#take breaks between your shower smut and drink water friends

[bellaxgiornata]

After that .2 second shower scene in the leaked Born Again trailer, I've noticed the fandom has gone feral. And I love that for us, I'm just here to remind y'all to drink your water between shower smut fics.

[runa-falls]

reciprocation

part 1 | part 3

pairing: best friend!steven grant x reader

cw: smut (18+), fwb relationship, PWP, face sitting, mutual-pining but their idiots so..., 69, cumming untouched, cum eating.

w/c: 3.4k of SMUT AHHH

a/n: ignore how this is suddenly typed with capital letters :0. THIS ONE IS FOR MY FAVORITE STEVEN ANON WITH THE 69 REQUEST FROM A MONTH AGO -- i'm sorry it took so long 🫠

also special shout out for @whatthefishh for reading over it like half-a-month ago 😭🙏🏻 i was going through a major writers block :^)

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“Are you sure about this?” You watch him warily from a few feet away, shifting from side to side.

Steven is laid back on the bed patiently waiting for you, hair fluffy and soft under him. You can tell he’s been thinking about this for a while now, eager to start. 

His voice is soft as he appraises the timid energy surrounding you, “I’m sure. I want it–you. I promise.” For once, Steven seems to be the least nervous between the two of you. You're not used to him being in charge or even initiating anything remotely affectionate, let alone sexual. “Do…you?”

You can already see the prominent outline of his erection pressing sweetly against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. No matter how loose and comfortable he dresses, he can never manage to hide his need for you. 

“I do, but I just… don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” You wring your hands together, still unsure if you should approach him. 

Steven looks at you with trusting eyes, “You won’t hurt me, darling.” His comforting words help you relax a little, almost making you forget what you agreed to, what you’re so apprehensive to attempt. He offers you a hand and you take it, letting him pull you closer and guide you onto his lap.

His voice lowers as desire drips from his lips, “Though, even if you did,” His dark eyes look up to meet yours, pure need bleeding through the gaze. You eagerly drink it in, body buzzing on top of him with flustered energy. “I think I’d be okay with it…” Your breath hitches.

You know it’s true. Steven has never shied away from pain; he even invites it in the heat of the moment. He likes to be under your control, letting you use his body to drive him crazy, even if it means teasing and denying him until he’s sobbing under you.

He loves seeing the possessive marks you leave when he wakes up in the morning, fingers ghosting over them as the night before replays in his mind, or feeling the residual sting of scratches down his torso when he takes a shower, letting the warm water draw out the sensations until he’s hard and aching for you again, and he has to seek you out, hoping you'll notice him.

You regularly get carried away, so desperate to have all of him, that you don’t even realize how intensely you devour his eagerness to please you. But Steven is more than happy to indulge your hungry advances.

He especially loves it when you soothe him after, lightly kissing each bruise and mark as you whisper sweet words, apologizing for how rough you got.

He takes it with a shy smile, basking in your affections and your gentle touch, sighing as he’s surrounded by your energy, by your undivided attention. 

Sometimes he likes to pretend like you're his, like you're doing this because you love him, not because you think you're being a good friend.

It's not hard for him to imagine it when he closes his eyes, especially when you're moaning around his cock or grabbing his neck to pull him into a desperate kiss.

But when it's all over, when he's pulling his jeans back on -- still thrumming with heat -- the spell breaks and you go back to being just friends.

Now, he's going to pleasure you. Make you feel the euphoria of his mouth, so you'll want him just as much as he wants you. This is his form of reciprocation for all the favors you've given him. And he hopes it will convince you that he'd be a good lover for you. That you could be more than just friends with him.

He lets out a hushed, “Please,” as he leans into you, enticing you to follow him and capture his lips hungrily.

Steven knows exactly what he’s doing when he uses that tone, that soft shade of himself that can bring you to your knees even when he’s falling apart harder and faster than you are. 

You moan against his pouty lips, feeling the softness, his gentle press, you pull him closer, eager to deepen the kiss. He lets you have control over him, merely following you as you slide your tongue against his, delicately tasting you, tenderly holding you by your waist.

Steven is always gentle with you, no matter how clouded his mind gets during these heated moments, no matter how lost in pleasure he gets or how desperately he needs you, he always handles you with delicate care.

You nip at his bottom lip, drinking in his soft mewl as you start to roll your hips against him. His grip on your waist tightens, holding you more insistently against him, letting you feel how desperately he needs you.

His lips are pink and plump when you pull away, parted ever so slightly as he stares between your bodies, working your body over him. His eyes are glazed as he cants his hips to chase the exquisite feeling of your soft center against him.

You tease him, lifting yourself just enough that he can’t grind himself against you. He whines when he can’t feel you anymore, gripping your waist with frustration.

“Love, please!”

You break the kiss and climb off of him, appreciating how ruined he looks from a few kisses and light grinding. He huffs out a breath in frustration, hands fisting with the need to touch you. To have you close.

You stand next to the bed, hair in disarray, fiddling with the hem of your large shirt to garner his attention. His bronze gaze soaks over you, flashing dark when it meets the short hem of your pajama bottoms.

“Your shorts, p-please, take them off.” It’s not a demand, Steven doesn’t make demands, it’s a request, a plea, one that you’ve heard time and time again, and have seldom refused. 

Your fingers find the waistband of your shorts and drag them down until they’re pulled the rest of the way off with the help of gravity. A breathy sigh can be heard under you when you step away from the pooled clothing, leaving you in an oversized t-shirt that barely brushes at the top of your thighs. 

It’s like he’s seeing you for the first time – he’s always like this.

His eyes sparkle as you shuffle closer to the bed. “Come’ere, darling.” He pats his chest, “Right here.” You timidly crawl over him, delicately straddling his chest, legs parted just above his ribs. Your knees pull in towards each other, trying to hide what your shirt can’t cover, but you don’t get far before warm fingers pry you apart. 

“Show me.” It’s a bare whisper, as light as his touch gliding over the outer sides of your legs.

You reluctantly let yourself relax on him, hands gripping his soft shirt, wrinkling the fabric. Heat prickles under your skin as he cranes his neck to look at you, lashes nearly brushing the tops of his cheeks with how lustfully heavy his eyelids are. He takes that moment to breathe you in, devouring every inch of what you’re offering. 

His touch disappears from your thighs, and you hear quiet ruffling behind you, then a broken groan under you. You look over your shoulder and spot his hand pressing desperately against his covered hardness. 

“S-Steven…” He doesn’t stop his actions when he meets your eyes, utterly shameless with his need for you. 

“Beautiful.” 

His breaths become heavy, and his chest moves deliciously under you, right against your hot center. You attempt to squeeze your legs together, hoping to abate the intensifying sensations, but you can’t, his chest keeps you spread, open, and quivering just for his eyes. 

Steven is barely touching you, but even the slightest hint of pleasure has you craving him.

You can’t help but close your eyes as you subtly shift over him, drinking in his soft grunts as he continues to touch himself under you. It makes you throb with heat. 

Steven watches you suck your lip into your mouth to hold in wanton moans as you experimentally slide against his firm chest, hands pressing into him to support your movements.

Your initial timidness crumbles as you roll your hips over him again and your head tilts back as you begin to lose yourself in the way your clit presses so perfectly against him.

Steven’s gentle voice cuts through the carnal fog infesting your brain and pulls you back to reality. “Sit up higher for me.” His hands are back on you, urging you to scoot up. “Let me taste you – L-let me fuck you with my tongue.” You press your dripping center to his shirt-covered torso with a soft moan, feeling the small spot right in between his ribs where you’ve soaked through. “Please, baby?”

You nod wordlessly, letting him guide your body until you’re hovering over his face. Your body shivers as you feel his warm breath brush against your center. 

It’s a bit daunting looking at Steven from here. His face is nestled right in between your thighs – which is not an unusual sight – but this time you are on top. You can barely see his eyes since your shirt is so big it practically drapes over half of his face. What if you suffocate him or break his neck?

“Maybe… we should rethi-” A gasp falls from your lips as strong arms pull you down to his face. “Steven!-” Without hesitation, wet heat laps at the seam of your cunt, greedily dragging over any slick that threatens to drip down your inner thigh. 

Your words are effectively stuck in your throat as Steven begins to eagerly nip and suck at your softness, drawing out deep whines instead of coherent sentences. You can only hold on to the headboard to support yourself, holding back your urge to grind against his supple lips. 

You moan as Steven tentatively nudges against your entrance, laving his tongue over the sensitive opening just to tease you. When he finally pushes into you, you have to hold yourself back from grinding against him like you’re riding his cock. He licks and thrusts his tongue into you, humming at your taste as you drip over his lips, down his chin. 

Your hips uncontrollably buck against him as his tongue flicks at your clit. A hand drops into his hair, tugging frantically at the ends before pushing him further against you, begging – no, demanding for more. He gets the memo and focuses on your most sensitive bud, delicately suckling it until your thighs are trembling by his ears. 

A ball of heat quickly blooms in your lower stomach and flushes under your skin. Familiar sparks of energy thrum up your spine, enticing you to clench around nothingness with promises of unspoken bliss and ecstasy. 

Calloused fingers lift you away from the molten heat of his mouth just as you were reaching your climax. You’re gasping for a breath as Steven holds you back from toppling off the edge. 

You can feel it, his breath, barely ghosting a sigh over your center, and somehow, even that slightest brush of air has you pulsing helplessly over him. He’s breathing as hard as you are, mouth glossy and plump as he stares back up at you, face flushed, and eyes glazed. 

Utterly pussy-drunk. 

Your grip on the headboard tightens intensely and your eyes roll shut. You can’t stop it. 

A stilted cry rips from your throat as your orgasm suddenly rushes over you in full force, crashing over you like a wave. Steven can only watch, lips parted in awe, as you shatter completely untouched right above him.

His fingers grip harsh bruises into the skin of your thighs as he feels himself throb dangerously close to his own euphoric end. You moan harder at the tender marks he paints on your trembling legs. The sharp feeling travels up your legs and straight to your center.

His hands rub your thighs comfortingly, apologetically, before he starts to drag his tongue over your messy center with a hum, doting on you with kitten licks that make you shiver. 

He cleans you up slowly and methodically, making sure to avoid your most sensitive area. Your body still thrums from your unexpected and intense orgasm, and his soft licks quickly become too much, even with how light and sweet he is being. 

You lift yourself away from his tongue, “S-steven…no more. It’s too much!” 

“You can do it again, darling…” He coos, trying to pull you back down onto his mouth. “Just one more. For me, please?” 

You're head is fuzzy as you steady yourself on top of him, gripping the headboard tightly to ground yourself from the lingering sparks of mind-numbing pleasure.

Steven groans as he watches you struggle to get a grip.

“C-can’t. It’s too much…” You get off of his face and sit next to him on the bed, squeezing your legs together to suppress the bout of overstimulation that almost overtook your senses.

You look down at him when one of his hands wraps around your thigh and squeezes, a simple act indulgence that drives you crazy. Your lips part as you take in the view. 

Puffy lips and glassy eyes, blown out with lust, meet your stare, begging you to climb back on, but you're still shaking where you sit. He's drenched in your slick from his chin to his neck and the collar of his shirt is soaked through, sticking sweetly to his chest.

Your eyes drift down to his sweatpants, to the prominent bulge that throbs under your gaze. He palms himself, whining lightly at the feeling of his neediness and desperation. He's so hard, begging for your touch without even saying a word.

“Okay, now it's your turn.”

His shakes his head, “No, I want more.”

“Steven…”

“Please, I want to taste more of you."

"But--" Your eyes dip down to his covered erection that you've been neglecting all night.

"Just...come back, we can do it at the same time if you want.” 

Your face heats at the implication. You don’t know why you’re so coy, you just came right above his fact. You've just never seen Steven like this: so insistent and hungry.

“S-sure, ok.”

You whimper when he eagerly tugs you closer, urging you to straddle his face again. Careful to not knock your knee into his cheek, you swing your leg back over his body, but this time you situate yourself so you can take care of him at the same time.

He immediately dives back in, tongue thrusting into your sensitive channel before you're even settled on top of him. You falter and almost collapse over him, hand grasping at the bottom of his shirt for support.

"Steven! Gentle, please!" You groan out, eyes already threatening to roll back as he continues to drink you in. He hums in response, but doesn't actually let up, if anything, he becomes more insatiable, suckling every stimulus point until you're shaking above him.

You struggle against your pleasure to pull his sweats down, freeing his cock from the restraining fabric. Your mouth waters as his tip weeps for you, spilling silky precum with every breath he takes.

You've always loved Steven's cock. How responsive it is when your breath ghosts over it and how it desperately throbs for you as you swallow around him. How perfectly it fits in your mouth and how deep it can fuck your throat when he allows himself to let go.

Sucking his cock was the furthest you allowed yourself to go. You convinced yourself that these one-sided interactions would keep you from revealing your feelings, that you could deal with the friends-with-benefits bit if you didn't have an actual 'relationship'.

So you deemed actual sex as too intimate and barred letting him touch you (you just weren't sure you could handle it).

But then one thing led to another...

You failed to reject his soft kisses and couldn't resist marking him up like he's yours. And now here you are barely able to handle it as he fucks you with his tongue, hands gripping marks into your thighs as his nose nudges against your wet center.

You don't know if you could go back to just being friends when he's given you unfathomable pleasure. When he talked to you like this. Looked at you like this.

You're a mess and you're struggling to hold on to your original plan.

You try to block these thoughts from your mind as your hand wraps around his cock, squeezing it gently just to get a reaction out of him. He groans against your cunt, movements stuttered as your touch distracts him away from his task.

You unconsciously sit up on your knees and lift your hips off of his mouth to get closer to his cock. Steven barely notices, too focused on holding his orgasm off as you diligently taste him, one lick at a time.

You drag your tongue up his shaft, licking the precum that slowly cascades over his silken skin. You feel his body quake as you lave and kitten lick against his tip, gently coaxing shortened breaths and whimpers with every touch.

You dip down to engulf him into your hot mouth, enjoying the slick feeling of his cock gliding easily against your tongue and the top of your mouth.

His hands frantically latch onto your upper thighs, unintentionally pulling you back onto his mouth as he squeezes at the softness, desperately attempting to control himself.

He has to actively keep his hips from snapping against your face, you just feel so sublime, so soft and hot.

Steven cries against your cunt when he reaches the back of your throat. He can't help it when he feels you struggle to swallow around him, so tight, wet, and hot. He's just so sensitive -- especially when it comes to you.

You keep laving your tongue against the underside of his cock as you suck him in, ignoring the your jaw begins to ache as you open wide for him.

"Uhh!" His stomach tenses under you and he twitches against your tongue.

He can't be cumming already...right?

Fingers grip into your hair and you're suddenly pushed down, forced to take him down your throat. You choke slightly, eyes watering, before letting yourself relax against him.

He's lost in pleasure, grinding and thrusting his cock into your mouth like it's your cunt, shoving it deeper than you're usually comfortable with and you let him.

Steven spurts warmth at the back of your throat. You try your best to swallow it down before it dribbles from your mouth and makes a mess. He whimpers as he fully lets go, thighs tense and trembling under your touch.

He's still cumming when he tugs you back onto his mouth, feverishly lapping through your center before taking your clit between his lips. You orgasm explosively as he avidly sucks you in, already half-way there from the mere feeling of him spilling in your mouth.

Even after he has emptied himself, he continues to gently fuck your face, not yet ready to leave your warmth. His hips stutter and his breaths become uneven but he ignores the overstimulation, too attached to this closeness, to this illusion of mutual affection.

He also continues to lick you clean, despite your whines of discomfort. He lovingly places gentle kisses against your inner thigh, wishing he could stay in this position forever.

He huffs out disappointedly when you climb off of him, even tries to lock his arms around your legs to keep you there, but you were adamant to get away from his insatiable mouth.

"One more?"

You gape at him, "Steven, we already did 'one more'." You shiver, suddenly cold without his body against yours. "What has gotten into you? I've never seen you so...horny before."

He looks at you sheepishly, "I dunno. I guess, once I got a taste I wanted more." He sits up, hand wiping your slick off his face. "How 'bout later?"

"You're already thinking about later?"

He nods, "I'm always thinking about you."

Your heart thumps painfully in your chest as blood heats your face. You try to ignore it. Try not to look directly at him. Try to pretend like he didn't just say that because he probably doesn't even understand the impact that his words have on you.

He's always thinking about your favors. That's it.

"Later, then."

[cinnabunwanda]

We shouldn't be doing this ･ ｡ﾟNatasha Ramnoff

content warning — Smut, Shower Sex, Degration Kink, Mommy Kink, Angst

pairing — Fem Reader X Natasha Romanoff

summary — Steve, an avenger, faces tension with his girlfriend Natasha at a shindig. Wanda suggests they make a great couple, but the protagonist refuses. Natasha admires their friendship, asks to fuck him, and makes him feel vulnerable.

word count — 6.0k

Life as an avenger was a constant rollercoaster of danger and responsibility. One day, we could be on the hunt for an Alien threatening to destroy the world, and the next we could be in a high-level meeting discussing how to utilize our powers and resources for the good of humanity.

But even superheroes needed a break, and when we did get some time off, the team liked to spend it together. Tonight was one of those rare occasions.

"What's on the agenda tonight?" I asked Tony, always the mastermind behind our group outings.

"Well, my dear comrades, I have decided to throw a little shindig for us. Drinks, dancing, games...the whole nine yards," he grinned mischievously at all of us.

"The crew? Are you twelve years old?" Bucky teased him.

"Hey now, don't be boosting his ego too much. He's ancient," Sam chimed in with a sly smile.

"Says the man born in the 20s," Tony retorted playfully.

"Well, if Nat's going then count me in," I declared, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Actually, Nat won't be joining us tonight. We have a date," Steve announced proudly, looking at his girlfriend with adoration in his eyes.

Natasha looked back at him with confusion written all over her face. Clearly, she had no idea about this so-called date Steve had planned.

Tony shot me a look that said "uh-oh, trouble." I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his expression, but when everyone turned to look at me, I quickly diverted my attention to my water bottle.

"Nat is a grown woman capable of making her own decisions," I spoke up honestly after disposing of my empty bottle.

I was sick and tired of Steve treating Natasha like he owned her. She was my best friend and under no one's spell. I couldn't understand what she saw in him, especially since they were always bickering, but I admired her for standing up to him. His mind was still stuck in the 20s.

"Stay out of my relationship," Steve snapped at me, his tone harsh and accusatory.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Natasha slammed her hands on the table, her voice filled with frustration.

"What did you just say?" Steve's anger was evident in his eyes.

"You heard me. Don't. Talk. To. Her. Like. That," Natasha spat back at him.

And so it began, another argument between the two of them. Tony, Bucky, and Sam quickly made their escape, and I attempted to do the same, but Natasha called out my name, causing me to pause and turn back towards them.

"Why do you always drag her into our problems? Leave her out of this," Steve shouted at Natasha.

"I'll involve whoever I want to. You don't own me, Steve. I'm sick of this bullshit," Natasha shot back fiercely.

I wanted nothing more than to leave and take a nice hot shower to escape the tension in the room. I speed-walked down the hallway but bumped into Wanda along the way. She smiled sympathetically at me before glancing down the hallway where we could still hear Nat and Steve going at it.

"They're fighting again? What happened now?" Wanda asked in disbelief.

"I know, can you believe it's already the fourth time today? Tony was planning a team get-together and Nat said she would go, but then Steve said she couldn't, and well...you can hear how that turned out," I explained, nodding my head towards the source of the commotion down the hall.

Wanda sighed and shook her head in exasperation before turning back to face me.

"You and Nat would make a great couple, you know," she shrugged nonchalantly.

"Excuse me? Me and Nat? No way. She's Nat, and besides, she's my best friend," I laughed off the suggestion.

"Y/n, your thoughts are too loud to hide from me. Just something to think about," Wanda said with a knowing smile before walking away.

As I continued on my way to the shower, I couldn't help but wonder if Wanda was right. Maybe there was more to my feelings for Natasha than just friendship. But for now, all I wanted was a peaceful evening without any drama or arguments.

As I walked away from her, a thin smile graced my lips in response to her comment about my secrets. With each step, the sound of my feet hitting the ground echoed through the hallway. Suddenly, I heard her voice ring out behind me.

"I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYONE, DON'T WORRY!" she shouted after me.

Ignoring her, I sent her a defiant middle finger and continued on my way to my room. Once inside, I quickly gathered all of my shower essentials and headed into the bathroom. Stripping off my clothes and tossing them carelessly into a corner, I was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of someone barging into my room.

"Ugh, this better be important. I'm about to take a shower," I called out irritably.

To my surprise, it was Natasha standing in front of me with a weight seemingly lifted off her shoulders. Concerned, I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped out into my room to face her.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked gently.

Without hesitation, she scanned me up and down with clear admiration in her eyes. Our friendship had always been like this - playful flirtation and pretending to be each other's girlfriends to ward off unwanted advances from guys.

"Eyes up here, Romanoff," I warned as her gaze lingered on my chest.

"Kiss me," she stated bluntly.

I hesitated for a moment, knowing that she had a boyfriend and not wanting to complicate things between us.

"Nat...as much as I would love for you to...you know...fuck me...you have a boyfriend and I don't want to-"

"Y/n, listen. Steve and I aren't together anymore. So please just let me fuck you until you can't walk," she said earnestly, looking directly into my eyes.

I couldn't help but feel conflicted as she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. They were just as soft and inviting as I remembered, and I couldn't resist kissing her back. Lost in the moment, we stumbled towards the bathroom, our hands desperately tugging at each other's clothes.

Once inside, Natasha pulled away from me with a mischievous smirk on her face.

"Let's get rid of these," she said playfully, gesturing to my towel.

"I like them where they are," I teased back, unable to take my eyes off of her.

"Baby, I thought you wanted me to fuck you," she pouted, running her fingers along my jawline.

"I do," I whined, feeling more turned on by the second.

"Well then, let's remove this obstacle," she whispered seductively before nibbling on my ear as she tugged on my towel.

"Mmmh, I think you're right, Natty," I replied breathlessly.

In one swift motion, she pulled down my towel so that I was standing fully naked in front of her. Her eyes roamed over my body with hunger and desire, making me feel small and vulnerable under her intense gaze.

"You are going to be so much fun," she murmured, tracing her finger lightly over my chest before pushing me into the shower.

As the warm water cascaded over my body, I couldn't help but let out a slight moan. Natasha stepped in behind me and pressed her body against mine, her lips crashing onto mine once again. As our tongues tangled and hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, I couldn't believe what was happening. And as she pinned me against the wall of the shower and continued to ravish me with kisses and touches, I knew that this would be a night to remember.

The hot steamy shower added so much passion into our little hookup. It made everything way more hotter than normal. The way Natasha's red hair looked as the water trickled down her body was a sight I will never forget.

She placed her hands on my thighs and tapped on them. She picked me up and I wrapped myself around her waist. I began to try and grind myself to try get some sort of friction which worked for a minute as I grinded myself on her abs but when she realised what I was doing she stopped me

"Such a desperate little whore aren't you? Look at you so pathetic trying to get yourself off by using my abs" she degraded me

I could feel myself get wet at her choice of words. I was dumbfounded and my moth couldn't even form words.

"You like that? You like it when I call you a whore baby?" She smiled evilly at me

There definitely was a pool between my legs at this point. She kept staring into my eyes when she spoke to me which made it harder to keep eye contact when she was saying these hypnotising things

"Answer me slut" she snarled

"Ye-yes mommy I do" I replied with a smirk once I pulled myself together

She wore her famous smirk on her face as she stared into my eyes. "Mommy? God I love that" she smirked

She began to attack my body with kisses. Sucking,biting and leaving marks all along my neck,chest shoulders you name it she marked it. She slammed us against the wall and I slowly got off her waist moaning quietly at her marking my body

She placed her knee between my thighs so my pussy was resting on her knee. She pushed it up hard causing me to moan loudly and my moan echoed around the room I quickly covered my mouth but Nat grabbed my wrist and removed my hand from my mouth

"I want to hear those pretty moans, go on scream shout let everyone know that Starks golden child is being fucked by the black widow" she said with lust in her eyes and voice

She gripped both of her hands on my waist and began to harshly push my hips into her knee. The pleasure shot through my body sending shivers down my spine.

"GOD NAT" I moaned loudly

She smirked wildly at me and began to slow down. Which was horrible I needed a release the knot that once was in my stomach had disappeared. My head was resting on Natasha's shoulder.

"Ple-please Nat I NEED you" i panted

"What, you have me what more could you want" she slowed down even more

"Mommy please your killing me" I breathed out

"Such a little slut aren't we? Be a good girl and beg for it" she instructed me

"Please please mommy let me finish all over your knee, I will be a good girl-please mommy" I begged

"Go on get yourself off I want to watch you" she smirked at me

She let go of my hips and I began to grind myself down onto her knee. It felt so good, moans began to fall out of my mouth. I picked up the paste and I could feel my tits bouncing as I moved up and down on her. I had my eyes shut and I threw my head back in pleasure when she flexed her leg.

I opened my eyes and seen Natasha was fingering herself. God it was hot. I shoved 3 of my fingers in her and she moaned

"YES Y/N RIGHT THERE" I picked up the pace

I could feel the knot in my stomach again. I was so close. I could tell Natasha was too by the way she was pulsing on my fingers.

"I'm so close mommy" I moaned

Natasha's moans echoed through the bathroom as I thrust a fourth finger inside of her without warning. Her legs flexed and she threw her head back, lost in pleasure. I quickened my pace, my body on the verge of climaxing.

"PLEASE NAT, I CAN'T HOLD IT!" I cried out, overcome with desire. "Cum on me," she moaned in response.

The sound of our passionate encounter filled the small bathroom, but in that moment, we didn't care who could hear us. My fingers continued to move inside of Natasha as she reached her peak, her release coating my hand.

We collapsed against each other, panting and exhausted. I rested my head against her neck and she nestled hers into mine, peppering light kisses along my skin.

"Holy- fuck," she panted between breaths. "That was...the best shower of my life."

I breathed out a laugh and nodded in agreement. But just as we were starting to relax and catch our breath, Natasha reminded me that we had plans for the evening.

"We should get ready for tonight. That is, if you're still going..." I told her hesitantly.

"Y/n, if you're going, I am going," she said with a smile.

I bit my lip nervously and flashed a shy smile in return. We exited the shower and wrapped towels around our bodies before parting ways to get dressed. As I put on my favorite red dress, revealing just enough cleavage to make it daring yet elegant, Wanda burst into my room with excitement.

"Oh my God!" she squealed. "Natasha and Steve broke up!"

My acting skills came into play as I pretended to be shocked and happy by this news. Wanda bought it completely.

"No way! Really? You're not joking with me?" I exclaimed.

"I wouldn't do that to you!" She laughed. "How did you find out?"

"I overheard Steve telling Bucky," she informed me.

"I thought Natasha and I were the spies here, not you witchy," I teased her.

"That's not the only thing you and Natasha are," she smirked.

"What are we, Wanda?" I turned to face her.

"Each other's future wives," she smirked again.

I rolled my eyes playfully while trying to hide my blush. But Wanda was right, there was definitely something special between Natasha and me.

"You look beautiful, by the way. Is that for Vision?" I joked with a wink.

"Shut up, I can dress up for myself, you know!" Wanda shook her head in mock annoyance.

"Mmhm, yeah, but that dress is new and I know you wouldn't wear it unless you were planning to impress him," I teased as we linked arms and made our way down the hallway.

"Well, I could say the same. We both know a certain spy's favorite color is red," Wanda joked back as we walked.

"But how do you know I'm not trying to impress you? Your favorite color is red too," I responded with a sly smile.

"Well, if that's the case..." she smiled mischievously and we both burst out laughing.

As we entered the main room, still giggling about our love lives, we noticed that it was practically empty except for Tony, Maria, Steve, Vision, and Natasha.

"Well, isn't this quite the party," Wanda quipped at Tony as we approached the small group.

My laughter echoed through the spacious room as I stood with Wanda, trying to decide who to talk to first. There were so many people to choose from in this tower, and we were all gathered here for some unknown reason. "You two give it up," Tony commented, rolling his eyes. "People are coming, unlike you two. Some of us have lives outside of this tower." Maria smirked at me, her gaze lingering on my face. "Well, Y/n certainly does," she said suggestively. "What are you on about, Ms. Hill?" Vision asked curiously. "From the looks of it, Y/n has had some fun recently," Maria grinned, gesturing towards my neck.

Suddenly, everyone's attention turned to me. What was Maria talking about? Wanda slapped my arm playfully. "Miss Y/L/N! What is that on your neck?" she gasped. "It appears to be a hickey, I believe," Vision stated loudly. "WHO HAS A HICKEY?!" Sam's voice boomed as he and the rest of the group descended down the stairs. "Y/N!" Maria exclaimed, causing everyone to focus their attention on me.

I blushed furiously as they began to bombard me with questions. "When did this happen?" Bucky smirked mischievously. "Doesn't matter, it's none of anyone's business," I replied coolly as I sat down on the couch and grabbed a beer from the cooler.

"Okay, so it had to be recently, like in the last 2-3 days," Carol calculated, her eyes scanning my appearance. Tony looked disgusted while Bruce seemed uncomfortable and kept shifting in his seat.

"But Y/n doesn't leave the compound," Wanda announced defensively. "I do too!" I defended myself, feeling slightly hurt by their disbelief.

"I mean, she clearly does," Rhodes pointed at my neck accusingly. "Can we stop talking about this?" I asked, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Yeah, please, can we?" Tony pleaded, looking like he was about to have a heart attack. "But-" Vision started to say.

"Yes, Vis?" Wanda interrupted him. "If Y/n went out and had intercourse with another person...well, that's impossible," Vision stated matter-of-factly.

"How is it impossible?" I asked, confused by his statement. "You haven't left the compound in 4 days apart from that mission, and unless you slept with someone from Hydra 4 days ago, plus the fact that those hickeys look somewhat fresh...it's impossible that you had intercourse elsewhere...plus-" Vision was suddenly cut off by a loud outburst from Tony.

"STOP! STOP! THAT'S ENOUGH!" Tony yelled, causing everyone to turn their attention towards him. I could see the shock on Rhodey's face as he exclaimed, "Stark, seriously?! She's half your age!"

My eyes went wide as I realized what they were all hinting at. "Ewww, no! No, we didn't," Tony defended himself quickly.

"Stop it now, please," I begged as I placed my hands over my face in embarrassment.

Tony stood up abruptly and walked over to the bar, while Natasha sat smirking and sipping her beer. Bruce also seemed preoccupied with Nat, which wasn't unusual since they were close friends. "Wait, so Y/n brought someone to her room and slept with them?" Carol looked around at the group.

"It isn't anyone here," I said quickly, trying to deflect the attention away from myself.

"I'm going to join Tony at the bar," Bruce announced suddenly, trying to make a quick escape. But Carol and Maria stopped him. "You know something, Brucey. What is it?" Maria interrogated him.

"Leave the poor guy alone," Nat defended him, giving Bruce a reassuring glance.

"Come on, aren't you dying to find out who she slept with?" Carol asked Nat eagerly.

"Of course I am, but we all know Mr. Anger over here gets uncomfortable easily," Nat teased back, causing Maria and Wanda to laugh.

"Oh, Witchy Witchy," Maria smirked at Wanda, who responded with an equally mischievous grin as she slowly walked over to Bruce.

I could see the worry in Bruce's eyes as he sent a quick glance my way. Fuck, he must have overheard something. I gave him a questioning look, hoping he knew something that could explain this situation. He looked away, his expression filled with concern. Damn, he definitely heard something.

With a sudden burst of energy, Sam practically leapt 6 feet in the air, exclaiming, "HE KNOWS WHO IT IS!"

"NO- GUYS I DONT," he quickly defended himself as everyone turned to look at him.

"DO IT NOW WANDA," Bucky smirked at her, urging her to reveal the identity.

I glanced at Nat and Bucky, who were sitting closely beside each other. Dread filled me as I realized that soon everyone would know.

"Guys, who actually cares who she slept with?" Steve groaned, clearly annoyed by the situation.

"Everyone apparently," Nat shot back, glaring at him. "Well Tony doesn't, nor do I," he began to walk away.

"Well you would care," Bruce murmured quietly under his breath.

"What was that Brucey?" Wanda smirked playfully. "Hmmmmm?" He acted dumb, but we all knew what he had said.

"Let him go guys please, this is embarrassing for me. It's my life, not yours," I pleaded with them, trying to diffuse the tension.

But my efforts were in vain as Wanda's smirk grew wider and red wisps of energy emanated from her hands. She was reading Bruce's mind. Suddenly, she gasped and Bruce quickly ran to Tony, apologizing frantically.

"I'M SO SORRY Y/N!" he shouted over his shoulder as he rushed away.

"OH MY GOD," Wanda smirked at me, her eyes glinting mischievously. "WHO IS IT?"

"WITCHY TELL US!" Maria exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.

Wanda paused for a moment before announcing with a sly smile, "It's someone in this room."

The group erupted into a frenzy of questions, desperate to uncover the truth. Maria gasped in shock while Carol couldn't hide her curiosity.

"Okay, who was getting it on with Y/n?" Sam's wide smirk displayed his eagerness to know.

"It could be a girl," Natasha pretended it wasn't her and shrugged nonchalantly.

"That's funny," Steve commented, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.

"So what if it is a girl, Steve? It's my body, not yours," I deflected his judgmental comment.

"Well, it's wrong," he argued back, causing me to roll my eyes in frustration.

"Wanda..." Maria turned to her, hoping she would reveal more information.

I gave Wanda a pleading look, but she shook her head at me. Little witch.

"I'll give you all a hint: their favorite color is red," Wanda began, enjoying the power she held over everyone's thoughts.

"Okay, so that rules out Sam and Nat. Plus, we already established that it isn't Tony or Natasha," Maria listed off potential suspects in the room.

Vision looked relieved at being cleared as a suspect, and I couldn't help but find it cute in that moment. But then reality hit once again.

"Okay, to cut ties. Sam had no clue, so that's him out," Clint suggested logically. "And let's be real, we all know he wouldn't be able to pull Y/n anyway."

Sam was highly offended by this insinuation and tried to argue his case, but I quickly shut him down. Natasha smirked at me for turning him down while the rest of the group joined in on teasing him.

"Well then that leaves two possibilities: Bucky's exes Nat and Steve," Bucky stated matter-of-factly. My heart sank at the thought of either of them being involved.

Steve was busy chatting with Tony and Bruce at the bar, completely unaware of the conversation happening right next to them.

"Well, it has to be one of them. Maybe they used Y/n as a rebound since they just broke up," Carol suggested, causing me to feel even more upset.

"I'm not some lousy one night stand," I interjected, feeling hurt by the words being thrown around.

"Are we correct that it is one of them, Wanda?" Vision asked politely, trying to move the conversation along.

"Yes, you are," she confirmed with a mischievous smirk.

"Well, I could be right then," Carol shrugged her shoulders confidently.

"You really think that?" I asked sadly.

"Well, I mean, it is strange that they broke up and whoever it is ran to you. Maybe they did it as a way to get back at Steve for something," Carol said without thinking.

I sat there in shock as Maria slapped her on the arm for her insensitivity.

"My money is on Steve. He's always had a thing against Y/n and it would make sense if it was an enemies-to-lovers situation," Sam boomed confidently.

"Nah, I think it has to be Nat. If we're going off of what Carol said, she would want to get under Steve's skin by sleeping with his best friend who he dislikes," Thor chimed in with his own theory.

Everyone began agreeing with Thor and even I couldn't help but consider their theories. After all, Nat and Steve were always on-again-off-again. But the thought of either one of them using me as a pawn in their love triangle made my stomach churn.

As I looked at her, my heart ached and tears began to fill my eyes. She was about to say something before she was stopped by Tony's outburst.

"STOP IT! Can't you all see what this is doing to her? Look at her, she is on the verge of tears. You are all making her feel like a piece of shit, like some cheap hooker," Tony defended me passionately.

I looked up and saw Bruce standing next to him, offering his support. Tony protectively placed his hands on my shoulders while Bruce sat beside me, gently placing his hand on my knee in an attempt to comfort me.

"You should all be ashamed of yourselves. We have all gone to Y/n with our secrets at one point or another, and she has never said a word. Is this how you want to repay her? By speaking about her personal life with such lack of empathy?" Bruce's tone was harsh as he scolded the group.

A tear streamed down my face, which I quickly wiped away as everyone's eyes turned to me. I could feel their gaze, but some were shamefully looking at the ground. Without warning, I felt someone wrap their arms around me from behind - it was Natasha.

"Well, I'm telling you now it wasn't me," Wanda spoke up with a smile.

I wrapped my arms around her, taking in her comforting scent. She truly gave the best hugs. As I cried softly into her shoulder, all the hurtful thoughts and accusations that had been swirling in my mind disappeared.

"It's okay, you're okay," she whispered softly to me.

But suddenly, everything came flooding back as I remembered what they had done. "No, please get off of me," I pushed Wanda away and stood up.

Feeling disgusted and betrayed, I walked away from the group. Carol was right; Natasha had used me to get under Steve's skin, and he watched me leave with a smug grin on his face - I could see it from a mile away.

From Natasha's point of view, Y/n had just stormed out of the main hall. As she looked at the rest of the group, they all wore expressions of guilt. Anger rose up in Natasha like never before.

"Baby, did you do this to make me jealous?" Steve approached her.

"Don't fucking call me that," Natasha snapped at him.

"In fact, I don't want any of you to even call me your friend anymore. None of you are my friends after what you did tonight. The only people who I consider friends are Tony and Bruce. The rest of you are just horrible colleagues that I have to put up with," she yelled at them.

"Nat, we're sorry. We didn't think she would..." Wanda started to apologize, but Natasha cut her off.

"Out of all the people, you were the last person I expected to do this to her - to us," Natasha said, disappointment evident in her voice.

"Actually, no, scratch that. I didn't think any of you would be so cruel. But here we are. So since you all are dying to know - YES, I slept with Y/n. And NO, Carol, it wasn't to get back at Steve. It was because I genuinely love her with every piece of my body, and I would die for her. It was the best experience I've ever had because I was with someone who truly cares not only for me but for everyone around her. Y/n would go to hell and back for any one of you. So fuck you all," Natasha stormed out.

She went to her room and slammed the door shut behind her. Frantically changing into her comfortable pajamas, she grabbed Y/n's favorite hoodie which always goes missing when she's away on missions. Determined to fight for her and prove her love, Natasha left her room and went down to find Y/n's room. She had to show her girl that she was willing to go to great lengths for their love.

Your POV

The weight of disappointment and hurt settled heavily on my chest. With a heavy heart, I trudged to my room, eager to shed the facade of happiness that I had worn all day. Taking comfort in soft, loose clothes, I wiped away the thick layer of makeup and let myself succumb to tears.

As I lay in bed, memories of Natasha and the events of the day flooded my mind. How could I have been so naive? Of course she slept with me as a way to get back at Steve. The realization stung like a fresh wound.

But amidst the pain and betrayal, one moment stood out - our encounter in the shower. For a brief moment, she had smiled at me with genuine affection before kissing me again. Was it all just a ploy to manipulate me?

My thoughts spiraled into self-doubt and anger towards my friends, especially Wanda for exposing my vulnerability and feelings for Natasha.

"Why did I trust her?" I cried to myself.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts, but I ignored it. Using my powers to lock the door, I refused to let anyone in unless it was Bruce or Tony. But they persisted and eventually picked the lock.

Ready to defend myself with my magic, I sat up on the bed as they entered. To my surprise, it was Natasha who walked in with a gentle expression on her face.

"Did you not hear me? Last time I checked, you're not Tony or Bruce," I sniffled, trying to regain composure.

"I may not have a clean record like them, but I promise you, I'm not here to hurt you," she spoke softly as she approached me.

"Nat, please just go away," I pleaded.

"You'll have to make me if you want that to happen," she challenged with determination in her eyes.

I braced myself, ready to use my powers against her despite my reluctance to do so. But her words and gaze softened me, and I slowly dissipated the energy ball in my hands.

"That's it, Natasha. It's just me," she whispered, sitting at the end of my bed with a familiar hoodie in her hand - my favorite one.

But even the comfort of my cherished item couldn't ease the disgust I felt towards myself. "Giving me this hoodie won't change how I feel about what happened," I told her bitterly.

Her face fell at my harsh words, and for a moment, I regretted lashing out. But I pushed away any guilt and continued, "Why wouldn't I be disgusted? You slept with me to spite Steve, and now everyone sees me as a cheap whore you use when you need a boost."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she asked softly, "Is that how little you think of me?"

I paused, realizing I had let my hurt and anger cloud my judgment. "You're not denying it, so yes, I did think that lowly of you – no, wait, that's not true." My voice cracked with emotion. "I don't want to believe that about you."

"Y/n, listen to me. I didn't sleep with you to get back at Steve. I don't care about his opinion. But I care about yours," she pleaded with sincerity etched on her features.

She gazed into my eyes, her expression filled with sincerity and love. "You're not some cheap hooker or a whore, Y/n. I slept with you because I have real feelings for you. I couldn't resist acting on them the first chance I got," she confessed to me.

I felt a lump form in my throat as her words touched my heart. I was about to respond when she silenced me with a gentle kiss. My body responded instantly, melting into her touch. She pulled away after a few seconds, leaving tears in my eyes.

"Why the tears?" she asked, cupping my face in her hands.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier, Nat. It wasn't fair of me to judge you like that," I apologized, my voice trembling with emotion.

"Don't worry about that. I'm okay. Let's talk about it and I'll help you through it, if you want me to," she reassured me, rubbing my cheek tenderly.

I couldn't shake off the looks of judgement from everyone at the party. They made me feel dirty and ashamed. I know some of it may have been in my head, but Carol's words really got to me and made sense. I had been suppressing my feelings for Nat for so long, thinking they were wrong and that no one would accept us. But then we shared that moment in the shower and it felt right, until Carol's words brought all my doubts rushing back.

"Fuck it. I'm so in love with you," I blurted out, tears streaming down my face now.

Nat looked at me with so much love in her eyes that it made my heart swell with emotion. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and buried my head in her shoulder while she drew soothing patterns on my back.

"Thank you for listening to me," I mumbled against her.

"Hey, it's what I'm here for," she replied sweetly.

We pulled away and I took the jumper from her lap and put it on. She chuckled at me and I pulled her into my bed, pulling the covers over us. We both decided to keep our relationship private, but not a secret.

"You looked breathtaking tonight," Nat complimented me, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Thank you. The dress was for you," I blushed, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

"But I have to say, you are effortlessly gorgeous," she said with a smile.

"That's not true," I shook my head.

"Yes, it is. Even right now, lying here next to me. You are perfect in every way," I whispered softly.

"I'm not perfect, Y/n. Trust me," she said honestly.

"ты всегда будешь идеальной в моих глазах Наталья Романова," I whispered against her lips, reminding her of how perfect she will always be in my eyes.

She smiled into the kiss and lightly held onto my waist as I gently ran my fingers through her red hair.

"Не важно что," I mumbled against her lips, reaffirming that nothing else mattered to me.

"When did you learn Russian?" she asked with a curious smile.

"I learned it for you a while ago. I'm now fluent," I bragged a little, feeling proud of myself.

"How come you never spoke it before?" she questioned playfully.

"I was learning it to ask you out, but then you started dating Steve and all I knew how to say at the time was 'Natasha Romanoff, will you go out with me?' and 'I love you'," I laughed a little at the memory.

"Stop, please tell me you're lying," she groaned, burying her head into my chest in embarrassment.

"Unfortunately, no. But I continued to learn it so I could say things to you without the team knowing," I smiled softly at her.

Nat's eyes sparkled with love and adoration as she leaned in for another kiss, grateful for our secret language that only we shared.

My heart skipped a beat as her beautiful smile lit up her face. "Wait, you learned how to say 'I love you'?" she asked, looking up at me with shining eyes. "Yeah, it was one of the first things my teacher taught me," I replied, a fond smile tugging at my lips.

"Say it in Russian for me," she requested, her smile growing wider.

"But you already know how to say it in Russian," I said, confused by her request.

"Amuse me," she replied with a playful glint in her eyes.

My heart swelled with adoration as I spoke the words in Russian: "Я люблю вас."

Her smile softened and she echoed the words back to me: "я тоже тебя люблю, Y/N." It felt like an exchange of promises, a declaration of our feelings for each other.

She leaned in and kissed me, and I eagerly returned the gesture. In that moment, as we stood there with our arms wrapped around each other, I knew that I never wanted to be anywhere without her. She had tricked me into saying those three little words, but they were more than just words. They were a reflection of what we both felt deep in our hearts - love.

©Elena do not copy, edit, or translate my works.

[thesamoanqueen]

Bimini Dream

A/N: When I wrote it the mood was completely different, it was an inspiration born from a friend suggestion, but seemed correct to me wait before posting it. It has nothing to do with what happened and I won't write anything about it for the same reason I haven't published this story until today, Roman is a character/Joe a real human being and there's a big difference for me. Breaks are useful to understand what our priorities are, unfortunately life is not always a dream or a vacation, but we all should appreciate what we have.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, 18+ Inspired by Naked - Doja Cat

Giving up his spot hadn't been what he imagined, what he had prepared himself for. It had been difficult, exhausting, even more so after the first few weeks. Four years had the ability to make everything a habit and when the time for big projects had arrived, the impulse had still been to be present no matter what had happened. Your relationship had been put to the test. Roman had seen you angry, frustrated, disappointed even, troubles in paradise that Roman didn't want and risked taking away more than a belt from him. You wanted the best for him, the best for the new chapter of his, your, life together and he couldn't get it with old habits, you were right, as always. So he had learned to control from afar, focusing on the next project, without answering every call or request that didn't personally concern the work he had pending. Months had passed, a time in his mind that was confused, short and even endless, but the well-deserved vacation had finally arrived. Not a one-day break between filming, interviews and meetings for new projects, a real vacation with his woman.

A paradise for the two of you. Made of palm trees and crystal water, fresh sheets and feet sinking into the damp sand of a private club in Bimini. Days spent away from chaos getting drunk and kissing, caresses and massages to take away the memory of punches and bruises, your laugh in his ears at all hours. You were happy and carefree like a lil girl again and Roman was unable to take his eyes off you in those moments, sure of wanting this for your entire life together.

His eyes scanned you, as you slipped out of the sundress just beyond the threshold of the private area, your thong bikini to greet him provocatively between soft curves dirty with sand and salt. The sound of a song hummed all the way to the dining room table to grab some fruit and disappear onto the balcony overlooking the beach. Just the time to get a drink for himself and attracted like a sailor by his mermaid, Roman followed you out, sitting on the sofa to enjoy the show you were delighting him with. The wavy movement of your hips is hypnotic, the water sliding between your barely covered breasts is an invitation as dangerous as your fingers, busy washing a day of snorkeling off your skin. The taste of fruit and alcohol on his tongue unable to wash away his thrist and your eyes finally finding him, as bright as the familiar smile forming on your lips.

- "Why are you looking at me like that?" – he hears you ask, continuing to massage your thighs.

- "You' enjoying yourself"

It wasn't a question, but pure pride, the reward for his efforts. He would have given you anything if you had only asked, spoiling to the point of forcing you to say enough, his absolute priority was you, the pulsating engine of his continuous success. He couldn't have looked at you any other way than with adoration, gratitude. Always there for him, always ready to support and push him.

- "I’d have more fun if you came to keep me company" – you mutter, a playful pout and a hand reaching out to call him.

And how could Roman say no to you? He didn't want to, he had never been capable of doing so, and putting down the drink, he freed himself from his tank top to join you under the cool water of the shower, his hands quickly finding your body, those curves where his muscles fit like a puzzle to reveal the rough skin under his fingers.

- "You're still covered in sand" – he notices, cleaning you carefully, while you lean forward, filling the space between you two until your breaths mix.

- "Nope, it's brown sugar scrub, you wanna taste it?"

A whispered offer, almost a secret, even though you already knew his answer. He had always been a hungry man, but you awoke a feverish need in him, the urgency to consume you and be consumed furiously as soon as your eyes met in a complicit silence.

- "Mmh you keep testing me" – he noted, placing an innocent kiss on your nose, already feeling your fingers free him from the bun and copy with a real kiss.

Flavor of mango and dragonfruit surrounds him, an inviting aftertaste when your teeth bite into him slowly, eliciting a dangerous moan from him that makes you smile devilishly, drawing Roman even further under the water. His hands stop you, gripping your round hips, dark locks dripping onto your breasts. The silence of the empty beach not far from you two, now filled by the sound of close breaths, growing tension making Roman’s muscles tense and your core soften.

- "‘cause you’re too good" – fingers caressing his broad chest, running your nails over the shiny tattoo up to his broad shoulders, to lock behind his neck – "now can we get naked?" – you finally ask.

The new offer is not a secret nor whisper, there was nothing playful about it, just pure desire and Roman is a good man, but sure not a saint, so he grabs you by the back of your neck, forcing you to tilt your head, watching in admiration as your breathing stops for a moment already, a silent moan for his sudden commanding behavior leaving your honey lips.

- "Strip for me babygirl, slow, show me first" – he orders against your ear, licking away his own words before taking a step back, just one and enjoying the show.

Your hands leave him sadly, but you obey, moving your wet hair from your shoulder to play with the thin string holding up your colorful bikini top. You pull it down, slowly, stretching the fabric until the bow comes undone and Roman watches it fall at your feet like anyone should have. He follows your fingers caress from your collarbones to your breasts, full and perfect for his hands and passes one over his face, moving away his hair, while yours slide down the belly he loves to kiss down to what he loves to eat. Bimini had its own fountain of eternal youth, Roman's was there between your soft thighs, always ready to welcome him, juicy and tasty like the fruit you wrapped your lips around every day for breakfast. He watches you turn, eye over your shoulder and crouch down to take off your thong, leaving it to keep company to the top. When you get up Roman can't hold back a sound of approval, eyes glued to the two brown hills that you rub on his already hard boner, and then turn around and caress him.

- "Why you keep standing there? Don't you want to slip into something more pleasant?" – your body presses against his, breasts tickling his muscles - "… maybe me?" – you invite him and his mouth finds yours without waiting a second more.

Neither of you tries to go easy, you kiss without haste, but consuming each other, cool water sliding on your heated bodies like Roman's tongue on yours. You suck on his lips as he maneuvers you to have total control and you let him do it, abandoning yourself against the wall to free him from the swimsuit he kept on for your day together. Roman kicks it away without care, growling hoarsely into your mouth as he feel you gripping his dick in your hands, torturing the head with a soft thumb until he break the kiss with a heated moan. He presses his forehead to yours, letting you prepare him, your mouth trailing kisses down his neck and shoulders, biting into sun-tanned skin and licking away water drop by drop.

- "There's no where else I'd rather be" – he squeezes your hip, smashing his other hand against the wall, your nipples rubbing against his chest and you smile.

- "I love how you look at me… makes me feel so special" - you meow against his mouth and it's enough to make him snap.

Oh, special would be an understatement to describe you.

Roman lifts you up effortlessly, his large hands on your round ass, letting your legs wrap around his hips like a belt. He would have gladly worn you for the rest of his days, anywhere, without shame if only it were possible, sinking into your soft folds sweeter than any victory. He watches as you throw your head back, shaken by the pleasure that hits both of you in finding each other and he takes the opportunity to suck your neck, giving a couple of lazy thrusts, to spread you and savor the spasms of your center that gets used to the presence of him. Your arms hold him, lips ready to cover him with soft kisses on his temples and freckles, fingers laced in the dark locks of his hair to pull them, make him growl and guide him to you.

His attentions will leave a mark on you, but neither of you cares. You have nothing to hide, you belong to each other and you both show it with pride. No one will pass by that beach, Roman had paid good money for your paradise and he didn't regret it at all. Everything to make you smile.

- " nhm… you're getting wet as fuck" – he hums, adjusting his posture to increase the pace.

His hips become more commanding as he feels you give in and with his face buried between your breasts, he works you without going all the way, spending his time playing your nipples, devouring and licking the sensitive flesh to reduce you to a gorgeous panting mess. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, onto his shoulders, your head resting on him, almost a hug, bodies impossible to separate and on his tongue that aftertaste of brown sugar.

- "R-Ro… ahn, keep doing that" – you moan, holding him against you.

His name belongs in your throat like a jewel, the kind of gift no one else could give you because only Roman knows what you need to satiate your thirst, what touch makes your body shivers and what is needed for a lovely bow. He grins, he knows not going deep makes you even more needy, he feels your heart hammering like the water falling at his feet, your moods dirtying his hard cock. Then he stops torturing your breasts, letting your body slide a little further down and the moan with which you delight his ears feeling him entirely Roman swallows it as he kisses you. Squeezed between the wall and his massive body, with no chance of escaping him, he moves an arm under your thigh to a new angle that makes you scream with the first thrust.

- "Hm, it's so g-good… God… more- more-" you beg, your gaze liquid, lips swollen.

- "I own this pretty pussy, hmm is mine. I know how to make her sing…" - he growls, pushing himself between your folds until you throb.

A satisfied smile spreads uncontrollably on his face, pride, possession, desire, love, a mixture in his guts that burns where your bodies are united and from which Roman cannot take his eyes off, mesmerized by the sight of your honey spread all over his flesh now that you are stretched to perfection. He watches your walls suck him in, clinging to the veins on his skin, hips moving incessantly, while your pleas become louder in his ears increasingly dizzy with growing pleasure.

- "P-please… Ro… there" – he knows where you want it, he knows what he has to do to see you faint in to his arms.

And he hits that spot, without mercy, giving you what you want, focusing on that weak point able of making you breathless and driving him to madness. The spasms of your body, soaked and panting, are shocks inducting him into a sort of competitive trance, his hands hooked at your side, at that thigh bent almost to his shoulder to have complete access to your core. You tremble, his flesh swelling your center every time he pushes into you, making him growl excitedly, sight matching the furious sensation of the now imminent climax. Your moans become strangled cries and then Roman shifts his gaze to your face, to intercept your almost desperate expression, the one that always anticipates your orgasm. When it finally arrives, he feels your nails digging into the flesh of his forearms and your voice fades into a delicious cry, he kisses you, hammering your sweetest spot without stopping for a second and he watches with pleasure the violent tremors of your body.

- "My precious girl… cum, you're so f-fuckin gorgeous" – he growls obscenely against your lips, seeing you open your eyes again with a lost expression, your hips swinging to meet his thrusts and please him too.

- "G-give it to-to me" – you beg, but it wouldn't even be necessary.

He finally puts you down, still holding you by the hips to avoid your legs playing a nasty trick and he enters you from behind, this time sinking completely, one hand on your ass to spread your soft buttocks. You meow, your sensitive center trembles from his intrusion and Roman throws his head back smugly, licking his lips, feeling the water run over his face and your hot folds around his flesh. He slides deep, his cock covered by your white nectar and energies gathering at the bottom of his abdomen ready at any moment to explode inside you. You are soft, familiar, holding you in his arms is a sensation capable of making him feel at peace with the world. Your hips roll tiredly, giving him everything you have and Roman thrust to take it, pounding deep inside you, the furious ecstasy of heat building every time his balls slap you making your back arch against the wall. He gave you what you wanted, always before himself, but now it's his turn. It's a violent, rough ride during which your sweet whispered words mix with his hoarse moans, legs burn, while he lowers his head and finally abandons himself to the wave that suddenly hits, dragging him inside you. The climax is overwhelming, Roman gasps, everything in him seems to empty inside your core, his hips fit into the beautiful curves of your body, mind blank and body unable of wasting a single drop of himself outside.

One of your hands finds him, resting on his forearm in a silent caress and when the hot wave it's finally over, Roman lowers himself onto you, placing a kiss on your back as you smile tiredly. You’re the one who breaks away from him, because for Roman it's an impossible feat he never tries to accomplish.

- "Such a hard working man" – you joke, wrapping your arms around him again.

Water slides against his back, washing away sweat and moisture from both your bodies, while he cradles you, your face pressed against his chest. Roman places a kiss in your head, a satisfied and soft smile on his face as he feels you hold him, so precious and for a moment the two of you stay there, until he’s again stable enough and he drags you out of the shower. You folllow, already knowing what he has in mind, fingers agreeing to leave him just long enough to wrap both of your bodies in white towels before walking back inside. Another refreshing glass to rehydrate and you and him collapse on the bed, hugging each other between the scented sheets, lulled by the sound of water and your breathing.

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[moamidzyism]

pobrecito (c.sb)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 1440 smut ౨ৎ minors DNI ˚⁺。˚ // repost ୨୧ brother's best friend!soobin x fem!reader, sub!soobin, perv!soobin [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

going home for the summer was never your idea of a good time but your parents had begged you to, claiming that they never saw you anymore. little did you know that they just wanted you to house-sit while your twin brother was around because they had planned a weeklong getaway the one week you could make it back to the town you grew up in. so now, you’re stuck in your parent’s house all week long.

you thought that you could take this time to spend with your brother, given the fact that you hadn’t seen him since winter break, but he was more concerned with showing his college roommate around your hometown. soobin, the roommate, was quiet. he didn’t really talk as much as he just followed your brother around like a lost puppy.

it was a surprise how your loud, obnoxious brother got along with him, when soobin went by mostly unnoticeably.

mostly.

there were some things you couldn’t help but notice: like he never made eye contact with you when you spoke to him, or how he stuttered unbelievably when you asked him the simplest questions, or how his gaze lingered on you when you passed him in the hallway.

like tonight, for instance, the three of you sat together in the living room for the first time that week. you sat cross-legged on the living room floor around the coffee table, a box of pizza in between. they had spent their nights during that first weekend in the next town over but in your small town there was not much to do on a monday night other than watch high schoolers perform vape tricks in the mall parking lot, before they’re chased off by the night security.

so the three of you sat together in mostly awkward silence and uncomfortable small talk, the only sound coming from the sports game playing at low volume on the tv.

“so, did you guys do anything fun today?” you asked the two boys sitting opposite you. you leaned backwards to rest your back on the couch. you paid extra attention to soobin, and the way his eyes followed along the stretch of your body. his eyes ogled the way your t-shirt rode up, exposing the patch of skin right below your belly button. he took a long sip of his drink.

“yeah, we went to the old arcade on main street.” your brother responded on behalf of the two of them. then you fell back into the silence, picking the toppings off the slice on your plate.

when you were done eating you retreated to your room. the two of them dawdled in the living room for a while longer before withdrawing to your brother’s room. on his way to the bathroom, soobin stopped at your door to see that it was slightly ajar. he didn’t mean to peek through the slit. he didn’t mean to see you laying in bed with one of your hands under your shirt. and he definitely didn’t mean to follow your other arm to see it pressing on the pink vibrator that was between your legs, buzzing against your clothed cunt.

but he did and he couldn’t help but rush to the bathroom and turn on the shower to mask the sounds of his moans as he rubbed his hard length, his eyes rolling back in his head, thinking about what it would feel like to have his hands replaced by yours. what it would feel like to taste you. what it would feel like to hear your pretty voice moaning his name, telling him how good he is. 

his hips not-so-rhythmically met his fists, fisting his dick as if it were you. he just needed to feel something, feel good. his back was resting against the cold shower wall as he inched closer to his orgasm. the cold water ran down his face, which was contorted with pleasure as he bit his lip to stop a guttural groan from escaping.

the next morning, you went into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. you saw a note on the kitchen island from your brother saying he went to pick up breakfast for only him and soobin, who was still sleeping.

asshole, you thought as you went to the fridge to figure out what you were going to eat.

now, last night, soobin was blessed with post nut clarity, which is when he came up with his foolproof plan. it had only been three days that he had been in the house with you but he had already memorized your morning routine. he pretended to be asleep when your brother left. and then he waited for the sound of your bedroom door opening, indicating that you were no longer in your room.

then it was game time.

he snuck into your room, going through your laundry basket to see if you discarded your underwear from last night. even if you didn’t, he hoped that he would find another pair of cum stained panties that he could use to jerk off with.

after finding nothing suitable to eat in the kitchen, you decided to go back to your room and order breakfast from somewhere nearby. to your surprise, you see your brother’s tall friend standing in your room with something pink and lacy in his hands. “what are you doing here?” you ask, causing him to jump.

he quickly shoves his hand in his pockets when he sees you standing in the doorway, a look of confusion and intrigue on your face. “i- i thought you were in the shower.”

“that doesn’t explain why you’re in my room.” you inch closer to him. “what’s in your pocket, binnie?”

he feels his dick twitch at your use of that nickname, but that didn’t distract him from his plan b – if anything goes wrong, deny everything. “nothing.”

“now, you know i don’t believe that, soobin. show me what’s in your pocket.” he pulls out the underwear you wore two days ago, causing you to scoff. “you’re so pathetic.”

“i’m sorry.”

“you’re sorry because you got caught.”

“no, i’m so sorry.”

“but baby, you’re still holding my underwear.” he drops them instantly, making you chuckle. your laugh was full of venom as you lifted your hand to caress his face.

“i didn’t mean to.”

“didn’t mean to do what?” you asked in mock coyness.

“i’m sorry.” you scoff again.

“is that all you can say?”

“i need you.” he mumbles.

“oh, poor baby.” you push him onto your bed. “what would my brother say if he came home to see you in his sister’s room?”

“i don’t care.” his breath hitched in his throat. “i- i just want you to touch me, please.”

“aww,” you coo. “you want me to touch you, binnie. do you think you deserve it, baby?”

“yes,” he gulps, pulling you with his long legs so that you fall on top of him, your clothed heats coming in contact with each other. he groaned at the touch.

“ha! you definitely don’t deserve it after that.” you sit up straight, finding a comfortable spot on his knee, his arms holding you in place behind your waist.“but you’re lucky, i’m feeling nice today.” you palm his cock through his sweatpants, feeling it enlarge under your hands. “you come into my room, looking through my dirty laundry like a disgusting, little pervert. and now you’re so hard, but i barely even touched you.”

“it’s b-because of you.”

“hmm, is that so?” pull his dick out, slowly stroking it. his dick twitches at the contact and he lets out a whine.

“yeah, your… your boobs.” he looks down at your hardened nipples poking through the white t-shirt you wore to sleep. “bet they look better with nothing on them.”

“you want to see them?” you ask, to which he responds with an over-eager nod. as soon as you took off your top, his lips automatically attached to your right nipple, taking it between his teeth, while his other hand fondled your left breast. you leaned your head back in ecstacy. you messily grind on his thigh, craving the feeling of something on your heat.

“fuck, soobin.” you cry out, as he moans against your breast, sending chills down your spine.

you tighten your previously loose grip on his dick, stroking him to a steady rhythm. you could feel him get closer and closer and before you knew it, he was shooting his cum on your hands. “fuck,” he whined.

“we need to clean up, my brother is going to be back any minute.”

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[its-luna-noel]

pirouettes & the ghost of harman street | gojo x reader

07. you say that you're guilty, please move on

"Baby, I'm hurt so bad by you I also think about how nice it'd be, to fall in love again I won't expect the same" ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Satoru Gojo lost his best friend, his partner, his other half. He's terrified when another friend falls for him. He can’t let this time be like the last.

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, eventual smut, friends to lovers, past satosugu, drinking, partying, brief non-con & past non-con trauma, depression, past suic!de, grief/loss, panic attacks, some dark themes but i promise this is a comfort fic

word count: 4.5k

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notes: back at it again with another content warning: brief, non-graphic non-con, nothing happens but just take it easy xx

It takes weeks for your friends to finally convince you to go out and take your life back.

It’s Shoko who finally convinces you. She sits on your bed, gently smoothing down your hair while you just try to ignore her and scroll through your phone. “You need to get out and do something.”

“I don’t want to go out.”

“You’ve hardly been out of bed. That isn’t healthy, you know.”

“Don’t use your doctor voice on me, Sho. I don’t want to hear it.”

She sighs at you, her hand pausing in your hair. “I’m not going to say it again. Get up, or I’m calling Utahime and she’ll drag you out of bed.”

You groan, but it’s what gets you up. You crawl out of bed, standing in the middle of your bedroom, looking disheveled and lost. Feeling like your other half is still missing.

“Go take a shower,” Shoko advises as she stands up, too, and moves to your closet. “I’ll pick you out an outfit.”

You just grumble and trudge to your bathroom.

Your reflection in the mirror is a stranger. Wild hair, dull eyes. You look tired; you look empty.

Satoru took the sunshine with him when he left.

You take a shower, letting the hot water soothe a little bit of your sullen mood. Although you won’t admit it to her, getting out of bed and cleaning up does feel pretty good.

But when you get out and walk back into your bedroom, wrapped in a towel, and see the outfit Shoko chose for you, you can’t help but think that the only person you really wanted to see you in it is Satoru.

You ask, “Is Nanami coming?”

Shoko shakes her head. “No. Just a girls’ night.”

You nod. You wonder idly if you lost Nanami in the break up.

What a ridiculous thought; you and Satoru didn’t even break up. He just left.

Besides, you know for a fact that Nanami likes you better than Satoru, anyway.

You look over at Shoko, who’s watching you closely. “Thanks,” you say quietly, for nothing in particular, for everything.

She smiles softly and nods. “Get dressed,” she encourages with a playful smack to your hip through your towel. “I’ll wait out here.” And out she walks, closing the bedroom door behind her.

You sigh again and pull on the dark jeans, wiggling your legs into the fabric. You still don’t necessarily feel like going out, but you feel better having showered. You already feel more put together, alive.

You pick up the crop top that Shoko set out, looking at the flowery pattern. It’s one of your favorites, and yet all you can think of are the times you wore this when you went out with Satoru in tow.

You pull it over your head, and then you open the bedroom door. “Sho! What makeup should I do?”

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Once both of you are properly dolled up, you walk down the street to the train station. It’s a short ride to the main strip you all usually frequent, and by the time you get there, you’re feeling a little better, feel a little more like yourself. You wave at Utahime, who is waiting outside the bar entrance.

She waves back, her eyes examining you closely. 

You didn’t explain the exact details to what happened between you and Satoru; it was too embarrassing to have to explain your feelings, to explain that it was all your fault, that you ruined everything. So, unless Satoru told them, they don’t really know what happened.

They only know that Satoru won’t see you, and that you’ve hardly been out of bed since.

You and the girls pay your cover charge and walk into the club, bass thumping loud enough that you can feel it in your chest. You walk over to the bar and order a round of shots and a drink for a chaser, and after taking the shots, you make your way to the dance floor.

Shoko looks at you, eyes searching yours. “You doing okay?” she asks.

You brandish your drink. “Will be.” You tip your head back and drink deeply.

She links arms with you and grins, pulling you further towards the DJ booth. “That’s what I like to hear.”

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Satoru sees you the moment you walk into the bar.

Of course he did; even if he were blind, he could’ve sensed your presence, could’ve heard your voice over the ear-splitting music.

He would’ve known in any lifetime when you were within eyesight.

He watches you, Shoko, and Utahime make your way to the dance floor, drinks held loosely as you start to move together. Your back is to him – thankfully, because he’s openly staring and you would’ve surely seen the surprise and unease on his expression if you looked over – and he watches the graceful way you move, watches that dancer’s elegance flow off of you, even if you’re dressed up for a raunchy night on the town.

His heart aches as he watches you; he used to be your partner in crime for these kinds of nights.

It’s been weeks since he’s seen you; it’s spring now, and you seem to be celebrating by wearing a top that rises up every time you move, showing your belly to the dancing crowds.

The friends he’s with – insignificant people who are simply guys from outside your group, satellites to your orbit, teammates from the boxing club that he’s never really cared for before – nudge him and gesture towards you three. “Aren’t those your girls?” one asks.

He nods and turns away, tipping his glass back and drinking deeply. “I’ll go say hi later,” he lies.

Satoru has been spending his time in the clubs every weekend since he walked out of your apartment; it’s easier than being home alone, easier than trying to hang out with your mutual friends who all care about you deeply and have already asked why he won’t come around anymore.

Easier than thinking about you every waking goddamn moment.

And so he’s been drowning, slowly, in alcohol, obliterating his weekend memories in favor of being able to plaster on a smile and fake happiness in your absence. He pretends, and he flirts with people at the bars, and he takes people home, and he tries to forget that you love him. Tries to convince himself that one day you’ll get over it, that one day he’ll see you again.

And when he glances over and sees you smiling and laughing with Shoko, who’s throwing her ass back against your hips and laughing, too, while Utahime sings loudly to the music, holding your hips, he wonders if maybe you are getting over it.

And, for a tragic moment, that hurts him, too.

He watches surrounding young men stare at the three of you, watching you all dance on each other. Their stares are hungry, and they talk amongst themselves, surely calling dibs and other disgusting things. He grimaces at the thought and turns away again.

Shoko and Utahime can beat them up just as easily as he can; he doesn’t need to protect you.

But he can’t help but feel possessive over you, over the three of you, because like his friend said, you’re his girls.

But he has no right to claim any ownership over you anymore.

Like he said before he left, you’re not even friends.

He takes another long sip of his drink, watching you disentangle yourself from between the girls. You ask them something over your shoulder, probably if they want another drink, and then you walk off the dance floor towards the bar.

Satoru has to duck a little farther into the dark corners of the club, hoping your eyes don’t stray too far from your destination.

He doesn’t have to worry, though, because as you’re walking, one of the guys from the group watching you branches off, heading towards the bar himself.

Satoru scowls and looks away. He doesn’t want to watch you flirt with someone else. Doesn’t want to watch you slowly forget him.

He busies himself with conversation with his friends, trying to ignore the burning desire to go talk to you, to rescue you from whatever jackass is coming up to talk to you. He plasters on that signature smile he’s made for himself, this fake one without any light, and he laughs, and he tries to play the part, but he can’t help but steal glances at you. He can’t help but watch this guy lean against the bar and grin at you, enjoying your company when Satoru can’t. He can’t help but be pissed off and annoyed, because he should be the one you’re giggling at, should be the one looking at you like that, should be the one buying you a drink.

He should be the one.

And instead, he’s ruined everything.

So he just watches helplessly from the sidelines, sneaking glances as the guy moves closer, buying you drinks, getting you slowly drunker and drunker.

And you, despite how defensive you usually are, how adamant that you don’t want to be drunk surrounded by strangers, continue drinking.

Maybe you’re also trying to drown, just like Satoru is.

Satoru glances over at Utahime and Shoko, who are still dancing, though they keep a watchful eye on you. He has to fight a grim smile; you’re still everyone’s little princess.

As the night goes on, your watchful guard dogs stay alert as you get cozy with this stranger. As you lean in and flirt, smiling and laughing that beautiful laugh.

And then, when it’s well past midnight and everyone is several drinks in, and you’re wasted, only barely keeping a hold on yourself, the stranger makes his move.

He wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you close. Satoru watches your head tip back as you look up at him. Satoru can’t see the look on your face, but he’s afraid he’s going to watch you kiss this guy, and he doesn’t know if he can handle that, so he starts to turn away, starts to turn towards the rest of his friends, starts to turn his back on you.

But before he does, he sees it.

He watches this stranger reach down and put his hand on his little princess. Watches him grab you harshly between the legs, through your jeans.

Satoru’s already on the move.

Before he can even think he’s across the bar, and shoves this prick off you, because who does he think he is to put his hands on you, and he pins him against the bar and raises his fist. His heart is hammering in his chest, and it feels like he’s in the middle of one of his boxing matches, because even as the asshole puts his hands up and tries to cover his face, Satoru already knows where he’s going to hit, knows that he’s going to get him where it hurts first before knocking him to the fucking ground–

Before he can, he feels several pairs of hands wrapping around him, around his waist, his arms, hauling him backwards. His grip is forced from the front of the scum’s shirt, and all he can hear is ringing, until he finally hears a voice through the fog.

“Satoru!” you cry, tugging on his lead arm.

He looks down at you, slowly lowering his hand, as you pull him away from the scene. Shoko and Utahime are there, too, making sure that prick and his friends don’t follow.

“Did he hurt you?” Satoru demands, grabbing your arm.

You shake your head, but your face is pale, like all the blood drained from it when that son of a bitch touched you. Your hands are still on Satoru’s arm, and he realizes that he can feel you shaking, can feel the fear flowing off of you.

It makes him want to beat the shit out of that fucker even more.

He lets you guide him away, turning over his shoulder to examine the scene he left at the bar. Shoko meets his eyes, and they nod at each other from across the dance floor, knowing exactly what to do.

They know how to take care of you.

Satoru lets you lead him downstairs out of the bar and into the night air, the chilly breeze snapping him out of his rage just enough for him to turn and look at you. He has so much to say, so much he wants to tell you, but he can’t say any of it.

You don’t even look up at him. You just continue walking until you’re at the curb. Then you sit down, resting your elbows on your knees, and put your chin in your hand.

You stare out at the dark street, silent.

Satoru’s chest is still heaving, his heart still pounding as he breathes out the last of his adrenaline rush. He balls his fists up at his side; he knows he should go, should give you the space he’s forced upon you, but he can’t bring himself to leave you, not when something so awful just happened.

So he just sighs and comes to join you, sitting beside you on the curb.

You’re quiet for a moment longer before you finally speak. “Thanks.”

He shakes his head, following your gaze to stare out at the surrounding city streets. “You don’t have to thank me.”

You don’t respond.

He looks over, examining you. Your eyes are incredibly sad, and he can’t stand to see you like this, can’t stand to watch you stare out at the street as the memory of what happened plays behind your eyelids every time you blink.

He scoots closer beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, drawing you close, into the warmth of his body. “Are you okay?” he whispers into your hair.

You slowly nod. “Thanks for saving me.”

He smiles a little. “I’m sure you could’ve handled yourself. Shoko taught you well.”

You huff a bit of a laugh, nodding. “Yeah, she’ll be sad I didn’t knock his lights out myself.”

Satoru can’t help but chuckle softly, despite the circumstances. “She’ll probably yell at me for stealing your thunder.”

You smile and pull away, just enough to look at him. His hand still rests against your back. Your eyes trace over his face, almost like you’re memorizing him, like you’re searching for any changes that could’ve happened in the last several weeks. “It’s good to see you,” you tell him honestly.

He takes a slow, deep breath and nods. “It’s good to see you, too, princess.”

You continue to examine him. Your voice is a quiet lament when you next speak. “Can this mean we’re friends again?”

He blows out the breath of air in a soft sigh. “Princess, I don’t… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

You do know why. Because you told him you were falling for him. Because you still think you are. Because seeing him after all this time feels like coming home.

Because you couldn’t just keep your big mouth shut.

“But, I’m better,” you say, and it’s a blatant lie, but you’re desperate, you need him back in your life like you need air to breathe, and you’ll live the rest of your life telling him you don’t love him if it brings him back. “I…I don’t need space anymore.”

He frowns at you. “What do you mean?”

“We can go back to the way things were now.”

“You’re trying to tell me you don’t love me anymore?”

“Yes.”

It pains him. It puts an ache deep in his chest, and even though he knows you’re lying, he never wants to hear those words again.

Because as sick and twisted as it is, he wants you to love him. He needs you to love him. Even though he can’t reciprocate the feelings.

He shakes his head. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Yes it does.” You’ve always been stubborn. “I’m over it, and you can come back, and we can be best friends again, because I need you.”

He sighs again. “I can’t do that, princess. I can’t. You know that.”

“Why not?” You’re starting to raise your voice a little. “I want my best friend back!”

He slowly removes his hand from your back. “I just can’t. I’m very sorry.”

He starts to stand, starts to leave you on the curb, and you can’t just watch him walk away again. Not without a fight this time. So you scramble up from the curb and grab his arm before he can turn away, and you’re pissed at yourself because your eyes are burning with tears again, and you wish you could provide him with a logical reason for him to stay.

You wish he wanted to stay.

Your fingers wrap around his wrist, tugging gently. “Please,” you whisper, and your voice breaks.

Satoru’s heart does the same at the sound of it. “Princess, I can’t. I can’t give you what you want, what you deserve. I can’t do it.”

“So you’re just gonna leave again?”

“I have to.”

“No you don’t!” You’re crying now, tears dripping down your cheeks as you stare up at him. “You can stay! You can choose to stay!”

“Princess, no. I have to go now.” He gently grabs you by the shoulders and forces you back a step, away from him. “Go find Shoko and Utahime. Let them walk you home.”

And you watch him turn his back on you for the second time.

You can’t do it again. “S-Satoru?” you say, voice tremulous and quiet.

He sighs quietly, wishing you would just let him walk away without tearing a new hole in his heart. “Yeah?”

“Can you…tell me why you can’t love me? Is it…what is it about me?”

His heart aches at your words, and he turns to look at you. Your eyes are on your feet, but he can see the tears dripping down your jaw to your collarbone, dampening the collar of your shirt. “Oh, princess,” he whispers, and his hand comes up to rest on your shoulder again, gently encouraging you to look him in the eyes. “Princess, no, it’s…it’s not you. It has nothing to do with you. I would be a lucky man, to have your love and to be able to return it. I wish more than anything that I could give it to you. I just…I can’t. I’m not…capable. Not after everything. I can’t love again, princess. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.”

As he’s speaking, your body sags, and you let out a gasping breath as you hide your face in your hands. Your voice comes out as a broken wail, and your shoulders shake as you sob quietly into your hands. “I spent– all this time thinking– that I wasn’t enough for you. That you couldn’t love me because of me.”

He shakes his head, and he steps forward because he can’t bear to see you like this. He’s never seen you so shattered. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your face into his chest, holding you tight. “No, princess,” he whispers again, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “It’s not you. There’s never been anything wrong with you.”

“Th-then why?” you whisper back, voice muffled by his shirt.

He sighs again, heart aching as he pulls away a little to look at you. He tilts up your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I can’t,” he whispers, “not after Suguru. I can’t love you just for it to end in some tragic way. I can’t do that again.”

You aren’t even sure where to begin with that; you’re so, so sure it’s not true. But his eyes are sure, and you know he won’t listen to you, not here on the side of the road outside this stupid club.

“I won’t be a tragedy,” you whisper, just to try.

He just shakes his head. “I’m sorry, princess. So, so sorry. Go find someone good. Someone who still believes that it’s all worth it. Someone who’s better than me.” And he lets you go again, and he turns and starts to walk away.

You chase, one more time. “Satoru?” you say again.

“What, princess?”

“Can…can you kiss me? Just once.”

He inhales sharply, his eyes closing against the flood of emotions your words bring. His hands tighten into fists at his sides. “Princess, you don’t know what you’re asking.”

You hang your head. Your voice is miserable when you speak again. “You don’t have to. I just…wanted to know what it was like. To kiss you. Just once.”

He squeezes his eyes tighter. He can’t deny you anything, especially not when you ask like that, when you ask like it’s a burden to him, like he doesn’t want to, like he doesn’t want it more than anything. He fights to swallow, and his voice is an agonized whisper. “You have to be sure.”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted, Satoru,” you whisper back.

He almost shatters, then, so fucking torn apart by your broken little voice. Where is that laugh he loves so much, that bright and joyful little sound that he will never forget as long as he lives?

He tore it from you; he’s the reason you’re not laughing anymore.

So this is the least he can do for you.

He turns back again and steps forward slowly, opening his eyes to look at you, examining that expression in your eyes that says so much, that leaves so little up to his imagination. Your eyes tell him just how much you’re hurting, how much you want this, how much you still love him.

God, it hurts as much as it sends a thrill through his body.

He reaches for you, hands shaky and movements achingly slow, and cups your face in his hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks. “Are you sure you want this?” He looks deep into your eyes; he has to know. There can’t be a single doubt in your mind, because he’s almost positive this will kill you both.

And you – stupid, reckless little you – nod. “More than anything,” you say.

He lets out a shaky breath, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, closing his eyes as he just feels you for a moment. Then he opens his eyes again, and he looks at you, because even when you’re gone he wants to remember this moment. He wants to remember what you look like as you wait for him to kiss you, your eyes staring into his, pupils blown wide as you watch him watch you.

Then he runs headfirst into disaster, and he leans in and kisses you.

It’s a soft brush of your lips at first, just a whisper, a promise of something more. But he hears your gasp, your soft intake of breath, and he can’t help but lean in further and catch your lips with his, pressing a little harder, one hand moving to the back of your head to hold you in place, to keep you from running.

You’ve chosen this. Now you both must face the consequences.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his pupils dilated as he searches your eyes. “Is that what you wanted?” he whispers, and his lips just barely brush yours as he speaks.

You nod, lips parted just a little, enough for him to see the wetness of your mouth, and he leans back in, tilting your head further to the side. “Can I do it again?” he breathes.

You nod again, lashes fluttering as you close your eyes.

And oh, when he kisses you again, it’s rapturous.

His hand still rests on the back of your head, fingers now threading into your hair. His lips move against yours, and he tilts your head further so he can slowly deepen the kiss, and your lips are soft, pliant under his. His other hand moves to your waist, pulling your body against his, and he feels more than he hears you sigh into him. His tongue gently brushes your lower lip, and you part immediately, obediently, eagerly.

He groans into your mouth and pulls you ever closer. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, and all he can feel is you as his tongue languidly explores your mouth, and you taste as sweet as he always thought and– Fuck don’t think about it, you can’t give her what she wants– But he can’t help it, you’re perfect and sweet and soft and he wishes he was different, wishes he’d never lost Suguru, wishes he wasn’t damaged goods and that he could be what you wanted.

He can taste your tears on your lips, salty and sorrowful, but even when he wants to pull away, to save you from this pain, you reach up and cradle his cheeks and keep him there. You don’t want him to leave, you don’t want this to end. It’s like a dream, like the sweetest dream you could ever imagine, and you can believe that it’s real, and that whenever it ends, you’ll be losing it.

He holds you there while he gives you the best fucking kiss you’ve ever had, and when he pulls away, he keeps his hands on you. You’re both breathless. “Was that what you wanted?” he asks again.

You nod, lashes fluttering as you look up into his eyes. “Everything I ever dreamed of,” you whisper.

He just shakes his head a little, giving you one last brief, gentle kiss. “Better than any dream,” he tells you softly.

And then you both slowly come back to earth, and he lets you go, his hands coming away from your body to hang at his sides. They feel wrong now, no longer touching you.

He nods towards the front door of the club. “Now, go on,” he says quietly. “Go find the girls.”

Your voice breaks. “Don’t let this be goodbye.”

“I’m sorry, princess.”

So you pull yourself together, and you wipe your cheeks free of tears. You nod a little and take a slow step backwards. You look at him, one last time. Memorizing your best friend’s face. “I’ll love you for the rest of my life,” you tell him honestly.

He has to fight to swallow, and he shuts his eyes again for a moment, bracing himself against this agony that’s filling him. He opens his eyes, and his voice cracks ever so slightly when he says, “I know you will, princess. I’m…I’m gonna miss you.”

You can’t speak without bursting into tears again. So you just nod again and turn away, turning your back on him. Pushing inside the club.

He watches you go, and he stares at the door for a long time, yearning to go after you. Wanting nothing more than to apologize and tell you everything he just said was a mistake. But he doesn’t. He just turns and walks back to his apartment, hands in his pockets, alone once again.

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Bang Chan x fem! reader 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: Smut, a little bit of fluff 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.8k 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: unprotected sex (don't do it),masturbation, taste semen. I'm sorry if I forgot something

N/A: This is the last writing of the year 2023, I hope you enjoy it and I know there are still three days left but I want to thank you all for supporting me and reading me, I hope to continue writing for next year. ily <3

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You looked at the time again, it was already late and although Chan told you that it would only be a quiet dinner with the boys, you couldn't stop looking at your phone. You didn't want to bother him, maybe he was just having a good time and he forgot about all his worries.

You got into bed but worry wouldn't let you sleep, you walked around the house and tried to see something but your mind only thought about your boyfriend. You settled on the couch and covered yourself with a blanket, but just when you finally seemed to relax, a loud knock on the door alarmed you. You ran to open it and were surprised to see Han.

"Hi."

"What happened? everything is alright?" Before the boy could answer you you saw Lee Know appear and Changbin carrying a body between his shoulders “Chan?”

“Sweetheart…” Your boyfriend raised his head at your call and tried to break away to run into your arms, but the other two held him up before he fell to the floor.

“Damn, it's heavy,” Lee Know complained, holding his friend's arm around his neck. You finally reacted, leaving a space to tell them to pass.

The boys held on to the couch and let the drunk Bang Chan finally rest. You took a breath before Changbin apologized and explained to you that Chan had decided to order the most expensive bottle they had which ended with him drinking it all.

“Thank you very much for bringing it,” you walked them out, apologizing before glancing at your boyfriend, “I'll take care of him"

You closed the door and went to where your boyfriend was, in the time you had been with him you never thought about seeing him in this state, in reality it was very rare for him to get drunk, you wondered what happened to make him get like this. Tired, you sat next to him and stroked his hair while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You heard him utter what seemed like incoherent words and you couldn't help but laugh a little, but as much as you wanted to let him rest he reeked of alcohol.

“Baby…” Bang Chan opened one eye at your call “let's go to the shower.”

“mhmhmh”

“I can't leave you here” You took his hand and with all your strength you stretched him out making him move a little “come on, I promise… you will feel better”

After struggling for what seemed like hours you managed to get him to the bathroom with promises, effort, sweat, and a few curses. You made him sit on the toilet while you prepared the tub.

Bang Chan was really serious and he just followed your movements without making any noise, waiting patiently for you to tell him what to do. It was strange for you to know this new phase, it was almost always him who took care of you and took care of you, but he didn't mind doing it, especially if he looked at you like a puppy waiting for a treat from him.

After making sure the water was cold you helped him get into the water and when his feet finally touched the water his body reacted and his skin crawled, but you helped him continue until he was completely submerged.

He seemed uneasy due to the change in temperature, you sat on the edge of the tub helping him wash his hair and rinse his arms watching his face change a little.

"do you feel better?"

“Yes” you stroked his hair, and he let his head fall into your legs, you felt a shiver in your body from the drops of water that fell on your bare skin “Thank you”

“You've taken care of me before, it's just fair that I do it once for you.”

Bang Chan smiled remembering the times you came home screaming and kissed your legs, regaining some reason. He looked up at your face and when he met your eyes he felt his heart beat rapidly, suddenly his body became hot and he felt nervous like the first times when he spoke to you.

"Dear…"

"What's happening?" The words seemed to be erased from his head and he went blank in a long time, you really were the most beautiful person in his eyes, he loved you so much that he would risk anything to have you by his side forever.

"I love you"

You widened your eyes and Bang Chan thought you would answer him with the same, but he didn't wait for you to burst out laughing.

“Are you still drunk?” You stood up and dried your hands as you wiped away an invisible tear. “Get out of there, you need to rest.”

Now calmer, you could finally rest knowing that your boyfriend was safe. You got tangled in the covers and closed your eyes when you felt Bang Chan's body next to you. You hadn't realized the tiredness in your body but it seemed like you could finally sleep, but hands hooked on your waist making you react.

"Baby…"

“I just want to feel you” You let him hold you and you settled down as you closed your eyes again to sleep, but his nose on your neck tickled you.

“Chan…”

“Mhm?”

“Let me sleep” you tried to move out of his arms but his grip on your waist only grew stronger, completely pressing your body against him, making you feel his chest on your back and his half-hard cock on your butt.

“Then do it” You growled, running away again without success and you just tried to ignore him, letting his hands get under the sweatshirt you were wearing as pajamas. You closed your eyes tightly trying not to focus on his fingers playing with your breasts, but his lips on your neck made you grit your teeth.

“Are you still drunk?”

“I'm completely sober my love” his tongue traced circles on your skin making you curse trying to withstand his provocations “are you sure you want to sleep?”

His other hand slid to your clothed pussy and he ran his hands over it making you moan.

“Yes…” You didn't know if it was the answer to his question or you just wanted him to continue but you just let yourself be carried away by the sensations of his hands causing your body. His mouth didn't stop and he sucked on your neck, leaving red marks on your skin so you would remember that night for the next few days.

You moved your hips, stroking his cock, making him moan near your ear, causing you to wet your panties. His hand massaged your breasts and squeezed one of your nipples while the other dipped into your shorts, feeling the wetness between your legs.

“Fuck… are you wet already?” Before you could respond, you felt his hand on your breasts slowly go up to your neck, pressing it a little, letting you rock your hips faster against him. “Do you want my cock in your little pussy, princess?”

You nodded, feeling him get rid of your clothes, letting his fingers get wet with your juices. You arched your back and clenched the sheets when she ran her fingers over your swollen clit and you moaned a little louder when she started moving it in small circles.

“I need to hear you” he squeezed your throat harder knowing that you liked it when he used his hands on you.

“Yes…” His fingers slid into your entrance without giving you time to process it before he started pumping two of them.

"You only know to say that?" Your mind couldn't think clearly with his fingers squeezing your throat while he moved the others in your tight pussy, you wanted to scream at him that you needed his cock but you could only blurt out his name while he fucked you to his whim.

"I want…"

“What do you want princess?” You felt the knot in your stomach unravel from the pleasure in your body before you responded and Bang Chan finally released his grip on your neck, letting you breathe “mmm… is that what you wanted?” fill my fingers with your semen?”

He removed his hand from your legs and you opened your mouth when he ran his fingers over your lips, tasting you on them. You caught your breath and turned your head a little to look at him, letting his mouth meet.

“I want your cock in my pussy, please” Bang Chan pulled away a little to release his cock and grab your leg.

Without wasting any time Bang chan got ready and shoved his cock into your pussy fitting his teeth into your shoulder as he bottomed out. You sighed in relief as you felt full and turned again to reach his lips.

“Never doubt how much I love you” along with his lips as his hips collided against you and began a slowly tortuous but precise rhythm.

His arms hooked around your waist without leaving the slightest space between his bodies, the air of his breaths mixed with the sound of his hips and the love between his hearts could be felt through the senses of him.

You were so devoted in mind and body to him that time passed very slowly, you didn't know if it was his hands massaging your clit or his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you or his hungry kisses or a mixture of everything that made your body tremble under his.

“Baby… I'm going to…”

“Just wait a little, I want to accompany you” the movements of his hips increased the sound of your moans, making the euphoria in his body rise rapidly.

“I can’t…” you begged, letting a tear fall as you tried to hold on.

“Do it, princess,” you moaned his name, surrendering your senses to the pleasure in your body, feeling Bang Chan's cock tremble inside you and spilling his seed inside you, mixing his juices.

You closed your eyes recovering from your orgasm, Bang chan stayed in the crook of your neck whispering over and over again that he loved you.

“Let's get clean”

“I want more…” you said, shaking your hips still with his cock in your pussy.

“I thought you wanted to rest” you turned and without giving him a chance to continue talking you kissed him. Bang chan smiled and took your waist, moving away a little, he turned you and placed himself on top of you. “Tell me, I want to listen to you.”

“I love you” he eased his cock into you slowly and you moaned.

"Again"

“I love you” his thrusts went in time with your words and you didn't stop moaning again and again until dawn.

“I love you too darling” Bang chan responded lying next to you while he covered you with the sheet. I kiss your forehead and imprison your body, finally letting you rest.

[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | two.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 3.6k

—chapter content/warnings: nothing too bad since we're still in the beginning stages of things lol, cussing, friends being supportive, friends being instigators and projecting!!, hwa still being hwa, yunho being shy and awkward but very caring

You scrambled to get your literature review done, almost forgetting that you had to send it to Yunho before officially submitting it to your professor. It's a bit past midnight when Seonghwa decides it's time to drop you off— even if it gets incredibly late, he'd prefer to drop you off at home rather than let you stay.

All Seonghwa's bullshit plans.

You yawn as you quietly step into your shared apartment, careful not to wake your roommates as you pull out your laptop and finish your lit review on the kitchen island in the dark. It fucking sucks that absolutely nothing is coming to you for this review because now, Yunho is probably going to think you're just flat out dumb for not being able to see what everyone else sees.

"Hey." You whip your head up so fast you almost give yourself whiplash. Seungmin groggily walks out of his room and into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. "Why are you working out here in the dark? Did you just get home?" You nod.

"Mhm. Forgot I had to finish that literature review and send it to Yunho."

"Forgot already?"

"Shut up, okay? Not my favorite assignment to work on. Besides, I wanna give him some time to review it and chew my ass if he needs to. Rather him than Dr. Nelson at this point." You type away, probably hella nonsense and gibberish about the movie at this point.

"Hm." Seungmin hums as he quickly drinks his water. "Don't stay up too late."

"I won't. Just gonna give this a few more words then send it off." You sigh. God, you almost regret asking Yunho [out of all people] for help. He's super smart and he always knows what he's doing. Was this the right route to go? Maybe you should've just asked Dr. Nelson and dealt with it.

"Mkay. Goodnight then, Y/N." Seungmin yawns as he drags himself back to his shared room with Soobin. You decide that you're gonna take another 10 minutes to finish off the review, giving it everything you can think of right now. If it needs tweaking or any additional details, Yunho can surely step in and help. You feel exhaustion hitting you quickly, giving your review the last bout of energy you have left before you shower and call it a night.

"Done." You say to yourself, sending it off to Yunho as an attachment. 

He probably won't look at this until later.

You make sure to double check your emails and assignments, keeping track of everything that's due and needs to be turned in—

Ding.

You peep the notification that pops up on the bottom right of your laptop screen.

"1 New Email from: Jeong Yunho (jeongyh@kq.edu)"

"What the fuck?" You mutter to yourself. It hasn't been a whole 10 minutes since you sent the email. You click on the notification anyway, letting it bring you to the new email in your student inbox.

— do you have time to meet really quickly later today? i wanna go over your review with you. cool if you can't though, just prefer to talk to you in person instead of marking up your page without any explanation to back it up.

You sigh and sit there, trying to remember your schedule for tomorrow. You do have a 45 minute break in between your morning classes. Hopefully, he's free.

— sure! i'm free from 10:15-11. does that work for you?

"1 New Email from Jeong Yunho (jeongyh@kq.edu)"

— yup, i don't have class till after lunch. i'll be working at one of the booths in the library.

You sit back and respond, feeling a bit of relief.

— cool, see you. :) thanks for your help.

Yunho sits at his desk, feeling a bit awkward and nervous even though you can't see him right now. It's probably a little pathetic at how quick he opened up your email, but to be fair, you seemed like you really needed the help and that's what he wanted to give you. You aren't necessarily writing bad reviews, since you're hitting all the right points. But, he has Dr. Nelson figured out. He doesn't want just the facts— he wants you to think outside of the box, write out the emotions, feelings, outcomes of all the actions, give examples, state what your thoughts are on how this effects the surroundings, other characters. You just need to add that little umph to your reviews and give him more than the bare minimum. Yunho gets it though, it's not easy to tap into that all the time. That's why he's here to help. 

He's hoping he can be the help you need.

"Did you come in pretty late last night or was Seungmin sleep walking?" Soobin scratches the side of his head as the two of you walk towards the library.

"No, that was me." You chuckle.

"Did Seonghwa at least walk you to the door? Cause that's late."

"Yeah right." You scoff and Soobin shakes his head. "Whatever though, he drops me off as close as possible to our building."

"Still. He should at least walk you halfway."

"Mm, yeah." Is all you respond with. "Anyway, lunch later? I have to meet with Yunho to talk about this review."

"Oh? You're actually meeting with him? That's new. I feel like that's something out of the ordinary for Yunho."

"He asked if we could so that he could explain better instead of just marking up my review." 

"That's nice of him."

"Yeah, hopefully I'm not too much of a pain in the ass."

"Doubt it. You just need a little guidance, that's all. Sure he'll be super helpful." Soobin smirks. "He seems to not go out of his way for people, maybe he likes you."

"Are you serious right now? All because I need help over a literature review." Soobin laughs.

"Just saying. I already like Yunho way more than Seonghwa."

"Okay, I'm leaving. I'll see you later." You roll your eyes and enter the quieter side of the library where the booths are located. It's easy to spot Yunho, especially with that towering figure of his even while sitting. Today, he's wearing a navy and white flannel, with a grey shirt underneath. His hair falls to his face as he leans over to write some notes. He has one finger placed on a page in his textbook, while the other hand is busily writing away. He glances to and from every now and then, only looking up at his surroundings when he feels you approaching.

"Um, hi." You awkwardly stand near the booth with your books tucked against your chest. He simply looks at you before giving you a tiny, pursed smile and returning his attention to his books.

"Hey." He moves his book and notebook closer to himself in order to give you some room. "Sorry, just need to finish this right quick."

"That's okay. Take your time." You slide in awkwardly and set your books on the surface of the table. "Thanks for going over my review."

"No worries." He says softly before finishing up his notes and shutting his books closed. He brings out his laptop and types away to unlock it, pulling up your document before turning the laptop towards you. "So."

"Sorry, I know it was bad." You look at him, a little shy and embarrassed. He tilts his head a bit and furrows his brow while looking at you.

"Huh? No, it wasn't bad, Y/N." He lets out a small chuckle. "You're hitting the right points, Dr. Nelson is just super complex and wants you to use these facts a bit more." He points at a line in your review. "You talk about the characters feelings here after an upsetting moment, which is right. But, how does it affect their surroundings? Their actions, the people around them, what they get themselves into to cope. How does feeling bad branch out to all these things? Why? How does it contribute to their overall attitude, to the overall character?" You nod. 

"It seems so easy to talk about, but I don't know why I have so much trouble doing it. I feel kinda dumb." He shrugs.

"You're not. You just have to dig into the details a little more and use those examples instead of staying safe and stating what we know already. It's easy to stay safe because you know what you're stating is gonna be right. Dr. Nelson just wants a little more than that, is all."

"Thanks, Yunho." He gives you a toothless smile.

"Of course. Uh," He scratches his temple. "Let's go through everything else? So, I can be of better help to you?" You nod.

"Only if you're okay with it."

"Yeah. Just wanna make sure I help you out correctly." He lets out a shy chuckle before thoroughly going through your literature review with you. He asks you the right questions, allowing you to edit your own document on his laptop while the two of you continue to converse. He shares his thoughts and the things he's included on his review, making it easier for you to understand what you were missing and leaving out in your own.

Literature was never your favorite. You partially didn't care enough to put in enough effort, hence the lack of patience and understanding with the assignments— the lack of patience and understanding with your own professor.

As 11 closes in, you sit and look at your fully edited review feeling content. You look at Yunho, a small toothless smile on your face while he awkwardly glances around the library to avoid long eye contact. He gently taps his hands against the surface of the table, waiting for you to break the silence.

Which, you eventually do.

Thank god.

"Yunho, I feel so much better about this." You slide the laptop over to him. "Thanks for helping me, seriously. I don't know what I'd do if I had to see Dr. Nelson's comments again."

"It's not a problem." He shrugs. "I um, can continue to look at your reviews if you want?" Your eyes light up as you nod delightfully.

"Really?"

"Sure."

"I have to repay you somehow, that's too much on your plate isn't it?"

"It's not. I wouldn't offer if it was." He chuckles a bit.

"Lunch one day?"

"You don't have to."

"I would like to. Or, if our schedules don't work, we can always meet for coffee and go in on the café desserts."

"Sounds good." He smiles and pulls out his phone to slide it towards you. "Mm, do you think I can grab your number? Sorry, don't mean to be lame about it. I just figured it'd be easier instead of emailing each other. Unless that's what you.. prefer?" You chuckle and shake your head.

"No, this is totally easier. Don't worry." You plug your number in before sliding it back to me. "There."

"That's me." He says after giving you a quick ring so you can save his number on your own phone. You start to gather your things to start heading to class when you hear a familiar laugh come from one of the aisles to your right. You turn over your shoulder to catch wind of the noise, finding Seonghwa deep in conversation with another classmate, another senior girl [actually this one is probably Hyeri?] She seems to be laughing at his jokes, even though they probably aren't that funny. Somehow, the way he looks at her [along with any other female who isn't you] breaks your heart.

Breaks your heart even though there isn't anything else left to break.

Seonghwa briefly makes eye contact with you before his eyes quickly dart to Yunho, then back to Hyeri in front of him. You quietly continue to gather your things and swallow the lump forming in your throat, unsure why you allow this feeling to completely ruin your mood. Yunho takes note, for sure though. Again, he's not sure if he should feel bad because you surely knew what it was like getting tangled with Seonghwa. That was no secret on campus. However, he's an empath, and seeing that you've been kind and calm around him— he can't help but feel bad. A tiny bit sad, upset even, that you continue to let yourself mess around with Seonghwa when you deserve so much more.

Yunho challenges Seonghwa a bit though, letting his eyes linger on him until Seonghwa breaks away first. He checks on you and parts his lips slightly because he wants to say something, anything— he's just not sure what. Eventually, he settles with:

"Are you okay?" It's clear you're not and Yunho immediately feels stupid as fuck for settling with that question.

"Hm, yeah. Just tired, is all." He nods, watching as you slide out of the booth and swing your bag strap over your shoulder.

"Don't hesitate to text me if you need anything else. I'll try and help." When he says it, he's hoping you can catch onto the fact that he's someone who could listen to your troubles. He's not good with words or opening up to people, but he thinks he could at least offer that after seeing the way you sank in front of him. His eyes dart back up to you when you tuck your books back to your chest and smile at him.

"I will. Thanks again, Yunho. Lunch or coffee soon, okay?" You say sweetly before leaving him back to his lonesome. 

"How was your date with Yunho?" Soobin asks as he forks his salad and takes a big bite. You glare at him before shaking your head.

"This is how rumors spread, you idiot." Chaery smacks him on the back of the head, making him laugh but slightly wince in pain at the same time.

"I'll whoop your ass if you say that word and Yunho in the same sentence one more time." You roll your eyes. "My literature review session with him went fine. He did help me out a lot, practically added another page to my review from all the edits we made."

"That's good." Soobin says, laughing. "Are you gonna have him review your literature stuff from now on?"

"Probably, it comes so easy for him. Or, maybe I just lack the patience." You shrug. "But, his help would definitely be nice. I need to push my grade up."

"Mhm." Soobin wiggles his brows.

"He's pushing this Yunho agenda so much." You point at Soobin while looking at Chaery and she shrugs.

"I mean don't get me wrong, I'm on the same bloat." You glare at her. "But, I'm on your side more than anything!" She quickly bounces back, making you sigh.

"I give up." You mumble as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. Suddenly, your phone vibrates off to the side, making you lazily tap your screen to see who the notification is from.

"Better not be Seonghwa." You glare at Chaery once again.

"I'm taking this to the couch." You stick your tongue out before grabbing your phone and walking over to the couch in the living room. Because it's not, and you don't really wanna deal with your teasing friends even more.

yunho: btw, i like this website if i don't really wanna dig too deep into the details

yunho: it's a good website that summarizes a lot of the themes in books, and they have a huge catalog

You smile and respond back, feeling appreciative that he thought of you.

yunho: srry for the triple text, hope i didnt bother

you: you didn't. thank you, yunho :) i'll bookmark this that way i won't have to bother you so much lol

yunho: you're not a bother haha but np. have a good night!

you: you too!

Then, another comes in. And of course it's Seonghwa. But, the message isn't your typical message, no. It's a message that easily rubs you the wrong way because why? Why does Seonghwa like to pull this shit?

seonghwa: since when did you talk to jeong yunho? lol

you: why does it matter?

seonghwa: it's a simple question?

you: you're ridiculous, you know? we're in the lit same class. again, not that it matters .. ?

seonghwa: how am i ridiculous? lol

you: whatever seonghwa

seonghwa: why are you upset, baby? i'm just asking. i don't see what yunho's point is

you: he has no point, he's just helping me out.

seonghwa: okay, sure lol do you wanna come over? could use your company ): 

you: not tonight

you: maybe you can call hyeri, or whatever her name is. i'm spending time with my roommates

seonghwa: baby, seriously? i was talking to a classmate. can we not fight over dumb shit again?

you: goodnight seonghwa

You sigh out of irritation, tossing your phone aside. It's a bit close to 10pm, but you feel like getting some fresh air and taking a quick walk around the complex would do you some good. 

"Chaery, can we take a walk?" She looks at you and nods.

"Sure."

"What about me?" Soobin asks with a mouth full.

"You're eating."

"I can take it with me."

"It's girl talk." He cringes a bit and shakes his head.

"Nevermind. Be safe, come back soon." You chuckle just as Chaery walks out of your shared room in a hoodie. She has one of your jackets in your hand, handing it over as she gets closer.

"It's a bit cold tonight. Jacket?" 

"Thanks." You smile at her as you throw it on and zip it up, sliding into your slippers before walking out. Chaery is right; the air is colder, crisp. It has a little bite, especially against your skin. Chaery wraps her arm around yours, pulling you close for extra body heat.

"What happened, babe?"

"Huh?"

"You told Soobin it was girl talk." You laugh a bit and nod.

"Oh yeah, right. It is." You sigh as you hold her close. "Nothing, it's just Seonghwa. He texted me just to ask when I started talking to Yunho and what his point was. Got on my nerve."

"Ew, what's his problem? Y/N, seriously. You can do so much better than him. I know it's not easy, and I know he has his moments with you. But baby, you deserve someone who is always sure about you and who will be happy to flaunt you off."

"I know." You sigh. "It's like every time I think about leaving, he does something to keep me close."

"But, it shouldn't be this way, you know? You shouldn't have to wait for these moments. It should happen every day if he really cared about you."

"Yeah." Is all you can say because what can you say? It's hard to break it off with Seonghwa because this is your routine, something you've gotten used to— his presence is something you've gotten accustomed to. Even if it he isn't necessarily the best, he keeps you company. The kind of company that you like.

"How was meeting up with Yunho? Did he help you with your review?"

"A lot. He is super helpful, and he offered to keep helping me."

"Aw." Chaery giggles. "That is so sweet of him."

"He's actually really kind, and patient. I offered to take him out for lunch or something one day."

"Cute. Yeah, you should! Get to know him. Maybe he just needs a little pushing out of his shell, you know? You could probably help him in return." You shrug.

"Maybe? He's still—" Suddenly, Chaery's eyes shoot up to the figure ahead. She does a little gasp before making a cute noise and dragging you closer.

"Yunho!" She says, waving at him. He looks a little startled, but he stops in his tracks and waits with his hands in his pockets— a shy, small smile creeping at the corner of his lips. "Wait, oh my god! I didn't realize you lived here, too! I mean, so does the majority of campus, but still!" You sure as hell didn't know either, and you feel a bit bad that you just probably never noticed. 

"Uh, yeah. I just live over there." He points at his building.

"Who do you live with?"

"Kang Yeosang." Chaery nods.

"Ah, cute. What a pair." You give her a look before shifting your attention back to Yunho. He quietly waits for the next part of the conversation, his eyes softly gazing over you. 

You're cute.

"What are you doing out here this late?"

"Could ask the same for you two." He chuckles and nervously scratches at the nape of his neck. "I, uh, can't sleep sometimes. The walk kinda helps."

"Ah, I see. Makes sense."

"So.." He awkwardly says, shifting weight from one foot to another. "Also couldn't sleep?" You shrug.

"We just needed to get out and get some air." Chaery cuts in for a follow-up to avoid any Seonghwa talk. Though, she knows Yunho wouldn't do that to you. 

"It's getting late though, and pretty cold."

"We're just gonna walk to the end then walk back."

"Hm, okay." 

"It was nice running into you." Chaery smiles. "I hope you can get some rest tonight!"

"Hopefully. Have a good night." He looks at her, then you; he gives you a very tiny, very subtle nod of acknowledgement. With that, the two of you walk past to continue your walk, Chaery praising how gentle and good-looking Yunho is until the end of the walk. Yunho knows the community is safe, but he cuts his walk short just to head up to his building and get a better view of yours. He hangs over the railing near the stairs, catching sight of you and Chaery. He watches as you circle back around to your building, slowly heading up the stairs. He can hear your laughs from where he stands, and he's glad you seem to be okay tonight.

It's good that you have great friends by your side.

When your figures disappear into the hallway, Yunho feels content, relieved— knowing you've both made it safely home. He turns on his heel to make it to his own apartment, greeted by a dark living room with echoes of Yeosang yelling at his PC.

At least you're okay. 

At least you're not outside, waiting in the cold.

At least you're with good company.

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[thebetawolfgirl]

Bonding Time pt6

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: Shower Smut. Mean Timmy and reader.

A/N: This one took a while to write because I didn’t know how to continue the story!

Bonding Time pt6

Timothée woke up tangled with y/n in the sheets when he heard someone’s phone buzzing like a wasp, he groaned sitting up and throwing the offending device in the bedside table before slamming the drawer shut and laying back down snuggling into y/n.

Turns out it was y/n’s phone buzzing because then the door started going, someone banging on it to be specifically, Timmy grumbled burying his head into her neck.

‘Just ignore them, they’ll go away.’

‘They’re going to break my door down if I don’t answer.’

Timmy looked at his watch to see it was six am ‘It’s fucking six am on a Saturday, y/n. Tell them to come back at ten like a normal human being.’

‘It’s Sarah.’ Y/n looked at her camera.

‘I take back what I said, she’s not normal at all. Who the fuck comes to someone’s home at six am?’

‘Sarah does. She’s always awake at five.’ Timmy groans burying his face in the pillow as Sarah banged on the door again, y/n grabbed her phone and turned the speaker on on the camera ‘Sarah you bang my front door like that again I’ll break every knuckle in your hand!’

She tossed her phone ignoring Sarah’s protests and hopped on the bed and kissed Timmy on the lips before breaking away ‘If you hear her hide in the bathroom.’ He smirked ‘Maybe I should answer the door.’ She looked at him smirking back ‘Definitely do that next time. Maybe with Emma, or my mother.’

Y/n threw a T-shirt on and walked out hearing Timmy call out ‘That’s my T-shirt woman.’

She smirked walking towards the door to answer it and wrenched it open. ‘What, do you want at six in the morning that couldn’t wait until later?’

‘I saw you and Timothée last night, after the party.’ Sarah blurted out.

Y/n just looked at her before turning away walking to the kitchen ‘So you were following us? That’s creepy Sarah, like really creepy.’

‘I only did it because I was worried.’

‘No, this isn’t concern, Sarah. This is some weird… I don’t even know what to call it.’

‘I was concerned about my friend walking home with some asshole-‘

‘He’s an assole because he rejected you.’ Y/n pointed her spoon at Sarah. ‘Whereas before, he walked on water.’

‘This isn’t about me, this is about you sleeping with your BROTHER.’

‘STEP brother! Jesus Christ, how many times do we need to say that.’ Timmy comes in wearing just his dress jeans and bare feet rubbing his eyes tiredly as Sarah looked on in shock.

‘What are you doing here?’

She asked annoyed and shocked as Timmy walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.

‘You followed us home? What is actually wrong with you?’ He gave her an odd look while drinking his coffee.

Y/n walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek as he stared Sarah down.

‘You need to get a life of your own instead of forcing yourself into everyone else’s.’

‘I’m looking out for my friend!’

‘Really??’ He cut through her. ‘Stacey’s your friend, and you’ve just found out the guy she’s been seeing is FUCKING his step sister. So you can’t be that good of a friend.’

‘I didn’t know about any of this until-‘

‘Until last night?’ His eyes flashed as he challenged her. ‘Who was the first person you called after you saw us?’

Y/n looked between them with a blank look on her face watching this fun little back and forth.

‘Certainly not Stacey, because I’ve had no calls from her. And she would’ve called me or showed up here last night. But she didn’t.’

‘You told Emma didn’t you?’ Y/n looked over at Sarah and shook her head.

‘You really shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not natural-‘

‘How you act as if you have a day in everyone’s lives and your need to control everyone around you isn’t natural.’ Timmy cut her off again glaring.

Y/n turned his head and kissed him to calm him. He kissed back and saw Sarah make a disgusted face ‘You don’t like what you see Sarah you know where the fucking door is.’ It was y/n that said it and Timmy smirked kissing her and lifting her up to sit on the kitchen counter and stood between her legs as Sarah stormed out slamming the door behind her.

Y/n chuckled as Timmy kissed down her neck while running his hand up her thighs. ‘Timmy.’ She let her head fall back giving him more access as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and towards the bathroom. He set her down and removed the T-shirt as he removed his jeans and followed her into the shower turning on the water. They stood under the spray of water together as he stood behind her and began kissing her shoulder.

She let her head fall back as he placed open mouth kissed against her throat running his hands up her side, he took her hands and pressed them against the wall in front of her and pinned them with one hand as he slid into her hearing her gasp and turned her head to kiss her as he began thrusting into her.

She panted against his mouth kissing him back hungrily pushing her hips back against his meeting his thrusts making him bite her lips.

He thrust harder, letting go of her hands to hold onto her waist to slam harder into her as she braced herself against the glass to steady herself. She let her head fall back against his shoulder panting heavily as he wrapped his arm around her waist and nearly lifted her off the floor ramming into her making her gasp and grip his hair pulling him for a kiss as they came together shaking and panting.

They finished washing each other and stepped out of the shower drying off in the bedroom when y/n got a notification on her phone.

‘Oh great. It’s Emma, she wants to talk.’

‘Just ignore it. Or leave it on read. Let’s just spend the day in bed, preferably at my place cause at least we won’t be disturbed there.’

Y/n nodded still looking at her phone ‘That BITCH!’ She exploded.

Timmy looked over at her and joined at the end of the bed looking over her shoulder to see that Sarah had told her mother.

‘She told my mother she’s worried about me and that everyone should get together and stage an emergency intervention for me. My mom is messaging me asking if I’m okay!’

Timmy clenched his jaw and got up getting dressed ‘That’s it, get dressed and pack some stuff.’

‘Where are we going?’ She asked getting up.

‘Going somewhere that fucking psychopath can’t find us. Pack your suitcase, we’re going out of town for a week.’

‘Oooh our first vacation together as a couple.’ She smiled kneeling on the bed in front of him and kissed him. He kissed back deepening the kiss and smirked ‘You bet!’

They stopped at his so he could pack his own suitcase as y/n called her mother assuring her she was fine. She decided to play the same game as Sarah and made a phone call.

‘Hi Mrs Winston, it’s y/n y/l/n. How are you doing? I’m good thank you so much. Yes my mom is doing well, still in the honeymoon phase.’

‘Um, Mrs Winston, I was calling to ask if you had spoken to Sarah recently? Oh no, it’s probably nothing. It’s just she came banging on my door at six this morning behaving very… unlike herself. I was just wondering if she had spoken to you or even Hailey? I asked if she was ok, but she just said she had to go and just stormed out of my house without any explanation.’

…..

‘Uh-huh…. Like I said it’s probably nothing. But, I’m going away for the week and I was just wondering you could maybe check in on her from time to time? As I said I’ve never seen her behave like this in a really long time.’

Y/n looked up listening to Mrs Winston tell her how her daughter had been very excited about Chloe’s engagement and saw Timmy smirking from the doorway watching her.

‘Okay thank you so much, Mrs Winston. Give my best to Mr Winston won’t you? I will, I’ll try and enjoy my weekend break. Okay bye Mrs Winston.’

She hung up and looked at Timmy smirking ‘You, are pure evil.’

Y/n rolled her eyes and dropped her phone into her bag ‘She did the same thing to me. At least now we won’t have any hassle from her. I also messaged my mother asking her to check up on Sarah if she has the time because I’m really worried about her.’ She responded making a pretend sad face.

Timmy smirked shaking his head before pulling her in for a rough kiss which she returned.

‘You’re an evil bitch.’

‘I blame you.’

He gasps in mock offence grabbing his chest as they left the building with their cases. ‘Are you saying I corrupted your innocent little heart?’

‘Oh we both know I was never innocent.’

They got in y/n’s car and drove to the coast to the beach where Timmy had a large beach house with a beautiful view of the beach where they would have a full weekend together with no distractions.

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[beaker1636]

B is for Body Oil - Ryan

AN: I know I initially teased that B would be for blindfold, but I just couldn't get into that, however when I switched to body oil I got pretty into it. I don't think this is my best smut chapter so I apologize in advance if it is garbage but here is part 2 of the alphabet game.

“God Damnit,” Ryan yells, tossing his guitar to the side, rehearsal for the festival they fly out to in the morning clearly not going how he wants it to go.

“Ryan, Chill! We all have off days, at least it is just a rehearsal and not a performance that is not going well,” Justin says, tossing his friend a water from across the room, knowing his friend needs it without him asking.

He just groans in response, taking a drink before looking at the guys around the room. “Can we please play the song one last time before we go?”

“No, I don’t think that is a good idea.  I think it is best we just call it a day, I know it’ll sound fine on Saturday when we play and we all could use some time to relax tonight before we leave in the morning,” Chris says, moving to gather his things off the table in front of him. He also gives Vinny a look to show he is not impressed with the younger texting while they are talking.

“Wait, Vin, you never gave Ryan his letter,” Rick says, trying to break the tension between his friends, and low key hoping that it will be something that will help Ryan relax so he isn’t such a dick tomorrow.

“Oh, I just told Lottie to give what they need to Ariana, It’ll help you relax but I figured I would let it be a surprise because if you knew you wouldn’t let her do what she wants to with it,” Vinny says, smiling slightly at Ryan who looks ready to neuter the drummer.

“Can he even fucking do that? Not tell me what my task is?” Ryan spits out, the annoyance clear as day in his words as he continues to glare the younger man down. 

“I would say that is against the rules but technically only one of you need to know what it is to complete it and we never said the task can’t be given to our girls so….” Chris cuts off, giving a sheepish grin to Ryan.

“Trust me, it will help you relax and I think you really could benefit from relaxing right now,” Vinny says, grabbing his keys off the table in front of him and taking off out the door of the practice space before Ryan has a chance to come after him for this.

“Shit, for all our sakes we need you to fucking relax before we leave too,” Justin says, grabbing his things off the table and looking at Ryan now too.

“I pick what you have to do next dickhead, I’d watch what you say,” Ryan growls as he storms off to his car.

At Home

Ryan walks into your shared home, tossing his keys on the kitchen table and making his way to where you stand in front of the stove, working on finishing up his favorite dinner as you were warned he was in a terrible mood.

“Hey baby, dinner will be done in a half an hour or so, why don’t you go take a shower to decompress after rehearsal.  I left your favorite pajama pants in the bathroom already for you,” you say, turning to give him a kiss and a quick kiss before going back to cooking.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” he responds, pulling you into a tight back hug, catching you off guard before he trudges his way up the stairs towards your bathroom.

Right as you are finishing up plating the meal and putting them both on the table he walks back down, his hair now wet and dripping on his shirtless frame as he watches you set the table for the two of you.  When he catches your eyes he opens his arms up for a hug, silently asking you to give him.  You do so gladly, resting your face on his chest while he holds you tight, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

“I love you Ry,” you say softly, knowing that he needs to hear the words tonight.

You both take a seat at the dining table, you eating dinner while he vents about everything that went wrong with his day.  You listen, knowing that he doesn’t want you to say anything, just wanting to get all his frustrations off his chest.  Ryan has never been one to talk about his feelings or what is bothering him with anyone, but it is different with you.  You are his safe space, he knows that he can talk to you about anything and you will never judge him for what he says, he can trust you to accept what he has to say and to accept him no matter what.

“Thank you for listening Ari, I do feel better getting everything out,” he says, giving you a small smile as you both finish up.

“Good, now to relax you completely I need you to go strip completely and lay down on your stomach on our bed, just trust me baby,” you give him a quick kiss before grabbing both of your plates to take them to the kitchen, waiting until you hear his steps go up the stairs towards your room to follow him.

“Did you want me laying on the towels or…” Ryan asks, glancing at you as he strips out of his pants and boxers.

“Oh shit, yes please,” you answer as you move to dim the lights and strip down to your sports bra and panties so that you won’t get oil all over your clothing.

“So what exactly are you doing?” Ryan asks when he feels you sit down on his ass and hears something opening.

“B is for body oil, and you need to relax so I am using it to give you a full body massage.  Thank god I took those classes huh?” you ask him as you let some of the oil drop on his neck, starting to rub right below his hairline.

You move to the base of his neck, squeezing slightly before working your hands out towards his shoulders and repeating the action on both sides several times until you can feel the tension in those muscles leave.  Following that with his shoulders you apply pressure, rolling them both forward and back, feeling his whole body begin to relax from your touches.

Ryan lets out a sigh, “I forgot how wonderful you are with your hands Ari, this feels amazing.”

“Shh, no talking.  Just focus on relaxing and my touch.” you softly respond, not wanting to break the calm, relaxed mood that there currently is in the room.

You drop more oil from the bottle directly onto the skin of his back and bring your hands to his spine, applying pressure as you make circular motions with your thumbs, moving back outwards over and over as you make your way down his back.

Next you chose to move on to his hands, starting at his palm where you press firmly with your thumbs before moving them outwards towards his finger.  Moving to his wrists where you make long strokes moving up towards his shoulders before repeating it on his other arm.

You lift yourself off of him to move towards the end of the bed so you can move on to his feet.  Applying pressure to the ball and arch of his foot you stroke up with your thumbs towards his toes before moving up his leg.  Kneading and pushing your hands up in long strokes towards his knee before doing the same moving up his thighs and then following that up with the other leg.

You move on to the part you are arguably most excited to be getting to as well as part of him you are going to enjoy the view of… his butt.  You set your hands so that your palms are each cupping a cheek as you begin slow circular motions until you notice that he is relaxed, switching to a closed fist in the center of each, using a slow twisting motion on his skin.

You smirk to yourself when you hear him groan as he shifts slightly, your sign that he is starting to get worked up from your touch.

“Roll over for me Ry,” you say gently, watching as he does so, not failing to notice that he has a slight hard on as you figured he would after you massaged his ass for quite awhile.

You settle yourself on his upper thighs so that you can begin at his collar bones and work your way down his chest, making sure that with each stroke of your arms that you rub up against him so that he will be fully hard when you are finished and get to the fun part.

When you figured he had enough of your teasing you move yourself so you are sitting next to him rather than on him.  Dripping some oil on his now very hard cock, leaving some light teasing touches before wrapping your hand around him, stroking him as the oil makes your hand easily glide across him.

His hand moves so that he wraps his hand around your wrist, stopping you.

“Ari, Can you please strip for me? I want to see you,” he says softly, meeting your gaze with his half lidded, lust filled eyes.

You simply nod and move so that you can remove your bra and panties, figuring if that is what he wants then that he will get, this is all about him tonight.

“Do you want me to show you another fun use for the oil Ry?” you ask, watching as your drip more oil on his cock.

He nods, watching closely as you move to straddle his upper thighs, shifting so that he is rubbing in between tour folds, specifically so he is rubbing against your clit as you begin to rock your hips back and forth on his.  Both of you groaning at the friction and pleasure that the movement brings you.

The way the oil allows the two of you to glide against each other with such ease brings a new sensation that neither of you have experienced before.  You keep your movements slow, knowing that the buildup will make the ending more enjoyable. Ryan has enough of that though and grabs your hips, holding you on him as he stops you and grinds himself up against you with need, groaning out as you both begin to get close.  He finishes against you with a sigh, his cum all over your folds and beginning to drip back down on him.

When he comes back down from his high he lightly pushes on you, helping you to lay on your back as he settles himself between your legs, enjoying the sight of his cum all over your folds.

“Well, I can’t make you suffer when you were so close, especially when your pussy looks so amazing covered in my cum… but I bet it will look even better when I use it as lube,” he says, gathering some of it on a couple of his fingers before he roughly thrusts them inside of you, fucking you with them as he watches closely.

You groan, feeling yourself getting close yet again as he continues to push you closer to the edge with his fingers pumping inside of you.

“You are enjoying this aren’t you, loving the thought of having my cum inside of you,” he growls, his tone getting dark as he watches you begin to come undone.

He begins to circle your clit with your thumb knowing that you need a little more to finally let go.  Your orgasm hitting you abruptly, catching both of you completely off guard as you have never finished that quickly before.

“Fuck, that was hot,” ryan says as he steps away from you to go get a washcloth from the attached bathroom to help you clean yourself up.

After he helps you up off the bed, both of you getting dressed in your pajamas and taking the towels off the bed so you can lay down.  Your head on his chest as he plays with your hair. 

“Well the little shit was right, it definitely did relax me,” Ryan says as a joke as he turns the light off, both of you so relaxed you fall asleep rather quickly. 

You both wind up oversleeping, and you barely get Ryan to the airport on time in the morning, making everyone laugh as they realized that you trying to relax him clearly worked.

[gretavangroupie]

Struck (Chapter 3)

Word count: 12.3k+

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, smut, fluff.

Struck Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.

DANNY POV

Bzz. Bzz.

Your eyes open slightly at the sound of your phone vibrating on the nightstand next to you. You are completely wrapped around her. You’re not sure if either of you moved after finally falling asleep last night. The smell of her honey scented shampoo mixed with the slight smoky smell from the bar last night, sends a warm feeling through your chest. You rub your fingers against the sliver of skin underneath them, somewhere along her waist. 

She is so soft. God I want her.

Bzz. Bzz. it buzzes again.

Okay, damn.

You very carefully pull your arm from underneath hers trying not to wake her, as you roll over and grab your phone. 

A shockwave of reality passes through you as you see Josh’s name on the screen. 

Josh: What does your day look like?

Josh: I had an idea, want to see if you can put it into a track. Let me know.

You: Yeah, I can meet up with you later. I’ll call you.

Your mind is suddenly flooded with guilt as you lay next to the very girl you told him you would be forgetting about. But you couldn’t. You just couldn’t leave her alone and now she is in your bed. Right next to you, cuddled up on a pillow like a fucking angel.

You look over at her, in your t-shirt and the guilt washes over you in another wave.

What am I doing? Why is she here with you? 

Fuck… I took it too far. 

You slide out of the bed, taking a final glance over to her sleeping figure, knowing that this is as far as you can ever let this go.

You grab a change of clothes from your bag and pad off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You take a quick shower, hoping maybe the scalding water will rinse the guilt away, but it doesn't. You feel bad for letting it get this far. You feel bad for kissing her and sleeping with her, and you feel bad that even after knowing you shouldn’t; that you can't, you still want her and you want to do all of those things again and again. 

Stepping out, you brush your teeth and get dressed, trying to figure out how you are going to approach the situation when she wakes up.

Just be cool, be cordial, and let her leave. You didn’t do anything wrong. You just let her stay. You couldn’t let her drive home after all.

You may have cuddled with her but… that’s all. 

You open the door to return to the room and you see that she is stirring around. She’s awake.

You stay by the door, to maintain some distance between the two of you. The opposite of what your body is telling you to do. You want to go to her, push the hair out of her face, ask her how she feels…just… take care of her. But you know you can’t, so you have to do the exact opposite.

“Morning. How are you feeling?” you ask. A genuine question considering how the night played out.

“I’ve seen better days.” she giggles. “Thank you for leaving me the meds and water, I needed that.” 

Of course…

You look slightly past her knowing that if you look into her eyes you will be right back where you were last night in that bar, putty in her soft delicate hands. You give her a half-hearted smile and nod in agreement.

You can see her face drop a little bit as she realizes that you have pulled back from her a bit, and you hate it.

It has to be like this. Please don’t look at me like that…

You stare at the floor for a few seconds before she breaks the silence. 

“Hey, I’m sorry about last night. I know you didn’t sign up to take care of me, and I feel horrible for overdoing it. I’ll get my things and get out of your way, I’m sure you have a lot going on.” she says quickly. “Do you mind turning around so I can get dressed?” 

You hear the words coming out of her mouth, but all you can focus on is the look of rejection painted across her face.

I wish I could tell her how badly I want her. I wish she could understand the position I’m in.

“Oh, uh yeah. No problem.” you reply shyly, turning back to the bathroom to let her change clothes and letting out a nervous sigh.

You can hear her shuffling around frantically in the room, and all you want to do is tell her. Just tell her why you’re acting this way. 

“Okay, all good. Thanks for letting me stay last night, and I am so sorry for how the night ended. It's definitely not what I intended...” she says looking dejected. She has her hand on the door handle and you know this is it.

I would do last night a million times over…

“No worries, I’m glad I could help.” your eyes meet hers and you offer her a weak smile. “I’ll see you at the show in a few weeks then?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there... Bye, Danny.” she says quietly with a soft smile. She turns her back to you and rushes out the door, slamming shut behind her.

Just like that, you let her go.

You run your hand over your face and sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed, you shared with her just moments ago.

You stand, and begin to collect all of your things, putting them back into your bag. You approach the side of the bed and see your t-shirt laying on the pillow, twisting the knife deeper. 

Thoughts of last night come rushing into your head and you allow your mind to wander for just a minute longer.

“Do you want to see a trick?”

“The cherry is the best part…” 

Fuck, it definitely is the best part….

Shaking your head, you push the thought of her lips on yours back to the back of your mind. You shove the t-shirt into the bag and zip it closed, throwing it over your shoulder and heading out the door. 

Throwing the bag into the back of your car, you put on a playlist and make the hour or so drive back home.

As you enter the freeway, ‘What Ever Happened’ starts to play, making you shudder.

Oh come on…

 You hit the button to the next song, and sure enough Fleet Foxes is the artist. 

“Fuck it, no music.” you say closing the app.

You hit the phone icon and select Josh’s contact, hearing the tone ring out.

“Daniel, what’s up?” he asks.

“We have two weeks away from each other and you want to see me after a day? If you miss me just say that.” you laugh.

“It’s not up to me when inspiration strikes! Where are you at?” he asks.

“I was a little later getting out of Detroit than I planned, but I’ll be back in about 40 minutes now.” you reply.

“Oh, how was that show?” he asks. 

“Great show, it was a good night.” you reply, trying to leave it at that, but you know Josh likes to pry.

“Oh yeah, meet anyone?” he asks.

Fucker, drop it.

“Yep, I met some fans, took a few pictures. You know, the usual.” you reply.

“Huh… alright well you want to stop by here or…” he asks.

Thank god.

“Yeah, let me swing by the house and grab my case and I’ll be over shortly.” you answer. 

“Sounds good,” he says, ending the call.

As you pull into the driveway of your house you put the car in park, but leave it running. You run inside grabbing your guitar and notebook before getting back into your car.

The whole 10 minute drive to his house you are anxious. Anxious that you’ll slip up and talk about her or what happened last night. Anxious that he will even ask about it again.  Anxious that she will text you. Anxious if she doesn’t text you.

You walk up to the front door and open it, of course it's unlocked.

“Josh?” you yell for him.

“Down here!” he yells from the basement.

You walk down the steps and see him sitting in the recliner looking at his phone, but standing up when he sees you.

“You ready?” he asks, and you nod your head.

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Six hours later you are stepping out of his front door, more ready than ever to get home and  sleep in your own bed. Your mind has been plagued all day by this girl, hardly able to focus on anything else. You thought maybe you would hear from her but you haven’t. You weren’t exactly friendly this morning, so you aren’t shocked.  Thankfully Josh didn’t bring up the show last night. You seem to be in the clear.

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Stripping your clothes off you slide into your bed and a sigh of relief rolls out of your chest. You plug in your phone and lay there as your mind is replaying the last 24 hours. Trying your hardest to not think about how she felt against your fingers this morning, you drift off quickly.

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A week and a half passes since you’ve seen her, or even spoken to her. You’re not sure how much longer you’ll be able to push her to the back of your mind. You have tried everything to clear your mind and today you find yourself on the golf course, which of course, is reminding you of her and how badly you wish she was here, playing too.

You swing your driver connecting perfectly with the ball, sending it soaring through the air and landing on the fairway. 

“Couldn’t ask for a more beautiful day.” you say turning to Brian. You like to get out and play with him every chance you get when you’re home for a few weeks. Afterall, he taught you everything you know. 

“It is a beautiful day, isn't it?” he says, patting you on the back.

As he tees up you pull out your phone and record a video of his swing cutting it off as his ball flies into the rough.. As you both get into the golf cart to head over you quickly post the video to your Instagram story, shoving your phone back into your pocket.

An hour or two and a few drinks later, you are wrapped up on the course and decompressing in the clubhouse. Your phone vibrates in your pocket and you see you have new Instagram notifications.

Your heart leaps in your chest as you see a name you recognize all too well. This is the first contact between the two of you since that night. She has replied to your story, and you can’t help the smile creeping across your face.

Her: Out of bounds, tsk tsk. Penalty stroke applied. ;)

Damn her and her golf knowledge.

Her golf talk has sent a signal straight to your groin and you groan inwardly. Ignoring her is physically painful now. You quickly close out of the message as the bartender slides you your check. You sign your name on the line and tell Brian you will see him next time. You wish you could get back here more, you miss your golfing days and now they are few and far between. 

As you walk to your car you debate with yourself on if you should reply to her message. You know what you should do, and you know what you want to do, and they are not the same things. Hearing Josh’s voice echo in your head about the repercussions, blah blah blah, you shove your phone back in your pocket, deciding to ignore the message. Only another week until the show, and you know she will be there. You are praying that she will be on the barricade, just so you can stare at her all night. 

The rest of your day is spent opening and closing that message twenty times, and looking at her instagram page being extremely careful not to like any of her photos on accident. 

You decide to call it a night and go to bed early, tired from being in the sun all day. Sliding into your cold sheets the only thing on your mind is how warm her body was against yours that morning, and how all you wanted to was to wrap her in your arms and explore every inch of her.

When your alarm wakes you the next morning you feel refreshed. You roll over grabbing your phone from the charger and clicking through your notifications. As usual your instagram is bursting at the seams, but something catches your eye. You see that she has a story posted to her page. Your finger hovers over the glowing pink circle, hesitating for a moment before finally pressing it. What you see is not what you expected. Although you're not really sure what you expected.

What you see is a photo of her and a few girls that must be her friends. They seem to be at a bar since they all have drinks in their hands. What grabs your attention most though is her smile. She seems so happy. It reminds you of the video you have of her on your phone from the day you met. She looks so beautiful, naturally pretty. Her eyes show that she had clearly been drinking for a bit. You remember those eyes. You saw them for yourself.

Clicking onto the next slide in her story your heart drops into your stomach. She's with a guy, and they are sitting comfortably in a booth together. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and his around her waist. She is leaning into him and has a different look in her eye. A look you want her to give you, not him.

What the fuck? Who is this guy?

Angrily you swipe hoping for more photos but that’s it. You quickly close out of Instagram and lay your phone on your chest. You bite the inside of your cheek as you try to process what could have been happening in that picture.

Maybe he is just a friend. Maybe it was just an innocent picture…

But then you realize. You only care about that photo because you care about her. You like her. You don’t want her to be with someone else. She should be with you, not him. 

You have tried to ignore it. You really have, but something just keeps drawing you back to her. Throwing caution to the wind you scroll to your contacts and search for her name, forgetting that you drunkenly changed it in your phone the other night. You find it and hover over the button for a second, giving yourself one last chance to do the right thing.

Fuck it. Fuck the consequences. 

You: Hey

You hit send and nervously wait to see if she replies. You kick yourself for not replying to her yesterday. Maybe if you had, last night would have never happened. Or maybe it would have, and you’d still be here nervously texting her, hoping she hasn't written you off completely. A minute or two later your phone buzzes. Relief crosses your body.

Cherry 🍒: Hi

Ah, fuck, just hi…. At least she answered. 

What do you even say? 

Hey, sorry I have been purposefully ignoring you for the last, almost two weeks, but I saw you with another guy and I'm pissed because it should be me?

Probably not.

You: How are you?

Cherry 🍒: Nursing a hangover, how are you?

You: I’m good. I thought maybe you would text me when you made it home the other day…

Cherry 🍒: I don’t know, things were feeling a little tense when I left. You made it pretty clear you didn’t really want me around and you haven’t reached out to me either, Danny. 

Fuck…I need to fix this, fast.

You: I promise you that is the opposite of what I want.

Cherry 🍒: Could have fooled me.

You: I’m sorry, I’d like to explain.  Would you maybe want to meet me for coffee?

Cherry 🍒: I can probably do that.

You: I can come to you. It would take me about an hour to get there, but you tell me when. 

Cherry 🍒: 2 o’clock? Meet me at Comet Coffee downtown.

You: See you soon.

Okay, so she's going to meet you. But what are you going to say? 

Sorry that I froze you out because my bandmate told me I had to? Sorry that I was a jerk and ignored you because I thought I was doing the right thing?

I have to tell her the truth. All of it.

HER POV

He wants to see you. 

Today. 

In like four hours…

Fuck I should not have drank last night… 

You felt like you were barely recovered from your martini outing in Detroit, but when Ash texted you and asked you to go out with her and her friends you couldn’t say no. You were smart this time though, no martinis. You peel yourself out of your bed, and trudge to the bathroom to find the Advil. You pop two into your mouth and turn on the shower. You discard your pajamas while you wait for the water to get hot. You begin to run through outfit choices in your head, knowing that you want to look cute but not like you’re trying too hard. He has been ignoring you, after all. 

But maybe he was just busy…

No… he was out playing golf yesterday.

He was short and withdrawn that morning. He made it clear how he felt. His back and forth is giving you whiplash.

You step into the spray washing off the remnants of the club last night, praying the Advil kicks in any second. You wash your hair and shave and scrub the makeup off your face before stepping out. You wrap yourself in the fluffy green towel and brush through your hair. You do a generous skin care routine and retreat back to your bedroom to scroll through social media for a bit. 

You see that you have a few replies to your story but when you see Danny’s name as a viewer it catches your attention. 

Ahh…. so he saw these…

You silently pat yourself on the back, knowing that the photo of you with Mitchell is what more than likely set him off to text you this morning. 

He must be a little jealous… 

But what he doesn't know is that you and Mitchell have been friends since 4th grade, and that he is very openly gay. 

He doesn't have to know that part. 

Tossing your phone on the bed you stand up and go through your closet. You select a dark purple tank top and a pair of black distressed jeans. You add a pair of trendy Nikes and head to the bathroom to work on your hair.

An hour later your hair and a light dusting of makeup is done, and thankfully the Advil has kicked in. You make yourself one cup of coffee before you go, to kickstart the caffeine process. 

You feel the nerves building in your chest as the clock ticks closer to time to go. 

You kissed him, and he kissed you back. He wanted you too. So why did he ice you out?

You are anxious to hear what he has to say, and you are eager to apologize again for how stupidly drunk you got. He texts you that he is 15 minutes away and you take that as your cue to leave. 

You listen to your favorite playlist on the way to calm your nerves. You pull into an empty parking spot and shut off the car. You step out, and lock your car making your way to the front door. As you step inside you quickly scan the small cafe to see if you spot him, but he isn't here yet. You walk up to the counter and order a Vanilla Latte, waiting at a side counter for them to call your name.

A few minutes later you hear your name called and you grab the warm mug in your hands, looking around for a small table. You decide to sit near the large window up front so he can easily find you, and right on cue you see him walking through the door. 

He has on a pair of dark wash jeans and a Paul McCartney t-shirt that is clearly one of his favorites by the wear around the collar. His curly hair sits perfectly around his face. He looks around the cafe, spotting you and letting a smile spread across his face. 

He immediately walks over to you and you stand up to greet him.

“Hey, beautiful” he says with a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek.

Your cheeks blush at the contact and your stomach swirls with butterflies. 

“Hi” ,you respond nervously.

“I’m going to go grab a coffee and I will be right back.” he says, stepping over to the counter. 

Okay, get it together…

You watch him as he talks to the girl at the counter, smiling and being so polite. This is the Danny you remember. You aren’t sure what was bothering him that morning, but you’re pretty sure you’re about to find out.

A minute or two later he is walking back over to your table, setting his coffee down and sitting across from you.

“Feeling any better?” he asks.

You smile, “Yes, Advil really is a miracle worker.” you laugh.

“Absolutely, I never leave home without it.” he replies.

A small silence falls over the table and he looks up at you. You can see he is trying to find the words to say, but battling within himself. So you decide to break the silence.

“Thank you for letting me stay with you that night. You totally didn’t have to, but you did…and took care of me when I was feeling sick, which I am still so embarrassed about,  so… thank you.” you say, giving him a soft smile.

His hand shoots across the table and lands on top of yours. “I wanted you to stay. I wanted to take care of you. Don’t apologize and don’t be embarrassed. I am so glad that I got to spend that time with you. I had fun that night.” he says with a smile.

“Really? I was convinced you were just taking pity on me, and by the morning you had had enough.” you say.

“Not at all. I was just in my head... That’s what I want to talk to you about.” he says.

You can feel a bit of nerves swirling in your chest, unsure of what he is going to say.

“I’m sorry that I came off the way I did that morning. The truth is, the day after we met, Josh confronted me about you. He saw my face light up as I was reading our messages and I couldn’t deny that I was interested in you. How could I not be? He shut it down right away, he is worried about the band and the repercussions that could happen when a fan is involved. We are just starting to really get traction in the industry and our image is really important. It’s not personal, he is just trying to protect our future and he is adamant about not having any sort of a relationship with a fan.” He looks sad and you’re sure this is the part where he tells you that the two of you need to cut ties.

You swallow harshly, “I understand.” your voice is weak and you’re struggling to make eye contact with him. Your chest is tight as you wait for him to confirm what you are thinking, that you won’t be hearing from him again after this.

He reaches his hand out and tilts your chin up with his finger so your eyes connect. The feeling of his fingers on your skin locking in your gaze.

“That morning… I realized just how far I had taken things the night before and I was… worried about what would happen if someone found out. You know, Josh might be right about the risk, this could end up biting me in the ass. But…I don’t care.” he flashes you a soft hopeful smile.

What?

“You haven’t left my mind since that day at the festival. I don’t know what it is, but I feel magnetized towards you. That night in Detroit… solidified it. We have so much in common, and you’re so beautiful. I want to get to know you more. I really like you, cherry.” he moves his hand to hold yours over the table.

Cherry…. He didn’t forget.

Your heart flutters at his words, but you will be damned if you cause a rift in the band that you care so much about.

“What about Josh? I don’t want to cause any issues for you or the guys…. Even if I am very, very attracted to you.” you add with a playful smirk.

“Let me worry about Josh. I will figure out a plan, but it might take some time. I want to talk to you, take you out, spend time with you… but for now, we are going to have to be careful about it. Who knows… sneaking around could be kind of fun?” he laughs and shoots you a wink.

“I’m pretty good at keeping secrets…” you say playfully.

He glides his fingertips across the top of your hand and it sends goosebumps up your arm, before pulling his hand away and picking up his coffee, sipping it while making direct eye contact with you.

“For the record, Brian’s shot was out of bounds, and he did take the penalty stroke.” he smirks.

“I told you Wagner, I am no amateur. I know an out of bounds shot when I see one.” you say throwing back the rest of your latte shooting him a soft smirk.

“So it seems.” he smiles.

“Thanks for driving all the way here, I know it's kind of a lengthy drive just for coffee…” you say.

“I spend hours and hours on the road these days. One hour is nothing, especially for you.” he smiles.

You don’t want this to end. You want to keep talking to him, get to know him more.

“Well… would you want to… come over? I don't know what your plans are today but…we could just hang out…” you ask nervously.

His smile lights up his face. “My only plans are spending the day with you.”

“Okay, can you follow me to my apartment?” you ask.

“Sounds perfect.” he smiles.

You both stand and make your way outside. He walks you to your car and you open the door.

“Oh! I have your hoodie!” you exclaim kneeling into the seat, leaning over the center console trying to grab it from the backseat. You can feel his eyes on you and you smirk.

“No, no, no. You keep it. I told you, I want you to keep it. Want to think about you wearing it.” he says, resting his arm on your open car door.

You stand back up and turn to face him, “Are you sure Danny?” you ask.

He brushes a strand of hair out of your face tucking it behind your ear, “Positive, cherry.” he says in a sultry tone.

You about melt into a puddle, right there in the Comet Coffee parking lot.

“Okay…” you say nervously, biting your lip.

His gaze is fixed upon your lips and your tongue darts out to wet them. You think you see a flicker in his eyes but he quickly looks up to meet your eyes and breaks the tension.

“Okay, I will follow you. Lead the way.” he says walking to his car.

You shut the door and turn on your car, sitting for a moment trying to collect your thoughts.

Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest. The sexual tension between the two of you has not dissipated at all. 

You make the quick drive to your apartment and park your car. He pulls in next to you and you take a deep breath, silently thanking yourself for cleaning up your apartment yesterday.

You lead him up the stairs to your front door and you unlock it, letting him walk in first. He walks into your living room and you shut the door behind yourself, nervous to hear what he will say. 

“Cute, it's very you.” he says smiling at you.

“You think?” you ask.

“Yeah, it's bright and fun and happy. Like you.” he says.

Your cheeks blush at the compliment. “Thanks….I’m gonna change if you don't mind? I will be right back.”

You saunter off to your bedroom, and grab a pair of comfy shorts and an old band t-shirt, quickly changing before stepping back out into the living room nervously.

“God, you are so cute…” he says, flipping through a book on your kitchen counter. He closes it and places his hands flat on the counter.

“I know you said you were still feeling a little hungover, and I happen to know that watching movies helps with the recovery process,” he says.

“Oh yeah, is that so? If you want to watch a movie with me, you can just ask.” you reply playfully.

“Might even gather up enough courage to hold your hand half way through.” he smiles, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh I see, well I will make sure that my hand is perfectly placed right between us so that you can grab it when you’re ready.” you both laugh.

You lead him over to the couch and sit. He sits on the far left next to the arm, and you sit in the middle, next to him. You grab the remote off the coffee table and hand it to him.

“Your idea, you get to pick.” you say.

“Hmmm…. Okay, let's have a look.” he says, scrolling through the hundreds of options. 

“Oh, I know….” he says, typing into the search bar with a devilish grin.

“When Harry Met Sally?!” you say surprised.

“It’s a classic!” he cries out.

You quickly stand up, turning off the lights and drawing your curtains shut, effectively darkening the room. Danny takes his shoes off and crosses his feet on top of the coffee table. You smile, at how he feels so comfortable with you and how the simple act of him taking off his shoes and relaxing on your couch makes your heart flutter. 

As you go to sit back on the couch he opens his arm asking you to sit closer to him, and you can't help but to scoot right into him. He is so warm and soft you aren't sure how long you will make it, watching the movie. 

Hit hits play and you feel his body relax. His hand cups around your shoulder, rubbing small circles with his finger tips. 

A few minutes into the movie he speaks.

“I’m sorry you thought I didn’t want you. I hope you know how much I really do.” he whispers into your hair. 

“I want you too...” You say into his chest, as scenes of lovers amongst autumn leaves fill the screen. You find yourself silently wondering what your situation will be with Danny when the leaves start to change in real life. 

Somewhere near the middle of the movie you feel your eyes growing heavy, as your head rests on Dannys shoulder. His left hand rests on your thigh, where he has been drawing patterns into the bare skin. 

“Cherry?” he whispers.

Your eyes pop open, “Yes?” you whisper back groggily.

“Are you falling asleep?” he asks.

“No…” you say, and he turns his head to smirk at you.

“Okay, maybe a little bit.” you giggle.

“Do you want me to go, so you can nap?” he asks.

No. Never.

“No. Don’t go. I’m awake now. Promise.” you reply.

His hand comes up to smooth the hair out of your face. 

“You’re so beautiful, no wonder you’re stuck in my head.” he whispers, looking at your hair falling over your shoulders.

Not being able to resist for a second longer you slide your hand over his face and press a soft, delicate kiss to his lips, before pulling away to look at him.

“If I kiss you back, I don’t know if I will be able to stop.” he says.

“I don’t want you to.” you reply, attaching your lips to his again. He pulls you on top of him and you straddle his legs wrapping your arms around his neck.

You can feel his hardened length pressing against you beneath his jeans and he groans at the contact. 

He groans into your mouth continuing to swirl his tongue with yours.

You are both instantly transported back to the other night, when your lips and tongues were tangled together right there in the middle of that bar. But this time there is no one around. It's just the two of you. You snake your hands into his mane of curls and deepen the kiss further, lifting up to reposition yourself on his lap. His hands reach out to rest on your hips, gliding you over him, pressing firmly on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You groan into his mouth as you pull back, biting his bottom lip, when you feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. You pull all the way back and look at him.

“Ignore it.” he says continuing to kiss you.

“No, Danny, get it…. I can wait.” you say devilishly licking your lips.

A sigh leaves his chest and he pulls it out of his pocket. Josh is calling.

“Shit.” he says, his eyes flicking to you. He places a finger over your lips as he answers the call.

“Hey, man.” he answers.

You part your lips and suck his finger into your mouth, gently swirling your tongue around his digit.

‘Fuck’ he mouths, his hips pressing upward into you.

“Hey, what's up?” he says. The volume is clearly very loud on Danny's phone, since you can hear every word being said. 

Rockstar ears…

“Oh, nothing much. What about you?” he says, shaking his head at you. You continue to suck his finger into your mouth, flattening your tongue against it.

He mouths the words ‘bad girl’ at you, letting his other fingers sweep across your cheek.

“Well I was just gonna run by your place for a second and let you look at these lyrics.” he says.

Panic flashes across his face. “Oh I’m not home...” he says.

“Well, we live 15 minutes from everywhere Daniel, I can wait.” he says.

‘Fuck’ silently leaves his mouth and you pull his finger from your mouth, placing a kiss on the tip, sliding off of his lap. His hand slides with you and rests on your shoulder, twirling the hairs at the base of your neck. You can tell he was not ready for this moment to end.

“Well I am right in the middle of something, but I will wrap it up and head that way. I will call you when I'm 15 out.” he says.

“Sounds good, man see you soon.” Josh says, ending the call.

A sigh leaves his chest.

“I swear it's like he has a sixth sense. He texted me that morning in the hotel room too. Can’t let me enjoy you for longer than five minutes at a time...” he jokes.

“That’s okay. I enjoy our five minute makeouts.” you giggle.

“God, I do not want to leave. But if I don't get on the road in the next five minutes he is going to start asking questions.” he says, shaking his head. 

“Go! I don’t want to get you in trouble. We can finish the movie another time.” you smirk.

“Yes, and we will. I have to recite Meg Ryan's monologue at the end, word for word and see if you still like me after.” he jokes, tying his shoes.

“Just knowing that you know it is enough for me.” you say leaning over kissing his cheek.

“Oh cherry... ” he says sighing, running his hand across the top of your thighs before standing up. He adjusts himself quickly as he stands and grabs his keys, phone and wallet from the coffee table. 

“I’ll text you?” he asks, walking to the door.

“Will you? You don’t have a good track record…” you say playfully.

“You’re trouble, cherry.” he says, smirking, opening the door. 

He quickly turns around taking you in his arms, pressing his lips firmly to yours, in a spine tingling kiss. 

“I like trouble.” he says, releasing you and stepping out of the door. “See you soon.”

Shutting the door behind you, you back yourself into it and sink down to the floor.

Somehow, some way you’re now sneaking around with Daniel Wagner, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

DANNY POV

How am I going to explain this to Josh?

Wait, why do I have to explain anything? I am a grown ass adult. I don’t have to tell him shit.

Your mind races almost as fast as your car on the freeway. You have sped home, in record time. You shoot Josh a quick text letting him know you’re 15 minutes out and he replies that he is on his way over. 

All you have to say is that you were out running an errand. Leave it at that.

As you pull into your driveway, he is already there, still waiting in his car. 

You step out and walk up to his window, knocking on it twice.

He shuts off his car and steps out, “So glad you could make it…” he says suspiciously.

“Wasn’t planning on doing anything today, so I went to run some errands.” you say, walking up to the door, unlocking it and letting yourself in. 

“Alright, anyways, let me show you these lyrics…” he says, pulling out his tattered notebook.

Thankfully he doesn’t pry, and he leaves after about an hour. As you sit on your couch flipping through channels, your mind wanders to her. You pull out your phone and send her a picture of your feet propped up on your coffee table, the same way they were on hers, the tv in the background showing a couple arguing.

You: *IMAGE*

You: Harry and Sally look different now…

Cherry 🍒: Lol, unsurprisingly I have not moved from the same spot. Although I am kinda missing your arms around me. Maybe we should have just taken a nap after all.

You: I promise I will turn on do not disturb next time.

Cherry 🍒: Next time… 

You: If you want there to be a next time…

Cherry 🍒: Of course I do, I didn’t want you to leave.

You: Neither did I. Really wanted to continue what we were doing…

Cherry 🍒: You and I both.

Cherry 🍒: Although we both know how it ends…

What?

You: What do you mean?

Cherry 🍒: Her and Harry fall in love after all…

Cherry 🍒: ;)

You: You really are trouble…

Cherry 🍒: You have no idea… yet. 

You: I intend to find out.

The following days are spent in anticipation of seeing each other at the show in a few days, exchanging funny texts and pictures back and forth and overall just enjoying talking to each other. You talk about meeting up after the show and getting drinks, and she jokes about not having martinis, but all you can think about is how cute she was when the alcohol got into her system and how pink her cheeks were, and how bubbly and fun she was, even after just one martini. You secretly hope she has 10, and somehow ends up back in your room again. 

 As the show date approaches though, you feel a bit of anxiety blooming in your chest at the possibility of Josh finding out that you two have been sneaking around. You’re not sure how he would find out, but even the slightest chance has you nervous. You talk to her about playing it cool, and she is totally on board and agrees. You make plans for after the show and you are counting the minutes until you get to see her beautiful face again.

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“Danny, you good?” Sams asks. He has obviously noticed your leg bouncing up and down incessantly. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just nervous for some reason.” you answer, slowing the repetitive motion of your leg. 

“Okay...” he says, walking away to join Jake on the couch with his cocktail.

But you know the reason. You know exactly why, and she is more than likely here in the building with you right now. You sink down into the club chair in the green room and pull your phone from your pocket, secretively sending her a text.

You: You here?

Cherry 🍒: Yep, I’m at the merch table. Won’t be too much longer…

You: Can’t wait to see you.

Cherry 🍒: This line needs to move quick if I am going to make it to the barricade.

You: Forget the merch, I’ll get you whatever you want. 

Cherry 🍒: I’ll be there, don’t worry. 

Cherry 🍒: I know you don’t need it, but good luck. 

You: My good luck is here. At the merch table. Meet me at WaxBar an hour after the show. See you after. ;)

You silence your phone and slide it into your backpack. You finish your drink and you can hear the openers starting and you all gather up together to take some photos. You make small talk and walk around backstage nervously. You know that once you get to the stage you will be fine, it’s just the added anxiety of knowing that she is in the crowd that is getting to you. Once you see her, you’ll feel better. 

Forty-five minutes later you hear them come over the walkies indicating you have two minutes until stage. You can hear the intro music playing and you throw back the last of your drink as you all begin to walk to the stage. As you step up and make your way to the kit you sit down and you can hear the crowd going wild. 

This is what it’s all for.

As Josh walks onto the stage they scream even louder. Jake plays the first note, as Josh makes his intro and the lights come on. Your eyes search the crowd but you don't see her.

Where is she? 

As you play through the first two songs, you get a small break as Josh talks. You search again and you see her, on the far right, close to Sam. You make eye contact and your heart flutters in your chest. Almost as if Sam spots her at the same time, he shoots a look over to you and you stare back at him. He nods his head down to the barricade and you shrug back playing dumb.

Your solo is coming up in a few minutes and you are determined to make it the best one you’ve ever played, so you do exactly that.

Catching her eyes throughout the first half of the set, gives you that extra boost of energy you need. But when Josh spots her in the crowd, he slowly turns to you and gives you a questioning look. You play it off and keep doing your thing, pretending to not know what he is on about. 

You have played a great show. All of you have. It’s been one of your best shows, but it's not surprising. The shows you play after having a break are usually better since you’re all well rested. As you work through the encore your mind is racing as you think about finally getting to see her. You have made plans to meet up, and talked about it for days, and now it's finally here. 

As you finally step off the platform you go to toss your sticks to the crowd, and you make special care to throw one her way. You don’t stick around to see if she got it, because the last thing you want to do is raise suspicion.

You walk down the little stairs on the side of the stage and you are all panting and trying to catch your breath. You’re all sweating and ready for a drink.

Walking down the hallway, you are met with crew and staff telling you how great the show was and how good you played tonight. You thank them all and rush into the green room to collect your change of clothes. 

“See any familiar faces out there tonight Daniel?” Josh asks.

“Yeah, I saw a few. How about you?” you ask.

“Yeah, you know one really caught my eye.” he says, peeling off his outfit. He is waiting for you to say that you saw her, but you won't. 

“Hmm, nice.” you reply, turning your back to him and grabbing your backpack.

“I’m gonna hit the shower.” you say, walking away from him. 

“We are going to get drinks in a little bit.” he says as you walk away.

You don’t answer, and keep walking out the door. You grab your phone out of your backpack once you enter the bathroom and see you have a text from her. 

Cherry 🍒: You think you could get me the drummers number? ;)

You: No, he’s taken.

You: I am taking a shower and changing and then I will be heading your way.

Cherry 🍒: Okay, I will only have one martini…

You: Uh oh…. 

You strip your clothes off and step into the shower, giving yourself a very quick rinse, making sure to slather yourself in your body wash, since she mentioned that she liked the way it smelled.

You step out and change into your normal clothes and fix your hair. You bring your show clothes back out to the wardrobe case and hang them on their designated hanger, when Jake spots you in the hallway.

“Hey man, we’re about to head out to the bar… we are loading up the van now,” he says.

“Oh yeah, where are you going?” you ask.

“I don't know, Sam mentioned some place called Sticks? You comin?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah I just have to… do one more thing before I go.” you say, and he nods his head and walks out the doors.

Shit. If you don't go, they will be suspicious. But if you do go, she will be just sitting there waiting for you…

As you walk past the green room you see Josh gathering his things and try not to make eye contact with him, but it doesn’t work.

“Daniel, you coming to Sticks?” he asks.

“I don’t know, I am kinda tired, thought I might just go back to the hotel and crash.” you say.

“It’s our first show for this leg, we have to go drink and celebrate. It’s the rules.” he says, placing his hand on your shoulder. “You’re coming.”

Shit. Just go and have one drink, then leave. You still have 30 minutes before you are supposed to meet her.

HER POV

Stepping out the doors of the venue you are greeted by a slight chill in the air. Fall is rapidly approaching. You walk to the corner to meet your uber and step in. Danny is supposed to be meeting you in about twenty minutes and you are glad you will get there before him to have a drink and calm your nerves. 

You walk into the bar and order yourself a martini, making a mental note that this will be your only one, and to switch to something else once he arrives. 

Although, last time you ended up in bed with him so maybe more than one isn’t such a bad idea…

You grab the drink from the bartender and go to sit at one of the little tables near the back to wait for him.  You watch the band set up and wonder what kind of music they will be playing. You check your phone and see that he should be here any minute. You quickly finish your drink and head to the bathroom to make sure you look ok. You fix your hair and reapply your lipstick. Once you feel sufficiently prettied up you make your way back to the table and wait. The band begins to play and you listen to a few songs. They are a good cover band, and you find yourself thinking about Danny and the guys starting off this same way. You look at the time and it's been 30 minutes since he was supposed to be here.

Where is he?

You shoot him a quick text.

You: Watching a cover band in the back…

You give him grace, because after all, he did just finish a show and you don't even know what the breakdown process is. For all you know he is still ‘working’.

You decide one more drink won't hurt, so you go up to the bar and order a vodka water, sticking to your decision of only one martini.

Your eyes wander to the door, hoping to see him walking in, but still you see no one.

You make your way back to your table in the back. An hour has passed since the last time you checked and he hasn’t shown up, or replied to your message. 

I think I am being stood up…

You finish your third drink and watch the band tear down their equipment. You sat through their entire set without a word from Danny. You will admit you are feeling pretty shitty. After talking all week about meeting up after the show, your heart was set on seeing him. So sitting here by yourself in this bar, just waiting to hear from him or see him walk in, you are feeling like you should have known better. 

Tossing the last of your drink back, you dig around in your purse for your wallet. You walk to the bar, and close out your tab before walking through the front door of the bar. You are feeling a little spacey, and you’re hoping the long walk back to your car will clear your head enough to be able to drive home. As you step out the door you dig around in your purse for your keys, walking away. 

Just as your fingers grasp them in the bottom of your bag you hear your name. Well sort of. 

“Cherry!” the voice calls.

He came.

You whip around to meet his gaze and he is jogging down the sidewalk to catch up to you. As he meets up with you he grabs you in his arms pulling you to him. 

“God, I am so sorry, fuck. I don't even know how long its been. I can’t believe I almost missed you.” he pants.

You pull away from him, cheeks flushed pink and still a little drunk.

“Where were you? I have been here for like two hours? I texted you…” you say.

“Right as I was leaving Josh pulled me aside, and basically forced me into going with them to some bar. I couldn’t say no. I had to go. They all saw you tonight. They would have known, you know? So I went, I had one drink, and I tried to leave. But Sam saw, and made me have another. I tried to text you but my phone was dead. I finally managed to get out of there and realized since my phone was still dead I couldn't call an Uber. I had to beg the van driver to bring me here and drop me off. I am so so so sorry. I cannot even tell you how sorry I am.” he says, his fingers twirling with yours. 

“I thought you were standing me up.” you say quietly.

“God, no. Why would I– I would never.” he says desperately and you nod your head in agreement.

He did tell you this whole thing could get crazy…

“Your cheeks are pink...” he says curiously.

“I had a few drinks while I waited.” you reply. 

“And you thought what…” he says grabbing your keys, “...that you were about to drive home?” 

He takes the keys and shoves them in his pocket. 

“Well, I didn’t know what else to do. I was just gonna go home and call it.” you reply.

“You’re not going home Cherry…” he says devilishly.

His hand grazes your warm cheeks. “I think I played the best I ever have, tonight. Seeing you out there.” 

You blush, further reddening your cheeks. “You did sound amazing, as usual.” you smile.

“I told you, my good luck was there.” he says, throwing his arm around your shoulder. You walk down the sidewalk, and enjoy every second of his warm arm being wrapped around you.

“Are you trying to get me back to your hotel room again Daniel Wagner, because I only had ONE martini this time…” you say playfully.

“Absolutely I am.” he grins down at you, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

You pull your phone out of your purse, and open Uber.

“What hotel?” you ask with a smirk.

He turns to you with a smile, “You definitely had more than one martini…” he says.

“Nope, only one martini but there were a few vodka waters mixed in…” you reply sassily.

“I can tell. You get brave when you drink.” he says, dropping his hand to your waist.

“So are you going to tell me the hotel, or are you walking me to my car?” you ask.

“Very eager tonight, Cherry…” he says.

“I’ve been waiting for weeks…” you say, suggestively.

He turns to you, studying your face. “The Saint John…” he says, sliding his hand under the hem of your shirt, sending you squirming beneath him.

“And you say I’m the eager one…” you say, typing in the destination on the Uber app.

“We have five minutes until they are here.” you say, showing him the screen.

“Can you think of anything we can do to pass the time?” he says playfully.

“I can think of a few things we have done in five minutes or less.” you whisper into his ear.

Pulling you into the alleyway next to the bar, his lips crash to yours and your hands are fisting into his hair. Your lips and tongues tangle together as his hands explore the bare skin of your waist under your shirt. He pulls away from your mouth, “I can promise you that tonight… it's going to be a lot longer than five minutes.” he says before connecting his lips back to yours.

You crane your neck upward as he sucks small kisses under your jaw. “I hope you’re right…” you breathe out.

“Oh baby, I promise.” he says, placing a kiss behind the soft part of your ear.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and indicates the Uber is arriving.

“Time to go…” you say pushing off of the brick wall. He grabs your hand in his, and lets you lead the way.

As you approach the car, he grabs the door letting you slide into the back seat before sliding in after you. 

The ride to the hotel is made in general silence, but the sexual tension is thick. You can hear your heart beating in your ears and you wonder if he can hear it too. The tops of his fingers graze your bare legs and sends a shiver through your body. 

Feeling especially bold you reach your hand over and place it directly on top of his growing bulge, grasping it in your hand. His head shoots back to the headrest and you hear the faintest whisper leave his lips.

You haven't seen it yet but you can tell it's larger than average. Releasing your grip, his hand shoots out and grabs yours placing it back as he pushes his hips forward into your hand. 

Oh he wants it, bad.

You pull up at the hotel, and you both climb out of the car. He leads you into the lobby and immediately to the elevator, pressing the button to shut the doors.

“You’re bad, Cherry.” he says, leaning against the elevator wall.

“You like it.” you reply, stepping closer to him. He grabs your hips and pulls you tightly against him.

“You feel that? I definitely like it.” he whispers against your lips.

You press your lips ever so lightly against his, “Show me.”

The doors spring open and he is pulling you out of the elevator, fumbling with his wallet to find his key card. 

As he presses it to the door, he throws it open and you both step in. 

He turns on the lights and throws his things onto the dresser, kicking off his shoes and socks.

You set your purse on the dresser next to his things and take off your shoes. 

“You know, last time I had to take your shoes off for you…” he jokes.

“Yeah, I decided that this time I’d like to be coherent when I’m with you in bed.” you reply.

You walk over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and kneel to straddle his lap.

“Let’s see, where were we…” you say playfully, calling back to your interrupted makeout a week ago.

He places his hands on your hips, pulling you down onto him, pressing a kiss to your throat, “Somewhere like… here.” 

You can feel him bulge pressing against your core and you slowly rock back and forth against him, “Hmm yeah I think you’re right.”

He takes your mouth with his and you part your lips allowing his tongue entrance to find yours. He tastes like he has been drinking whiskey. Suddenly he is wrapping his arms around your thighs and twisting the two of you over to where you are now laying on your back, and he is hovering over you, kneeling between your legs. 

He reaches up and pulls his shirt off of his body, leaving only his necklace dangling from his neck. You run your hands over his chiseled torso. You are pretty sure this is the first time you've had full access to his chest. Your hand wanders down to his belt buckle and his breath hitches. 

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask, staring up at him from beneath your thick lashes.

“No. Please don't.” he says.

Your fingers nimbly maneuver the metallic buckle, pulling the leather belt from the loops and throwing it to the floor. You run your fingertips over his abs and through his happy trail, making his abdomen tense up further.

You unbutton the button of his jeans and pull the zipper down, revealing the fabric of his boxers. You grab both, looking directly into his eyes you tug them both down his hips. He stands and kicks both off of him, letting his dick spring free, finally released from the confines of his boxers. You were right. He is huge. 

“How am I naked, and you are still fully clothed?” he asks, sliding his hands up the front of your shirt. He takes the hem of your shirt between his fingers and pulls it over your head showcasing the black lace bra you picked out for exactly this instance. He runs his fingers gently over the fabric, feeling your pebbled nipple under his fingertips. His tongue darts out wetting his lips as he leans over, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast.

“You are… so…” he kisses the other in the same way. “...beautiful.” he says trailing kisses down your stomach. You squirm beneath him and he steadies you with a warm hand on your stomach.

“Relax, cherry. I’m gonna take care of you. A promise is a promise.” he says with a wink before continuing his decent between your legs. 

He finds the top of you skirt and gently tugs it down your legs leaving you lying there in your soaked panties.

He runs his fingers over the top of your underwear and you squirm again, desperate for him to touch you.

“Oh cherry… you’re so sweet. Do you know why I call you cherry?” he asks, running his fingers across the lace of your panties, teasing you.

You shake your head, just wanting him to tell you and touch you. Just do something.

“Well that night at the bar… you tasted exactly like cherries when we kissed…I couldn’t get enough…so sweet...”

“But now I am wondering… if all of you is sweet like that…I think you are cherry... But I have to know for sure…” he says, pressing an open mouthed kiss right to the top of your panties. Your back arches at the contact and you are breathing heavily as a whimper leaves your mouth.

“I know baby, I’m almost there. You keep making those sweet noises for me, okay?” he says pulling your panties down your legs.

Oh god, I’m going to explode as soon as he touches me… 

“Danny, please…” you beg.

Scooting your body up the bed, he positions himself between your legs and with one final kiss to your inner thigh he is burying his face into your core.

Your hips buck upward into his mouth that is wrapped firmly around your clit, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud. You are unraveling piece by piece with every swipe of his tongue against you.

A moan leaves your mouth as you feel a finger enter you. Your hands thread into the curls at the top of his head forcing him down, pressing his nose to your clit. 

“Danny, fuck…” you cry out.

He groans against you, the vibration of his deep voice pushing you close to the edge. He adds another finger and you feel him begin a sweeping motion over your soft spot inside and the moans are flying out of your mouth as you fist your hands into his hair.

“Mmm, you sound so pretty cherry, you taste so sweet. I’ll never get enough.” he says, swirling his warm tongue over your clit over and over. You can feel your insides tensing and your positive he can too as his pace picks up. 

“You gonna cum for me cherry? Gonna show me how sweet you are? Such a good girl…”

His words light  the fuse for the bomb in your stomach. With one more swipe of his fingers you are exploding around him, and groaning out his name between curses. Reveling in the sheer bliss running its course through your body.

“Fuck you are so gorgeous.” he says pulling his fingers from you. He places a kiss on your stomach and parts your legs with his knee, kneeling over top of you. 

You wrap your hands around his neck and pull his lips to kiss you, tasting yourself on him. He groans into your mouth as your foot slides down the length of his leg. 

“Please” you whisper into his lips.

His hand reaches down and grabs his dick, running the tip through your folds. A deep breath leaves his chest as he struggles to control himself, placing the tip at your entrance.

Seconds later, as his lips connect with yours, he slides himself into you, groaning as your walls constrict around his more than generously sized length.

“Shit, baby you are going to have to relax or I won’t be able to move. You are so fucking tight.” he pants out. You didn't even realize how tense you were until you forced your body to relax.

“There we go, good. You’re doing so good for me cherry….” he says kissing your neck.

He begins to move his hips around back and forth slowly letting you adjust to his size. His eyes practically rolling back in his head as you clench around him with each movement. 

He looks at you, “You doing okay baby?” he asks.

You nod and arch up into him, telling him you need more, and he obliges.

Placing his hands next to your head he starts to thrust in and out of you, intently watching your face as it contorts in pleasure at the feeling of his tip grazing your g spot over and over.

You reach around him and grab his hips pulling him into you harder, while asking him to do that exact same thing.

“Harder, baby please…” you moan.

He starts to push in and out of you more rapidly, hitting that spot with a little more force. Grunts are leaving his chest as he continues to thrust into you, and you are positive you have never seen a more beautiful man.

“Danny, you feel so good…” you whine.

He pushes up to his knees, still deep inside of you, placing his hands on your hips pulling you to meet him. He begins to roll his body like a wave, hitting places inside of you, you aren't sure have ever been touched. The moans steadily roll out of you and you can tell they are getting him closer to his finish.

“Myyyyy god, you are like pure silk on my cock, cherry. You’re so fuckin good for me. I have fuckin dreamt of this, and its so so good.” he groans.

He wets his thumb on his tongue and places it firmly on your clit, rubbing it in small circles, pushing you close to the edge. 

“You gonna cum for me one more time baby? I think you are…cum for me cherry.” he says, snapping his hips into you.

 “I’m not gonna last, I need you to cum one more time for me. Want you to take me with you.” he begs.

With one more thrust and a pinch to your nipple you are clenching around him, letting your orgasm take you away, bringing him with you, as your name falls from his lips and his cum spills into you in jagged thrusts.

“Fuck, Danny…” you pant as he rolls off of you.

“God you were so worth every single second of the wait.” he says rolling to face you, swiping the hair from your sweaty neck.

He pulls your body half way onto his, and holds you against his chest. Both of you basking in the glow of your orgasms for just a few minutes, before your bladder lets you know that its still there. 

You kiss his neck and roll off of the bed, walking to the bathroom, as Danny whistles at your naked body.

You shake your head and walk into the bathroom, to pee and clean yourself up. When you return to the room you see that your clothes are now neatly folded on the chair, next to his. He has placed a t-shirt on the bed, and a pair of boxers and your heart swells at the sweet gesture.

You step over to the bed, sliding the t-shirt over your head, and the boxers onto your hips. Danny shakes out the comforter, and pulls the edge back for you to climb in. He climbs in next to you, pulling you back into his arms and letting out a sigh. 

“You know, I almost completely forgot that you played an entire show tonight.” you giggle into the darkness.

“Honestly… so did I. All I could think about all day was this.” he says into your neck.

“Ohhhh so you knew you were going to bring me here and have sex with me?” you say playfully.

“No, but I was hopeful. I meant this… just falling asleep holding you. You may not remember the last time, but I sure didn't forget it.” he says kissing the side of your head. “I’ve thought about it every night since, hoping I would get to do it again.” 

“How long until you’ll be back here? I know this leg of the tour started tonight.” you say, defeated.

“A few weeks? A month maybe? Fuck, I dont even want to think about it.” he sighs, nuzzling his face into your hair. “Before you even say it…I am going to call you every day. I will text you, probably too much… I will facetime you any chance I can sneak away. It will go by quick and then I’ll come home and spend every single night with you.”

You entwine your fingers with his, and press a kiss to his knuckles. “Promise?” you ask.

“Cherry, I swear. I want you. Need you so bad.” he says intently.

“Let’s go golfing when you get back.” you say sleepily.

“Anything you want.” he says yawning, just as you both shut your eyes.

DANNY POV

Your alarm wakes both of you far earlier than either of you planned. Different from last time, you have both moved a lot over night, and you find yourself now laying on your stomach, with an overly warm arm draped over across your back. She is laying facing you and you see her eyes open slowly, as her fingers run across your skin. You could lay here for hours just staring at her beautiful sleepy face, the feeling of her hands on you. 

“Good morning Cherry…” you manage to squeak out.

“Good morning” her tired voice says.

She snuggles up close to you as you flip over to your back. You pull her onto you and hold her there. “Just lay here with me for five minutes. Want to memorize the feeling.” you say with a sigh.

“Such a romantic…” she giggles.

“Have to have something to get me through the next few weeks.” you laugh.

As she lays her head on your chest you run your fingers lazily through her hair, feeling it, soft against your fingers.

She is so perfect. How am I going to make it a month away from her?

A few minutes later, you release her from your grip and let her roll off of you, before she heads to the bathroom. You sit up in bed, and scroll through your phone. You have about 30 minutes before you need to leave to get on the bus. 

She returns from the bathroom, still dressed in your t-shirt and boxers and you think to yourself that she will never look more beautiful than she does right now. You aren’t sure how you are going to do it but you know right then that you have to get Josh to come around to the idea of her. She deserves more than to be hidden away and doted on in secret. She deserves everything.

She walks around the room, gathering up her clothes, and shoes, slowly peeling off your layers and replacing them with her own clothes. She folds your shirt and boxers and sets them on the edge of the bed with a smile.

“Thanks, for that.” she says.

You stand up out of the bed and walk over to her, grabbing her by the hips and bringing her lips to yours. She wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you deeper.

You want to freeze this moment. Have it on standby for when you’re missing her. Be able to push play on it and feel her against you when you’re alone in your bunk every night. When you played that festival that day you could have never imagined this happening, but damn are you thankful for The Strokes at this very moment. 

As you pull away from her, she brushes the hair out of your face, “You know… you have such a pretty face.”

At the moment you aren’t sure if anyone has ever called you pretty, but you know that your heart fluttered at the sentiment. 

“But I think your smile is my favorite.” she says with a smirk, collecting her purse from the dresser.

You pull your shirt over your head and your clean jeans. She hands you the belt that she threw on the floor last night with a flirty look, an unspoken moment between the two of you.

“I’m going to miss you Cherry.” you say, grabbing her hand.

“I’ll miss you too. I need to go before anyone else gets up, I don't want to blow our cover.” she says rubbing her hand up your arm.

“I know, I just… ‘m not ready for you to leave me yet.” you say.

“I’ll never leave you, Danny…” she says in a sultry tone.

God, I hope that's true.

“I’m holding you to that.” you reply and she nods her head and giggles.

As she walks to the door, you pull her in for one last kiss, and you make it count. 

As she slips out the door, with a gentle goodbye you shut the door behind her, feeling a pang in your chest.

She has already got you wrapped around her finger.

As you walk back into the room to pack your things you hear a soft knock at the door and smile, knowing she must have forgotten something and immediately turned around. 

You walk back over to the door with a smile on your face, opening it up, but it's not her that you’re met with and your blood runs cold.

“Expecting someone else?” Josh says, leaning on the door frame.

Fuck.

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Bloodlust

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BillyxReaderxEddie

Tw: NSFW, violence, blood, BDSM, sex, drugs, alcohol, unsafe and generally offensive activities and language

18+ MINORS DNI

This is a 3 part smut-centered story on Wattpad. If anyone sees this and wants the other 2 parts, let me know in comments and I will share.

Pt 2 is here

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Part I

  Smoke billows out of the window of Billy's Chevy Camaro. There aren't many cars in the parking lot, but Billy saw what he's looking for. His mouth waters as he took the last hit on his cigarette and tosses it out his window. The van is parked near the stage door. For a moment, Billy considers smashing out all the windows and slashing the tires. The Munson freak would never recover.

He was wearing dark brown leather boots, tight faded blue jeans, and a black leather jacket with nothing underneath. If blood was shed, he'd rather wear it on his skin than ruin a perfectly good shirt. His curly brown hair rested perfectly at this shoulders, still wet from his shower.

Eddie Munson had sold Billy some pills that were supposed to help him sleep. That was four days ago. Billy hadn't slept since. At first, he considered the possibility he needed to take more for it to kick in. By the time he had taken the third pill, it was pretty evident he wasn't going to be getting rest anytime soon.

The man at the door nodded at Billy as he made his way inside. The Hideout was a small bar full of junkies and drunks. Nowhere else in the state of Indiana would allow such garbage to try to pass itself off as music. Billy liked metal, he liked lots of music, but Corroded Coffin was a joke, an insult to Ozzy Osbourne himself.

Eddie had been one of the first people to try to befriend Billy when his family had moved to Hawkins. Except for women, Billy had no interest in relationships. The two had almost become friends over the last year. Eddie always gave Billy a hell of a discount on coke, and Billy had hidden Eddie under his bed when the cops tried to arrest him for spray painting "DIE PIGS" on a Hawkins Police patrol car that had been parked at Lover's Lake.

None of that mattered anymore. Billy knew Eddie was jealous of him. Women flocked to Billy. In public. Eddie got plenty of pussy, but it was the back alley, don't tell your friends, I'll pretend I don't know you if you say hi to me kind. Billy was drowning in female attention everywhere he went. Part of it was his muscular build and part of it was how he fucked you with his eyes, whether he meant to or not.

Gareth saw Billy and waved. Billy didn't break his gaze from Eddie's scrawny frame. It would be so easy to rip him off the stage and spill his blood across the bar floor. Directly in front of Eddie, staring up from the crowd, was a breathtaking girl Billy recognized from home room.

You were drunkenly singing (screaming?) along to their cover of Shot in the Dark by Ozzy Osborne. You eyes were glassy and pink. The way you swayed your hips made Billy wonder if you'd move like that if you were on top of him in his bed. He cleared his throat just behind you. The noise startled you.

"Oh, hey Billy," you slurred, looking up and back and him. He took out a cigarette and lit it, maintaining eye contact with you. "Hey gorgeous," he flirted, placing a firm grip on your hip. "That's our last song for the night, thank you so much!", Eddie spoke into the microphone before walking off stage and placing his guitar in its case.

Billy leaned into your ear, nuzzling his nose into your hair, breathing you in deeply. "I'm here for business, but let's meet back here in 20, alright doll face?" Billy walked away with a sharp tap of your ass. You giggled at yourself, already wet from such a simple exchange.

"Hey freak!", Billy shouted. He grabbed Eddie by the shoulder and slung him around. You had seen Billy and Eddie talking at school, you assumed this was some silly hazing between friends. As you asked for another drink, you heard the sound of a fist cracking into a face. Eddie screamed. Blood flew from his mouth. "What the fuck Billy?", Eddie asked. He had one hand over his busted lip and the other up in the air.

"You sold me fucking speed, Eddie. I asked you for some sleeping pills and you gave me some shit that, honestly, I don't think I'll ever sleep again after taking these." Billy swung at Eddie again, connecting with his ribs. "What the hell, man?", Eddie screeched. "Stop! I can't fix shit if you kill me!" Eddie tried to run past Billy, but Billy grabbed him by the throat and forced him to make eye contact.

"I am going to ruin you," he growled. Eddie spit in his face. The blood and spit running down Billy's mouth almost made you throw up. Watching Billy break Eddie's face was rapidly killing your arousal. The idea of getting fucked by someone who could do this to a friend over a bad drug deal dried you up. "That was a mistake," Billy whispered.

As Eddie flew across the bar and slammed into the dart boards, the bartender pointed his hand toward the door and told both of them they needed to leave. "Gladly!", Billy shouted, grabbing you by the wrist as he went to the door. You pulled back, slowly sobering up from all of the tension. "I'm good," you said, shaking your head at him. "Are you kidding me?", Billy scoffed at you. He released you and turned to leave. As he got out of the door, Eddie flung himself on Billy's back and started shoving his fingers into Billy's eyes.

"Son of a bitch!", Eddie cried. "Fuck you fuck you fuck you!" He was sobbing, scratching at Billy's hair trying to get a good grip on it. Billy laughed, seemingly unfazed. He reached up behind himself and locked his arms around Eddie. In an instant, Eddie was on his back in front of Billy.

You had followed them outside, worried Billy might really kill Eddie if left unchecked. Eddie was rolling around on the asphalt, screaming every curse word he knew. Billy lifted his foot, aiming to stomp Eddie in the head. It all happened in slow motion. You screamed for him to stop, tripping over your own feet and knowing Billy to the ground. The three of you all got up and dusted yourselves off.

"Change your mind, babe?", Billy asked. He turns your face to him, leaning in for a kiss. You break free and run over to Eddie. "Are you ok?", you ask. Eddie shakes his head. "Nah, man. Not at all. What the fuck is wrong with you?", he yells, puffing his chest at Billy. You stand between them, half excited at the pressure they're both putting on you trying to yell at each other.

You stomp your foot and try hard to push them apart. "Billy!", you scream. "Why are you here?" Billy licks the sweet from his top lip. "The other day this bastard sold me pills. He promised they'd help me sleep. I've been up for days." Eddie's eyes widen. "Do you have any of them left? I wanna see what I did."

Billy nodded. "They're at my house. I want my fucking money back." Eddie nodded, dabbing his bandana against his bleeding mouth. "No problem, man. I haven't sold anyone uppers in like two months. My connect left the state."

"Well," Billy sighed, "You're not getting out of this easily. I'm driving you to my place. I know better than to let you leave here in that van." Eddie glances at you. "Do you need a ride?", he asks. You look around to realize the two friends who brought you here had left. "I mean, yeah, but I can go call someone on the pay phone."

Eddie grabs you and pulls you towards Billy's car. "You're my witness. If he kills me, you have to tell the cops!" Billy lets out a wicked chuckle. "Fair enough." The drive to Billy's house is silent, save the sound of cigarettes lighting. You're uneasy, and you aren't drunk anymore. If you have to sleep with Billy to make it home, you've decided that's okay, but maybe Eddie can just drop you off once he gets back to his van...

Nobody is home at Billy's. "Don't you have a little sister?", you ask, pointing at the pink tennis shoes by the door. "Step sister. The bitch is probably off with her weird friends doing nerd shit." You nod, following Billy up the stairs to his bedroom. Eddie cowers behind you, still not fully recovered from the shock of getting hit in the face.

  "My dad and his wife are out of town until tomorrow," he says, opening his bedroom door. You pause in the doorway, rolling your eyes at the bikini clad blonde taped up on his closet door. Eddie grips your shoulders. He uses you as a shield against Billy. "When I'm right, you're going to pay me and then I'm going to kill you, Munson."

  Billy pulls a pill bottle out of his dresser and chucks it as Eddie. Eddie looks at the label. "Isn't this your step mom's name?", he asks, holding the bottle up so Billy can read. Billy's nostrils flare as Eddie bursts out laughing. "You hit me because you mixed up your shit!", he mocked, swinging fake punches towards Billy. "Let's go outside so I can get even!"

"How about we just go back to The Hideout and somebody take me home," you suggested. "Let's take Billy's mom's diet pills and punch some people in the face!", Eddie cheers. Billy takes off his boots and sits on his bed. "I bet you won't kiss her," he says to Eddie, pointing two fingers at you.

Eddie looked at you, looks at Billy, and puts his hands on his hips. "What?" Billy repeats himself. "I bet you won't kiss her. You don't have the balls." Eddie scrunches up his face in confusion. You look up at Eddie through your eyelashes, suddenly very attracted to him. You'd not yet realized how deep and dark his eyes were. "You don't have to," you frowned.

Your lips were suddenly smashed against his. Your hands were in his hair and his were wrapped around your waist. Billy's bed creaked as he shifted his weight to take off his belt and undo his zipper. You paid him no mind as Eddie squeezed your ass and pulled you closer to him. You were breathing in his breath, swallowing his spit, your core aching to be touched.

  A moan fell from your mouth into Eddie's. He reached to take off your shirt. "She's so pretty, isn't she?", Billy asked. Eddie looked over, surprised Billy was still there. You realized Billy's hand was stroking his impressive erection. "What exactly are we doing here?", Eddie asked. Billy raised an eyebrow at you.

  "I still want to kick your ass, Munson. But maybe, just maybe, we can work this out some other way. I like to watch." Eddie winced. "You want me to fuck her in front of you or you'll beat me up?" Billy nodded. His eyes burned right through you. You felt so vulnerable, so wanted, so turned on.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. You don't deserve to be dragged through this bullshit. Hopefully I can still see straight to take you home after this pervert murders me." Eddie releases his grip on you, opening himself up for Billy to swing. Billy stands and he's only wearing boxers. His dick is so hard it's poking through the hole in the front of them.

Eddie closes his eyes and braces for impact. You keep your eyes on Billy. His muscles are too relaxed for fighting. You know better. Your breath catches in your throat as Billy nibbles on your earlobe. His left hand is unbuttoning your pants while his right hand is unhooking your bra. You're completely topless now.

  You moan quietly as Billy's tongue traces a circle around your nipple. Hearing this, Eddie peeks out and let's out a sigh of relief. "You guys enjoy yourselves," he huffs, heading for the door. Billy lets you go and jumps between Eddie and his exit. "No way, if I can't watch, you'll watch."

[storiesofsvu]

Bad Day Turned Good

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings; language, alcohol consumption, smut. Covers the "oral" square for @thatesqcrush kink bingo and fills a req for @misscharlielulu I won't lie to you, this took me ages to write, and I got very uninspired halfway through so I left it with a bit of a cut off ending despite planning to go at least a little bit passed that originally. gotta leave me some inspiration for other fics LOL.

You had had the absolute worst week of your life; it was simply one thing after another and you weren’t sure if you were at your breaking point or passed it. First you had some terrible days at work, where all you could do was keep your mouth shut to not lose your job, your boss coming down on you for a plethora of mistakes that weren’t actually your fault. When you got home Friday night all you wanted was a hefty glass of wine, some delicious take out and a nice soak in the tub to make it all go away. So it was a very unpleasant surprise when the restaurant was out of your favourite and had discontinued your back up meal, you nearly tripped over you neighbor's cat on the stairs (who wasn’t even supposed to be out of the apartment) causing you to drop and smash the bottle of wine. Finally, when you got to your apartment door there was a notice from the building’s super saying that the water was going to be off for the entirety of the weekend, all the water, not just the hot stuff.

You let out a loud frustrated groan, stuck between wanting to smash something else, or burst into tears, you weren’t quite sure. Instead you dug through your fridge, finding an old bottle of beer that would have to do and grumbled your way to the kitchen island to dig into your take out. You got about three bites into it and realized the chicken was horribly overcooked and let out a little groan, dropping your head down to the island in front of you. Glancing up at the clock you decided it wasn’t too early to hit up the pub around the corner, at least there you’d have hot, fresh food and an endless supply of alcohol you actually preferred.

*

Down at the bar you settled into a half booth against the wall, the high top of the table looking out into the room and promptly ordered a glass of wine and a chicken penne ala vodka. The instant the food and drink hit your lips you felt your body melt in relaxation, even if you weren’t in the privacy of your own home, you had something to help make you forget your terrible week.

Once you’d finished eating you ordered another glass of wine, setting up your relaxation for the rest of the weekend. You scrolled through a number of apps on your phone, replied to a couple of emails and enjoyed your wine. You debated how you were going to get through the entire weekend without any water, sure you could shower at the gym but everything else would still be a huge hassle. You could show up to your parents house up in Jersey but that was about the last thing you wanted to do. Back in your childhood bedroom, constant lectures on how to live your life, interrogations about when you were going to get married and pop out a couple of kids when the closest thing to a partner you had was your vibrator. You were flipping through your most recent text chains, wondering if a friend had a couch that you could crash on for a night when you noticed movement on the other side of the table, figuring the server was back over you barely glanced up.

“I’ll grab another one please.”

“First I’d have to know what you’re drinking.” The voice came back with a slight tease to it and you were instantly pulled from your distraction, gaze shooting up to take in the man in front of you. Adorable grin on his cheeks, sparkle in his eyes and beer in his hand.

“Oh, sorry. I thought you were the server.” You let out a small laugh, “guess not.”

“I mean… I was gonna ask if I could buy you a drink.” He reached out his free hand across the table, “Joe.”

“Y/n.” You smiled as you accepted the handshake.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.” Smile on your lips you took another sip of your wine, watching as he settled into the table across from you. He was dressed casually enough for you to know he likely wasn’t some Wall Street douchebag but not overly casual, a form fitting tee and dark jeans. While you could see the slyness in his grin, you could feel the softness from behind it, one that told you if you suddenly flirted back as hard as he was, you’d probably succeed in flustering him.

“What brings you out tonight?” He asked and you let out a huff of a laugh.

“A pretty fucking terrible week, yourself?”

“Needed a bit of a break from reality.”

“Seems like we were meant to run into each other, hey?” You grinned back at him, a sparkle in your eye as your suspicion was confirmed when his cheeks flushed slightly and he ducked his gaze to take a sip of his beer.

*

It didn’t take long for Joe to ask if you wanted to get out of there, and it didn’t take long after that to hurry your way into his apartment, conveniently only three blocks away. You were on the same page, wanting to feel better after your shitty weeks, wanted to forget about the world for a little bit, and there certainly was one very easy way to do that. The door swung shut behind you to quickly be locked while coats and shoes were shrugged off, dropping to the floor as your lips meet in a fiery kiss, hands prying at the other’s clothing, aching to feel skin on skin. Joe tugged your shirt over your head as your hands snuck under his shirt, nails scratching lightly at his skin and his breath caught in his throat. He broke the kiss as you pulled the offending fabric off, hands roaming his bare skin. His hand sunk lower, groping at your ass before smacking lightly, urging you to jump up into his arms and you followed his lead, legs wrapping around his waist.

He moved you through the space, bracing against the wall while his tongue dove into your mouth, exploring every inch of you as it danced with your own tongue. Your hands scratched up his sides, coming to tangle in the short strands of his hair, tugging ever so lightly. His hips ground against yours and you couldn’t help but break the kiss with a breathless moan. Joe took advantage, lips trailing across your jaw, nipping at your earlobe before leaving sloppy kisses down your neck, teeth scraping against your skin, pulling more whines and moans from your parted lips. His hands massaged at your ass again, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants as he moved you from the wall, tugging them down you legs as you kicked them off. He dropped you down onto the extension of the sectional couch, chuckling as you let out a little giggle, bouncing against the cushions.

“God you’re beautiful…” he murmured, dropping over you, caging you into the couch as you let out another little laugh, one that morphed into a moan as his mouth trailed across your skin, nipping at your collarbone. Joe’s hands wrapped around you, undoing your bra, sliding it down your arms before he let out a groan at your bare chest.

“Oh fuck…” you whimpered when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking and lapping eagerly, his fingers mirroring the actions on the other side.

He couldn’t help himself, not wanting to wait any longer and he knew he was in the clear with the way your hands were pawing at him, tugging into his hair, hips rolling up against where he had you pinned to the couch. His lips formed a grin against your chest and he pulled your nipple back, letting it go with a lewd pop before he sunk lower on you body. Fingers slipping into your panties he tugged them down your legs, dropping them to the floor before he settled himself between your legs, hands on your thighs as he spread you wide for him. He let out a small swear at the sight of your cunt glistening with juices already, ready and waiting for him.

Joe wrapped his arms around your thighs, pinning you to the couch as his mouth surged forward, tongue making a broad stroke through your folds. You let out a gasp at the sensation, your head thrown back into the cushions as he repeated the motion, tip of his tongue flicking against your clit. He couldn’t help but groan at the taste, his lips wrapping around your pussy as his tongue delved deeper into it, eating you with expertise. Your hands gripped into his hair, tightly holding him to you and you could feel his lips form a smirk against your skin. His tongue lapped through you again, letting out a small groan as he did so before his lips wrapped around your clit and you let out a moan, nails scratching at his scalp. Hearing the way your breathing picked up, the way your hips rocked up towards him he continued his onslaught, sucking your throbbing nub into his mouth, tongue writing patterns across it. Joe couldn’t help but moan, burying his face into your pussy and you let out a whine at the vibrations it caused.

“More… please…” you begged and he chuckled, pulling another gasp from you as your hips ground against his face.

He lifted his hand, two fingers teasing your slit for only a moment before you let out a whimper and he sunk them into your dripping cunt.

“Fuck!”

Your hips shot up off the couch and his fingers began to easily thrust in and out of you as your pussy fluttered around them. His eyes darted up, watching you for a moment, your body glistening with a layer of sweat, chest heaving as he continued his motions, head thrown back into the cushions, eyes screwed shut as you panted and moaned. He felt his cock strain in his pants, throbbing with the same need that was pulsing through your entire body in that moment. He couldn’t help but groan into your cunt, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to eat you out. His fingers curled within you and within a few pumps they’d found that special spot, a cry escaping your lips when they did. He sucked harder around your clit, repeating the motions with his crooked fingers, pressing harder and longer with each thrust. Your pussy clenched down around him, pulsing with need and desire in the same rhythm that your clit throbbed in between his lips. It only took a moment longer before you let out a loud whine, your orgasm rocking through you as your legs attempted to close around him. He sucked at your clit, tongue flicking at it a few more times before he let it go, watching with lust blown eyes as your body trembled.

“Holy shit…” You muttered, attempting to catch your breath, “you are really fucking good at that.”

Joe let out a soft chuckle, crawling up your body to leave a breathless kiss on your lips, “yeah?” he smirked, “’cause I am definitely not done with you sweetheart.”

______ @witches-unruly-heart @fandom-princess-forevermore @cycat4077 @xoxabs88xox @alwaysachorusgirl @teamsladsandgents @thatesqcrush @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @wandas-wife @katieslotherford @almatra @momlifebehard @dondivajade @misscharlielulu

[tteokdoroki]

— “PANTY THIEF + BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): inspired by this fanart and everyone being horny on THE DASH !! dedicated to @honeykeigo n @lady-bakuhoe for enabling my horny behaviour ok ok. also this turned out longer than i expected so ,,, have fun?

warning(s): mdni, 18+, smut, dubcon, mentions of drinking, uhh sniffed and stolen panties, slight!exhibitionism, power play dynamics, fingering, pussy slaps uwu, fem!reader + pro hero!bakugou.

“y-you uh, you don’t haf’ta do this mishta—?“

“dynamight.”

“r-right, dy-ma-might!”

katsuki had rolled his eyes the first time you spoke to him, a sweet, darling little girl too drunk on whatever shitty alcohol you’d been served at the bar on friday night. you obviously didn’t drink much, maybe even drunk too much— the hero would tell by the way your eyes crossed with your legs as you walked and the fact that you couldn’t remember the right way to spell your own name and it was clear your friends were a bunch of assholes for abandoning their shit faced friend to find her own way home.

he hated, this part of the job but he’d have felt bad if the guy following you home had done something bad to you and besides— the way you pressed yourself to the explosive hero, breasts spilling out of your tight black dress, thick and juicy thighs exposed to the fresh night air makes the whole ordeal worth it. oh you’re so cute, got katsuki’s cock stirring in his pants— his baggy hero costume suddenly becoming way too fucking tight for his liking. you’ll pay him back, he knows that you will, all of his fans do in some way or another.

you’ll be special though, if the smell of your saccharine cunt is anything to go by. slick dripping down your shaky thighs while he guides you down the empty street, and of course you’d be attracted to him. bakugou will have to indulge in you; his reward for being such a gentleman, for being your hero. “this ish me,” you squeak when the pair of you arrive at the door to your apartment complex. your words are smooshed together by your own drunken haze while you unlock the door to let yourself in.

how rude of you, forgetting all about dynamight who’d basically saved your life tonight. without much of a fight, bakugou pushes you against the door, effectively keeping it closed, his eyes cloud over— a storm thick with lust as you look up at him so innocently he could break. “not gonna invite me up, sweet stuff?” he coos, amused at the shiver that runs laps down the base of your spine. your thighs jump apart only just, giving the hero an opportunity to shove his hand up your dress to cup your sweet little cunt.

“i— i didn’t know—“ your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, confusion etched so prettily across your face it makes bakugou want to bend you over and fill your hole to the brim. he’d save that for later though. “didn’t think you’d want to—“

the blonde growls, thick fingers easily finding your panties under that short dress of yours. the black lace is soaked to the bone, a sticky mess spreading across the digits that now pinch at your puffy clit. you jump and bakugou growls hungrily. “s’awfully rude don’cha think, sweet stuff? that’s okay though, i think you can reward me right fuckin’ here, don’chu?” a toothy smirk tugs at the hero’s lips when you dumbly nod in agreement, your body trembling from a mix of cold, neediness and excitement. “atta girl, spread those needy fuckin’ thighs for me then.”

you seem to have sobered up quickly, listening well for the hero that saved you and part your meaty thighs to let bakugou push your panties to the side and give him more access to your runny cunny. “p-please dynamight, d-do somethin,” comes your whiney voice as he lowers his to get a better view of your spread your pussy lips; he watches as your hole oozes just for him, desperate to filled and fucked. it’s too early for his cock, he needs to give you a taste of something else before you get drunk on him.

without warning, he pushes two of his expert fingers past your puckering entrance, immediately curling them in a come hither motion as his heated red eyes flicker up to watch your face. your ruby painted lips hang open in a silent moan while your fingers dig into bakugou’s shoulders so hard your nails form tears in his hero suit. “fuckin’ look atcha baby, barely even touched ya ‘n you’re already suckin’ down my fingers so greedily.” he snarls, sharp teeth coming down on your barley clothed breast.

bakugou’s thumb massages rough circles into your clit, pulling more honeyed cries from your lips as your eyes screw shut. “f-fuck, dynamight, need more of your touch, ‘m begging you please!” is all you can say, mindlessly babbling as you fail to keep yourself up right. the explosive pro hero steadies you with an arm wrapped around your waist, fingers curling again to explore more of your velvet walls.

“it’s katsuki, to you,” he barks out, using the arm around your waist to smack your sloppy cunt, the wet sound echoing across the street. “needy little thing, beggin’ me like this, who am i to deny your wishes?” bakugou grins, mercilessly scissoring his digits into your tight heat to stretch you wide open for him. he can’t believe his luck, the way you’re so pliant and responsive to him and him alone.

it’s too soon for him to be this addicted to your cute moans filling the crisp air but he can’t help himself, not when you clamp around his scarred fingers with every pump of them into your silken heat. not with the way your own fingers now curl in sun kissed blonde hair— pulling the hero upwards to suck on his bottom lip, followed by his tongue.

you cry out, the most beautiful sound katsuki’s every heard in all twenty years of living when his fingers press down hard on that gummy pleasure spot inside you, and like the good girl you are for him, you keep your shaky thighs open for him. “you’re such a good fuckin’ doll, letting me finger you out in the open like this, anyone could see us but you wouldn’t care, not when you’re creamin’ your panties for dynamight, right sweet thing?” bakugou’s lewd words go straight to your cunt, entangled with the squelching noises as he moves within you.

“yes! yes! wouldn’t care, don’ care...j-jus wanna cum for you, s-suki—fuck, please—“ you mewl into the night, doe eyes shimmering with tears as the knot in your lower tummy gets tighter and tighter until you can’t bare it anymore.

bakugou grins, curling his fingers once more to send you hurtling off of the edge. he can’t stop thinking about how soaked your little lace panties must be, about all the things he’s going to do with them once he gets them off of you.

“cum.” your pussy follows his orders for you, white flashing behind your eyes as a scream rips in your throat and shoots out into the quiet night. the knot in your stomach snaps, release splashing out against bakugou’s hand and hero suit— he makes you cum so hard you almost black out, a twitching mess in the hero’s arms.

when you finally come to, bakugou’s slurping your nectar off of his fingers, head cocked to the side as you shakily look up at him. “i, uh...t-thank you!” you breathe, blinking away the buzzing noise in the back of your head. “for...uh...”

you’re so cute, flushed with heat and slick dripping from between your legs. you obviously think that was a one time thing, but bakugou hasn’t finished cashing in his reward. the hero shakes his head, using a thumb and forefinger to tilt your own up to meet his ruby gaze. “give me your phone and take off your panties.” he orders, voice authoritative and never wavering— you’re confused, but don’t question him, just as a good girl should.

rooting around in your now discarded purse, you pull out and unlock your going for katsuki, who busies himself with your contacts. embarrassment crawls up your spine when you reach for your underwear, still wet with your arousal and release, you look to bakugou hesitantly. “do i have to—?”

“off.” he grunts, barely looking up from your device as you shimmy out of the lace garment and hand it to him. bakugou gives you the same evil smirk from earlier while you collect yourself against the door, sniffing the flimsily, wet material before shoving them into the pocket of his pants. his cock is hard as a fucking rock, but he’ll be able to deal with it appropriately after his patrol. “i’ll be keeping these. this is where we say g’night sweet stuff.”

the way you curl in on yourself, perhaps a bit humiliated at the idea of your panties being taken by the number two pro hero is adorable, and if he didn’t have patrol, katsuki would have eaten you up right then and there. “goodnight dynamight— i mean, k-katsuki, thank you for everything and h-have a safe night.” you squeak out quickly, moving to open the door again.

“not a problem, honey,” bakugou whispers with a lowered voice, pulling you in to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, shoving his tongue down your throat in a kiss goodnight. “now get your cute ass upstairs, don’ want anyone to see your leaky cunt like this. that’s fuckin’ mine.”

you do as you’re told, bidding the hero one last farewell before dashing up the steps and into your apartment. your heart and mind race a thousand miles a minute, crazed with the fact that you had just been fingered to the best fucking orgasm of your life by the number two pro hero. you have to force yourself to shower, mapping out all of the spots that bakugou had touched you and growing giddy at the small burn marks he’d left against the inner workings of your thighs.

that night, or rather, early morning— you settle into the sheets, mind still plagued with thoughts of katsuki bakugou, when your phone pings with a text.

to: yn.

from: unknown.

— never got your name sweet stuff, care to tell me who’s name i’ll be moaning tonight?

( one attachment ).

your heartbeat thunders in your ears, familiar warm pooling between your legs yet again as you open the image— knowing that there can be only one person that it’s from. a quiet moan slips past your lips as the picture loads to reveal bakugou in your very same black lace panties from earlier— the slick from your release pressed up against his barely covered cock, while he jerks himself off, precum oozing from his blistering red tip.

you exhale, typing back your name and hitting send— thanking whatever higher power that lead katsuki bakugou to steal your fucking panties.

[bobafetts-princess]

Sundress Season

Back on my Construction Worker!Boba Fett bullshit 😌

This warmer weather has my brain in overdrive

Smut. Dirty Boba. Little bit of dirty talking. 2k words. Got out of hand.

Basically this tweet

So I’m thinking about the first time you show up to a job site in a little sundress, his lunch in your hand. 

Boba forgot his lunch, it was an accident, really. He’d been running late, he woke up in plenty of time, rolled on his back to get up and shower. But when he felt your warm body lying there next to him, he couldn’t help the way fingers trailed between your thighs. It lasted longer than he’d intended and when you’d both finally finished, he was late. 

So it was an accident. He didn’t mean to. You’d lounged around for a bit after he left, so it was near noon when you finally hauled your ass out of bed to get a snack. Boba had brought you coffee in bed, making it at the same time as he made his own cup, so you hadn’t had to get out of bed earlier. His lunch was sitting on the kitchen counter, next to the giant tumblr of water that Boba usually took and you let out a tiny groan when you saw it. Boba struggled to drink enough water during the day anyways, he wasn’t drinking any if his cup was at home. And he wasn’t eating if his lunch was at home. 

So, you decided you were going to take it to him. He does so much for you, the least you can do is take his lunch and his water to him so he doesn’t have a heat stroke. So you got dressed, finding this pretty red sundress in your closet. It’s got a skater skirt and a little bustier top, respectable and perfect for the weather. You match your sandals, throw on a necklace and make sure your hair isn’t a mess and you’re headed out to the job site. You know where he’s working, you’re familiar with the town, so it doesn’t take you any time at all to get there. You see the orange vests first and it doesn’t take much time to figure out which of the orange vests belong to you. Finding an open spot next to Boba’s truck, you park, getting out with his water and lunch in hand. The commotion around the job-site doesn’t stop for several minutes and you just watch. 

Boba’s smack in the center, swinging a sledgehammer to break up chunks of concrete and you enjoy the view. He’s sweaty, you can see it shining on his bald head even with the distance. He's got a gray t-shirt under his vest and you can see the sweat-stains on it, but damn does it look good on him. You get memory flashes of him between your legs from earlier and you can’t wait for him to get home for a repeat. It’s about that time that someone notices you, letting out a low whistle that makes Boba stop dead in his tracks, sledgehammer suspended over his head as he looks around. The sledgehammer drops to his shoulder as he searches for the distraction and when his eyes find you, you lift the water and his lunch with a little shrug. He says something to his workers before striding towards you, his stride all business. A woman pokes out from behind him and you feel the briefest flash of possessiveness course through you before she beams. She beams like someone truly happy to see their friend getting laid and you decide in that moment that you want to be her friend.

“Boba! I knew you were showing up late for a reason!” She laughs, loud and happy, and Boba snaps at her over his shoulder. 

“Fennec, enough,” which makes her laugh harder. He makes it to you, pulling your body against his for a kiss that makes his workers whistle again but he ignores them. He takes the water from you, taking several large gulps before pouring some out on his hands to rinse them. “Thank you, sweet girl.” “You’re welcome Boba,” you beam at him, leaning against the driver's side door of his truck. 

“Where’d you get this dress?” He asks, fingering the skirt and taking a step towards you. His eyes heat as he takes in the skin of your chest and your thighs. He’s close enough that you’re almost pinned against the truck and Fennec shouts over at you again. 

“Is she bringing lunch and a show?!” Boba scowls and if you weren’t so attracted to the man, it would be scary. 

“Hop in, let’s go for a drive,” he tells you, ushering you to the passenger side before hopping in the driver's seat. He catches himself a handful of your ass as he helps you in the passenger seat and you sigh. He reaches out to you as he drives, laying his big palm against your thigh, thumb slipping under the hem as he rubs circles. It makes you tense, the muscles in your thigh jumping with his every movement and you can’t believe that it was that morning that you had him because you need him again. He parks the truck in a clearing on the other side of town, one that’s been used by local teens as a weekend hangout for generations and he’s out of the truck before you can ask why you’re there. He makes his way to your side and reaches you as you set foot on the ground. He spins you, pressing your chest up against the frame of his white Chevy Silverado 4x4. The front of your dress is going to get dirty and you're opening your mouth to complain when he speaks.

“Think you can show up in the middle of my work day in this dress and expect me not to do something about it?” He husks in your ear, the length of his body pressed against yours and you can feel his bulge against the crack of your ass. “Boba, I didn’t want you to get dehydrated, that’s all,” you explain as his hand slinks up your body, over your stomach before it stops to cup at your breast. The gasp rips itself from your throat and Boba’s low chuckle rings in your ear before he starts talking again.

“You knew what this dress would do to me, sweet girl. You knew,” and he’s not wrong. You picked this dress because Boba loves you in red and he loves you in dresses, but you didn’t mean for you to fuck him against his truck. 

“Boba,” you whisper as his lips trail down your neck and across your shoulder and his hand pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your breasts. 

“Fuck, I can never get enough of these tits,” he whispers in your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth. “They’re perfect,” his fingers pluck at your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds between rough fingers. “Feel like it’s been longer than this morning, sweet girl,” and you're nodding your agreement. One hand pulls up the front of your dress, rubbing circles on your clit through your panties. You're dripping, not that it takes much for Boba to get you worked up, but you need him. “Need to be inside you,” he says as his hands fall to your thigh, grabbing the meat of it and adjusting you. He props his leg up on the running board so he can tuck his own leg underneath it and give himself a better angle. He wrestles with his pants for a moment, finally getting them down far enough to pull his cock out. A breeze sweeps through and puckers your nipples and you gasp as Boba slips your panties to the side. He dips two fingers inside you to make sure you’re ready to take him. It takes only a moment to prep you, since he'd had you that morning and you whine when he pulls his fingers out.

"Don't worry, sweet girl, I'll give you something even better," he chuckles before lining himself up. Your head drops back as he pushes in and you let out a gasp, the sensation of being filled welcome and overwhelming. Boba takes the opportunity to wrap his hand around your throat, locking you in place. His other hand circles around to play with your clit as he gives shallow thrusts, opening you up little by little. He’s giving these sexy, heady breaths and grunts in your ear as his pace picks up and it makes you tighten around him. This is a quickie, you both know that, so the goal is to reach the edge as quick as possible. You're already almost there, his slight toying from moments ago having done their job.

“This fucking pussy,” he grunts, his fingers tight on your throat. “This fucking pussy is gonna be the death of me,” he admits, angling to hit the spot that makes you see stars. You're so close, you only need a minute more before you fall apart.

“Death by overexertion,” you toss back, one hand coming up to grip his forearm. He chuckles in your ear and the intimacy of it sends you spiraling, tossing you over the edge as you come.

“Fuck that’s it, Princess, make a mess all over my cock,” he groans. He’s close, you can tell, so you adjust the grip you have on his forearms so that your nails dig into the muscle. He stutters before he shoves all the way in, pressing you into the frame of the truck as he fills you. He groans your name from deep within his chest, his fingers tightening against your throat. Once you both catch your breath, he pulls out, putting your panties back in place and brushing off your dress. “I don’t mind you coming to see me at work, but you can’t wear this. I can’t control myself around you, sweet girl,” Boba tells you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“That’s all the more reason I should show up to your work dressed like this,” you tell him, leaning into his thick frame. His hand reaches out to cup your chin and turn it towards him.

“I love you, sweet girl,” his eyes are full of love when he looks at you, “now, I have to get back to work and actually work. I didn’t even tell my crew I was taking lunch,” he helps you up into the truck before he hops back in himself. The two of you talk on the drive back, the air in the cab much more relaxed now. Fennec is waiting by your car when you pull back in, a giant mischievous grin on her face. Boba sighs as he gets out, and Fennec is immediately badgering him with questions. 

“Who is she? When did you meet her? Why haven’t I met her yet? Is she the reason you’ve been late ‘cause you’ve never been late before?” You stifle the giggle that’s rising in your chest as you step down from your side, but at Boba’s exasperated expression you can’t keep it in anymore. It makes Fennec turn on you, peppering the same questions at you that she did Boba, only you answer them. 

“Well, I’m Fennec Shand, Boba’s main project manager. I helped him start this business and we’ve known each other for 20ish years. I think I'm going to like you,” and you both laugh at Boba’s groan. 

“Fen, we have to get back to work,” he tells her, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her back towards the site.

“Is that what you told her when you dragged her off for naughty time in your truck?” She shoots back at him and Boba huffs as he literally shoves her away.

“I’m so sorry for Fennec, she doesn’t seem to know when to quit. You better get out of here before she brings the whole crew over to look you over like a zoo animal,” he looks embarrassed and glances over his shoulder like he expects her to already be in the process. “I’ll see you when I get home tonight?” You nod, stepping up to press against him, tucking your hand along the back of his bald head and bringing his face to yours. 

“She’s fine. She’s kinda funny,” you admit before kissing him. “I’ll see you tonight. I love you,” you step back, heading to your own vehicle before turning around to ask him another question. “Think you could bring that sledgehammer home and bust up the sidewalk in front of the house?” No tags bc this was supposed to be a DRABBLE

[earlgreydream]

mission.

| stucky x reader | fluff | smut |

oh no, there’s only one bed trope

“James!” You screamed, your voice getting carried off in the wind. You kicked backwards, knocking free from the grip of a Hydra agent. You ducked as a bullet whizzed past your head, slicing through the skull of your enemy.

A hand wrapped around your arm and dragged you forward, forcing you to break into a run. Blinded by the storm, your lost your footing in the slick mud. If it wasn’t for Steve’s grip on you, you would’ve fell face first into the ground.

“Be careful!” The shout was stressed, impatient.

You swore and ran through the field after the soldiers, nearly tripping over the uneven ground. Your muscles were burning along with your lungs, and the rain was so thick you couldn’t see.

“We can’t drive in this!”

“We don’t have another option!” Steve shouted back, his grip on you tightening as he helped you onward.

The mission had gone to absolute shit before it even started. Stark sent you, Steve, and Bucky to hunt down a Hydra agent, which you’d just taken out in the field. However, he’d gotten wind of your arrival, prepared with an elite security team you had to get through. They had nearly succeeded in killing Bucky, throwing the three of you off from the beginning.

The storm had made everything nearly impossible, and it wrecked any chance of you getting home soon. No plane, not even one designed by Stark, could fly you overseas when you couldn’t see two feet ahead of you.

You couldn’t see Bucky, or Steve really, only knowing he was there by the hand on your arm. You trusted Bucky was nearby, making his way back to the car with you to try to get out of the middle of nowhere.

You were exhausted, hardly able to stand, let alone run through the storm, covered in heavy mud and gear. You finally made it to the car, your shaking hands coming into contact with cold steel.

The three of you managed to get inside the vehicle, though it didn’t feel like it was going to do any good. You were soaked from the rain and covered in mud and blood, and you were shivering from the icy temperature.

Bucky turned the key in the ignition, deciding that you needed to drive to shelter, even if he couldn’t see the road ahead.

“Fuck! Bucky!” You yelled as cold air blew directly on you from the AC, making you feel like you were going to freeze death.

“I’m fucking taking care of it, Y/N!” Bucky snapped back, raising his voice at you.

“Hey, that’s enough, Buck.” Steve interjected, despite being on edge himself. Bucky turned off the air, pulling out into the road and blindly inching back toward the small eastern-European town.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said through clenched teeth, and you shook your head.

“It’s fine, we’re all just exhausted.”

You didn’t even realize you were clung to Steve until Bucky parked, somehow managing to get you three to a motel, alive. You muttered an apology, grabbing your backpack off the floor and running into the front office.

The desk manager eyed the three of you warily, and you sagged against the wall, struggling to stay upright. The floor felt like it was rocking under you, and you grabbed Steve’s arm to try to steady yourself. You were so cold, you felt like you were about to freeze to death.

Bucky started speaking to the main in fluent Russian, the conversation growing sharper and more annoyed as they argued. You didn’t understand what the problem was, and you started to cry, overly exhausted, dirty, and weak.

“Stevie,” Bucky whined at Steve to take care of you while he continued to deal with the manager.

“Y/N, take deep breaths,” Steve hugged your shivering body to his, and Bucky gestured at you and shouted at the manager.

He flashed his gun before he was finally given a room key, and he threw the door open, motioning the two of you to follow. Steve carried your backpack for you, gently pushing you after Bucky and praying you didn’t collapse.

Bucky unlocked a room, pushing you inside ahead of him, and you stared at the one bed. You were too tired to truly care, lethargy threatening to drag you under.

“It was all they had. He’d barely give me this last room.” Bucky’s tone was apologetic, albeit frustrated.

“It’s fine, one thing at a time,” Steve sighed, and you dropped to the floor, working your boots off.

“I need a minute, you can shower first,” you said hoarsely, and the boys nodded, Bucky tenderly touching your head as he walked to the small bathroom, tearing off his ruined clothes. He was quick, and Steve was in and out right after, both of them clean in under fifteen minutes. You sat on the floor, trying to catch your breath and drink the water bottle that Bucky had forced into your hand.

“Can you stand for a shower?” Bucky asked you, and you nodded, taking his hand as he helped you off the floor. You grabbed your one change of dry clothes from your backpack and set them on the sink.

“Don’t lock it please, Y/N,” Steve called, worried you would collapse.

“M’not!”

You stripped out of your ruined uniform, discarding it with the boys’. You stepped under the hot water, a moan escaping you as you finally got some relief from the freeze deep in your bones. You washed the mud off of your body and out of your hair, nearly crying from the relief of the hot water.

“Oh my god, fuck!” You shrieked when your clothes fell off the counter and onto the wet floor, the drain not doing much good.

“Y/N?!” Bucky’s concerned voice came as he cracked the door open.

“I’m fine, I...” you started crying again, feeling defeated and worn out.

“Doll, what happened...” Bucky’s voice was soft, the rare term of endearment making you cry harder.

“I dropped my clothes!” You shut off the water and peered around the dingy curtain. You grabbed a dry towel from his hand, staying behind the curtain as you dried off, the steam keeping you warm.

“Just leave your clothes. You can have Steve’s sweater. That’s all we’ve got, but it’ll be big, so...”

You were wrapped in the towel as you took the fluffy white sweater from Bucky, pulling it over your head once you were given some privacy.

It fell almost to your knees, the sleeves covering your hands. You wished you had something to put on under it, but this was the best you could do right now. You squeezed the moisture out of your hair before joining the boys in the small motel room.

“You okay?” Steve asked, and you nodded, thanking him for the sweater. They had only managed to raid a vending machine outside, and you were handed a package of crisps and another bottle of water. The television in the corner was playing some Russian telenovela quietly, the scratch of the fuzzy connection interrupting it.

You sat on the edge of the bed, eating the crisps and wishing you had some real food to satiate your stomach ache. You pulled an extra band from Bucky’s wrist, tying your damp hair up on top of your head, getting it off your neck.

Your two best friends wouldn’t let you lay down until you’d finished the second bottle of water, paranoid of your possible dehydration. You ignored their anxious nurturing, getting under the covers as soon as you’d finished it.

You had never felt so exhausted in your life, and your eyelids were heavy as they fell closed. The two super soldiers laid down on either side of you, surrounding you with warmth. They were like two individual heaters, pressed against your back and front in the small bed. 

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but it was pitch-black when you woke up. You stirred, your eyes still heavy with sleep. The storm was loud outside, covering the soft breathing of the soldiers.

You felt metal between your thighs, Bucky’s hand gently rubbing your inner thigh.

“James?” You murmured, stirring.

“Mm?” He was barely awake. Steve’s arm tightened around your waist, holding you closer. You rubbed your eyes, snuggling deeper into Steve’s soft sweater.

Your mind was thick with sleepiness, and you were still stuck in a half-dream state. It was warm, dark, and heady, surrounding you in a settled calmness.

You felt Bucky’s fingers trail higher, finding you bare after the clothing mishap. You didn’t register what was happening at first until you felt him sliding along your skin, finding your bundle of nerves. You whimpered softly, your mind melting and your legs parting even though you didn’t know what was happening.

“James, what are you doing?” you whispered breathlessly.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you, doll. You’re just too irresistible,” Bucky murmured into your chest, curling up closer into you. His lips ghosted over your neck, hot kisses dotting along your skin. Your body ignited with the touch, and you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away.

“Wanna feel you,” Steve’s sleepy voice hummed through your hair, his hand moving up your sweater up to your chest. A noise escaped you as you felt Steve slowly begin to grind against your backside, hardening against your soft skin. You realized they were naked too, and you began dripping on Bucky’s fingers.

“Sweet girl, does that feel good?” he smiled against your throat, marking you up with hickeys. 

You nodded, tipping your head down to kiss him. It was a bit hesitant at first, but you couldn’t keep yourself from melting into Bucky. Your lips molded together, his gentle movements easing any doubt in your mind. Steve squeezed your breasts, teasing your nipples and making you sigh against Bucky. He slid his tongue past your lips, the warm muscle exploring your mouth. Metal fingers pressed slowly inside of you without resistance, stretching you out and rubbing your velvety skin.

Your soft sighs and moans filled the motel room, and you reached behind you to pull Steve into a searing kiss. Bucky pulled your leg over his, giving them better access. You whined a complaint when Bucky pulled his fingers from your heat, causing the boys to laugh softly.

“I’m just going to get you ready for Steve, doll. Is that alright?” Bucky’s silver eyes locked with yours, searching for any hesitation.

“Yes, but... go slow?” you whispered shyly.

“We’ll be gentle, sweetheart,” Steve promised, and you leaned your head back against his shoulder. You trusted the men, knowing they’d never hurt you, not purposely. Steve’s hand smoothed over your side, kissing the skin of your shoulder that peeked out above the neckline of his sweater. 

Bucky’s slick fingertip traced around the tight ring of muscle before carefully easing it in. Your fingers snaked into Steve’s hair, tugging lightly as Bucky worked to loosen you up. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Bucky asked when your face squeezed up as he added a third finger.

“No, it just feels... strange,” you squirmed between the boys. Steve dropped his hand between your legs to distract you from the discomfort Bucky was causing. You slowly relaxed around him, smiling into Bucky’s gentle kisses. You adjusted your leg over his hips, pulling the soldier closer and smoothing your hands over his chest. 

You were restless, anxious for them to be inside of you. Your quiet begs sent shudders of anticipation through the boys, giving in without hesitation.

“I’m going to slide in first, it’ll go easier,” Bucky waited for your permission and you agreed, tugging on his long dark hair. He loved it, a deep growl coming from his throat as you pulled on the locks. Your giggles abruptly cut off as Bucky wrapped an arm around your hips, pulling you close as he sank inside of you. He mumbled profanities in Russian, overwhelmed by the feeling of your warmth surrounding his cock. Your leg draped over him allowed him to get a deep angle, feeling like he was splitting you open in the best way. He was bigger than anyone in the past, and you swore to yourself you could never go back after this.

“You’re fucking huge, James,” you whined into his ear, gasping as your words caused him to thrust against you, the friction sending electricity to your nerves. Steve laughed at that, waiting for Bucky to still before rubbing his leaking head against your other entrance. 

“Just breathe, okay?” Steve could see the nervousness in your eyes, even in the dark. You hid your face in Bucky’s chest as Steve pushed inside of you, squeezing your ass in his large hands. Bucky felt the friction against him, and he struggled not to thrust into you. 

The foreign fullness had your thoughts disconnecting, your body being overwhelmed with arousal. Your loud moans filled the silence, and you squeezed around them as Steve’s hips met yours. 

They only gave you a moment to adjust before both soldiers started moving, thrusting in and out of you, making you scream with mind-numbing pleasure. Bucky’s movements became more forceful, pulling sounds from the three of you. You couldn’t think or move, your only ability was to take it, soaking it up and igniting your body. You throbbed around them, throwing your head back against Steve. 

“You feel so good, sweetheart, you’re so tight and warm around us,” he praised, kissing your cheekbone. Your mouth opened with a choked moan, and he connected your lips, moving his tongue against yours. Bucky swore, even more turned on by the sight of his two lovers making out.

He lifted your knee higher, thrusting impossibly deeper. The pressure that had been building snapped, and you screamed as your orgasm hit you like a train. 

“Fuck, I’m so close, doll,” Bucky knew he couldn’t last long as you tightened around him like a vice. 

“Come inside of me, please, I want-” you didn’t finish your sentence as he came, throbbing inside of you as he filled you with hot ropes of release. You were reduced to mindless, incoherent begs, pleading for Steve to do the same. His strong arms held you still against him, keeping you from writhing as he came deep inside of you. Bucky swallowed your screams, and you sank weakly against them as you came down from the high that had all of you wrecked. 

You woke up slightly dazed from the post-sex sleep, exhausted from the mission and getting fucked by the two super-soldiers. You opened your arms with a sleepy whimper, making the boys laugh softly. Bucky pulled you into a hug, letting you drape your arms around his neck and cling to him. 

“How’re you feeling, doll?”

“Like I’ve had the life fucked out of me,” your voice was soft and amused, making them smile tenderly at you.

“In a good way?”

“In the best way,” you assured Steve.

“I want all of our missions to end like that.”

Bucky grinned cheekily, kissing your head and making you giggle. 

“The storm’s let up. I’m sorry, but we’ve got to get you out of bed,” Steve peeled the blankets off, making you cling tighter to Bucky in protest. 

“Your clothes are dry. C’mon, up, now.” Steve slapped your ass, and you slowly let go of Bucky.

“Help me, my legs are weak,” you held Steve’s hands as he assisted you in climbing off the bed.

“We break you?” Bucky teased, and you shook your head. You kissed Steve lightly before getting dressed, opting to leave his sweater on. 

Within an hour, you were on your way back to Stark tower, curled up on the private plane, your head in Bucky’s lap as he stroked his fingers through your hair. 

“So, everything went as planned on the mission?” Stark asked, debriefing with the three of you. You fought back a laugh, and Steve placed a hand on your back.

“Everything went great, Stark. We assassinated the target, and we all made it back alive,” Bucky confirmed.

As the three of you were walking out the door, Stark’s voice made you turn.

“Don’t think I’m stupid, I can tell what the three of you are up to!”

You squealed, running out the door with the super soldiers, away from Tony’s amused judgement.