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Went onto the Official Merlin twitter account to see what they're up to these days after I remembered that it had returned, only to see an Uther thirst trap
This confirms the thought I've had rolling around in my head that for my Arthur Returns fic I should have the general public make thirst traps for Merlin and Arthur nods nods yes yes this is a good idea
#this arthur returns fic im writing is gonna flop so hard but man one day you'll see all my random ideas#that i keep posting about come together even if you never read it :P
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Agent Peña
Summary: You and Javi are unpacking as you move into your new house, when you come across something unusual in one of the boxes. Surprise, it's Javi's old tac vest, and boy, do you need to show him how good he still looks in it.
Word Count: 5.3K (I'm surprised it's not longer, I could write a thesis about this vest)
Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (no used of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)
Warnings: SMUT (18+) BOY OH BOY- unprotected p in v sex (be better pls), oral (m receiving), face fucking, mastrubation (f), big ole praise kink, creampie, cum play (ig??), soft dom!Javi (still being our consent king as always), Javi lifts reader up on the dresser and holds her hair, Javi's got a FILTHY mouth, THE VEST STAYS ON LADIES AND GENTS (gn)
A/N: ....Well.... Here we are. This idea has been rotting in the back of my brain for SO long, and I am finally ready to serve my time in horny jail đ«Ą As y'all know, Javi's tac vest is deeply important to me, and it only feels right to support my namesake as such by sharing my deeply dirty thoughts of getting absolutely obliterated by this man in that stupid fucking vest. If you know me, no you DON'T, please do not make eye contact with me for the next 7-10 business days. đ€Ș
This can be read as a stand alone, or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!!
âAre you sure this is the last box?âÂ
âYes, Hermosa, Iâm positive.â
âWell, that was your answer 3 boxes ago, Jav.âÂ
You laughed to yourself, hauling what was supposedly the last cardboard box out of the back of Javiâs truck as you followed behind him into your new house. Your official move in day had finally come, and while you and Javi had been periodically transporting things from your apartment to the new house since it had been finished with construction, today was the last day on your lease, and the first day of your forever in your new home together. While you couldn't have been more excited to finally be in a real home of your own with Javi, you were much less excited about the 47 trips you had made in and out of the house, hauling boxes to and from Javiâs truck, and unpacking your entire existence into your new living space.Â
You let out a little grunt as you set down the box into the mountain-like pile that had accumulated in your living room, Javi sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he planted a soft kiss on your shoulder.Â
âYou promise this was the last one?â You giggled, your voice oozing with sarcasm as you gave Javi a playful nudge while he held you in his grasp.Â
âPromise.â He laughed, giving you a squeeze, only making you squeal and squirm even more. âHopefully unpacking shouldnât take too long, Iâll start moving the heavier shit upstairs and in the garage, and Iâll come help you down here when Iâm done.âÂ
âWhat, are you saying I'm not strong enough to carry the heavy boxes? Rude.â You teased, spinning around to face him, crossing your arms over your chest, one eyebrow raised.Â
âYou know thatâs not what Iâm trying to say, you dork.â Javi sighed, rolling his eyes at your utter lack of seriousness in response to his comment.Â
âI donât know⊠Sure seems like it to me⊠I just donât think that- HEY! PUT ME DOWN! STOP, STOP, YOU MEANIE!â You screeched, flapping your arms in hysterical laughter as Javi slung you over his shoulder, trapping you in the only way heâd figured out how to get you to stop with your never ending sass- tickling you until you were close to tears. âFine, I- Javi! Stop! You win! You win! Let me go, you butt!âÂ
âDid you just call me a butt?â He snorted, setting you back down on the ground, smirking at the goofy grin on your face as you tried to recompose yourself, post tickle torture.Â
âI would have come up with a better insult if I wasnât close to almost peeing my pants.â You grumbled, sticking your tongue out at Javi, the two of you trying your best to keep from bursting into laughter again.Â
âWill you just go start unpacking, weirdo? The sooner weâre done, the sooner we can go break in the new bed.â He smirked, biting down on his lip, his eyes looking you up and down with a mischievous sparkle.Â
âOooorrrrrr⊠We could just go break it in now and unpack later?â You shrugged, placing your hands on Javiâs chest, grabbing a fist full of the soft cotton of his worn t-shirt as you pressed up on your tiptoes and placed a kiss on his pouty lip.Â
âAs much as I want to,â He paused, pressing his lips back into yours, feeling the smile of his smug grin, âIf we go now, thereâs no way all of this is ever getting unpacked.âÂ
âUgh, fine. You win again, Mr. Reasonable.â You frowned, giving him one last quick kiss before pulling away to search through the endless sea of cardboard to sort where each box needed to go. You reached down, hoisting up one labeled âbedroomâ and resting it on your hip, pointing to the scratchy scribbles of Javiâs handwriting. âLook! Iâm already going to the bedroom, sooooooâŠâÂ
âOsitaâŠâ  Â
âFine, fine. You better move those boxes fast. Rude to keep your wife waiting like this, ya know.âÂ
âWill you please just go unpack, Hermosa?â He sighed, laughing and shaking his head, hiking up two boxes, heavy enough to make his biceps flex and the veins in his forearms incredibly noticeable. You could almost hear yourself audibly gulp as you watched him walk up the stairs, the muscles of his back flexing and straining deliciously against the gray cotton of his t-shirt.Â
âJesus fucking ChristâŠâ You muttered to yourself, in awe of your husbandâs sheer broadness. So in awe, in fact, that you hadnât even realized you had let your box slip from its place resting against your hip onto the living room floor, making you jump and startle yourself, scrambling to try and pick it back up in hopes that Javi hadnât noticed.Â
âYou okay, baby?â Javi shouted from halfway up the stairs, peeking his head over the railing to see what had happened.Â
âYup, yup, totallyyyyy fine, all good, just going to unpack, nothing to see here.â You mumbled, darting down the hallway, eyes peeled in whatever direction was the exact opposite of Javi.Â
Oof. You better find a way to become the worldâs fastest unpacker.Â
Thankfully, you and Javi seemed to make an unspoken pact to unpack in separate parts of the house to avoid distracting each other, Javi now working on organizing things in the garage while you worked on sorting all of the things that belonged in your master bedroom. Clothes and sheets had been easy to put away compared to all of the pots and pans you had unboxed in the kitchen before this, working your best to put things away as fast as you could with keeping the metal clashing and clanging to a minimum.
 As you dragged the last box labeled âMaster Bedroomâ into your room from the hallway, you were curious what kind of contents could be inside, considering youâd put away all of yours and Javiâs clothes, and whatever bedding belonged in your room. You spun the box around to each side, looking for any more clues, until your last turn, where you found âJavi DEAâ printed on the upper corner.Â
You paused for a moment, letting your fingers drum across the tattered cardboard, questioning whether or not you should leave it for Javi to deal with, or open it up for yourself. You gently chewed on your bottom lip as you internally debated, trying to rationalize with yourself before quite literally opening up a box into Javiâs past.
You had heard about the good, bad and ugly that had been Javiâs life in Colombia before returning home to Laredo, so you would be shocked to find something in this box that Javi really didnât want you to see.Â
Itâs not like there was anything heâd be trying to hide from you in there, right? Probably just a bunch of badges and paperwork, anyways.Â
With a little sigh and a shrug, you carefully ripped down the seam of the tape holding the box together, slowly lifting the cardboard flaps to reveal the contents inside. As you peeked into the box, you let out a little huff of relief to find out that your suspicions were correct- nothing but file folders, old badges and ancient coffee mugs with DEA symbols slapped across the front.Â
You began making your way through the box, sorting its contents into piles for Javi to go through once he was finished in the garage. Even though majority of the items inside the DEA box were less than thrilling (unless you had a thing for reading 50 page long contracts full of legal jargon), you did get a kick out of Javiâs old badges, giggling at his grumpy frown that seemed to be plastered across his face in every picture he took from the time he started, until he retired. What cracked you up even more was finding the badges from the first few years Javi must have started working for the DEA, still sporting his signature pout, but with a clean shaven baby face you had only had the pleasure of seeing from the photo albums of Javi's youth that his father, Chucho, had so lovingly offered to share with you.
You gave the picture a sweet smile before setting it down with the rest of the badges in the growing pile, mindlessly reaching back into the box to pull out what you assumed would be more file folders full of paperwork. Except this time, you felt your fingertips graze against what felt like tough and worn fabric, dragging your hand further along the cloth until hitting a patch of scratchy velcro, making you cock your head in confusion. You scooted yourself over closer to the box, peering under the few manilla folders left inside to spot an army green strap popping out from in between them.Â
Now very much intrigued, you dug your hand between the sea of papers, yanking on the mystery item to reveal a deep olive green vest, followed by a few crinkled pictures that must have been stuck inside it, gently fluttering to the floor in front of you. You set down the much heavier than expected vest to pick up one of the photos face down on the carpet, only to turn it over and feel your jaw practically drop to the floor and eyes bulge out of your skull. Because in that picture, was not just any photo of Javi from his time in Colombia, this was a photo of Javi, in the very vest that you had dug out from the bottom of his box.Â
And holy fuck did he look hot.Â
Frantically, you picked up another photo that had fallen to the floor, feeling your heart legitimately skip a beat to find it was another shot of him in the vest, his dark curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat soaking his skin and the light blue button down underneath it, hands resting on the hips of his dark gray khaki pants that left very little to the imagination. You flipped over one last picture, only to find the same, breathtaking visual of him in that damn vest, his biceps straining against the sweat-stained cotton of his army green shirt, the veins in his forearms prominently on display as he held the gun he was carrying pointed at the ground.Â
While you had never seen these photos, or even known about this mystery vest until today, there was a part of you that was glad you hadnât- the way Javi looked suited up in that vest had your head reeling in a way you werenât sure youâd ever recover from, because Jesus Fucking Christ, it was the hottest goddamn thing youâd ever seen.Â
Your eyes darted back and forth between the three photos, each picture somehow looking better than the last every time you found a new detail to drink in that made Javi look even more delicious.
Holy fuck.
You couldnât help but let your mind wander even further than it already was, picturing what Javi would look like with it on now, the broadness of his shoulders filling out the vest even more than he would have the last time he wore it.Â
You were so entranced, so lost in ogling at how attractive Javi looked in the vest, that you hadnât noticed the sound his familiar footsteps trudging down the hallway, stopping in the doorway of your bedroom and watching you as you sat cross legged on the floor, hunched over the now nearly empty box.Â
âHey, Hermosa, Iâm almost all done in the garage if you wanna-â Javiâs voice quietly trailed off as his eyes wandered, looking at the items from inside the box spread across the floor, stopping at the long forgotten sight of his old tac vest propped up against the cardboard.
He couldnât help but quietly laugh to himself, simply out of shock that you had even found the vest in the first place, considering he hadnât even remembered it had been living inside a box that hadnât been touched since it was shipped back to Laredo with the rest of his things post DEA.
âWhere the hellâd you find this? I havenât seen this thing in fucking years.â He chuckled, reaching down to pick up the well worn armor, letting his thumb run along the seams of the rough fabric as he held it up in front of him, blocking your blushing and bright red face from his view.Â
âIt was uh- it was at the bottom of the box.â You gulped, trying not to stumble over your words, biting down on your tongue to try and keep your embarrassingly sheepish smirk at bay, Javiâs eyes now meeting yours as he lowered the vest from his view. He tilted his head in confusion at your clearly flustered state, reaching out his free hand to gently grab your arm, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your skin, his touch only making you more riled up.Â
âHermosa, are you okay?âÂ
âYeah Iâm- yes, Iâm- Iâm fine, itâs stupid.â You muttered, making no attempts to cover up your clearly blatant lie, darting your eyes away from Javi and shifting your gaze to the floor to try and hide your hot, flushed face, embarrassed that you were this worked up from 3 old photos and a piece of police gear.
But unfortunately for you, Javi knew you like the back of his hand, and knew all too well when you werenât telling him something that was on your mind.Â
Letting his hand slide up your arm and across your collarbone, he stopped at your chin, forcing your gaze back on him, giving you a smug shrug and raise of his eyebrows, silently waiting for your real response, the one he knew you were hiding behind your bashful facade.Â
âWhatâs going on, baby?âÂ
With your eyes locked on his, thumb resting under your jaw, you had no choice but to swallow your own pride, the sweet dark brown of his glare coaxing your sheepish secret right out of you.Â
âThere were- there were pictures of you in the vest in the box. You look- Jesus, Javi, you look really fucking hot.âÂ
âThatâs it?â He laughed, softly swiping his thumb across your cheek, still feeling like he hadnât quite gotten everything out of you.Â
âWell I was thinking... that uh- if- what-âÂ
âWhat, baby? Talk to me, itâs okay.âÂ
Oh, fuck me.Â
âWould you, um, would- would you put it on?âÂ
âPut it on?â He chuckled, lifting up the vest, gesturing towards it.Â
âMhhmmmm.â You nodded, letting your tongue run against your teeth before biting down on your bottom lip, feeling a rush of heat rapidly creeping through your body.Â
âLike, right now?âÂ
âLike, right now.âÂ
Realizing that you were completely serious about your request, Javi let out a playful scoff, running his hand over the back of his neck, almost as flustered by your ask as you were at the thought alone of seeing him in his vest.Â
âReally? I mean, uh- yeah, okay.â Working in a quick and determined silence, Javi began slipping the vest over his head, pulling it over his broad shoulders and unfastening the velcro sides before readjusting them, tugging the flaps tighter against his stomach to hold them in place, quietly grumbling to himself. âUsed to be able to pull these a lot tighterâŠâ He groaned, flattening the last strap against the velcro.
As his focused shifted from his vest to you, he couldnât help but smirk at the dumbfounded look on your face- the image in front of you leaving you so completely stunned, you felt like you needed to wipe the corner of your mouth to make sure that there wasnât any drool coming out of it. Your brain was so short circuited, at a loss to form any sort of coherent sentence, the best you could muster out was a low, shaky, âHoly fucking shit.âÂ
âDidnât know you had a thing for tactical vests.â Javi grinned with a devilish look slowing spreading across his face, seeing the complete and utter mess you were becoming as he slowly stepped towards you, the looming image of his broad body in that fucking vest making your heart race and your palms sweat.Â
âWell, I- I didnât, um, I didnât-â You stammered, your breath trembling as you tried to respond, your brain going blank as you watched Javi approach you. Before you had a chance to even try to and concoct some sort of answer, Javiâs hand was back under your chin, fingers wrapped around your jaw with a much tighter and demanding presence than just a few moments ago, sensing the undeniable shift of palpable tension in the room.Â
âDidnât what? Use your words, sweet girl.â He rasped, teasing you with his knowingly smug smirk, his words shooting straight to your core, making your stomach flip in anxious arousal.Â
You could feel your words bobbing in your throat as you swallowed, your tongue darting out of your parted mouth, desperate to taste Javiâs lips now barely ghosting yours, patiently waiting for your response, relishing in the needy mess he could sense you were quickly becoming.Â
âDidnât realize it until I saw you in it. You look- fuck- you look so hot.â You whispered, feeling his warm breath against your skin as he sucked at your pulse point, his teeth nipping at your neck as a ragged moan escaped your mouth. âJaviâŠâÂ
âNot gonna give you what you want 'till you tell me. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me what you want.â You could practically feel his satisfied smirk as his kisses worked their way down your neck towards your chest, each press of his lips taunting you, only making it harder and harder for any part of your brain to function.Â
âI wanna- fuck- I wanna suck your dick. Fuck, I need to taste you.â You whimpered, reaching out to run your hand across his vest, letting it trail from his chest, down to his stomach, your fingertips grazing his belt buckle before a firm grasp wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand in place and stopping it from traveling any further.Â
âNuh-uh.â Javi tutted, rasping in your ear. âBe a good girl and ask first. Tell me how badly you need it.â Â
âPlease, Javi. Fuck, please let me suck your dick, baby. Please.â You moaned, sounding more desperate than you had intended, but fuck, there was nothing you wanted to do more than drop to your knees and worship him in the most sinful way you could. Â
âJesus, youâre so fucking pretty when you beg for it. You need me that bad, Hermosa?â Javi grinned, feeling you nod your head frantically, the hand he was holding in his grasp reaching for below his belt. âOkay, baby, show me how bad you need me, huh?âÂ
In an instant, you were dragging your hands down his vest, sinking to the ground as you frantically worked to undo his belt buckle, the quiet clang of the metal singing a song of sweet relief as you shuffled his pants down his legs before hooking your fingers around the elastic waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to meet his pants. pooling around his ankles. His cock sprung free as it was released, already painfully hard and weeping with precum as it slapped against his stomach, the sight alone making you lick your lips. You kissed the inside of his thighs, trailing your way up to his shaft in long, languid movements, dragging your tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock before sinking just his tip between your lips, swirling it in your mouth.Â
You had barely touched him, but you were already so worked up that what had started as just a wet patch in your underwear had now turned into the fabric becoming completely soaked in your slick, leaving your cunt aching and throbbing. With your mouth still sucking and flicking at his tip, you couldnât help but let your hand snake down your front, sneaking between your skin and the waistband of your pants as it dipped into your underwear. You let your fingers slide through your folds, before sinking them into your heat, your hips instinctively grinding down on your hand to find any sort of temporary relief as you fucked yourself with your fingers.Â
Looking up at him with batted lashes, you sunk your mouth deeper down on his length, hollowing your cheeks as you took him inch by inch, watching his eyes go wide as you took the hand that had just been inside your pants back out to reveal the shiny slick covering your fingers, then wrapping them around his base, covering his shaft in your arousal.Â
It was taking everything in him just to say fuck it right then and there, to toss you onto the bed and fuck you until you were begging him to stop, but watching the way you worked around his cock so needily had him so stunned, he couldnât bring himself to do anything but let you work your magic.Â
âJesus, fuckâŠâ Javi muttered to himself, already feeling his balls beginning to tighten as your head bobbed along his dick, sinking down just enough to let the deep, musky scent of the curls at the base of his shaft tickle your nostrils.Â
It wasnât long before his hand was buried deep in your hair, his fingers cradling the back of your head as his hips began to buck towards your face, trying to hold himself back from full-on fucking your throat, until your fingers wrapped around the back of his thighs, bracing yourself as you gave Javi your silent nod of approval to keep going. Letting a low groan rumble in his chest, his second hand met the one already palming the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock as he thrust deeper into your throat, tears welling in your eyes and saliva spilling out the corners of your mouth. His tip brushed against your gag reflex, making you dig your fingertips further and further into his skin.Â
âOh fuck- this what you wanted, Quierda? To get on your knees and let me- shit, shit, shit- fuck that pretty little mouth of yours like the good girl you are?â Javi hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep himself together as he watched his length slide in and out of your mouth, tempted to let himself go and spill deep down your throat, watching his spend drip down your lips. But he knew heâd be kicking himself if he wasnât finishing buried in the depths of your cunt, your warm, wet walls milking him of every last drop, clenching around him as you came.Â
That was enough to pull him back to his senses, guiding his dick out of your mouth, the two of you catching your breath as you wiped your hand with the back of your mouth in confusion, wondering what had made him back off so quickly.Â
âJavi, are you okay? Did I do something wr-oh!â You gasped, stumbling as Javi forcefully pulled you to your feet, manhandling you towards your dresser, your mouths becoming a mess of tangled tongues and teeth as your back bumped against the wooden edge. Javiâs hands were under your legs, grabbing you and hosting you up to sit on top of it, ripping your pants and underwear down off your hips and tossing them to the floor.Â
âI need to be inside you. Fuck, I need to feel you when I fuck you full of me.â He mewled, reaching down to stroke himself as he lined his dick up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds, coating it even more in your slick before sinking himself deep into your pussy, flushing his hips against you as his cock bumped against your cervix. Even though you were already soaking wet, you couldnât help but whimper at the sweet sting of how full Javiâs stretch made you feel, gripping around the shoulder straps of his tac vest for dear life as he began to thrust in and out of you, already setting a punishing, desperate pace.Â
You wrapped your legs around the small of his back just under his vest, whimpering and moaning into his shoulder as your buried your face in the crook of his neck the lewd noises of muted moans and slapping skin filling the room as Javi punched into you, his cock splitting you open in the best way possible.Â
âJavi, oh fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good, oh shit-â You whined, your brain going blank, babbling between moans, already feeling a tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine while Javiâs hands gripped around your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you hard and deep. Your cunt was starting to clench around his cock, pounding into that sweet spot inside you that had you seeing stars and screaming his name as you could feel yourself coming undone around him.Â
Rutting your hips against him, the hairs at his base rubbed your clit, the friction giving you just enough stimulation to send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with a ferocious intensity, flooding every inch of your body with pleasure.Â
âThatâs it. Give it to me, Hermosa. Fuck- cum all over me baby girl.â Javi hissed through gritted teeth, his words humming deep in his throat as he fucked you through your high, his hands holding you in place as you melted into him, your body going limp as you came. âYou gonna give me another one, Querida? Be a good girl and give me one more before I fuck you so full of me, Iâll be dripping out of you for days.âÂ
You were so lost in your pleasure, you couldnât find any words, simply nodding your head as you moaned into his neck, only starting to come to when you suddenly felt an emptiness in your cunt, Javi pulling out to scoot you off the dresser, guiding your feet to the floor as he turned you over, splaying your chest across the wooden surface and pinning your arms behind your back. Gently nudging your feet wider, you could feel his broad body looming over yours, his hot breath dancing across your neck as he nibbled at your ear.Â
âYou still okay, Osita?âÂ
âMhmmmmâ You whimpered, your body trembling as Javiâs hands ran across your hips, feeling his hard length pressed against your ass, wiggling your bottom half against him, desperate for him to ease the emptiness between your legs again.Â
âLemme hear you say it, baby. Tell me how bad you need it.â Javi grunted, now dragging his cock through your folds, teasing your dripping entrance, waiting painfully patiently for your response.Â
âI need it so bad, Javi, please, please baby.â You moaned, rolling your hips and pushing your ass back on him, doing anything to try and feel him inside you again.Â
âMy needy girl. Shhhhh, itâs okay baby, Iâve got you.â Javi smirked, flushing his hips against your ass as he bottomed out inside you, the fullness making you cry out in pleasure.
He slowly began thrusting in and out of you, dragging his cock along your heat, each stroke punching against your g-spot, so wet that you could hear each rut of his hips as he buried himself deeper and deeper into your hilt.Â
You were so blissed out, barely hanging by a thread as you felt heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, that you were resting your head against the dresser, closing your eyes as you felt yourself coming undone. That was until Javiâs firm grasp shifted from pinning your hands behind your back to sliding up your neck, resting his hand under your jaw and forcing your gaze into the mirror on top of your dresser.Â
Your eyes locked with Javiâs, the reflection of him in his vest towering behind you as he thrusted into you over and over, watching the brown pools of his eyes darken with lust as he watched you slowly begin to come undone under him.Â
âEyes on me, baby. Wanna see that pretty face when you cum all over me.âÂ
The image of him was all consuming- His wide shoulders spilling from the sides of the vest, his dark, damp curls sticking to his forehead from the sheen of his sweat that had begun to pool in his brow, the wrecked look painted across his face making you weaker and weaker as you could feel the heat creeping up your legs and through your core.Â
Reaching back, you grabbed on to the side of his vest, burying your fingers into the thick fabric for dear life as his pace began to quicken, his thrusts becoming faster and sloppier with each snaps of his hips as he felt your pussy fluttering around his length, watching you turn into a puddle below him.Â
âI know youâre close, baby. Câmon Hermosa, oh shit- give it to me.â Javi grunted, letting his hand drop from your jaw to snake down your body, the pads of his fingers circling your clit with just enough force to have you screaming his name, clenching your cunt around his cock as you came.Â
âJavi, Javi, oh fuck, fuck, fuck-â You babbled, your eyes practically rolling in the back of your head as Javi began to follow suit, rambling incoherently, chasing his own high.Â
âI know, baby, I know. Such a good fucking girl, taking me so well. Fuck, oh shit- Iâm close, too. Oh, fuck me- Jesus Christ, Iâm gonna-ahhhhhh-â With only a few more thrusts, Javi was spilling inside you, his spend pulsing against your walls as he milked himself of every drop he had, his body slumping over yours as your chests rose and fell in sync, trying to catch your breath.Â
Your legs trembled as the warm mix of your spend trailed down your thighs, only to be caught by his fingers, slowly dragging your combined arousal back up your skin before taking it and pushing it back into your entrance, languidly pulsing his digits in and out of your dripping hole, making a ragged moan fall from your lips as he nipped at your neck, softly sucking at your pulse point.Â
âGonna keep you full of me all night, sweet girl, all fucking night.âÂ
âHoly fuckâŠâ You whined, finally catching your breath enough to speak before pushing yourself back up to stand, turning around to grab Javiâs face, pulling him in for an electric, passionate kiss before letting your hands rest on the worn army green of his vest, quietly laughing to yourself in disbelief. âJesus fucking Christ, Javi.âÂ
âYou okay, Osita? Sorry if I got carried away, I just- fuck, seeing how worked up you were, I-âÂ
âJavier JesĂșs Peña, you better not be apologizing to me for being the hottest fucking thing Iâve ever seen in that goddamn vest. I swear to God, Iâm never letting you take that thing off. Well⊠On second thought, if you donât take it off I donât think I will ever be productive ever again because holy shit.âÂ
The two of you couldnât help but laugh to yourselves as Javi wrapped his arms around your waist, his thumbs tracing soft circles against the bare skin of your hips, looking out at the scattered sea of pants and underwear on the floor that had been quickly left behind during your horny antics.Â
âWell, if you let me take it off,â Javi grinned, pressing a chast kiss on your cheek and then peppering them towards your lips, âthen we can go take a shower to clean up,â he paused again, feeling his smile against your mouth, âwe can go break in the bed, and I can return your little favor from earlier since someone was too eager to get dicked down to let me.âÂ
âOh, shut up, can you blame me? Donât have to ask me twice.â You giggled, raising a playful eyebrow at Javi. âJust promise me one thing, okay?âÂ
âOf course, Hermosa. Anything.âÂ
âDonât you ever get rid of that fucking vest, Agent Peña.âÂ
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Have My Baby | C. Sturniolo
"Where'd you come from, with all these statements? / Only thing I wanna know is, can you have my baby." -Chief Keef
pairing : Toxic!Chris x Fem!Reader
Summary : When a sweet date night with your boyfriend turns into arguing in the restaurant, Chris wants to let you know he still loves you, even though he doesn't act like it most of the time.
Warnings : use of y/n, mentions of cheating, arguing, swearing, use of bitch in a derogatory way, lowkey angst??, manipulation, smut, p in v, riding, talk of breeding, pet names (baby, princess, ma), 18+
authors note : please don't point out how i keep posting everything BUT the requests i've gotten⊠i also made a bot for this so enjoy
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The fancy restaurant you sat in buzzed with chatter, lit with only the dim, warm lighting of the expensive glass-beaded chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. Chris set his menu down with a small, content sigh, smiling at you as he looked into your eyes. "Know that I want," He said simply, placing his hands in front of him on top of the menu, "You?"
You looked up from the menu, matching your boyfriends smile. "What're you getting?" You asked him before setting your menu down in front of you as well, still opened, "I'm a little stuck. Maybe we can share?"
The gesture could've been seen as some type of romantic 'Lady and the Tramp' scene, if it weren't for the underlying tension. You two had never been good together. The way you practically had to beg Chris for two days straight to take you out tonight said it all, and yet, you both sat disingenuously and played house day by day. Even so, all this fancy bullshit had only been enough to fool your boyfriends fans, but everyone else around you guys saw. They saw the way Chris' shitty antics affected you - How they'd caused you to vie for his attention in the same shitty ways he did yours.
There was a flicker of something you couldn't quite make out in Chris' eyes, but he maintained that same smile. "Pasta, like always. You don't like Alfredo," He answered, his tone sweet, making it so that no one around would notice the complaisant undertone like you could.
Of course he'd be like this, how stupid of you to assume he'd enjoy himself tonight. His attitude made you remember how silent he was while you got ready for your date after he finally agreed, only watching you get all dolled up while he wore his usual beanie and t-shirt. Your shoulders dropped when you caught the insincerity, eyes flicking to look at the menu once more as your smile faded. You took a minute to examine while Chris watched from across the table, opening your mouth to say something when you were ready, only to be cut off by the dinging notification on your phone.
Instantly, your head snapped to your phone not far from the menu, reaching to grab it. "Forgot to turn off my ringer." You gave him an uneasy chuckle, flipping the switch on the side of your phone.
"Who's texting you?" Chris asked, smile now gone and hands to the side of him when you looked up at him.
You sucked in a sharp breath before clicking the power button to check the contact. "My mom," You answered, hearing your phone buzz a few more times on the table.
"Seems important, you should text her back."
Hesitantly, to his wishes, you picked your phone off the table and unlocked it with your face. You clicked on messages to type a reply, feeling your phone being snatched from your hands before you could even read the texts for yourself. "Chris-"
He hummed as he read the messages, his face sour with your phone held up to it. "Baby pictures," He replied, sounding disappointed.
A huff left your mouth when you saw him going to type for you, making you reach over the table and snatch your phone from him. "The fuck?" Chris raised his voice a bit, causing people at surrounding tables to glance over.
"I'm not a cheater like you, asshole. Don't sound so down about it." You ignored the agitated charge in his tone as you tweaked your neck at him, speaking in a low tone and giving him an almost disgusted look.
Chris rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Oh please, don't be a bitch about stupid shit. I've never cheated and you know it." His tone was sassy, tongue prodding at his cheek.
The scoff that came from you was so bitter, it almost had Chris leaning over to spit the taste of it out of his mouth. "Only 'cause I caught you before you could actually meet up to fuck her." The blunt words caused a pain in his chest, though he'd never admit it. He kept his composure in front of you, not even flinching at the daggers your eyes threw at him.
He shook his head dismissively, looking up at the light fixtures above you two. "I can't stand you sometimes."
That instant click of your tongue he knew so well made Chris' eyes snap back to your face, knowing he'd really ticked you now. "Ya know what? I shouldn't have even forced you to take me out on a date for once," You stood from your seat, grabbing your belongings as calm as you could in hopes to not alert other people simply enjoying their meals, "I knew it was too much for you to handle. Especially in these times where you 'can't stand' me."
Chris watched with parted lips as you walked away from the table, stiletto heels clacking against the marble floors. You thanked the hostess, letting her know you wouldn't be dining here tonight in a sweet tone before turning to the door. It took a moment, but eventually Chris snapped back into reality, rushing out of the doors to catch up to you.
You already had your hand on the door handle of your car when he finally caught sight of you again, making him sigh in relief that you hadn't already taken off. Your eyes met his when he made it to the tail of your car, sighing before opening the front door. "Get in, you scrub," You demanded in fed up exasperation as you slid into the drivers seat.
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The ride home had been silent, and it was no different for the walk into your house. You hung your purse up on the hooks nailed by the door, Chris walking past you and stopping at the bottom step with his hands in his pockets. Why didn't you just take him home and go back to your place? You hadn't a clue. You really had no intentions of talking things outâ at least not tonight.
There were many things you didn't have a clue about. Like why you hadn't left him back when you guys were seventeen, when he'd hid you and played with your feelings all the way up until he realized he could brag about you when he started doing YouTube. You could've really put your foot down when you guys were eighteen and he'd told you he could never love you. You should've told him to fuck off back when you were nineteen and caught him practically sexting multiple other girls for the first time. But now he's twenty, all rich and famous, dragging you out to LA with him and his brothers, and he doesn't even feel the need to show any sort of appreciation for everything you do for him.
"You look gorgeous," He mumbled as you walked past him, making your way up his stairs with tall heels on, to which he wrapped an arm around your waist from behind to guide you.
The stinging from you swatting him away from you was nothing compared to the stinging way you'd walked out of the date you so desperately pleaded with him for because he couldn't manage one peaceful night with his girlfriend. "I don't need your help." You placed your hand on the wall as you picked up your pace to walk a few steps ahead of him.
Chris sighed, slowly but surely trailing behind you. By the time you'd made it to the stairwell leading down to his room, he'd just made it to the top of the stairs at the entrance, searching your irritated face as you rounded the corner. His pace picked up significantly when he saw you take the first step down without even thinking to take your shoes off, afraid you'd fall or something. He grabbed you again, this time hooking your arm on his. "Please," He said gently, not wanting you to push him away this time.
Again, you huffed, reluctantly allowing him to guide you down the stairs like he was some gentleman, though you knew he wasn't. "I'm so tired of you." You started, unable to help yourself. You were just so frustrated with him all the time.
His eyes on the ground, Chris licked his lips at your words, genuinely ashamed of himself for tonight. "I know, baby," He assured you, surprising you when his words came out remorseful, "I know."
"Don't 'baby' me, you ruin everything," You continued on, ranting out of a mix of sadness and anger. "What am I? Just some girl you flaunt to a camera as if you're some awesome, amazing boyfriend?"
He looked up at you, eyes drooping like a child being scolded as he opened his bedroom door for you. "I love you." He simply replied as he let go of you, voice barely above a whisper.
You walked into his room freely, finally taking your shoes off. "Every time you start some stupid 'I love you' shit, I physically cringe," You began an almost entirely new rant, Chris grabbing your heels from your hands to set them neatly aside as he listened intently, "Because, fuck, I love you, but I'll never ever believe you feel the same after what you said to me years ago."
"So was I. And now what? You're gonna say you didn't mean it?" You cut him off, "Even freshly eighteen, I'd never say some stupid shit like that to put you down, whether I meant it or not."
Chris hummed as he turned back to you, "I was young-"
"So was I. And now what? You're gonna say you didn't mean it?" You cut him off, "Even freshly eighteen, I'd never say some stupid shit like that to put you down, whether I meant it or not."
"You don't understand," He took a few steps closer, "Y/n, I'd do anything for you."
You crossed your arms as you looked at him, not buying it. "Oh, I'm sure you would, Christopher."
The sigh he let out at your sarcasm actually caused you to snap out of your angry haze for a moment, feeling a bit sorry for him for some reason. Of course, he had this chewing out coming for quite some time now, but you'd never expected yourself to be so blunt about everything out of nowhere. "you're just so much better than me," He said in a defeated tone, features soft as he looked you up and down.
At any other given moment, he would've said that in such a condescending tone, but it was almost as if he didn't have it in him to pick and egg on the argument like normal. "I want nothing than to spend the rest of my life with you," He breathed, stepping closer to wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.
"Chris, what're you-"
He cut you off with a kiss, much more gentle than any kiss you'd ever gotten from him before. His fingers made his way up to underneath your chin, lifting it to move the kiss from your lips to underneath your jaw. "We could do so much together," He picked up his head, hands sliding under your cute, flowey shirt, "We should've done so much more together by now."
You looked at him with a confused expression, like you were unsure of if he was being serious or not. "I wanna start a family with you," He punctuated his words with kisses down your neck, "And get married. All that sappy shit."
"You're such a fake," You replied as he gently pushed you down on his bed. This, like other times, had to be some sort of manipulation to keep you from leaving, and deep down you knew it. Yet, for some reason, you always ended up letting him have his way with you. Of course, the sex was good, but was it good enough to endure the torture of Chris Sturniolo himself?
Even so, when your boyfriend crawled on his bed to attach his lips to yours from above you, you opened your legs for him to slip himself between. Chris groaned when you reached your hand around his neck to play with the tufts of hair just at the base of his skull, ultimately pulling his kiss in deeper. "A fake?" He feigned offense, "You have no idea how i really see you."
"A little hard when you claim to hate me." You forced out a chuckle, shifting uncomfortablely benath your boyfriend.
Chris sucked in through his nose. "Don't be like that," He breathed before allowing his head to dip just under your chin, peppering kisses along your exposed collarbone.
You rolled your eyes, chin subconsciously lifting to give him better access. His motions only served to dampen your panties. Your hand rose to fall into his soft curls, massaging tenderly at his scalp. Chris groaned at the contact, lips exploring your body in slothish motions. He was in no rush.
Finally, he lifted his head again, kissing you so quick and gently that it'd almost felt like he caressed your lips with his. He wasted no time in sitting up against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap in that same motion. "Healthy or not, I could do this every day," He said softly, reaching up to brush his thumb over your cheek, "And this-" He didn't finish his sentence, hands roaming down the fabric of your dress in admiration.
He was so rightâ The problem is that this wasn't healthy. But fuck did you guys know how to forgive each other, with as much as you knew how to get on each others nerves. You exhaled softly at his words, somehow feeling content by them. Your arms wrapped around his neck, resting on his shoulders, "Sad to say I could too."
"I know."
With that, he grabbed your ass and lifted it from his lap, then letting go to unbuckle his jeans. He pulled them and his boxers down simultaneously, freeing the erection you hadn't even yet noticed. He wasn't interested in fully undressing himself, and he wasn't interested in undressing you at all. With how sexy you looked all dressed up for your guys' date? There was no way in hell. He reached to bunch your dress up at your waist, fingers dipping to press against the wet spot on the fabric of your panties. "Perfect, you can't resist me," He hummed out, lifting you over his aching cock.
"I can," You tried to fight back, only for your argument to be diminished by the way he ran his tip through your folds, eliciting a whimper from you.
You practically broke down on top of him, your legs on either side of his as you held onto his shoulders for support. He allowed the head of his cock to tease your aching clit and dripping entrance to no end, making you unable to hold back the pants the soft caressing on it forced out of you with your face now buried in his neck. "Chris," You whined, causing him to chuckle.
His hand let go of the base of his dick, gripping your hips to plop you down onto him with a hiss. You yelped at the way he'd filled you up so quickly, trembling a bit in his grasp. "Stay still, okay ma? G'na fuck a baby into you," He demanded, voice gruff with lust, "You'll know I'm fa'real then."
At that, he began thrusting into you, agonizingly slow as he sucked in through his perfectly straight teeth. You looked down between your bodies, lips parting to let out more sporadic pants of pleasure. Impatience took over him, beginning to thrust into you at a faster and rougher pace. By then, full moans escaped your lips, unable to contain them as he fucked you so good.
He grunted as your jaw went slack, his pace almost animalistic. He was never one for wasting time. He needed to cum. What other way would you carry his child if not for him shooting his warm seed into you? Surely your favorite panties would be soiled by the end of this, and you'd be lucky to keep your dress nice.
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Your husband Namani àšà§ â °â đŻ
little piece about namani kento as your smitten hubby (was supposed to be drabble + headcannons but i got a lil carried away)
(i gave up after a while but i wanted to post something)
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content: female!reader , light smut , p in v , housewife reader , lowercase + ass writing skills lmao , virgin!reader , not proof read , pathetic attempt at fluff
nanami kento whoâd you married a couple months ago, and you couldnât be happier with. He was your dream man, caring, loving thoughtful, and just perfect. The time you guys first interacted was something straight out of a christmas hallmark movie. You two met at a fancy restaurant that you worked at. He had been attending a business meeting that had been horribly dull until he laid his eyes on you. The way the work so dutifully for the large party, you seemed so outgoing and friendly. Never complaining nor making a single grimace. (because you knew they had money and you needed that extra tip ) Regardless, he had a respect for women who worked hard. Of course, the way your uniform skirt hugged at the swell of your thighs was attention-stealing enough. Heâd had caught your eye as well. His honey-blonde hair, the size of his biceps, and his stoicism is what initially drew you in. âAnd what would you like to drink sir?â You asked him, voice sugared and smile perfected just for men like him. âW-water.â Kento stuttered, sharp eyes suddenly clouded, drifting over your smaller frame. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie. âWater, please.â He reiterated himself with a monosyllabic tone. Yeah, he was the one.
nanami kento worked up the nerves to write his number below the check signature. He handed the tray back to you, and cleared his throat as you noticed his number along with âcome with me to dinner?â written in a neat cursive. You gave him a coy smile and tucked the note into the thin pocket of your apron. âIâd love too.â You told him, waving goodbye to the table. The blond found himself staring after you, warm blush dusted across his pale cheeks. The rest was history as they might say. You guys dating for a couple years, getting to know each other, discovering new things together, and building the blueprint of your upcoming future.
nanami kento who after marrying you, started to care less and less about his job. It was the sole thing he lived for before, taking up his time, energy and thoughts . But now his focus was elsewhere. It was on a woman who heâd met at a restaurant, a woman with her own identity with uniqueness interests and a personality that belonged solely to her. A woman he somehow manage to catch. You were the woman he would treat as his most prized possession, keeping his loving hold steady over you for as long as he could.
nanami kento who before you, woke up at 5; got dressed by 6 and was at work by 7 had tweaked his morning schedule to fit his now married life. Heâd set his phone alarm to go off at 6, but would you blame him? Heâd need the extra time to rot the morning away with his new wife :( Youâd be pressed against his back, arms enclosed around his chest with your sleepy head neatly tucked into the warmth of his neck. He didnât mind you being the bigger spoon, it just made getting up in the mornings so, so much harder. As he reluctantly tried to pry himself from your relentless grip, nanamni could feel your long, soft lashes flutter against his neck. âNamaniâŠtâs too earlyyyâŠâ youâd drawl, jaw heavy and mouth dry from your sleep. Heâd pull himself away even harder, but you were strong and kept his large body flush against your smaller one. âi have to go work todayâŠâ heâd whisper to you, which he knew you were aware of this, it was just the routine youâd guys go through every morning. You didnât respond to his comment, hoping it would mean heâd stay longer. Namani smiled and let you snuggle against him more. He knew how you were though, youâd be greedy for maybe another 10 minutes more before you felt guilty and release your relentless grip on him. âFine, jusâ go to work.â Youâd mutter, sleepy face creased into a bothered expression. Nanami got up from the bed, but not before wrapping the blanket around you and giving your temple a kiss.
nanami kento who would deal with all your troubles and tribulations. Whenever you were on your period, he was like your knight in shining armor (or in a blue collar button-up) the entire week, heâd make your favorite meals when he arrived home by 3:30. Namani would wrap you in as many blankets as you wanted, picking you up and gently placing you on the couch. If you wanted him to stay, heâd stay right by your side, rubbing your back and peppering your face with kisses until you fell asleep. other times you wanted to be left alone and if you did, he would move to a separate room in the cozy house you guys shared, doing laundry, cleaning or whatever domestic chores that would fill your day. After about an hour, youâd always feel lonely and cried from him to come hold you, which he would come running quickly to your aid. (Also to avoid finishing washing the dishes)
nanami kento who made it his life goal to be able to please and provide for you his wife. He convinced you to quit your job. âI rather have you making dinner for just me then a bunch of wealthy assholes.â Kento would comment. You liked being his little housewife who didnât have much to do. You were both relatively neat people, so theyâre wasnât much cleaning to do. Which you did love to do was cook. Experimenting with recipes you found on Pinterest and surprising your husband when he got home. âLook what i made for dinner, creamy garlic pasta! I found the recipe on Pinterest and it thought youâd like itâ You took him by his large forearm and lead him to the kitchen where you had two plates full of the pasta as well as a lit candle and twin drinks. To you, this was just a cozy dinner. For him it was the best way to be welcomed home after a stressful day of work. The amount of thought and time put into the meal was overwhelming to him and he almost shed a tear. When he didnât say anything, you frowned and thought he didnât like it. âKen, is something wrong?â Your voice was shaky and your eyes glassy. Nanami snapped out of his head and took you into an embrace. âNo, no. Nothings wrong love, just a little emotional.â You laughed, thinking it was funny how he got emotional over food, but you found it cute. âLetâs eat then now, okay dear?â Heâd suggest, blushing at your giggles while pulling out the chair for you to sit in. Of course, in return for any errands or houseworks, Nanami would reward you in anything else. It was only fair, he thought. New clothes? Heâd take you to the expensive outlet malls he knew you loved. A new hobby that you wanted to start? Heâd pay for anything youâd need plus support you through it (even if you gave up after a month) heâd never bring up your failed ventures either, knowing that it brought you joy in the few moments and he lived for that. Whenever the daily life bored you, Nanami would take you out an adventures. Sometimes it was something as simple as visiting the local farmers market. Others were first class trips around the world. (Malaysia being his personal favorite.) Sometimes, people would make comments on how âheâs spoiling you too muchâ or âsheâll get bored of you eventually and move to the richer guy,â but Nanami brushed those words carelessly. âIâm not spoiling her,â heâd reply coolly . âIâm reimbursing her for all the work and time she puts into me. My wife does nice things for me, and I do nice things for her.â
namani kento who could please his wife in other ways as well. If there was one thing namani did efficiently was fcking you. Youâd both waited until marriage and boy, was it worth it. Namami had the gift of duality when it came to pleasing you. From his mouth, he murmured praises and loving words into your ears. From his body, unrelenting and hungry thrusts assaults on your virgin pussy. Both such drastic differences from his stoicism.âDoing so good for me love, taking me so well.â Heâd compliment you causally, as if he wasnât pumping 8 inches into you. âN-nanami, tâs too much, slow down p-please..â youâd beg, salty tears streaming down your face unto your neck, whereâd heâd kiss them away. Namanin never knew how much prettier you could be, especially all sweaty and teary-eyed, but thatâs just more of an excuse to do this more often. He caressed your cheek, smiling faintly at your fcked-out expression. You were doing so good for him, especially for your first time, you were just having a little hiccups. âYou can take it, cmon just hold out a little longer for me, please? I promise youâll feel so, so good.â And he kept his promise. Not long after you felt a string being cut in your stomach, causing your voice to go up in octaves and your eyes to screw themselves shut. Your pussy was glistening, covering in your juices and his as well. He didnât pull out of you yet, and you didnât want him too. You wanted to savor the feeling of being completely full, of being connected in the deepest way possible with your other half. After what seemed like hours of and bodies melding together. Namani wiped away a single remaining tear and kiss you on your flushed lips.âSee, told you itâd be worth it, you did so well. I love you so much y/n.â
âI l-love you too kento.â
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Favorite Holiday
this follows harry and a cutie (you) through some of your favorite holidays as you guys navigate a little fun friends with benefits/situationship stitch. i feel like this took forever so sorry for my near disappearance but i hope you enjoy!! <3
**disclaimer** i'm american so i have the dates (e.g. 11/24/23) month/day/year format. just to avoid any confusion!! <3
WC: 12k.
warning(s): afab descriptions and she/her pronouns, language, multiple instances of smut (fingering, phone sex, f receiving oral use of a vibrator, unprotected don't do it p in v), barely proofread cause i was too excited to finally post it, and a bit of angst.
March 20th, First day of Spring.
The holidays were always your favorite time of year. Every single one for that matter. Every holiday has its own special place in your heart. New Years, Easter, Christmas, etc. You loved them all the same. But you looked forward to them even more so this year. Because this year you had Harry.Â
Harry, who was sitting across from you right now, laughing as he animatedly tells one of his horrible but adorable jokes. You have the stupidest grin on your face, with your eyes set on how his lips form the words coming out of his mouth. You canât seem to look away. It doesnât help that he keeps sneaking glances at you, those suggestive eyes that only you know burning into your face.Â
He plans to take you home tonight, you can tell. You two have been going at this for months, the no-strings-attached sex thing. You think itâs easy enough. Thereâs never been any real difficulties, just the fact that youâre trying to keep it discreet.Â
The first kiss was at the New Years party. You were both tipsy, he confessed that he always had a little fixation on you and how you looked in âall those pretty outfits you like to wearâ and you confessed that him and his âfancy british accentâ, âpretty tattoosâ, and âridiculously charming personalityâ never failed to have you imagining kissing those incredibly soft looking lips.Â
He looked at you for a second, his gaze moving from your lips to your eyes as if he was trying to gauge where your head was at. Then, at the perfect timing, the clock turned twelve and your lips were intertwined. The rest is history.Â
Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you bite your lip, fighting hard to hide the smile that threatens to overtake your face. You know exactly who it is.Â
You pull your phone out and smirk when you read it.Â
H 11:34PM
Need you tonight, baby.
Itâs been too long since heâs touched you, you missed it so much and he couldnât go another day without you. You look around a little, trying to make sure no one is looking at your phone (only making yourself look more suspicious in the process) and then begin typing back.Â
You 11:36PM
And what do you suppose I do about that?
You look up at him when you know heâs seen the message. You smirk at him and he gives you a look that says âyou know damn wellâ but he texts back anyways.Â
H 11:37PM
Come to mine tonight. Let me fuck you.
As soon as you read the text your stomach erupts with butterflies, you always have an instant reaction to his words. You press your thighs together and try your best not to squirm.Â
He doesnât need to know that though, so you answer with a simple,Â
You 11:40 PM
Ok.
You push your phone right back into your pocket and try your best to continue with the conversation thatâs getting passed around the table. But thoughts of him keep creeping in. Thoughts of his voice in your ear, the feeling of him inside of you, stretching you and filling you, his hands gripping you roughly or gently, depending on how you feel, all you can think about is him.Â
âItâs getting late, you guys. Iâm exhausted. Loved seeing you all.â you finally say, not being able to take much more of wanting something when itâs literally right in front of you and not being able to just take it.Â
âMe too. Got an early morning. See you.â Harry says after you, looking at you not-so-discreetly as he gets his stuff.Â
When youâre both outside he instantly pulls you away from the windows and kisses you. Itâs hard and passionate and needy and itâs almost like heâ
âMissed you.â he says in between kisses, his hands going to grip your waist tightly, like heâs yearning for the skin to skin contact.Â
âYeah?â you whisper, tugging on his bottom lip which earns you a pained groan.Â
âFuck. Mhm. Missed you so much. You smell good.âÂ
You giggle at his admission about your scent and decide to spur him on even more.Â
âShow me. Take me home, H.âÂ
Waking up next to Harry is something you simultaneously love and wish you never got to experience. Because when this little arrangement is over, you know youâll miss it too much.Â
When he wakes up, he doesnât treat you like his fuck buddy, he treats you like some sort of girlfriend. And you havenât let it detrimentally affect you yet, but you know it will. And the day it does is when youâll know you need to end this. End it before someone, scratch that, you get hurt.Â
âMorninâ, angel. Want some breakfast?â he says, his voice gravelly but also smooth like toffee and it sounds weird but you want to taste it.Â
âMhm. Whadâya making?â you mumble, eyeing his lips.Â
âWhatever you want. Kiss?âÂ
You smile and lean up to kiss him, taken by surprise when he deepens it and pulls you over his lap. You giggle into the kiss and he smiles with a short chuckle.Â
âWant anything before I go make it?â he says, obviously trying to start something.Â
âHarryâŠâÂ
âJust asking, sweetheart. You know I always want you.â he says with a kiss to your collarbone, âonly youâ he says softly as if it wasnât meant to be heard.
âStop trying to sweet talk me. Go make breakfast.â You push yourself off him and he whines, but obliges, going to make that lovely french toast he knows you want.
You sit up to look through some emails when you hear it, his phone buzzing incessantly on his counter.Â
You know it shouldnât bother you, youâre just friends who happen to enjoy each other's sexual company. The idea of him having someone else that he whispers sweet nothing to in his ear just doesn't feel right to you.Â
You pick up the phone, keeping it face down, (not wanting to see something you know you donât want to) and walk to the kitchen where Harry is mixing some yummy smelling batter.Â
âThink someone is trying to reach you.â you try to come off as cool and collected, and you almost convince yourself that you are, but you know youâre not. You curse your sensitivity and watch as he picks up the phone but puts it back down, face down, just as quickly.Â
âMakinâ your favorite.â He rasps out, turning around to smirk at you. He frowns when your expression isnât one of your usual excitement.Â
âYou okay, baby?â he inquires, setting the bowl of batter down on the counter and walking over to you. He takes your hands in his and playfully looks into your eyes with faux intensity, âtell me.âÂ
âIâm okay, yeah. Just tired.â Itâs only now that you actually wonder how many times youâve told that lie.Â
âWorked you over good last night, hmm?â He smirks and you roll your eyes and smile despite yourself, âyou sounded like you were having a good time.â he adds cheekily and before you can stop it a giggle breaks from your lips.Â
âI was.â His ability to make you feel like everything is okay with just a cheeky smile and a couple of words breaks you and mends you at the same time.Â
âGood girl.â he whispers against your lips, kissing you slowly and softly.Â
âBack to the food!â he exclaims, breaking away from you to saunter back over to the counter-top.Â
âWanna be my sous chef?âÂ
April 1st, April fools.
You never understood the fixation with menâs hands until you started sleeping with Harry.Â
âFuck.â he drags out the vowel sound as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, stroking your g-spot in a way you can only describe as affectionately rough, âlook at you princess, taking my fingers so fucking well.âÂ
âH..fuck Iââ youâre cut off by your own loud moan, praying that no one can hear you two. Your friend group planned a little get together given the fact that itâs april fools and you guys have nothing better to do. You all decided to host it at Harryâs place and he lasted about ten minutes trying to be a good host before he dragged you into the bathroom with a phony excuse that youâre almost sure nobody believed.Â
When you reach up to cover your mouth, he tuts softly and reaches up to tap three fingers against your hand, signaling he wants it off, âsâmy fucking house we can be as loud as we want. You know how much I love your pretty sounds, whyâre you trying to keep âem from me, huh? Being bad?â he says in that condescending tone that you simultaneously love and hate.
âN-no, please H. Mânot being bad jus-just please.âÂ
âLove it when you beg. Soaking me like this and Iâve only given you two fuckinâ fingersââÂ
âGonna cum.â you interrupt him with your frantic moan, heâs always very adamant about you asking for permission. He needs to be in control like that. He needs to have that control over your body and your pleasure. He thrives on it. âCan I please, please cum?âÂ
âFuck. Youâre sqeezinâ me so fucking tight. Gonna make a mess all over my fingers, baby? Give it to me.âÂ
âYes, yes yesâ you feel that white hot pleasure building in what feels like every nerve in your body and your muscles start to jerk as you cope with all the pleasure overriding your system. You ramble out a couple praises mixed in with Harryâs name and your hand tangles in his hair which he groans at. You pray to every god that you can think of that nobody downstairs can hear the way heâs ruining you.Â
âThere you go, baby.â he doesnât stop with his fingers, keeping a rhythm that only intensifies your release. When you choke on a moan that sounds more like a sob, he kisses your temple gently and soothes you with his voice, âI know, I know. Feels too good, doesnât it?âÂ
Youâre not sure if he expects a response, but even if he did youâre not in any state to give one. His fingers have turned your brain into a mushy mess.
âYouâre okay darling. Always making me so proud.â He whispers as you come down, slowly pulsing his fingers inside you still to help you ride it out.Â
âJesus christ.â you sigh and he chuckles softly.Â
âWhat was our excuse again?â he asks before leaning down to your lips to kiss you, his kiss full of the lust thatâs swimming in his forest eyes.Â
âDunno, something about getting the movies that we were gonna watch,â you giggle softly against his lips and he smiles.Â
You get some movies from his bedroom so that you donât seem too suspicious and go back downstairs to your friends. The heat of embarrassment makes itself known every time someone asks you or Harry what took so long or what distracted you up there.Â
âWhat could you guys possibly have been doing for eight whole minutes?â a friend of yours asks incredulously with a joking tone.Â
âWe couldnât find the movie we wanted. Duh.â Harry shoots back with a quickness, smirking softly when he looks over to you. And he can read your body like a book. He knows youâre a little embarrassed at the idea of people finding out that you guys have been fooling around.Â
Youâre playing with the lobe of your ear as everyone takes in Harryâs response and laughs. Someone tells another joke that just amplifies the laughter but Harryâs only looking at you. Playing with the lobe of your ear is one of your many obvious tells with your anxiety. He makes a mental note to check on you later.Â
During the movie he plops himself right in between you and one of your friends, making both of you giggle. He swings his arm around your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear. The heat and tickle of his whisper sends a shiver down your spine and you know that the position you guys are in is less than discreet but you canât really find it in yourself to care when heâs close like this. âYou okay?â he asks in an earnest tone, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder for good measure. You nod softly and he smiles, softly tugging you closer.Â
April 9th, Easter.
Easter was always a fun holiday, especially for your god children, you always loved to see the little kids run around in search of the little painted eggs. It reminded you of a time when you were in their position, blissful and young. You often refer to those as the âgood old daysâ, but you canât quite complain about how you ended up.
Youâre talking to your sisterâs baby boy when your phone rings, you pull it out to see a picture of Harry sleeping in bed and you smile, you remember when you took that picture.Â
âHello?âÂ
âHi, pretty. Where are you?â he sounds kind of breathless, like heâs been running a mile.
âAt an Easter egg hunt. You?â
He chuckles darkly before speaking. âDunno. Just missinâ you.â he says. You squint your eyes in suspicion.
âMissing me?â you say with the same suspicion laced in your voice. Youâre starting to understand what heâs playing at.Â
âMissing your sweet cunt. God, the way you taste. Need you on my tongue.â he spews out in what seems like one breath.Â
âJesus Christ, Harry. What has gotten into you?â you hiss, quickly getting up out of your seat and away from prying eyes and ears.Â
âGod, I can almost imagine it.â you hear his whisper and the neediness radiating off of his voice makes you press your thighs together. Heâs touching himself. Heâs fucking his hand to the thought of your taste and itâs driving you mad. âWant you to sit on my face next time, have your thighs shaking around my head, your pussy drenchinâ meâfuck!â he whimpers.Â
âHarryâŠâ you say, itâs supposed to be some type of warning but the arousal starting to pool in your underwear has your voice coming out shaky and unstable.Â
âLove it when you say my name like that. Again. Say it again, please baby.â he begs, shamelessly. You can tell heâs close, the strain in his voice, the crackly over-the-phone sound of the wetness of his strokes.
âHarry Iââ
âFuck fuck fuck, I fuckinâ need you. Please, please.â he keeps whispering the word âpleaseâ under his breath, gasping out moans and whines, âgonna cum, gonna cum.âÂ
You decide there's no harm in spurring him on a bit, âcome for me, Harry.âÂ
You hear a broken âfuckâ before a series of his beautiful sounds fill your ears. You squeeze your eyes shut at the onslaught of stimulation, butterflies swarming around in your tummy.Â
âFuck.âÂ
âYeah fuck.â you whisper and you hear his laugh on the other end.Â
âSorryâSorry I umâ called you like that. I just, fuck, really needed you. Was so fuckinâ hard. Yâhave no idea.â he breathes out.Â
âIâŠum. I missed you too.â you donât know why you cringed at yourself after saying it, but itâs almost like Harry can read your mind because he chuckles and speaks in a reassuring tone, âthatâs the cutest thing Iâve ever heard. When will I see you again missy?âÂ
âDunno. Iâve been a little busy with work andâŠstuff. Iâll have my people call your people to see when I can fit you into my schedule.â you joke, biting your lip softly and toying with your necklace as you wait for his response.Â
When you hear a soft laugh a smile is immediately brought to your face. That laugh could melt you. His voice is like velvet when he speaks, âIâll have you soon. We both know you canât stay away. You need me for my slutty waist and washboard abs as you usually say.âÂ
You try your best to hold in your laugh so as to not inflate his ego, but it slips out before you have permission and both of you are laughing before you feel a delicate tap on your leg. Youâre met with your nephew when you turn around and look down to find the source of the touch.Â
âCan we pway more bunnies?â your nephew says to you and you nod softly, âjust give me one second honey.â He nods and walks back to the place you guys were sitting and you smile as you watch him.Â
âIâve gotta go but Iâll text you, alright?âÂ
âSee you soon, petal.âÂ
May 31st, Memorial Day.
âThat kiss the cook apron is really working for you, Harry Iâve got to say.â you giggle at your friend Jamalâs shout at Harry.Â
Itâs another one of your favorite holidays and you and your friends are all at the beach. The sun is beaming on your skin and warming you in the best way while the breeze balances it out, cooling you in the places needed. âTake it off! Take it off!â you join the chant, having trouble even speaking in between laughs.Â
âYou guys are fucking ridiculousâ Harry chuckles. He smirks and reaches behind him to pretend to take the apron off, laughing when everybodyâs cheers get louder.Â
When the food is done and everyone is full, the girls lay on the sand while the guys are across from you guys making sandcastles like children. You look over at Harry and feel your stomach twist in a way that itâs been doing recently that you canât stand. He just looks so good. You donât know how else to explain it. Especially in this light, the warm sunset creating a golden glow against him. The soft amber tones kissed his skin and the sunshine he usually radiated with his personality seemed to radiate physically, as if he was being infused with the sunâs very essence.
You couldnât stop yourself from sitting up to go and talk to him. He looked up at you in the position he was in on his knees and smiled, his eyes squinted from the direct sunlight.
âHey. Fancy going for a walk?â the way he says it seems like heâs been waiting for the opportunity to do so. The sun shifts and his expression softens as he awaits your response.Â
You nod and put your hand out for him to take it, and he rolls his eyes playfully but takes your hand anyway. You try not to think about what the rest of the group might think as you walk away with him, hand in hand. Itâs not lost on you that you guys look like a couple, but Harry has always been touchy with his friends, some might say too touchy, so you pray that theyâll just attribute it to that.Â
He swings your hands as you guys walk, and constantly rakes his fingers through his damp hair with his free hand. You kind of wish he wouldnât because you love the way his curls fall over his face.Â
âI feel like weâve both been so busy. I havenât gotten to see you as much as I want to.â You stop walking, you guys are a bit of a good distance away from everyone else and heâs starting to get more affectionate with you. His hands trail up to your arm to cradle your neck and he rubs your jaw affectionately. He leans down to ghost his lips against your neck and whispers, âIâve missed you.âÂ
Thereâs something so poetic about the way his voice carries with the wind and the distant sound of the waves crashing around you guys. You melt into his hands when his lips finally make actual contact with your skin and you have to fight hard to suppress the whimper that threatens to leave your mouth.Â
âTell me youâll come home with me tonight. Please.â He suckles on your neck gently, causing the moan you were suppressing to finally force its way out.Â
âI will. Anything you want.â you pant out, tangling your hands into his hair. You sigh when he pulls away from you but you canât complain when you get the view of the sun reflecting in his eyes. It feels like youâre frozen in time as you look at him. The sun has set a bit more and the atmosphere is colored a fiery orange that bleeds more into a red. His eyes mimic the water in the way they glisten and his pink lips almost make you weak just looking at them. Especially considering the way those lips were just all over you.Â
Harryâs staring at you in awe, the way the deep colored rays dance against your skin made it seem like a thousand stars fell from the sky just to adorn you. Youâve always been beautiful, but in this very moment, youâre transcendent. To him itâs like you constantly exceed any expectation for beauty he could possibly have. Everything about you is like a masterpiece to him. He wonders why it took him so long to grasp just how weak the sight of you makes him. He gives you one soft kiss and then pulls back too quickly. He takes your hand and starts walking with you back to the rest of the group.Â
Looking at him now, you wonder why it took you so long to grasp just how deep you are in this. Having thoughts of freezing time and staying in this moment so you can look at him forever are dangerous thoughts. Thoughts that almost make it seem like youâre in love.Â
Dangerous.Â
October 31st, Halloween.
âJesus, babe.â Harry brings his finger up and moves it in a circular motion, âdo a spin for me.âÂ
You giggle and spin around, making sure to do it slowly so he can really take in the way this dress hugs your figure in all the right ways. He whistles and you canât stop the laugh from leaving your lips.Â
Ever since your realization at the beach, things have been so simple between you two. You thought it would complicate things, but everything has been perfect. So incredibly perfect. Itâs almost like he knew that you were starting to feel something more, the way heâs been treating you these past couple months is so different. Different in a good way. The amount of attention and care that heâs devoted to you makes your stomach with more butterflies than you can handle.Â
âYou donât look too bad yourself,â you tell him, walking up closer to him, having to look up at him. Your confidence wanes the slightest bit at his intense eye contact when he looks down at you with an amused smirk on his face.Â
âYeah? I look good enough for you?â he quips, dangerously close to your lips as he speaks, âI was worried you know? Sâhard to measure up to you.âÂ
Ever the flirt, he is.Â
âYouâre overdoing it now.â you deadpan and back away from him, making him throw his head back in a cackle. It was Harryâs idea to go to the Halloween party in matching costumes. You were a little shocked at first but youâd never turn down an opportunity to match with the most fashionable man you know.Â
âOur ride is gonna be here in aboutâŠ.â he looks down at an imaginary watch on his wrist, âfifteen minutes. Whadya say we sneak a quickie in?â he smirks at you and chuckles when you roll your eyes.
âItâs this fucking outfit,â he practically growls, his hands palm at your ass, âdriving me insane, baby.âÂ
âAnd whose idea was it?â you tilt your head as you speak, making a point to move his hands from your ass to your waist. âIâm not gonna be late because of you again, Harry. Keep your hands at appropriate places at all times.â you scold him.Â
âYes it was my idea,â he sighs. âA very good but painful idea that I take full credit foââ a car beeping outside interrupts his sentence and his brow furrows while you smirk at him.Â
RightâŠfifteen minutes.
Getting in the car and seeing all your friends dressed in all their Halloween outfits already has you excited for the rest of the night. Harry was very adamant about your seating arrangement when the car got too cramped, eagerly offering up his lap as a seat replacement for you. You of course took it, and youâve spent the whole ride fighting your bodyâs natural reaction to his little teasing touches.Â
You want to kill him by the time you finally arrive at the party. He knew exactly what he was doing in that car, he knows the effect his touches have on you and you know heâs doing this as âpaybackâ for how youâre torturing him in your outfit.Â
Itâs not hard to make your rounds and do all the socializing that youâve equipped yourself for before Harry is immediately stealing you away from people.
âWanna dance with you.â is all he says, dragging you to the dancefloor. You look around as you guys settle, the vibe around is nothing short of raunchy. Looking at all of the other couples around you, you can tell that they all want to take each other home and tear each otherâs clothes off. After cooling off with a couple drinks and conversations, you werenât exactly in that mindset anymore, but you have a feeling that Harry is about to take you right back there.Â
His hands smooth down your waist, boldly cupping your ass and he slowly grinds against him to the rhythm of the song, you feel his gentle breath before you hear his voice. âYouâre killing me, petal. Been picturing tearing this dress off of you all. Fucking. Night.âÂ
Your breath catches in your throat and you let his hands lead you as you push your head further into his neck, âMânot doing anything though. Whatâs got you this worked up?â You pout at him condescendingly. He knows feigning innocence when heâs needy like this is your favorite thing to do. It makes you feel a sort of power that you usually donât get with him to hear him say that you make him into a mess.Â
âYou fucking know, baby. You know what youâre doing to me.â heâs whining out his words at this point, and you thank god that the music is as loud as it is so everyone else canât hear how this man is falling apart in your hands.Â
âCanât think of anything else. The only thought in my mind is watching you come on my cock. God itâd be so easy to just fuck you right here. Know youâve already made a mess of yourself. Itâd be so easy to give you what I know you need right now.âÂ
Youâre panting at this point, delirious with pleasure. It should be illegal the way he can talk you into almost anything with that voice. You donât care about anything or anyone else around you, all you can think about is how desperately you need him to quell that ache thatâs building inside you.
âFuck. Take me home. Take me home right now, H.âÂ
As soon as he hears you heâs moving. He doesnât even bother to let your friends know where youâre going. He just drags you outside and starts tapping on his phone to get you guys an uber.
The ride to his house is tortuous. He sits you in his lap almost immediately and his hands find a home on your hips, making a point to drag you slowly back and forth across his thigh.Â
Every roll against his thigh drives you further and further into oblivion and you donât think you can wait any longer to get what you so desperately need. You suppose youâll let him have his fun though, his little taste of âpaybackâ for how bad heâs been aching this whole night.Â
The second the driver stops, itâs like Harry couldnât get you off of his lap fast enough (something you never thought youâd say) and heâs dragging you up to the house. He wanted to kiss you as soon as you got out of the car but he knew you wouldnât appreciate doing that in front of the driver. No matter how turned on you are.Â
As soon as you guys step into the house, he closes the door behind him and his lips are already on you. Your mind is instantly turned into mush with the way he claims your lips. Itâs like he canât even wait long enough to get you upstairs. Heâs immediately getting down on his knees and kissing and sucking his way up your thighs, âso fucking beautiful and soft. You feel like a fucking dream. Dreamy girl.âÂ
He trails his hands slowly upwards and takes a hold of your thin lace panties. Although he pulls them down gently, you can see the impatience in his eyes and feel it in his grip. Heâs beginning to lose his resolve and itâs the hottest thing youâve ever seen.Â
Your skirt is pushed up and resting on your hips before you can blink. The way youâve been pressing your thighs together since you got in the house has been deemed useless when he forcefully pushes them apart, his hands gripping the flesh so hard you fear it might leave marks. Â
âWanna feel you come on my tongue. Missed it so much. Will you let me?â he sucks marks that only the two of you will be able to see in your inner thighs. You can barely find it in you to answer his question. Everything about the way heâs touching you, to his voice, to the smell of his cologne and your arousal mixed together is heightening all of your senses and making your brain short circuit.Â
You nod hoping that would be enough, but you shouldâve known better. âWords. You know better, baby.â he tsks, continuing his kisses along your sensitive skin.Â
âYes, yes. Please.â Is all you can manage to get out. The second the first yes leaves your lips, his mouth is exactly where you need it the most. Heâs not wasting any time tonight, getting straight to the point of making you lose yourself on his tongue. Usually he drags it out, edges you or teases you with his tongue, but heâs aching so bad. He needs to be inside you before he loses his mind.Â
His tongue swirls messily against your clit and youâre so sensitive that you tense with almost every stroke. Heâs moaning against you in a way that you would find obnoxious if it wasnât him, but because it is him, it just adds to your pleasure. Heâs behaving as if heâs a man starved. As if heâs been a dessert and youâre that stream of water that heâs been yearning for.Â
You tangle your hand into his hair and let your head tip back against the door. You canât be bothered to worry about the volume of the moans youâre letting out and how they travel through the empty house. Youâre too consumed in how good heâs making you feel. Thatâs the good thing about having a sexual partner like this. Youâve had so much time together and heâs made the most diligent effort to learn your body. He knows every signal, every tick, every indication. And he uses it all to his advantage.Â
You sob lowly when he slides his fingers into your heat, immediately curling them up to hit that spot that makes you shake. You pull your head off of the door to look down at him, only to find his eyes already on you. His intense green eyes bore into yours and itâs almost as if theyâre communicating with your eyes. He urges you to let go for him with that unspoken language that youâre now fluent in.Â
He fucks you deep with his fingers while his tongue continues itâs very skillful ministrations. Every time he moans into your cunt the vibrations just push you further and further into bliss and youâre almost embarrassed with how close you are so quickly. The sounds youâre making are bordering on pornagraphic when you start clenching down hard on his fingers you know youâre a goner.Â
He pulls away to egg you on with his voice, âthere you go, baby. Getting so fucking tight for me.â you moan at his words and nod. As much as you love the way his tongue was working magic on you, the one thing that will always get you to fall over the edge is his voice.Â
Heâs evil, you decide. Heâs evil for the way he toys with your body like he owns it. And at this point, he does own it.Â
His tongue is back on your clit to offer you that final push off of the edge, he flicks his tongue and sucks with a pressure that you can only describe as mind numbing. Every movement he makes just makes the release thatâs brewing even stronger.Â
A complete mess of syllables leaves your bitten lips as the white hot pleasure consumes you. It feels like a tidal wave swallows you up in its strength and you see no way of coming up for air. You choke out a series of moans that Harry only groans at while he continues to softly lick at your clit and thrust his fingers inside you, like he intends to keep you under.Â
The hands that were in his hair tug hard as the soft licks start to become a little too much for you to handle. A slightly higher pitched sound leaves him and he relents reluctantly, âcan never get enough of your cunt, petal. Never.â He leaves wet kisses all over your thighs in between more praises that you barely register with all the pleasure swimming in your mind.Â
One thing you can register though, is how bad you need him inside you, âtake me upstairs, Harry.âÂ
He stands up almost immediately at that, and he smirks before leaning down to pick you up bridal style. You giggle at his antics and he only chuckles, kissing your cheek as he leads you two up the stairs.
November 23, Thanksgiving. Â
Thanksgiving is by far your favorite holiday. The way you get to spend time with your family, the (amazing) food, just the atmosphere of being happy and thankful with people you love, you look forward to it every year. Youâre chilling next to your sister on the couch at your parents house, laughing at one of your dadâs jokes.Â
You guys have already eaten and you're completely full and sated as you enjoy the company of your family.Â
The amount of times youâve checked your phone should be considered embarrassing, but you canât find it in yourself to stop. You invited Harry over for dinner. And itâs really no big deal, heâs been your friend for a while, long before the whole arrangement started. And heâs met your family so many times that they wouldnât even bat an eye. His family lives in London and heâs in the U.S. for work so heâs come over for Thanksgiving plenty of times.Â
You feel a nudge on your shoulder and you look over at your sister who has a soft knowing smirk on her face.Â
Uh oh. You know that expression.Â
You give her a deadpanned look, âwhat?âÂ
Her smile grows at the way you can read her so well and you urge her with your eyes to tell you whatâs on her mind.Â
âSoâŠwhatâs going with you and Harry?â her eyes are squinted in that specific way that tells you that she knows exactly whatâs going on with you and Harry, she just wants to hear you say it. âItâs justâŠyou guys have been posting each other a lot, tagging each other in posts and all that. And the last time I saw you guys, you seemed super domestic.âÂ
You donât doubt that. Even though you and Harry still place yourselves under the âfriends with benefitsâ label, you guys have gotten way closer emotionally. Youâre always together now. You sleep over at his house almost every night, sometimes without even sleeping together. You guys have been glued at the hip ever since Halloween. And itâs great, honestly. It feels great.Â
âItâs nothing, itâs justâŠâ you shrug your shoulders and a sheepish look graces your face, âI think I sort ofâŠlike himâ
 Your sister can barely register what you said before your head is snapping to the sound of the doorbell ringing. You look back at your sister and she smirks at you softly with a soft raise of her eyebrow.Â
Your mom gets up to open it and immediately shrieks in surprise, âHarry! I had no idea you were coming!â you smile at the genuine joy in her voice and then at Harryâs voice when he speaks, âshe didnât tell you I was coming?â You can hear the smile in his voice and it immediately brings the one you were trying to hide back on your face.Â
âAnd you brought a date!â your mom exclaims.Â
Your smile drops.Â
Your heart follows your smile and you immediately feel a pit deep in your stomach that twists and twists until you canât take it anymore.Â
A hot wave of embarrassment comes next when your sister tenses next to you. You had just told her that you actually might like someone, that you actually might like Harry. And here he is with a date.Â
Your mom steps aside to let them in and your stomach twists even tighter. Sheâs beautiful. And youâre sure sheâs kind and charismatic and perfect and everything Harry would want and deserve in a woman.Â
You donât even wanna see the look on your sisterâs face, you donât want to see the pity in her eyes when she realizes that youâre completely hopeless.Â
You feel tears gathering in your waterline and you blink them away. You almost want to feel angry. He brought her here? At your parents house? You know that technically you two donât owe each other anything but thereâs a level of respect that you figure one is supposed to have when sleeping with someone.Â
You suddenly feel scared to see his face. You wonder if heâll look guilty, or completely indifferent. You honestly donât know which one is worse.Â
Youâre even more nervous that heâll see your face and realize how much this is hurting you. How much itâs hurting you to realize that, although you two are friends, he never felt for you what you felt for him. That you were just a warm body he used when he needed it, and you happily offered it to him. Over and over.Â
A plethora of emotions hit you at once, and after you cycle through confusion, sadness, and anger, you just feel stupid.
Your mom says your name and youâre very harshly snapped out of your thoughts, âfigured youâd surprise us for the holiday, huh?â your mom has the most gentle smile on your face and it almost makes you crumble more. You look over to your mom and you immediately feel his intense gaze on you. That same intense gaze that used to make you melt only makes all of your muscles seize in the worst way at this very moment. You refuse to meet his eyes cause you know that if you do, youâll break.Â
You force a smile and pray that itâs not too obvious how youâre not even acknowledging him, âguess so, mom.âÂ
You and your sister share a look and you communicate without words that sheâll cover for you if you have to leave. She nods at you with a knowing look and you return the look, mentally preparing yourself to lie to everyone here and say you have to go.Â
You pick your stuff up and get up to walk towards the door. âHarry,â you address him for the first time since he came, âthank you so much for coming. I didnât think youâd actually make it.âÂ
He furrows his brows and leans towards you, extending his arm out to pull you into an awkward side hug, âof course Iâd make it.â you feel yourself tense as you feel his touch and you hope he doesnât notice. You nod against his shoulder and sigh. His cologne envelopes your senses and you bask in the comfort of his warm hug. Youâre utterly torn between the two feelings it offers you, a feeling of discomfort conflicting with a feeling of home.Â
âHow are you? You look lovely.â he kisses your cheek and the all too familiar feeling of his stubble rubbing against your skin threatens to bring a new wave of tears to your eyes.Â
âIâm fineââ you barely get the words out before heâs interrupting you. A huge smile graces his face and he looks down at the girl heâs got his arm around, squeezing her shoulder gently before he speaks and you already know what heâs going to say.Â
âI want you to meetââÂ
You canât do it.Â
âIâd love to talk but Iâve got a work emergency and I really need to go.â you watch his face drop. His eyebrows furrow tightly together and a frown graces his face. You can tell heâs confused, he knows that you would never leave Thanksgiving early for any work emergency and you would never leave as soon as he shows up.Â
You go to walk but his hand leaves his date like heâs been burned by her skin and he reaches out for you, grabbing your arm tight. His eyes are swimming with an expression you canât quite place and he squeezes your arm with a quick pulse, âwhereâre you going? I just got here.â his voice dips and if you didnât know any better youâd think heâs hurt by you leaving. Right now you canât even begin to worry about him being hurt with the pain radiating in your chest right now.Â
âSâwork, H. Iâm really sorry,â you turn to address the girl next to him, âitâs really nice to meet you. Iâm sorry we couldnât talk more.â and with that youâre out of there before anyone can say anything else. As soon as the door shuts behind you, you take a deep, shaky breath and bring your hand up to your neck to soothe the ache thatâs developing in your jaw from holding in your tears.Â
You decide then and there that you need to get it together. Harry doesnât owe you anything, you guys are strictly friends with benefits. You werenât supposed to get attached and caught up in the strings. Youâll try your absolute best to be a mature adult about this and not take your pain out on him cause as much as this hurts you, he doesnât deserve to be treated the way you treat people when youâre hurt.Â
And with that decision, you come to another. You need some time apart from Harry.Â
December 24, Christmas Eve.Â
Christmas Eve. Another one of your favorites. The anticipation and festive energy in the air felt palpable and everywhere you looked there was joy. The land outside was covered in white and the air felt crisp and cold. You loved the kind of air where it gave you little goosebumps as soon as you stepped outside.Â
Youâre watching a cheesy romantic Christmas movie, simultaneously loving and hating it. Loving it because itâs adorable and makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, hating it because you definitely wish that the leads were you and Harry and itâs making you want to die.Â
Just as the male lead tells the female lead how much heâs really been crushing on her the whole time theyâve been trying to save her momâs restaurant, your phone begins to buzz. Unfortunately for you, itâs been buzzing all day.Â
Harry.Â
Over and over again.Â
Heâs been texting and calling and truthfully, he actually sounds really concerned.
Harry 11/28/23
Hey petal. Been trying to reach you for a bit. Is everything okay? We good?Â
Harry 12/1/23
Miss you. Text me.Â
Harry 12/3/23
Answer meeee please?Â
Harry 12/7/23
Feel like youâre avoiding me.Â
Harry 12/7/23
Did I do something? Iâm sorry if I did.Â
Harry 12/14/23
Just please let me know youâre alright. Iâm getting worried.Â
Harry 12/17/23 Starting to think that youâre dead.Â
Harry 12/22/23
Iâm gonna stop bothering you now. But I miss you. Please text me back.Â
Harry 12/24/23
Okay I lied about the bothering thing. I need to see you and Iâm really worried and if youâre dead Iâm gonna ask the police to do a wellness check. So answer me.Â
The sheer desperation in his texts almost broke you, but for all you know he just misses the sex, and the thought of that breaks you even more.Â
You grab the pillow on your couch and thrust it up to your face to scream into it. The second you get done screaming you hear your doorbell and you jump. You wonder who in their right mind would be out in this weather but you pause your movie and go to open it nonetheless.Â
What you didnât expect was a Harry Styles covered in snow at your door.Â
âHey...can I come in? Sâsnowing like really hard.â It breaks your heart a little the way he added that last bit in, like you would refuse him otherwise.
âOf course. Do you want any tea?â you ask, trying to avoid the elephant in the room in case thatâs not why he came here.Â
âNo Iâmâ I came here to umâŠtalk.â
Fuck.Â
âOkay.â You giggle, trying to lighten the mood but his sullen expression stays put.Â
âIâm still gonna start the kettle in case you want anyââÂ
âWhyâre you pulling away from me?â he blurts out.
âWhaââ
âI literally havenât spoken to you in weeks. Have I done something wrong? IâIâ he pauses to compose himself and your frown deepens, âI miss you. Miss you so much and I just wanted to make sure we were okay.âÂ
You push yourself away from the couch and walk up to him, making sure to keep eye contact knowing how important it is to him,âof course we are, H.âÂ
âYou havenât spoken to me in like a moââÂ
âShh, shh. Was just swamped with work. You know how I get all in my head.â You know you shouldnât be lying to him, you really shouldnât. But the way heâs talking like the idea of you purposely ignoring him breaks him, you donât have it in you to let him suffer any longer.
He nods and you smile at him, bringing your hands up to tangle in his hair, âweâre okay. I promise.âÂ
âPromise?â he whispers and your heart flutters.Â
âYeah.â You hate lying to his face.Â
You start your steps to go to the kitchen but his grip on your wrist pulls you back, nearly crashing into his chest.Â
âWant a kiss, please.â his voice never leaves that soft whisper. You lean in to give him a soft kiss, suddenly feeling a pit in your stomach that only deepens the closer you get to him. Youâve always had a bad habit of putting someoneâs comfort over yours.Â
âDo you want tea?â you whisper against his lips.Â
âAlways want some fuckinâ tea.â he says with a smirk and a quiet chuckle, that joyful inflection back in his voice and that familiar sparkle back in his eyes.Â
When you step out of the kitchen with the tea heâs sitting on the couch in a relaxed manner, picking at the loose strings in your pillows and watching the movie you have on. His lips stretch in a gentle smile when he sees you and you force yourself to return it.Â
You sit down next to him and he places his hand softly on your thigh, leaning over to you to place a soft kiss on your jaw. He trails more and more down to your neck and you feel your stomach twist. Your hand shoots to his chest to halt any further movement and you rush out words in a short breath, âWe canât.â Thereâs a beat of silence. He backs away quickly to not make you uncomfortable and you sigh and whisper, â...I canâtâÂ
Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze and you can tell that without an explanation your rejection stings him a little.Â
âDonât you have likeâŠa thing? With that girl you brought to Thanksgiving?â you watch his face twist tightly in confusion and you canât bear to hear him make excuses or lie to you so you just continue to ramble, âdoes she even know that youâre sleeping with other people? With me? Like if I was your girlfriend Iâd be pretty fucking pissed that youâre over here and touching me after bringing her to Thanksgiving of all placesââÂ
âShut up.â He cuts off your ramble sharply. You suck in a breath at his tone (and after speaking all those words without a break) and your chest tightens at his stern expression.Â
âW-what?â you fumble through the word. Never in your life have you seen him this angry. Heâs looking at you with a gaze that can only be described as absolutely vexed.Â
âThatâs why youâve been avoiding me?â If thereâs one thing Harry is, itâs smart. Heâs absolutely not an idiot. But you absolutely are for not realizing just how well he knows you, âyouâve barely spoken to me for a month. Didnât answer my calls, texts, not going out when you know Iâd be there because you thought Iâd betray your trust like that and just pop up one day with a fucking girlfriend!?â You can tell that heâs trying to control his volume and anger. The way his fist and jaw is clenched is an obvious indication.Â
âWell what was I supposed to think, Harry? You brought her and she was beautiful and you had your hand on her waiââÂ
âAnd you werenât gonna let me explain myself!? Iâd never do that to you. It wasâWeâwe had a deal!â he exclaims incredulously, ducking down to meet your eyes when you try and look away.Â
âI know we had a deal, H. Iâm sorry for jumping to conclusionsââ He interrupts you again and you sigh deeply.Â
âAnd I canât believe that you would thinkâŠI thought it was differentâŠI thought youâŠâ he trails off, his voice getting softer as his speaking slows.
âYou thought I what?â you ask urgently. He looks down at his hands and picks at the nail on his thumb. You frown softly, âyou thought I what, H?â
His expression almost looks tortured as he trains his gaze on his fingers. You suddenly feel terrible. You ignored him for so long all over a simple misunderstanding. You think back to the moment that it all happened and figure you might have avoided all of this if you just let him properly introduce her like he was trying to. Your lip trembles softly at the idea of hurting him and he sighs.Â
âI thought you felt the same way as I did. I thought it wasnât just a deal to you.â he admisses so very quietly. So quiet that if the TV was any louder you wouldnât have heard it. His brows are tightly knit together and his lips are turned down into a deep pout.Â
Harry almost regretted it when he said it. He knows that if you truly donât feel the same, itâll never go back to the way it was, and heâll lose the person he cares about the most. Heâll lose the person he loves the most. His heart squeezes painfully in his chest and he avoids looking up at your expression in fear that your expression will be less than kind.Â
He speaks before you can even process what he just said, âEllieâs my cousin.â he breathes out a humorless laugh, âthe girl I brought to Thanksgiving. I thought youâd love her.â the soft tone and volume of his voice remains constant.
You feel like your brain just short circuited. Harry just told you that he actually has feelings for you. That all this time heâs been thinking about you in the same way that youâve been thinking about him. All this time.Â
And youâre sitting here like an idiot letting him stew in confusion and not saying a word.Â
âOh my god.â you gasp like youâve suddenly been slapped back into reality. Your hands rush over to him like they have a mind of their own with thoughts that tell them that they need to be close to him. You grasp his face in your hands and pull his head up so you can look into his eyes.Â
âH.â you sigh. He watches your mouth form around the word and he decides right then and there that no matter what youâre going to say next, no matter if you reject him and tell him you could never see him that way, you will always make him weak. Looking into your eyes will always break and mend him at the same time, the sound of you saying his name will always make him crumble.
âOf course I feel the same way. Are you kidding? I thought that you didnât.â you finally, finally admit. It immediately feels like a giant weight has been lifted off of your chest and you almost wanna cry at how freeing it feels.Â
âAre you serious?â he laughs, although you can see that his eyes are a bit glossy. You pout softly, nodding and leaning down to envelop his lips in yours.Â
âIâve always needed you, petal. Even before the sex. I need you to know that.â he speaks with conviction. He needs you to know that itâs not just the sex muddling his brain and making him attached. He really truly loves you. Everything about you.Â
âI know, I know H.â you nod again.Â
âYouâve got no fuckinâ idea how much I missed you, petal. No clue.â His voice is thick with emotion, but also filled with that familiar lust that you missed so much.Â
You scoot closer to him on the couch and throw your legs around his lap to straddle him, âfeel like showing me?âÂ
He chuckles darkly, his hands quickly landing on your waist. His mouth closes to form into a smirk when you blatantly offer your body up for him like this. A soft noise leaves you in reaction to the tight grip he has on your waist.Â
Your hips take on a mind of their own when they start to shift against him. A soft hiss followed by a groan leaves his lips. Itâs like your lips are magnets the way you canât keep them away from each other. He leans up to kiss you and the movement of your hips intensifies.Â
You can see it in his eyes that heâs thinking of some sort of punishment to sort out your behavior of the past month. The intensity in his expression makes you feel a sort of anxiousness that throws you for a loop. You feel a little scared, but all the excitement and anticipation just overrides that tiny bit of fear.Â
He leans closer to you to leave open mouthed kisses all over the exposed skin of your chest, he kisses until he reaches the fabric of your shirt and his hand falls to your ass, gripping it tightly while urging you to continue the movement of your hips against him.Â
âGonna have to teach you a lesson it seems.â His voice is husky and deep when he speaks, you know that he has the capacity to absolutely ruin you tonight, and you know that he will.Â
He taps your hip with his fingers, his usual signal that he needs you to stand up. Your brows furrow in confusion briefly, but the confusion is gone as soon as it came when he speaks.Â
âDo me a favor, honey?âÂ
You nod eagerly.Â
âGet out that vibrator youâve got in your dresser, clothes off and wait for me in your room.â His voice held a velvety, sensual tone, and combined with what he said, youâre nearly weak in the knees. When you stand there for a moment, having a bit of trouble getting your body to move as fast as your brain, he urges you with a raise of his eyebrow and you immediately spring into action.Â
You hear his quiet murmur of âgood girlâ as you start to walk to your room. Every nerve in your body is buzzing with anticipation. Harry is already amazing in the bedroom with just him, imagining the pleasure youâll feel with him and the toy is making you squeeze your thighs together and your eyes shut as you dwell in your thoughts.Â
You sat down on your bed (very submissively, you hope itâll get you some brownie points) with your vibrator laying next to you. Just when youâre starting to get impatient, the door opens with Harry on the other side of it. Thereâs a very distinct hunger in his eyes as he looks at you, as his gaze travels the length of your body. You can tell he appreciates the way youâre sitting.Â
He doesnât waste any time walking towards you and kneeling until his knees touch the floor and heâs level with where you need him the most. His hands find purchase on your thighs, immediately squeezing and prodding at them like heâs playing with his favorite toy (which he technically is), âyouâre so good for me, petal. Doing as I asked.âÂ
His eyes flick up to yours after he speaks, and the eye contact, especially when heâs got that look going, makes you melt. Youâre hyper aware of the tortuous way his hands are trailing upwards. He knows the way his touch works you up no matter where it is, and heâs using it to his advantage.Â
A sharp gasp rips from your throat when he spreads your thighs apart. Itâs embarrassing how wet youâve gotten from just the anticipation and thought of what heâs going to do to you. The groan that he let out once he saw what a mess youâve made is an indication that he was pleased.Â
âJesus, petal. Look what youâve doneâŠâ he stares at your center with an expression of deep desire as he reaches out a hand to trail two fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal on his fingertips, âmessing up your sheets, baby. This all for me?âÂ
You canât help but obediently nod, meeting his eyes with a pleading look, âonly for you, promise. Please?âÂ
His face is painted with an expression of faux confusion, that condescending look that makes you clench around nothing and tip your head up to the ceiling in frustration. You know from that look this is going to be harder than you thought. Heâs in the mood to tease. Heâs going to break you.
âPlease? Please what, baby. What do you need from me?â Youâre impressed by the way heâs looking at you like heâs actually concerned and wondering what you want, and although you know itâs an act and heâs not asking because he truly plans on giving it to you, you still give in.
âTouch me, Harry. Need it.â You should be embarrassed at the whiny inflection in your voice as you beg him, but you canât find it in yourself to feel shame when youâre aching as bad as you are.Â
âYou need it?â He teases and you know even heâs getting tired of this waiting game because his expression has melted down into a lazy grin, enjoying the way heâs torturing you.Â
You can tell that he isnât exactly mad any more, which youâre grateful for. Heâs just enjoying toying with the body that he knows so well.Â
You scoff and roll your eyes, pushing your hips towards him needily. It earns you a dark chuckle and a sigh, âalright, alright.âÂ
Without leaving his position on his knees, he reaches for the vibrator. Before you can beg any more, heâs switching it on and bringing it down to where you need it the most. He doesnât even offer up a warning before heâs placing it directly on your clit, ripping a shocked moan from your throat.Â
âYeah?â His voice is taunting and low, and if the vibrator was any louder you wouldnât be able to hear him, but it still hits you right in the gut like his voice usually does when he talks to you like this, âis that good? Right here?âÂ
âFuck, yes. Stay right there.â you stutter through your words in a way that you know heâll tease you for later, but you donât have the brain capacity to care right now. All you can think about and feel is him, that vibrator on your clit, the way heâs talking.Â
When he presses it harder against you, you breathe in deeply, exhaling in a whiney moan. Heâs making you unravel at a quick and embarrassing pace and the sensations are overwhelming you. Your hips start to shift in tandem with the way heâs slowly rubbing the head of the vibrator back and forth against your clit, the sounds that leave your throat travel straight to his cock thatâs still confined in his pants. He growls lowly when he notices your thighs start to shake and leans closer to suck kisses into them, âclose already? Fuck look at that, honeyâŠâ heâs referring to the way your arousal is coating the toy. He almost feels tempted to bring it to his lips and clean it off, âthis dreamy cunt needed it so bad, hm?â
You couldnât respond even if you tried, your brain a mess of syllables and sounds that youâre meant to put together. All you can manage is a string of whimpers as you get closer and closer to your peak.
Harry watches your every move, so in tune with every twitch of your body and every sound you make. He moans along with you as you come undone, making sure to keep the toy right where itâs been to help you ride it out, anything to keep making his girl feel good.Â
You reach for his hand to ground you and he quickly gives you what you need, interlocking your fingers and groaning when you squeeze tightly, âthere you goâŠfuck.âÂ
You push yourself away from the toy when it becomes too much as best as you can, desperate to escape the onslaught of overstimulation and he chuckles, pulling the toy off of you. You can barely grip your bearings as he brings the toy to his lips to clean off with his tongue, he moans needily when he tastes you and squeezes your hand as if to say heâs proud of you.Â
He puts the toy down next to you and starts to kiss his way up your body. Mumbling little words of encouragement and praise on his journey to your lips.Â
âDid such a good job.âÂ
âMâso proud of you.âÂ
âYou come so pretty.âÂ
âSo beautiful.â Â
When you guys are face to face he pinches your lips with his fingers before he leans down to kiss you, moaning into the kiss since he was deprived of them in the short time that he was making you come.Â
âHi.â You breathe out in a chuckle, your mind still muddled from the post climactic haze. He returns your greeting, his voice soft and tender with an adoration filled expression on his face.Â
âArenât you likeââ you motion your head downwards to refer to the way heâs straining in his pants and a chuckle leaves his lips. He nods gently, still staring at you with that fond look in his eye.Â
âMhm.â he mumbles. He repositions himself so he can take off his clothes and after he teases you for nearly drooling over his abs, comes back down to rest against you so that your chests are touching, âyou wanna keep going?â
You know heâs asking to be respectful, but you can also tell that if you say no heâd probably cry. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh and see the strain in his expression. He subtly shifts his hips every so often against your skin and you have to fight back a smirk at how needy he is.Â
You nod before you remember his thing about verbal consent and you mumble out a soft yes. As soon as he has your permission, heâs connecting your lips and lining up his tip with your entrance. He drags his tip back and forth against you, your body twitching in sensitivity every time he passes over your clit.Â
A guttural groan leaves him as he finally fills you, a groan that melts into a whine as you clench down around him tightly, forcing yourself to adjust to the burning stretch that youâve missed so much.Â
âFuck, I missed you.â The sound of his voice and the sounds heâs making just make you clench down tighter around him, âhow do you always feel this fucking good? Squeezing me like a vice, pretty.â Â
He sets a rhythm that has him hitting that spot inside you that makes you melt every time, somehow even though heâs been aching in his pants for so long his focus still remains solely on bringing you pleasure, making you feel good, âsâthat okay, sweet girl. Sâit good for you? Am I giving this needy cunt what it needs?âÂ
You know he doesnât expect you to respond but he speaks anyway. Heâs well aware of the effect his voice has on you.His deliberate thrusts gain more momentum with every reaction you give him. He truly feeds on your pleasure. Itâs as if he suddenly remembers the emotional turmoil you forced the both of you to go through the past month, because his thrusts begin to get more purposeful. Rougher, more pointed motions of his hips rip noises from you that youâre sure is gonna give you a sore throat later.Â
His hand wraps around your throat in a firm grip, leaning down to grit words out into your ear, âyouâre mine, understand that? Youâre mine. And Iâm yours. No one elseâs. I belong to you, petal. Just you.âÂ
He fights the strong pull in his chest that tells him to tell you how he really feels, how in love he is with you. How you consume his every thought and how your touch is unlike any other touch heâs ever felt. From the first time he was already addicted. Youâre unlike anyone else that heâs ever met, you feel like home.Â
The force of his thrusts knock all of the air out of your lungs, and all you can do is nod and mumble out an agreement. You need to be his. There might not be anything that you want more right now. Hearing him confess his feelings for you right now as heâs fucking you into oblivion do all the right things for you, and like clockwork, he immediately recognizes what you need and switches back on the vibrator, bringing it right back down to your clit.Â
âFuck thatâs it, baby. Am I fucking you right, petal? Yeah? Fucking show me then. Come for me.â He presses the toy harder against you and rolls his hips in just the perfect way that makes him rub against that perfect spot inside you and you realize now that he made good on his word of teaching you a lesson. You are sufficiently taught.
He whines loudly at the feeling of you coming around him, mumbling out praises and thank youâs as you milk him for everything heâs worth, âshit, mâgonna fucking come. Fuck keep cumming, baby. Keep fucking squeezing me like thatââ his words are cut off with a series of noises that you know is going replay in your head on loop.Â
He rides out his pleasure with slow, lazy thrusts, hiding his face in your neck as he tries to cope with all the pleasure thatâs wracking through his body. You tangle your hands in his hair to offer him some comfort, both of you breathing heavily. He continues to mumble praises into your damp skin, filling you with a warm fuzzy feeling that transcends anything youâve ever felt before.Â
When he catches his breath he turns his head to rest it on your shoulder and speaks, âyou know I meant it right?âÂ
âMeant what?âÂ
âIâm yours. And youâre mine.âÂ
December 31st, New Years Eve.Â
Your friendâs makeshift bar is bustling and you chuckle as the poor untrained bartender is trying to grapple with it all. Youâre sipping slowly at a glass of champagne when you feel a strong arm link around your waist.Â
âMm hi baby.â his deep voice reverberates through your entire body as he speaks directly into your ear. You melt into his grasp and your lips break into a smile that you couldnât stop even if you tried.Â
âHarry.â you say cheekily as your hands fall to hold onto his arm. He had just come back from an absolute killer karaoke performance next to your friendâs TV. The whole entire house was cheering for him as he belted out an incredible rendition of âHopelessly Devoted to Youâ. Ever the performer, your boyfriend is, âyou were amazing. As always.â you giggle and he presses a messy, wet kiss to your cheeks.Â
He is absolutely glowing tonight. Surrounded by his family, friends, and you. Heâs beyond ready to spend the next year being annoyingly in love with you and attached to your hip. In fact, thatâs the thing heâs looking forward to the most about the new year, going through every milestone, change, and holiday with the love of his life.Â
âAlways strokinâ mâego, petal. Looove you.â you laugh loudly at how inebriated he is and lean your head back against his shoulder to get closer to him.Â
âI love you too, H. I think youâre cut off though.â you chuckle and you can hear the pout in his voice when he speaks.Â
âWhaâ? Whaâs wrong with you? Mânot even that drunk mâlove.â The irony of his words slurring while heâs trying to convince you that he isnât drunk isnât lost on you. You turn around to face him and itâs like his expression melts into a smile when he looks at you.Â
You donât know how you never noticed it before, the way he looks at you. He stares at you with so much awe, so much reverence. Ever since youâve noticed it the first time, itâs the first thing that catches your attention when you guys are together. That damn look.Â
âYâso pretty.â He brings his hand up to stroke your face with his thumb.Â
You turn your face to kiss his palm and he giggles childishly, mumbling something about it tickling.
Itâs not long before the countdown starts. Harry and you look at each other in anticipation, wanting to commemorate the first time you guys expressed the affection for each other thatâs only increased ten fold.Â
9
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âI think New Years is mâfavorite holiday.â he mumbles out, looking down at you with that familiar fond look.Â
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âYeah?â you giggle at his admission, âwhyâs that, H?âÂ
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âSâcause itâs the day that I finally got you.â You can barely register the cheers of happy new year before his lips are on yours, claiming them and making you his. You pull away reluctantly to breathe and smile at him when you speak.
âI think itâs my new favorite too, baby.â
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You should write some hcs or something about living alone with Abby, sorta cannon but not if you get what I mean? On a farm or in a home :3
Living With Abby Hcs
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đ©· Mornings with Abby are always special. She loves waking up early to make you breakfast, bringing you coffee in bed, and sharing quiet moments together before the day starts. She enjoys the simplicity of starting the day with you by her side. However, she always forgets to wash the dishes after breakfast and will in fact leave them in the sink all dayđ sheâs super sorry about it but forgets every time đ
đ©· Abby loves surprising you with impromptu date nights. Whether itâs a homemade candlelit dinner or a spontaneous drive to a scenic spot (with a super cute picnic ahhhhh) sheâd definitely wanna keep you entertained and happy :( and can you imagine her coming back from patrol and instantly wanting to take you to some nice patch of grass she found not far out because sheâs missed you and wants to have as many nice moments as possible
đ©· Abby coming back from a patrol with trinkets and gifts because she missed you and couldnât stop thinking about you. Sheâd come back with jewelry, glasses, charms, stuffed animal, music, etc just to see you smile
đ©· Living together means celebrating holidays ^_^ Whether itâs decorating the house, cooking special meals, or exchanging heartfelt gifts, sheâs so ready to go all out. Imagine decorating a ginger bread house with her and she makes a little you and her out of ginger breadđ sheâd be so excited to show you too(shit would be funny af if ur shorter than her lmfao- a lil ginger bread dude next to a really fucking tall one đ)
đ©·Abby fixing anything and everything thatâs broken in the house or not up to par with what she thinks you deserve. The oven isnât working properly? dw sheâll figure it out- oh the door handle broke again sheâs right on it- sheâd fuck it up and make it worse and then proceed to actually read a manual(she totally knows what sheâs doingđ) THEN fix it but she loves you so itâs fine
Warning nsfw
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đ§ GAH sleepy morning sex with her would be sooo sweetâ€ïž sheâd mumble out little âcome on babyâs and hushes while she pushes her fingers into you slowly, listening to you beg for more half asleep. Her hands would be ALLLLL over your thighs afterwards squishing them softly, kissing up and down your neck before falling back asleep :(
đ§Abby has a bad (good-)habit of turning ordinary moments into something much more heated than they need to beđ. While you're cooking together, she can't resist coming up behind you, pressing her body against yours. Her hands slide under your shirt, caressing your stomach and breasts, her lips finding your ear as she whispers little moans into your ears. Before you know it, she has you bent over the kitchen counter, pounding into like shes scared sheâll never get to fuck you again. Girl is DESPERATE to make you happy(cum)
đ§After a particularly stressful patrol, when Abby needs to release all that pent-up tension sheâll take you against the nearest wall, counter, door, shit sheâd settle for the floor- her hands gripping your hips tightly as she moves against you. Begging for you to scream her name louder because thereâs not a single person for miles and even if there hypothetically were sheâd want them to know how good and how deep sheâs fucking you anyway.
đ§speaking of stressful patrols and my prior post(god her with a oral fixation) being in the bath with her to calm down after a long day and she sucks on your tits and plays with them with a thigh between your legs. When she gets bored of that sheâll drain the bath water and eat you out, sucking softly while forcing you open despite the overstim and multiple orgasms.
đ§cleaning you up after because youâre painfully exhausted (in a good way) she makes it her priority to have you comfy and close to her before you pass tf out because she still has you fucked up and unable to walk hours later đ
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OH THIS IS SO CUTE(the first part not the part where my ovulation is speaking for me-)
(I really appreciate requests- writing is helping with my anxiety rn- short and sweet as always ;D)
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Labyrinth Fantasy
Pairing: Minotaur!Sy x Reader
Summary: There's a new hotel in town. You now know it's for real and you need more.
Word Count: 5.7K
Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, cunnilingus, p in v (standing and reverse standing cowgirl), monster fucking (right?).
Fantasy Hotel Masterlist
You'd recounted enough of the details to convince your online benefactors that the investment was worth it, but kept enough to yourself to make the experience truly special.
Like, you didn't mention the time stretch at all. Though you had been wondering why the hotel even offered longer booking sessions if the hosts could just snap a finger and keep you satisfied forever. You felt only mild guilt about keeping the image of naked human Walter to yourself. They didn't need to know how good he looked NOT as a monster. You were keeping that for you own private thoughts. But you were bemoaning your current funding situation.
sendmeanangel: ugh, I'm never getting back there!!! MNstrluvr: Listen. There's a way. sendmeanangel: how? I can't get any more shifts at the restaurant. MNstrluvr: let us open a Patreon for you sendmeanangel: I'm NOT giving a recount of this event to total strangers darkgothnightengale: you have no idea who we are sendmeanangel: you are NOT total strangers. I know your favorite coffee and what you're studying at uni and your top 10 comfort movies. I know how you got that scar on your hand. darkgothnightengale: yeah but you didn't know that until you asked. Up to then we were total strangers who loved your work. Just like everyone on Patreon will be only they'll be paying MNstrluvr: yeah and you don't have to tell it to them like you told us. Put a different spin on it. Don't make the story from the perspective of the hotel. Make it a true fairy tale. Red riding hood in the woods and shit. Make him your boyfriend, The Woodsman, who's ready to show you his secret this fine full moon evening. sendmeanangel: oh my goddddddd!!! darkgothnightengale: yeah, but put all the most important details of him in Sendmeanangel: you just want to read about his massive cock splitting you open again darkgothnightengale: i have my needs. Besides, I just mean those details you only know now because you experienced it. You have something to draw from, something to make it real for everyone MNstrluvr: seriously, meana, do it. You will make so much money. You should have been putting your other stories out there long ago but this you can post and sell cause it'll be completely your own content with no re-imagining of existing characters sendmeanangel: okay, but you gotta beta the shit out of this for me. I can't have it sounding like I'm just recounting the whole thing from last night's fuck session with my partner MNstrluvr: đ đ€Ł đ đč darkgothnightengale: oh my goddddddd!!!! MNstrluvr: anyway we already created an account. We'll add your email and send you the password reset so you can run it and transfer the money to your bank whenever darkgothnightengale: and as always, no pressure on timing other than knowing you need the money to get back to Walter but I can't wait to read this! sendmeanangel: what if he's not available?
As you clicked Reserve something caught in the back of your mind.
Would Walter care you weren't coming back to see him?
How could he? You spent two hours (or was it more? You could never figure out the time swap calculations) together. You weren't even sure if that was his real name. Sure, you fantasized about him when you got home. You'd been in a fog of post-orgasmic bliss when you saw him in his human form, but that didn't stop you from cataloging every inch you could. Imagining snuggling next to his enormous and furry body wasn't hard.
It was this domestic bliss scene you'd eventually settled on as the opening to your "boyfriend's werewolf confession during an evening walk in the woods" fic that you posted on Patreon. The feedback had been a dream come true.
While the income wasn't as plentiful as you'd hoped, the wages and tips from your extra shifts allowed you to book another stay the following month. Walter was indeed not available on your only open day of the week so you sought out another option and found a four hour time slot with a new-to-you creature.
The listing called him Captain of the Guard.
Something about this fantasy made you select the box at check in specifically requesting your host enter in form. You had missed this at your previous visit, and as you thought back to meeting Walter, you appreciated the gentle way he eased into the scene. But you wanted a little moreâŠmystery? Suspense? apprehension this time. The front desk clerk told you your host's name was Sy, and sent you down to a lower level of the hotel. The only key he provided was the code you punched into the elevator number pad to allow you to press L3.Â
When the doors opened, you entered a small, rustic room with a hard dirt ground and cool stone walls. You only saw one other door besides the elevator you just stepped through and your mind did some mental gymnastics. Was that the exit to the maze or a bathroom? If it was the bathroom, where was the maze?
A few benches were scattered around and sitting on one was the Offering Tray you purchased, along with a note telling you to dress or undress to your level of comfort and step out into the hall through the door opposite the elevator when you were ready. Okay, door to maze then. But your nervous pee sensation was building. Where was the bathroom???
You knew the elevator was locked after you exited the car, but the note also contained the return code you were welcome to use any time, even before your reservation was over. And the note also revealed the secret to locating the washroom around the corner of one of the walls that you now noticed didnât quite reach the next wall, causing a little optical illusion that the room was a simple square with no other space. Clever. It reminded you of a scene from a fantasy movie youâd seen when you were younger.
You peed and then undressed for a quick rinse in the surprisingly warm shower. You had imagined the temperature of the liquid streaming over the mini waterfall in this rock room would be ice cold, but it was as if the water was heated to a constant, perfect temperature from a thermal spring. The floors were warm on your bare feet too. You almost had to tear yourself away. There was a fantasy to be had.
You hung your street clothes on the garment hooks and pulled your red cape from your bag. You had researched a few different costume options and came across a clever way to fashion a toga of sorts from the material, albeit a slutty red toga with a giant slit up one thigh. You didnât bother with underwear this time either. After one last look in the mirror to make sure your nerves werenât showing too badly, you gathered up the offering of cured meat and stepped into the hall.
The rough hewn stone walls were at least three feet higher than the room youâd just exited. You noticed shelves jutting out occasionally at various heights and made a mental note not to run into them. Not that you planned on running. The ground was soft and sandy, rather than hard packed earth. Even in bare feet, this was going to make running hard. Again, not that youâd planned on running.Â
Now, which direction? Left was always your gut instinct so you followed the path in that direction, choosing a left turn anytime you came to an intersection. After dead-ending twice in about five minutes, you began to rethink your approach. While you figured it had be wise to build in some extra time to find your treasure, you didnât want to spend four hours in a fucking maze alone.Â
As soon as you made the next right, the air shifted. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at attention and a ripple of goosebumps grew up on both arms. You made a few more turns before you began to hear snorts and huffs in the distance. For a moment, you froze, unsure if you wanted to move toward or away from the beast. Not because you didnât want to meet the beast. But only because you truly couldnât decide how. Sneak up and surprise him? Or let him chase you?
A new roar announced he was getting closer and you made a snap decision to turn away. Let him find me.
You maybe delayed the introduction by a few minutes. He was adept and clearly knew this maze inside and out while you were still trying to find your footing. You were just about to turn a corner that looked surprisingly familiar when you felt a rumble and the sand shift beneath your feet before you heard a snort and few stamps on the ground.
âTurn around.â Though a command, it came out like a question and you knew this was yet another opportunity for you to provide your consent to the game. Keep walking forward and it would all be over. As a matter of fact, you were convinced your next step forward would take you to the hall where the door to your changing room was. Your turn was deliberate. So was the flash as the cape swished around your legs and settled back into place. Give him a show, you smiled inwardly to yourself, before you wiped that grin right off the face in your mind and dropped your jaw instead.
Before you stood a monster of a man/beast, which explained the rumbling of the ground. You noticed the hooves which explained the stamping sound. As you drew your eyes up his solid and thick legs, you were a little disappointed to see he was wearing a heavy pleated leather skirt which hid any hint of what might be hanging underneath. His biceps bulged and thick veins trailed down each forearm. His chest was broad and teeming with unbridled strength, bare and full of the fur you were hoping to find.
Walter wasnât the first hairy man youâd been with, but he definitely made you appreciate it more and this beast sported a similar amount. As your gaze met his, you took in the visage of a bullâs head, noticing the ring you expected to see in his nose was not there, but the horns near his ears were. They were massive as well and you had plans.
âWho dares enter my labyrinth?â he demanded as he sauntered ever closer to you. âWhat little bird has been flitting through these halls?â
You gave your name as you held out the tray in front of you, but he simply stood before you, motionless, save his eyes which roamed over every inch of you. When he returned his gaze to yours, he cocked his head to one side.
âAnd what am I supposed to do with this?â he roared, obviously unsatisfied with the tray of meat. Did the hotel make a mistake? âMaybe youâre playing a game with me? Is that it? Interrupt my peaceful solitude and taunt me with a delectable offering only to hide it behind a curtain of fabric and an offensive tray of inferior flesh?â
âI ⊠I didnât know⊠I didnât thinkâŠâ you stammered. Your heart was beating furiously, though he hadnât taken another step toward you and you werenât exactly trapped. You were more convinced than ever that if you wanted to escape, the entry room and the elevator were just around the corner. He was giving you time to acclimate to your decision to stay, making sure you werenât having second thoughts. Though he commanded this hall in this maze, he was letting you call the next shot and you knew you were in no danger. Well, none that you didnât want.
You set the tray on a ledge nearby, and grabbed fistfuls of your robe in both hands, lifting the material enough to give you the feeling of freedom around your lower legs. Just in case. Not that you were planning on running.
âIn this labyrinth, the offerings are usually a little more respectful. Would you like to try your offering again?â Something about his words, the way he cocked his head again, the subtle pawing at the ground, as if he was about to rear up. He wanted you to.Â
You licked your lips, and nodded. Took one more beat. Then turned and ran. Past the door to the changing room, up the hall to the right, left down the next corridor, then right again. Left. Left. Left. Right. For a moment you imagined he wasnât right on your tail and then you hit a dead end and he descended on you as you turned to try to escape the hall thinking you might have enough time to head in another direction. Well, around you really. His arms caged you against the wall behind you.
He was so close. His musk was intoxicating and the scent added a little more fuel to the fire already burning in your loins. You peered up into his eyes, which you now noticed werenât jet black, but rather a deep, dark azure.Â
âThatâs better,â he chuckled. âThe offering is always sweeter after a little vigorous activity.â
âIâm so sorry,â you spoke. "I had no idea the offering I was given wouldn't be to your satisfaction. I should have anticipated better for a creature who commands such obedience and reverence as you."
âThe tray isnât the offering, little bird,â he huffed near your ear as you felt a hand drop from the wall beside you to your shoulder and then down to the pivotal point on your costume. One little tug, and, yep, there it went. The makeshift dressing had held up surprisingly well on the chase, but it was designed to come off easily and that it did. He made an approving sound, tracing a finger over one breast and down the valley between both, nearing your apex before he dragged the back of that hand up your belly and around your waist, ending with a firm grip on the meat of your hips.
âWhatâŠwhat is the offering?â you asked, with feigned timidity, as if you didnât know what he meant. His arms moved to circle your waist and his hands slid to the creases beneath both now bare cheeks.
"I'll take this peach instead," he snorted with what you perceived to be a wink and a grin. He jiggled the flesh of your ass and grinned wider as he caught the moan of pleasure you tried to suppress. "You donât need to fight it little bird. This is why you're here. To let go of inhibitions and feel free to express your feelings and desires with no judgment. If you like someone paying attention to this luscious cake, you shouldn't have to feel like you have to hide it."
The exchange felt a little out of character for the scene, but you didnât mind. The chase was fun, but it was going to be even better finding out how this man would take care of your needs. So you let him know.
"Fuck. It feels good to have you touch it. Most men just go straight for the pussy and ignore the pleasure I get from the tease, the idea of you..." you trailed off, uncertain if you wanted to broach that subject here.
"Oh, it's just an idea, huh? Nothing you want to try? Isn't that why you're here?"
You thought about Walter and wondered if Sy was as well endowed under the fabric covering his loins. Surely the beasts at this hotel were all inordinately adept at providing pleasure; that was after all the entire theme. And maybe there were other ways to pleasure a person, and maybe this hotel had them too, but you couldnât begin to imagine that the size of Syâs cock wasnât proportionate to his stature. You weren't quite ready to feel that in your ass.
"It's alright, little bird. We're here for whatever you'd like,â he answered without you even saying a word.
âCan I call you Sy?â you asked, unsure how committed to the bit heâd be.
âOf course, darlinâ.â That was an odd Texas drawl that had just overridden the previous enigmatic accent you assumed was meant to convey ancient Greece. He kept the twang when he saw your surprised eyebrow quirk. âWe can take this play anywhere you want to go. Though Iâm going to make one choice for us.â
He bent to scoop you into his arms, cradling your legs and back as he held you against his chest. You could feel his heart pounding and wondered if he could feel yours, too. You took some slow deep breaths to try to calm yourself.
For a brief moment, you nestled your head against his neck, relishing the feel of the fur against your cheek. Then you turned your head to pay attention to where he was taking you. You figured you would need to make your way out of this maze alone after being well and thoroughly fucked and somehow you imagined you'd still have enough brain cells to remember the path he was taking.
But Sy wasnât going backwards to any open hall. Instead he was making his way directly into what you took for a dead end. Before he crushed you against the wall, as you were sure he was about to do, Sy stepped through the wall. Sort of. Through another optical illusion that proved the dead end was actually a T intersection.
Sy took the left branch and in a few short strides, you found yourself in a room filled oddly with accouterments of pleasure. A platform bed covered in softness in the middle of the space was an inviting contrast to the sandstone walls you'd acclimated to. In a few spaces, what appeared to be fur rugs hung against the walls. Straight ahead, covered in dozens of warm glowing candles illuminating the room along with hanging oil lamp pendants, sat a wooden altar. Bowls draped with mounds of luscious looking fruit and plates of cured meats and cheeses were nestled in between the candle holders.
As you looked around, you noticed no other entrance to the room, though you kept missing the non-obvious openings, so who knew? The markings on the wall and other accompanying furnishings led you to believe you were not just in some other hall of the maze. You were now in Sy's sanctuary. Youâd found, or rather Sy was going to show you, the treasure at the middle of the maze.Â
Sy set you on your feet and stepped back, as if judging your temperature again.Â
âIs this where I meet my fate, then?â you asked, with a shy smile.
âYouâll die a thousand little deaths in here,â he promised, returning to the previous accent, and you noticed now a tail swishing behind him. You hadnât seen that before, but it seemedâŠexcited.
âSounds amazing.â
With that he rushed you as if you still held the red cape as a target. In what felt like one fell swoop, he bent to capture your hips and swing you forward over his shoulder as he turned and took a few steps toward a fur-lined spot along a wall and none of those movements jostled or startled you. It was as if he was picking up a piece of cloth, the ease with which he maneuvered you and held you stable so nothing hurt. Not his fingers in your hips, not your hips over his shoulder, not your back as he held you captive, pressed against the wall of the hidden sanctuary.
âWalter said you smelled delicious and tasted even better,â Sy huffed with hunger.
Did they talk amongst one another? That hardly seemed ethical. And yet, youâd gossipped and dished about this place and the man youâd met previously. Why would you assume he wouldnât do the same?
âSo thatâs the first thing weâll take care of here,â he continued as he dug his massive thigh into the moist heat between your legs and huffed breath onto your neck. His hands traced the length of your body, down both sides, over your belly, onto the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
In a heartbeat, he had you off the ground, legs spread wide as he continued to trap you against the wall. You tried to hold onto his beefy shoulders for stability, but soon realized he wasn't done lifting you up as you lost purchase.
You were sure you'd be tumbling forward onto the sandy ground in front of you as soon as you cleared another foot of his body, but somehow you remained upright. Well, âsomehowâ was known but you were still amazed at the raw strength and power Sy possessed to hold you aloft and continue to elevate your body.
With one final shrug, he had your naked form where he wanted it. Legs over shoulders and pussy right at his face waiting to be devoured. You'd had men, including Walter, in between your legs before. A few times when you were upright, and that always put a nice checkmark next to their names in your book. But never while hoisted six feet in the air.
The thick swath of muscle that ascended through your folds filled you with a warmth you had been craving for weeks. Sy somehow managed to manipulate the shape as well, so that he alternated between targeted tight circles with a tip and wide saliva drenched passes that were soon mingling with your own juices.
You had the distinct impression that the wall behind you was for your benefit only. A way to make you more comfortable and secure in the knowledge that he wouldn't let you fall while he was feasting at the altar of your thighs. That he had the ability to hold you upright all on his own while he ate you out.
He made you come at least three times with your back arched against the wall and crying out for relief as you pressed into his head to hold yourself steady, even while he supported you with a hand cradling your ass and another secure against your side. You had wanted to grab his horns, but something told you to stop and wait until you could ask permission. It didnât seem polite to just grab at them without warning.
âPlease, Sy. Please fuck me now,â you pleaded and he skillfully obliged, though he took his sweet time getting there.
He took a few more licks, sucking in the moisture dripping from your pussy before he began to ease your legs off his shoulders, down his body, and around his waist. He settled you there while he reached back to unhook his skirt and drop it to the ground. Then he knelt, still holding you against the wall, and shifted your legs down to rest on his thighs. This gave you an opportunity to peek down and see what he was working with, and not that you were at all surprised but it was still a bit of shock.
A strap of leather remained wrapped around his waist, traveling down both sides of his Orion's belt with the ends connected to a ring that sat stuffed behind his cock. While you contemplated just how long it would let him last, he worked an especially large condom onto his massive member, drifting a knuckle through your folds at every opportunity, given the proximity. He grunted and grinned each time you rolled your hips against his fingers, eagerly seeking more pressure, more depth, more everything.
âPatience, little bird. Weâll get there soon enough,â he warned as he finished affixing the rubber. You watched rapt as he held himself firm in one hand, tugging with the same languid pace he also used to trail his fingers from the other hand around your entrance, flicking at the hidden pearl up top and pressing his thumb deep inside you. It was killing you, but this was not one of the little deaths he had promised and you contemplated telling him so.Â
As if he could tell just how impatient you were becoming, he finally spread your puffy lips wide and began to nudge the tip of his cock at your soaking entrance. A gasp was all you could manage as he moved to standing at the same time, easing your legs back up around his waist again.
Sy moved into you inch by glorious inch, pausing every so often to make sure you were comfortable. It was certainly not something you were accustomed to, but the feeling was familiar and you knew now he was at least as large as Walter. This was going to be fun. When he was almost seated you asked.
âSy?â
âYes, little bird?â
âMay I touch them? Hold ⊠hold onto them?â
âYes, little bird, you may.â
You used the leverage of your grip to drive your hips down the rest of the way onto his colossal cock and willed your inner walls to ease around him. A heat filled you, a desire to grind against him, but he stilled you. Made you sit with the enormity of the situation for a moment while he palmed a breast, rolled a nipple.
âPlease, Sy, please. I want you to move. I want you to fuck me into this wall. Please.â
He didnât make you beg another time. He was slamming into you and somehow rotating his hips in such a way that you felt him in every muscle and nerve in your body. It felt electric and vibrant and you wanted to explode. Sy let you. Fucked you right through it and into the midst of a second one before you could open your eyes again.Â
You were grinding against him, pulling your body up and pushing back down using his horns to guide you and you were coming hard around him again. His laugh was infectious and you let one out with the third little death in this position.Â
Suddenly, he spun you away from the wall. For a moment you thought he was heading for the bed, but he lifted you off his cock, then turned you around. He held you against his chest with one arm around your waist as his other hand guided his throbbing member into you once again.
You threw your arms behind you to grasp at his neck as if you needed to somehow participate in keeping yourself steady against him, but he could handle you all on his own. He had your legs splayed wide, an arm under each knee, and he drove up into you as if it was nothing. And while you didnât need to, you absolutely wanted to slip your hands up a little higher, off his neck, over the back of his head and right back onto those epic horns.Â
You smoothed your fingers over the bone, into the curl, and held on. It could have been your imagination, but his grunts and snorts seemed to magnify as you did so. Maybe he really liked it? Before you had a chance to consider dragging your fingers along the form again, he hit you with another deep wave of pleasure that had your eyes rolling back into your head as you slumped against him.
And it was like he knew how much more you had in you, because he just kept fucking you right back into consciousness, at which point you did gather your wits and give his horns a few more sensual strokes. It was his groan that told you he was close and you were helping him along. It only took a few more thrusts before you were coming hard around his dick and it seemed like he was letting loose with a roar, too.
He eased his phallus out of your sweaty, quivering body and moved forward to deposit you on the bed, admonishing you to stay put before he disappeared behind another secret wall. You heard water rushing and the sound began to lull you into a light sleep that only the warm, wet cloth pulled you out of.
âDonât open your eyes just yet,â he spoke, his voice a little less gruff than before.
âI was promised a thousand little deaths,â you teased, unable to move your eyelids or anything else for that matter. His laughter lifted your heart.
âOh, you want more? Looks like youâd scatter in the wind like a dandelion if I put my cock in you one more time.â
âI wish you werenât right,â you joined him with a light laugh of your own. âMaybe if I could get a little napâŠâ
âUnfortunately, time has been flyinâ while weâve been having fun. Donât think youâve got enough left for that.â
You peeled your eyes open, curious about his statement. You hadnât meant to imply he should give you more time and you were embarrassed that he might think you were being pushy, demanding. You were not prepared for the sight of the man in front of you.
Where Walterâs shift had given him just a little extra height and bulk, not that he needed it to maneuver you around the room, Syâs return to human form was dramatic. And not that he wasnât massive in his own right, but the size of the beast that had just fucked you senseless was even more apparent comparatively. You could see he was solid, tree trunks for thighs and branches for arms. His shoulders were wide, chest broad. All the things youâd noticed of the bull, but just scaled down. And still incredibly daunting.Â
âSâokay I shifted back?â he asked with concern.
âOf course, whatever you⊠I mean, this is all so new to me. I have no idea whatâs allowed. And how much timeâŠâ Was what you were thinking about within bounds? âHas it really only been almost four hours? How much time is left? I think I assumedâŠâ
Sy gave another chuckle as you trailed off.
âYeah, he musta really liked you from the get go.â At your quizzical gaze, Sy continued. âWe donât all have that gift. Waltâs one of the few. And he uses it sparingly. Itâs not really a sanctioned hotel offering. If everyone could and did, weâd get nothing but two-hour bookings.â
âOh, I didnât mean to⊠I mean, I hope that didnât sound like I was demanding any special treatment or anything.â
âYou honestly still donât look like you have enough strength left to demand a deep breath,â Sy teased. âHere, lemme give you a hand. Weâll get you cleaned up for real.â
He scooped you off the bed and carried you into the bathroom, outfitted similarly to the entry room. He placed you gently under the warm, rushing waterfall before sudsing you up with a shower gel that smelled surprisingly like something you already owned. You watched as his hands slid over your body, easing the soap down your legs and guiding the water to rinse you off.Â
âSy,â you began, wondering if you should even bring it up, but as he stood to grab a towel for you, the shape you thought youâd seen as he washed you was even more apparent. âIs it allowed? Do we have time ⊠Can IâŠhelp you with this?â
You reached for him, circling a hand around his obvious erection and tugging gently. His eyes closed slowly as he dropped his head back with a deep sigh, before he wrapped his arms around you and drew you to him. He put a palm against your cheek and tilted your head to train his beautiful blue eyes on yours as he spoke.
âItâs technically not allowed.â Your heart sank at his words. âBut Imma make it good for you one last time anyway.âÂ
You let the towel drop to the floor as he lifted you to move back out to the bed. He set you down and you watched him climb onto the mattress, expecting him to grab a condom and crawl over you, or flip you over. When he settled himself between your legs, it wasnât his cock that penetrated you. Sy put his mouth over your pussy again and the moan that escaped his throat had enough vibration you were sure you could come from that alone.
He was better. He was unbelievably better than Walter at this. It wasnât something you were particularly proud to be thinking, but truth was where you found it and this was the truth. Sy was skilled and all the tricks he used in Minotaur form, he used here as well. You were squirming within moments, grinding up into his face and grabbing onto his freshly shaved head to help keep him where heâd do the most damage in the quickest amount of time. Not that he needed your help, because he was fucking good at this. He knew how to use his tongue and lips and, yes, teeth, gently, and yes fingers, deep and deft. And if you werenât mistaken, he was squirming, too.Â
You could see his ass wiggling and humping into the bed and if you werenât losing your own damn mind youâd have noticed his hips stuttering as he came into the mattress right around the time his fingers landed back on the spot that, in combination with the movement of his tongue, had you screaming his name.
He let you linger in bed a moment, catching your breath while he slipped on a pair of white, slouchy linen pants before he held out his hand to help you off the bed.Â
âHere,â he pulled the sheet around you with a soft chuckle and a grin. âThisâll be more comfortable than traipsing back to the elevator naked. Iâll show you the way.â
Sy led you back to the entry room, stopping along the way for a small detour to find your discarded cloak down the dead end hall. You swapped material with him as he deposited you outside the changing room and wished you a wonderful day.
âCome back and see us again, sometime. It was a pleasure,â he tilted his head at you as you stepped backwards into the room.
âThe pleasure was all mine,â you replied.
âDonât be too sure about that, now.â
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The Finer Details
Post DI! Leon Kennedy x f! Painter Reader
MDNI 18+
(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)
Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..
Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex đ
Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare
Final Word Count: 22.6k
Author's Note: Ta-da! I put a lot of work into this last chapter, like actually becoming the president for a couple hours, but I really wanted to make it worth everyone's time for sticking around and reading all the way through.
Thank you so much for following along! All the sweet comments from you guys never fails to make my day!
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Cross posted on AO3
The Reveal
Almost three months.
It took almost three months for Leon's portrait to fully dry after it had been varnished. You'd checked it almost daily after the two month mark due to Leon's constant pestering. He was understandably antsy, and admittedly, you were too.
There was a lot of convincing involved, but you managed to keep the man at home while you transported the painting to the White House. He worried it would be damaged en-route. Such a little worry wart.
Setting up the painting's respective spot a column away from Chris and Claire's seemed very appropriate; tall, fake bushes sitting on either side of where it would be placed, a warm yellow bulb lighting up the inside of the decorative archway, and the patterned golden frame where the canvas would forever be now hung empty in that portrait hallway, waiting to be pieced together and completed.
The shiny gold placard had already been screwed onto the frame, words zapped on it via laser:
Leon S. Kennedy
USSTRATCOM Agent from 1998 - 2011
D.S.O. Agent from 2011 - 2017
You knew how long he'd been working as an agent, but it was still baffling nonetheless. Nearly 20 years of non-stop intense and usually very traumatizing work, what a feat.
Moving on, you'd worked out the plans for Leon's farewell party with the President and a few coordinators over the span of a few days, making sure to store the painting in a secure room for the time being. It was to stay covered with a violet piece of velvet cloth up until the reveal at the party, no one was allowed to see it besides you, the President, and the various security guards working the grounds.
After another two extra months of waiting, the farewell party was drawing near. There had to be enough time given for invitations to be sent out to people, wait for said people to RSVP, and allow travel time. And at this point, Leon was busting at the seams; extremely nervous, excited, and even a little scared at the prospect of it all.
Your words from that second painting session all those months ago never left his mind: "Seeing the portrait once it's finished is going to be an incredibly emotional ordeal. It's a reminder that this is truly the end of an era for you, Mr. Kennedy..."
The man clung to that, doing his best to internalize it and mentally prepare himself for what was to come. He was hoping you were exaggerating, but from what Chris, Claire, and even Jill have told him about their experience after the fact, he knew deep down that you'd seen it all too well before.
What Leon failed to realize was that he wasn't alone anymore. Sure he had his friends to help, but he'd never had someone to come home to everyday.
During the last few sessions, he had asked to stay with you at your apartment, citing the potential aftermath of the party as reasoning. However, you really didn't need him to explain his reasoning, you would've let him. Even if he just felt like it, you would've welcomed him with opened arms.
Besides, he'd already been staying at your place for longer periods of time over the months. You'd visited his house a few times, but he made sure to whine and complain about how bare and boring it was. If you remember correctly, Leon had said, word for word, that your apartment "felt like a warm hug". With that, he shelled up with you in only a couple weeks before the painting had dried. He made special effort to learn your routine, wanting to give you the space that you needed while also maximizing his time spent with you.
Leon was an actual angel, you were wholeheartedly convinced. Some days you would come home after working on another painting to the man cooking dinner, having bought an expensive wine to share with you. When your hands would start to ache and your back and shoulders were sore from the long hours spent holding a paintbrush in an awkward hunched position, he would set aside anything he had going on just to give you all the massages, kisses, and love that you could ever want.
Nothing was ignored when it came to you and your wants and needs. Leon admitted awhile back that he felt guilty for intruding on your space, though you were very quick to shut that down. He was far from a burden, actually lining up more with a dream come true.
And just like he did with you, you spared nothing while getting to know the in's and out's of the man that occupied your mind, heart, and home. You learned his favorite meals, watched his favorite shows and movies with him, returning the massages when he would return from the gym, and paid extra attention to how he liked to be held at night. Who would've guessed that the Leon Kennedy loved to be the little spoon?
What you spent the most time on was making sure to listen when he suddenly went on tangents about his past. They really did haunt him. You would wake up in the middle of the night to him huddled at the top of the bed, arms wrapped around his legs and head between his knees as he did his best to cry quietly. All you could do for him in those moments was pull him against your chest, gently rocking him back and forth while whispering sweet nothings, just until he felt either ready to talk or ready to fall back asleep. If he just wanted more comfort, then that's what he got, obviously.
He was only recently put on a couple medications to help him better manage his PTSD and anxiety since he really had to cut back on the alcohol in order to take them the way he needed. Definitely worth it to both you and him seeing as his nightmares lessened in intensity and frequency.
Now here you were, straightening out Leon's tie for him since his hands were failing him, nerves getting the better of him. He had taken his meds a few minutes ago, wanting to have the full effect during the party to combat any destructive behaviors during it, so it was no wonder his hands were still trembling.
"You're going to do so well, Leon." You smiled, giving him a gentle pat between his pecs after tucking his tie into his suit jacket. He was staring straight ahead, eyebrows furrowed with worry as he stared at himself in the mirror. "You've made so much progress and I couldn't be any prouder."
He licked his dry lips before slowly looking down at you, giving you the best smile he could, which was really just him pulling his lips back tight. If it weren't for you constantly being around to encourage him and push him to get better, he would not be able to attend his own farewell party.
How had he managed to get so far without this level of love and care? Where would he even be without you? Hopefully later when his mind isn't racing a million miles per minute, Leon will be able to tell you just how lucky he is to have you in his life.
Leon watched you in the mirror as you walked around to stand behind him, straightening out his suit jacket in random spots until deciding to just wrap your arms around his midriff, pressing the side of your face against his back with a content sigh. He brought his still-trembling hands up to hold onto your arms, rubbing his thumbs up and down across your soft skin.
His eyes settled back on his own face after staring at your arms linked around him, letting out a shaky sigh of his own as he attempted to just focus on this moment. You were perfect, ethereal, a true work of art. He wouldn't trade any of this for the world.
It took some time, about an hour, before Leon's medication was starting to kick in. You were definitely a big help, he couldn't give all the credit to his meds.
His relaxed demeanor wasn't easy to spot, the man was just naturally rigid, but you waited until he let you know that he was ready; ready to go to his farewell party, ready to see the portrait you painted for him, ready to put in the effort into accepting the next chapter in his life.
The drive to the White House was seamless, having been picked up in a blacked out SUV that held four personal guards, courtesy of the President. Leon wasn't going to complain, he actually kind of liked the pampering effect that came with being driven around by a dedicated entourage.
Almost all good feelings were drained from Leon when the car finally pulled up to the front of the White House where more guards stood waiting to escort the two of you inside. It was still early in the night, but the sun had set long ago, making for quite the beautiful atmosphere.
He could see numerous party attendees walking up the stairs, dressed up in their fanciest outfits for him. He held your hand the entire way up the stairs and into the entrance hall with a grip that was sure to leave your hand hurting. No matter, you could tell he needed you. That vice grip he had was well worth it for his comfort.
There were quite a few more people than either you or Leon expected. It seems as if all available agents, young, old, and retired, had been sent an invitation for tonight, along with quite a few high-ranking government workers. Luckily, this was a private event; no reporters, no news, only those who had been fortunate enough to be invited.
The first to spot you two was Chris who quickly made his way over to pull Leon into a bone-crushing hug, giving him a few solid pats on the back before letting go. Leon only reciprocated the hug with one hand, the other refusing to let go of yours, though his grip had loosened by now.
"Where's Claire?" Leon muttered, leaning to the side to scan over the sizeable crowd. "She's.." Chris turned around to also scan the crowd, squinting a bit as he looked. "She's somewhere. My wife is with her, her family, and Jill."
Leon pursed his lips with a curt nod, humming quietly in acknowledgement before standing straight again. He glanced down at where his hand held yours, squeezing it again for just a second as if to remind himself that you haven't gone anywhere.
Chris had turned back around to see the small gesture Leon gave to you, a coy smirk on his face. "What uhh... what's all this, huh?" He subtly pointed between you and the other man, voice lowered.
Leon cleared his throat and looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear despite the volume in the hall. "... M'gonna save that for the-.. the speech." Chris just nodded, crossing his arms before slowly turning to look through the crowd again. "Alright, well, let me go find the family and bring them over before you're swarmed." And with that, Chris made his way back into the crowd.
Unfortunately, Leon had been spotted by the rest of the partygoers before Chris could return with everyone. Many pleasantries were repeated while also returning small talk with the people he recognized, which was a lot. You managed to avoid most of it, only being questioned a few times due to the rather obvious hold the man had on you. Despite having attended the last few parties like this, most people unable to recognize you as the artist. A blessing and a curse.
The next couple hours were spent eating finger foods, conversing with whoever, and enjoying the way Leon started to flow with the event. He soon found his way to Chris, Claire, their partners and kids, and Jill which really helped him loosen up. He needed the more familiar faces, having now let go of your hand fully to talk more animatedly with them. You made sure to stick by his side as long as you could, letting out a soft laugh every time you noticed his quick glances over to you to check if you're still there.
The time eventually did come for you to part with Leon, signaling a couple guards to follow you down a few hallways until reaching the room where the portrait sat, still covered with the violet cloth. The decision to keep it back here for so long was made by the President, wanting less of a sudden reveal and more of a build up.
Normally it would already be hanging in the entrance hall, covered and ready to be revealed, but not wanting to risk any potential damage, you were asked to hold off bringing it in until the President was ready to give the speech leading up to Leon's.
It'd been set in the golden frame rather quickly with the help from one of the guards that walked down with you. You had the guard to hold it up for you so you could give it one final good look before he was instructed to lead you back. After recovering, you took the portrait in both hands, holding it close as you were escorted back through the halls and into the main entrance hall.
By now everyone had directed their focus closer to the center of the back wall. Next to where the President stood, your own art easel was now set up. That was mostly as homage to you and it wasn't like anyone besides you would understand that it's yours, though Leon did pick up on that little feature. He'd been staring at the back of that thing for months, counted the various old streaks of paint on the pale wood over and over.
It made his farewell all the more personal, struggling to mask the feeling of the ever-growing pit in his stomach from the friends he was still standing next to.
The sound of a mic being tapped drew everyone's attention in to the President, the volume in the hall quieting to a whisper, soon completely silent as he began to speak into the mic;
"Ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you to honor and pay tribute to a true hero, a dedicated public servant, and a loyal friend who has served our nation with unwavering dedication for the past 19 years. It is with great respect and admiration that I address you on this occasion, as we bid farewell to a remarkable agent who has exemplified the very best qualities of service and sacrifice." As the President spoke, Leon held his breath, hands gripping onto his suit jacket to keep from trembling again.
At this point, you'd silently walked along the side with the guards from before, bringing the covered portrait up to the front before carefully placing it on your easel. "Throughout this nation's history, these agents have played an essential role in ensuring the safety and security of our nation's people and have consistently placed their lives on the line to protect the sanctity of our democracy. And today, we acknowledge one agent who has done so with unparalleled devotion."
"This retiring agent has been a silent sentinel, ensuring the continuity of our democratic ideals. Through countless hours of training, vigilance, and selflessness, they have demonstrated a level of commitment that is nothing short of extraordinary. But beyond their exceptional professional duties, this agent has been a friend and a confidant to those of us privileged to work alongside them. They have been a source of strength, a steady hand in turbulent times, and a symbol of the unbreakable bond that can form within the ranks of those who dedicate their lives to service."
You positioned yourself opposite of the President, placing your hands behind your back to keep your posture tall as you now smiled at the crowd, subtly scanning for Leon. His eyes were already on you when you found him, and your smile only widened further.
It prompted his own nervous smile, toying with the buttons on his jacket while turning his attention back to the President, wanting to remain respectful to his, honestly, very flattering speech so far. You followed Leon's eyes, seemingly having the same idea to just watch and listen.
"The sacrifices made by our agents often go unnoticed by the public, and that is by design. Their commitment to duty is matched only by their humility. But today, we pause to recognize and celebrate this retiring agent's dedication, valor, and sacrifice." The President continued to address the attendees in the room, giving you a quick nod before returning his focus to everyone in the entrance hall.
The President outstretched his hand towards Leon standing in the crowd, now staring at him with a prideful yet relaxed look. "To Mr. Leon S. Kennedy, our retiring agent and loyal friend, thank you for your 19 years of dedicated service to our nation. May your retirement be filled with the peace and contentment that you so richly deserve. You leave behind a legacy of honor and courage that will never be forgotten." The crowd of attendees clapped and cheered briefly, causing Leon to reach his hand up to wipe across his face. A poor way to hide his red face. He's done that before, hasn't he?
Once the crowd quieted back down, the President finished his speech with a classic, "May God bless you, your family, and may God continue to bless the United States of America. Thank you" before the crowd picked back up cheering and clapping. You clapped along with them, laughing at Leon's flustered expression. He could barely hold back his smile, not really have expecting to be so well recognized for his service.
Leon's queue to make his way to the front was when the President walked over to stand next to you, making sure not to block the covered portrait from anyone's view. He'd recited this speech to you countless times, even more to himself when he was alone, but all those eyes staring at him were causing him to fumble. He messed around with the mic once he was standing in front of it, and that was your queue to walk over and stand next to him, placing a loving hand on his forearm.
That's all he needed, just a little extra encouragement from the person he relied on the most. His speech was short and straight to the point, never having been a man of professional word, yet he still managed to slip in some words of praise for you and all the help you provided him during his rough patch earlier in the year.
Neither you or Leon had outright said it to each other, let alone to anyone else, but hearing him announce to the entire hall of people that you were his girlfriend made your heart soar. Speaking about you calmed his nerves, and he wanted everyone to know just how lucky he felt, like he'd hoped for earlier.
He bent over slightly to whisper in your ear, covering the mic with his hand to make sure it didn't pick up his voice. "Now, why don't you go ahead and show us all that masterpiece you spent months working on?" Oh, now you were the flustered one, giggling nervously as you gave his arm a gentle squeeze before walking over to where the painting sat on the easel.
"Ladies and gentleman," Leon's eyes followed you as he straightened his posture out, speaking into the mic once more with a wide smile gracing his features, "I'm honored to have the wonderful artist herself present my very own portrait to you." As he spoke, you carefully lifted the cloth from where it was draped over the painting, finally revealing the ever-awaited portrait to everyone.
Just like with Chris and Claire's, Leon was sat in that soft maroon chair, slightly off center, but his position was different with his right ankle rested atop his left knee, elbows on the arms of the chair while his hands rested in his lap, fingers interlaced. His smile was soft and partially crooked while he looked forward with relaxed eyes, a few strands of hair painted to sit in front of his brow. And to tie it all together, it had a lovely green background, a dark forest green as the base while a sage green was used to add texture. The vintage look had always been your favorite, and Leon fit it so perfectly. He was nearly timeless.
Many "ooo's" and "ahh's" were heard amongst the clapping from the crowd, along with a handshake from the President. Before you could turn to face Leon, you felt his arms slowly slink around you from underneath your arms, the weight of his head now pressing down on your shoulder. You could feel his grin when he tilted his head to kiss your jawline, beginning to gently rock you side to side. Getting to show off your work was always so rewarding, but just knowing Leon was handling everything so well was a feeling you'll truly never forget.
He was happy. That's all you ever wanted for him. The man has truly earned his portrait in that agent hall of fame.
The portrait was soon brought down to the aforementioned hall to be hung up and displayed for good, a few small groups trailing down to get a better look at it. Chris was the noisiest about it, telling Leon it looked like it belonged above a grand fireplace, to which said man agreed with.
Chris, Claire, Jill, and their respective families stared at it for quite some time alongside Leon and you. They all chatted while Leon stared quietly, taking in every little fine detail you'd added. You changed his position some, and did he really smile at you like that? He really did look lovestruck. Of course only he could tell that. Hopefully.
He surprised himself with how okay he felt after seeing the painting. You warned him multiple times that it would most likely be overwhelming and emotional, and while it was, it wasn't in a bad way. The most compelling thought he had right now was to just sweep you off your feet and smother you with love.
Leon asked one of the guards to take a picture of him with everyone, including you, in front of his portrait. Then, just a picture of you and him standing in front of it, easily becoming the background on his phone.
The party went on for only an hour or so more before people started to trickle out. You and Leon were some of the first to leave, saying all your thanks and goodbye's with hugs and handshakes.
The moment the two of you walked into your apartment he practically pounced on you before the door had shut, large hands gripping tight on your hips as he sloppily made out with you. He just had to show his gratitude for all your hard work.
Your lips tasted so sweet and your soft little moans were driving him wild, he couldn't help the groan that rumbled from his chest. Full blown sex had been held off by you, not wanting to rush him into anything while you helped him manage his problems. Honestly, he was glad you'd held off on him, because now that he was feeling like his own person again, it made waiting all the more fulfilling.
Leon hoisted you up into his arms after you'd kicked your heels off, holding onto the back of your thighs as he carried you to the bedroom. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling against his lips as he carefully navigated around the short hallway and into the bedroom.
You looked so good splayed out on the bed for him, that beautiful dress you chose was insanely flattering on you. It had to go though, so after yanking off his jacket he made quick work of your dress, fumbling with the zipper for a moment before pulling it up and over your head. Your bra and panties didn't last either. He'd only gotten to see you naked a couple times before, but god, he'll never get tired of seeing you this way, acting all shy like you weren't his favorite view.
Leon was so eager to get his hands on you that he neglected to take off his suit, opting instead to hover over you and bury his face into your neck. He wasn't a good artist, but he loved to cover your neck in shades of red and purple like you were his own little painting, akin to leaving his signature all over you.
He only pulled away once you tugged on his hair, listening to your begs and pleas for him to get his clothes off. As much as he wanted to prolong this night and tease you, he couldn't hold himself back. He needed to feel your soft skin against his.
"So perfect." Leon mumbled against your skin, licking and kissing his way up your stomach and to your breasts after practically ripping off his clothes. His hands found their way back to your hips, pressing them firm against the bed to keep you from squirming away as he nipped at one of your nipples, pulling it into his mouth.
He moaned as he sucked and circled his tongue around your nipple, his eyes falling closed. The other couldn't stay neglected, so he brought one hand up to pinch and tug at your other nipple, sighing when he felt your body press against his as you arched at the sensation. He loved when your moans would pitch, so cute.
His cock was pressed against the inside of your thigh, rutting against it when you would tug at his hair. Once he decided your nipples had enough attention, he sat up and grabbed the backs of your knees to place around his waist. The new position offered Leon the perfect opportunity to drag his leaking cock through your folds, pressing it down with his thumb so the tip would nudge your clit with every slow thrust forward.
You were so wet, so delicate. He could've fucked you right then, slid right into that juicy little pussy, but he needed to take care of you first. He would never forgive himself if he hurt you.
Reluctantly, the man pulled his dick away from you, letting out a poorly concealed whine at the loss. He ran his hands up your thighs before moving one hand so he could circle your clit with his thumb, the other hand back on your hip to keep you steady.
"L-eon~!" You brokenly moaned out, pleading to him with your watery eyes. You needed more; his fingers, his cock, anything. He couldn't say no to that, stopping his assault on your clit to drag his middle and ring finger through your drenched folds to wet them properly. He brought your right leg to sit over his shoulder, hand gripping the top of your thigh as he leaned forward, studying your face closely as he gently teased the outside of your slit with his middle finger.
He moaned with you as he slid his finger in, keeping his eyes trained on you as he started to tentatively thrust his finger in and out. "Yeah?" Leon whispered, licking his lips as you barely managed to nod. "Yeeeaah, there's my girl..." The rumble in his voice was music to your ears.
His ring finger was soon slid in next to his middle finger, switching between scissoring you and making a partial 'come here' motion with them. After only a couple minutes you were leaking all over his hand and the bed, the wet sounds of your pussy mixed with your moans making his cock jerk and drip with precum. Leon clenched his teeth as he slowly pulled his fingers from you, immediately bringing them to his mouth to suck off your juices. He let out an audible sigh after swallowing, repositioning his dick to slide through your folds a couple more times before nudging your hole with the tip.
"Look at me, baby..." Leon's hushed demand brought you to open your eyes, if only half way. He made eye contact with you before leaning forward further to kiss you, all the while finally pushing into you. He soaked in your gasp, his eyebrows furrowing as you tensed up. "Relax.. let me in~..."
"It's only me.." He panted, tilting his head to kiss the corner of your mouth as your eyes shut again. "It's only me, baby..." he repeated this a few more times as he eased his cock inside of you, the stretch only stinging for a moment before it turned to pleasure. He filled you perfectly, you could feel every bit of him, especially with his right hand adding a bit of pressure to your stomach.
Leon sat still for a minute to give you time to adjust, taking the way you moved your hips as a sign to move. He pulled out, all the way to the tip, before slowly thrusting back in. He managed to choke out a quiet "Fuck-.." when you clenched around him. "Taking me so well.. such a big girl~.."
He always knew just how to talk to you, making sure to take his time buttering you up. You were putty in his hands, and between his words and the feeling of him reaching so deep inside of you, you could barely think.
It didn't take long for him to start to lose his composure, the sound of wet skin slapping together filling the room as his thrusts intensified. "All mine. All for me." The grip he had on your thigh was sure to leave a bruise, but that was the last thing on your mind.
The hand he had pressing on your stomach moved further down so he could circle your clit with his thumb again, jaw tight as he looked from your blissed out expression to where his hand was playing with you. "Oh fuck! That's it!" Leon growled, eyes glued to your cunt as he plunged in and out of it. "Cream this dick, mamas~... Cum on my cock so I can fill this pretty pussy up.."
The way you gasped and moaned when you came was enough to warrant a noise complaint, but screw your neighbors. You needed this just as much Leon did.
"Oohhh fuck yeah.. Milk me, baby~... shit-" Leon's thrusts stuttered to a stop while pressed flush against you, abs flexing as he pumped ropes of cum into you. Once you managed to open your eyes, all you could do was stare at the man, flushed pink and sweaty, sitting between your legs. Both of you moaned in tandem as he pulled out, Leon groaning to himself as he watched his cum drip from your pussy. Truly a work of art meant for his eyes only.
He leaned over you again to plant a quick kiss on your lips, chuckling when he felt you smile. "Let me go grab something to clean you up, okay?" You could only nod in response, reaching your hand up to caress the side of his face before he stood up from the bed. He walked across the hall into the bathroom, wetting a soft rag with warm water before making his way back over to you.
Leon made sure to be gentle when cleaning you, the warmth from the rag soothing your tender skin. You were able to sit up on your elbows and watch him, using his gentle touches as a way to calm your still racing heart.
After wiping himself off with the rag, he tossed it over in the general direction of your laundry basket. It was a problem for later. Right now, he wanted lay back on the bed and pull you up so you could lay on top of him. Along with just how nice it felt to hold you, he loved the weight of you on him. So that's what he did, pulling you onto him after laying on the bed, running his fingers though your hair on the back of your head.
"Leon." You muttered against his collarbone. His eyebrows raised, yet his eyes were closed. "Mm?" His right eye peaked open when he felt you giggle. "What?"
"I love you." His fingers paused their ministrations at your words. You lifted your head up to look at him, growing worried with his shocked expression. "Sorry, is that too-" you choked on your words, stopped mid-sentence by Leon's arms suddenly squeezing the breath out of you with a very tight hug. He pulled you up just a little further so he could smush his lips against yours.
"I love you too!" He breathed out excitedly. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to tell you!" You tapped his arm and he immediately relaxed his grip, mumbling a small, "Sorry, my bad.." when you took in a deep breath.
"You're adorable, Leon." You shook your head with a smile, brushing the hair from his face to give him a much gentler kiss before settling you head back against his chest with a quiet sigh.
Leon was still a tough man, but you made him soft. Only ever soft for you.
Side note: I totally forgot to add in the pussy eating i am so sorry. i thought i did but it was literally just a thought that never manifested đ
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Coach Syverson Part 2
I really didn't think I was going to finish writing this so soon but ya'll loved the first part! and I love writing this so here it is the final part with all the good stuff! Also it's 4 am and I probably should have proof read this. but I didn't. Iwas so excited to get it posted because You guys BLEW UP the first part so THANK YOU!!!
Warnings: SMUT at the end, Oral (m and f receiving), (p in v), lots of cusring in the end , so much praising because you know he would!!
Sy was in coach mode with the team as I looked over the sign in sheet and greeted the students that were traveling to watch the game. Most of the students were loaded onto the bus now. Thank God because I was so distracted by him. There was something about seeing him like this, he was so in charge and in control. He had their full attention and he never had to work to get it. He had those boys respect the first time he walked out to the field. But he earned it too. He was such a good coach. I loved listening to the way he spoke with them.
âAlright boys,â I listened as he pulled the team into a huddle before they got on the bus next to ours. âListen first and foremost I want yâall to go out there and pay hard. Thatâs what weâve been practicing. Weâve watched their tape. These guys are a little bigger than you but that doesnât matter. Weâre faster. You come at âem low and fast theyâre gonna go down. Matt I need your eyes on that ball at all times man! We just about lost some points last week because of misdirection and we ainât gonna let that happen again right?âÂ
âNo, sir! I got you coach!â
âAtta boy! Derek, you keep throwing that ball like youâve been in practice this week and weâll be in good shape!â Derek just nodded. Sy smiled. âAlright, now boys I donât want any messing around in the locker room. You go in, and be respectful, I want them talking about how great of character our team has just as much as theyâre talking about how good we play, understood?â
âYes coach!â The boys chanted in unison.Â
âAlright, load up letâs go!â The boys started cheering. I smiled. I loved watching him with them. The way he got them all fired up. And he matched their energy. He was so adorable right now. Joking around with the boys andÂ
âHey Miss Plummer!â right, Iâm not a teenager watching my crush, Iâm an adult, I have a job to do.Â
âHi Caitlyn! Are you ready for the game tonight?â I smiled at her. She was all decked out with the eye under eye black and Tyler's jersey number painted on her cheek in the school colors. She and a few of the other girls made t-shirts and were wearing them to support a few of the players they were friends with.Â
âSo ready!!â She squealed, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet. She looked over toward the buses where the team was loading the bus with their equipment, where I had been staring off earlier. âHeâs so cute isnât he?â She said, I raised an eyebrow and smirked a little.Â
âAre you excited to watch Tyler play?â I chuckled.Â
âYeah, But I meant coach Sy, are you two finally together? He totally likes you! Everyone knows it! And you two would be so cute together!! The students talk about it all the time. I mean youâre wearing his hoodie Miss Plummer!â Wow that girl talks fast. He likes⊠no. But if the students see it? Am I really that blind? He bought my dinner, He brings me coffee, he called me his work wife. But Iâm not his body type. These things donât happen. Are my insecurities really that deep rooted that I canât take the advice I give my students? But still. When I was in school I remember rumors spreading about teachers seeing each other all the time and they usuallyâŠ. Well actually. Now that I think about it. They normally ended up being true. Some of them were even scandals. I shook my head.Â
âSlow down sweetheart,â I managed to let out a chuckle even though I kind of felt like I was having a crisis. âCoach Sy and I are friends, Iâm just borrowing his sweatshirt because I didnât have one. Itâs sweet that you all care about us so much. I love that. I do. But well, thatâs all it is, honey.â She nodded sadly. And looked back at the other bus and over at Sy. He caught us looking at him and smiled.Â
âMiss Plummer,â She sighed exasperated, like me not understanding my own love life was exhausting for her.  âI donât wanna over step but I overheard him and Mrs. Spencer talking. She came into his class at the end of the day Wednesday smiling and stuff. And like I wasnât TRYING to eavesdrop but I heard them talk about you and I just couldnât resist ya know? Anyway, she said she had this idea, she could back out of coming today so he could hang out with you and wellâŠ. Nevermind.â I raised an eyebrow.Â
âCaitlyn, what have we said about gossiping?â I said.Â
âGirl, Itâs true though, that manâs got it bad for you Miss P.â I shook my head and smiled
âGet on the bus Caitlyn,â Â
âOkay fine, But when you guys get married, can I be in the wedding?â I rolled my eyes. âGuess thatâs a no.â She said and stepped on the bus. I looked over one last time. Sy was double checking something on his clipboard while the boys finished up. He looked up and we made eye contact. He winked and I blushed, giving him a little wave before I followed Caitlyn on to the bus. Things took off fast when we got to the other school. Sy took the boys straight to the locker room to gear up because we got a little stuck in traffic. Myself and the two other chaperones led the students to their section in the bleachers and about 15 minutes later we were at kick off. Sy was completely in his comfort zone out there.Â
Our boys had the ball first. Sy had his couch voice on shouting a couple of corrections from the sidelines. The team made a good play but in the end the other boys were bigger and their defense was strong. We had to settle for three points instead of a touchdown.Â
The whole first quarter of the game stayed that way. The boys managed to keep the other team out of the end zone. The start of the second quarter the other team had the ball. They made a play and when one of our boys Zach Owens went to tackle the player he lost his footing. It had rained earlier in the day and the He slipped but still grabbed the player by the ankle. He got him down but he ended up at the bottom of a dog pile. Another player reached out to give Zach a hand to help him up, but he fell back immediately when he tried to stand. He was hurt.Â
I immediately looked to Sy, I was on the first level of the bleachers standing against the railing. I was close enough to see him curse under his breath before running onto the field. The medic followed him out. I walked out to the sideline. Sy and the medic got Zach up but he couldnât put any pressure on his left ankle. Everyone cheered for him while they walked him off the field. Poor kid was going to be out the rest of the game.Â
âYouâre gonna be alright man,â Sy said as they got him to the bench. âThis guyâs gonna wrap that ankle and then you just chill here. Just breathe,â He clapped him on the shoulder and turned back to his place on the sidelines. The boys were starting the next play and already the other team scored a touchdown on us. I walked up to him hesitantly. He shouted something about tightening the defense. I jumped a little. I'd never been this close to him in coach mode. It was kinda hot though. What was I saying? I came up next to him brushing my shoulder against his. He looked over and his shoulders relaxed a little and he smiled when he saw it was me. âHey Sugar,â
âIs he gonna be okay?â I asked. He nodded.Â
âYeah, Itâs not broken but he sprained it real good. Heâs gonna be down at least a couple weeks. Heâs our best tackle.â He sighed softly and his lips quirked up into a sad lopsided smile
âI know, thatâs gonna kill us. But the boys can pull through. Theyâve got you as a coach.â I smiled. He threw his arm around me and pulled me against his side squeezing my shoulder.Â
âYouâre so damn sweet,â he said. I blushed and turned into his shoulder to hide my face. âYouâre freezing, darling,â He ran his hand up and down my arm for a minute âshit,â he mumbled. He pulled out a 10 dollar bill from his pocket âI told ya I pay for coffee tonight, meant to give this to you earlier.â He looked down at me, his blue eyes briefly holding my gaze as he grinned.Â
âLogan you donât have to do that,â I said trying to push his hand away. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.Â
âYou say that an awful lot. I wouldnât do it if I didnât want to. Now quit arguing with me and take it.â He narrowed his eyes at me and nodded down at the cash in his hand. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
âYou know, you can be a real diva when you donât get youâre way.â I said taking it from him.Â
âAre you complaining about free coffee?â He smirked and pulled me close to his side again keeping me warm.Â
âNo,â I chuckled softly. I looked back at the bleachers watching some of my kids for a second. A few of them were a little two close for comfort. âIâd better get back up there,â I said sadly. I really liked being next to him.Â
âYeah, I guess you should.â He left his arm around me a few seconds longer before he finally let me go. He was such a teddy bear sometimes. As I was making my way back to the bleachers I heard. A few of the boys on the team talking,Â
âOOOOH Coach you look at you,â One of them said
âThat was smooth. Can you teach me how to do that?âÂ
âYou gonna be gettin some later coach.â The last one spoke. Loganâs voice was stern but still playful.Â
âYâall wanna match zach on the bench next week? I wonât hesitate. Watch it! What is that an extra 3 laps to the 5 you were already running on monday Tyler?â He smirked.Â
âDamn Coach!! You Savage!â One of the other boys piped in.Â
âYou wanna join him, Jake?â He mused.Â
âNo Sir, Iâm good!â He spoke quickly and I laughed to myself as I walked back up the bleachers.Â
I sat with the students for a while breaking up a few young couples trying to get a little too close while they were away from mom and dad. I hated to be a buzzkill but they know the rules.Â
Sy was back on high alert. At the start of the third quarter the boys were down by 10 points. They shouldnât have been the refs missed and obvious penalty against the other team for shoving one of our guys. I was definitely part of the crowd that was screaming at that point. But right now Derek, our quarterback had gotten the boys down the field and they were set up for another touch down. They made the play. He threw a complete pass to tyler and they got the points! Every was cheering. With the extra kick good the boys only need one more touch down to get ahead.Â
The rest of the quarter went by and then only 2 minutes left in the 4th quarter. The team was still down by 3 points. The clock was running out they had 45 seconds left we had the ball but we were only at the 40 yard line. We needed a miracle. But Sy taught our boys well. Derek found an opening and through a perfect pass down the field to Matt. The whole crowd was on their feet. He Caught the pass at the 20 yard line and ran the rest of the way down the field into the end zone with 10 seconds left. We got the touch down. The student section was shaking the bleachers jumping around. The game finished and we let the kids run down to wait by the gate to make a tunnel for the team to run through. I walked down to the side lines to wait in a crowd of people to see the winning coach.Â
While I looked over keeping an eye on the kids while they celebrated with the team. I held my coffe close to my chest too keep me and my hands warm. I loved seeing Sy like this. This is totally where he belonged. He looked famous talking with the other coaches and people asking him about what he was working on with the team. I over heard two ladies having a conversation a few feet infront of me.
âTheir coach is so handsome,â The first one said. She was tall, Thin long blonde hair. Wearing some sporty leggings the looked super expensive and the other teams spirit wear.
âOh I know! You think heâs single?â The other said she looked similar to the other woman but a little shorter and her hair was darker.Â
âI donât know I saw that lady with him earlier but, heâs gorgeous and well, I mean I donât wanna sound rude but she seemed a little big to be his type.â The blonde said.Â
âNo I know what you mean when I saw him with his arm around here I was like⊠if thatâs his wife⊠well he couldâve done better.â My heart dropped. I knew they were talking about me. I felt like I was going to be sick. I knew it. Everything, Iâd always felt, every reason I told everyone they were wrong. These two just confirmed it. Logan would never see me as anything more than a friend. My insecurities just kept bubbling to the surface the way I felt about my body and what Iâd worked on for years all came rushing back. I ran right passed them missing the shocked look on their faces. They hadnât realized Iâd been so close. It didnât matter they were right.Â
I didnât hear him either. Excusing himself from the other men heâd been talking two and calling after me. I ran into the bathrooms locking the door behind me and took a deep breath. Youâre not crying not here. Youâre a big girl. Hold it in until youâre alone. I calmed myself down and took one last deep breath before walking back out.Â
Logan was leaning on the wall outside the door waiting.Â
âHey Sugar, you alright? You looked like you were gonna be sick? Feeling okay?â Shit I didnât even know heâd noticed me walk by. I nodded taking another deep breath and staring at the ground.Â
âYeah, just um, felt a little off for a second.â I said. âIâll be alright. Youâd better get back to the boys.â He put his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged him off. I looked up and saw the confused look in his eyes.
âIâm meeting the boys at the bus, itâs a late night so weâre headed straight back.â he stated. âYou sure youâre okay sugar, why donât you ride back with me, I can keep an eye on ya. And the boys wanna thank their good luck charm for being here.â he smiled.Â
âNo, I mean. No thatâs sweet of them. And nice of you to offer but. Itâs not fair to the others. I said Iâd chaperone I canât just leave them short like that.â I said.Â
âThey wonât be Carol will be âŠâhe paused and groaned.
âWhat do you mean Carol will be there? She couldnât come tonight.â I was confused now.Â
âDamnit this isnât how I wanted to do this. She was always going to be here. Uh she was helping me out⊠withâŠâÂ
âCaitlyn was right,â I cut him off.Â
âI thought she was listening,â He chuckled and shook his head. âShe told ya huh? Well cats out of the bag then, I uh,â He laughed and let out a shaky breath rubbing the back of his neck. âI really like you Darlinâ, I have for a while.â He smiled sheepishly and bit his lip. My hands were shaking and all of a sudden I felt sick again. This is what Iâd always wanted but I didnât feel real. I couldnât be here right now. Surely there was a punchline waiting there always was. This was a joke right. Those women from earlier are right around the corner somewhere recording. How could I be so stupid. I shook my head. Tears were welling up in my eyes.Â
âI, I have to go, theyâre gonna need my help loading the buses.â I said and ran past him toward the parking lot. He called after me but I kept walking. When I got to the parking lot only one of our buses was still there. I let out a slow breath and then sighed. âGod Iâm a fucking idiot,â I groaned.Â
âI uh.. Sent the other bus aheadâ I heard Sy say from behind me. I stood there for a second quietly and then just nodded. âWait here, I gotta talk to the boys and then weâll head out,â He said.Â
I watched him walk over. Some of the boys started to whistle and holler. I couldnât hear Logan but he shut it down quick. The boys loaded up into the bus and gestured for me to follow. He gave me a soft smile and followed me on sitting in the seat across from mine. Other than the boys celebrating the game in the back ground it was a silent ride home. How did I screw this up so bad. He planned out this whole thing. But, somehow I still donât believe this. My phone lit up with a text from the girls.Â
âHow was the game? I saw you guys won!â Skyler sent. I needed them right now. I looked over at sy he was scrolling on his phone, or looking out the window, I didnât know what to say right now. I texted the girls back.Â
âThe game was good, But Iâm an idiot.â I replied.Â
âHow so?â Hayley texted back quickly. I poured out everything into the text. They knew why I felt he shouldnât like me, even if I never said it. So Iâm sure that was no surprise to them. I told them about what those women had said. And my little panic attack. Sy telling me how he felt and how I ran off. And when I finally clicked together that he had put this together so he could ask to take me out. And How I royally fucked it all up.Â
âOh Alayna, Iâm sorry. That really sucks. But have you tried talking to him about any of this.â Skyler said.Â
âI didnât have the time, and I canât, He probably already hates me now and realizes I was never worth it anyway.â
âStop it dude! I donât wanna hear that from you. Clearly he thinks you are. He went through all that effort because he wanted to make sure he got the right opportunity. So he would care if you told him! You need to tell him what youâre feeling. I know itâs scary but you have to.â Hayley sent back.Â
âSheâs right Alayna, I know this is hard, but heâs not in this to hurt you, I know people have before but girl, You canât believe for the rest of your life every man is the same. Pull him aside when you get back. You can fix this. We love you!!âÂ
I knew they were right. But I didnât have much time to muster up the courage to do anything. When I looked up from my phone we were pulling back up to the school. The team got off the bus. âAlright boys! Get home safe, Iâll see you Monday morning for practice,â Sy said before letting them go. I grabbed my things from the bus and headed to my car. But when I got there I noticed something wasnât right my shoulders slumped. Iâd left a light on when I was searching for a jacket. God I hope it didnât drain my battery. I got in and tried to start it. But of course. Whatâs that saying. If it can go wrong it will. I got out and slammed the door shut. âFuck!â I shouted. I couldnât help it now the damn broke and I couldnât help but start crying âIâm so stupid!â I kicked at tire and slammed my fist on the hood of my car. âOw fuck!â I held my hand that was now throbbing.Â
âWoah, Hey, Whatâs going on?â Sy asked coming up behind me quicking after hearing me shouting.Â
âItâs nothing, I'm sorry. My⊠battery died. I left a light on. My car wonât start.â I hiccuped trying to control my breathing. He pulled me into his chest and hugged me.
âOkay, Itâs gonna be alright. Breath. Good girl. Calm down.â He spoke softly. âNow,â he pulled away slightly to look at me in they eyes. âDo you have jumper cables?â I shook my headÂ
âNo I, had some old ones and I threw them out and never replaced them I⊠forgot.â he nodded. And let go leaving me against his car to go check the tool box in the back of his truck.
âShoot. Yeah, I thought so,â He mumbled to himself, âSorry, sugar. I left mine in my garage.â He said. I nodded. âItâll be fine here tonight, I can take you home.â Again I just nodded. I heard him let out a deep breath. âDid I,â He paused. âDid I do something wrong? I, I just thought... Maybe I was reading it wrong. I was just sure that you feltâŠâ
âI do,â I said cutting him off. â I do feel the same. I just donât understand why, you feel the way you do. I âŠâ I didnât know what else to say I just kept staring at the pavement.
âWhat do you mean? Why wouldnât I? Youâre gorgeous. Shit, Iâve been flirtinâ with you since I met you. You really couldnât see it?â I shook my head.Â
âNo,â I said finally looking up at him. âI wanted to. I really wanted to, but I just couldnât believe that a guy as good looking as you would find me attractive.â I said. He chuckled softly. âDonât laugh at me!â I pouted.Â
âIâm not, itâs just, baby, you might just be the dumbest smart girl iâve ever met. Seriously, that is the most ridiculous thing Iâve ever heard. And I coach teenage boys!â I smiled a little. âThere she is. You wanna tell me whatâs goin on in that pretty little head of yours? He asked. I took a deep breath. Itâs now or never.Â
âI was waiting to talk to you after the game, and I heard these women talking. They were talking about how handsome you are. And if you were single. One of them had said theyâd seen me with you on the sidelines. She made a comment about my weight and that there was no way I would be your type. And The other girl said some things too. I felt really insecure. I already didnât believe that you would be into me but when I heard someone else say it, it solidified it for me. And then when you told me how you felt. It felt like a joke. I felt like I was in high school again and everyone was going to gather around and start laughing. And to be honest. My experiences since then havenât been great. I havenât been with good guys. I just I was afraid I was going to be hurt. Honestly sometimes I donât even know how I do this job because I canât even take my own advice.â I looked down again. It was a relief to let it all out but if I looked him in the eye I was going to start crying again. I was already weak enough in this moment.Â
Sy stepped back around the car to where I was standing. He gently put his hands on my hips and pulled against him. He brought one hand up brushing the hair out of my face and resting it on my cheek. âI wish you could understand how wrong they are. I know you donât not right now. But Iâm gonna help you see yourself the way I do Sugar,â He didnât hesitate any longer. He pressed us further against the car and leaned down pressing his lips to mine. His lips were soft and his body was warm against mine. He kissed me slowly and soft his beard tickling against my jaw. I snaked my hands around his neck pulling him closer. And I felt him smile against my lips. He pulled away slowly eyes fluttering open still holding me against him. âBaby you have no idea how long Iâve been waiting to do that. I donât know what other people have said to you. Or what youâve been through. But when I tell you youâre beautiful I mean it. And when say I wanna take you home with me, it aint no joke baby. Do you trust me?â He askes staring down at me holding my face in his hands.Â
âI trust you Logan, so much that is scares me.â I admitted.Â
âIâd never hurt you like that Darlinâ thatâs a promise.â I pulled him down and kissed him again. Harder this time. He groaned against my lips and squeezed my hip pulling me closer. He slid his hand into my hair holding me there as he started to gently suck on my bottom lip. We pulled away to catch our breath and had big goofy grin on his face as he leaned his forehead against mine. âIâd love to do this all night baby,â He chuckled. âBut its late and its only gonna get colder out here, I need to get you home.â I blushed.Â
âYeah, itâs almost midnight. We really should get going.âÂ
He opened the passenger door of the truck for me and made sure I got in okay before he shut the door and got in on the other side. He started the truck and we pulled out of the parking lot.Â
âSy?â I spoke softy.Â
âYeah baby?â He looked over just for a second to let me know he was listening.Â
âDid you mean it, when you said you wanted to take me home with you?â I asked. He literally snorted.Â
âWhat do you think?â He smirked taking one hand of the wheel and resting it on my thigh. I could feel my heart rate speed up and I was blushing. How the hell was it so easy for him to turn me on?
âI want to.â I said. He looked like he was about to choke.Â
âYeah? You donât have to Sugar, I didnât mean⊠I mean I want you to. But I donât want you to fee like Iâm pressuring you or anything. Shit I ainât even taken you out yet. Not really.â I grabbed his hand and squeezed it softly.Â
âLogan, I really want to.â I said. He just smiled.Â
âAlright, baby.âÂ
He drove us back to his place parking the truck in his drive way. âRight this way Darlin,â He smirked leading me up the front steps and unlocking the door. I followed him inside and he quickly shut the door behind him backing me up against it. âYou really have no idea what your doing to me do you baby?â He licked his lips looking me up an down hungrily. Iâd never seen him like this. The look in his eye was almost, animalistic. And it was so. Fucking. Hot. âHere I was thinking you were an innocent little thing.â He pinned my against the door holding me there in his hands. He leaned down crushing his lips against mine. This was different than the kisses weâd shared earlier , slow and sensual, this was hungry, needy. âPractically begging me to bring you home. You know how long Iâve been thinking about this? Getting you home with me? Under me? Fuck.â he breathed
He pulled me away from the wall and pulled at the bottom of his hoodie I was still wearing. I lited my arms and let him pull it over my head along with my shirt leaving them in a pile on the floor. We walked a little farther into the house. He pulled his shirt off tossing it next to us as he pulled me into his lap on the couch. I leaned back to admire his toned chest running my fingers throught the soft curls there. He slid his hand into my hair groaning into my mouth as he pulled me in for another kiss. He bit my bottom lip slowly dragging it between his teeth. He started. Peppering kisses down my jaw before leaving wet kisses along my neck.Â
His hands were everywhere roaming over bra squeezing my breasts, running them down my sides and around grabbing my ass. I felt his hand move around my back plaing with the clasp of my bra. âNeed this off baby.â He mumbled against my chest. He managed to undo it and I let it fall tossing it to the floor. âMm fuck yes,â He moaned dipping his head down taking one of my nipples into his mouth and teasing the other with his thumb. I moaned and rolled my hips against his. I could feel his hard cock straining aginst his jeans. He groaned against me giving the other nipple attention.Â
âYouâre so fucking gorgeous.â He said stood from the couch picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.Â
âSy!â I Squealed. He carried me to his bedroom setting me on his bed. He crawled on top of me. His hands were already on the waist band of my leggings.Â
âIs this okay,â He paused. I nodded eagerly and he chuckled. âGood girl.â He pulled them down swiftly with my panties leaving me completely bare infront of him. âFucking beautfulâ he said as he starting kissng down my stomach. He nipped at my thigh leaving wet kisses there. He pushed my legs open a little further and pulled me to the end of the bed. I was completely exposed to him but I didnât care. I trusted him completely. He met my gazed and ran his and up my thigh before brushing his fingers through my folds. I moaned as his fingers brushed across my clit âGod damn baby, all this for me? Fuckin soaked. â He smirked He pressed his thumb to my clit rubbing in rough circles.Â
âFuck!â I moaned âLogan please!â I grabed his wrist the sensation already feeling overstimulating. Itâs been so long.Â
âWeâll get there baby.â He teased. Finally he kissed down my inner thigh and brushed his tongue against my clit.
âOh my god!â I whimpered ran my fingers over his hair as he sucked on my clit. He slid two finger inside me pumping slowly. I squirmed against him but he used his other hand to hold my hips down. God he was so strong.Â
âKeep still sugar. Donât make me tell ya again,â He said before going back to work on my clit and curving his fingers in side me pumping them a little faster. I was seeing starts. I pushed his head down holding him there.Â
âOh my god, donât stop!â I moaned. I came hard around his fingers and he slid them out and licked them clean.Â
âMm you taste so good baby. So fuckinâ sweet.â He stood up from the bed finally ridding himself of his jeans and boxers. His hard cock rested against his stomach. He was huge. I bit my lip and he chuckled.Â
âIâll go easy on you baby,â he said as he started crawling on top of me again.
âMm wait,â He stopped raising an eye brow. I pushed him back against the pillows and kisses his lips softly. I kissed down his chest and finally settled between his legs. I bit my lip and looked up at him innocently âJust wanna taste it,â He smirked.Â
âDirty little girl ainât ya, mmâ he pulled my hair back guiding me down. I licked the length of his cock. He groaned softly. I loved the sounds he made. So deep and almost feral. I finally took the tip in my mouth and slowly started to suck him off. I took him as far as I could letting him hit the back of my throat. He growled. âThatâs it baby, good girl.â I kept bobbing my head on his cock and wrapped my and around the base where I couldnât fit him in. I felt him tug on my hair and pull me up. âThat feels amazing baby but Iâm not gonna last if you keep that up.âÂ
He kissed me again and laid me down pulling leg over his shoulder. He ran the head of his cock up and down my folds getting it nice and wet. âYou ready baby girl?â I nodded. He slowly pushed in. He held him self up bracing him self on one arm. He pushed in slow inch by inch letting me adjust to him. When he bottomed out he stayed there for a minute. âYou okay baby?â
âLogan, itâs sweet that youâre asking but please fuck me.â He let out a low growl and pulled almost all the way snapping his hips back into me. I moaned feeling him deep inside me. He grabbed my hip pulling me closer and kept thrusting into me. He moaned as he reached between us finding my clit with his thumb. The rythem of his thrusts and hitting just the right spot had me seeing stars. I came again around him moaning his name and other obscenities falling from my lips. âThatâs it good girl.â He pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. He pushed back inside of me this new angle hitting that spot over and over again but I was so sensitive.Â
âCome on baby, you got another one for me?â He growled against my ear.Â
âMm I canât sy, Itâs too much,â He reached around rubbing my clit in cirlces with his thumb.
âOne more baby, please for me?â He picked up his pace hitting that spot over and over. I Moaned pulling at the sheets beneath me.Â
âFuck Iâm cumming!â I moaned letting go around him
âThatâs my good girl, cum on my cock.â His thrusts were becoming erratic and he stilled and groan cumming inside me. He kissed my shoulder and layed down beside me. He pulled out slowly and pulled me to lay on his chest. âHoly shit,â He breathed. He fingertips brushed up and down my back. He smiled down at me. âYouâre incredible. I donât deserve you.â
âShut up Logan,â I blushed Hiding my face against his chest.
âI mean it, your too good for this world Darlinâ,â He smiled and kissed my head. âIâm gonna marry you someday, I know I havenât even really taken you on a date yet. But baby when you know, you know,âÂ
âYeah?â I smiled âI think I know what you mean.â He pulled the blankets up over us and held me for a while.Â
âGood, now get some rest Darlinââ He said running his fingers through my hair. I smiled snuggling up against him.Â
âGoodnight Sy,â I smiled.Â
âGoodnight sugar.â
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bad guy (Joel Miller x Reader)
summary: since joel came to jackson, you only had eyes for him. but he didn't had eyes for you.... well, he did. but he hid behind a facade of a cold, mean asshole.
trigger warnings: 18+, minors dni, mature content included, some angst, fluff, explicit language, mention of guns, smut (f!nger!ng, p in v, mention of daddy k!mk, praising, degrading), age gap (reader in his 20s, joel in his 50s)
words: 2k
a/n: hey guys, so, this is my first post after a long break now. this was my first time writing smut, i'm still learning yk, but I hope you like it! Please keep in my mind that english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for spelling mistakes and stuff.
Also I wrote this while driving to Croatia and I'm still sitting in the car, so yeah. There'll be a part 2 of this ff:) now, I wish y'all a fun time reading<3
-------------------âĄâËâș. àŒ¶ âËâčââĄ--------------------
Why do girls always love the bad guy? Why canât I just find normal people attractive? And especially men in my age, you think.
Obviously I canât, because I love Joel fucking Miller.
Since he came with this girl Ellie to Jackson, you couldnât get him out of your mind. You tried, you really tried. But no, Joel stayed in your mind. Every fucking time he walked past you, butterflies flew in your stomach like crazy. When he looked at you, your heartbeat speeded up. And god, when he talked to you, even for just 10 seconds, you needed to squeeze your legs together, because you couldnât bear the ache between your legs.
But sadly, he didnât talked to you often, he didnât look at you, he just always walked past you. Sometimes you two had to go on patrol, but to be honest, he was an asshole. He didnât talk much, and when he did, he was mean. He was so cold towards you. The only person where he softened up, was Ellie. You and her got along well, she is a smart girl, with a big mouth, but still smart.
But, what did you expect? Heâs like doubled your age. But you always found men, who could be your dad, more attractive than boys in your age. Older men are more mature and⊠they have experience.
With every boy you slept in your age, has never made you cum, never.
Not to mention your daddy issues.
Actually, youâre on patrol with him right now. It was quiet, very quiet, while you walk through a abounded building with him. Youâve met some clickers on your way, but they were easy to kill. âSo, was it already so quiet when Tommy was out on patrol?â, you ask him while you reload your gun. ââhavenât talked to himâ, he answers cold. You look at him confused, because they usually always exchange about their patrols.
âWhy didnât you?â, you ask curiously.
âWhy would you care?â, he scoffs and doesnât even look at you. He stands up and continues to walk.
Asshole.
âWe have to move, come onâ, he adds. You just roll your eyes at him, get up and follow him. âWell I care, because we have to know what we have to expect.â, you mumble pissed.
He turns around to look at you with a stern look. âIf you would shut your fucking mouth, maybe we could hear what we have to expectâ
Yeah, thatâs it.
âYou know what, I donât fucking care. I understand that weâre definitely not friends, but that doesnât mean you have to act like the arrogant bastard you are.â, you speak upset. âGuess what, I donât like you either, but at least I try to be nice to you!â
âShut up.â, he whispers harshly.
âYou want me to shut up?! Did I hurt your ego because someone finally said how you really are, Joel Miller?! I swear Iâll soon kick you in your non-exciting balls-â He suddenly slams you against the wall and covers your mouth with his hand. âI said, be. quiet.â, he growls quietly. You try to move and push him away, but heâs too strong.
As you give up and stare into his eyes, you hear it too, stalkers.
You feel how the speed of your heartbeat increases and feel the big ache between your legs again, but even stronger as the last timeâs. His chest was pressed onto yours and you sense his hot breath on your neck. While Joelâs concentrated on the sound of the stalkers, you get a chance to admire his face closely. His hazel eyes, his lips⊠and his nose.
Fuck.
As the stalker noises get quiet and disappear, you gulp as he stares into your eyes. He releases your mouth from his hand and you take a deep breath. âs-so.. where was I-?â, he cuts you off.
âYou really canât shut up, can you?â, he raises an eyebrow at you as he asks.
âYou fucking basta-â, suddenly he smashes his lips on yours. Thatâs when you get quiet. Your heart was beating out of your chest while you were melting under his touch. You canât resist and wrap your arms around his neck while kissing him back.
Joelâs hands run up your curves while heâs pulling you even closer to his body. You feel how his dick begins to harden under the fabric of his jeans. He stops kissing your lips and continues to place kisses on your neck to leave you with his marks. You whimper softly as you feel how his hand glides down your stomach. As Joel slides his hand under your pants, he touches your already wet panties. âgod, were you so desperate to be touched? you dirty little girl.â, he whispers in your ear and nibbles on it. âFuck, Joel-â, you breathe. He pushes your panties aside and his thumb starts to rub your clit slightly.
âyou need to be quiet, darling.â, he whispers again as you feel his hot breath on your neck again. As you nod and give him your permission he slides two of his fingers into your core. âJoel- I-â, you begin to breath heavy. You really tried to keep quiet, but as he starts to pump his fingers into you⊠âJoel, I canât-â, you moan, thatâs when he puts his hand over your mouth again.
âkeep fucking quiet, youâre gonnaâ get us killed..â, he growls as he stares into your eyes.
While he continues shoving his fingers inside you, your hands make your way to his belt. As you start to unbuckle it, he slaps your hands away. ânot here.â, he whispers harshly.
âPlease Joel-, I need you.â, you whine.
âNo.â, he says with his deep voice, which even more aroused you. You start to feel your climax coming nearer, so does Joel as your inner walls squeeze his fingers gently. âJoel, Iâm gonna-â, you cry out and he immediately covers your mouth again. âthats it, baby.. cum all over my fingers, darlingâŠâ, he whispers right into your ear and thatâs when you reach your climax. He presses his hand onto your mouth to quiet down your moan and a slight smirk appears on his face. As your legs are still shaking, your hands try to unbuckle his belt again, but this time, he lets you do it.
âFuck, y/n⊠you really want to get us killed, donât youâ, Joel groans quietly.
âPlease Joel-, just-â, he cuts you off while slamming his lips onto yours again. He flicks his younger against yours and gasps as your hand touches his clothed dick. âGoddammit, y/n!â, he growls.
âPlease Joel, I need you inside of me-â, thatâs when he canât resist your begging and he turns you around the wall and pushes you against it. âârisking to get killed, just to be fucked by daddyâs cockâ, he whispers and you hear how he pushes his pants down, which leaves a smile on your face. He takes his dick into his hand and rubs the tip at your wet pussy. His other hand glides to your mouth again, because he knows you definitely canât keep quiet.
And heâs right.
You cry out loud as he pushes his shaft into your throbbing core.
God, heâs big.
âFuck.â, he exhales. He begins to thrust into you while your moans get louder, he presses his hand harder on your mouth. âSuch a good girl, taking my dick so fucking goodâ, Joel praises which makes you squirm under his grip. His other hand rests on your waist and his breath starts to get heavier. As he increases the speed, you feel how your legs begin to shake again. âhow long have you been waiting for this, hmâŠ?â, he breathes into your ear and wraps his arm around you to pull you closer. Joel begins to hit your g-spot and as your breath becomes heavier, your moans do too.
âUse your words, princessâ, he groans into your ear.
âS-since you came here-â, you try to answer while heâs trying to muffle your moans again. You hear him chuckle. âânever thought that youâre such a dirty girlâ, he whispers. ââsqueezing my dick real good- youâre gonnaâ cum?â. You nod.
âWords.â, he growls. âY-yes, Iâm gonna cum!â, you whine and you rech your climax. As your pussy tightens around his cock, you hear his groan and feel how he fills you up with his cum, leaving you two breathless.
.
.
.
As we walked back to Jackson, he was quiet, too quiet. ââyouâre okay?â, you ask concerned and also confused while heâs walking in front of you. âThis was a mistakeâ, he growls and keeps walking. âWhat- I donât understand-â, you mumble confused and grab after his hand so he stops walking. âWhat donât you understand?â, he speaks louder and pulls his hand away. âThis, was a mistakeâ, he points with his finger at you and himself. âA fucking big one.â, he growls and turns around to walk. âSo, after you just fucked the shit out of me in a building full of zombies, you tell me that this was a mistake?!â, you almost shout and walk after him.
I canât believe him, you think.
âyes, thatâs exactly what I mean.â, he points out and it seems like he really doesnât care. âAre you kidding me right now?! Donât you notice how fucked up this is?! You fuck me and now tell me it was a mistake, and you donât even feel bad!â, you shout after him upset and try not to tear up. âExactlyâ, he just answers coldly.
âAnd now what huh?!â, you try to grab his hand again and finally get him stop walking. He turns around and just looks at you, his eyes were pitch black now. You donât see any emotions in his face.
âNow, weâre going our separate waysâ, he grumbles coldly.
.
.
.
Why do girls always love the bad guy?, you think.
Itâs already been two months since it happens with Joel. And like he said, weâre going our separate ways. He didnât look at you, he didnât talked to you and he didnât even went on patrols with you anymore. And you really tried to hate him, and did because of what he did, but you couldnât get this night with him out of your mind anymore. Every time you close your eyes, you feel his lips on yours and his dick thrusting deep into you.
So, since he really didnât felt bad and ignored you like you donât exist, you tried to keep on with your life and tried dating again. Youâve met a really nice boy, Jack. He was two years older than you and he really was a gentleman. He was nice, kind and lovely. He made you laugh and feel safe. Since Joel didnât go on patrols with you again, he did. And it was fun. Today youâve had your third date already and as you walk into the bar, you see Joel sitting there.
Fuck.
And thatâs when it hits your memory again. His hand pressed on your mouth, his hot breath on your neck and his dick pounding into you. You got pulled out of your mind, as you feel Jackâs hand on your waist. âHey there, beautifulâ, he says with his sweet smile. âHeyâ, you smile back and go with him to your table. You thought Joel didnât notice you, but he did. He saw you with this guy before, and god it has made him jealous. But Joelâs good at hiding his feelings, always hiding how he looks at you in secret.
You and Jack had a good time. Sometimes you took a glance at Joel, but his back was turned towards you. As you two finished eating, you stood up and wanted to look after Joel, but he wasnât sitting there anymore. âIâll pay real quick, you can wait outsideâ, Jack says and places a kiss on your cheek.
You nod and go outside. Itâs already dark outside. A breeze of cold air flies against your body and you get goosebumps. Thatâs when you let your keys fall. âFuckâŠâ, you swear and try to see them in the dark. As you spot them, you bend down but suddenly someone else picks them up.
As you look up, you freeze:
âJoel.â
-> part 2
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Your Ideal Person VS Who your Soulmate is
Hi, Hexlings!
This pick-a-card is all about how you see yourself versus how others see you. This is a Patreon exclusive for all tiers.
Remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help.
Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you canât stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.
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Who is your Ideal Person? (What do you want to attract)
What will your person be like? (The "One" / Soulmate")
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Pile l:
What type do you typically go for? (Who do you keep attracting) Tarot: 6 of Pentacles (Reversed), Justice, The Emperor (reversed), 6 of Cups (reversed), The Sun.
Two words: Losers & Pretenders. The song Pretenders by Foo Fighters popped into my head as soon as the Sun card came out to tie the pile together pile l. The type of person you typically go for are those who appeal to be one way but show up as something completely different. Similar to the song Stranger by Hilary Duff where she mentions in front of everyone you are the perfect person but behind closed doors you're nothing but a lie, a con artist, a loser. Your type possibly approached you with love bombing where they fed you a lot with false hope, and promises, saying that you deserve the world but their actions never back it up and it typically takes you a while for you to catch on but when you do you find it hard to leave because wanting to give this person the benefit of the doubt. For some of you, it's not even that, you're just d*ck or p*ssy whipped and can't let go of that. Your type isn't very generous even though they can be, just not towards you. They may come off as toxic masculine or even appear as masculine but again behind closed doors they are not that. The vibe I'm getting from your pile is you may have a thing for Alpha podcasters or pick-me podcasters. Those who claim they lay down the law when in reality they just transmute bullshit, manipulation, toxicity, etc. Remember energy has nothing to do with gender so this can go for anyone.
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What type do you typically go for? (What do you keep attracting) Tarot: The Emperor, Judgement, 8 of Cups, Ace of Cups, King of Wands, 6 of Swords (reversed)
Two words Pile ll: Toxic and Passion. Two songs popped into my head, Fetish by Selena Gomez and Toxic by Kehlani. A popular Tv couple also sprung into my head and it's Olivia Pope and Fitzgerald Grant from Scandal and in the words of our girl Olivia Pope: "I want that painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love."You love your relatiponships toxic where you break up and make up agai with classic make up sex. Might I add kinky, rough, and passionate sex..I feel some of you like to be twisted like a pretzel, ahaha. No kink shaming here, lord knows I like it too. Another song came through it's by Beyonce Up All Night.
" So many people that I know, they just tryna touch ya Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again I'm gonna kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya"
Some of you keep going back to a cheater. If not a cheater maybe you are a side chick, mistress, maybe even sex worker for some of you, but overall the people you love to attract just aren't shit. But you can't help but keep falling for them because they fill some sort of emotional and sometimes even physical need that you feel you can't find anywhere else. This reminds me of when SZA mentioned her ex-fiance and how no one competes to the connection that they had. You may feel this way about the kind of people you attract romantically pile ll. You can't seem to let them go sometimes until you feel it's too much but then you are right back at it again with this person in the same cycle never wanting it to end. Hoping that what you guys do share is enough. I can tell this question "Is it enough?" may keep you up at night sometimes. Some of you the type you attract support you financially, some physically, others, emotionally.
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What type do you typically go for? (Who do you keep attracting?) Tarot: Queen of Cups, 3 of Swords, King of Swords (reversed), 7 of Pentacles (reversed), The Chariot (reversed)
Two Words: Maneater & Manipulator. Maneater by Nelly Furtado is playing in my head as I look at your cards pile ll. You love to go for the bad boy/Girl/person type pile lll. Some of you keep dealing with heartbreak when it comes to the people who you keep attracting. They come in as a smooth talker and then leave you high and dry after they get what they wanted out of you. Whatever that is some of you it's sex, some it's money, your time. your beauty, or just for you to be their emotional dump. You may also be the type of person who when someone leaves you they find their person right afterwards. This is only for a select few of you. Overall you never get anywhere with your type because when you think things are going good things take a wild turn and you're left in confusion as to what happened. Why again are you going through people who don't truly want to deal with you but what you can give them. Culture Club "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me:
"Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry? Precious kisses, words that burn me Lovers never ask you why In my heart, the fire's burning"
You are tired, lonely, and worn out by the people who come into your life. You just want someone genuine I feel.
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Hello. I loved reading rin, bachira and chigiri x drunk reader. Can you please make part 2 with KAISER (đâŁïž), Sae, Reo and Nagi!!!?
HOME WRECKER?! P.2
â in which he sees his girlfriend drunk and forgetting who he is
đàŁȘ đȘđ â Characters; Sae, Reo, Isagi, Kaiser
đàŁȘ đȘđ â Genre/ content; fluff + crack, aged up characters, reader is drunk, not proofread
A/n; finally was able to post something!! And I didnât add nagi bc I couldnât think of anything for him and I didnât want it to be rushed or bad so sorry about that ! Part one here
đàŁȘ đȘđ â SAE ITOSHI
Sae is holding his irritated expression as you he practically drags you with him into the car, he knew he shouldnât have let you drink this muchâŠ
âGoshâŠwill you stop that [name]?â Sae wishes he could push you off him, but he canât do that especially when youâre being this suborn. Calling him insulting words as you think heâs trying to snag you away from your boyfriendâŠthat is him.
âY-youâre not my boyfriendâŠhic!â He doesnât listen to your pleas, he just keeps waking until he opens the door and makes you sit in the passenger seat.
For once sae lets the music drown out your voice, because he canât handle the way you ramble on and on insulting himâŠitâs so annoying.
âMy boyfriends hotter!â He looks to the side, wanting to glare at you but he looks back onto the road, because it definitely wouldnât be good if he crashed because of you.
âRight.â âS-shut upâŠ! Youâll never be like sae..â he doesnât know why, but the way you say his name makes heat reach up to his cheeks as he bites the inside of his cheek, his face showing a faint blush. His heart is pounding similar to the way it does after a match, he grips the steering wheel tighter in order to not let this side of him show. Even though you wonât notice since youâre so drunk, right?
âYouâre blushing!â âShut up.â Sae canât help the blush on his face as you ramble on about how flustered he is, knowing you will never be his because your boyfriend is so much betterâŠ
đàŁȘ đȘđ â REO MIKAGE
âCmon baeâŠitâs me!â Reo wants to turn your body over and kiss you all over, heâs always been clingy. So when you donât accept his affection he is left alone with no one to holdâŠbecause you donât believe who he says he is.
âYouâre not my boyfriendâŠheâs⊠heâsâŠâ he canât hear your next words as you lean your head into the pillow that lets you feel at peace, but reo wonât let you be at peace if you leave him hanging like this.
â[name]! Please love itâs me!â âStopâŠhic!â Reo wants to hold you, he wants to be latched onto you as if heâs the glue on you. He shakes you about being wary of your state.
âMy boyfriend is so lovingâŠâ reo feels his heart beat faster as he hears your soft voice enter his ears, he watches you stop putting up a fight and snuggle closer to the blanket that brings you the warmth you need.
Reo canât help the grin that makes it way on his face, he sighs and lets his hand softly make itâs way on your back to rub it.
âCan you tell me why you love him so much?â âN-no!â He pouts, he thought he could at least have fun with thisâŠ
âPlease? Iâll leave you alone if you do and your boyfriend will be back with you again.â Reo hopes this will convince you to answer his question, he canât help how curious he is. What would you say about him? He knows whatever you say will make him fall deeper in love with you.
âF-fineâŠâ he smiles, reo doesnât know how to describe it. He knows he has felt it for years every since you two have gotten together, yet he never can find the words to describe this happiness he holds for you as he wishes to cling onto you and never met you go.
He lets you ramble on about him, not being able to realize that your boyfriend is right next to you as the intoxication in you makes your mind hazy. Once you have finished reo takes note of the you you sent to fall quiet, and he makes his promise come true. Because your boyfriend is now holding you tight just as reo had promised you.
đàŁȘ đȘđ â ISAGI YOICHI
âBaby please!â Isagi feels like the dog on his leash has been set free and he canât get a hold of itâŠ.or in this case, you.
Isagi gets a hold on your hand as he grasped it making sure you wonât be able to let go, because he for sure wonât let you leave him especially when you are this drunk.
âLet go you fake! YouâreâŠyouâre a-â isagi doesnât want to hear the next words that will come out of your mouth, he places your head onto his shoulder causing you to stop specking and just stay still.
â[name] itâs me baby⊠please..â isagi hooks his finger under your chin pulling your face to look at him, your eyes were shut before you fluttered them open. Your movement are slow but they way your eyes widen certainly isnt. Before isagi knows it youâre clinging onto him whining out apologyâs.
âIâm sorry baby! I thought you were aâŠhic, a fake!â He can only let out a soft chuckle as he holds you closer as your words are slurred, yet he feels the beating of your heart matching his. Isagi takes your care into consideration as he picks you up knowing youâre exhausted, especially with the alcohol in your system.
âCmon, letâs go home [name].â Isagi gently places you down in the passenger seat, making sure your ready for the drive because with you in this state he wants you to be as comfortable as you could be. You wonât let go of his hand, tugging on it as you lean your head back with your eyes closed. Itâs almost like you donât want anything else but him with you.
âYoichiâŠâ his name falls out of your lips like honey even with the slight whine you let out, you donât want him to let go. But how else is he suppose to take you home?
âI have to drive [name]â âughâŠ.â He lets go before making sure you to get to your destination safely, and once you two do isagi makes it his mission to pamper you so you can have a peaceful rest. Isagi just knows he will have more work to do once you wake up, but he sure will have fun telling you about this night.
đàŁȘ đȘđ â MICHAEL KAISER
âStop it you dick!â You donât look at the blonde as he keeps pestering you, for once you drank a little to much and you wanted to play a trick on himâŠbut with Kaisers attitude he wouldnât let you win.
Poke. âPlease my loveâŠyou donât seriously think Iâm a dick right?â âShut up!â You groan into the pillow as you want to laugh, seeing Kaiser beg for your attention. He lets out a sigh as he ponders on what to do, heâs never had to deal with thisâŠespecially when youâre this drunk.
Kaiser then pokes you again, wanting to catch your attention but youâre so tired that donât budge as he continues with his tactics. He clearly doesnât like you not batting an eye at him, so he tryâs to make you notice him.
âStop it michaâŠâ your words seem to catch his attention instead, his eye widens as he feels himself pause. You called him by his name? Did you finally notice him?
âLove? Oh my goshâŠthank goodness you know itâs me!â It seems you have given the blonde hope, because with your words his attitude did a whole 180 and now you know youâre going to regret ever speakingâŠ
Immediately, you find yourself leaning into him as he is filled with joy, almost as If this is some victory to him. Kaiser sways your body with his as he holds you extremely tight, he seriously is acting like he hasnât seen you in years.
âUghâŠstop itâ yet he never listens, because he only continues to smother you with affection.
âWhy? Please Liebling let me enjoy this after you were so cold to meâŠâ even with his words you can tell heâs grinning, clearly enjoying your annoyance at him.
âThen at least take care of me.â He lets out a chuckle, knowing you might ask that especially since you clearly donât have the energy to do anything with your intoxicated state.
âFine fineâŠwhatever you want love.â Yet of course it isnât that simple, because whenever given the chance Kaiser will always poke fun at you leaving you wishing you could have just passed out on the couch.
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Joel Miller Masterlist
NONE OF THIS FANFICTIONS ARE MINE!
I've been reading for a while and I want to keep track of the best things I've read, while also sharing. So, I will be upgrading this constantly! Main masterlist here
Joel's children by absurdthirst
One night together in Jackson leads to the discovery that Joel is going to be a father again, right as he lets Ellie back into his heart. Only for that to be threatened when you all meet up with the Fireflies again.
Warnings:Â Unprotected sex, shower sex, vaginal sex, pregnancy, vomiting, angst, mentions of medical procedures, murder, Joel being ruthless for those he loves.
Subscribe by joelmillerisapunk
When Joel accidentally stumbles upon your only fans he convinces himself he's only subscribing to help you through college. And then you send him his top-tier subscriber personal video and he's fucked because you don't even know it's him your dad's best friend.
Warnings:Â Reader has an only fans, unprotected p in v, f!andm! oral receiving, age gap (at least 10 years), reader is in her 20's, alcohol consumption, there's a dick pic, reader posts nudes of herself on her OF, two consenting adults.
Her bodyguard, His shining star by mermaidgirl30
Youâre performing at Coachella, throwing winks and flirting with your eyes as Joel Miller watches you from the side of the stage. Heâs your bodyguard, and he should know better, but he wants you just as much as you want him.
Warnings:Â Fluff, flirting, pining, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, cute pet names, unprotected p in v, switching POVs, reader is a singer, Joel is a bodyguard, reader has long hair, large age gap (reader is 25, Joel is 44).
Wrong delivery by bitchesuntitled
Sleepin' with the hot construction guy doing the remodel at your work, he winds up buying flowers for someone else...
Warnings:Â 18+ MDNI. No outbreak/pre outbreak(you decide), fluff, smut, miscommunication, cussing, oral f!receiving, unprotected piv, cream pie, Joel being a dork.
I run to you by backtothefanfiction
When your abusive ex turns up drunk on your doorstep, yet again, thereâs only one person you can turn to.
Warnings:Â Angst, implied past domestic assault, high school sweethearts, hurt/comfort, make out session.
Have a good night by punkshort
Every week like clockwork, the same devastatingly handsome man comes into the grocery store where you work to buy flowers. It's not until he asks you out when you realize the flowers aren't for his wife or girlfriend.
Warnings: No outbreak AU, language, flirting, alcohol and food consumption, smut (18+ MDNI), protected piv sex, size kink, shy!joel, fluff, mutual pining, cringy/embarrassing crush interactions.
Grays by mrsmando
You wanted to show Joel just how much he means to you.Â
Warnings:Â jackson!joel, unspecified age gap (20+ years), but reader is of course an adult, established relationship, cursing, spicy thoughts & happenings, joel miller will never play golf here, 18+ mdni.
Papi chulo by yxtkiwiyxt
You and Joel take your first vacation away from Sarah after becoming parents and discover that you like using a new nickname on your incredibly sexy husband.
Warnings:Â Established relationship, fluff, flirting, kissing, language, brief insecurity about body post baby, alcohol, teasing, size kink? dirty talk, fingering, papi kink (aka daddy kink), 3 punani slaps, sex on a yacht, unprotected p in v sex, praise, pet names, latino!actor!Joel.
Maybe someday by bingbongsupremacy
You've been hardcore crushing on your neighbor Joel Miller since the day he, Tess and Ellie arrived in Jackson. Rumor has it he's in a relationship with Tess. Maybe someday he'll finally return your feelings.
Warnings:Â Unspecified.
Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes by love4pascal
Just another barbecue at the Miller's, right?
Warnings:Â Fluff, age gap (readers 26 & Joel is 33) Joel and reader have been friends for 4 years so, Fake dating, creepy neighbors husband, protective!joel for like 2 seconds.
Joel's secret love by joelastofus
Joel is secretly in love with Tommyâs girlfriend and comforts her while his brother is in jail. God, Joel didnât know what the hell you saw in his brother or more so how the hell Tommy could get a woman like yourself.
Warnings:Â Angst, fluff, protective!Joel.
Owned by milla-frenchy
Just smut
Warnings: 18+ mdni. age gap, infidelity, daddy kink, possessiveness, piv, creampie
Harvest moon by joelmillersmunch
Joel Miller can't keep his eyes off of you. And damn, that ass is nice.
Warnings:Â Fluff, some cussing, ass staring. Mostly just Joel Miller being in love and Tommy Miller being a little shit. Age gap, but both reader and Joel are grown adults (like reader is 30s Joel is early 50s) Joel has some anxiety, but nothing too descriptive. Canon divergence.
Diehard by gutsby
Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.
Warnings:Â Unprotected p-in-v. Erectile dysfunction. Daddy kink. Praise kink if you squint. Overstimulation. Cumplay. She/her pussy pronouns. Pushing physical limits with a pre-negotiated safe word in place for it.
Ruined! by gutsby
Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. Youâve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.
Warnings:Â 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.
But daddy I love him by talaok
You and Joel shouldn't be together. According to the people in Jackson, he's a bad, cruel, crazy man, and yet... he's all you ever wanted.
Warnings:Â smut (unprotected p in v), angst, blood, physical fight (?), happy ending (cause of course)
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Trial & error by thetriumphantpanda
 Tommy has always been the loyal and doting boyfriend, the literal man of your dreams. Ready to take things to the next step, you soon find that Tommy is unable to have children. A family is all you've ever wanted, and neither of you are going to let this get in your way. Enter Joel, dark and mysterious and willing to do anything for his little brother, including fucking his girlfriend to get her pregnant. That's what brothers are for, right?
Warnings:Â Tommy Miller x f!reader x Joel miller. Pre/No Outbreak AU. Talk of infertility, mention of consuming alcohol, Breeding kink, girlfriend sharing. Several other warning vary.Â
Roomates by punkshort
Your roommate, Maria, introduces you to her boyfriend's brother. You hit it off immediately, but when you find out the true nature of his profession, you both decide to remain just friends. But once the four of you eventually move in together, lines get blurred.
Warnings: No outbreak -au-. Pornstar!Joel Miller x f!reader. Language, smut (18+ MDNI), slow burn, cigarette use, some descriptions of porn (obviously), angst, mutual pining, jealousy, possessive behavior, infidelity (reader cheating on OC), alcohol use.
 But I would die for you in secret by wheresarizonaÂ
The relationship you have with Joel Miller is... complicated, and you're not entirely sure what to even call it. There's the fact no one can know, so his kid doesn't find out, and you're pretty sure he's ashamed of your age differenceâhe's not your boyfriend, but you only fuck each other; this thing started months ago, and Joel does not like it when men give you attention, because he wants you all to himself. But again, he's not your sexy, older boyfriend.
Warnings:Â Explicit smut (18+), no y/n, alternating pov, porn with some plot, Possessive Joel Miller, Dominant Joel Miller, age gap (unspecified, reader is an adult), secret relationship, sneaking around, accidental voyeurism, orgasm denial, mutual masturbation, dirty talk (so much), oral sex (f & m receiving), deepthroating, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), rough sex, creampie, spanking, spit as lube, biting, love confession, Good Parent Joel Miller, Ellie giving Joel so much shit, TLOU AU where Joel doesn't lie to Ellie and they're good when they get back to Jackson.
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The Wish Job (One)
Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually
Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two1 0th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One | Two Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three Leverage Crew One (you're here!)
This fic was line jumped! If you'd like to learn more about line jumping (getting to see your favorite fics updated sooner) you can read this post
I had a lot of thoughts for this AU, actually, so I'm really glad it got line jumped so I was forced to put them down into words lol
Steve becomes one of Nana's foster kids, but he spends a majority of this series with the Leverage crew working a job (as the name of this series suggests), and they fill similarly parental role.
As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P
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After his father's arrest, everything is a blur. Steve can remember flashes, sure, but nothing concrete. Nothing more than two FBI agents in the door of his classroom, the cold steel of interrogation room chairs, an agent's ponytail with split ends, a kind smile but clammy hand on his elbow, the broken A/C of the car when he finally left the FBI office, and the slippery feel of the garbage bag he's given to pack 14 years of a life he'll never see again.
Nothing comes back into focus until he's faced with an older black woman, standing outside a two-story house. The man with a kind smile but clammy hands introduces her, but Steve doesn't actually hear the name.
"You can call me Nana," the woman says, looking at the man like she doesn't know why he's still there when his work is obviously done.
"Well, uh, Steve, feel free to call if you need anything. We'll keep in touch," the man says, nodding before half-running down the walk way.
"Never liked him," Nana says, clicking her tongue. "Too damn squirrely for my tastes. Now, Steve, come inside and we'll go over some ground rules."
Steve follows her mechanically, gripping his trash bag tightly and wondering far too late why he wasn't allowed to pack his own suitcases. The house is a cacophony of noises: feet running across wood floors, a TV blaring from the living room, shouts coming from every direction, a microwave beeping while the oven timer rings, a crash from the next room over that makes Steve wince.
Nana stands in the doorway, takes a deep breath, and then shouts at the top of her lungs, "Y'all had better stop all this racket right the fuck now before I cancel pizza night!"
The house goes silent, and Steve feels his shoulders tense even more. He hates the silence. Silence means anger, and anger means punishment. He clenches his jaw, trying to keep himself small as Nana nods and leads the way into a dining room.
A girl appears in the room shortly after, carrying a mug and a soda. She places the mug in front of Nana and the soda in front of an empty seat, gesturing for Steve to sit. "Welcome. I can take your bag, if you want," she offers, looking at the trash bag with bright eyes.
"Don't make trouble, Breanna," Nana says, dismissing her easily.
Steve watches her leave before sitting. He licks his lips, opens the soda as quietly as he can manage, and waits for Nana to take a sip from her mug before saying, "Thank you for taking me in, ma'am."
"I said to call me Nana, none of that ma'am business unless you're in trouble, and you're not in trouble," she says, waving her hand dismissively. "Now, the rules. No complaining about sharing a room. No TV remote access after seven because that's when my shows start. We all eat dinner together on Wednesday night. You go to school every day unless you're sick, and you tell me when you're feeling sick. You got all that?"
"Yes, m....Nana."
"Good. Now, I know you're used to a fancier living than this, but I expect you to adjust without too much complaint. You still get your own bed, and whatever you brought is yours to keep, but money is tight. We save where we can, and I expect you to help with that. Turn off lights, use less water, unplug things when you're not using them."
Steve nods again, inexplicably feeling a little better as Nana speaks. She's not treating him like a spoiled brat, but she's not coddling him, either. She gets another boy (an older one named Hardison) to give him a tour of the house. He shows Steve the mezzuzahs on each door and the Kaaba directional marker in each room---"We're a multi-denominational household, kid, Nana will get whatever you need if she doesn't have it already," Hardison says, grinning widely at him---and makes sure he knows which spots are good for hiding when he needs a few minutes.
He ends the tour at Steve's new room. It has two bunk-beds, three of the bunks with rumpled sheets and one bottom bunk devoid of sheets altogether. Hardison gives Steve blue sheets, welcomes him, and then leaves Steve to unpack by himself.
It's new, it's unfamiliar, it's terrifying. Steve hopes, despite himself, that it's not a temporary stop.
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"I don't care! He can't stay!"
"We're already in London, Hardison. We can hardly send him back on a plane by himself."
"Isn't that how he got here in the first place? He's 17, not seven."
Steve moves his gaze from Hardison to Sophie to Eliot, feeling like he's watching a tennis match. He's sandwiched between Nate and Parker, a hand on his shoulder holding him back from trying to defend himself. Not that he's upset about it. Keeping everyone from turning their frustration on him sounds like a great idea.
"Yeah, and how did he get here?" Parker asks, dashing Steve's hopes right as they're forming.
He shifts uncomfortably as everyone looks at him, ducking his head and staring at the floor. A small part of him is frustrated, angrily protesting the familiar move when its usual target has long been absent.
"Hey, give him some room," Hardison says, moving forward to push Nate and Parker back a few steps. He stands at an angle to Steve, leaving him plenty of room to move away if he wants. "Nobody's angry, kid. Well, I'm a little mad, but only because you could be putting yourself in danger. So, how'd you catch up to us?"
Steve wonders for a brief moment about whose wrath he'd rather endure. In the end, he decides Breanna is scarier than Hardison, so he lies. "Nana and I overheard you on the phone with Parker at Hannukah dinner, and then Nana said she gets worried about you sometimes," he says, meeting Hardison's eyes before glancing away. He makes himself small again, but it's on purpose this time, broadcasting shame as he adds, "I still have, um, access to my savings account...from my....from them. Enough for a plane ticket and cab ride, at least."
"Aww, Nana worries about us," Parker says, smiling brightly as she nudges Eliot with her elbow. "That's sweet."
"If it weren't a lie," Sophie says, her lips pursed and her eyebrows raised slightly as she walks closer to Steve. She taps his shoulder, his temple, and his hand. "Lowered head but not as low as before. Shoulders drawn in but tense to hold them there. Fingers twitching just slightly. Impressive, I will admit, but I'm a professional, darling."
Steve sighs and lifts his head, his shoulders relaxing some as he frowns. "You didn't have to call me out on it," he mumbles.
"Breanna got you here, didn't she? Ain't no way you'd lie to protect anyone else."
"She could ruin me, Hardison."
"I can ruin you, too, did you forget about that?"
Steve considers him for a moment before shrugging.
"Well," Nate says, clapping his hands together and pulling everyone's attention to him. "Steve is here now, we might as well use him. Sophie, give him an Italian accent and some suede shoes."
"I can already speak Italian," Steve says, "and I have my own suede shoes to match a Cesare Attolini suit." He feels something like guilt twinge in his stomach when Hardison glances at him. Steve's mother may have forfeited custody of him, but she still sends gifts every now and then. Steve usually sells them, slips the cash into drawers and wallets and couch cushions so they can be discovered by Nana and his foster siblings.
The suit and shoes, though? Steve couldn't bring himself to sell them. If there was one thing he missed about life before Nana's foster home, it was the clothes. It was the way his clothes made him feel like a better version of himself, a version everyone would admire and approve of. So, yeah, he'd kept the clothes and shoes his mother sent him two months ago, and he'd packed them for this trip just because.
He'd glad they seem to be coming in handy.
After processing his words, Nate blinks, a smile growing on his face like he's discovered a treasure he won't be letting go of any time soon.
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Summers In Pandora đž Day 7 - Make Up Sex
Paring: Jake x Fem!Omatikayan!ReaderÂ
Summary: You and your secret lover got into an argument about his wife.Â
Warnings: MDNI 18+, infidelity, toxic relationship, secret relationship, handjob, p in v, kissing, some manipulation, explicit language,Â
Word Count: 1.5k
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âI just donât understand why you canât just leave her now Jake!â you shout at him. You were both in the middle of a heated argument about your relationship, you are younger than him and when you started sleeping together Jake was already mated. You knew what you were getting yourself into but you really wanted to bite off a piece of him. Jake already had children at the time but it didnât stop you. Â
He fell into your arms and pussy so easily when he wasnât getting anything from his wife. You always loved that he wanted you more than her, it gave you some kind of sick praise. âSheâs my wife! We have been over this y/n! Iâm not leaving her no matter what!â but you seem to forget sometimes, he is with you to fuck, not to love. So your feelings are one sided. He can break it off with you whenever he wants to, but Jake thinks he settled for the first blue goddess that jumped in front of him, he wanted to know if they all taste the same, which is why he was with you in the first place and he made that clear.Â
âBut Jake we could be happy! I could give you everything! I already give you everything she doesnât!â you retaliate. You donât understand why he doesnât love you the way he should, why he doesnât care for you the way you care for him, why he doesnât even stay the night. âY/n, Iâm only gonna explain this to you one more time, and if you donât cut this shit out, youâre gonna fucking regret it. I love my wife; I am not leaving my wife. You cannot give me anything that I wouldnât get from her. I am with you simply because I wanted to fuck something else, there is no other reason I am with you besides that cunt between your legs do you understand?â Â
You knew this wasnât a relationship that would last, every few weeks you and Jake get into this argument, every few weeks you scream at each other and say things you donât mean. Then you make back up but you arenât sure thatâs the case this time, Jake has never said anything like that to you before. He basically admitted he is only using you for your body, he doesnât want you for anything else. Â
Your eyes tear up and you look down at the floor glimpsing the cute, slightly revealing outfit you wore for him today. He sees you as a slut for him to fuck, he doesnât see you as anything else. You are just confided to this little space you both share then thatâs it. Â
Jake regrets his words as soon as they come out. He sees the way your eyes get glassy and he feels awful. He didnât mean for it to come out like that. He only wanted to make his point clear, he was just frustrated at the hectic day he had and he just wanted to fuck out his frustration and you looked so prefect. He didnât want to hurt your feelings by acting like a dick, he just wanted to do what he always comes here to do without you making and issue. Â
âListen baby Iâm-â Â
âSave it- go apologize and fuck you wifeâ your tears fall down your cheek as you silently cry and you storm out of the small hut. âWait baby come back!â you heard his voice call after you but you couldnât find it in yourself to turn around. You just ran home and cried softly into your pillows. Â
The next few days you see him around the clan as you slowly complete your duties, you usually did them quickly so you could run away and have some private time for them but you stopped. He really hurt you last time and why should you keep putting yourself in a position to get hurt over and over again? You were sour though, you missed him. The way he touched you, held you in his arms, the way he loved on you with his mouth, with his cock. You missed him so much. Â
What you didnât know is jake went to your little hut every day, stayed late everyday just hoping you would come by but you never did. He couldnât go to your private quarters without being seen and that defeated the purpose of a private arrangement. Â Â
One night you were walking in the forest alone and just happen to walk pass your small shared hut. You were previously in your thoughts that you accidently brought yourself back here. You noticed the light was on and you knew he was in there, âwhat if he brought someone else because you werenât enough?â Â
You couldnât stop the thoughts from forming and you barged into the hut. You werenât expecting to see him alone sitting drinking something hot out of a ceramic cup. âMa baby, you came back, I was waiting for you.â You look at him as he stands up, âAll week?â you ask. âNo, I came back every day waiting for you. I wanted to apologize for what I said before, I didnât mean itâ your eyes dart around the room you can feel yourself about to cry for the hundredth time this week.Â
âJake, even if you said it in rage, you know you meant it, you love her and you wonât leave her, I think we should just break this off, the point of this was not to frustrate you more anyways.â you face away from him and lean forward against the small wooden table. âNo baby, I was angry, I didnât mean it, I want to make it up to you, so you that I do want you, for more than just your body I love you.â Â
Jake comes and wrap around his arms around your body and pulled you into him. You didnât have the energy to fight him so you stood there in his embrace, âIâm so sorry, let me make it up to youâ hearing him say he loved you and he wanted to make it up to you. You always were a sucker for his words, and everything else on him. Jake brought his lips to the spot right under your ear and peppered sweet kisses on your kiss.Â
The kisses progressively got more heated and he started sucking on your skin. Jake felt you relaxing into his embrace and he knew he had you back where he wanted you. He turned you around to face him and planted a kiss on your lips. You immediately kissed him back and you both stumbled to the bed he built for the hut. Jake sat down and let you fall into his lap. Â
He wasted no time removing for clothes and his own tossing them to the side, âMissed you so muchâ he whispered as raised your body and lowered you on his dick. Jake felt your cunt drip on the head of his harden cunt and lowered you down slowly on him, he mumbled against your skin how tight you were, how much he missed slipping his cock into you.Â
When you bottomed out, heâs hands gripped your waist and moved you up and down on him, his cock graved your g-spot so perfectly you couldnât help but mewl his name. He watched proudly as you fell apart on him while apologizing for being mean and making you so upset, it was the most perfect make up sex you ever had. When you were about to cum, he felt you clamp down on his cock and he smirked, âGonna cum on this cock baby, go ahead cum on me. Let me feel you gush babygirlâ Â
Jakes knew how to get you hot and bothered and he always knew when you were close to your release. You cum on his cock without warning and he fucked you on his cock as your body slumped. His thrust slowly stopped and he let you sit on his lap dripping cum between his thick thighs before you get off him without warning. Â
You slump down to the floor and took his cock in your hands and stroked it, you knew he was close when he started moaning above you, when he told you how pretty you look on your knees and how he could never get tired of watching you get him off. You stuck you tongue out and he shot his cum all over your face and chest. Barely any landed on your tongue but more on your cheeks and tits, not that you minded. Â
Jake cleaned you both up and laid with you on the bed for a while, you knew heâd have to go home eventually but it was just something you will have to deal with. He was probably the love of your life though; you would continue this toxic relationship just to make him happy. Â
đžI hope you all enjoyed reading! I know I took a minute to continue this prompt list but I promise Iâm going to continue writing it until itâs finished!
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I canât find it now, but you had a post about Kabru being high-masking, and you said you didnât think he was, which is completely fair! I had a different opinion as someone who is high-masking AuDHD and wanted to share (but of course now I canât find the post 9_9)
Personally, I read Kabru as being high masking autistic, with one critical difference between us: heâs an extrovert. Iâm actually more like Milsiril than Kabru - I collect/make dolls, Iâd rather be at home than anywhere else, Iâve been called creepy and weird and gloomy for all of those things, but I also learned how to mask relatively early on, so most people donât ever get to see that side of me. For me itâs a lot of work and energy- most of the time. If Iâm around people I like, itâs less so, but people in general take a lot of my energy. Kabru, on the other hand, is very extroverted. He gets a lot of energy from interacting with people, and for the most part his personality and interests are acceptable to the society he lives in. BUT his interest in dissecting peopleâs motivations and how they communicate and interact and how to move them in the direction he wants them to go, thatâs considered overly intense and creepy even by his party. Kabru keeps a lot of his thoughts and honest reactions internal because heâs aware of how people interact and what is or isnât acceptable. I do the same thing, and I engage in a fair bit of âmanipulationâ (neutral) as part of my masking - I know that asking people for advice, showing interest in their lives, complaining together about things, etc, will cause them to view me more favorably and I use that to keep myself âsafeâ, along with basically never talking about my interests. Iâm friendly and open and helpful and I almost never fight back against anything, so people âlikeâ me. Itâs not all *fake*, but itâs not the whole truth either. Iâd rather not engage in conversation at all, because I canât talk honestly about my interests without being considered creepy- but if Kabruâs special interest is people and how they interact, to some degree he can talk about his interests without it seeming weird.
Anyways, thatâs my perspective :D also thank you for being a Milsiril defender, itâs⊠really painful to see people calling her manipulative and superior. I know a lot of it is bc ppl DO NOT understand anyone who likes dolls as an adult but likeâŠ.. liking dolls has less than nothing to do with âneeding to feel superiorâ or in control -_-
Hello!! I collect dolls too!!! Proud to be nÂș1 Milsiril defender.
That's an interesting perspective! As far as I understand (I'm autistic too so I don't have personal experience to how allistic people work) everyone does some amount of masking, as in everyone has a version of themselves they use to interact with others and that "mask" usually falls when you're with people who know and understand you better
As I understand that type of mask is expected in society? Like you wont act at work the same way you do with your college friends (usually). But as some tumblr post said "we are the mask and the wearer" as in those masks are still a part of who they are.
That's why I said I didn't think Kabru was high masking, I hadn't heard that term before so I was confused
Maybe I don't fully get it but keeping some parts of yourself inside and not expressing it to people who wont understand is common among allistic and autistic people but masking is this but in a way more stressful way? Since you aren't just hiding facets of who you are you're making an active effort to hide the whole thing basically.
Kabru's mask seems to come easily to him and it doesn't seem like he makes an conscious effort to go against his nature to hide who he is that's why I said he probably doesn't do high masking in that sense. But in another sense he IS highly adaptable to the people around him and studies how people act so I understand that perspective! It's more of a personal interpretation tbh.
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