#thank you for indulging me in this penis anon

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[hysteria-things]

hi! i recently found your account, and i js wanna say omg ur so talented, like ur fr my new fav writer. could u maybe write something about a virgin reader, whos only ever fingered herself, and so when matt (or chris but im a matt girl and im being self indulgent about this), and she squirts, and is super embarrassed about it and he comforts her about it? u dont have to, but idk i js think u could do this idea rlly well:)

FIRST TIME

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!matt x virgin!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and matt have been together for quite sometime, but never had sex. he knows you’re a virgin and he’s so patient with you, but now you think you’re ready

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT but fluff!, making out, mini panic attack, praising, p in v, squirting

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,066

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: for anon and @mattsleftnipple03

these were pretty much the same so i combined them! hope you like :)

thank you and love you guys🫶

the pen in your hand scribbles on the piece of paper in front of you as you ponder. you’re in art class and your best friend sits across from you at the big table.

art class is basically a free period because let’s face it, you guys don’t do anything except gossip and draw for fun.

you’ve been asking your friend a series of questions about what losing your virginity is like since she has experience. the only experience you’ve ever gotten was your fingers, and to be honest, it gets old after a while.

you’re not embarrassed about being a senior in high school and still a virgin, but your boyfriend who graduated last year lost his with his ex a while back. you guys have talked about having sex for the first time for quite some time, but you were never ready.

no words can describe how grateful you are for matt. he’s been super patient and understanding with you.

but now, you think you’re ready.

“is there a reason you are asking me these questions?” your best friend asks, raising a brow.

you shrug, your hand still having a mind of its own with the pen. “i’m thinking about going all the way with matt.”

she smiles, genuinely looking happy for you. “oh my god! when?”

“i told him i plan on this weekend.”

“that’s so exciting!”

“yeah, but,” you pause to take a deep breath. “i feel nervous.”

she reaches over to stop your drawing hand. “it’s totally normal to feel nervous. matt’s such a sweet guy. i’m sure if you feel the slightest bit of discomfort, he’ll stop immediately.”

you smile at the mention of your boyfriend. she’s not wrong. matt will do anything to make you feel comfortable. he’s not one to force anything on someone. “you’re right.”

she gives your hand a light squeeze. “let me know how it goes.” she winks just as the bell rings for dismissal.

the rain outside is pattering on the window, you and matt cuddling comfortably on his bed. you guys just woke up from the best nap of your life.

you nibble on the inside of your mouth. “matt?”

“hm?” he hums, picking up his head that was resting on your chest.

“i want to do it.”

he beams at you. “positive?”

you bite your lip in excitement and nod. matt lifts himself to get more serious. “don’t be afraid to tell me to stop, okay?”

“i know,” you reply. he leans in and kisses you passionately with a hint of hunger. he breaks the kiss to take off his and your shirt but goes back at it to unclip your bra.

the skin-to-skin contact felt warm and comforting, but your anxiety is starting to take over.

you try to brush it off until matt reaches for your pants. yanking his hands away, you cover your top half with the comforter as you feel tears start to form.

matt freezes, a hint of guilt on his face. you try your best to take as many deep breaths as possible. “i’m so sorry, y/n.”

he carefully places his hand on your arm and rubs soothingly to calm you down. “n-no it’s not you.” you take three deep breaths before continuing. “it’s silly. the thought of a penis about to be inside of me freaks me out.”

you chuckle along with him, the humor helping you relax. “we don’t have—”

“i want to.” you say truthfully. “i just need a second.”

he goes through different breathing techniques with you until you calm down from your mini panic attack. he asks if you're okay at least a hundred times before you shut him up by kissing him again.

he hesitates with your pants not wanting to trigger you again, but after a beat, he pulls them down with your underwear.

his pajama pants soon end up on the floor with the rest of your clothes. he comes under the blanket with you and pecks you on the temple, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. “so proud of you.” he starts, making you blush. “you ready?”

you give him the okay, and he slowly starts pushing into you. the stretch makes you cringe and hiss, causing him to halt. “hurts?”

you shake your head. “pressure… keep going.”

dampening your lips by licking them, he continues to move. his eyes are dead set on your face to sense any discomfort. you let out a ‘mmph’ when he’s all the way in.

when he doesn’t see any bad signs, he starts moving his hips. you moan softly, the pain turning into pleasure.

“you can go faster,” you whisper, and he does. your nails leave crescent marks on his shoulders as he peppers kisses on your chest, neck, and face.

you squeeze your eyes closed, the softest of sounds leaving your lips. then, your legs twitch, and a watery liquid squirts out of you. your eyes widen, and matt stops the second he notices. “what’s wrong? need me to stop?”

“no. i think i…” your cheeks burn, too embarrassed to admit what you’re thinking.

“that’s okay. it’s completely natural.” he reassures, grabbing one of your hands to interlock with his above your head. “you’re doing so well, y/n. so fucking proud of you.”

he continues to rock his hips, this time pulling out more and thrusting back in a smidge harder. “oh.” you moan, arching your back when he starts hitting a certain spot. “oh shit, matt. just like that.”

he tries his best not to pick up speed to scare you, so instead he keeps the rhythm you’re comfortable with. he grunts, taking the hand that’s not holding yours and placing it on your hip.

the grip you have on his hand tightens, indicating that you’re close when his tip keeps abusing your g-spot.

you whimper, your legs starting to quiver from pleasure. “i’m close.”

“cum, baby. you’re doing such a good job.”

you sigh of relief when your cum slowly starts to ooze around him. matt’s right there with you with just a few more thrusts before spilling into the condom.

the feeling of him pulling out of you makes you wince, but then you two giggle. “i did it!” you say proudly, holding up your hand to give him a high five.

he laughs. “damn right you did.” he takes your high five, followed by a handhold.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss @sturnifyed @mayhem-72

[mad-c1oud]

what other wip u have? any little details or teasers u willing to share? :3

omg anon the amount of drafts i have...... here i'll give you some sneak peeks and behind the scenes on what I can! feel free to ask for elaboration on anything and if i can't give it i'll let ya know!

scrapped outlast trials fic with the squad charlie, jaiden, baghera, and cellbit. fave line has to be "Charlie is about to make Penis Man just a Man. "

Official first attempt at starcicle that was actually a offshoot from a twaho chapter, scrapped for immi

starcicle bedrot fic from when i was super sad

"divorce? por favor?" take a guess lmao

Outline for starcicle timeloops that's paused indefinitely, no name

indulgent stuff that stares at me from the file, knowing, judging

at least 5 versions of the same immi chapter that was giving me Hell writing a while back, still havent cleaned them up or trashed the duds

some misc wips and their titles: "human touch", "(repaint my mind) blood orange", "iron lungs", "maze", "bones", "growing up is kind of spooky, huh?", "second chances", "gdxgfchjg"

starcicle royalty au and it's freakishly long outline (seriously it's at 3k rn and I had to take a break)

Tadaaaaaaaa!!!! my drafts are scary, especially when a chapter isn't listening to me bc then i need a new doc and then that happens at least 4 times and i die a little. one title ended with the words "GOD HELP ME LET THIS END" lmao

thank you for the ask!!!!! :3 if anyone wants to know more about something just ask, i'll see what I can share...

[ubemango]

one anon brought up a funny scenario where u catch roomie!jk watching overwatch porn anyway this was the Follow Up Drabble to that teehee!! f2l, it gets Hot near the end so (semi-m)

You don’t mean to slam the cupboard so loudly but it feels good hearing the bang of the wood under your exhaustion. You’re not too worried about being a disturbance anyway--Jeongguk’s been quiet since you came home. An unusual thing to come home to is silence, but in that sleep-deprived need to gulp down water you could care less about it. Not like he’s been around you for longer than two seconds without making it awkward.

It’s been two weeks since it happened. The door left ajar, the unmistakable noise of a tamped-down indulgence. The fist around his cock was fast, and you were anything but: standing in your shock, curiosity. Amusement, really, because you’d like to think you guys have snuck around each other long enough to at least shut the fucking door. But now you’re stuck with the thought of Jeongguk wanking it and promptly smiling at you when he’d noticed you there.

Hoseok wasn’t surprised when you told him. Huge dick though, right?

And now here you are: mulling over the possibilities of dinner and how to get it to Jeongguk without wanting to die. But thinking about Jeongguk almost always leads to that same corrosive thought of his dick and how you might… possibly want to touch it.

God I’m going through it, you think sadly.

You feel yourself getting worked up again, the crunching of your toes in your socks getting frantic the longer you dwell on the Penis occupying the room just down the hall. It’s still quiet.

You get the carrots and the chopping board before you fucking lose it.

Jeongguk doesn’t really like to help with dinner. Not that he’s incompetent but the kitchen is just too small to accommodate the both of you. And the designer of the space probably didn’t consider two brooding adults trying not to come into contact with one another for Horny Purposes because the only way you’re able to reach the bowl at the top is if you get Jeongguk to do it for you.

Fucking hell.

The chair is a safe bet. Usually. You’ve never fallen and you’re not planning on that now, dragging one over from the kitchen table in front of that stupidly tall cabinet hung over the sink. Of course Jeongguk had to put that bowl all the way at the top.

“You’re going to fall and you know it.”

“Oh my god don’t sneak up on me like that you fuck, oh my god. Help me down, ugh.”

Jeongguk rounds the chair, holding your elbow till you feel the tiles under your feet again, and now you’re closer to him than you’ve been the past two weeks. He smells like warm laundry.

“Thanks,” you spit.

“You need that bowl up there?”

“Yeah no thanks to you.” He ignores your quip, just tiptoes the slightest to make a grab for the stainless steel. But–now his crotch is pressed up right against your ass, and your hips jostle against the counter to mitigate the stupid good feeling of what you’ve been drooling over for so goddamn long. He doesn’t move even when he’s got the bowl down. “Jeongguk–”

“Stop ignoring me,” he says.

You turn your neck to see him scowling. “I’m not–ignoring you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Because you just risked a broken neck just so you didn’t have to ask me to help you.”

Good point. “Why’d you come out here anyway, Detective? Thought you were sleeping.”

Jeongguk shrugs. Still in the same spot in the swell of your bum. “My senses were tingling. You were gonna do something stupid.”

“Ha ha.”

“And I was hungry and I wanted something to eat.” It’s quiet. Then, he leans down closer. Your noses touch, and you burn. He has his palms planted on either side of you on the counter. “Figured I could trap you here, too.”

“To do what?”

He shrugs again. “I don’t know. But you feel pretty good like this.”

You pause. “Jeongguk–”

“Stop ignoring me,” he says again. “We don’t need to make it weird.”

“We don’t?”

Jeongguk shakes his head, “I want to kiss you but you’re still scared.”

“I’m not scared–”

“So why are you ignoring me?”

He knows why. But now he wants you to say it. Jeongguk just watches you: watches you breathe, turn slowly in his embrace. His hands drop to the small of your back when you’re flush against him.

“Because I want you to kiss me, too.”

It’s done. No pretence, no bubble to burst. Just the hurried press of Jeongguk’s mouth on yours and forgotten pre-dinner on the side, the drag on your hand to get you on his bed and under him. You don’t recall the last time you splayed yourself on his sheets but this is context is an entirely new one anyhow. He kisses the doubt away.

“Made me wait so fucking long,” Jeongguk teases, ripping his shirt off, yours following. In the heat, you scoff.

“Funny of you to think we’d be conventional about any of this.”

“Yeah but you’d think after seeing my dick you’d be all about it.”

“I was,” you admit. Jeongguk stares when you slip your pants off. “Not exactly easy seeing your roommate’s penis.”

His eyebrow cocks. He looks challenged. Then he unclips your bra, slides your panties down. His mouth teases at a hard nipple. The press of his thumb against your clit makes you sigh. “Want me to go down on you?”

“No, god, just–get lube.”

He does, after biting on your tit and laving on it so good your eyes roll back. He doesn’t bother closing the drawer next to his bed, warming up the spurt of lube in one palm, the other dragging his sweats down past his legs and he nearly keels over in his excitement trying to fling them off his feet. You laugh.

“Should’ve taken the pants off first.”

“Funny of you to think I’d be–conventional about this,” Jeongguk throws at you. You ignore this, staring at the leaking cock poised prettily over your stomach, the fist dragging over it not unlike what you’d seen two weeks ago. But now you’re both in the dark of his room, and it’s intentional. “Spread your legs wider.”

The press of his dick inside renders you thoughtless. It’s hot and Jeongguk swears, a dirty gasp that runs through you till you shiver and clutch onto the pillows under your head. “Oh my god.”

“Okay?”

You look at him, breath just as harried as yours, eyes wide in the tightness of your cunt. The door is open, and you smile.

“Make me cum,” you say. Jeongguk smiles, too.

[the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers]

Hii (NSFW) Could I ask for the wedding night scenario you've done with Laito and the Others but with Reiji? Also I'm a huge fan of this blog it gives all the right impressions of the boys to me

Ava: Hello, anon! I assume you meant this one? Of course~! Also, thank you very much, you’re very sweet to say that. ^^

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The window had been opened, regretfully.

Reiji realised that once he had done so, but his yearning for his lover that evening was enough to pry him away without reversing such an action. Now, he thought, the stench that would soon cling to their skin of their sex and sweat would hardly be trapped between more than their bodies.

The chill of the evening had just set in, shivers sending small bumps littering down the couple’s bodies, so passionately moulded into one form. For now, it was only velvety kisses, intertwined limbs and digits and the weigh of his chest pressed against theirs that was keeping them bound.

They were hardly connected. Yet.

“Enough foreplay,” Reiji’s husky voice rang strong in their ear, vibrating deep within their chest. “Let us move onto the consummation.”

The vampire’s cardinal orbs meet with his lover’s beneath him, and the pair drew in a concurrent breath of anticipation. Another wave of spine-tingling shivers shot through them both and the human, without so much as a thread of conscience thought, heard a whimper escape her. That faint glint in her eye had faded when he brought his tumescent penis to the lips of her womanhood and he could sense the atmosphere had shifted ambiguously.

Reiji was no brute - he stopped - nor was he a fool.

“This will be your first taste of sexual intimacy,” he was quick to note, but not accuse. Hesitantly, as if unsure if the truth was the correct answer, the lady beneath him allowed herself to nod. “Then,” He did not seem discouraged, nor turned off, nor surprised. “I am delighted to have the honour.”

The scornful gaze of the man was no where to be found, not even when the girl clung onto the skin of his bare arms with her nails.

“Put your faith into your husband and let your worries dissipate. For once, I will allow you to indulge in your greed. You needn’t worry about anything other than your own pleasure.” Another icy draft swept in to the room, however, she found it was his words that made her shiver, with excitement.

[floraone]

A fandom year-end résumé (and a few thank you‘s)

So, this was my first year as an active participant in the Sailor Moon community. And I’m still quite flabbergasted about the welcome I’ve had.

So, @irritablevowel gave me the idea by posting that wonderful thing she coined the Fanfic Year in Review, so, there’s where this is coming from, but…

YOU GUUUYYYZZZ. THIS HAS BEEN SUCH A WONDERFUL RIDE THIS YEAR!

I will always be utterly floored that my fics - especially Ikigai - touched so many people, It’s such an incredibe feeling to be cheered on like this - and I say this a lot, that you have NO idea what it means to me, but I wanna try and put it in words. You know that feeling, when someone you only know in passing remembers something you said way back, because it resonanted with them? That deeply surprising flattering feeling when you notice they actually listened to you? Or that feeling you get when someone you adore takes a moment to appreciate you, tell you they are proud of you? Or that feeling you have when something you did made someone really happy? It’s all that for me, and more. It’s those little daily moments when I look into my inbox, and instead of the usual emails that you get - you know, work emails, tasks, notifications of bills or of facebook messages - and instead I find PMs and reviews and messages of people who tell me they like what I do. It’s exhilarating. It’s amazing. And I’m so, so thankful for each and every one.

And, then, you know, this community… where people who are bonded through their love of one fandom and a couple ships come together and can be so encouraging toward each other. When things like @mamousaweek come together through the work of dedicated people like @sailor-moon-turtle. That feeling when she indulged me to contribute a little to @mamochibaweek a little later. And OMG, you guys, all you people who came together and celebrated fanfic with @uglygreenjacket and me during the @sailormoonreviewevent. …!!!!

I had so many wonderful moments in fandom this year. Made incredible friends. And my life is a little richer for it.

So, thank you guys! Thank you, @uglygreenjacket for writing me a review that gifted me you as a friend, for becoming my beta and partner in fic, for cheering me on like you do. Thank you, @irritablevowel for being the most incredible senpai a girl could want, for the most fun I’ve ever had sharing giggle!reads, for gifting me my first proper christmas card. And outside of tumblr, too. Kasienda, you won’t read this, but yes, I mean you, my amazing friend.

And every conversation I’ve had, here, with all you wonderful people. I will forever be surprised when people message me, or send me anon asks, OR EVEN FANART ( @shelynite, @smokingbomber !!), tell me that they loved my fics and wanna talk. When people are fangirling that I’m fangirling over them. There’s so many incredibly talented people in this fandom, and I’m thankful for each and every one of you.

But I wanna dedicate a special section to a few of my favorite moments in fic that you guys gave me, this year.

Because, damn, you guys. We have some fine fic in this ship.

So, here goes! thank you to…

@uglygreenjacket, for that time YOU FIXED THAT EPISODE THAT ALWAYS NEEDED FIXING and gave me Ninja!Usagi go stomping to her boyfriend, demanding to see his penis, too! AND REDEEMING BERYL.

@irritablevowel, for THIS LINE: “Is it your dick? Is it curved?” she asked as a strangled cry came from the other side of the door. “Because, Mamo-chan, I promise I don’t care! I’ll love it no matter what!”. And, also, definitely, for giving Endymion and Serenity a happy end that not only could have worked in canon, but is so beautifully bittersweet it made my throat constrict.

@wishwars, for giving us one of the most original set-ups with Companion Preference Blonde I have ever read, and that moment, when Mamoru needed a “someone”, and my heart broke for it.

Kasienda, for letting Usagi teach me the beauty of a rainbow, as well as giving me that sweet moment in which Usagi and Mamoru reveal their feelings, and their identities, again and again and again.

@idesofnovember, for that moment when Usagi went to say thank you for receiving a white chocolate bunny and it ended up in the most adorable doki-doki moment I could have imagined, or when you had Usagi run across Juuban into Ami’s responsible arms with a stolen packet of condoms,

@angelmoongirl for giving us, in answer to the amazing @transmissionsfromthemoon drabble challenge, THE WHOLE OF USAGI’S PREGNANCY and Mamoru developing a crush on her adorable bump.

HarlequinWhiskers, for getting me SO excited about a 20-something year-old love/hate UsaMamo BFF dynamic it made me headcanon and squeal for DAYS.

So, I’m forgetting things. I know I am. And I’m sorry in advance that I did, but let it be known… you are AMAZING you guys, and I’m so grateful for all you give to this fandom, and for making it such a welcoming, friendly, encouraging place!

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Holy shit, you are like so perfect at writing. Could you do a oneshot when the teams out for drinks and some perv wont stop flirting and touching the reader and when barba says she taken, the perv just grins and says that pity will make people do strange things and that he could please her better because he's younger. Once they get home the reader shows barba just how much he actually pleases her? Or something like that, pretty please. If not, I get it and sorry for wasting your time. Thx!

I am so so so so so sorry that this has taken me so long, sweet anon! I have a bunch that I work on at the same time, so hopefully I’ll knock some more of these out today (fingers crossed). I will warn you that I got super into this once the flow started happening. There’s lots of dirty talk and it’s a bit different from the usual ‘main event’ in smut imagines. I hope you enjoy it!

“We need another round,” Rollins mused, eying everyone’s nearly empty bottles.

“I’ll go,” you volunteered with a chuckle, moving towards the bar to order six more beers for the table.

As the bartender busied himself getting your order, you watched the football game on the TV above the various bottles of liquor displayed along the back wall of the bar. You smirked, able to feel Rafael’s eyes on you from where he sat with your coworkers at the table, and very casually, you swayed your hips gently back and forth. The smile on your face grew as you heard Sonny faintly say his name a few times to get his attention and bit your bottom lip.

“You are so fucking sexy,” you heard a voice beside you say, but you didn’t bother looking over to find the source. “What’s your name?”

“Uninterested,” you answered, eyes still glued to the game. You lightly slammed your fist down in the bartop as Julio Jones scored a touchdown. “Damn it.”

“And you watch football? Come on, what’s your name beautiful?” the voice asked.

“Unconcerned,” you mumbled as the bartender came back with your order. “Thanks Dougie,” you said to him, offering the mixologist a smile and gathering three mugs in each hand.

“No problem, Detective. Am I putting this on the tab?”

“That’d be great, and can you also throw in a couple orders of potato skins for the table?”

“You got it.”

“Detective, huh?” the voice seemed to follow you back towards the table and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, a habit you’d recently picked up from your boyfriend. “Are you good?”

“Are you still talking?” you asked.

There was a hand on your elbow, not squeezing terribly tight but still firm, almost demanding and you whipped your head around to shoot a glare at the voice that now had a face attached. Some executive type, handsome (though he clearly knew as much, which took away from his good looks) expensive suit, and pretentious blonde hair, slicked back. He looked like a literal Ken doll.

“Whoah, easy there Detective,” he said in a soft chuckle, holding both hands up. “I just wanna talk to you,” he added in a purr that made your stomach churn. He took a small step towards you and laid a hand on your hip as he whispered, “Maybe later I can take you back to my place and bend you ov–”

“Cariño?” Rafael came up to you, sliding a hand onto the small of your back. “What’s the hold up? I’ve been dealing with a table of thirsty Detectives and one Lieutenant who’s trying to dodge Carisi’s pleas to stay another hour.”

“Your daughter and I were just having a nice little talk, sir,” the unwanted Ken doll mused with a million dollar smile. It made you gag a little.

“He was talking, I was ignoring,” you mumbled to your boyfriend. “Listen, Malibu Ken, I’m taken, and even if I wasn’t I would still be not interested.”

“Does your boyfriend appreciate how incredibly sexy you are when you have that fire in your (not your color) eyes?”

“Yes, I most certainly do,” Rafael answered with a cocky smirk, taking the moment to drill his point by placing a tender kiss on your neck, the kind that always got your blood boiling with lust. His efforts were rewarded with a soft moan that only he heard, which tumbled from your lips as your eyes met his emerald stare.

“Oh…well…” The factory-made suit arched a brow, the corner of his mouth lifting on one side. “I guess pity would make people do strange things.”

Your glare was back, accompanied this time by an arched brow of your own.

“You know…” Was he still running his mouth? Didn’t he know cops typically carried guns? And mase? “I could give you much more than Missionary Mondays…not to mention I can probably keep it up for much longer.”

You doubted that. Rafael may have been in his mid forties, but he fucked like a twenty year old, something a curious google search had revealed to you was actually quite common in men his age. It hadn’t surprised you too much; even though his work kept him busy most of the day and a lot of times, well into the night, Rafael was otherwise in fantastic shape. He got his exercise in by walking to work on the days he didn’t have court, and would even do yoga with you on the weekends. He ate relatively healthy, except for when a case kept him stationary, during which he would indulge in Chinese takeout or a hot sandwich from the bodega not far from Hogan Place.

“I think you know I could rock your world ten times harder–”

“And I think you know that all cops carry guns. What’s to stop me from shoving it up your ass sideways? You’re lucky I have beer in my hands,” you answered, beginning to walk away before you looked at him one last time to add, “And my eyes are (your color eyes), you regurgitated cum-bubble.”

Rafael followed you back to the table, remaining unusually quiet for the remainder of the night, save for the occasional commentary, but it was minimal for the typically witty Rafael Barba. The cab ride home was relatively silent as well, though he did hold your hand, your elbow tucked in the inside of his, so at the very least you knew he wasn’t upset with you. Still, there was an unsettling feeling between you, and when you followed him into your shared apartment, you wound your arms around his back, hands flat on his pectorals.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly, letting your head rest against his back. He sighed heavily, shaking his head a little.

“Nothing,” he whispered.

“Something’s wrong,” you pointed out, reaching up on tiptoes to place a kiss under his ear.

Turning to face you, Rafael frowned softly as he looked you over. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone in such a long time. There were moments lately where he would find himself thinking about what you might look like in a wedding dress. Whether he would ever come home to find you in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you, barefoot and pregnant with his child. He would find himself thinking about the two of you growing old together, and whether after many long, glorious years, you would die in each other’s arms, and spend the afterlife making new memories together.

It was nice to think of these things, but the incident with the man at the bar tonight had just been a cruel reminder that the chances of you outliving him were all but certain. This made him sadder and his hand came up to trace your bone structure with his fingertips.

“Is it about that douche-monkey at the bar?” you asked softly.

“He thought you were my daughter…”

“You know that our age difference doesn’t bother me. I told you that when we first started seeing each other,” you said. “I meant it, and I still feel that way. One idiot who clearly has his head up his ass, and probably has a penis the side of a cheeto can’t change how you make me feel.”

“Still…he made some valid points…”

“Literally none of what he said was anywhere close to accurate, Raf–”

“Missionary Mondays?”

“Okay, we do not call it, Missionary Mondays, but even if we did, I love Missionary Mondays,” you replied, sliding your fingers into the inside of his waistband and tugging him closer with a small smile.

“Don’t call it that,” he groaned, scrunching his eyes shut as you chuckled in amusement. He sighed when he felt your lips plant a soft kiss on the corner of his jaw.

“I love having you on top of me,” you whispered, tilting your head to kiss his throat. “I love how when I grip your back I can feel your muscles flexing under my fingers. I get wet just from thinking about it,” you purred.

“Not sure if that’s anyway to talk to your father,” he mused sarcastically.

“Ew. Do not joke about being my father, that’s just…weird.” You smirked softly, pulling your upper body away enough to look up at him.

“Do you ever wonder if…I don’t know maybe some day you might–”

“Stop, why would even think that?” you asked.

To make your point, you took his hand and stuff it down the front of your jeans, allowing him to feel the heated pool in your boyshorts.

“Do you feel how wet you make me?” you mumbled against his mouth, swallowing the moan that escaped his lips as he nodded. “This is all yours…”

Your free hand possessively grabbed his crotch, whimpering as you bit on your bottom lip.

“And this is all mine…daddy,” you whispered with a smirk. He narrowed his gaze with a smirk of his own.

“You’re losing blood flow,” he teased, unbuttoning your shirt as you giggled and rubbed him through his slacks.

“Don’t worry about what some ass-clown at a bar thinks. I love you so much, and no one I have ever been with makes me as hot as you do.”

“Really?”

“Yes, you make me so horny, Rafael Barba. I’m surprised I can stop myself from jumping your bones when we’re working,” you purred, moving your hand more insistently over him. “I want you to fuck me until I pass out,” you whispered into his ear while your hands took off his tie before you took hold of his shirt and ripped it open.

“I love when you talk dirty to me, cariño,” he purred, pulling your shirt off and unhooking your bra.

“You do?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, picking you up until your legs circled his waist and carrying you into the bedroom. “It makes me so hot,” he added as the two of you fell onto the bed.

You hummed, rocking your hips up against his as the two of you finished taking each other’s clothes off, lips tangling with one another’s passionately. As his mouth traveled down your neck, you arched your back and whimpered.

“Let me suck that big, beautiful cock, Rafi,” you whimpered.

“Oh my God,” he groaned, giving you room as you moved to point your head towards his feet, not hesitating to take him into your mouth. Your knees parted to allow him a perfect view of your glistening sex. He moaned, pulling your hips closer and laying his head against your thigh to have a feast of his own.

You gasped around his organ, taking him all the way down your throat until you gagged loudly. You knew how much he loved that sound, and smirked around his crown when his approval vibrated against your core as he sucked your clit deeply into his mouth.

“You like that, Counselor? Do you like hearing me gag on your big cock?” you asked as your hand stroked over his length.

“Mhm,” he groaned against your center as he nibbled on your clit, using his tongue to massage circles over the swollen flesh.

“I love sucking you off, Rafael…” He moaned again as you sucked his crown, sliding your tongue over his slit. “I love worshipping your beautiful cock until you pump your seed into my mouth.” You again took the head of his appendage between your lips, hand stroking the base and earning another grunt from him as he sucked your feminine core deeper into his mouth. “Oh my God, yeah that feels amazing. You taste so good, baby.”

“So do you,” he purred, opening his mouth wider and gripping your thigh. “So sweet, cariño,” he added, earning a moan from you. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Take me down your throat again, mi amor.”

Humming, you took him down to the base again, letting the tip of him thrust in and out of your throat before you gagged again and pulled up to catch your breath.

“Oh yeah, cariño, just like that,” he whispered, getting back to work to bring you release as well.

Between the dirty talking and the mutual stimulation, it wasn’t long until both of you were rocking against each other’s mouths, hands stroking over every inch of skin you could reach. Every time his cock reached the back of your throat, he could feel his release inching closer and closer to the edge and he curled an arm around the thigh over his head to dip his finger inside you as his mouth focused on the sensitive, swollen bud closest to him.

Both of you began to moan against one another, effectively pulling you both over the peak. The two of you, working as one, prolonged the orgasm of the other, gradually slowing to a stop. He rolled onto his back, sated and out of breath as you repositioned yourself to lay your head beside his again. A soft smile broke out on your face before you rolled over and ran a hand over his hairy chest.

“Hmm, take that, Missionary Mondays,” you sighed in a lust filled voice, grinning up at him.

He smirked, snorting softly as he looked back at you.

“It’s Friday, cariño,” he pointed out as his arm brought you closer against him.

“Should we start calling it Freaky Friday?” you teased.

“Very funny, we are not naming the days of the week,” he answered in a chuckle.

“Why not?” you replied, turning your head to kiss his nipple. “Hmm, Tantric Sex Tuesdays…”

“Please do not suggest Watersports Wednesdays…”

“Nah, I’m not into that,” you answered with a chuckle. “Wand Vibrator Wednesdays,” you clarified, earning a laughing from him. “Talking Dirty Thursdays–”

“Let’s not limit dirty talk to just Thursdays,” he replied.

“Fair enough.”

“Teasing Thursdays,” he suggested.

“Mmm, I love that. Secret Sin Saturday?” you mused as your fingertips danced over his torso. He smirked, nodding in approval as he kissed your lips softly. “I vote we keep Lazy Sundays.”

“I have no objection to that,” he replied, kissing you again, a little more deeply.

“Good. ‘Cause I love our Lazy Sundays,” you whispered, kissing softly over his chest. “I love how you wake me up with breakfast in bed.” You kissed his neck, your hands still stroking over his front. “And how you make love to me afterwards, and how we stay in bed naked all day touching each other. I could never get tired of that,” you vowed, kissing his mouth sensually.

“Neither could I,” he whispered, humming against your mouth as he kissed you back. “Now…Detective, I believe you asked me to, what was it? ‘Fuck you until you passed out?’ Is that right? I believe that’s a direct quote,” he purred, taking your lips again.

“It is, well played, Counselor,” you answered, kissing him back as he rolled both of you over to perched himself above you.

“Where are your handcuffs?” he asked against your jaw. You hummed and smiled widely, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Ohh, I love Freaky Fridays,” you said, giggling as he chuckled and kissed you again.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” you answered.