,” Tamaki appeases, squeezing your hand playfully. You hum, content enough with his answer to relax and enjoy the post orgasm glow.

“I can’t wait to be pregnant again,” you admit in a hushed voice, eyes fluttering shut.

“You’ll be just as beautiful as you always are,” Tamaki whispers so sweetly it’s tooth rotting.

The two of you bask in each others company for a bit longer, daydreaming about the baby you hope you’ve just you created before you do anything else.

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rinneroraito · 6 months ago

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L x Reader: Reader is wearing a shirt with a boob window, suggestive, he's touchy, 600+ words

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Ever since you came in the headquarters L couldn't take his eyes off of you. Not when you're wearing that shirt with a boob window, the clear line of your cleavage completely visible. And as if that wasn't enough, he could also see that you weren't wearing a bra underneath that shirt.

You went about your duties, L mentally sighing in relief that no one else had come into the office that night to ogle at you. He's delighted, though. It's indulgent, the way your breasts bounced when you walked, how the material of your clothing hugged your curves. He was more motivated to finish his work just so he could call you over to him. But you beat him to it, and you sit beside him on the couch (he sits there most of the time now because he likes it when you sit next to him). He momentarily stops typing on his laptop, bringing his wide and curious eyes up to your direction.

"Everything alright on your end, L?"

You lean towards his direction and his gaze immediately travels down to that oh, so enticing cat-head shaped window.

"Mostly done. Y/N, is the wardrobe idea a deliberate choice to distract me?"

A devious smile creeps up your face and you straighten yourself up, heaving your chest out towards him. L's eyes are glued to them, to you, and it's palpable how much he just wants to reach out and touch.

"Nothing escapes you, does it?" You let out a chuckle as you scoot yourself closer to him. "Yea, I wanted to see how you'd react. And I like it when you make eyes at me."

L closes the laptop and brings a thumb up to his teeth, chewing thoughtfully at his nail as he stares.

"You've accomplished that, well done. May I?" He finally asks.

"Yeah, go ahead."

He reaches out, long slender fingers extending towards you until they meet your skin. Your breath hitches a little when he starts to trace the outline of the opening. His touch was featherlike, barely there, teasing.

"It's nice," L muses, adjusting his position on the couch so he's now facing you. He hooks a finger down the end of the window on your shirt, testing the material before pulling it down.

"It's stretchy but not to the point where it would reveal more when yanked on."

"Good observation," you reply, delighted by his interest in such a simple thing as an opening on your shirt.

"But, it's enough for easy access," he shoves his hand inside the window, cupping your breast in his hand. "So soft..."

"You like that?"

"I like you," he replies, looking up at you with those big eyes that seemed to know everything yet still had so much to discover. The words bring heat up to your cheeks, a reaction he's always pleased to see.

"Do you want to do it here..?" You ask, wondering if he could feel your heart race through your chest that he had started to squeeze gently.

"That's a very enticing idea," L says as he flicks his thumb over your hardened nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. There's a cocky quality to the way he hummed at your reaction, and he continues his thought.

"Maybe a quick one, I still have some data to sort."

With his free hand, he pulls you closer, diving into the window on your shirt where he still had his hand. He presses his lips over your exposed skin, and you swear you heard him chuckle when you exhale raggedly.

"And then we can do more after I'm done."

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joelmillerisapunk · 10 months ago

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Free Use, Full Plate

Joel Miller x F!Reader

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Wordcount: 1,741

Summary: Joel's frustrated after a long day at work and takes it out on your pussy. Basically just pwp

Warnings: 18+, unprotected p in v, assplay, fingering, f!oral receiving, consentual freeuse, breeding & house wife kink, food waste, reader has hair, breasts, and wears yoga pants. Joel calls reader sexy momma.

Notes: Just a life I wanna live, tysm to everyone who voted in this poll this was the winning vote. Ty @saradika-graphics for the divider.

Joel walks through the front door, tired and frustrated after a long day of work. The smell of dinner cooking fills the air, and he sees you bent over, grabbing a pot, your shirt riding up, revealing the small of your back.

You've had an agreement for a while now - free use, where Joel can take what he needs without any hesitation or resistance from you. It's a release for him, a way to let go of the frustrations of the day without taking them out on anything or anyone else.

As he approaches you, he can feel the tension in his body begin to ease. He reaches out and runs his hand over your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingers. You don't stop what you're doing, but he can hear your breathing quicken as he continues to touch you.

He pulls your shirt up and over your head, exposing your bare back. He leans down and presses his lips to your skin, feeling you shiver beneath his touch. He unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

As he cups your breasts in his hands, he can feel himself getting harder. He moves closer, pressing himself against you as he continues to touch you. You're still cooking, but he can hear the soft moans escaping your lips as he kneads your flesh.

He reaches down and undoes his pants, freeing his cock. He slides it between your legs, feeling the heat of your body through your stretchy yoga pants. No matter what was agreed upon Joel never pressured you to dress or look a certain way and it made you feel much more confident in yourself and your relationship. He rocks his hips back and forth, letting himself enjoy the sensation of touching you, even if it's just through your clothing.

“Mmm, Joel, you're home," you say, looking over your shoulder at him with a smile. "How was your day, my love?"

He doesn't answer right away, instead focusing on the feeling of your body against his. He can feel the heat of your pussy through your pants, and he presses himself against you harder, grinding his hips in slow circles.

“Don't wanna think about it. Just tell me what you're makin' baby," he finally says, his voice weak with desire. He slides his hands down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants. He pulls them down, exposing your bare ass. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him, getting on his knees and pushing his face right in there, taking the globes of your ass and making them jiggle onto his cheeks.

You giggle at the feeling, but you can't help feeling aroused as his large nose hits some of your folds as he shoves his face in as deep as he can, almost like he wants to suffocate the bad day away. "Just pasta," you reply, focusing on stirring the sauce so it doesn't burn.

He finally stands up and replies, "Smells delicious baby, just like you." he says, leaning down to press his nose into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your sent. “Mmm fuckin’ heaven.” He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him as he continues to grind his hips.

You let out a soft moan as he nips at your shoulder. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to his touch, but you try your best not to let dinner burn. He reaches down and slides a finger inside you, feeling how wet you are. He groans at the sensation.

"Joel," you say, your voice trembling with pleasure. "I'm almost ready to serve dinner."

"That's alright, love," he says, his voice strained with desire. "I can wait."

You turn around in his embrace to kiss him, but he stops you, his eyes darkening. He pats the countertop beside the stove. "C'mon, get up here darlin'."

"But the food." You point at the pan.

"You know, I could eat this whole dinner and still not be satiated in the right way. Now get on the damn counter, you sexy momma. Gonna fill you up real good.”

With those words, you scramble to the other side of the stove, sitting on the countertop. He starts rubbing his hands across your naked thighs, slowly working his way up until his hands reach the center of your chest.

“Come closer, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Wanna taste you.” He leans close then lowers his head and bites the tip of your nipple. Your nipples start to erect instantly, and your core feels tight. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He gets lower so his face is right between your legs.

Your stomach clenches as he kisses your inner thigh. “Joel…”

His eyes look up into yours. He pulls his mouth away just enough from your skin so he can talk, "Worry 'bout the sauce, I'm busy havin' my appetizer." His tongue swipes your clit, licking it gently before he begins sucking on the skin. You let out a soft sigh when his warm tongue touches your clit once more. You try to tend to the dinner currently cooking but it's near impossible to do so with him rubbing and sucking at you. “Keep stirring," he adds with a playful smirk. He slips two fingers between your legs, sliding them into your folds and circling one slowly before he plunges two more in. He starts moving faster. Your orgasm starts building in your belly.

"Mmmm, Joel..." you whine, grabbing onto the edge of the counter, digging your nails into the wooden surface. "I'm gonna come…" You start thrusting against his hand.

Joel stands up, not letting you finish and takes a step back, his eyes roaming over your naked body. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby, I'm the luckiest man," he says, his voice loaded with desire. He reaches out and runs his hand over your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers.

You gasp at the sensation, your body already on edge from his earlier ministrations. "Joel, I need to finish dinner," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I know, darlin," he says, his hand sliding down your stomach and between your legs. He starts rubbing your clit in slow circles, making you moan with pleasure. "I won't let you burn it."

He helps you off the counter and turns you around so you're facing the stove, your naked ass pressed against his hips. He reaches around you and grabs a pan of garlic bread, placing it in the oven. "Now, let's get back to work," he says, his voice low and seductive.

He slides his cock between your legs, the head of his shaft pressing against your wet folds. He starts rocking his hips back and forth until he slides inside you, fucking you slowly and deeply. "Keep stirring, baby," he says, his lips pressed against your ear.

You cry out as he hits that sweet spot inside you, your body trembling with pleasure. "Joel, I'm gonna come," you gasp, your fingers tightening around the spoon.

"Not yet," he commands, his hand reaching around to rub your clit.

He starts fucking you harder, his hips slapping against your ass. You can feel yourself getting close, your orgasm building deep in your belly. "Joel, please," you beg, your voice trembling.

He reaches up and grabs your hair, pulling your head back so he can kiss your neck. "Uh-uh, you wait till I say so," he growls, his teeth scraping against your skin.

Joel continues to thrust into you, his pace steady and relentless. You can feel your orgasm right on the brink, your body feels like it might explode "Joel, please," you whimper, your fingers tightening around the spoon you were supposed to be stiring the sauce with. "Joel, I can't, m'gonna come please," you gasp, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

“Yes you can, baby just a little more,” he says, pulling your hair and kissing the side of your head, holding onto you tightly. “Wanna fill you up, make you round and beautiful.” He slams into you, his balls hitting your ass. You feel juices dripping from his length, mixing in with your own fluids as they drip down your leg and onto the floor. He pushes his hips in harder and harder, causing you to cry out as you feel the intensity of his hard, thick flesh hitting your walls.

You can feel your heart racing as well, your mind clouded with lust and pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh god, Joel,” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut and gripping the edge of the countertop for dear life as you feel your climax building. “Oh Joel! I'm coming'!" You cry out as your body convulses against him. You hear him release a long, loud, gutteral moan, releasing into you.

As you come down from your high, he presses his forehead against your shoulder, breathing hard as he lets go of your hips. He finally pulls out, his cock glistening, soaked with your juices. He turns you around pulling you in close. "I think dinner's ready," he says, smirking.

You laugh and wrap your arms around his waist, "I think you're right," you say, your hands running over his chest. You open the oven door to be met with disappointment. The garlic bread is burnt to a crisp, and so is the sauce.

Joel walks up behind you, "you orderin' or am I?"

You both can't help but chuckle at the situation and decide to order pizza, knowing it's a quick and easy solution. Joel wraps his arms around you as he gives you his phone to search for a local pizza place online, placing the order together.

Once the order is placed, you turn around in his arms, looking up at him playfully pouting, "I guess we'll have to settle for pizza tonight."

Joel leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, whispering, "I'd eat pizza every night if it meant I could come home to you like this."

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delicatejaws · 5 months ago

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what’re friends for?

pairing: togame x reader, sakura x reader, little bit of togame x reader x sakura

tags: afab reader, virginity loss (m), exhibitionism, voyeurism, cum eating, slight manipulation/coercion/corruption (character wants to participate but feels morally wrong about it), cucking, pet names used (angel, baby, princess), oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex, explicit smut, threesome (?)

author’s note: this is my first time posting my writing anywhere but this idea has been rotting a hole in my brain so it felt like a good one to put out into the world. a rot shared is a rot halved and all that

summary: togame was always a good friend, and this year for sakura’s birthday, he wanted to get him the best gift he could imagine.

wc: 6.5k

“Are you sure about this?” You ask Togame again, wanting to be 100% sure you are both on the same page.

“Baby, he’s one of my best friends. Of course I’m sure.”

He had sounded certain, but you still couldn't believe it. Sakura’s birthday was coming up, and Jou had decided to get him the best gift he could possibly imagine: you.

It was a well-known secret that Sakura was infatuated with you, but it didn’t bother your husband. He always assured everyone that it only made sense he would be into you; you were irresistible, and you were one of the only women Sakura ever spent significant time around. He was bound to develop a little crush on you.

It didn’t bother you either; Sakura was cute and sweet, and the only reason he didn’t talk to other women much was because he was painfully shy. You hoped that growing comfortable around you could help him gain some confidence to branch out a bit more.

Togame liked watching you two interact. Harmlessly flirting in an effort to warm him up, Sakura’s blush would rise to his ears as his eyes bounced around the room, too timid to look directly at you for long but also terrified that Togame would notice and think poorly of him.

Little did he know that watching your interactions had the opposite effect on Togame. Jou loved watching you work Sakura into a puddle, and he soon was inspired enough to come up with a plan that would ultimately benefit everyone involved.

Sakura’s 25th was quickly approaching, and your boyfriend happened to know that his friend, as shy and awkward as he is, is still a virgin. So what better gift to give him than the feeling of a sweet, tight pussy wrapping around him for the first time?

It would be a surprise, of course; the more flustered Sakura was, the more enjoyment your boyfriend could derive from this. Watching him melt under your innocent touches and sweet mouth before he even came close to getting to feel you—well, that was the real joy for Togame.

For you, getting to mold this experience into exactly what you wanted, knowing how easily Sakura would do what you asked, and feeling wanted by someone so desperately, well, that was your joy. And Jou would be watching the whole thing, which was just icing on the cake.

After weeks of planning, the day has finally arrived. Your head is buzzing as you finish the icing on the cake in front of you, a small little thing fit for a party of three. Vanilla, of course. Didn’t want to dive into anything too wild. Sakura would be coming over soon; Togame invited him over for a home-cooked meal to celebrate his birthday. An innocent enough guise to get him in the door.

You quickly clean up and head to your room. Togame encouraged you to wear something casual but a little provocative—something that would make Sakura feel like he was pushing it by ogling you—but gave him plenty to look at while he did.

You slip on a simple, stretchy tank; it’s snug with a low scoop neck, and it doesn't really allow a bra to be worn under it. You knew that if it got chilly at all later, it may leave a little less to the imagination—perfect. Jeans felt innocent enough, but this particular pair are a little tight, and were notorious for drawing a wandering eye from all men, Sakura included. The outfit as a whole is unassuming, just a simple, comfortable outfit on a Saturday night in your own home. Nothing nefarious about it.

Just as you finish up, you hear the front door open and chatter between the two men. You feel warm, excitement bubbling through you at the promise the night held. You take one last look in the mirror, truly hoping Sakura will like his birthday gift.

You make your way to the living room, smiling brightly at him as you enter.

“Happy birthday, Sakura!” You move in for a hug, arms wrapping around his neck, arching into his body as much as you could without being suspicious. You feel him tense up at the contact.

"Dinner will be ready in five if you want to sit!" He makes his way to the dining room. He’s relaxed in your home, having been here several times before. He knows the layout, and he isn’t afraid to help himself to a drink. You smile as he settles in, enjoying how at ease he looks.

Dinner is pleasant, jokes and stories are tossed around, and laughter fills the room. You occasionally feel Sakura's eyes lingering on you as you laugh or when you reach across the table for the bottle of wine you've been sharing, but more predominantly, you feel Togame’s predatory stare flash between the two of you. You have all finished eating, but you could tell he is still hungry, and you couldn’t wait to satiate him.

After cleaning up, the three of you migrate to the living room, with your husband tactfully taking the only chair, leaving Sakura to drop into a spot at the end of the couch. You join him, sitting much closer than he expected, your leg brushing against his. You watch as he shifts in his seat, warmth building where your legs touch.

“So Sakura, what’d you do this afternoon? Anything for your birthday?” You ask, smiling up at him as softly as you can.

“Ah, no, not really. Got my free coffee at Pothos and ran some errands, but that’s about it.” He picks at a cuticle, hands settled in his lap.

"Well, that’s not bound to make you feel special; everyone should feel special on their birthday!” You cutely pout at him, gently slapping his chest in exclamation. His eyes carefully watch your hands before making their way up to fixate on your lips.

"Oh, babe, I know what makes me feel special on my birthday!” Togame chimes in, and you eagerly await your set-up.

“Right at midnight on my birthday, you come to me no matter what you're doing and wish me a happy birthday with the sweetest kiss—it makes me feel real special.”

Sakura chuckles, a little awkward but still genuine. “God a birthday kiss, huh? Haven’t got one of those since I was probably 16—and it was from Ms. Chiyoko.” You giggle in response, patting his knee in comfort.

“Well, give him a kiss, baby,” your boyfriend smirks at the two of you. You do your best to feign surprise, but Sakura doesn’t need to fake anything.

“What do you mean?” Your hands are twitching. You know exactly what he means.

“You want him to feel special on his birthday, right? Kiss him.” He stares at the two of you, legs spread, his smile confident and waiting.

Sakura sputters next to you, raising his hands up in surrender and resistance, his eyes darting between the two of you.

“You really don’t have to do that; he’s just fucking with m-“ he stops short as your soft lips press against his cheek, a blush instantly spreading across his face.

You lean back, smiling at him. He stares at you, mouth agape, his hand cradling his cheek where your lips had just been.

Togame scoffs, unimpressed.

"Oh, come on, just a kiss on the cheek? He deserves more than that, don’t you think?”

You hum thoughtfully as you place your hand on Sakura’s chest again, and look up at him. A blush rises up your neck now too, and though it plays into your ruse of innocence, you know it was the anticipation that was causing your body to heat.

“Would you like that? If I kissed you?” You press into him more, pushing your chest out and tracing your hand on his knee. Truly evil of you to ask him questions while touching him like that.

“I,” Sakura starts, but his eyes keep diverting back to Togame. Your boyfriend’s cocky expression has not waned in the slightest, and it is not giving Sakura any of the answers he is searching for. Your hand moves to the younger man’s chin, gently forcing him to look at you.

“Don’t worry about him; answer me.” He swallows tightly, his eyes fluttering between your tits and your eyes. He nods slowly.

“Yes, I’d like that.” Using your grip on his chin, you pull his mouth to yours. It’s quite chaste, but as your hand slips from his chin and splays across his thigh, he gasps, and you take the opportunity to deepen it. You run your tongue across his lower lip, and he shudders. Shifting, your other hand moves to fist his t-shirt to pull him closer, and you push your tongue into his waiting mouth.

He groans, his tongue slowly starting to move with yours. His hands, however, remain stiffly at his sides, nails digging into the meat of his palm as he resists the urge to reach out and touch you. Much too soon, his body makes him pull away for a breath. You don’t let him get far, gently digging your teeth into his lower lip, tugging it slightly before letting go.

He stares at you dumbly, flushed pink, with little crescent marks littering his palms. You pull your own lower lip in between your teeth, your eyelashes fluttering at him. The hand still on his thigh squeezes him before letting go, and a rush of warmth pools in your belly at the little hiss that escapes from behind his teeth.

The silence is broken by a chuckle from Jou, still unmoving from his spot in the armchair. The laugh isn’t loud, but Sakura startles anyway, being torn from the little world you two had been in only moments ago. Sakura clears his throat, dragging his hands up and down his legs. He looks up toward Togame, who finally leans in, elbows resting on his knees as he speaks to him.

“Told ya she’d make you feel special.” Sakura nods, avoiding looking in your direction, unsure of what to do with himself.

“Although you’re gonna hurt yourself resisting like that,” he says, head motioning to Sakura’s hands, still red from his clenched fists and fingernails. “Sometimes you just have to give in.”

“That doesn’t really feel like something I should do, ya know, considering...” It seemed Sakura wasn’t sure what to say. You can practically see his mind scrambling—something about the fact that you’re his friend’s girlfriend, and he really shouldn’t touch what isn’t his. But then again, Togame was just happily encouraging you as you shoved your tongue down his throat, so how much did that reasoning apply in this situation?

“You’re just going to leave my beautiful girl all high and dry?” A frown settles on Togame’s face as he rises to walk around and stand behind you two on the couch. Your mind drifts to thoughts of a puppet master standing over his characters, orchestrating his ideal story. It makes you smile as you think about how the evening would go if Togame had his way.

“Look at her; just one kiss isn’t enough. She needs more.” Jou places his hand in your hair lovingly, and you look up at him, a slight pout finding your lips again. He’s right, you’re quite flustered, even from just a simple kiss. Your legs are crossed tightly, the tops of your ears pink, and your nipples have perked up enough to proudly press through your tank. You turn your pout to Sakura, whose eyes are flashing across your body, hands once again in fists.

“Please, Sakura?” You practically whine, and despite how hard he tries to hide it, you hear a moan escape Sakura’s throat. Confusion still fills his eyes as he tries to understand what game you two are playing.

“I shouldn’t, right?” He’s asking now, and you can see his hands flexing, wanting so badly to reach out. Togame crouches down so he can whisper in the younger man’s ear, but you still hear him.

“The only thing you shouldn’t do is leave my baby waiting, Sakura. She wants it. She wants you. So what’re you gonna do about it?”

You stand as he speaks, moving right in front of Sakura and knocking his legs apart with your knee to step between them. He takes a long, slow breath as he watches you, thinking about what Togame just said.

Carefully, you move into place above his lap, knees on either side of his hips, hands settling on his nape. His wide eyes meet yours as you finally sit, fully pressed against his pelvis, where you feel the slightest hint of him pressing through his jeans. You scoot further up his lap, trying to get comfortable, and his eyes roll back at the friction.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, nearly inaudible. You don't want to rush him or make him too uncomfortable, but you need to feel his hands on you.

You make eye contact with a pair of lazy green eyes over Sakura’s head. Togame looks like he is sinfully enjoying this. He knows how badly you need something—anything—from the man beneath you. He can tell how turned on you are from the tension, and he gestures at the man, encouraging you to press on. So you lean forward and whisper, “Please touch me, Haruka.”

His expression is filled with longing; you know how badly he wants to concede. You let your hands glide from his nape to his shoulders, rubbing gently before continuing down his biceps and forearms all the way to his hands.

You pull them forward, placing them on your hips. "See, not so bad, right?" He squeezes the seam of your thighs, and you grind forward in response.

"Do that again; rock me back and forth," you whisper as your arms find their way back to his neck, fingers toying with the hair there.

He experimentally rolls your hips ever so slightly, but the angle has your clit rubbing against your jeans, and you whimper. Sakura's eyes look up from your lap to your face, where your eyes are fluttering and your mouth is hanging open. So sinful, he can't be expected to resist you.

Your expression has him gaining confidence, and he's rocking you faster now before switching the pace to one that's slower but harder. It's also more precise, and you whine at each grind of his hardening cock against you. Somewhere, in the recesses of your mind, you're impressed by his intuition. Or maybe he’s just getting lucky.

“Do you want to see her tits, Sakura?”

The man beneath you grunts as he continues to move your hips against his, nodding fervently at Togame’s suggestion.

“Go on, baby, show him.” You remove your hands from the hair at Sakura’s nape and slowly pull the hem of your tank up atop your breasts. Sakura isn’t moving your hips too fast, but even the slight movement has them bouncing, enticing, and just calling to be touched.

He moans at the sight; between your perfect tits and the dry-humping, Sakura was horrified of cumming in his pants. He knows that as soon as he does, all this will be over, and he'll be back to pining glances and thoughts of you while alone in his bedroom.

"Want to touch you, please," he's practically begging, using every ounce of restraint to not immediately put his mouth on you.

"Touch her," your boyfriend encourages him, "taste her."

Sakura needs nothing more, and his hands slowly slide up your rib cage until finally, blissfully, they're wrapped around your breasts. He gropes you, clumsily but gently, his fingers flicking across your nipples. The stimulation has you resuming your rocking, sporadic against his pelvis.

“Fuck, am I a bad friend?” His voice is whiny, conflicted.

You lean into his touch, his hands kneading the flesh of your tits. It has you grinding faster, a slight moan escaping your lips.

“No, no, you’re the best kind of friend,” you hum out, lost in the sensation of his rough hands. Suddenly, his head dips forward as he captures your nipple in his mouth, tongue sloppily passing over the sensitive nub. His fingers pinch your other tit, and the sensation is overwhelming.

He pulls away from your chest for air, but you hardly allow him a chance to catch his breath as you’re pulling him to you, mouth on his again. You’re writhing, desperate, and your kiss is all tongue and whimpers because of it. The way he’s been looking at you makes you feel like you’re an angel, and you’ve hardly given him anything. You’re eager to show him just how good you can make him feel.

You separate and look at Togame, pleading for him to guide you two towards more, and mercifully he does. He leans over the back of the couch again, staring at your breasts, glistening with spit, and smiles.

“Doesn’t she look pretty? All riled up like this?” His slow drawl is dripping with lust; you can tell he wants you too.

Sakura doesn’t look back at him anymore; he’s much too transfixed on you, fingers still digging into your hips as he struggles to control himself as he waits for instructions he’s come to expect when the man behind him speaks.

“So fucking pretty,” you make eye contact with him, his pretty gray and gold eyes clouded with desire as they drag across your body.

“Baby, you should do a little something for him, don’t ya think?”

You can’t help the devilish smirk that graces your face, and you love the surge of nerves and excitement that cross Sakura’s face when he sees it. You slide off his lap, standing between his spread legs as you pull your shirt off the rest of the way.

Your body is like a live wire right now, and you feel yourself overflowing with the need for physical touch. You stare down at him, grasping at your own breasts to give yourself some of the stimulation your body desperately needs.

“I want you to stand for me.”

He’s taller than you, watching you down the line of his nose as he starts clenching his fists again. Your hands move from your chest to his, sliding down his front until you find the waistband of his jeans. You push up his shirt, hooking your fingers into the space between his pants and briefs, and pull his body to yours, humming at the feeling of him pushing against your stomach. You need to see it, now.

Your hands move to undo the button, and suddenly his hands are on top of yours.

“You--you don’t have to.” His voice was tinged with worry, and you realize that he thinks Togame talked you into this; that you’re only participating because you’re being told.

He’s too sweet, assuming that your boyfriend was the mastermind behind all this, as if you haven’t been thinking about what his cock looks like since the first time you made him blush and wondered if his head would flush the same shade. You reach up and weave a hand into his hair and whisper pure sin against his ear.

“I’ve been dreaming about sucking your cock since the first time I saw you get hard for me. I remember you desperately trying to hide it as you got out of the car, but I had already felt you squirming beneath me. And I just imagined,” you slowly slide your hand into his pants as you speak, gently combing through the hair you find there, “what it would look like, all flushed and leaking for me.”

His breathing hitches at your words, his hands falling away from yours, and you pull back from his neck.

“So, can I?” Your smile is sweet as you look at him, fingers back to fiddling with the button of his jeans.

“Yes, fuck, yes, please.” His face is rosy, a combination of embarrassment at the realization that you’ve known how badly he’s been pining over you and a little because everything right now is just so warm.

You make quick work of his pants, pulling them down to the middle of his thighs, and are met with a lovely sight. His briefs are straining, his swollen cock pushing to get out, a wet spot growing near the head. You want to tear them away, get to what you’ve been waiting for, but this day is about him. And so you choose to take your time.

You don’t touch him right away, instead, you glide your hands across his hip bones, underneath the bottom hem of his shirt, digging your thumbs in with anticipation. Slowly, very very slowly, you sink down to your knees, your hands following your descent down his thighs. You avoid touching anything too sensitive, at least for now. His hands are eye level now, and based on those alone, you would assume the poor man was in absolute anguish. His knuckles are white and protruding, and his nails are freshening up the marks from earlier. It’s time to put him out of his misery.

You slide your right hand from his thigh, achingly slow, until his clothed dick is under your palm, and you gently squeeze. You feel his body tense under your left hand, still braced on his (very tightly clenched) leg.

You stroke him through the fabric of his briefs, barely-there touches that have his hips thrusting forward. You could do this forever, tracing the outline of his cock with one gentle finger and watching it twitch for you over and over again, but you are quickly reminded you have more you should be getting to.

“Quit teasing the poor guy, baby,” Togame speaks up, humor lacing his voice. He’s back in the chair, reclined—he'd be the image of relaxation if it weren’t for the flush on his cheeks. He’s got a hand draped across his lap, palming his half-hard cock through his sweatpants. It sends a jolt through you—the thought of him getting off to watching you pleasure his friend... It gets you back on track with the task in front of you, ready to put on a show, as you slowly begin to pull Sakura’s briefs down his legs.

As you suspected, it’s stupid how pretty he is. His dichromatic hair is here too, neat, dark curls with wisps of white. He’s Togame’s opposite in so many ways, you should have guessed that his cock would be too. Where you’re used to Togame’s girth and slight curve to the right, Sakura’s thinner but lengthy, with an upward arch that makes your mouth water. And, to your delight, the shade of his leaking tip did indeed match his cheeks.

You wrap your hand around him and give an experimental tug, the velvet skin feeling so soft and promising in your hand, and you hear an uneven breath from up above.

“Fuck, Haruka, it’s even prettier than I thought it’d be.” You’re still stroking him lightly, nothing to send him over the edge yet, but just the right amount to make him stutter when he speaks to you.

A small smile graces his lips, and one hand cautiously finds a spot in your hair. You lean further into his hand, encouraging the touch.

“You’ve thought about me?” Fuck, he sounds smitten; his eyes all hearts, and brain completely flooded with thoughts of you. You adore it.

You nod with a hum. “Of course. What you’d look like, what you’d feel like, what you’d taste like,” you emphasize your words with one long lick, from the base to his pearly tip, following a beautifully prominent vein along the bottom. Dipping back in quickly to lick his head, already slick with precum and leaking more with every single breath you take in his vicinity.

The room fills with his soft groans and the obscene sound of your mouth slurping around his cock. Occasionally, you can hear Togame swear under his breath. You want to go faster, take him deeper, but you’re worried he’ll cum too quickly if you do, so you keep it slow and measured, just enough to have his tip leaking and pulsing in your mouth.

Finally, Togame stands and approaches the two of you, circling you slowly. A predator determining how it’ll play with its prey next. It seems, however, that he is running out of patience.

“Have you thought about fucking my girl, Sakura?” Sakura groans at the question, eyes fixated on your plush lips surrounding his cock, the thought causing it to twitch in your mouth. Lust-filled green eyes meet yours, coaxing you to pull off of Sakura so that you can lead him forward. With one last lick, you make your way to your feet and replace his briefs.

“You’re so pretty like that,” he says, breathless and reverent. In his delirious state, he follows you easily as you pull him toward your bedroom, stepping out of his jeans and leaving them behind.

“You know how else I look pretty? On my back,” he hums, in obvious agreement, but you don’t stop there, “or my face pressed into a mattress, ass in the air, my dripping pussy just begging to be fucked.” Sakura freezes at your words, and you give him a small tug to pull him into the room.

Togame steps around the two of you, settling into the chair he set up in your room just for tonight.

“Wait ‘til you see how soaked she is just from having your cock in her mouth.” You blush in a bit of genuine embarrassment; you know it’s true. You can feel how wet you are, slick and dripping, desperate for attention down there. You undo the button of your jeans and silently pull the zipper down before reaching for Sakura’s hand.

“Gimme your hand, wanna show you.”

You start to pull his hand, but he quickly takes initiative, reaching and twisting to slip into your panties.

You gasp as the tip of his middle finger grazes your folds, and his eyes snap up to meet yours with a look of pure awe on his face. He slips in further, all fingers sweeping past your slit now, becoming coated in you as you whimper at his slight touch. To your dismay, he pulls his hand back out and looks at his fingers as the slick coating them catches the light and webs between his fingers.

Togame chuckles darkly from his chair, satisfied with how right he was. Then, as a bit of a shock to both of you, Sakura sticks his fingers in his mouth.

“God, I want to taste you, please.” This, you weren’t expecting, and you look to Togame for guidance. He can see in your face how badly you want it and can clock your arousal even from across the room.

“Whatever my baby wants. You better make her feel good, Sakura.”

With that, you sit down on the bed as Sakura eagerly grabs at your pants, pulling them off your legs. Left in just your panties, you scoot up to the head of the bed to lean against the pillows, holding your legs together.

Sakura crawls his way up to you from the end of the bed, his eyes wild with excitement.

“Have you ever done this before?” He shakes his head no, but it doesn’t halt his eagerness. Kneeling in front of you, he gently pries your legs open, eyes narrowing in on the wet spot in the center of your panties, and he groans.

“Is-is that because of me?” Togame asks you the same question sometimes, but they once again couldn’t be more different. The nervous shake in his voice, the genuine curiosity and uncertainty—fuck, it has the spot growing even more.

“Yeah, baby,” you whisper to him, "need you to touch me, please.”

A swear escapes under his breath as he reaches out, his thumb gently rubbing against your slit through the fabric, and your head droops back. It’s almost nothing, his touch is so subtle and brings you nearly no relief, but you whine all the same. At the promise, the promise that it’s so close.

“Go ahead, pull them aside. Take a good look at her.” Your head lolls over to look at your boyfriend, who has finally caved and taken his dick out of his sweats. He strokes his half-hard cock slowly, and you whine again, desperate for any kind of relief.

Luckily for you, Sakura does as he’s told and pulls your panties to the side, and his breath hitches at the view. Pink and slick, he stares wide-eyed, and it has you clenching, and the sight has him breaking.

His tongue sweeps out, a tiny kitten lick into your folds. Then again, then slower, and you’re fighting the urge to flail your legs. Fingers come up to spread you open, and he pulls you apart enough to expose your clit. It’s twitching violently, and Sakura is awestruck by the cute little pink nub.

“That her clit,” Togame sounds just as pent-up as you feel, frustration starting to kick in while waiting for the virgin to figure things out on his own. “Take her panties off and give it a lick."

While maybe a little clueless, he takes direction incredibly well. Your panties are quickly pulled down your legs and discarded, and then the roughness of his tongue is rubbing against your bundle of nerves, and you practically squeal with joy at the feeling.

“Fuck, again, Sakura,” and he does, again and again, as you try to keep your thrashing to a minimum. It’s a clunky way to build you up, but it’s doing the job. But you think it’s your turn to be selfish.

“Want your fingers too, baby,” you thread a hand into his hair to slow his direct assault to your clit. "Take it slow, start with one.”

He props himself up on his elbow, then slowly takes his middle finger on his other hand and runs it through your slit, searching for where you needed him. With a guiding touch, you help him find it, and it's sinking into you with little resistance as you groan. He pumps it back and forth, but the motion feels stiff, his nerves getting to him again.

But Togame always knows when to step in.

“Add another one, then curl towards you as you slide in.” Sakura turns to look at Togame, unsure of his advice, and finds the man with his legs spread, thick cock leaking onto his hand as he fists himself at the sight of you two. It takes him by surprise, but what’s even more surprising is how it has him grinding his hips into the mattress.

“You like that he’s watching, don’t you?” Sakura’s blush finds its way to his hairline, and you giggle.

“That’s cute, maybe next time he can join.” Next time? Sakura’s heartbeat spikes with the idea of another opportunity to be with you, to see how Togame treats you, to watch you take it from someone more experienced... He is suddenly very determined to not disappoint you, and gets to doing as he was told.

He nestles two fingers into you and moves them a few times before curling, and you keen for him. Your back arches off the bed, and your hands are back in his hair. He repeats the motion, and after a few strokes, he nails down the exact spot that triggers you the most and starts to absolutely abuse it.

Little tears leak down your cheek; you feel like you waited so long for this, and finally, your release was getting close. Just one more thing.

“Mouth, Haruka, please!” It’s a pitiful little scream that comes out of you, and you’re not even sure it makes sense, but your boyfriend is always looking out for you.

“Her clit, from before,” he’s grunting, and it sounds a bit breathless. “Suck on it.”

The younger man complies, his lips locking around your clit and pulling it tight into his mouth. He grinds himself harder into the mattress, desperately willing himself to outlast you, and with one long suck and a flick of the tip of his tongue, he gets his wish.

You writhe around him, shooting up to hold his wrist and keep his fingers buried inside you as you come, fluttering around his fingers. Sharp, whiny moans escape you, and he looks up at you, eyes glittering, and you can’t help but yank him into a sloppy kiss.

Breathless, you lean back, and he retracts his fingers, sitting up to his knees. Deep breaths fall from your lips as you turn to check on Togame, whose jaw hangs open a little as the grip on the base of his cock tightens, desperate not to cum from your fucked-out expression. He’s waiting for the grand finale.

Sakura’s the first to speak, his voice airy and excited as he crawls even closer to you; he’s lured to you, needy. Watching you fall apart under him has broken any restrictions he was putting on himself. He shamelessly drapes himself over you, wanting to be as close as possible.

“Fuck, feeling you cum around my fingers like that...”

A laugh puffs out of your chest, and you pull him in closer and whisper in his ear, “It’ll feel even better when I’m cumming around your cock.” He shudders out a gasp as your mouth places open mouth kisses across his neck, arching up into his still partially clothed body.

The two of you are getting a little lost in your own world when suddenly Togame speaks up.

"I want her on her knees," your boyfriend says, speaking up for the first time in a while, eyes dark, "on her knees, facing me."

You kiss Sakura deeply one more time before he helps you roll over and slides an arm across your hips to hike them up. You're arching for him, leaning on your arms as you stare at your boyfriend. Is he getting jealous? Right before the best part?

Sakura's hands glide across your ass, pulling you apart to look at your pussy, still soaked and shiny, pulsing as it desperately waits for more. His movements feel in sync with the sight before you. Togame slowly drags his hand up and down his shaft, orgasm successfully delayed for now. He's staring into your eyes, but you can't read his expression.

"Sakura, please, fuck me," you call out to the man behind you, with your eyes fixated on the one in front. At your words, Jou’s eyes relax, and as he smiles broadly at you, you feel the press of Sakura's cock before it slides all the way to the hilt.

You break eye contact, and the shock of suddenly being so full knocks the breath out of you. Simultaneous choked gasps come from you and Sakura, but a soft chuckle comes from Togame’s side of the room.

Sakura bends over you, unmoving, deep breaths pressing his naked chest to your back.

“How’s my baby feel, Sakura?” The question causes Sakura to whimper in your ear.

“So good, too good,” he sounds panicked as he runs his hands up and down your waist. You peek an eye open to see Togame smirking, fucking his fist much faster now.

"Well, come on, Sakura. Fuck her,” you moan at his words and clench around Sakura, and the feeling causes him to jerk his hips. Not even a real thrust, but just the taste of that movement, and he’s fucking hooked.

The definition of 0 to 60, Sakura’s suddenly moving his hips faster than you’d think possible, hips colliding with your ass over and over. Until his hands find your ass and he squeezes the flesh there. The pull lets him catch a glimpse of him disappearing inside you, and the sight has him drastically changing pace.

The drag as he pulls out slowly as you moan, hands fisted into the sheets, feels torturously sweet. He pulls out all the way, tip just kissing your entrance for a moment before he slides all the way in again, the vein on the underside pulsing as he does. You feel like sobbing, and maybe you are crying a little bit. The bed under your face is mysteriously wet as you babble out the man’s name.

“More, I need more,” and just like always, your boyfriend is there to help you.

“A little faster, Sakura,” he says as he approaches the bed, sweatpants discarded his dick bobbing and dripping with pre as he comes to stand over you, “focus on the feeling. I’ll get her to cum on your cock.”

The younger man nods dumbly as he grabs your hips, picking up his pace to something steadily in the middle of the two he tried before. It’s better; it feels good, but Togame knows exactly what you need.

His own cock in his right hand, he rests a knee on the bed next to your head and reaches his left down your body until he finds your clit. In time with the way he strokes himself, he rubs tight little circles, and the tears are in full force now.

He stares down at you, confident and endearing, knowing that even though he’s letting another man fuck you in front of him, your eyes are starry and tear-filled, looking at him, because he’s the one that’s going to make you cum.

“Jou, ‘m so close,” you whine, so focused on the man above you, almost forgetting whose cock is the one pounding into you at the moment.

“Yeah, princess? Cum for us, then. Show Sakura what it feels like to have a pussy cum around him,” his words send you over, crying out his name as you clench tightly around Sakura, and he’s folded over you again, whining in your ear.

“I’m going to cum, fuck.” You’re not sure who he’s talking to, but Togame grabs him by the chin and forces him to look him in the eye.

“Go on and cum in my girl, Sakura. Make sure she knows how good of a fucking job she did, yeah?” Before he even gets the last word out, Sakura’s pinned his hips to your ass, and you can feel it. Warmth floods you as he cums, so much virgin fucking cum filling you up as you whimper.

“Can I come for you, angel?” You nod your head furiously, wanting so badly for Togame to feel as good as you do right now.

“Wherever you want, Jou, please,” you tell him, eyelashes batting up at him.

“Such a good girl,” he groans out as he finally cums standing over you, ropes landing across your pretty face as you smile for him. He takes his thumb and wipes some from your lips, which you promptly open to suck his thumb clean.

“I think you may have killed him, baby.” Togame points behind you, and you sit up and turn around, finding a completely passed-out Sakura. Arm draped across his eyes, chest rising and falling slowly with sleep.

“Poor guy,” you carefully drape a blanket over him, smiling fondly at the man, “you think he liked his gift?”

"Oh, baby, I don’t think he’ll ever forget this birthday.”

#windbreaker boys #wind breaker smut #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker #togame jo #jo togame x reader #sakura haruka #sakura haruka x reader #togame smut #jou togame

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krakenblogs · 7 months ago

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Since we don't just sell intimate items we are more likely to tell you your real size instead of trying to sell you a bra that won't fit properly.

I've had so many people be insulted that we "measured them wrong" when we tell them the proper size because they went from a 36 F to a 42 D, because many VS stores don't carry anything bigger than a 36 band size.

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Got Uneven boobs?, I always recommend going with the bigger one, because I think having one boob popping out when accommodating the smaller just doesn't feel comfortable. (I have a 1 to 2 cups difference between boobs😔)

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question. did we ever find a way to stop your bra from shanking you in the titty or … ?

#I've had bras from torrid last me 5 years #ALSO DO NOT WASH WITH FABRIC SOFTENER #it kills the stretchy fabric in the bra #use 1/4cup vinegar instead

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megalony · 1 month ago

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I Won't Be Merciful

Here is a new Dark! Eddie Diaz imagine as promised, I hope you will all like it. Please let me know what you think.

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Eddie Masterlist #2

Summary: A colleague at work is getting far too close to (Y/n) and she doesn't want to tell Eddie. But when he finds out, he makes it clear that if the guy doesn't back off, he will have a big problem. Eddie doesn't play fair.

Enjoy.

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A sigh tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips as she dragged her fingers through her damp hair and walked out the bathroom. She kept the towel draped over her shoulder even though she was in her bra and underwear, and held her clothes in a bundle beneath her arm.

A shower seemed to have been the wrong move as it had drained the little energy she had left. She felt like a battery that was close to empty.

When she headed into the bedroom, (Y/n) placed her clothes in the hamper and a smile pulled at her lips when she looked over at Eddie.

He was stacking clothes away in the chest of drawers next to the window. It was clear he had either heard or simply sensed (Y/n)'s presence because he immediately glanced over his shoulder to look at her and a smirk lit up his face when he took in her attire.

"Any pyjamas in there?" (Y/n) tilted her head to one side and placed the towel on the bed once she'd dragged it through her hair for a final time. She knew Eddie had a pile of clean clothes that he was putting away.

He looked between (Y/n) and the pile for a few seconds before he nodded and fished out the pyjamas he knew she wanted. He knew she would want the new maternity ones she had been wearing all week since they were stretchy and comfy around her growing bump. (Y/n) was six and a half months pregnant, but having twin girls meant she was a lot more uncomfortable than before. Those pyjamas were the comfiest thing for (Y/n) to wear right now.

"These ones?" Eddie spun around and padded across the carpet until he was stood just in front of (Y/n) near the end of the bed.

He held the pyjamas out but when (Y/n) went to take them, he lifted his arm above his head, securing them just out of (Y/n)'s reach. His smile changed into a smirk and he started waving the pyjamas from left to right while his other hand reached out to cup her bare hip. He stepped closer until their chests were pressed together and he could feel her bump pressing into his abdomen.

The way he tilted his head to one side and flashed his teeth made (Y/n)'s knees quake. She tried pushing up on her tip toes, but Eddie simply did the same and held his arm even higher out of her reach.

"Eddie…" When he didn't respond and simply smiled, (Y/n) huffed and dropped her arms down. "Do you want us all to freeze?"

She watched the way his hands followed her movements, watching how she anged her head to one side and pressed her hands on either side of her bump. She had just been in a hot shower and it was getting late, if he didn't let her get changed she was going to start getting cold. She was already shivering.

"I suppose not." He murmured softly before he ducked his head down and stole a kiss.

(Y/n) felt his arms moving as he kissed her. He dropped her pyjamas down onto the bed beside them so he could cup her stomach with one hand and move the other to cradle the side of her neck and angle her head to better meet his lips.

It felt like he was stealing all the air from her lungs and it left her lips tingling against Eddie's in the best way. She let him twist her to the right and gently nudge her back until she was sat down on the end of the bed and he was hovering over her. His hands still attached to her with his fingers roaming her skin and a content hum vibrating from his lips against hers.

"Go on then, don't want all my girls getting cold." Eddie brushed his thumb along the edge of her jaw and pecked the corner of her mouth before he stood up again.

(Y/n) murmured a soft 'thank you' and grabbed her pyjama bottoms to start getting changed.

Eddie went back to putting the clothes away and he rounded the other side of the bed to put a few things in (Y/n)'s bedside drawer. But he paused when he saw her phone light up. Whilst he had been tidying up, he kept noticing her phone flashing and heard the small vibration as it rattled against the table since it was on silent.

He put it down to emails or the odd message, but that was quite a few messages she had gotten this afternoon that he had noticed.

Reaching out, Eddie held her phone and scrolled over the lockscreen to see the notifications. His brows furrowed and his chest tightened like his lungs were expanding and were no longer going to fit in his chest. He could feel his jaw grinding as he looked at just how many messages (Y/n) had received since she had been tidying up and then gone for a shower.

All from the same person. Someone Eddie didn't know.

"Who's Nigel?"

The gritty edge to Eddie's voice caught (Y/n) off guard as she pushed up off the bed to drag her pyjama bottoms up over her hips so they sat comfortably on her hips. She smoothed her hands up and down her bump while she frowned and glanced behind her at her husband.

"Hm?" Her brows furrowed in confusion until Eddie shook his hand to signal that he had picked up her phone. "Oh, he's one of the dispatchers at work. What does he want?"

(Y/n) shrugged and waited for Eddie to read out the messages she had received.

Nigel was one of the dispatchers she worked with, but he wasn't someone (Y/n) classed as a friend. He was a colleague. Someone (Y/n) didn't talk to outside of work and someone she didn't know well enough to come home talking to Eddie about him. She had better things to do when she came home than mention someone she didn't really want to know besides saying hello when they were on shift together.

"Where'd you want me to start?" The edge to his words made (Y/n) shiver and the way his upper lip curled had (Y/n)'s expression falling. "How are you? Are you busy? Are you at home? What are you up to? Jesus, he's trying hard."

Eddie unlocked (Y/n)'s phone and continued to scroll up through the messages to see how many times he seemed to message her on a daily basis. For someone (Y/n) had never mentioned, this guy sure did message her a lot. Eddie didn't like that. He didn't like someone trying so hard to get (Y/n)'s attention like this.

It didn't take a genius to gather what this guy wanted. Eddie wasn't stupid. If someone was messaging (Y/n) like this and asking such casual questions so often, it was clear he wanted to be a good friend. Or more than a friend.

That wasn't allowed.

She was Eddie's wife, and he didn't share.

(Y/n) didn't have a response for that. She knitted her hands together in front of her fidgeted from one foot to the next, unsure what to do or what she was supposed to say. Eddie could read the messages- well, that didn't exactly matter since he was clearly scrolling through every message Nigel had ever sent her.

But she didn't care if he looked. He would see (Y/n) barely messaged Nigel back. She didn't want to talk to him, she regretted getting his number from Maddie and that had only been to see if he was able to swap a shift with her at short notice. Since that first message, Nigel had barely stopped trying to converse with her and (Y/n) didn't want to be rude. They worked together, it wouldn't do her any favours to start any arguments or friction.

"Baby, he messages you almost every day by the looks of it. Why didn't you tell me?"

An unsettling feeling started to pool in the pit of her stomach and (Y/n) moved one hand to rub along the base of her abdomen where one of the twins was kicking and wriggling. The nervousness had woken at least one of their girls up. At least Chris was in bed watching a movie, so it was very unlikely that he would hear any part of their conversation.

She tilted her head down, keeping her eyes on her exposed stomach as she willed this conversation to go away. (Y/n) had agonised about blocking Nigel from her phone so Eddie would never find out this guy was messaging her.

If anyone so much as looked at (Y/n) while she was out with Eddie his protective side would flare up. She knew her husband hated anyone talking to her, especially if he didn't know them and Eddie could get insanely jealous. This possessive streak in him was starting to expand now that (Y/n) was pregnant too.

"He messages a lot, but I- I don't respond most of the time. He just… keeps texting."

"And this guy works with you? Is he bothering you at work too?" Eddie's tone darkened when that last question seemed to dawn on him. If this Nigel was messaging (Y/n) this much when she was at home, then there was no telling what he was like when he was actually on shift with (Y/n).

The way Eddie stared at her made (Y/n) feel like a spotlight was shining directly on her and she didn't know where to look or what to do with herself.

She decided on trying to finish getting dressed and she reached for her shirt on the bed whilst keeping her eyes aimed down so she didn't have to see the emotions raging across her husband's face. She saw the way Eddie tossed her phone onto the bed with a grunt and steered round the side of the bed to stand in front of her. He was close enough that (Y/n) could feel each laboured breath he took which made his chest heave.

And when (Y/n) tried to pull her top over her head, she gasped when Eddie unravelled it from her and tossed it to the floor. Her eyes followed her shirt until Eddie's hand was cupping her chin and he turned her head so she was forced to look up at him.

He didn't like it when she avoided his gaze, it made him angry, it made Eddie feel like she was trying to hide something from him. They both knew Eddie could always read every expression on (Y/n)'s face and her eyes told him almost as much as when she spoke.

"Will you answer me?"

The lack of a reply was clearly telling Eddie that this guy was hassling her at work as well as when she was at home and it infuriated Eddie. If he'd of known he would have found this man sooner and told him to stay clear. Eddie had ways of making people listen to him and stay away from his wife.

"He's not pushy or anything, he… he hasn't done anything-"

The baby twisted awfully in (Y/n)'s stomach that flooded with panic when her phone vibrated on the bed. Both their heads snapped in the other direction and (Y/n) coiled her arms to her chest when Eddie dropped her chin in favour of snatching her phone from the bed.

He scoffed with a sickening smile that looked deadly and he threw the phone which bounced off the edge of the bed and landed on the carpet with a loud thud.

Another text, from Nigel.

If he was this persistent when (Y/n) didn't reply to him, Eddie hated to think what would happen if she actually continued a thread of conversation with him. The messages would never end. They would become bold. Nigel would try his luck with her. He would probably think she was leading him on, that could end with a dangerous situationt which Eddie wasn't going to allow to happen.

Eddie tangled one hand into his hair and tugged until his scalp burned with satisfaction and he was sure a few hairs had come loose between his fingers. He stepped away from (Y/n), catching the way her face fell when she clearly thought he was going to walk away from her, possibly even walk out the house since he was riled up enough.

He liked the way (Y/n) reached out for him. He could see the panic in her eyes and he felt the desperation in her touch as she dug her fingers into his bicep to stop him from walking away.

"Last time I checked, I was your husband." The low, gritty tone of his voice made (Y/n) clutch his arm tighter. "So why is this guy cosying up to you?"

Moving her hands, (Y/n) curved her arms tight around his bicep and glued herself up into his side. She hated when Eddie got angry, especially if he was angry at her. He hardly ever got mad with her about anything and his protective side was heart warming, when he didn't become controlling.

She didn't want him getting annoyed or upset over someone who was clearly just getting a little too friendly. (Y/n) wouldn't respond to his messages, she would barely talk to him at work. She would make it clear that she wasn't interested.

Although (Y/n) thought that implication would have been clear by the ring on her finger and the very evident baby bump she walked around with. It was highly unlikely a pregnant, married woman would want to start a relationship with someone else. (Y/n) had never given Nigel that impression, she knew she hadn't.

"Baby, please. He messages me but I don't message back a-and he's always chatty at work. I can't blank him when we work together."

If (Y/n) tried to have a word with Nigel or gave him the cold shoulder it would make things uncomfortable at work. She didn't want to cause problems, (Y/n) would rather keep politely putting Nigel off and making it clear she was married than become crude with him.

"Has he done anything, gotten too close, overstepped the mark-"

"No, he- sometimes he follows me to the break room, to try and chat… and he's always around. But he hasn't done anything, baby I swear."

(Y/n) would have told him if Nigel had done something. If he had touched her or tried to kiss her or made rude remarks or made her uncomfortable then (Y/n) would have told Sue at work and she would have told Eddie. The only reason (Y/n) hadn't told him that Nigel kept messaging her was because she knew Eddie's possessive side, his temper, would flare up like this.

It was easier to keep Eddie in the dark than let him fuss over something that wasn't a big deal.

"I don't like the sound of some creep getting close to you at work, where I can't see or protect you. If he's bothering you, maybe I should go down there and find this guy, have a word with him."

Dread pooled in (Y/n)'s eyes and she clutched Eddie's arm tighter to her chest as she felt herself leaning into him like she was either trying to push him onto the bed or push her will onto him and get him to think differently.

She didn't want that.

(Y/n) didn't want Eddie to do that. He had warned one of her old friends away from her before they got married and that ended with Eddie punching the guy in broad daylight and threatening him to stay away from (Y/n). She couldn't have Eddie doing that at work, it would get him into trouble and it would cause friction between everyone.

It would never be just 'having a word' where Eddie was involved. It wouldn't be a simple conversation. It would be a low threat followed by a punch and Eddie would probably end up plastering Nigel up against the wall to make his point.

"No! No, baby I don't wanna cause any trouble, please." (Y/n) shook her head and gave a sharp tug on Eddie's arm before she winced.

She loosened her hold on Eddie's arm in favour of moving around so she could sit down on the end of the bed. Standing around and panicking wasn't helping, it was making her feel uneasy. She eased down onto the bed and held onto Eddie's hand until he took the hint and sat down next to her.

His hand instantly clamped down around her thigh, almost as if he was staking his claim and making it clear that she was his wife. And nobody else's.

"And I don't want you going to work with this guy practically stalking you all the time. Doesn't he know you're married? You're pregnant, for God's sake." The way Eddie waved his free hand towards her stomach showed how angry he was; his hand was trembling.

(Y/n) leaned her cheek on his shoulder and pushed up close into his side, hoping that some touch and affection would warm him up and calm him down a little.

She was sure he was starting to thaw out when his hand moved from clenching down on her thigh to reach out for her stomach instead. He grazed his fingers along her stomach and turned his head to attach his lips to the top of her head.

His eyes found their way down to her stomach and just thinking about the twins was starting to rile Eddie up again. He assumed that (Y/n) being pregnant would make it clear to any other man that she was taken. He didn't think anyone would come near her or try anything on with her. Eddie thought he had no cause for concern now that she was pregnant, it was pretty clear (Y/n) was his wife, his girl, and she wasn't interested in anyone else.

The fact that this guy was still trying to pursue and get close to (Y/n) while she was pregnant made Eddie wonder if he would become dangerous. Eddie didn't like the thought of (Y/n) being at work with this creep while Eddie was either home or on shift. He would be out of the way, unable to help or protect all three of his girls if Nigel tried anything.

"Eddie…"

"Tell Sue that he's bothering you."

(Y/n) tucked herself deeper into Eddie's neck and moved her arms to loop them both around his torso, imbedding herself into his side. She didn't want to do that. She didn't want to go to Sue and explain that Nigel was simply messaging and getting a bit too familiar with her.

He hadn't sent anything explicit. He hadn't made any rude remarks to (Y/n) or made an advance on her. He hadn't tried to touch or kiss her or become inappropriate. (Y/n) had no reasoning to go to Sue and complain when nothing had happened and all she had was a feeling that he was becoming too familiar for her liking.

"But-"

"You tell her, or I'll go and have words with him myself. What would you prefer?" Eddie glided his fingers up and down her bump while he sighed into her hair.

He could feel the tiny ounce of resolve in (Y/n) fading away as the seconds passed. She knew he was serious. She knew Eddie had absolutely no problem with going down to dispatch, asking around and finding out who this Nigel guy was. And Eddie would delight in telling Nigel that if he didn't back away from (Y/n), that he would get to see Eddie's darker side.

"I'm just trying to keep you safe; all three of you." Eddie couldn't keep her safe all the time when they didn't work together and (Y/n) didn't work from home. He had to make sure her and the twins were safe.

He would do whatever he had to in order to look after his family.

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Closing her eyes, (Y/n) leaned forward until her arms were resting on the counter and she could arch her lower back out. She thought sitting in those desk chairs would have made her feel a bit better and that they would help her back. The chairs were curved to support the back, considering all of the dispatchers had to be sat down for a few hours at a time and spent all day behind a desk.

(Y/n) put it down to the twins adding pressure on her back and weighing her stomach down rather than the chair and desk she had to sit at.

The sound of the kettle boiling away rattled through (Y/n)'s head, but the steam and the warmth was comforting.

She and Maddie often brought in flavoured coffee and special tins of hot chocolate to get them through their shifts. Coffee was a bit too caffeinated at the moment and (Y/n) wasn't supposed to have too many, so she had chosen a hot chocolate for now.

When she felt a warm hand on her shoulder she smiled, imagining that it would either be Maddie or Josh entering the break room. They were the two people (Y/n) was close friends with here at work. And Maddie was always asking about the twins and how (Y/n) was doing.

But she glanced to the left and felt a shiver coursing down her spine as her expression dropped.

It was Nigel.

Anytime (Y/n) escaped into the break room whether it was for a drink or just a moment to herself after a bad call, she was starting to find Nigel hanging around. He clearly didn't grasp the concept that (Y/n) didn't want to spend her breaks with him or have him hanging around her every moment of the day.

"Hi there." He grinned down at her with such a wide smile it was off-putting and began finding himself a cup to make a coffee.

(Y/n) straightened up from the counter in an instant. She didn't want to be stooped over with her back and bum arched out and Nigel stood so close that their hips were touching. She tried to plaster a small smile across her face and took a step to the right to create an air of space between them.

"Hi," She nodded her head at him and reached over for the kettle when it boiled.

The sooner she made a drink and went back to her desk, the sooner she could be away from Nigel and have this awkward tension dissipate.

"So, how have you been?" He grinned down at her like she was giving him a gift rather than simply offering the kettle out towards him once she had filled her cup. And she didn't like the way he brushed his fingers against her hand and seemed to try and give her hand a squeeze like they were more than acquaintences, more than friends.

"Good, and you?" Ignoring him would be pointless and it would make her seem rude, that was the last thing (Y/n) wanted. Her only choice was to engage him in conversation.

"I was a little upset that you wouldn't return my messages, and very surprised when you blocked me."

His words stunned her.

For a moment (Y/n) wasn't sure what he was talking about and the cup in her hand unsteadily clinked back onto the counter in shock. Her jaw dropped and she stared over at Nigel with confusion and utter panic bubbling over in her eyes.

"Wh-" Whatever had been on the tip of (Y/n)'s tongue fizzled out when one overpowering thought came to mind.

Eddie.

Her husband. He had been close to enraged when he had looked through (Y/n)'s messages and noticed just how often Nigel tried to talk to her on a daily basis. It didn't matter that (Y/n) hardly ever replied to Nigel, it mattered that this person at work was clearly pursuing her and that made Eddie volatile.

He would do what he had to do to get the message across that (Y/n) wasn't interested and that Nigel couldn't keep doing this. He may be harmless, but he was a threat and Eddie didn't take kindly to threats.

Eddie must have blocked Nigel's contact on her phone. (Y/n) had been silly enough to believe that for the past three days while she had been off work, Nigel had relented. She thought he had stopped messaging her because she hadn't replied and he knew it was her time off work. She hadn't even thought to check through his messages or even see if his contact was still in her phone.

If Nigel's messages weren't getting through then he knew it was because she had blocked him and if that was the case, then it was Eddie's doing. (Y/n) wouldn't block Nigel out of kindness, she wouldn't want to cause friction at work and she thought it best to have people's numbers in case there was an emergency or anyone ever needed to swap shifts on short notice.

Not anymore. Eddie had clearly taken care of the messages and the issue of Nigel becoming too attached to (Y/n).

"Nigel, I… I've been busy, with family and getting things ready for my maternity leave. I don't have a lot of free time."

It was a meager excuse and they both knew it. They both knew that at some point if Eddie hadn't blocked her phone, (Y/n) would have checked her messages and either responded or ignored them. Either way, ignoring him implied she didn't want to talk to him.

But it seemed kinder to try and make up an excuse rather than tell Nigel the truth that he was getting too close and her husband didn't like it.

"You don't have time for friends?" The way he scoffed made (Y/n) wince, but his smile was off-putting.

His smile contradicted his words. He should be angry. Nigel should be annoyed and infuriated and call (Y/n) a rude, ignorant person and walk away from her. Except he was grinning like they were old friends having a joke with each other and he leaned closer as if he was going to nudge their elbows together or even risk trying to reach out and touch her.

There was nothing nice that came to (Y/n)'s mind to respond to that so she settled for nodding, mainly to herself, and taking her hot chocolate out of the break room.

She kept her steps quick when she heard Nigel rushing to put the milk back in the fridge so he could try and catch up to her. Well (Y/n) didn't want to continue with this awkward conversation. She wanted to go back to work and then go home.

She heard Nigel call her name just as she stepped out the break room and almost collided head first with Sue.

The elder woman cast (Y/n) an endearing smile as if (Y/n) was just the person she wanted to see. (Y/n) moved to cradle her cup in both hands, simultaneously warming her hands up as well as making sure she didn't spill any of the contents down either of them.

"Can we have a chat?" Sue's tone was calm and her smile was soothing, telling (Y/n) she wasn't in any kind of trouble.

Although being asked for a chat never seemed like a good thing, especially not where work was concerned.

(Y/n) nodded and followed Sue past the main floor where everyone was at their desks or wandering about the room in search of something. They headed to one of the meeting rooms at the back where they usually had their team meetings or held supervisions. And (Y/n) knew this was where people were brought to when there was an issue that needed to be discussed.

Had (Y/n) done something wrong? Was she in some kind of trouble? She hadn't been late or missed any shifts and she hadn't had any conflict or any problems with any of the calls she had taken on her shifts. She always did everything right by the book, she contacted the police when necessary, she reported fake calls to Sue and Josh and made a note of the numbers. She didn't take extra breaks or long lunches.

Her nerves started to get the better of her once they were in the room on their own and she noticed the blinds were closed, for privacy. Was that in case (Y/n) started crying or Sue had to reprimand her for something?

Her legs felt heavy when she sat down in one of the chairs and tried to sit up straight and hold herself together. Her hands began to tap on the clear glass table and her feet jittered against the floor. She didn't know where to look or what to do with herself.

"Is everything okay?" What she really wanted to ask was 'have I done something wrong' but it seemed a bit too pushy or forceful to ask that.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what to do when Sue leaned across the table and placed her hand on top of (Y/n)'s.

The action was soothing and the touch was almost as if Sue was about to give (Y/n) bad news, but the look on her face said otherwise. She patted (Y/n)'s hand and tilted her head to one side, smiling softly as her other hand started to fiddle with the beaded necklace hanging loose around her neck. Something Sue always wore almost like it was a part of her.

"I think I should be asking you that. I had Eddie on the phone this morning, honey he's worried about you."

Oh dear. That didn't sound good.

"He said you told him a colleague at work is starting to stalk you, but you've been too nervous to come and talk to me. Honey, you know you can trust me and Josh, if you're having trouble you can let us help."

Oh God, what was she supposed to say to that? (Y/n) could hardly deny it and make Eddie seem controlling or like he was acting out of character or trying to cause friction. But if she agreed and explained, then it was going to make things strenuous at work and cause friction between her and Nigel and probably turn a few heads.

Eddie had gone behind her back. He said he wouldn't. He said he wouldn't say anything as long as (Y/n) talked to Sue, and that was what she had been planning to do.

If he actually gave (Y/n) the time, she would have talked to Sue in another day or two and explained that she thought Nigel was being just a little too pushy with her. She would of asked for some advice and said she just wanted to make it known that she was uncomfortable.

That would have been enough. As long as either Sue or Josh knew about it, then they could keep an eye on things and if Nigel ever went too far then (Y/n) would have them to back her up.

Eddie doing this just made things worse because he made things sound more dramatic. He wanted something to be done but he either didn't realise or didn't care that this was going to cause issues within (Y/n)'s workplace.

"Can you tell me who it is?"

When Sue squeezed her hand, (Y/n) leaned forward and dropped her head onto her other hand. She could feel the twins wriggling around and coming to life and that, combined with the bile rising at the back of her throat was making her feel queasy.

She didn't want to be doing this. (Y/n) could feel tears welling up in her eyes and she sank her teeth down into her lower lip to stop herself from crying. She didn't need to cry, there was nothing wrong here, this wasn't as big a situation as Eddie had made it seem… was it?

"It- it's Nigel." She had to say something, Eddie had already set the ball in motion and (Y/n) couldn't stop it or take it back anymore.

She dragged her fingers through her hair and sat forward, clicking her spine into place and pressing her bump down against her thighs. Her eyes cast down to her stomach to give herself something to think about and focus on instead of the uneasy feeling washing over her and the panic welling up in her system.

"And what's he been doing?" There was nothing but understanding in Sue's voice and patience in her eyes. She made it feel like she had all the time in the world to talk to (Y/n).

"I… I had to block him, he was constantly messaging and calling me. He makes me uncomfortable when he gets too close on shift, he just, he won't leave me alone."

Was she making herself seem stupid? Had Eddie said anything to Sue about it? Had he made it seem more substantial than this or like Nigel had truly been harassing her? Was Sue going to tell her that this didn't meet any criteria and that (Y/n) would have to talk to Nigel herself about this?

"Okay, well we can change your shift pattern if you like. You're coming up to maternity leave, maybe if we lower your hours like we suggested before, we can put you on the morning shifts and have less stress until you're on leave. Nigel does a lot of afternoon and evening shifts, so this should stop you from clashing."

Why was she being so understanding?

(Y/n) found herself nodding before she really took in what Sue was saying. It did make sense. (Y/n) had talked to Sue and Josh when she found out she was pregnant, and then again when she knew it was twins because that meant more check ups and a possible earlier maternity leave.

They had both been understanding and they had all talked about (Y/n) lowering her hours the further along she got, maybe just by a couple of hours a week. Just so it was less stressful and easier on her. Doing that now meant (Y/n) would be less stressed, it would be easier for Chris and it would certainly stop Eddie from worrying about her.

(Y/n) would be better on the morning shifts, she could be home for Chris in the afternoon and evenings that way and if it stopped her from being on Nigel's shift then it was a winning situation all round. The added bonus was that if Nigel ever realised or asked what was going on, (Y/n) could chalk it all down to her pregnancy.

"Thank you, I- I didn't want to cause any problems,"

"Honey if he's upsetting you then that's not your fault. We're always here to help."

It didn't seem like (Y/n) had much of a choice in any of this, anyway. Eddie had set this in motion and (Y/n) couldn't disagree with him. Not when they both knew she felt better when she was at home and it would be a lot easier if she was home more often. Eddie couldn't be with her at work and that worried him, so this meant he had no more cause for concern.

(Y/n) didn't want Eddie worrying, he could get a bit controlling when he was nervous or wound up.

***

Swinging her bag on her shoulder, (Y/n) tilted her head to one side and tightened her hand around the handle.

She was ready to go home. The calls today had gone from bad to worse and (Y/n) was done. She was done with answering the calls where she couldn't help, she couldn't send help in time and hearing that static when the line went dead was crushing her heart to pieces. Home was the best place to be right now.

She made her way from her locker towards the corridor and began her descent. Sometimes working here felt like it was a maze with the calls and computers being right in the centre of that maze.

When she turned the next corner, a slither of dread crept down her spine and her upper lip curled in distaste when she stared ahead of her.

Nigel was coming on shift.

Why did it have to happen that he would come into work at the exact moment (Y/n) was leaving? Their shifts weren't exactly overlapping. For the past few days, (Y/n) had managed to leave and not bump into Nigel on her way out. Today clearly wasn't her lucky day.

She slowed down her pace when Nigel seemed to make his beeline towards her and instead of standing beside her, he chose to stand right in front of her. (Y/n) would have to either push him out the way or kindly wiggle beside him to get past and aim to leave the building. Great.

"Hey, I haven't seen you a lot lately, Maddie said you're getting ready for maternity leave."

He had his jacket slung over his shoulder like he thought he was in a sixties movie and his head inclined to the side while his other hand moved to his hip that cocked out to the side.

Considering the last time they spoke, he accused (Y/n) of blocking his messages- rightfully so- he seemed very chipper to see her. Another reason (Y/n) was uneasy around him. He didn't care that she was married, he didn't seem to care that she was pregnant, he just liked to be around her and push the boundaries as much as he could without crossing the line into out of order.

(Y/n) moved her hand to card her fingers through her hair and she nodded, mustering the strength to push this aside and get away.

"Yeah, I'll be off as of next month." It couldn't come soon enough. (Y/n) couldn't wait to be at home with Chris and then with her two girls when they were born.

The stress of kids was going to be far better compared to the stress of this job and having someone like Nigel lurking around every corner. And (Y/n) just knew that when she was on maternity leave, Eddie was going to be much happier too. With how loving and protective he was around her now, she knew he was going to be a sight to behold with their girls.

"Bit early, isn't it?" Nigel's words brought (Y/n) out of her thoughts and she glanced from him down to her stomach.

"Well, it's twins so less stress means no early labour." Her hand moved to brush against the side of her stomach with a fondness bubbling over in her eyes and causing a small smile to pull at her lips. Especially when she looked down at her shirt.

Not everyone wore the preferred uniform with the 9-1-1 logo in the corner to show that they were emergency dispatchers. It wasn't strictly necessary, but most people wore them. (Y/n) did, but at the moment nobody questioned or commented that she had been wearing Eddie's shirts.

It was roughly the same colour as the darker dispatch shirts, but instead of their 9-1-1 logo, it had the fire station logo in the corner. (Y/n) wore it because Eddie's clothes were bigger on her and her change of appearance and her expanding stomach were only temporary. Maddie thought it was cute, and whenever (Y/n) wore Eddie's clothes it drove him wild, so it was a win-win situation all round.

"We'll miss you round here. I'll have to stop by, see how you're doing."

(Y/n) took a hazardous step back when Nigel leaned closer and the smile slipped from her face. She was sure he was about to try and touch her stomach. (Y/n) wasn't a fan of people doing that. Eddie, sure, that was different. Sometimes Maddie asked if she could and again that was different because she was (Y/n)'s closest friend and she always asked.

But someone she didn't truly know and who she felt uneasy around, trying to reach over to touch her, that was unsettling.

She took another step back out of instinct when Nigel stepped closer and she couldn't help but cringe when he smile widened into an off-putting smirk. He advanced towards her until his hand was clamped around her upper arm and (Y/n) was almost pushed up against the wall.

She couldn't step back any further and let Nigel back her into a corner- or a wall- like that. She was heading home and he was clearly just arriving on shift. They needed to go in separate directions before this got misconstrued.

"I h- I have to go."

Tilting his head to the left, Eddie gave Chris a pointed look that silently told him not to get too much out the vending machine with the change he had just found by scouting through Eddie's back pocket.

He grinned over at his boy before he stepped around the corner. He thought (Y/n) would have been downstairs by now. He and Chris had come to pick her up from work since Chris wasn't at school today and had asked if they could go out for tea. The pair of them had waited downstairs for a few minutes before deciding to head up and find (Y/n).

Eddie didn't like what he saw.

He'd found his wife alright, but he found her with someone who was standing far too close to her, practically pinning her up against the wall. (Y/n) looked uncomfortable, it was written across her face and Eddie watched with seething anger as (Y/n) had to fling that man's hand off her arm and push to get past him.

But she stopped the moment her eyes locked onto Eddie. He could see her trembling and the look on her face told him everything. This was the guy that had been bothering her, and he was clearly doing it again.

"Are you okay?" Those were the first words that came out of Eddie's mouth and they took (Y/n) by surprise.

She was expecting him to ask who it was with her and what the Hell he thought he was doing. But she could see the way his eyes were raking her up and down, trying to make sure she was okay and check that nothing untoward had happened before he turned up.

(Y/n) wordlessly nodded, fiddling with her bag on her shoulder as she stumbled to hurry towards him. She wanted to go home.

Her hands reached out for Eddie's arm which she tried to reel into her chest so she could cling to him, but Eddie had other ideas. His free hand moved to her hip and he leaned over to press a chaste kiss to the side of her temple. He loved the way she pelted over to him with that look of need swirling in her eyes, although the panic written on her face angered him because this idiot had clearly worried her. He didn't like that.

"Chris is waiting for you." He ticked his head to the side, indicating to the end of the hall and (Y/n) figured if Chris wasn't stood there behind them that he had to be at the vending machine. That machine had a lot of sweet treats in; (Y/n) often stopped there when the twins made her peckish.

"But…" She wasn't sure she could find the proper words, so she tugged on Eddie's arm and glanced to the end of the corridor and back to make her point.

She wanted him to come with her. (Y/n) wanted to go home, and she wanted Eddie to follow her out. She knew her husband, she knew what he was like and how he would probably start a fight when her back was turned. (Y/n) didn't want that to happen.

"Go." He pressed another kiss to her temple and squeezed her hip before he moved his hand to her lower back and tried to guide her in that direction.

He wouldn't be far behind her.

(Y/n) didn't want to, she really didn't want to but when Eddie stepped away from her, she moved. It would be easier to go along with it and make sure Chris didn't walk round the corner and witness anything. She highly doubted Eddie would start a fight. He knew people could pass by at any moment. (Y/n) had told him Nigel was on the afternoon shifts so Eddie knew he was most likely just turning up to work.

If he came in with a black eye or a broken arm or hunched over in agony, people would suspect something was amiss. Eddie wouldn't cause a scene, he was too clever for that. But he was going to make sure that he got his point across.

Once (Y/n) was out of sight, Eddie walked down the corridor with an air of confidence that was clearly off putting to the other man. He stood in front of him with his chin aimed up and a confident smirk on his face.

"Let me guess… Nigel?" Eddie pointed at the man in front of him whose smile faded and his eyes narrowed in a look of sceptical confusion.

"Yeah, and you are…"

"The husband. And I won't be saying this again, stay away from my wife or I'll become your nightmare. Clear?"

Eddie couldn't count the times he had had this kind of conversation, or the people he had talked to about this. He had warned plenty of people away from (Y/n), a lot of whom hadn't listened on the first attempt and needed Eddie to come back and use some physical force to get the message through.

That was always fine by Eddie. He never minded having to use his fists and his army knowledge to get people to take him seriously. If they needed some persuasion to stop hassling (Y/n) and leave her alone, then that was what Eddie was prepared to do. No one messed with his wife, and he certainly wouldn't let Nigel upset her.

This was where she worked. This was the only place where Eddie couldn't keep track of her and protect her, and if a threat happened here then Eddie either needed to take care of that threat, or remove (Y/n) from the situation.

She was going on maternity leave in one month, that would certainly remove her from the situation for up to a year. A lot could happen in that time. Eddie could make sure Nigel wasn't going to be a problem anymore. Or he could easily persuade (Y/n) that staying home or finding a job to work from home would be a lot easier for her.

He had his methods, he would do whatever he had to in order to keep her and their family safe.

"(Y/n) never mentioned you." Nigel shook his head and folded his arms over his chest like he was trying to play cool and hold his nerve. He didn't look very convincing, and his words made Eddie smile.

He knew that. He knew (Y/n) wouldn't mention him. He knew because for one thing, Nigel wasn't her friend or someone she would open up to. (Y/n) didn't talk to a lot of people, and she certainly didn't talk to them about Eddie. And for another thing, (Y/n) wouldn't openly tell people how possessive Eddie could be, that was like ammunition to get creeps like Nigel away from her and it was reserved information for when she needed it the most.

"Hm, I bet she didn't. The last guy that started harassing my wife ran into a few difficulties after meeting me. (Y/n) was being kind to you; I'm not. Leave her alone or you'll be needing time off work to recover from a few broken bones."

The darkness pooling in Eddie's previously chocolate brown eyes was unhinged and it told Nigel that he wasn't lying or hyping up the truth to make himself seem fearful. Eddie was giving it to him straight, he was telling him exactly how this was going to go.

Eddie had broken a man's wrist, his nose and fractured his foot after he tried to put the moves on (Y/n). If anyone went as far as to touch her or do something inappropriate, Eddie would be even more creative than that. There was nothing he wouldn't do when it came to (Y/n).

"You- you can't do that-"

Nigel took a step back but Eddie only stepped closer with a sickening grin and expanding pupils that made his eyes look hollow and black.

"I can do whatever I like. For instance," Eddie moved swiftly before Nigel could blink or even comprehend that the situation was changing.

He grabbed Nigel by his left shoulder and clutched at his wrist with his other hand. He applied some pressure, pushing Nigel's upper body down while he twisted and gave a sharp tug on his arm until the other man was yelping and began to shake, trying his best to move at this compromising angle.

"If I pull, your shoulder dislocates from the socket. That's much easier to recover from than a broken arm, isn't it?" The condescending tone in Eddie's voice made Nigel's breathing quicken and Eddie was sure he heard him whisper 'you're sick' under his shallow breath.

It would be far too easy for Eddie to push and give a little pull on Nigel's arm and have that joint pop out of place with a successful click. One swift move and he would be dislocated. Eddie would enjoy that. He could easily pop it back into place afterwards and until it started to swell, no one would know or seemingly believe anything was wrong.

A dislocation was very easy to recover from, a few days of tender muscles and a sore joint and then it would be like a faded memory. Broken or fractured bones were far harder to recover from. Eddie was being kind here.

"So, are we clear?" Eddie jostled Nigel by the shoulder until he yelped and frantically nodded.

He didn't want a dislocated shoulder. He didn't want any broken bones or any bumps and bruises. He didn't want any trouble with Eddie, not when he could see that it would be far more anguish on his behalf than it would be worth. Eddie was unhinged. He was unstable and Nigel didn't want anything to do with him.

Eddie dropped Nigel's wrist, allowing his arm to swing down and he quickly brought his knee up until it bashed into Nigel's groin. The grunt that left his lips was enough to make Eddie smile and he gave the other man a rough shove until he was stumbling down the corridor in the direction of the call room. He could go and recover in the kitchen or the locker room. Eddie didn't care.

Eddie dusted his hands up and down his jeans as he turned in the opposite direction and rounded the corner.

When his eyes landed on his family, the usual, bright grin lit up his features and he headed over to them. (Y/n) was anxiously tapping her foot against the floor with her hands on Chris's shoulders and the eleven year old was leaning back into her with a packet of sweets in his hands that they were seemingly sharing between them.

"Alright, are we going for dinner?"

"Yeah!" Chris popped another sweet in his mouth before he turned and led them down towards the lift at the end of the hall.

(Y/n) looked between both her boys, but when she tried to look behind Eddie towards the corridor, she gasped. Eddie's hands moved to her shoulders, his chest pressed up into her back and he walked her forward, expertly cutting her off from even trying to look back at the idiot in the other hall.

"He's fine." The gritty tone to Eddie's voice made (Y/n)'s stomach jump and she nodded, praying it was true. She hadn't heard any screams or yells or punches being thrown so she guessed Eddie hadn't done any lasting damage or caused much trouble.

Thank God.

She reached a trembling hand up to hold onto his wrist and she gave a squeeze as they headed towards the lift.

"I don't want you around him anymore, I mean it." Eddie pressed his lips to the back of (Y/n)'s head before she tilted her head back onto his shoulder so she could stare up at him. The worry in her eyes made his chest tighten and had his heart going haywire. He didn't want her to worry.

That was the exact reason why he had just warned Nigel to stop playing games and to stay the Hell away from (Y/n). Eddie didn't want to have to use force to get his point across, he knew it made his wife anxious, but if that was the only way to protect her then that's what he had to do.

"Eddie, he won't-"

"I don't trust him. The whole point of changing shifts was to avoid him, yet here he is, trying to touch you. If I find him doing that again, I won't be merciful."

(Y/n) nodded and when the lift doors opened and they began walking inside after Chris, she moved her hands up. She deadlocked her hands around Eddie's wrists and shifted his hands from her shoulders to loop his arms around her neck instead. It made him lean his chest down against her back and he attached his lips to her temple while Chris pressed the button for the ground floor and cosied up into (Y/n)'s side.

This was their family, this was exactly what Eddie was trying to protect. He wouldn't stand for someone trying to get in the way and ruin what they had or frighten or touch up his wife.

Eddie had been kind today, but he had no problems being cruel if that was what it took.

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Aim for the Sky Part 5 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is thankful every day of the year, but over Thanksgiving weekend, you and the Nugget give him even more than he anticipated. When he takes you back to the scene of the crime for your first wedding anniversary, he shares more of his notebook with you.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, cum play, swearing, pregnancy

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"Why is it so crowded?" you whined, pushing a shopping cart behind Bradley as he wound his way through Costco on Monday.

"Because everyone is doing the same thing we're doing," he said as he grabbed whichever turkey he could get his hands on. "Shopping for Thanksgiving dinner."

You were exhausted and tired of getting jostled around. You were getting close to the end of your second trimester, and you felt like you could curl up in the shopping cart and fall asleep. Today was also the first day of your annoying new routine of visiting the ladies' locker room after work to change out of your maternity tent. At least you got to talk to Phoenix for a few minutes. She even made a fuss over your belly and called you cute. But there was no way you were leaving base in your new uniform.

When you looked down at yourself in your stretchy tank top, even you could tell that your sore boobs looked bigger. You caught Bradley eyeing them up so frequently, it was almost comical. When you called him out on it, he would grunt some sort of response while his cheeks turned pink. And every time you let him take your bra off and do as he pleased, he was a rock hard, needy mess almost instantly. But he was also gentle and tentative, almost bringing you to orgasm with his mouth on your breasts alone.

You moaned softly, and he turned to look at you with wide, brown eyes. "Excuse me?" he asked, eyebrows shooting up. "You okay back there?"

"Yeah," you whispered breathlessly. "You know how much I love my Costco Daddy." Now you were thinking about the time you earned a spanking during one of your shopping trips, and you didn't know how you were going to make it home when your husband looked so fucking good in his uniform.

"What did you call me?" he asked playfully, his hands coming up to his narrow waist as you slumped against the cart and whined.

"Costco Daddy." This time you said it loud enough that a few people turned to see what you were talking about, but you didn't care.

"I guess we should hurry up then," Bradley remarked casually, but that was pretty impossible to do when the store was as crowded as it was. You watched Bradley fight his way through the produce area so he could grab carrots and sweet potatoes, wearing a little smirk on his face the whole time. You tried to push him with the cart when he was taking too much time picking out a can of cranberry sauce, and he just chuckled but didn't budge at all.

"Roo," you whined softly.

"This is the last thing we need to get," he said, and then he made things even worse by standing behind you with his hands on your belly while you waited in line to pay.

His lips were soft on your ear and the side of your jaw as you gripped the shopping cart. His body was pressed against yours as he asked, "Is she moving around right now, Sweetheart?"

He'd been on a quest to feel the baby doing her somersaults, but he came up empty handed every time. "I think she's sleeping," you told him as his big palms moved around slowly. "You'll feel her soon. She loves it when you're around."

Bradley let his chin rest on your shoulder, and you were treated to his deep, needy sigh. You had no doubt where he was looking as the line started to move up and his thumbs grazed the undersides of your breasts. "As soon as we get home, your shirt is coming off."

"You're obsessed, Roo."

Even when it was your turn to pay, Bradley kept his eyes on you as he loaded up the cart again. The two of you walked to the far side of the parking lot where he insisted on leaving the new Bronco so it didn't get dinged up. Then he got you buckled in while he unloaded everything into the back, but you surprised him by climbing right onto his lap as soon as he was in the driver's seat.

He let his hands settle on your hips with a big smile on his face as you straddled his right thigh. "I don't know what you're planning on doing here, Baby Girl, but it's not quite dark out yet. Not that I mind. I know how much you like it in public."

But you started rubbing yourself against his leg, and he got quiet, his smile remaining intact. You tried your best to keep some space between his upper body and yours while you rubbed your pussy against your husband with two pairs of uniform pants between you. The friction was delicious, and Bradley leaned back in the seat with his hands still on your hips as you whispered, "I couldn't wait until we get home."

He helped guide you along as the rolling motion as you rode him brought you closer to where you needed to be. "I can wait until we get home," he rasped. "But when we do, I want you on your knees with those tits covered in my cum."

"Bradley!" you whined as his hands eased up your sides, grazing your breasts, goading you on faster.

"Take your time," he whispered, and you could feel how hard he was getting. But you didn't even need more time when he looked and smelled so damn good. Your hands settled on his insignia pins and name tag as you ground down harder and moaned his name.

He let you collapse against his body as you came, whining about how horny you were all the time right now until your orgasm started fading away. Then his hand slid down and squeezed your butt and he whispered, "Let's get home. Now."

Bradley helped you buckle in again, and then he took your hand in his as he started quickly driving home. When he needed both hands, he set yours down right on his hard length. You were still in a daze as you stroked him, working him up and making him throb. He grunted your first name which brought you back down enough to unzip his pants as he turned down the block toward the craftsman.

"You still want me on my knees?" you asked a little breathlessly as you got your hand around him, and Bradley's deep chuckle in response gave you goosebumps.

"There is only ever going to be one answer to that question, my love."

You were practically drooling at his words as he parked in the driveway and carefully withdrew your hand from inside the fly of his pants. Then he hopped out of the Bronco with his pants unzipped and his shirt an untucked mess before helping you carefully down onto the driveway. He gave you one of the sweetest kisses of your life which surprised you before he laced his fingers with yours and led you up the walkway at a leisurely pace.

Once the front door was unlocked, he leaned in, kissed you one more time, his hard cock brushing your pregnant belly through his pants. "Yes, Baby Girl," he rasped. "I still want you on your knees."

You couldn't help but smile as you held his hand a little tighter, and he helped you get into position to give him exactly what he wanted. After he shut the door, you yanked your shirt and bra off and listened to him groan so loudly, Tramp briefly ran into the living room and back out again. After you got Bradley's pants and boxer briefs down around his boots, he lasted about thirty seconds between your lips before he was panting and stuttering.

"B-Baby Girl. Sweetheart." You let him jerk himself off, coating your chest in cum, just like he'd done in the garage last week. Just like he'd done in the shower two days ago. Then you let him play with it, making an even bigger mess before he helped you get cleaned up.

You had the distinct feeling that if you wanted anything in the whole world right now, all you'd need to do is ask him for it while topless, and it would be yours.

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"I'm trying my best," Bradley growled. The turkey he randomly grabbed at Costco on Monday while you were a horny mess was huge, and it didn't really fit in your fancy baking dish thing.

"How am I supposed to stuff it?" you asked him, pouting in your sports bra, underwear, and I Love Meat apron. He was about an inch from telling you he didn't even care about the turkey and wanted to stuff you instead, but he knew you'd make a face at him since company was coming over. Not that he thought Jake Seresin counted as company. Now if your parents were here today, sure, he'd be on his best behavior. But Jake? Nope.

He shoved the turked into the baking dish and said, "That's as good as it's gonna get. Stuff it, and I'll lift it into the oven for you."

He kissed your cheek and retreated to the bedroom where he wanted to go over his list one more time, just to make sure he knew what he had to do before Saturday. As he pulled the sheet of paper from his nightstand drawer, he sat on the edge of the bed. He had to find a way to sneak a cake into the house tomorrow and hide it from you. That was going to be challenging. There was also the matter of hiding all of the flowers if he decided to pick them up ahead of time.

"Shit," he muttered, remembering he needed to get the non-alcoholic champagne down from the torn apart attic sometime tomorrow. Maybe you wouldn't notice him messing around up there if he did it later when you were in the shower.

"Bradley!" you called out, your voice echoing down the short hallway. "Come here!"

He was on his feet instantly, heart pounding as he let the paper fall to the floor while he raced for you. "What happened?" he called out, panicking even more when he saw you doubled over as he reached the kitchen. "What happened?" He had his hands wrapped around your biceps, heart climbing up into his throat. You finally looked up at him as you gasped and started to untie your apron.

"She's moving so much right now," you told him, and it took him a second to realize you were smiling as the apron hit the floor. "Maybe you'll be able to feel her."

"Oh," he gasped, relief flooding his system even as he sank to his knees in front of you. When he placed his big hands on your belly and looked up at your perfect face, you slid his hands further to your right side. Bradley leaned in and kissed your wedding rings as you guided him along, and that's when he felt her.

"Holy shit!"

"Yeah?" you asked, voice laced with giddy excitement. "You felt the kick?"

"Yes," he whispered in amazement. Then she did it again, and he scooted himself a little closer, pressing his lips to the spot next to your belly button. "Hey, little Nugget." He was met with another thump that left him smiling. "I love you."

You laughed as you ran your fingers through his hair and let him rest his cheek against your soft, warm skin. "She's doing somersaults now," you told him, and he could feel something like a soft squirm against his hand. "She gets really excited when she hears you."

"Is that true?" he asked softly. "I get excited when I even think about you." He stayed there for a very long time, letting you adjust his hand placement over and over so he could feel her, and he never wanted to let go. He thought about taking you to bed so he could lay next to your belly, but he was afraid his daughter might get too cozy and settle in for a nap.

Bradley was running his nose along in a little pattern where the baby was kicking when you eventually removed your fingers from his hair and said, "I need to start peeling the potatoes."

"I can do that," Bradley replied, and he felt another hard thump. "You're right, Sweetheart. I swear she knows it's me," he whispered, looking up at you again.

"She absolutely does, Roo."

After that, he had his hands all over you. When you left the kitchen to finally get dressed, he went along, too. When you went back to the kitchen to check on the turkey, he stood behind you with one hand wrapped around you. If you found it annoying, you didn't say a word about it, thankfully. When Jake, Cat and Jeremiah arrived, Bradley had his arm slung over your shoulders as you walked to the front door.

"Is she moving around right now?" he asked softly.

You smiled up at him. "I think she's snoozing. I'll let you know when she's back at it again." Then you pulled the door open, and his peaceful little bubble felt like it had been burst as Jake walked in carrying several pies and some coleslaw.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Angel," the blonde said before kissing your cheek. Bradley rolled his eyes as Jake headed for the kitchen with a little grin on his face. A split second later, Cat came in, and then Bradley had his arms full of Jeremiah.

"He might need his diaper changed," Cat told him before she followed you to the kitchen as well. "Now let me finish cooking everything while you rest," she told you with a smile, and Bradley was happy someone who knew what they were doing was here to help you now. And he supposed that the next best thing after feeling his own baby kick was getting to hang out with Jeremiah.

Jake was digging around in the refrigerator, and he pulled out two beers before nodding at Bradley. "Let's go see how the playset is looking, old man," he said, opening one of the cans and handing it to Bradley.

The playset was almost done, and Bradley would have probably worked on it a little bit more today, but he got so distracted following you around everywhere. "You know, I'm not that much older than you," he told Jake as he carted Jeremiah over to look at the slide.

But Jake didn't seem to be in a teasing mood any longer as he looked at Cat's son in Bradley's arms. "You know... you never really told me how you did it."

"Did what?" Bradley asked, watching two little hands reach out toward the can of beer before he touched the rope ladder instead.

"How you got Angel to marry you. The more I think about it, the less sense it makes."

Bradley glanced back through the sliding glass door where you were sitting at the kitchen island while Cat started to boil the potatoes he'd peeled for you earlier. "You know, if you're going to be an asshole, you can just go home. I'll drive Cat and Jer back to Hondo's later."

"Shhh," Jake told him. "You can't say bad words in front of him. He's learning how to talk now."

"Sorry," Bradley whispered to the little boy who was all smiles. Then Jake's words really started to sink in as he studied Jeremiah's dark eyes and sipped his beer. "You want them to be your family."

Jake was pacing around the patio, rubbing his temple with his fingers. "Of course I do. But she won't go for it. Every time I bring it up, she has some sort of excuse. Last night, after I told her how much I love her, she tried to tell me that I'll grow tired of them and want my freedom."

"Damn," Bradley muttered.

"What did I tell you about the bad words?" Jake snapped.

"Sorry." Bradley watched him pace while he thought about how he proposed to you in a dirty storage unit surrounded by cardboard boxes and ugly antique furniture. "I don't know how I got her to marry me, Jake. All I know is as soon as I was holding the engagement ring, I needed it to be on her finger. Like suddenly there was no time to waste."

Bradley knew Jake would be a good dad. He obviously loved Jeremiah. But their conversation was cut short as you poked your head outside and said, "Roo? Will you come help me set the table?"

"I'm coming, Baby Girl."

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Thanksgiving dinner turned out fantastic with some help from Cat. You saw how comfortable the other woman looked in the kitchen, so you just sat down and let her work. And while everything was delicious, nobody batted an eyelash when you made yourself some carrot sticks to dip into hot sauce. And then you covered your turkey in hot sauce. And you dipped your stuffing in hot sauce.

You were helping Bradley clean up before dessert when you said, "Oh! She's kicking again!"

He basically tossed everything into the sink and came running for you with wide eyes. "Where is she?" he asked softly, and you placed his hands for him. A second later, after you kissed the few silver hairs at his temple, he turned his head to smile at you while he said, "There she is."

"I want to feel the baby," Jake said, as he carried more dishes into the kitchen. The way Bradley pulled you in a little closer to him was almost comical; it wasn't like Jake of all people was going to hurt you.

"Just one little kick," Bradley insisted, and you reached out for Jake's hand. But as soon as he was touching you, the baby stopped her round of somersaults.

"I don't feel anything," Jake drawled, moving his hand slightly.

You shrugged and said, "She really seems to like Bradley's voice the most."

You watched your husband absolutely strut back into the dining room with a pie in each hand after that. And he was still grinning as he ate three slices. Even after your company left for the night with containers of leftovers, he looked smug. As soon as he got you snuggled up in bed, he propped his head on his elbow next to your belly and whispered, "You like Daddy's voice the most, huh?"

She seemed to respond by squirming a little bit, and you had to roll your eyes. "Of course she does. So do I."

He smiled up at you before kissing your belly and pulling your shirt down. "I'm going to try to finish the Nugget playset tomorrow, and then Saturday is my favorite day of the year."

"Our anniversary," you whispered with a yawn.

"The first of hopefully a hundred."

You were sound asleep before you could respond. Most of Friday was spent feeding Bradley little snacks while he worked in the yard and shopping online for nursery decor.

"Oh, this looks really cute," you said with a smile as you held up your phone. He came running over to see what you found, only to be annoyed by the U.S. Army themed baby bedding. "It was a joke!" you insisted before switching tabs to the one you actually liked. "This one is not a joke."

Bradley's face lit up as he looked at the pastel airplanes and soft blue and white clouds. "That's perfect," he whispered. "Just what our little girl needs."

"It's kind of expensive."

He just shook his head as he continued to look at your phone screen. "The Nugget wants it."

You were afraid that was going to become his new mantra. The baby had a full nursery worth of items purchased by the end of the day. But Saturday was a different story. When you woke up late and stretched, you realized you were in your bed alone. On your anniversary. Upon further inspection, you realized Bradley wasn't even home at all.

"What the fuck," you muttered to yourself as you stood in the kitchen. Your intention had been to make him stuffed French toast and coffee. You were even going to arrange some fruit in the shape of a heart on the plate, but now that he wasn't here, your idea just felt stupid. You got the fruit out anyway and dipped it in hot sauce for yourself instead, and after polishing off almost an entire carton of raspberries, you heard Tramp run for the front door.

Bradley rushed in wearing snug jeans and one of his tropical print shirts. His aviators were perched low on his nose, and he was holding a bouquet of yellow roses with a smile on his face. You were still wearing his ratty, old shirt, and you didn't even wash your face yet, but he took you gently in his arms and kissed you like you were the most incredible thing he'd ever seen.

"Happy anniversary, Baby Girl," he muttered against your lips. His body was warm from the sun, and he smelled fresh and delicious, and you melted into his arms.

"Where were you? I was going to make you breakfast. Well, lunch I guess at this point."

Bradley cupped your cheek gently in his hand and said, "I had to get a few things ready for this afternoon."

"Right," you said, perking up a bit. "You said we're going back to the scene of the crime."

"We sure are," he confirmed, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "And I just want everything to be perfect for my girls."

You moaned softly. It was actually impossible to be annoyed with him when he was so sincere with pink tinted cheeks and flowers in his hand. "I'll make you some French toast," you whispered, and of course you ended up arranging the fruit into a heart. And of course you sat on his lap while he devoured two servings of the meal you made for him.

"When are we going to the crime scene?" you asked as you brushed his hair back from his forehead.

He rubbed your belly and checked the time. "We can leave pretty soon. Go for a drive maybe? Then I'll surprise you with how romantic I am."

You kissed his nose and said, "I'm not even sure exactly what the scene of the crime is. That could be a lot of different places actually. Maybe the parking garage at the airport?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. "Or my old apartment?"

Bradley shook his head. "I don't think I could get Maria and Bob to stop fucking long enough for us to stop by there." You burst into laughter as he added, "But you'll find out shortly."

You let him keep his secrets as you finally got yourself ready to go out. You managed to squeeze into one of your sundresses, but you paired it with a zip up sweatshirt just in case it got chilly later on. When Bradley helped you into the blue Bronco and buckled you in, you asked, "Why does it smell so good in here?" The backseat and tailgate areas were covered with sheets and blankets so you couldn't even see anything, but it smelled sweet and flowery.

"Don't worry about that yet," he rasped with a satisfied little smile on his face. "Just let me show my wife how much I love her."

When he started the engine, he had already queued up the enormously long playlist of songs that reminded him of you, and you got to listen to him singing softly as he drove up the coast a little ways while the sun dipped lower in the sky. It was the perfect November day with a few clouds and warm air, and you held his hand while he started to head south again just as your stomach growled between songs.

"You're hungry," he remarked, and you started hoping he had something planned involving food. "I made dinner, and we'll be there soon."

"You made dinner?" you asked, panic lacing your voice. "What did you make? Is everything okay?"

Bradley started laughing as he turned left. "Okay, made is a strong word. It didn't involve actually cooking anything, I'm sorry to say. But I wanted it to be edible for you."

You sighed and eased back in your seat, and that's when you realized where you were and what he had planned. "Roo," you whispered as the parking lot came into view. There were some orange cones lined up at both entrances, and when he pulled up and hopped out to move them, you read the permit attached to one of them.

SPECIAL PRIVATE EVENT

CITY OF SAN DIEGO

NOVEMBER 28

Then he hopped back in, pulled into the narrow parking lot that overlooked the cliffs beach, and he backed into a parking spot. He looked at you as he shifted into park and said, "The scene of the crime, Baby Girl. You stole my fucking heart."

You loved him so much, it was hard to put into words. "I wonder how many times I've kissed you since then," you whispered as you crawled toward him. "Since the first one, right here in this parking spot."

"Millions, probably. Could use a few more though." He was grinning as he patted his lap, and you were there in an instant. "Happy anniversary."

His words were muffled by your lips, and even with your growing belly, you seemed to fit perfectly against him. Bradley's big hand ran up your thigh and underneath your little dress, fingers stroking your skin with reverence as he parted your lips with his and tasted your tongue.

"I love you, Bradley."

The loud growl of your stomach left him laughing even as his hand made its way up to the lace trim of your underwear. He patted you on the butt and popped his door open. "Let me feed you and the Nugget dinner."

You eased yourself down onto the pavement, and Bradley followed you. When he opened the back door and pulled the blanket off the seat, you found a picnic basket, a cooler and a bakery box. When he dropped the tailgate and helped you climb in so you were overlooking the ocean, he pulled a sheet away to reveal probably hundreds of colorful roses, but most of them were yellow.

Tears filled your eyes as he ran around and unpacked dinner which consisted of carrot sticks, hot sauce, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. "I made your sandwich to your exact preference," he promised, also procuring a bottle of non-alcoholic pink champagne from the cooler. "And this is even safe for the Nugget."

You tried not to cry as you sat amongst the sweet smelling flowers with your sandwich in your hand and music playing softly. Bradley hopped in as well, and you felt the Bronco dip slightly as he settled in next to you with his own sandwich. He kissed your cheek just as the sun hit the horizon. You turned so your lips met his briefly before you said, "I'm obsessed with you."

"I'm obsessed with both of you."

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The sun had set, and you were laying with your head in Bradley's lap, skimming the Nugget notebook which he'd brought along for a very specific reason. You read some of his musings out loud, often laughing at what he had written in there. He let his fingers drift along your belly while My Girl played from the front seat speakers, and he hummed along, occasionally pausing to feel his daughter kick.

Eventually his hand was under the fabric of your dress again, skimming along your embroidered Mrs. Bradshaw underwear, making you gasp softly before continuing up to your belly. You and he were alone in this parking lot where you got married, which was already pretty secluded on a regular day, but the permit ensured he could touch his wife like this to his heart's content.

The soft purple sky was pretty, but it had nothing on you as you looked up at him with wide eyes. "You wrote down some baby names," you sighed softly.

"I did." This was the reason he brought the notebook along. This was something he wanted to talk about when there were no other distractions except for him and you. "What do you think of them?" he asked, heart beating a little faster as he thought about his unborn child.

You read each of the girls' names softly out loud, and of course he still liked all of them, but when you got to his favorite, you read it and paused. "Rose." Bradley nodded, and you smiled, reaching to run your fingers along the plethora of soft petals that filled the back of the Bronco. "I think you like that one the most."

Bradley swallowed hard, holding his hand in place with his palm covering your belly button. "Rose Bradshaw. Yeah, that's my favorite one."

"I like it, too," you whispered, biting your lip with your eyes closed as you set the notebook aside.

"Yeah? You do?" he asked hopefully. "Because it makes me think about how we listened to the song together. Roses. Before you fell in love with me."

You started to sit up, and he helped you. "I remember. You played it for me on the piano," you told him with a smile. "That was the night at the Hard Deck when I scared the other girls away from you, because I was so jealous. I wanted you all to myself."

Bradley's heart felt lighter than air as he collected you in his arms. "I was already falling in love with you," he promised. "You just took a little more coaxing."

As your lips ghosted over his, you whispered, "Rose. Rosie. Yeah. I love it."

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Okay, so that's a throwback. I love little Easter eggs and throwbacks! The Nugget has a name! Thanks for reading! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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