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Toddler, screaming at the injustice of the world: DADA, I NEED TO STOP YOU FROM BEING WRONG. THAT IS MY JOB.
#the wrong was asking him not to throw things when upset#he is not incorrect that this restriction is opposed to his very toddler nature#but factual arguments rarely factor into timeouts
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Lowlifes [M] Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader Tags: 11.5k, f2l, smut, fluff, humor, foundfamily, gang?au, 18+ Summary: Seungcheol grows tired of watching you fool around with a string of loser boyfriends and steps in when an ex shows up somewhere he's not welcome which unravels years of feelings lost in translation. Warnings: SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI!! mxf unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, lots of making out both in public and private, lots of touching, holding, soft manhandling, language, physical violence, mentions of injuries, broken bones, etc. not super detailed but very much implied they are in an illegal crime crew/gang/ring whatever. people are drinking in the bar and getting lit bc it's big dawg dk's bday ok. i think that covers it.
Seungcheol knows he should mind his business and heâs well aware that you can handle your own problems because you take great pleasure in reminding him of your capabilities.
That doesnât mean heâs not watching out of the corner of his eye as youâre pacing back and forth at the far end of the bar. Your phone is glued to your ear and youâre obviously upset, throwing your free hand in the air with a string of expletives falling from your lips so clearly that he doesnât have to hear you to make them out. Itâs obvious whoâs on the other end of that call and just knowing youâre still speaking to your ex irks his nerves.
He drinks down the remainder of his beer as he continues monitoring from a distance, running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip with thinly veiled irritation.Â
When you hang up the phone, mid-sentence, it takes everything in you not to turn and drive your fist through the wall. All the pretty promises and apologiesâŠyou knew they were empty. You knew he would disappoint you yet again. Youâre more angry with yourself for being stupid enough to hope heâd come through for once but instead of being here with you and your friends, trying to work shit out, heâs running with his new crew.Â
Things were always tumultuous with Jae and never going to work out, which you knew very early on, but you just loathe being wrong when you give someone a chance. It was a foolâs hope to think he might turn it around and make you feel better about letting him into your life to begin with.
The truth of the matter was that Jae just wanted to be a part of your crew and when they refused to let him in, he went and found another and tried to drag you along with him. There wasnât a chance in hell that youâd leave them, your family, but you tried to make things work and it bit you in the ass more times than you could count.Â
Youâre pissed as all hell when you slip back into the booth, right into Seungcheolâs side. Heâs warm and familiar, and when his arm falls around your shoulder it tempers your rage just a touch. Another thing Jae couldnât standâŠhow close the two of you were.Â
Seungcheol has been by your side since you and your brother were kids. You three have been thick as thieves, literally, for so long that you were more comfortable with him than anyone else in the world. You loved, trusted, and respected Seungcheol to a fault.Â
He also notoriously letâs you get away with pretty much everything.Â
So, for no reason other than needing a distraction and hoping to get a rise out of him, you take the cold fresh beer heâs yet to touch right out of his hands and bring it to your lips. He makes an amused sound and pinches your shoulder where his hand rests.Â
âThat doesnât belong to you,â he grumbles, though he doesnât do anything to stop you from taking whatever you want.
You swallow another small mouthful and set the beer down, pushing it back into his grip. The little gasp of surprise you let out when his big hand catches around yours before you can let go of the glass makes Cheol grin which is an improvement from the scowl heâs been sporting for most of the night.
âYou gonna tell me why youâve been so grumpy?â you ask, leaning into him so he can actually hear you over all the noise, âYou only nurse a beer when youâre in a shit mood.â
He lets you pull your hand from the cold glass but doesnât put any distance between your bodies, he lessens it instead. Youâre so close that he doesnât even need to speak loudly for you to hear him. âI didnât realize you paid that much attention to me.â His deep rumbling voice can be felt this closely and the alcohol in the warmth of your belly feels fizzy.
âIâve known you longer than anyone else here,â you reason, âYou canât hide anything from me.â
Seungcheol snickers, âOh, I bet I could.â
You donât get the chance to try and one up him because your phone buzzes incessantly in your lap. Pulling back, you both see who is calling and Seungcheol kisses his teeth in irritation. You silence the call, sending your ex to voicemail and youâre about to reach for your own drink but another incoming call prevents you.
âYou want me to answer it?âÂ
Seungcheolâs tone is dangerous so you silence the call again and continue reaching for your glass. âHeâll give up.â
That isnât typically the case but you're praying this once it is because you really donât feel like dealing with Jaeâs bullshit any more than you wish to handle a pissed off Seungcheol or get a lecture from your brother. Jeonghan, over-bearing and unhinged as he is, will talk you to death when you make a poor choice as if his entire lifestyle isnât comprised of the ones heâs made. Better to keep him out of it too. Â
Cheol will give you a piece of his mind but heâs more like your big, scary guard dog and even though youâre never on the receiving end, you know heâs got a nasty bite so youâd prefer to keep the leash short and not dangle bait before him. The last thing you need is Seungcheol winding up in a cell because of youâŠhe toes that line enough as it is.
Unfortunately, nothing is going your way tonight and your phone lights up again. Normally youâd leave it alone but another part of you, one far and detached from who is calling, still fears the guilt of missing back-to-back calls heavens forbid something has happened.
Itâs the only reason youâre answering, shouting over the noise, âYouâd better be dying. What the hell do you want?â
âBaby, I just need to talk to you and youâre ignoring me,â he whines back and bile gathers at the base of your throat, âI already said I was sorry! Your friends donât even like me so I donât know why you asked me to come. They donât think Iâm good enough for you.â
âYouâre not good enough for me,â is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, beyond caring about his feelings at this point, âYouâve proved that time and time again and I donât need them to tell me what I already know. Iâm busy. Donât call me again.â
âWait, wait!â he calls out to you desperately - it makes your skin crawl, âIâll come pick you up, sweetheart. Iâll take you somewhere real nice, just us two, ok? You just stay there and Iâll come get you.â
Your face bunches up incredulously, âDonât bother showing up now! The olive branch I extended by inviting you tonight no longer exists. I donât want you here and Iâm definitely not going anywhere just the two of us. Iâm with my crew and youâre with yours,â you argue back, âThatâs what you chose, so thatâs what you get.â
There is silence on the end of the line and then laughter.Â
âYouâre lucky youâre hot because itâs a distraction from how fucking crazy you are! I swear to god, youâre just trying to piss me off so Iâll pay more attention to you! Is that what you want? Want me to drop everything to be with you? Like you donât get enough fucking attentio-â
âHang up,â comes a growl from your left and when you look over, Seungcheol is seething.
You donât waste another breath except to say, âDonât call me again,â before disconnecting..
As you tuck your phone back between your thighs you accidentally meet Jeonghanâs gaze from across the table. His eyes flick between you just having ended another call and Seungcheol who looks like he might shatter the glass in his hand at any given moment. He raises a brow, his silent way of asking if everything is okay and you wink back like itâs totally fine. No worries. Not a thing wrong or out of place.Â
Which, it probably would have been if your phone hadnât vibrated again a minute later.Â
Itâs just the one time so you thought it was a fluke, a misdial, but then it buzzes againâŠ.and again. Then itâs a continually buzzing stream of new alerts so you pull your phone out and find sixteen unread messages. You donât even bother reading them and shove the phone back between your thighs. Just. Shut. Up.
Minutes pass and youâre trying really hard to enjoy Chanâs little impromptu performance at the bar, and it sounds lovely, truly, but itâs difficult to focus on anything at all between your efforts to internally process your exâs fucking audacity and to ignore furious heat rolling off Seungcheolâs body still so close to your own..Â
Heâs wholly enraged and you can feel it.
There is maybe a solid seven minutes where your phone sits silently and youâre about to turn to speak to Jihoon and thenâŠanother text comes through. Seungcheolâs patience finally wears through and he plucks it from between your thighs before you can react. You watch quietly, not bothering to argue with him as he forces a shut down before pocketing it inside his jacket.Â
You still stare at him like some admonished teenager and he stares back with a small smirk, daring you to say something. Heâs not doing it to punish you - thatâs the reason you donât push back - heâs going to make sure you enjoy the night just like everyone else. He knows itâs not going to happen if youâre glued to your phone and so do you.Â
Narrowing your eyes, you smirk back. âYouâre giving that back later, right?â
His answering grin is troubling. âI might make you earn it.â
You toy with the idea of asking how but that line of thought is mercifully interrupted by a round of shots for the whole table being delivered and passed around. You had to wait the additional four minutes of having to sit through Hoshi giving an impromptu speech that almost dissolves to tears because heâs probably (definitely) two shots too deep and then itâs back to chaos and youâre finally free to be a part of it.
Your mood lifts tremendously over the next hour so being present in the moment with the people you love. Haoâs girlfriend Jessie passes you a sticker sheet with little glittery hearts and stars which end up all over the bar, in joshuaâs hair, the tip of Junâs nose, the bathroom walls, and some litter the dance floor. Woozi steals a couple for the back of his phone case and when you run out she supplies you with temporary tattoos. Almost everyone has at least two imprinted on their skin by the time those are run through.
When your hands are empty and your drinks all run dry, an old country western song crackles over the speakers and suddenly youâre being dragged out onto the floor by Mingyu who is hell bent on trying to replicate some old line dance youâre sure heâs fabricated in his foggy mind. Something about heels and toes, and being swung around your partner - itâs fun and somewhat terrifying when heâs nearly lifting you off the ground mid-spin.Â
Itâs not his fault that heâs got long legs and two left feet when he drinks so itâs mostly the two of you skipping in circles, laughing and completely out of breath, but itâs a blast.Â
And then you catch something out of the corner of your eye that makes you stop dead in your tracks. Mingyu doesnât even notice that youâve stopped until he trips over your foot, looking down at you in confusion. âYou givinâ up on me?â
âWhat the fuck is he doing here?âÂ
The voice comes from Joshua in the corner, which means somehow word spread about tonightâs falling out without you knowing, and now everyone is looking at your ex, boldly and moronically standing a few feet away from you which is several feet too close for their liking. Unsurprisingly, itâs Hoshi whoâs already in his face, smiling in the most menacing fashion. âThis is a private event so unfortunately for you, youâll have to fuck off.â
Jae scoffs aloud, âI donât give a shit about your party.â
Then his scowl twists into a smirk but itâs cruel and mirthless, his eyes falling on you and Mingyu who had at some point out of habit placed his body just in front of your own.
âI came for my girl but it looks like sheâs already moved on for the night, throwing herself at one of you sorry assholes because I couldnât make time for her. Typical.â
Mingyu anticipates you trying to step around him and quickly catches you around the waist to hold you back at the same time that Seokmin stands from his chair so quickly it falls backwards and lands with a loud clatter. âWatch your fucking mouth,â he warns menacingly.Â
âWatch my mouth? Iâm just pointing out that facts. I should have known thatâs why she suddenly didnât want me here,â he goes on like every pair of eyes on him arenât glaring daggers, âWould have ruined her plans to get shit-faced and open her legs for whichever one of you looked at her first.â
Jeonghan hurls himself at Jae with an opened switchblade in his hand but, thankfully, Joshua and Jihoon catch him first, and the bastard laughs knowing none of them would let Jeonghan get close enough to do something stupid. Not with witnesses around anyway.
Jae tilts his head, speaking directly to Jeonghan with his hands in his pockets and condescention dripping from his tongue, âYouâre her big brother,â he pouts, just pouring salt in the wound, âYouâre really just going to sit back and allow all your friends to take turns with your little sister? The crewâs designated whor-â
He barely forms a smirk before Seungcheol appears out of nowhere and suckerpunches him in the mouth so hard the crack is audible throughout the bar. Unfortunately for Jae, heâs still conscious when he hits the ground, broken teeth and blood pouring from his maw as he screams in excruciating pain. Youâre sure his jaw is broken and youâre glad.Â
Absolutely no one moves to help him. Hardly even bats an eye.
Then, Seungcheol draws his leg back and kicks Jae in the stomach which means heâs not done and after what your ex just saidâŠyouâre not sure anyone in your crew will step in to stop him. You move instantly, pulling yourself out of Mingyuâs protective grip to push your way to the front where youâre relieved to see Vernon already attempting to pull his friend away and he does but not before your exâs hand is crushed under the sole of Seungcheolâs boot and the screaming starts anew.Â
When you reach them, you immediately put yourself in the middle without hesitation, both hands against Seungcheolâs chest in an effort to calm him down before he loses it completely. One of his hands is still clenched at his side and youâre trying desperately to get him to look down at you. He doesnât but his other hand comes up to sit at your hip and thatâs enough of an acknowledgement that you relax, just slightly.Â
You turn just your head to look down at Jae whoâs never looked more pitiful. Covered in blood, dirt, snot, and tears.Â
Seungcheol glares over your shoulder at the broken man on the floor, his arm now firmly seated around your body in a possessive display as he growls, âAlways running your fucking mouth,â then he nods in your brotherâs direction, âI should let him cut your tongue out.â
Jeonghanâs knife spins dangerously between his deft fingers like heâs itching to use it.Â
Heâs no longer restrained, nearly deranged, and begins stalking toward your ex who flinches away and frantically shakes his head, unable to speak with his mangled mouth. Your voice cuts clear into the charged air. âJeonghan,â you call out and your brother stops mid-step to look up at you patiently. You shake your head at him and he concedes but the fire in his eyes is palpable.Â
He smiles down at Jae, voice lilting and deadly. âYouâre safeâŠfor now,â he tilts his head, crouching down to get closer, âAnd donât bother running back to your crew for help or hope for some form of retaliation,â He pauses, covering his mouth with his knife, giggling with feral delight dancing in his eyes, âI bet you didnât tell them where you were going or who you were fucking with because they never would have let you come and I can only imagine how pissed theyâre going to be when they find out.â
Jaeâs brows furrow indicating his confusion and Jeonghan laughs again, wiggling his long fingers, tapping them with the point of his blade. âHow do you think your ring leader lost two fingers on his right hand? That pretty scar down the side of his face? It was an improvement if you ask me,â he croons and Jaeâs eyes widen with renewed horror, âLoyal little lap dog ever since and hilariously, still harboring a rather sweet crush on my darling sister. Small world, huh? Weâll be sure to let him know how you feel about her and whoâs responsible for,â he waves his hand with an air of distaste, gesturing to Jae, âThis.â
When Jeongan stands again, his smile falls flat and you turn your head quickly, tucking it into Cheolâs chest when you hear the crunch and subsequent thud as your brother stomps and knocks Jae out cold. Itâs cruel, perhaps, but now knowing who exactly heâs been working for, youâd consider this a mercy compared to wait awaits him.
Seungcheol lifts his chin with a silent order and Junhui and Mingyu are already stepping forward to haul Jaeâs unconscious form out of the bar with Joshua leisurely striding behind them, Jaeâs phone in hand. Theyâll dump him outside, a few blocks away. Heâs lucky theyâre not animals - Josh will use Jaeâs phone to deliver a personal message to his crew but beyond that, heâs no longer your crewâs problem. Retaliation isnât even a concern in this situation.
The atmosphere is obviously soured and you can still feel the rage swirling in the air. There isnât a single member of your crew who wouldnât have loved a turn. Even Minghao, calm and even, the most level-headed in situations like this has a particular air of cruelty about him in the moment and Jessie at his side tucks away a glittering pair of brass knuckles. You donât have to glance around to they are waiting for an order and Cheol still has his eyes focused on the door. There are also a few patrons who are not associated with your crew, the kind who know when to mind their business, but even they seem to be waiting to be told what to do next.
So, you clear your throat and try to paint on a pretty smile.
âPardon the interuption,â you sigh, each head in the room swiveling in your direction, âTurn the music up and order another round for the whole bar,â you glance up to find Seuncheol already looking down at you and you pat his chest, âDrinks are still on the big guy so youâd better take advantage while heâs still feeling generous.â
Thankfully, its enough to get everyone moving again, your crew falling right back into the party swing as if nothing happened. It was so easy for them to flip the switch sometimes. From volatile back to joyous - back to shots, and karaoke, and dancing.Â
Seungcheol was still furious though. He doesnât bounce back nearly as fast.
âWhy donât we take a walk out back?â
He doesnât budge for a moment and you say his name a little more firmly this time to which he reponds, âYeah, yeah. Iâm sorry. Letâs go.â
No one asks questions or follows the two of you when he takes your hand and leads you out the back and into the crisp night air. Itâs dark but the moon etches just enough light that you can still see each other easily. Seungcheolâs shoulders are tense and you watch his fists clench and unfurl methodically. Theyâre also red and angry after making direct contact with Jaeâs teeth. The thought makes your gut roil.
âChoi Seungcheol,â you lightly grumble, âYou canât go around hospitalizing every asshole that is mean to me.â
Nothing at first and then thereâs a little huff of laughter. âI can absolutely do just that, or worse. Besides, I only hit him once.â
âYou broke his jawâŠand probably a few ribs with that kick,â you sigh and lean back against the building, glancing up at the sky. âMy point is that I know you can but that doesnât mean you should. If you get arrested, whoâs gonna take care of me?â
He smirks. âSpoiled.â
âYour fault,â you roll your eyes and really look at him. âI didnât know he was working for Kaito, obviously. You know I wouldâve cut him off completely If I had.â
âI didnât know either,â he admits, shrugging off your surprise, âJeonghan must have found out and kept it to himself. You know how he likes to hold onto things until its useful. Your brother is kind of a sadistic asshole sometimes.â
âHannie is just eccentric and has weird hobbies,â you counter with a small grin, âBesides, heâs your best friend so think about what that says about you.â
He just winks in response. Itâs maddening and attractive, per usual.Â
âMhm,â you hum quietly, pleased to watch him unwind in front of you, because of you. âIâm glad to see youâre in a better mood,â you tease him, âI thought for a few that you might have been mad at me.â
Cheol lets out a long sigh and digs his hands into his pockets. âIâm never mad at you.â
You cross your arms and quirk a brow at him, âThatâs a blatant lie and you know it. I canât even count how many times youâve chewed my ass out for one thing or another.â
âThe handful of times that I have yelled at you came directly after you did something dangerous,â he argues back with a short laugh, âCalling your ex, that fucker in particular, makes me question your judgement and maybe your sanity, but itâs not a reason for me to be mad at you. If anything itâs mild frustration.â
You narrow your eyes at him. Itâs more than mild. âSay what you need to say, Cheol.â
He squares his shoulders, face serious much like his tone. âYouâre too smart to keep choosing assholes that let you down over and over again. So, why do you do it?â
You purse your lips. âTouche,â heâs not wrong, âI am self aware enough to admit my track record is shit but there is not a lot to work with. Itâs not as though our dating pool is stellar, Cheol. Weâre lowlifesâŠwe associates with other lowlifes. Nice boys like girls like me until they realize Iâm not worth the trouble.â
He sputters out a laugh and steps closer, just enough to lower his voice in the echoing alley way. A touch closer and you could probably steal a little body heat youâre starting to wish for. âYou are the trouble,â his eyes sparkle when he says it, like its a compliment, âNice boys too soft for you anyway and weâre not lowlifesâŠwe just live a little differently. You can do better,â he smirks when you roll your eyes again, âYou canâŠyou just donât.â
You uncross your arms and spread them out before you. âOh, any suggestions? I forgot you were a dating expert-â then you break into a laugh and Cheol is throwing his head back, knowing whatâs coming. âOh, wait! I forgot. Youâve not had a girlfriend in what? Five years? Eight?â
He snatches both your hands out of the air and pushes them back toward your chest, trying to reign in his amusement and overall urge to smother you. âYouâre high maintenance enough. Why the hell would I need a girlfriend? Iâve got enough on my plate.â
You reach out and lightly punch him in the chest. âYouâre a big boy, Cheol. Donât let me hold you back. I can handle myself.â
At this, he snorts and pulls a hand out of his pocket to point at you. âYou can handle yourself? Did I not pick you up in a police station two months ago for speedingâŠagain?â
You pull off the wall with your mouth open to defend yourself and he abruptly pushes you right back against it and continues. âWho taught you how to drive and took the blame when you ran over Jeonghanâs bike when you were fifteen? Who showed up at three in the morning to pick your drunk ass up at that halloween party just so you could puke in my car and my bedâŠall night?â he pushes closer and lowers his voice âWho bailed you out of jail four months ago when you took a glass bottle to someoneâs head in club and it turned out to be a fucking cop?â
âHe looked like any other perv fondling girls on the dance floor!â You shout, eyes wide and wild as if someone would overhear, âHow was I supposed to know he was a cop?! And why does it matter? He was a creep and Iâd do it again!â
Seungcheol is simply dissolving into laughter, his earlier shit mood absolutely erased, and then as your volume grows he starts attempting to shush you though itâs half-assed.Â
âShhhh,â he laughs even harder, âI know, I know. Iâm just teasing,â he grins when you finally crack a small smile, âHonestly, I was so proud of you that night. Took fifteen stitches to sew him back together and I hear itâs left a big ugly scar.â
You scoff in disbelief at his blatant pride. âProud?! You chewed my ass out the entire way home.â
âQuit doing dangerous shit without me,â he shrugs unapologetically, âIf youâre gonna get yourself in trouble, at least make sure Iâm there to back you up.â
You roll your eyes, placing your cool hands under your chin to warm them. A cold wind whips through the alley, tossing his soft black hair around. Naturally, he steps into the windâs path, blocking you from the worst of it because thatâs what he does. It grants you the opportunity to slide a little closer and he chuckles, catching on very quickly to what youâre trying to do. Use him as both a human shield and personal heater.Â
He looks down at you with that soft gaze you know is only reserved for you. As youâve grown older together, youâve learned that itâs best to avoid basking in it for more than a few seconds at a time. Your eyes dart down to his chest and back up again, not quite meeting his eyes this time. âItâs colder than I thought it would be tonight.â
He pulls your jacket a little tighter around you. âWe can go back inside if you want.â
Whatever you want - itâs always whatever you want. Sometimes you just want to know what Seungcheol wants.
You hold eye contact with him now, just watching to see if his expression changes at all. Itâs almost dizzying, staring at one another so closely. A stupid decision on your part, honestly.
âWhat if I asked you to take me home?â
Simple. âWe can go home. Just gotta grab my key-â
You shake your head with a small laugh. âActually, I think we should go back in and sing karaoke.â
His lips pull up, always quick to pick up on the game. âWhat song? I love karaoke.â
âLiar. You hate karaoke,â you grin, âWhy do you give into anything I ask?â
His smile is so beautiful - it always has been.Â
âI do not give into everything,â he corrects you and then huffs in amusement, âGo ahead, try your luck but put some actual thought into it. You know most things are negotiable for lowlifes like us.â
âGreat! So, youâll let me drive your car tomorrow night?â you bat your eyes at him soo prettily. Itâs in the bag.
He hardly budges. âNo,â comes from those plump lips more clearly than youâve ever heard it in your life and you instinctually pout like a child which amuses him. âI said put some actual thought into it. Youâre a terrible driver.â
âYou also said to try my luck,â you answer and it comes out more like a grumble, âWhich has apparently abandoned me tonight.âÂ
The way you drop your shoulders and pull yourself inward knocks him off kilter and his smile drops in a split second. When he speaks again, his voice is just a touch deeper - less playful, more gentle. The change is so slight that anyone else would miss it but youâve got that shift of his rooted in your memory at this point.Â
âYour luck? Maybe,â he tips his head in consideration, close enough that heâs slipped his arms around you, big hands splayed comfortingly against the middle of your back, âIâm still here though.â
You know you should put some space in between your bodies right now but that little voice that is usually telling you to mind your boundaries is so far away in the moment that you do the opposite. Closing the distance, you look up at him as you slip your hands around his waist beneath his jacket. âYeah, youâre always here for me. Arenât you?â
When he dips his head closer, his tone is surprisingly serious. âI hope thatâs not an actual question at this point.â
His free hand comes up to catch the back of your neck as you move to pull away, to ask him to explain or just to confirm that what youâre feeling is mercifully mutually, but youâre trapped - body painted against Seungcheolâs in the moonlight. Itâs probably the most intimate position youâve ever been in with him and your heart thrashes in your chest.
âIâve always been right here,â his nose and lips brush your cheek as he speaks, âPatiently waiting.â
âWaiting for what?â you ask too softly but he smiles, you can feel it against your skin.
âFor you to get tired of playing house,â He chides gently, âYou already have a home with me and you know it.â
To say it out loud for the first time is almost staggering for Seungcheol and itâs a devastating revelation for you. Each time you tried dating someone new it had felt like a cheap replacement to distract you from the despairing thoughts of loving Seungcheol and him not loving you back, but he was there. Watching, waiting, already belonging to you in every way the entire time.Â
The first sound out of your mouth is escaped laughter. Itâs soft and disbelieving.Â
Seungcheol smiles as he pulls back enough to see your face. âYou genuinely didnât know?â
You shake your head back and forth, still laughing, and the dimples in his cheeks pinch as heâs rolling his eyes at you, snickering to himself. âYouâre the worst. I seriously thought you were playing dumb on purpose,â he groans, though his hands meet in the middle of your back now, comfortably laced like he plans on staying this way for a while. âTell me. Who are all those idiots in there to you?â
Easy. âTheyâre my brothers.â
âAnd who am I?â
Your lips twitch and he smirks. âYouâre justâŠSeungcheol,â saying it makes everything so plain and simple. So obvious. âYouâre my Seungcheol.â
âExactly. Have I ever felt like a brother to you? Like just a friend?â he prods, pretty white teeth still on display. Heâs going to drive his point home like always.Â
âListen, jerk,â you poke him in the chest with a long sigh, âOf course you never felt like those things to me. I didnât want to see you as just a friend and definitely not as a brother, gross,â you grimace at the thought, âBut just because I felt that way about you doesnât mean I thought you felt the same. I thought it was all very one-sided and I was just going to eventually get over it.â
He raises a single brow. âAnd,â he blinks pointedly, âHave you gotten over it yet?
âUnfortunately not.â
âGood.â
Good because heâs truly out of patience at this point and heâs going to make sure you know exactly how he feels without question.Â
And thatâs how you find yourself caged up against the wall outside the bar, Seungcheolâs lips hungirly claiming your own. His hands trace your body outside your clothing until he gets tired of the separation and you jolt feeling his cold hands against your waist beneath your shirt. There isnât a second of stillness. Heâs constantly moving, shifting, giving, taking.Â
Youâre no better.Â
The second he kissed you it was like a flood of energy zapping each and every one of your nerves. After your lips, your arms were quickly in motion, wrapping around his neck and shoulders. Fingers threading through and tugging at his hair. He touched you and kissed you so thoroughly that despite the fact that is freezing and youâre indeed, exposed outside while your friends are just on the other side of that back door, you want more.Â
More, more, more.Â
Seungcheol does too.Â
âLetâs go,â he mumbles between your lips, still too enthralled to pull away.Â
It makes you laugh, though itâs a little delirious because heâs back to sucking and biting pretty little marks onto your neck, and you peel your eyelids open to see the fog from your breath as you speak. âItâs Seokâs birthday,â your mouth pops open with a silent gasp as he bites you again, âWe canât just leave.â
He drags himself back up and meets your eyes, grinning, âLike hell we canât. Go get in my car,â he digs his keys out of his pocket and passes them over, âIâll let the boys know weâre leaving.â
You stand there for a moment, keys in your outstretched hand, âWait!â you realize heâs already opening the door. Heâs so serious. âWhat are you going to tell them?â
He shrugs, âThat we have better things to do.â
Appalling. âSeungcheol!â
Now heâs smirking. âAlright, alright. Iâll tell them weâre leaving and going back to my place to fu-â
âSEUNGCHEOL!â
âYou donât want me to lie and you donât want me to tell the truth,â he blinks back at you, âI am not sure what you want from me, baby.â
Well. Brain melted. If heâs calling you âBabyâ he can do whatever he damn well pleases.Â
âIâll be waiting,â you laugh, quickly spinning on your heel before you drag him away and he doesnât get a chance to tell anyone youâre leaving. They probably wouldnât notice for a few hours anyway. You shake your head, hurrying your steps toward his car.Â
It feels like youâre waiting an eternity but itâs only been a few minutes and when you glance out the window heâs already hurrying back. Youâre not sure if he just caught the first person he saw and told them to pass it on or if he walked in and announced it to the entire bar but you honestly donât care. Youâre maybe fifteen minutes from the garage, Cheolâs permanent (and your home away from) home. Heâll probably make it in eight with the way he drives.Â
âIâm surprised to not find you in the driverâs seat,â he laughs, shutting the door and immediately bringing the car to life.Â
âYouâre the better driver and Iâd like to get there quickly.â
Smirking, he smoothly backs out of his parking space and peels out onto the road. âI think youâre plenty good at speeding. If your record has anything to say about it.â
You roll your eyes at him. âOk, so youâre better at speeding and not getting caught. This is why I handle the other business aspects.â
His hand slips over the middle and lands on your thigh, kneading and flexing possessively.Â
Watching you handle business has always intrigued and infuriated him. Youâve swindled awful men out of house and home - lining your crewâs pockets with all the spoils. It had always been a fine line between letting you work while recognizing how good you were at your job and trying not to strangle every dickhead who thought that fake smile you gave them was genuine. âMight have to retire you now.â
You pout in his direction knowing his moody comment is nothing more than his protective, if not slightly dominant, nature coming through. Heâs not at all serious, even if heâd like to be. âYou gonna take care of me so I donât have to work anymore?â
He grins at the suggestion. âYou know Iâll take care of you, baby. Minghao is plenty good-looking. Weâll start using him instead.â
You snort at the thought. âYouâre better off sending, Jeonghan. He's pretty, charming, and he knows exactly how to get what he wants out of anyone. Why do you think Iâm so good at it? Learned from the best.â
âYeah,â Cheol turns, the wheel smoothly gliding through his hand, âI donât typically have to worry about you stabbing or torturing anyone though.â
âTypically?â you turn in surprise, laughing, âAre you saying it has been a concern?â
He looks at you with a brow quirked. âOnce or twice,â he scoffs, âYou are way more like your brother than you realize.â
âOh? You got a thing for him too?â
He snickers in response, shaking his head. âLittle shit.â
He squeezes the meat of your thigh again and you realize heâs shifted his hand higher, his fingers spread wide, the pads biting into your jeans. âQuit flirting with me and drive faster.â
The only sound that follows is his quiet amusement and the roar of the engine.Â
Pulling into the garage, youâre feeling too charged from the quiet, electrifying tension. It makes you feel jerky, like every movement of your body takes too much effort and every surface you touch shocks your skin. Youâre already eyeing the stairs leading up to his loft but heâs taking his sweet time coming around the front of his car, waiting for the garage doors to roll back down. You want to barrel straight into him but you donât exactly trust your legs to carry you.Â
The doors close with a loud thud and he looks over at you still standing near the passenger door. âYou look nervous,â he smiles softly, making his way around the car until his hands are seated over your hips. âWe donât have to-â
âNo, no, thatâs not it,â you huff out a laugh, âI think all the anticipation made my body stop working. Everything is tingly and sharp, and I donât think I can move. Stop laughing at me!â
He canât. Seungcheol is simply beside himself. You really canât blame him. Truly, too horny and excited to walk? Thatâs got to be a new one. It certainly is for you.Â
âI can carry you, itâs fine.â
But he is still shaking with laughter and weâre talking a whole ass flight of stairs. Itâs not fine, though Cheol is already scooping you up and you're frantically trying to situate yourself on his back because that seems like the safest option and youâre already off the ground. Heâs not putting you back down until youâre both behind closed doors.Â
âOh my god,â you bury your face in his shoulder as he takes the first few steps up the stairs, âThis is such a bad idea!â
His hands are firmly seated beneath your thighs and your arms are wrapped so tightly around his shoulders that youâre not even shifting much as he carries you but itâs nerve wracking and honestly, a bit embarrassing. Heâs incredibly proud and stubborn so there really is no hope in convincing him to put you down anyway.
âStop panicking,â he laughs, now halfway up the stairs, âIâm not even struggling so your lack of faith in me is hurting my feelings. You act like youâve never seen me workout. I do it for a reason.â
âI thought the reason was just because you like to beat people up.â
He huffs in amusement, âFighting isnât fun when youâre not winning.â
âWell, you always win so you must be having a blast,â you pinch his earlobe, rolling your eyes since he canât catch you doing it.
When he reaches the landing, he digs into his pocket, unlocking the door with one hand and then kicking it shut once youâre both inside. Then he lets you slide down his back but before your feet actually hit the ground, heâs spinning around to pick you right back up. He laughs at the sound you make, quickly grabbing his shoulders and crossing your ankles at his back. Cheol flips the lock on the door and takes you into the small kitchen, setting you down on the counter.Â
âI always win when youâre watching,â he plants his hands on either side of you, leaning closer, âYou get mad at me when I donât, so, I stopped losing.â
He looks up at you with a boyish grin and you bring your hands up, lightly touching his cheeks with your finger tips. Youâve seen his soft skin mottled with bruising more times than you cared to think about. âI donât care about losing,â you murmur, lost in thought, âI just hate it when you get hurt.â
Tracing a finger over his right brow you remember that night years ago when he returned from a job with it split wide open, blood dripping down his pale face. Busted lips, fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and an awful limp. It was the first time you ever saw him soâŠbroken.
You yelled at him for getting hurt but cradled his face in your hands the whole time. While Minghao sutured it closed, you continued cursing at him and everyone else whoâd gone out that night but you never let go of his hand. When Joshua reset Cheolâs shoulder and he nearly passed out from the pain, you sobbed. For days youâd been furious with him yet you stayed over at his place for almost two solid weeks to take care of him.Â
Putting him back together with your own two hands was the only way you could convince yourself that he was okay and from then on, you accompanied him on most jobs. Anytime things got messy, heâd come out victorious, and the very few times you werenât there, he returned nearly unscathed. Bloodied knuckles at most.Â
Your fingers must have drifted down to his lips because he kisses them and it brings you back to the present. He smiles against your fingertips and you move them under his jaw, out of the way, just so you can kiss him again. Itâs soft, slow, adoring and his hands slide into place right at your lower back, his fingers pushing beneath your shirt to stroke your skin.Â
When they make contact, his fingers spread wide, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. It makes your back arch, pitching your hips forward, and leaves you sitting poised for the taking but even then he takes his time. In the back of your mind, youâre sure he can feel your heat against his groin and it must be driving him just as insane as it does you.
Despite the body heat, when he pushes your shirt up a little further with his busy hands, you shiver at how cold you still are. Itâs accompanied by a breathy little gasp that makes him pull away grinning, eyes still watching your mouth. âStill cold?â
âYeah,â you admit, âDo you ever turn the heat on in this place?â
âOnly when youâre here. I donât usually need it.â
Of course not. Big manly man.Â
âYouâre going to need it if youâre still hoping to get my clothes off.â
Cheol pays no mind to your change in tone. The one you use to nag him to death. Instead he scoops you right off the counter, starting toward his bedroom. âI can warm you up myself just fine,â he says in an equally haughty kind of way.Â
The kind of way that shuts you up because the only other thing that you could possibly manage is some pathetic giggle. He even makes a show of hanging onto to you with only one arm because heâs just so strong and you humor him with an âoh wooooowâ that makes him crack, laughing as he lets you slowly drop to the floor.
Your hand remains on his chest, nervously pinching at his shirt as you look around the room. Youâve been in here before justâŠnot for anything like this. âWhy does this feel normal and not normal at the same time,â you pause, realizing there is actually something different that you hadnât noticed right away.Â
Seungcheol letâs his hands drop away so you can walk over to his dresser to sate yourâŠcuriosity? Surprise? âYou said I needed more personal decorations around the house,â he clears his throat, watching as you carefully lift his picture frames off the furniture to examine them, âI figured pictures were personal enough.â
There is one of Cheol as a teenager standing proudly beside his first car. Another with a few members of the crew all grinning around a card table. You loosen a soft laugh remembering that night clearly. Mingyu and Hoshi shouting over the table like bansheesâŠall because Hoshi got caught cheating and blamed it on his favorite designated target.Â
You pick up one you donât recognize but smile at the familiar faces hanging out of the windows of a car you do recognize vaguely. The job details were hazy but you know you remember that car for some reason.
Seungcheol must have noticed you squinting at it because he comes over and stands behind you, pointing at the picture. âYou donât remember this one because you broke into a case of wine coolers the moment we were all home and accounted for,â he chuckles, his breath tickling your cheek, âAlmost seven years ago now.â
âI hated waiting for you guys to come home,â you pout, pointing to the picture, âWhy do I remember this car though? Itâs so familiar.â
He laughs again and this time you spin toward him like the reason he is laughing is clearly painted on his face. Itâs not but he fills in the blanks without prompting.
âJeonghan caught you in the backseat of that exact car making out with Seungkwan, of all people,â Cheol grins at your grimace âWe hauled you both off to bed, tucked you in, and agreed not to tell a soul. I honestly donât think he knows about it either. You guys were wasted.â
âI definitely do not remember doing that but I did oddly stop drinking wine coolers not long after that night,â you sigh, tucking away the embarrassing story to kick your self over later.
âGuilty subconscious?âÂ
Shrugging off your jacket you give him a fake laugh which eventually morphs into a grin. âWere you jealous back then?â
He takes your lead, removing his clothes one piece at a time. âI was always jealous,â he admits and you let yourself stop to watch as he grabs at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. It leaves him only in his jeans, belt already unbuckled.Â
Youâre the opposite, jeans kicked to the side, but your hands rest on your shirt, too busy looking at Seungcheol to force yourself to keep moving. Heâs no better, eyes glued to your hips, to your underwear, your legs, and then his eyes bounce back up to your face, finally noticing the way youâre looking at him.
He takes a slow step forward and then another.
âIâm not perfect,â he cautions, another step closer, âIâm stubborn and jealous,â one more step until youâre touching, âI donât like sharing. If one of the guys flirts with you, even as a joke, Iâll probably rip their head off. Might happen more than once but Iâll get over it eventually, I promise.â
âHmm,â you smirk as he stops so closely you can feel the heat coming of his body, âA little sensitive?â
âMaybe.â His smile is so pretty and disarming because now his hands are on you, palms rubbing circles into your hips before sliding back and down over your ass. âYouâve been chipping away at my self control for over a decade and now youâre half-naked in my bedroom. Iâve hit my breaking point, baby. Iâm going to be selfish with you.â
You shift just enough to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it in the general direction of your pants, and settle your arms around his shoulders. âI think itâs only fair because I have always been selfish with you and iâll be so much worse now,â you grin and he letâs out a heavy, husky chuckle, tightening his thick arms around you, âIâm going to be a menace.â
âI like the sound of that.â
âIâm still cold.â
Then heâs kissing you again, your hands quickly moving from his shoulders to his waist, pushing his jeans as low as you can before heâs forced to part and pull them the rest of the way off, laughing and stumbling with you toward the bed. You land first, quickly shuffling under the comforter for warmth and heâs right behind you, rolling you onto your back to cover you with his body. Itâs an added layer of heat and you wiggle beneath him when his thigh pushes between your legs.Â
Seungcheol wants everything all at once and hates having to choose but loves knowing heâll get the opportunity to do it all in good time. For now, he canât seem to keep away from your lips, canât stop the noises he makes everytime you tug at his hair or scrape your nails against his back and he hopes to god they leave bright red scratches in their wake.Â
He wants to watch you get shy and embarrassed when he works out with them on full display. His ego is a beast and itâs going to be riding a high for a while.
When you push up against him, he gives you a little space to quickly undo your bra before itâs tossed to the floor and heâs slipping a little lower, his face pressed against your soft, warm chest. His mouth dances from one breast to the other and you moan into the open air of his bedroom, one of your hands still rubbing his back, smoothing over his muscles mindlessly. His perfect teeth graze your nipples and you grind down against his thigh.Â
He pushes it higher and repeats the action over and over until youâre steadily working yourself up and then he shifts, taking that relief away from you. Your eyes pop open in surprise but he kisses you again before you can speak and his right hand slides into your panties, wet and uncomfortably cool against your folds now that his thigh is gone.Â
He doesnât waste time, running his middle and ring finger up and down until theyâre so slick-coated that there is hardly any resistance when he slips them inside you, stroking up against that spot that has you arching your back off the bed. Itâs almost cruel how quickly he gets you there and even worse that he hardly touches your clit before you come, stars flashing behind your eyes.Â
Seungcheol kisses your face through it, whispering sweet, filthy praises against your skin. Thatâs my girl, youâre so fucking good for me, baby. Sound so pretty right now, wanna hear you say my name just like that.
Itâs a miracle you donât come again the second he pushes into you because he doesnât stop talking unless his mouth is occupied and heâs too good at multitasking. The only time you get a break from his wicked words is when heâs bottoming out and your ears are ringing so loudly that you canât even hear him anymore. He must realize it too because his mouth was moving and now, heâs just grinning, eyes trained on your lips when he draws his hips back a little and pushes back in.Â
His pace varies because he likes watching the breath get caught in your throat, breaking up the gorgeous sounds spilling from your lips. For all the taunting and talking heâs done, heâs just as worked up as you are and suddenly sits up on his knees which changes the angle. He spreads your thighs further apart, almost crudely, and props your ass a bit higher. At first, he wraps his hands around your thighs for leverage, digging his fingers into your skin but itâs not enough, he needs more.Â
When he moves his hands to either side of your waist, he locks in the perfect position to go as deep as possible and the sounds you begin making are far more desperate, the pitch swinging higher and higher until heâs moaning and panting, driving into you faster and harder than before. You know youâre going to come again, and fast, so when your eyes meets his, and he purses his lips, letting spit drop from his plump lips onto your clit, he doesnât have to tell you aloud what to do.Â
You bring your own hand down, rubbing yourself until your limbs start twitching. Your breaths are so shallow and ragged, your fingertips messily bumping against the base of his cock where he plunges in and out of your cunt recklessly. He looks just as far gone as you do but the second your eyes meet, he smirks and itâs your absolute undoing.Â
When you orgasm for the second time itâs so intense that all of your muscles lock up aside from your legs which shake uncontrollably and Seungcheol groans, hips stuttering when he feels the overabundance over warm liquid spilling out around his cock, splashing against his groin and stomach, dripping onto the bed. He stills, filling you so completely full that you canât even breath without adding to the mess youâve both created.Â
It takes several long minutes of heavy panting and blinking to get your heads on straight and he still doesnât pull out. Not even when he slumps down against you, grinning and kissing you lazily. Heâs doesnât give a single fuck about the mess, even going to so far as pumping his hips a few times, laughing when you hide your face under your arm at the lewd sounds echoing through the room.Â
Itâs playful at first, those half-hearted thrusts, but then his kisses turn into little nips, his mouth starts spilling those dirty words in your ear and itâs not long until you can feel him getting hard inside of you again, having never pulled out in the first place. He keeps fucking into you slowly, swallowing the sound of your whining, revelling in the way your nails no longer just rake over his skin but painfully dig into it over his shoulder blades.Â
He doesnât stop. Doesnât speed up. Doesnât give you the chance to wiggle away from him when the sharp tingling of overstimulation bleeds into, âOh, fuck, Cheol, Iâm gonna come againâŠfuckâŠâ
And you do until tears stream down your face and he pulls out, flips you over, and puts it right back in, fucking you brutally until heâs moaning and cumming, and youâre nearly ready to pass out in the bed youâve both absolutely ruined. You hear him speaking but canât make out the words and then maybe your eyes close because youâre sated and exhausted.Â
It doesnât last long though because Seungcheol is attempting to drag you from sleep because he needs to clean you both up and change the sheets before anyone crashes for the night but youâre not budging.Â
Until you feel the sensation of thick fingers pushing into your cunt and you mumble aloud, âAbsolutely noâŠstraight to jail.â
Seungcheol laughs at you having not even moved when you said it and removes his hand. âI tried waking you up nicely and you kept ignoring me. Besides, itâs all starting to spill out and I like seeing you full. If you keep laying here Iâm going to end up fucking it all back in and giving you more.â
Rolling onto your back takes an incredible amount of willpower and Cheolâs helping hands because your hips are stiff as all hell. Heâs patient, not pushing beyond your limits even though youâre sure he could go a few more rounds without tiring in the least. Affection swirls in your chest and it takes him by surprise when you reach a hand up and around his neck to pull him down to your lips.Â
HIs body relaxes into the bed, pressing his weight more firmly into the mattress to keep the pressure light where it covers your own. He kisses you tenderly, his hands moving softly and slowly over your skin, and your mind is emptied of all but the feel of him. Itâs overwhelming, how deeply attuned you are to one another and yet your body continues to demand more.Â
Your kiss is broken off in a choked moan, Seungcheolâs, when your hand snakes between your bodies. He drops his forehead to yours, taking in a deep, shaky breath when you rub the head of his cock into the mess between your folds. âAgain?â he questions, even as his hips push forward of their own accord.Â
âAgainâŠâ you breathe out, tipping your face up to catch his bottom lip with a gentle nip, â..and again, and again, and agai-â
The delirious smile on your face drops open as he pushes back inside. Your tight, swollen cunt aches with the intrusion but each shockwave that pulses through you is laced with pointed pleasure. The effort to keep his pace even and gentle is difficult but Cheol finds very quickly that there is something incredibly arrousing about slow, deep, intimate fucking.Â
Heâs never experienced anything like it because heâs never had you.Â
Yet here you are beneath him, clawing at his back and shoulders, moaning against his throat, and he knows it will only ever be like this with you. He knew he was ruined for all others years ago but in this moment he fully understands the weight of it.Â
Seungcheol will never want anyone but you.
And when you unravel together again, you look into his eyes and know it too.
The next morning it takes an unprecidented amount of effort to wake up.
Your body aches and joints pop in too many places when you stretch your limbs as if youâve been asleep for years and not mere hours. Itâs easy to pinpoint the loss of warmth at your side, Seungcheol hardly ever sleeps in and itâs evident by the smell of fresh coffee wafting in through the open bedroom door.Â
Slipping into the shirt heâd left you and your jeans from last night, you wander in and out of the bathroom and head straight to the kitchen. Cheol knows you donât drink coffee but you do love the smell of it so the sight of a full, almost untouched pot makes you laugh. His mug sits abandoned in the sink so you rinse it out and refill it, carefully balancing the full cup in your hands as you leave his apartment and head down the stairs into the garage.Â
Joshua is the first person you find, unsurprising as he never seems to get hungover no matter how much he drinks the night before. Heâs sitting at one of the work tables pouring over a set of blue prints for a new job when you walk by, chuckling and swatting away your hand when you ruffle his hair. âMorning Joshie.â He waves over his shoulder as you keep walking.
Itâs relatively quiet in the garage for a Saturday morning but most of your crew is probably passed out from the evening prior. You would have stayed in bed longer too if someone wasnât missing from it - someone you still havenât found. Instead, you happen upon Jeonghan and Mingyu working on an engineâŠyou thinkâŠagain, not your expertise.Â
âWell, well, well,â Jeonghan drawls as he catches you approaching from the corner of his eye, âIf itâs not my darling little sister,â he grins and leans over to kiss your cheek when you stop in front of him, âWhatever are you doing here, in the garage, smelling like sex and coffee, so early on this delightful Saturday morning?â
You give your brother a deadpan stare and Mingyu snickers behind him.Â
âWhereâs Cheol?â
âBringing in another delivery with Jun in the back,â Mingyu mumbles half-way under the hood with tools in hand, âShould be finishing up soon.â
Jeonghan leans against the car and crosses his arms. âIs this an official thing?â
You know heâs only asking because he loves you both so deeply that if there were any chance of it being a fling where feelings are inevitably going to be trampled, heâs putting an end to it immediately. Heâs so fiercely protective that heâd step in to protect you from yourselves without hesitation.
âThat man would have to be thirty feet deep in the ground to leave me.â
âIsnât the saying âsix-feet deepâ?â Mingyu laughs, still focusing on his task.
âI said what I said and honestly thirty-feet still might not be enough - youâll probably have to bury me with him.â
Jeonghan relaxes, shrugging off the tension in his body with a loose laugh. âGood to know,â he grins, eyes soft and gentle once more, âI always knew youâd end up together once you both gave up the worldâs most stubborn ass competition.â
Heâs not wrong. Who knew a little communication could go a long way? Certainly not you and Cheol.
Two cars pull up outside the open garage door across the way and you wiggle your fingers in greeting when Vernon, Hoshi, Wonwoo and Jihoon all pop out looking absolutely exhausted. You turn and set Cheolâs mug down on the counter behind you and pull out a stool to take a seat and hang out.Â
âWonwoo wouldnât let us stop for breakfast please tell me there are still leftovers from lunch in the fridge,â Hoshi complains loudly. He absolutely still looks a little drunk.
Jihoon shoves him to the side and makes a beeline for the fridge around the corner, the two of them cursing and bickering as they go. Wonwoo and Vernon pull up a stool next to you and now youâre feeling a little guilty for only bringing one mug down.Â
âWhereâs Cheol?â Wonwoo asks, pushing his glasses up and shaking out his messy hair.
Jeonghan tosses a thumb in his direction, âDelivery.â
Wonwoo nods and Vernon taps your shoulder. âHey, youâre here kinda early. Where did you go last night? Lost you at some point.â
Your cheeks heat. There are some of the guys you make crude jokes with and some you donât - both Vernon and Wonwoo being on one side while Mingyu and Jeonghan are on the opposite. âOh, I uhhh-â
âNotice anyone else missing last night?â
âJeonghan-â
Vernonâs brows pinch together in thought. Mingyu stands up, setting down his tools before wiping his hands on his pants. âYou know,â he grins, âGuy who lives in a garage, goofy laugh, kinda meanâŠâ
Wonwoo breaks out in hysterics and Vernonâs grin is entirely visible though youâre sure he is trying to make it disappear when he says, âOh! Oh okayâŠyeahâŠthat makes sense. So, youâre likeâŠyeah?â
You snort in response nodding your head. âMhm, weâre like yeah.â
âWhoâs like what?â Hoshi says around a mouthful, coming up to join you with Jihoon stomping past him empty-handed to go help Joshua.Â
âHer and Cheol finally got together,â Wonwoo supplies and Hoshiâs eyes light up.
âOh my god!!! Thatâs so exciting!â he dances over and drops his food on the counter, which Mingyu picks up to polish off while heâs distracted. Hoshi wraps you in a bear hug you try to fight off and then youâre up and out of your chair being squeezed and swung around, âThis is such great news!!!â
Thwap.
Hoshi blinks and you slide to the floor. When he touches the back of his head, itâs wet and he turns to find a rag on the ground. It takes less than two seconds to figure out who threw it because itâs Seungcheolâs thundering voice that calls out, âPut her down and get to work, asshole.â
âAsshole?â Hoshi mutters, kicking the rag, âIâm the asshole?â
Jeonghan rolls his eyes, âOh, heâs going to be unbearable,â he smacks your arm lightly, âHey, do us all a favor. Take him back upstairs and tie him up or something would ya?â
âInappropriate,â you snort just before big familiar arms wrap around you from behind.Â
âMorning baby,â he breathes against your hair before heâs planting a hot kiss on the side of your neck, âSleep well?â
Everyone very quickly finds a way to mind their own business.Â
âSlept just fine,â you smile, turning your head to kiss him properly. âNow apologize to Hoshi, you beast.â
He sighs, dropping his head dramatically against your shoulder. âHoshi!â he shouts across the way, âIâm sorry. Order breakfast for everyone on me.â
âAll is forgiven, bro!â Hoshi salutes him in response and the others start gathering to make their requests. Food fixes almost anything in this house.
Cheol laughs and kisses your hair. âHappy?â
âVery,â you hum, turning in his arms, âBrought you coffee but it might be cold by now.â
âThat was nice of you.â Now that youâre finally getting a good look at him you see heâs wearing the dark blue cargo pant, white tank top combo that drives you fucking insane. Youâll sit for literal hours on end just to watch him work on the cars in that exact outfit. Even better when heâs got oil smatterings here and there. The thick leather gloves he sometimes has hanging out of his back posket when not in use.Â
Mechanic Seungcheol is one of your favorite fantasies sprung to life.
âI wasnât doing it out of the kindness of my own heart,â you retort, âI was trying to get something out of you in return.â
âOh?â he smirks, âLike what?â
âKiiiinda hoping Iâd get you back upstairs for a few favors.â
His hands slide along your arms until heâs managed to bring them up and around his neck and then heâs got you caged in, clasping his own low on your back. âIâm sure we can make time for that,â he mumbles along the seam of your lips, brazenly, and very openly making out with you in the next breath like there arenât several people in the garage along with you.
âMAKE IT QUICK. WEâVE GOT SHIT TO DO.â
Cheol tosses up a middle finger in Jeonghanâs general direction and shouts back, âWell, Iâve got your sister to do and thatâs more important. Work can wait.â Your mouth pops open in amusement and he takes advantage of your distraction to hoist you up into his arms, making his way toward the stairs to his apartment again. When he speaks again, itâs only loud enough for you, âI think Iâve got just enough time to fuck you over the kitchen counter and make a fresh pot of coffee before I have to come back down, whoop your brotherâs ass, and get back to work.â
âYour time management skills are-â you cling onto him a little tighter as he starts up the steps, â- very impressive.â
âYou should see my oral presentation skills.â
With that in mind, you lean over his shoulder and shout down, âYOU CAN HAVE HIM BACK IN AN HOUR.â
âAN HOUR?!â Jeonghan hollers back, absolutely exasperated because he knows this is going to be an ongoing battle for months if not years on end. âWHAT PART OF WE GOT SHIT TO DO DID YOU TWO NOT UNDERSTAND?â
Cheol sighs and puts you down to open the door, hanging over the railing with a flat look on his face. âIâll rip the transmission out of your car with my bare hands and toss it into the river if you open this door.â
Jeonghan scoffs but Cheol grins and cuts him off, âAnd then iâll take the knife in your glovebox and split open every individual stitch in the interior.â
Those are serious fighting words between car guys. You think.
Jeonghan narrows his eyes and then huffs, hands on his hips. âYou guys are the worst.â
Cheol blows your brother a kiss as you drag him inside and you can catch a hint of amusement on Jeonghanâs face just before you seal yourselves inside.Â
Youâre okay with being the worst, so is Seungcheol.Â
Maybe being a couple of lowlifes isnât such a bad thing after all.
Thanks for reading! đ
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Just a fluffy little thought. A grumpy, moody, broody Bucky, moping and grumbling through the compound with a scowl on his face. He was restless and annoyed the whole jet ride home. He tosses his bags off to the side, throwing off his tactical gear without a care in the world and Sam and Nat are utterly baffled because the mission was a complete success. Bucky's plan worked perfectly, his strategies were what got them in and out, he'd even saved a group of civilians that were unexpected.
Why was he grumpier than usual?
Because something is not right.
Everyone gathers for dinner and he barely takes a bite. He's shifting his food around his a fork before getting up and sitting on the couch instead with his arms across his chest and shoulders tensed. No one breathes a word, letting him storm to himself. Except you. You'd noticed Bucky's less than pleasant attitude but it doesn't scare you and you felt bad seeing him sitting by himself clearly stewing over something.
Maybe you had a crush on the soldier too. Maybe.
"Hey" You give him a soft smile as you take a seat beside him, still giving him space, "You okay?"
He gives you a shrug in response but that was normal with Bucky. You'd check in again and if he still didn't want to talk, you'd leave him alone.
"What's wrong"
Usually his standard answer of telling people to fuck off was easy but not with you. Never with you. Not when you turn him into a pile of mush and fluff. Bucky's grumpy face turns more into a pout as he contemplates telling you what's been making him so mad.
"My tummy hurts" he mumbles and you have to hold every fiber of your body together to keep from melting into a puddle because he could have said he felt unwell. Stomach pain. Stomach ache.Felt sick. Felt off. He could have said absolutely any other variation of what he was feeling but no.
The poor, grumpy, angry soldier was huffy and puffy because of a tummy ache.
"I'm sorry bub" you coo, not even realizing what you'd called him,"What would make you feel better?" You ask but Bucky doesn't actually know the answer. When he usually felt queasy he'd just grit it out until it went away.
"When I was little, my ma would make me some soup" He wasn't sure if it actually cured anything but he remembered it always being the yummiest thing he'd tasted and the one thing that made him feel all better. "But that was for when I had a cold"
"What about for tummy aches" You asked, noting the way the soldiers cheeks turned pink, his fingers fidgeting with each other. Of course he knew what his ma would do for his little achy belly but it's not like you could help...
"Um, sometimes she'd tuck me in bed and then.."
"Then?" You cock your head in curiosity while Bucky's voice dies on his tongue.
"Then she'd rub my tummy till I went to sleep" He rushes out with a small voice while keeping his eyes trained on his hands. His eyes grow wide at the giggle you let out, worried he'd made a complete idiot of himself, what were you to do with that information, it's not like you'd-
"C'mere" You take his hand gently in yours, gauging his reaction before moving him to lay his head on your lap. Bucky's stomach is now a mess of butterflies and whatever was upsetting him, his muscles melting into Jello as soon as you'd touched him. "Is this okay?" Your hand rests closer to his hip than right on his stomach and Bucky is barely able to squeak out a yes along with a quick nod.
You hum, moving your hand to rub soft circles around his tummy, his firm muscles under making you giddy on the inside. You recollect your nerves, focused on soothing motions, your other hand moving to play with Bucky's hair. You card your fingers through his short chestnut locks, smiling at the way he closes his eyes, his breathing starting to slow, muscles releasing their tenison.
"Better?" You whisper, giggling to yourself at the deep purr he made in response, relaxing with your gentle ministrations. He rolls over, smushing his face against your stomach, far too relaxed to care. The soft snores that follow after let you know the remedy certainly worked. As soon as you move your hand away, he blindly reaches out, placing it right back where it belongs and going back to sleep immediately after, tummy ache all gone, flutterly little butterflies replacing them. He's already dreaming of all the ways he could return the favour.
Isn't he an absolute precious baby.
So cute.
Bonus scene:
Of course the team gawk at what they see; the grumpy soldier now happy as a clam on your lap.
"What's wrong with him?"
"Bucky's tummy hurts" You reply with a smile and honestly the answer sends everyone into chaos.
"Awww Buckyyyy"
"So that's why he was so grumpy. Should've known when he kept pouting everytime we had turbulence"
"AWWWW The winter soldier as a widdle tummy ache?" Sam coos, only to silence his cackles when Bucky's eyes shoot open, staring daggers at him. "Don't give me that look when you're curled up on y/n's lap like a cat"
"Does rubbing it help ya feel all better-oh fuck"
Bucky's glare sends everyone scrambling right out, the empty room leaving him all content again.
Yes.
Rubbing his tummy made him feel all better.
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Toji Fushiguro
Pairing: Firefighter!Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Summary: A question has the power to ruin a whole marriage. After you ask if he's having an affair, Toji is so upset that he canât look at you for too long. Until a tragedy happens and heâs reminded that he canât fathom the thought of living without you.
Warnings: MDNI, firefighter!Toji, talks of cheating, house fire, silent treatment, hurt/comfort, smut, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, choking, breeding kink, cream pie, shower sex, semi-public sex (fire station bathroom), pregnancy reveal (at the end)
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âI missed you, honey.â Toji plops down on the bed, throwing his arm over you. You bite down your lip, holding back tears as you think of the worst. Your husband is a firefighter, heâs always worked long irregular hoursâ But he feels distant lately, leading you to believe something is up. Something thatâs heart wrenching, even if youâre just wrapping your head around it.
You really canât help but think of the worst, even when Toji has shown you nothing but love. Heâs the best husband you could ask for, yet you find yourself scrolling through his phone while he sleeps. The only thing that Tojiâs done is work⊠Yet you wonder if he has someone else since heâs barely home. The fact that youâve read how firemen cheat a lot doesnât really help you either.
His thumb begins to caress your cheek before he whispers, âAre you asleep?â
You donât answer, letting him believe that you are. He whispers the same three little words before kissing your forehead, making it infinitely harder for you to hold back your tears. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, holding back a sob as tears begin to stream down your face. You canât fight them back no matter how hard you try.Â
âWhatâs wrong, darling?â He asks, feeling your hot tears on his fingertips. âDid something happen? Why are you crying?â
âIâm fine.â You answer, turning so youâre not facing him. But itâs obvious that youâre not fine, if you were you wouldnât be crying. Toji wouldnât usually push you to tell him if youâre in a bad mood, but youâre crying so something is clearly wrong and he wants to help. He wonders if itâs something he did wrong, and if itâs that, he wants to fix it.
âLetâs talk so I can help you.â He sounds concerned, and you begin to feel dumb for crying. Toji pulls you close to him, kissing your shoulder, his hands going under your shirt so his thumbs can trace lazy circles on your skin.Â
âTojiâŠâ You begin, and he patiently waits for your next words. Time feels eternal to him, wondering whatâs bugging his precious wife. You sit up on the bed, taking a moment to gather your feelings. You donât want to become a sobbing mess while speaking to him.
âWhatâs wrong, honey?â He asks, following your lead and sitting up as well. He rubs your back, attempting to help you calm down. You take a deep breath before you spit the words out, knowing that dragging it out will make the moment even more interminable for the both of you.
âAre you having an affair?â The words are incoherent since you talk too fast. Toji furrows his brows, confused as to what you said. He asks you to repeat what you just said, slowly, and you regret repeating it so he understands.Â
âAm IâŠâ What?â His face contorts, offended by the mere question. The mere thought would be a disgrace to Toji, and heâd repent a thousand times before thinking again. You bite your tongue, not daring to speak again. He scoffs, âThis is⊠Unbelievable.â
âIâm sorry.â You donât waste a second, but that doesnât fix the mess that you just caused. You donât know what youâve just caused, it could just be the downfall of your marriage. Maybe any other time Toji would be understanding and reassuring, but youâre not seeing that heâs doing all this for you.
âDo you really think so little of me?â He begins and you frantically shake your head, wanting to make it clear that you didnât mean it. Your words wonât leave your throat though, and thatâs not helping your case. He scoffs again. âI devote my whole life to you, and this is what you ask meâŠâ
âToji, Iâ Iâm sorry, I really am. Iâve just been seeing a lot of how firemen tend to cheat, and youâve just been away lately so⊠I just thoughtââ Youâre all over the place, and Toji grows even more annoyed with every sound that leaves your lips. Heâd never think that he would feel like this about your voice, but he canât stand to listen to it.
âSo you just thought Iâd be a dirty piece of shit and do that to you. Got it. So nice to see what the love of my life thinks of me.â Toji answers, standing up from the bed and grabbing his pillow. He canât sleep next to you tonight. The couch will do for tonight⊠And for a couple of days after that.Â
Your bottom lip quivers as you think of how to stop him and how to properly apologize. Youâre in the wrong, you know you are, but you canât speak up. Toji sighs before he begins to walk out of your bedroom. Youâve had many arguments, but never did they end up with him walking out of your shared bedroom and going to the living room to sleep. He tries to talk it out before going to sleep, and if that doesnât work, you sleep with your backs facing each other (even though in the morning you wake up cuddled up). Heâs clearly upset, and you have no idea how to solve it this time.
He slams the door shut, and you blankly stare for a minute before laying back down on the bed. The crying doesnât stop though, instead it gets worse since you know youâve fucked up.
Toji leaves the kitchen and goes to the backyard when you begin to walk to him. He leaves his morning coffee on the counter, a hot cup that he just served to get his morning started. You didnât expect him to react this badly but you understand. If he had accused you of cheating, you wouldnât be too forgiving either.Â
A sigh leaves your lips knowing that your day just started but itâs already a shitty one. You pour yourself a cup of coffee before going to the glass sliding door to watch what your husband does. He cleans up anything that looks out of place, doing stuff that neither of you ever do.Â
You start off your day without speaking to each other, and you think of ways to make it up to him. Thankfully, you have all the time in the world to think about what to do, until you finally land on cooking his favorite meal and taking it to his job. He works a long shift today, and he didnât pack anything to go. Knowing him, Toji will just end up eating instant or something of that sort. Heâs content with it but you know heâd prefer something made by you.
So you cook something for him, one of his favorite meals, saving up the dish that he absolutely loves for dinner. You never really liked the saying that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but itâs fitting for Toji. You make an effort to dress up and look good for himâ In other words, youâre doing everything in your power to make him happy with you again.Â
All eyes are on you when you get to the fire station. Toji seemingly didnât hold back on your argument from last night, and you feel as if everyone is judging you. You canât exactly be upset at him for it, youâve been cursing yourself since last night for bringing it up. But you canât help but feel insecure.
Lately you feel as if youâve changed a lot from the woman that Toji loves, and the fact that heâs been working so much doesnât really ease your nerves. Yes, you shouldâve communicated with him better instead of straight up asking if he was having an affair, but you werenât thinking straight when the question left your lips. It shouldnât matter what they think anyway, youâre here to amend your problems, which half of their partners wouldnât even bother.
You get to the kitchen, finding some of his co-worker but not him. Their eyes fall on the bag you hold, and they begin salivating at the mere thought of the food thatâs inside. If Toji doesnât want it, theyâll take it.Â
âIs he in the training room?â You ask after a simple greeting. They nod in response, and you put the bag on the counter. You point at it, warning them, âThatâs for Toji. Donât touch it unless he doesnât want it.â
âYes, maâam.â They answer, mentally praying that Toji isnât hungryâ Or that heâs too mad that he rejects it. They donât care about the cause, they just want to eat Tojiâs food.Â
Just as you expected, Toji works out in the training room, wearing his uniform pants and a black undershirt. He lifts himself up, a grunt leaving his mouth which lets you know that heâs been at it for a while. You donât mean to interrupt him, leaning on the door frame watching him workout. Itâs a rare sight⊠And itâs certainly doing something to you. You feel your face and body get warm, erotic thoughts filling your mind.
You force yourself to look away, youâre here to apologize to your husband, you canât let other thoughts fill up your mind. Your main and only focus is getting Toji to forgive you. You end up clearing your throat, and Tojiâs eyes land on you. He lets go.
âWhy are you here?â He doesnât bother to greet you. Your presence isnât welcome today, at least thatâs what he makes it sound like. He needs time away from you to calm down and gather his thoughts, but he canât exactly do that with you here. âAre you keeping tabs on me now?â
âIâm just dropping lunch off for you, Toji. Nothing else.â You answer. You bite down your lip, knowing you should say more; you should apologize. You have no idea why, but apologies are so fucking hard. You know youâre in the wrong, but no matter how horrible you feel, admitting youâre wrong just doesnât come easy. You did it last night without a problem, but today itâs hard.
âIs that all?â He asks, and you shake your head. You have more to say, you just have to take a moment before saying it. Toji watches you, waiting for your apology.
âIâm sorry for what I said last night. I shouldnât have said that.â You say, and Toji isnât satisfied with the answer. You shouldnât have just said that, the thought shouldnât have even crossed your mind. âI donât know what came over me⊠I just feel so insecure as I get older and change. Iâve been changing in so many ways, and I feel so different from the woman that you once fell in love with.â
âAnd you just thought that Iâm so horrible that the slightest change would make me look for someone else?â Heâs getting even more upset. You have valid reasons to feel the way youâre feeling, and he partially understands but Toji canât find himself to tell you that he somewhat gets it. He just hates that you even thought heâd do something like that to you when he would burn the world just to see you smile.
âItâs not like that, Tojiââ You take a deep breath. âIâve just been in my head, and youâve also been working a lot and Iâve felt you distant which doesnât really help⊠Iâm sorry.â
âYou donât understand how upsetting it is to hear my own wife say that. Iâd do just anything for you andââ He begins but he canât bring himself to finish his sentence. An exasperated sigh leaves his lips and he shakes his head. âI need time. Just leave. Iâll see you at home.â
âTojiâŠâ You begin, but you end up nodding. âI left some food for you in the kitchen. Love you.â
He hums in response, going back to his work out. Now that stings.Â
Toji regrets giving his wife the silent treatment the moment thereâs an emergency in his home. His heart completely stops beating for a moment, regretting not talking to you for a couple of days. He feels as if the firetruck moves slower today, which makes him want to get out and run to you to assure your safety.Â
A million thoughts run through his head, wondering what happened. But thatâs not what bothers him the most. The thought of your last interaction ending in you telling him you love him and him not answering back will haunt him forever. If something happens to you, heâd never forgive himself.
Thereâs a couple of neighbors huddled up outside, watching the flames that are on the left side of the house. Toji doesnât really have time to watch, he runs into the house to search for you. He feels as if his heart is in his throat, ready to leave his body until he finally finds out. Youâre passed out on the bathroom floor but thankfully away from the fire.
He throws you over his shoulder and carries you out. He gets you to the paramedics, and stays by your side, knowing that everything else is under control. Time goes so slow yet so fast while the paramedics check you, and while youâre out of danger, heâs more nervous than before. The saddest tears spill from his eyes, yet they hold so much relief when heâs assured that youâre okay. The situation couldâve ended much worse, but thankfully youâre okay.Â
Toji has many questions about the situation, wondering what couldâve possibly happened for you to pass out on the bathroom floor like you did. But he doesnât worry about the details, he doesnât care that half of his house is burned, heâs just happy that youâre safe. Your safety is all that matters.Â
When you gain consciousness, youâre bombarded with love from Toji. Toji is off work for a week to make sure that youâre okay, after all, you did faint in the bathroom which caused half of your home to burn down. Tojiâs love is weird though, at least compared to before. Toji isnât verbal with his love, he shows it to you physically. However, the week that he stays by your side, Toji doesnât touch you in any way.Â
Toji views you as fragile, even though you assured him that you were okay after going to the hospital. Itâs as if he doesnât believe you when you tell him that youâre okay, and it irks you. Maybe it irks you more than it should because whenever you try to initiate something with him, he turns you down.
When you kiss his exposed shoulder, hugging his waist from behind, giving him some sort of hint that you need to feel his touch, he stops you. He cuts you off with a yawn, telling you that heâs too tired to do anything. It leaves you frustrated in so many waysâ Not having sex isnât the part that annoys you the most, itâs the fact that Toji is coddling you.Â
Toji doesnât let you do anything he considers mildly dangerous, and he wonât talk about any topic that might upset you. Your argument before the fire hasnât been resolved yet since he dismisses it every time you try to apologize for it.Â
Toji acts as if heâs guilty of something but heâs done nothing wrong.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â Toji asks. Last time he said similar words, his tone was harsher, his anger clear, but right now heâs concerned. Did something happen? You look fine as you sip on some tea⊠He just canât wrap his head around as to why youâre here.
âI think we should have a talk.â You answer. Maybe this could have waited until later, but heâs on a twenty four hour shift and you feel as if your thoughts are getting the best of you again. You watch as everyone scatters out of the kitchen, sensing that the topic that youâre going to talk about is something serious.
âYouâre just here to keep an eye on me, huh?â He jokes, followed by a lighthearted chuckle. You roll your eyes and he begins to walk away, âIâm going to take a shower, we can talk at home.â
You stand up, following behind him, calling out to him, âToji, câmon. We both know that youâre not going to talk when weâre at home. Itâs quick.â
Your words go ignored. Toji gets to the menâs bathroom, practically shutting the door in your face. You cross your arms, staring at the door. He knows youâre too much of a prude to enter the menâs room. You think about how Toji only takes ten minutes in the shower, but you have a feeling that heâll take at least an hour today. You think about leavingâ But no, youâre going to talk to him now. Whether he likes it or not.
You look both ways before barging into the manâs bathroom, and you feel your face get hot, embarrassment taking over you the moment you step a foot inside. Thereâs luckily no one inside, so you have no reason to actually be embarrassed. You lock the door behind you before looking for Toji. Your ears follow the sound of the water droplets that hit the ground until you land on the closed curtain.Â
âToji.â You call out his name, yet he doesnât answer. If itâs not him, you could crawl into a hole and die of shame, but you know itâs him. Thereâs no one else in here. âToji Fushiguro, I swearââ
You shut your eyes before you take a deep breath. You begin to get undressed, getting more and more irritated by the second. Once youâre completely bare, you open the shower curtain and enter the shower. You almost squeal at the cold water, but you get used to the feeling quickly. He lets out a low laugh when he feels your arms wrap around him, feeling your warmth behind him.
âYou should warn a guy. I almost punched you but then I felt a pair of boobs press against my back.â Toji says as you press a kiss on his wet back. He heard you call out his name, he knew it was you. Toji isnât deaf even though he loves to pretend like he is hard of hearing.
âIâll fucking kill you. I called out your names a couple of times.â You tell him. Heâs smiling as he turns around to face you. He kisses the top of your head as you hug him tight, and it feels like the first touch youâve gotten from him after some time. It makes you feel warm inside, a smile unwillingly coming to your lips. âNow you have to talk to me.â
âIsnât that what we do daily.â Toji answers, and your bottom lip sticks out.
âAbout serious matters, Toji.â You respond, and a sigh leaves his lips. He canât escape thisâ Although he isnât exactly upset with the situation. âCâmon. Iâm fine, am I not? We can talk. You were upset before.â
âYeah⊠But I overreacted.â He replies. He had the right to be upset, but he regrets not saying that he loves you back. He canât forgive himself for almost letting your last real interaction end with him just humming when you told him you loved him. âYou tried to talk to me and I was⊠A little bitch.â
âA little bitch, really?â You canât help but giggle. He couldâve used any other words to describe himself. âIâm glad you came to your senses.â
âBut look what had to happen for me to use my brain.â Tojiâs fingers caress your back. You press a kiss on his chest before your hands go to the back of his neck, pulling his head down so you can kiss his lips.Â
âYou were rightfully upset⊠You did drag it out a bit though.â You tell him, and he laughs. He did. He had your perspective and he still treated you harshly. He canât help but think that this whole incident wouldnât have happened if he treated you better in that moment. He also thinks that youâre hiding something from him about your health because last time you were honest with him, he had a bad reaction.
âAre you really okay, though? Is there anything wrong with your health?â He asks, and you shake your head in response. Itâs the truth, youâre more than okay. But it isn't so easy to believe that, after all, you wouldnât have fainted if your health was completely fine.Â
âIâm more than okay.â You reassure him. You press your lips against his again. âWhy are you so⊠Distant?â
âWhat do you mean distant?â He furrows his brows in confusion. If anything, heâs closer to you than ever. You bite down your lip before you say,
âThis is the longest youâve held me ever since our argument⊠You donât try to touch me anymore.âÂ
âIâŠâ He begins, and you watch his eyes tear up. You didnât mean for that to happen. You peck his lips, hoping that itâll make the tears go away. He smiles before telling you, âIâm just an idiot.â
âIs that all you have to say?â You ask him. He canât bring himself to say it. He felt too guilty to touch you. He couldâve avoided it all. A simple kiss just takes him back to that momentâ He feels unworthy of you and of your touch. But right now he feels different. He shouldâve told you he loved you back. All his hopes and dreams with you almost slipped away, and heâs at fault for that. He hums in response, thatâs all heâs willing to share.Â
âDid you lock the door before coming in here?â He changes the topic. A mischievous look comes to your face, which is the answer to his question. He doesnât waste a second before his lips land on yours, his tongue moving past your parted lips and into your mouth. You pull him closer to you as your tongue presses against his.Â
Tojiâs hand goes down and grabs a handful of your ass before he practically pushes you against the wall of the shower. The kiss gets more heated by the second, and every ounce of shame leaves your body as you feel his hot hands on your now cold body. He manages to set your body on fire even in such cold water.
âI need you so badly.â You mutter when he pulls away from your lips, kissing your jaw following down your neck. His hands fondle your breast as your hand goes down to his erection. Even in cold water you get him so fucking hard. His index finger and thumb pinch one of your nipples, while he kisses down your neck and to your chest. His mouth wraps around your other nipple, and he sucks.
You begin to stroke his cock, eager to feel him inside of you. You need his touch now more than ever. Youâre needy. Tojiâs hand goes down to your cunt, two fingers running through your folds, making your thighs squeeze out of pure excitement. Toji unlatches, getting down to his knees to do what he shouldâve done a long time ago.
He kisses your clit before his tongue runs through your folds. Heâs fucking missed your tasteâ And the way you softly moan when his tongue moves on your cunt. His tongue focuses on your clit while two of his fingers tease the entrance of your cunt.Â
He pushes two fingers in, making a breathy moan leave your lips. Your hand slaps over your mouth, remembering the place youâre at. They canât hear you, youâre safe, but panic still sets in. Toji stops flicking your clit to tell you, âI need to hear you, baby. Want you to be loud.â
âNot here, Toji.â You whisper, cut off by a moan as his fingers curve so they brush against your sweet spot. Tojiâs mouth doesnât waste time going back to your cunt, quickly getting used to the taste and not being able to stay away from it for too long. You canât help but mutter, âYouâre doing so goodâ FuckâŠâ
Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Toji does everything in his power to make you feel on cloud nine. The best way he knows how to apologize. You canât argue with it, not when youâre on the verge of screaming his name because heâs making you feel so good.
Heâs working you up, leading you up to your climax. The pressure on your lower abdomen builds up and just as your release nears, he pulls his fingers out, leaving your cunt to clench around nothing. He rises from between your legs, his lips messily kissing yours again.
âNeed to feel you around me, baby.â Tojiâs voice and actions are filled with desperation. You canât judge him because you feel the same way. Toji runs the tip of his cock through your folds before reaching the entrance. He slaps the tip on your cunt, teasing you. He would almost make you beg for it, but he canât wait any longer. He slowly pushes himself in, hissing as he feels your cunt take him in.
He gives you a moment to adjust to the sudden change before he begins to thrust in and out of you. Youâre struggling, holding back moans in the back of your throat. Itâs hard when his cock feels so perfect inside of you.
âItâs so good, Toji.â Youâre so quiet, he fucking hates it. He loves when youâre loud, letting him know just how good you feel because of him. Itâd be so embarrassing for his co-workers to hear, but fuck, is it painful to not hear your sweet voice.
Tojiâs hand goes to your throat, lightly squeezing. His index and middle finger go up and reach your lips, and as soon as your mouth slightly parts, the two fingers enter your mouth. His lips go down to kiss your shoulder before he bites down. He canât help but tell you, âYou feel so perfect around me, baby.âÂ
âToji-â You sound so pathetic. He wants to hear you scream his name, but he knows you wonât. Itâs surprising that youâre even doing this with him. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, moving them down to play with your clit. You moan his name again, but louder.
âNeed to tell you how much I love you.â Tojiâs lips go to your ear. He moans in your ear as he feels your cunt squeeze around him, and fuck, he knows he wonât last long. Youâre just so nice and warm around him, he swears this is heaven. âNeed to give you all my cum, baby. Youâd like that? You want my cum, baby?â
âI need your cum, Toji.â You begin to squeeze around him. Toji loves to tease you about knocking you up, and it always riles you up. You shut your eyes as your hands go into his shoulders and your nails dig into his soft flesh. Youâre so close to your release.
âIâll give it to you, baby. Iâll knock you up.â He watches your face filled with pleasure. Itâs taking everything in him to not lose control.
âToji!â You see white, reaching your climax. He holds on to you as your legs become weak for that moment.Â
He keeps moaning into your ear and telling you, âNeed to knock up your sweet little pussy.â
His thrusts become unregulated. He doesnât want to stop now but he does have to go back to work before an emergency pops up. He wishes he could spend all day beside you, making you feel so good. Toji finally moans your name, as his warm cum fills you up.
You spend a moment in silence, hearing the water hit the ground before he pulls out. You quietly clean yourselves up, and you almost gag knowing that youâll be smelling like a three-in-one old spice body wash for the rest of the day.
âHow am I going to sneak out of here, Toji?â You ask when he turns off the faucet. He shrugs in response. Maybe getting in the shower with him wasnât the best idea. Your wet hair is a dead giveaway at the fact that you were doing something that you werenât supposed to be doing.Â
Toji gives you the towel that he was going to use, while drying himself up with the towel that was meant for his hair. He picks up your clothes from the floor, setting them down on the sink. âJust ignore them. We werenât the first people to do this, and I doubt weâll be the last.â
âItâs still embarrassing.â You respond, and Toji furrows his brows in confusion before a chuckle escapes his lips.
âGood thing it wasnât my idea. Let me remind you that you came in uninvited. Plus, they should be understanding since half of our house is getting renovated.â Toji answers, making you roll your eyes. Your bedroom and bathroom is still intact, itâs really no excuse.
âYeah, whatever.â You arenât exactly too upset since things are back to being somewhat normal. You begin to put your clothes back on, as Toji mindlessly watches you. You tilt your head to the side before asking, âIs everything okay?â
âI know Iâm all talk and shit about knocking you up butâŠâ He begins, and itâs an unexpected topic. Youâre fighting back a smile as you hear him say, âDonât you want to start a family soon?â
âOh, Toji.â You finish putting on your shirt, stepping closer to him and kissing his cheek. It's a weird response⊠Is that a yes? He thinks so at least. âIâve been keeping something from you.â
âHuh?â Heâs scared of what youâre going to say next. âWhatâŠ?â
âWhen I went to the doctor, there wasnât anything wrong with me exactly⊠Nothing concerning.â You begin, and he grows impatient as he waits for you to get to the point. âI was feeling dizzy and all while cooking so I thought going to the bathroom and washing my face real quick would help me, but I fainted.â
âYeah, I know that. Youâve told me a couple of times.â He interrupts you since heâs too impatient. âWhat are you keeping from me?â
âIâm pregnant.â You blurt out, and Tojiâs eyes widen. Are his ears deceiving him? He stares at you in shock for a moment before you repeat, âIâm pregnant, Toji.â
âIââ Heâs speechless. He canât say anything, but he can wrap his arms around you and kiss all over your face. This news is the best news heâs gotten in his lifeâ Sure he was expecting this to happen a couple months into the future, but he certainly isnât upset about it. He tells you over and over again, âThank you, my love.â
You were worried about his reaction because your life isnât all that ideal right now, but heâs over the moon. And so are you. Tojiâs nose is nuzzled in the crook of your neck as he holds onto you. He holds still for a moment, until you finally tell him, âGo put on some clothes, Toji. Half of your dick is still hanging out.â
âWait for me so I can escort you out.â He responds. Itâs like he wants to parade you after fucking you in the bathroom.Â
He smirks at you. Thatâs exactly what he wants to do.
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casts, broken arms, & snuggles
alexia putellas x reader - part of the mila verse :)
an accident at the park pulls alexia from training and to the hospital, where she finds both her girls not doing their best. everyone is very overwhelmed with their feelings, and maybe don't handle it the way they should. basically, protective panicked alexia and insecure reader. a bit of angst / injuries / concussions symptoms, mostly fluff.
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You knew Alexia would panic. There wasnât much you could do about that. Especially not when the only way you had to reach her was through the staff. It was somewhat of a bad omen within the team, having a staff member walk outside with a phone call for you. It only happened in an emergency, and unfortunately, this definitely counted as an emergency. When one of the assistant coaches, Xavi, answered the phone, he seemed to be on the same page as you.Â
âTry to act calm, otherwise sheâll just freak out.âÂ
âI am not sure there is much I can do to avoid her having a nervous breakdown.â Xavi stated. You heard him call Alexia over, and tried to shush the very upset almost 3 year old in your arms.Â
âAmor, what is wrong?âAlexia asked, practically tearing the phone out of Xaviâs hand as soon as she heard who was calling.Â
âEverything is fine, okay? There was just a little accident.â You began, speaking in a soothing, calming tone, the same one youâd been using on the baby.Â
âWhat kind of accident?âÂ
âMeels fell at the park-âÂ
âÂĄAY DIOS MIO!â Alexia shouted. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.Â
âAle, breathe. She fell off the slide and I think her arm might be broken. She wonât let me touch it and she hasnât stopped crying.â
âBroken?!â Alexia squeaked.Â
âOw.â Mila whimpered, frowning unhappily at her arm from where she sat in your lap. âHurts, Mama.âÂ
âI know, baby.â You told her. âAle, the ambulance is here to take us to the hospital do you-âÂ
âWhat were you doing? Were you not watching her? Why weren't you watching her, why did she fall?â Alexia snapped.Â
You bit back the retort you had ready, knowing this was just a result of her fear for Mila. You werenât happy with what sheâd said, but that could be dealt with later. âWeâre leaving now for the hospital. Meet us there.â You said coldly, before hanging up the phone without saying anything else. Alright, you were pretty upset, and you let it show. You had already been beating yourself up for what had happened, thinking the things that Alexia had said.Â
As you and Mila got loaded into the ambulance, you realized you hadnât mentioned something important to your wife. No doubt, she was hauling ass to the hospital, so sheâd find out soon enough.
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Alexia burst into the room in a flutter of chaos, throwing the curtain aside and looking around frantically. Mila was sitting in your lap, holding her arm awkwardly away from her body, while you ran your fingers through her wavy brown hair and tried to keep her calm. Both of you looked at Alexia when she walked in, her panic clear on her face. She was sweaty, still in her training kit, and her eyes were only on her daughter.
âMila, mi bebĂ©,â she said gently, moving closer to the bed.Â
âMami!â Mila cried, a pout on her small face, holding her arm out for Alexia to see. She squirmed in your lap, trying to get closer to your wife, but you both made sure she stayed carefully where she was.Â
âPobrecita,â Alexia murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and pressing repeated kisses to her babyâs head. She stared hard at Milaâs already swollen arm, trying to stifle her own tears. You werenât pleased with Alexia, but you werenât particularly upset that she hadnât even glanced at you, her attention fully on Mila. âWhat happened?âÂ
Milaâs voice wobbled as she began to talk, reaching out with her good hand to grip onto a few of Alexiaâs fingers.. âFell! Off the slide. Mama tried to catch me, but now she has an ouchie too.âÂ
Alexiaâs eyes flew to you, seeing for the first time the towel and large ice pack pressed to the back of your head. Her heart sank. She knew before that she would have to apologize for what she had said, and now she knew sheâd have to do even more groveling. Especially if the hurt look on your face was any indication.Â
âAmor,â she sighed, reaching for your hand. You pulled it away, refusing to make eye contact with her.Â
âIâm fine.â You dismissed. âMilaâs got a basic fracture, just a month or so in a cast to fix it. Theyâll be in to put it on soon.âÂ
âMama needs stitches.â Mila whispered conspiratorially to her Mami.Â
Alexiaâs face grew, somehow, even more upset. âWhat happened, mi amor?âÂ
Still avoiding her eyes, you spoke quietly. âI was going to catch her at the bottom of the slide, but she stood up at the top and fell off the side.âÂ
âAnd your head?â Alexia asked, leaning closer to try and inspect your injury. Mila looked up at you with concern, her expression matching her Mamiâs almost exactly. Where Alexiaâs fingers were gentle as they cradled your head, Milaâs were clumsy and clunky as she tried to run her fingers through your hair. It was something you did to make her feel better, and she thought that maybe it would make your frown go away, too.Â
âI tried to catch her in time, but I slipped and hit my head on the edge of the slide. And I didnât really catch her.â You admitted, slightly embarrassed at that fact. Alexia would have caught Mila, you were sure.Â
âItâs okay, Mama, you tried your best!â Mila said encouragingly, parroting back something you and Alexia must have told her a hundred times. Her arm temporarily forgotten, Mila shifted so she could lean up and press a kiss to your cheek, before she snuggled closer to your chest.Â
Your wifeâs eyes were stuck on your daughter, practically turning into hearts as she took in how sweet and caring her baby was. You couldnât blame her; you felt the same. That you had created such a perfect little person would never cease to amaze you.Â
âThank you, my baby.â You mumbled, wincing slightly as you shifted, trying to keep Milaâs arm in a safe position. Every movement of your upper body sent waves of pain through your head, but you didnât want Mila to know how upset you were.Â
âMi amor, I-â
Whatever Alexia was about to say was cut off completely as the doctor entered the room, introducing herself to your wife, and beginning to talk Mila through the process of getting the cast put on. There were some tears, wiped away quickly by her Mami, as they began to wrap up her arm.Â
Once the nurses had taken over, and began adding the colored plaster to the cast, and Mila was suitably distracted, the doctor regarded you.Â
âAlright, letâs get that head wound taken care of.â She said kindly, motioning you over to a chair in the corner of the room. She stood by your head, beginning to clean the wound and prepare to stitch it up.
You shut your eyes tightly, trying to keep your wincing to a minimum. Alexia watched on worriedly from her spot next to Mila, knowing how much you hated needles. The midfielder so wanted to comfort you through this, but she also didnât want to leave Mila alone if she was still upset. So, she did what youâd spent many years helping her do, and communicated.Â
âMilabear? Can I go hold your Mamaâs hand while she gets her stitches?â She whispered, heart melting at how Mila looked over at you, and nodded enthusiastically.Â
âGo help Mama.â She said bravely, feeling much better now that she had her red cast on her arm, and that the nurse had given her some goldfish. Mila munched away happily, her eyes trained on the TV hanging on the wall, and Alexia had never been more grateful for having such an independent and resilient child than she was in that moment.Â
Your eyes were still shut, a few tears escaping as you tried very hard to act like the adult you were. You startled a bit when Alexia crouched in front of you and took your hand. Opening your eyes, you tried to breathe deeply, feeling the doctor begin to thread the needle through the skin of your scalp. A small, rather pathetic whimper fell from your lips, and Alexia brought your hand to her lips, pressing kisses to the back of it. Her adoring gaze only made more tears fall, and you felt completely ridiculous.Â
âYou are okay, amor. It will be over soon.âÂ
Every tear that fell was gently swiped away by your wife. The doctor worked as carefully as she could, but there were still tugs on your skin that had shivers running down your spine, and your stomach churning. There was only so much Alexia could do to help, but luckily, it wasnât a very large wound, and the doctor was done within a few minutes, cutting the excess thread and reaching for a white bandage. She wrapped that around your head, holding a piece of gauze in place, which really felt like overkill.Â
âOkay, done.â The doctor announced, removing her gloves and stepping away from your chair. Alexiaâs earlier words forgotten, you stood shakily to your feet, allowing yourself to fall into your wifeâs open arms.Â
âYou did so good.â She whispered, smiling despite herself at the bandage wrapped around your head. You looked adorable, frowning up at her with tears in your eyes, looking somewhat like a disgruntled mummy.Â
âMama?â Mila called from her spot on the bed.Â
You wiped at your eyes quickly, plastering a smile on your face as you walked over to your daughter. âHi Meels.âÂ
âAll better, Mama?â She asked, reaching both of her arms out for you to pick her up, which you did easily.
âAll better.â You confirmed, holding her as close as you could.Â
âAlmost all better.â The doctor smiled, turning to your wife. âShe has a mild concussion with the impact on the ground, so sheâs going to need to take it easy for a few days. I am assuming you know concussion protocol, Ms. Putellas?âÂ
âYes, yes of course.â Alexia said, her eyes squinting with concern as she studied you. âI will take good care of her.âÂ
âMe too!â Mila added, squirming in your hold until she could loop her arms around Alexiaâs neck and shift over into her arms.Â
Your wife very hesitantly pulled you into her as the doctor left the room. You tilted your head to make eye contact with her, still with a small frown on your face. It was clear that you were still upset with your wife, but the determination in her eyes told you sheâd do anything to fix it.Â
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Apparently, anything consisted of making you sit on the couch next to Mila, holding an ice pack to your head, and not daring to move. Your wife went from room to room, collecting anything she had determined you or Mila might need. It was endearing, but also somewhat frustrating when sheâd appear to hand you something, and go flitting off before you could just ask her for what you really wanted: for her to sit on the couch with the two of you, and relax.Â
Stressed Alexia made you stressed, but you knew this was just how she was coping with what had happened today. Alexia always held a lot of guilt for the little moments she missed while at work; any milestone that Mila achieved while Alexia wasnât around was downright painful for your wife. She was a protective person, and you knew she was even more bothered because both you and Mila were hurt, and she hadnât been there to help either of you.Â
You and Mila sat side by side, heads moving back and forth like you were watching a tennis match. In fact, you were just watching Alexia disappear and reappear with Milaâs favorite toy, a blanket, your favorite sweatshirt, a snack, some water, more ice, more painkillers and 6 different pillows for Mila to rest her cast on. You were exhausted just watching her.Â
She appeared back in the living room like a ghost the minute you stood up, her hands grabbing onto your shoulders and gently pushing you back down onto the couch.Â
âAle, just let me-â
âNo! Sit.â Alexia insisted, ignoring the small giggle from her daughter.Â
You rolled your eyes, shrugging out from under her grip and standing anyway. âAlexia, I have to go to the bathroom. You canât do that for me.âÂ
Alexia had the decency to blush, at least. âOkay. Iâll walk you there.â She decided, grabbing your hand and beginning to escort you to the bathroom. Honestly.Â
Always her motherâs shadow, Mila got up too, and grabbed your other hand. âMami I can-â
âNo. Sit!â Alexia repeated, though with a small smile as she regarded her daughter. âMila, you stay there. I can take care of everything.âÂ
âBut Mami-â
âNo! I can help Mama, you need to rest.â Your wife said, ignoring the amused look you were giving her, too focused on the attitude suddenly radiating off your daughter.Â
âMami. I have to go potty too.â Mila said exasperatedly. Ale blushed further, nodding as she allowed Mila to accompany you both towards the bathroom. You turned your snort of laughter into a fake cough, knowing that Alexia could be sensitive to being teased about her over protectiveness. And, well⊠it seemed Mila was holding her own in showing her Mami how ridiculous she was being.Â
Once youâd arrived at the bathroom door, which took significantly longer than was necessary due to your wife and her mini-me insisting on walking slowly so as to not aggravate your head wound. You indulged them, only putting your foot down when both of them began to follow you into the bathroom.Â
âNo. Enough. I can do this myself.â You sighed, looking between both Alexia and Milaâs skeptical expressions.Â
âBut what if-â
âMama, I can-â
You interrupted both of them by shutting the door and letting out a deep sigh. If you didnât have a scar across your abdomen that told you that youâd birthed Mila, youâd be sure she was Alexiaâs genetic clone.Â
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The rest of the night consisted of overwhelming amounts of hovering, from your wife and daughter both. Alexia took turns fussing over you, and fussing over Mila, until you were sure you were going to make her sleep on the couch or something, before she suggested waking you up every 20 minutes and performing a cognitive test.Â
Alexia had just barely put Mila down in her toddler bed when she heard you call for her. There was urgency in your voice, but it was still obvious that you were trying to keep your voice down for Milaâs benefit. It had been hard enough to get the toddler to sleep; she had become suddenly very tearful once it was time for bed, because her favorite pajama shirt didnât fit over her cast. It had taken one of Alexiaâs t-shirts, around 45 minutes of cuddles, and 4 different stories, for her to finally settle.Â
âAlexia,â you whisper yelled, shutting your eyes as the dizziness got worse. You heard Alexia rush down the hall towards you and willed yourself to hold on just a moment longer.Â
Alexia ran into the room, seeing you with your head in your hands, sitting up in the bed. âWhat is it, amor?âÂ
âIâm gonna be sick,â you managed, pressing a hand to your mouth as Alexia sprung into action.Â
âOkay, okay, just hold on one second.âÂ
Just in time, Alexia thrust the bedroom trash can in front of you. You were sick, retching into the trash can uncomfortably. Your wife pulled your hair back, being careful to not jostle the skin around your stitches, tying it into a very loose bun. She rubbed your back soothingly, pressing kisses into the side of your head until you were done.Â
âOh, amor, I am so sorry.â She murmured, taking the trash can from you once you were done. She was going to take it out of the room, but then she noticed the tears in your eyes, and decided that could wait until later.Â
You curled into her when she sat by your legs and pulled you into her arms. Within a second, you were sobbing brokenly into her shirt, incapable of resisting how comforted you felt when she held you.Â
Alexia whispered soft reassurances into your hair, beginning to think you were upset about more than just feeling so unwell. âAmor, is it your head? Or something else?âÂ
You shook your head weakly into her chest, sucking in a few breaths before you tried to respond. âMeels broke her arm and itâs all my fault.â You said miserably.Â
âNo no no, do not say that. It was not your fault, you did the best you could.â Alexia rushed to make you feel better, but thatâs all it felt like; something she was saying just to make you feel better.
âYou would have caught her.âÂ
Alexiaâs chest squeezed uncomfortably, knowing that she was partially at fault for how guilty you felt right now. Even if what sheâd said had been in the heat of the moment, and it was just a reflection of how upset she was, of course youâd taken it to heart.Â
âIt was an accident, mi amor. It is no oneâs fault. Sometimes kids fall, sometimes they get hurt. It happens.â
âBut Ale, it wouldnât have happened if you had been with her. Youâre just⊠so much better at this than I am.â You mumbled, refusing to untuck your face from Alexiaâs shirt, even as she tried to get you to.Â
âThat is so not true.â Alexia insisted. âYou cracked your head open trying to make sure Mila didnât get hurt. That is not something a bad mother does.âÂ
You ignored her logic, wiping a tear away with that back of your hand. âYou were right earlier. I should have been watching closer.â
Alexia shook her head again. âNo. I was-â
âYou blamed me then, whatâs changed?â You snapped, not quite sure where all of these negative emotions were coming from, or why your mood was changing at the drop of a hat. Sad and guilty one second, angry the next. It wasnât fair to Alexia, who was just trying to make you feel better, but there wasnât any room for rationality in your jumbled head.Â
Luckily, your wife didnât seem to take your words or your tone personally. Instead, she tucked a piece of hair back behind your ear and softly kissed your forehead, showing more patience than you were sure you deserved.
âI donât blame you. I was terrified earlier, but that is no excuse. This was not your fault and Iâm sorry I made you feel like it was. So sorry, amor.â Her voice was sweet and you could feel how sincere she was, just from the way her hand gently cradled your cheek.Â
Nodding shakily, you took a deep breath, suddenly feeling more than a little exhausted. âIâm sorry, Ale, I just-â
Alexia cut you off, though, placing her index finger over your lips. She looked stern again, like she had before when she was making sure you stayed on the couch and didnât move. âItâs okay. No apologies. You are overwhelmed and hurt and exhausted. You need rest, we can talk about this more tomorrow if we need to.âÂ
You nodded your agreement, shifting uncomfortably as you glared down at your pillows. Your head absolutely throbbed, and you hadnât even tried to rest it on the pillow yet.Â
âI donât know how Iâm gonna sleep.â You mumbled, brow furrowing in confusion when Alexia smiled cheekily at you.
ïżœïżœI do!â She said enthusiastically, quickly tucking herself under the covers and pulling you to lay on her chest. Your head was completely safe from any contact with anything, and you found so much peace in the steady thump of Alexiaâs heartbeat in your ear.Â
She was a miracle worker, Alexia. Just when you thought you were going to explode with the amount of thoughts swirling around in your head, she quieted your brain with a few words and a few kisses.Â
Unfortunately, as comfortable as you were, sleep did not seem to be in the cards for either of you. At least, not yet. No sooner than your eyes had fallen shut, and Alexia had settled comfortably into the pillows did you both hear the creak of Milaâs door opening.Â
You exchanged a glance with your wife, keeping completely silent, knowing that sometimes Mila would come check on you both during the night, before heading back to her room. You heard her little steps padding down the hall, a small gasp, and then a loud thump.Â
Alexia was out of bed before Mila could even cry out. âStay there!â She threw over her shoulder, causing you to sit back down on the bed with a grumble. You were glad Alexia hadnât turned the light off earlier, as she sprinted carelessly out of the room towards your daughter.Â
âMama!â Mila sobbed, her little voice breaking your heart. She wanted you, and it took everything in you to not go to her in that moment, knowing that Alexia would bring her to you.Â
âItâs okay, cariño, Iâm here.â Alexia soothed, Milaâs cries becoming muffled by her Mamiâs shirt.Â
Still, you could make out her next words very clearly. âI want Mama,â Mila demanded.Â
Alexia just shushed her, a few seconds passing before they both appeared in the doorway. Milaâs face was red and stained with tears, her cast cradled to her chest. She reached for you as soon as she saw you, and Alexia wasted no time in bringing her over.Â
âCareful, Milabear,â she reminded softly, handing the toddler over to you. Mila curled up against your chest, and you rubbed her back soothingly, exchanging a worried glance with your wife.Â
Mila was a rough and tumble kid; she fell often, and really only cried if she was actually hurt. Sometimes, not even then. She was like her Mami in that way, so her inconsolable tears now terrified you.Â
âI think she tripped over my shirt.â Alexia murmured, running her hands through her daughterâs hair. Dressed in one of Alexiaâs old warm up shirts, Mila surely had tripped over the hem of it. You could see this information really sinking into your wifeâs head, as she began to gnaw on her bottom lip, worry and guilt clouding her face. Â
âBaby, did you trip?â You asked, easing Mila away from your body so you could get a good look at her face. She nodded, looking between you and your wife, her bottom lip jutting out adorably.Â
âWoke up and my arm hurt, and I wanted to sleep in here but I couldnât see and I fell.â Mila said. âMamaâs shirt is too big.â She continued forlornly, as if just now realizing this piece of information.Â
Alexia looked truly distressed, opening her mouth to apologize for allowing Mila to sleep in her shirt, even though you knew the toddler had cried and cried until Alexia had finally given in to what she wanted, if only so she could sleep. You spoke before Alexia could, though, pushing a lock of hair out of your babyâs face.Â
âDid you bump your arm when you fell?â You asked. Mila nodded, sniffling sadly. âDoes it hurt a lot more or just a little bit more?âÂ
âA lot at first. Just a little bit now.â Mila said bravely, peeking at her Mami out of the corner of her eye. She loved to act tough, your little girl, but she was only three, and broken bones hurt.Â
Alexia still hovered on your side of the bed, looking like she wanted to cry.Â
âAlright, Mami will go get you some ice, and you can sleep in here with us tonight. Deal?âÂ
Mila nodded, flopping forward again to rest on your chest. The fact that her mood didnât even really lift when you told her she could sleep with the two of you told you that she was really hurting.Â
Without a word, only a soft kiss placed on Milaâs forehead, Alexia headed for the freezer. She walked calmly out of the room, but both you and Mila heard the unmistakable sound of her running her way to the kitchen, and running back.Â
âMamiâs running.â Mila said, a small smile adorning her face. You laughed quietly, doing your best to keep your smile in check as Alexia slowed to a walk just before walking through the bedroom door, acting as though sheâd walked the whole way.Â
The blonde had returned with the biggest ice pack you had, the one that sheâd used on her knee. She wrapped it meticulously around Milaâs arm, handed her a small sippy cup [of what looked suspiciously like juice, even though Mila was only supposed to have water this late at night], and some childrenâs pain medicine.Â
It was only when Alexia slipped back into bed that she spoke, addressing her daughter with a deep sadness in her voice. âIâm sorry about your shirt, cariño, I shouldnât have let you wear it.âÂ
Mila gave her a strange look, scooting out of your lap to lay directly on top of your wife. Her little fingers grabbed onto her Mamiâs shirt, even the oneâs restrained by her cast twisting into the fabric. âItâs okay, Mami. Was an accident.âÂ
You smiled at your girls, watching Alexiaâs face melt from guilt into adoration as she leaned down to kiss all over Milaâs face. Your daughter giggled, and your heart soared at the sound, more than happy that she had stopped crying and cheered up.Â
Mila settled back down against her Mami, reaching one hand out to latch onto your shirt and attempt to pull you closer. âMama, closer.â She complained, huffing when you didnât budge.Â
Alexia frowned, worried you would put yourself into an uncomfortable position with your head in order to make Mila happy, but luckily, your daughter seemed to have the same thought.Â
âNot on your back Mama! You gotta lay on your front. Here, lay on Mami.â Mila offered, whacking Alexia in the face with her cast as she struggled to move over. You snorted at the disgruntled look on your wifeâs face, ignoring the fake glare she sent back your way.
It took some maneuvering from everyone involved before Mila was curled up against one side of Alexiaâs chest, and you were resting with your cheek pressed into on the other side. Only once you and Mila were both comfy did Alexia kiss Mila on the forehead, and you chastly on the lips.Â
And it was only when Mila had drifted off, soft puffs of air leaving her as she gripped onto both you and your wife, that you relaxed. Alexia gave you a knowing smile, well aware that your daughter's insistence that you hold her when sheâd gotten hurt, and that you be included in the bedtime snuggles, had put to rest your worries that youâd failed her today.Â
It all evened out, in parenthood. You couldnât forget that. Tomorrow, when Alexia would turn away for a split second too long during breakfast and Mila would end up with syrup in her hair, youâd be even more sure of that. Mistakes didnât change how much you or Alexia loved Mila, or how much she loved both of you.Â
Mila didnât keep score. She just loved you both, and that was that.Â
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đŒynopsis. in which you convince your boyfriend to play dress to impress with you, will they slay the runway? đčairing. enha!member x female!reader đ°enre. fluff, crack, trendy. đarnings. curse words, not proofread, riki is that annoying player and almost all the members are bad at this game ă
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⥠đȘmelie's đ·ote: oh gosh i had so much fun writing this, especially because i am addicted to this game lol anyway, do you guys have any headcanon request? i am curious...
â đ±eeseung: gets upset but doesn't quit playing.
you might be wondering why heeseung changed his mood like that, and that's because placing on the podium in dress to impress is hard â for him. in the beginning, and sometimes unfair. when you told him you wanted to play with him â your boyfriend was feeling very happy and giddy, creating his account the same second, not knowing how he would feel a few rounds later...
"BRO?! HOW DID SHE PLACED?!" he screamed after standing up from bed while his hands rested against his head, indignant. "LOOK AT ME, I LOOK MUCH PRETTIER!" and heeseung turned his ipad screen at you after laying back on his stomach on bed. "hee, baby... your skin is literally blue, that's not what coquette means..." you replied. "nonsense, even my fit is better! and you placed second you can't say shit! i am not playing this game anymore." he argued, throwing his ipad away from him. "don't quit, continue playing with me," you pouted, waiting for a new round to start. "i'm sorry, baby, but this game is absolutely dog shi- a new round has begun?" when the sound of a new round starting echoed, his mind seemed to have changed. "... yeah?" "okay, maybe one more round won't hurt..."
â đłongseong: gets into arguments with 8 year olds.
jongseong is a good, caring, handsome and mature boyfriend, however, immatureness possesses him when playing dress to impress. just to clear things up you had asked him to play the game with you before, so nothing was new to him â neither to you: hearing him raging about a girl talking shit about his fashion sense. i can't forget to mention that he takes this game very serious â especially when his girlfriend has an awesome ranking.
"look at me, i look so good," "yeah... you do..." you couldn't ignore how terribly your boyfriend's makeup was done. "give me five stars, okay?" "'kay..." "baby, if this girl tells me i look terrible one more time i'll do something really bad." "babe-" " 'you look ugly'...?" he read the chat. open his microphone: "SHUT UP, YOUR FIT LOOKS LIKE A TRASH BAG AND A PIECE OF SHIT JUST HAD A BABY," "JAY! she's a kid!" "and i am eating with this outfit- tha-that's how you guys say right? eat and all...?" "yes, you ate that outfit up babe."
â đłaeyun: you have to be patient.
don't get me wrong, jaeyun is good at games, however, not in this one specifically. it took him about two days just to learn how to walk on roblox's games and how to jump, etc. imagine when you introduced this fashion game which you have time to dress yourself up, oh boy, he was confused. if learning the basics from controlling your avatar on roblox took him days, it took jaeyun a week to understand how to put on items, take them off, where you choose your hair and face... well, it was a pain, but he was able to get through it and play it almost normally.
"babe, why you're skin is grey?" "i didn't know where to change it," shrugs then tries to pose. "oh my god, babe, i showed you where a minute ago!" "okay, chill...! where do i pose though?" "oh my god, jaeyun..."
â đŒunghoon: has lots of difficulties but doesn't give up.
sunghoon is like a mix of heeseung and jake, which means he gets addicted, angry but can't stop playing and still has to be handled with patience and love. with that being said, be prepared to hear a bunch of questions and him leaving and then joining your server a few many times. also! can't forget that sunghoon is still a english learner, so the themes might be misunderstood by him sometimes heh... (á”âáŽâ)
"y/n~" he whines. "i'm done with this game!" leaves "babe, the theme was baggy and you literally dresses up as a trash bag..." "baggy means... bag? what did i do wrong?" "baggy is a style, not a trash bag," "should've told me earlier, y/n!" "hoonie-" "now everyone on the server thinks i am stupid! let's change server, join me now."
â đŒunoo: is the one who places first.
sunoo is undeniably the best dressed on the game among the members, usually winning against you. he has almost all the poses, knows how to layer and is always creative, even reaching top model before you.
"baby, can we play dress to impress together? i'm so close to reach top model." "yeah, su- WAIT! TOP MODEL?!" â ooohhh, i might have forgotten to mention... sunoo plays dress to impress without you sometimes. "baby, just join me 'kay?" "sunshine, explain me how'd you reach top model before me? i play more than you do," "uh... i surely play more than you do, but okay," "wait, wha-" "babyyyy just join my server, i want you to celebrate this with me, alright?" "okay..." your heart softened when you realised he wanted you to be part of his reaching. "can we duo?" you asked. "we can, but just once; i would much rather vote you five (5) stars."
â đłungwon: jungwon.exe stopped working.
jungwon is like jake and oh gosh why i feel like every single one of them is a bit like him?!?! anyway, jungwon would be more than happy to join you, but has already told you that his skills might not really show up in this dressing game â discreetly admitting that he doesn't know how to play it. he actually heard about the game because the other members seem to enjoy it. still, it's just not his cup of tea. however, since you were so excited about him playing with you, sigh, he might make this sacrifice â in which he slowly gets very excited as well.
"wonnie, baby, why are you posing? you have to dress up before the times is up!" you warned him after spotting him on the game. "huh? it doesn't make sense, we have to dress up? where?" "there, baby," you gently took the ipad out of his hands and guided him to the changing booth. "oh... but is too far away from my spawn and why do i walk slower than that girl?" "because she bought a walk faster pack, now dress up wonnie, hurry up...!" "i want to buy that, how do i buy her pack?" "jungwon, dress up now, you have literally one minute." you spoke between your teeth. "okay, okay... y/n, where do i get the items though?" "jungwon..."
â đ»iki: it's that annoying giggly kid who doesn't follow the theme.
if you ever played dress to impress you probably came across to one of those annoying players who never follows the theme, with that, you might refuse to believe riki is this type of player; but trust me, he surely is. and why? because he doesn't take the game that seriously, doing whatever he wants and trolling people â making them believe he's gonna gift them vip or one of the other packs.
"RIKI? HOW'D YOU PLACED FIRST?" "i'm just too good, i guess," your boyfriend shrugged, but you couldn't believe him. "you're lying." "are you saying i am not good at this game?" "..." "y/n," he would call you after suddenly bursting out of laughter. "what?" your annoyed tone of voice echoed and it sounded like his favourite music to his ears. "wanna know how i placed first?" riki looks up at you, hiding just half of his face with his ipad. "mhm..." you hummed, confirming. "i tricked a few girls saying that i would gift them vip if they voted me five (5) stars," he giggled, knowing you were about to get angry at him. "RIKI! you can't do that, imagine if that was me..." you pouted. "oh, yeah? i should've done worse then." "RIKI!" "OKAY! SORRY, enough of riki now, okay? i am baby, not riki..."
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HANDSY
PAIRING: Jackson! Joel Miller x afab! reader || WC: 1.2k
SYNOPSIS: Your cycle is ruining your mood, and what better thing to do than get a free massage.
CONTENT/WARNINGS: MDNI/18+. NSFW. Suggestive content. Titty massage. Slight daddy kink. Established relationship. Joel being a little bastard. Ambiguous age gap (Joel is in his 50s, reader is in their 20s). Mentions of menstrual cycle and female characteristics about the chest. Banter and teasing. No use of y/n.
A/N: Alright, I'm kinda on a Joel Miller streak and I was just thinking about getting my tiddies rubbed by a man with strong & rough hands and this happened. Don't look at me like that okay, this is self indulgent and I just had to alright. Hopefully this is relatable for some of y'all lol. Shout out to everyone who has to deal with periods, you are stronger than the marines. Anyways, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Dividers by @saradika-graphics.
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Another month. Another week of unruly irritation, mood swings, and uncomfortable reactions to anything that breathed too hard or moved too fast. In the hecticness that was your current reality, dealing with the devilâs wrath was supposed to be something that slipped past your mind. Yet, in the efforts of your survival, having a menstrual cycle still took you off guard every time it came punching through your gut.
Tossing and turning in bed, you tried to get in the best position to ease your cramps by curling up in a fetal position. You thought it would make things better, but instead, the discomfort you felt all over your body pissed you off even more. A frustrated grumble filled the bedroom, flinging the sheets away and furrowing your eyebrows at the lack of relief.
Where the fuck is he?
Throwing on a pair of slippers you luckily claimed on a supply run, you shuffled down the creaky stairs of your home and wandered about until you reached the living room. Joel was hunched over his seat on the couch, currently messing with his guitar strings, aware of your presence the moment you hit the base of the stairway.
âSomethinâ wrong, sweetheart?â He questioned you as he took in your features and noticed your pout. You were upset; that was obvious when he found you in bed earlier today instead of somewhere else in the house. Simply kissing your forehead and letting you rest as best as he could, he expected you to come down to talk to him eventually when you had the energy to do so.
Joel didnât say anything as you came closer to him without uttering a word, slipping your legs over his thick thighs and pressing your face into the curve of his neck. He put his guitar to the side and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, hands instinctively digging into your lower back where you felt the most sore. He could tell from the way you clung to him that it was that time of the month, already having gotten used to your changes in demeanor to see the signs.
âUncomfortable?â Joel asked again, trying to get a better read on your emotions, but he only received an annoyed grunt in response. âGuess weâre just gonna sit here then.â
He ran his fingers up and down your spine, trying his best to lessen the strain you felt. He could snag some herbs to make you tea later if you were in the mood for it, but right now, a massage is what you could handle. His touch made you sigh with alleviation, focusing on the pressure points along your shoulder and backbone. Even with his attempts, the front of your body continued to ache.
âMy boobs are fucking killing me.â You declared out loud, a deep rumble of a chuckle escaping from the back of his throat.
âYou need me to massage them?â Joel offered, and his intention of doing that was purely to make you feel better. Though, you couldnât ignore the slight flutter in your belly at the idea of having his hands elsewhere.Â
Giving him a nod, you sat straighter on his lap, holding his gaze as he slipped his hands underneath the flannel you wore and made a beeline for your chest. Joel didnât flinch at the fact that you werenât wearing a bra, being told once or twice how freeing it was not to have to deal with the constant friction of clothes against your heated skin.
He palmed both of your breasts and squeezed, his grip just strong enough to calm the throbbing of the swelling from your change in hormones. Your eyes closed as you focused on his touch, allowing Joel to do whatever he wanted with you, what he knew best.
âFeelinâ better?â You heard him ask, humming out in reply. He grinned at your reaction, the hum sounding close to a purr as he pawed at your chest.
Taking his hands out from underneath yourâhis shirt, you whined, a smirk tugging at the corners of Joelâs lips. Lifting the top of the flannel to rest on your collarbone, his attention went back to your breasts, looking at them with a mix of desire and affectionate pity.
âPoor baby. Hormones got my girl all cranky and upset.â He said, placing a soft kiss on the top of each breast before handling your body once more. You donât know whether or not he was deliberately teasing you when you were the most vulnerable, but just hearing his voice was doing wonders to soothe your nerves.
Youâve always been fascinated with Joelâs hands since you met him, watching how heâd hold the handle of his gun or insert ammo into the magazine before reloading. His palms were rough, and his fingers were rougher, representing a man whoâs lived a long life, whoâs done unspeakable things to survive and get to this point. To most, theyâd dislike the feeling of having so much of a contrast, but to you, the difference of his skin against yours was almost euphoric.
Joel squeezed with more purpose, focusing on tightening his grasp along the sides where the pain was the most prominent. One harsh thumb came to stroke at your sensitive nipple in gentle circles, pulling a breathless moan from between your lips. The smile on his face widened when his ears picked up the sound, moving to do a combination of deliberate squeezes and circles on the exposed nubs.
The warmth of his touch morphed into something else, need coiling in your stomach and clawing up your throat. As discretely as you could, your hips shifted further into his, craving much more than what he was giving you. Joel couldnât help himself and brought you closer to him, grinding his hips up into yours. That got your attention, looking into his hazel eyes to find his pupils narrowly dilated.
âIf you need me to rub somethinâ else, I can.â Despite the years worn on his face, he still had a certain boyish charm that jerked at your heartstrings when he flirted with you. Or, maybe it was just his southern gentleman persona, ever so willing to tend to your needs no matter what they may be.
âYouâre annoying.â You mumbled to him, stubbornly refusing to outright beg for his affection, regardless of how badly you craved it.
âAnd youâre moody.â Joel kissed you tenderly, drawing away and snickering when you leaned forward to chase his lips for another.
âLet daddy make you feel good. Alright, darlinâ?â You nodded dumbly at the proposition of getting something more than your tits massaged.
His eyes flashed with lust, making quick work to peel off the flannel and toss it to the ground. Already growing hard at the thought of having his way with you, he tilted towards you, kissing the column of your neck and letting his beard tickle your skin. You released a shaky exhale, fingers running through his graying hair and tipping your head back to grant him more access to your skin.
âAtta girl.â
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don't walk out
[spencer reid x reader]
summary: âwe can fight and we can be mad but we can't leave.â pairing: s.reid x gn!reader w.c: 1K warnings/content: implied abandoned issues; argument; silent treatment (brief); language; angst. A/N: guess I'm on a roll today. I just love some angst.Â
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âis that supposed to make me feel better?â Â
lights had barely been turned on when you spat out a response, breaking the tense silence. your apartment was tidy, nothing out of order, even the pillows where settled two on each edge of the couch like you always did before leaving for work. Â
it was the expected. three days away on a case didn't exactly mean your house would turn upside down, would it? unanimated things didn't move on their own. but one thing that was turning upside down was your mood. not only did the journey home came with lots of turbulence, but Spencer had to make an unpleasant comment that made your blood boil. was it wrong that you just wanted to not look at him right now? you were even considering not sleeping beside him tonight.Â
âfor fucks sake.â you mumbled under your breath when he had stayed silent. he's ignoring you now. great. throwing your work bag on the couch, you didn't even take your shoes off as you moved back toward the door. you can't handle his passive aggressive act and you certainly won't handle his silence treatment. Â
âwhere are you going?â he called out, shuffling out of the bedroom upon hearing the sound of keys dangling. no. no, you're not leaving, are you? âwhatââÂ
âi'm gonna take a walk, spencer.âÂ
it didn't take a second for him to rush over and stop your exit by blocking the door. âwhat are the car keys for then?â desperation clouded his tone and you felt guilt building up in your chest, but it wasn't bigger than your frustration. Â
âI'm gonna drive.âÂ
âat this time of the night? you hate driving at night.âÂ
âare you my father?â he almost flinched at your sharp tone. okay, he deserved that hostility. he's been nothing but rude to you the entire jet ride back home. it's not that you did anything â even if you had done something, it does not justify the way he was treating you â, the case had been hard. it involved kids. the team wasn't fast enough. he wasn't fast enough. you almost got hurt. it was a lot to absorb in a short amount of time. Â
he never wanted this: you walking out while you were mad at each other. no. you had made a deal long ago. you both were laughing after your first stupid argument, something about forgetting to fold the laundry. Â
âokay, but we can be like this, right?â you said, nudging him. âwe can fight and we can be mad but we can't leave.âÂ
his eyes soften and he almost turns to mush. he understood then that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. and yes. you would be mad and you would upset each other but leaving was off the table. he could do that. there was nothing he'd want more.Â
but now he'd cross a line. didn't he? how dare he do that? how dare he cause you do want to walk out?Â
âi'm sorry.â spencer is still at the doorway when you ask him to move. he won't move. he can't. âi really am. I shouldn't have said that. it was out of line.âÂ
âreally?â you snap. he hears the edge in your voice and the crack. it breaks him. he just wants to hold you, he never meantâmeans to hurt you. âthen why did you? why would you even think about something like that?â Â
he holds back his breath of relief once you've put the keys back in the bowl. the lump in his throat diminishing slightly.Â
âi was upset. angryâ at the case. the whole situation, not you.â he clarified. âsweetheart, i'm sorry. I didn't mean it.â you're searching his face for some indication of lie that you won't find. âi'm sorry.âÂ
âyou're an idiot.â your anger is gone, there's just frustration now. maybe at yourself, because you can't really stay mad at him as he stares at you with those eyes. Â
âi am,â he admits, no ounce of hesitation in his tone. he's fairly certain he is, in fact, an idiot. âi'm sorry.â he repeats and he will repeat over and over again until you forgive him. he will beg if he has to. âdon't leave, please.âÂ
and that is not fair. it's not. he can't make you mad and say sorry and all will be forgiven. he can't look at you with those eyes and think things will be magically fixed.Â
but then your armor cracks. suddenly, his behaviour makes sense.Â
we can fight and we can be mad but we can't leave.Â
âi wasn't going toââ you're ashamed at this point. you were so blinded by anger that you'd do something you promised to never do. âyou know I wouldn't leave, right?â then his desperation in reaching the door before you makes sense and you're taken back to the moment you promised not to walk out in a fight. that's exactly what you where about to do. Â
âi'm sorry.â you say, staring at the keys in your hands. âi didn't think before acting.â Â
spencer nods slowly, taking a step closer towarss your frame. âand I didn't think before speaking. I'm the one that should be sorry.âÂ
you caught a glimpse at his twitchy fingers and takes one of his hands into your own, letting the keys slip to the floor as you yank him to your arms. he only complies by squeezing you against him. and finally, both of you have what you've been craving since this case started: each other's comfort. Â
and then, you repeat. âi wasn't going to leave, you know that, right?â Â
âyeah.â he burries his face into your neck and his voice is muffled by your skin. âyeah, I know.âÂ
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Bang Chan: Worshipper
sorry, I had to repost this. the last one wasn't showing up in search results.
Smut!!! MDNI, NSFW!!!!! Established relationship w/ plus size c!sfem reader; body image issues and breakdown; d@ddy k!nk, bbygirl said a lot, praise during intimacy, Chris being a soft dom basically <3
Chris opens the door and frowns.
âBabygirl, whatâs wrong?â
âHow do you know somethingâs wrong?â you ask quietly, dropping your bag from your shoulder.
âDonât even get me started. Youâre not looking at me for one, and you knocked on my door. Since when do you knock?â
You shrug halfheartedly, kicking your feet a little, nervously shuffling back and forth.
âCan I come in, orâŠ?â
âWell, yeah,â he says, opening the door wider and taking your hand as you step inside. You take off your shoes and sit your purse down, then pass him, letting go of his hand. He stares at you, dumbfounded.
âY/N.â
You shuffle into the living room and drop down onto the couch, curling into yourself against the arm, resting your cheek against the backrest.
âWhat happened, baby?â Chris asks, sitting behind you and gently trying to pull you toward him. âTalk to me. Whatâs wrong?â
âI donât wanna talk about it,â you mumble, letting him turn you at least a little so youâre sitting facing forward. âIâm just⊠pathetic,â you whine, turning your face away from him so he canât see the heavy tears welling up in your eyes.
âBaby, no youâre not.â He tries to pull you in for a hug, but you panic and thrash, throwing his arms away from you. His mouth falls open in shock, his eyes looking betrayed and hurt, and finally the dam inside of you bursts.
âIâm upset because I saw this beautiful, skinny girl and I saw her beautiful, skinny friends and I just started to feel so disgusting and huge and it didnât matter how much progress Iâve made loving myself lately because when I saw them I just wanted to cry. I feel so disgusting, Chris. I donât understand why youâd want to be with someone so huge and blobby. You should be with someone hot and pretty and skinny and beautiful like those girls.â
You canât meet his eyes.
âIâm disgusting,â you mumble.
You can barely move out of an irrational fear that heâll suddenly see you as terribly as you suddenly began to see yourself.
âYou shouldnât be with me,â you whimper.
You just want so desperately to shrivel up and disappear.
âWhy would you say that?â Chris asks, hurt and empathy dripping from his voice. âBabygirl, you are beautiful. Do you hear me?â He holds your arm and tries yet again to turn you toward him, but you shake your head and keep your head turned away.
âY/N, I donât care what other girls look like. âThinâ doesnât mean âbeautiful,â the same way âfatâ doesnât mean âugly.â Itâs okay to have bad days, but you canât genuinely think that those girls were better or more attractive than you just because something bad happened in your head. This isnât my baby. Whereâs my baby?â
He tries again to turn you toward him, and finally you let him, but you snap.
âThis is your baby. Your huge, fat girlfriend whoâs twice your size and probably is so fucking ugly when you try to lay her down to make love--â
Your voice cracks.
âHow could you even want me? Iâm disgusting.â
Finally you break, sobbing and letting him pull you into his open and waiting arms. He holds you tightly, shushing you and rubbing his hands up and down your back.
âNo, no, no, donât ever say that. Donât do that, Y/N. I love every single bit of you. I think youâre beautiful. I love your body. I love your mind. I love the way you look, in your clothes and out of them. I donât want a different girl. I want you and all your lovely curves and rolls. Donât cringe right now, donât you do that,â he says, scolding you when you flinch at his words. âYou say all the time that I looove your curves and your rolls, and youâre right. But for some reason you canât say it today, so Iâm saying it for you. Itâs not a bad thing to be big, Y/N. I love you.â
Your cries subside slowly as Chris talks, and finally you settle down to lip wobbles and quiet sniffles.
âI love you,â he says again, kissing the top of your head.
âI love you,â you say quietly.
âCan I see that pretty smile?â He pokes your side, making you turn away from him slightly. You know the barrage of tickles is coming before he even starts.
âNoo,â you whine, trying to scoot away from him, but he locks one arm around you and starts his tickle attack with the other, targeting your sides and your belly. Your laughs come loud and hard. Your lungs are sore almost immediately, and he doesnât stop despite your desperate gasps of his name amongst your giggles and squeals as you squirm and push against his strong arms.
âYou need Daddy to show you how perfect you are, huh?â he asks through gritted teeth despite his smile. His voice is a mix of teasing and stern, ready to slip into his dom role with you at your signal. You canât respond properly through your laughter despite the slowing of his prodding fingers into your sensitive side.
âI think you need me to worship this beautiful body of yours, yeah?â he asks, urging you to respond. He finally stops tickling you and instead grabs onto one of your thick thighs with one hand while his other hand finds its way around the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look at him. âAnswer me, Princess, or Daddyâs gonna answer for ya.â
Words still wonât come out between your panting breaths and still-negative thoughts swirling in your head. So you moan in response, staring into Chrisâs eyes with your mouth held shut by his grip.
He raises his eyebrows and smirks.
âThatâs how it is, eh?â He lets go of your face and leg at the same time and climbs to his feet. âI know just what you need, then. Come with me.â He takes your hands and pulls you up and along behind him, down the hall and into his bedroom. He makes a point of dramatically locking the door behind the two of you before turning toward you with a serious look on his face.
âYouâre gonna take what I give you, understand?â he asks before pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it on the floor, leaving his impeccably sculpted torso on display for you.
âYes, Daddy,â you say softly, nodding.
âGood girl. Now I want you to take everything off.â Your face falls. âAh, ah, donât argue with me. I said everything.â
Tears involuntarily spring to the corner of your eyes.
âBut, Chris--â
â--Who?â
âDaddyâŠâ
âDo as I say. Now.â
âBut Iâd be more comfortable if we went slowâŠâ Your fingers play with the hem of your shirt nervously.
âI said youâre going to take what I give you, Princess,â he says dangerously and slowly. âDid you misunderstand? Iâm not asking. Take it all off. Now. I wonât tell you again.â
You have no choice but to comply. With shaking hands you take off your shirt and bra, then your pants, underwear, and socks until youâre standing in your boyfriendâs room wearing nothing but your own embarrassment.
Chris either doesn't notice or doesnât care. He hisses as he palms himself and groans when your last shred of clothing hits the floor.
âFuck. Youâre so beautiful, you know that?â You shake your head slightly and cross your arms, holding yourself tightly, trying to cover yourself. âMm, obviously you donât or we wouldnât be here right now.â
Chris crosses the empty space between you and grabs your arms, forcing them down to your sides. He shamelessly pets and squeezes your arms, your chest, your belly, your sides, your back, your hips-- everything he can get his hands on despite your wriggling and whining as you try to turn away from him.
âI love this body,â he mumbles against your neck as he holds your body against his with his hands grabbing two handfuls of your ass. âI love your soft arms and your big stomach and your cute little rolls. Youâre so warm and sweet, I could just eat you up.â His lips brush up and down your neck, presses kisses between his praise of you, sucks love bites into the column of your throat.
âIâm gonna fuck the sense back into you,â he says, voice dipping lower, growing closer to a growl. His grip tightens almost painfully on your ass before he massages the force of his grip back out. Thatâs the kind of night itâs going to be. Heâs going to make you take it no matter how hard he gives it, but heâll always be sure to make it better once heâs satisfied.
âThereâs no reason my girl should be doubting me, or herself.â He holds your face in place again, making you look him in the eye. His other hand sweetly pulls your hair to one side and brushes it out neatly before grabbing it in a tight grip. âYou think I want a skinny girlfriend? You think I want someone who doesnât look like you?â
You nod slightly, but his stern look and annoyed tilt of his head makes you quickly correct and shake your head.
âNo, no,â you say, trying to correct yourself. âYou want me.â
âThatâs right,â he says, holding your hair tighter. âIf I wanted a skinny girl Iâd be with a skinny girl, wouldnât I? As if I even care about someoneâs size. You know, itâs not nice to try to put words into my mouth. Who I âshouldâ date, who Iâd âlook betterâ with. Itâs insulting, Princess. Are you gonna say sorry for insulting me?â
âIâm sorry,â you mumble, trying your best to pout.
âHow sorry?â he lets go of your face but not your hair.
âIâm so sorry, Daddy. I shouldnât have said those stupid things. I didnât mean to insult you.â
âYou gonna be a good girl now and apologize properly?â
You nod frantically.
âYes. Yes, Daddy. Whatever you want.â
âLay down on the edge of the bed and let me fuck your throat then.â He finally lets go of your hair and almost shoves you toward the bed by the force of his hand leaving you. Reflexively his other hand catches you and makes sure youâre steady before you get into position.
Rough but sweet.
You climb onto his bed and lay on your back, scooting up until your head and hair hangs off the edge. Chris takes his time removing his pants and underwear, watching you spread yourself out for him despite your deep instinct to cover yourself and hide.
âGood girl,â he praises when you part your lips and hold your mouth open and waiting for him. He sighs and bites back a moan as he strokes himself, slowly shuffling closer and closer to you until he can prod his tip against your lip. You stick your tongue out and try to get a taste of him, but he steps back.
âAh, ah, ah. I didnât tell you to do that, did I?â
âNo,â you say quietly.
âSo behave.â
âYes, Daddy.â
Chris comes closer again and rubs his tip against your lips, tracing them and circling them until he finally decides to push into your mouth. He moans and greedily keeps pushing and pushing until his cock is buried to the hilt and your throat is full of him.
âThatâs my good girl,â he says in a low groan. âAhh, yeah. Such a good fucking girl, hmm?â He slowly pulls back and starts rocking forward again, and all you can do is hum around him to agree and try your best not to gag.
âFuck. Yeahh,â he hisses, thrusting faster as he reaches out to grab and squeeze your tits. Tears start to roll down your cheeks just from the pressure and the half-gags you have to keep choking down.Â
âMmm, my pretty girl. So good for me. Yeahh, just for me, baby. Such a good girl. I love the way you look like this. I love seeing your whole body while I fuck that pretty face.â
He babbles on, praising you while leaning forward to touch your body. He plays with your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. He runs his hands across your stomach, grabbing the rolls at your sides and sweetly rubbing his thumbs against them. His hands wander higher, petting your arms and your chest and finally he caresses your face and notices the tears streaming out of your eyes.
âOh, babygirl,â he coos, backing up and taking his cock out of your mouth.
âNo,â you whine as soon as your mouth is free. âDaddy, noo, come back. Donât stop, please.â
âWhy are you crying, Princess?â he asks, kneeling down and kissing one of the tear trails on the side of your face.
âJust because I was gagging. Iâm not crying anymore.â
âYouâre not? You promise?â
âI promise.â
âGood girl.â He once again grips your chin and turns your head to him. He kisses you deeply, giving a long pause for this gentle intimacy before he gets back to his ultimate goal: fucking every single shred of self-doubt out of you.
âYou know I hate when you cry, babygirl,â he says, kneeling on the bed and sitting in the middle. âCome here.â
You take his hands for support and he helps you sit up. He guides you closer and closer, and finally has you sit straddling his lap. He places your arms around his neck, then his hands wander, slowly caressing your arms, your shoulders, down your back and every inch of your sides and hips. He pets your thighs and brushes the back of his fingers against your stomach and across your breasts before he finally palms them and squeezes gently.
âYouâre so beautiful to me. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes,â he says softly. âIâve never once looked at you and thought you were anything less than stunning. Iâve never thought you were any of the negative things youâve thought about yourself.â
âReally?â you ask breathily, trying to focus on three things at once-- stopping yourself from crying again, hesitating to put your full weight on his lap, and the way his touching your body and now your chest is making you as flustered as the first time you had sex with him when every touch he gifted you felt feather-light and exciting.
âReally,â he insists, leaning in to brush his lips against your neck where he already left love bites. His hands move again, reaching down to your hips and your thighs once again. âIâll sit here and tell you over and over and over again until you believe me.â One hand stills on your hip but the other caresses closer to your inner thigh. âIâll tell you a million times how attractive you are and how addicted I am to your body.â You involuntarily jump, just slightly, when his gentle fingers brush against your cunt. âAnd if it doesnât make you feel any better, Iâll tell you a million more.â
âIâd like that,â you say softly, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He lifts his head again and meets your eyes.
âLook at me,â he whispers as his fingers spread your lips and slip against your skin thanks to the wetness heâs already caused.
âMy sweet girl.â He traces your labia lazily for a few seconds, staring deep into your eyes. You squirm in his lap and your hips involuntarily buck down against his hand when his finger swipes across your clit.
âMy pretty girl,â he says, circling your clit slowly. âDonât you agree? Youâre my pretty girl.â
âYes,â you sigh out.
His hand stops.
âSay it.â
âIâm your pretty girl.â
His fingers start moving again, a little faster than before.
âGood girl. My beautiful girl.â
You moan and roll your head back, but Chris immediately stops his hand.
âBaby,â he warns. âEyes on me.â
Oh.
You tilt your head back up slowly and make eye contact again, no doubt with lust-clouded eyes. Chrisâs eyes are dark but shiny and playful as always, and he looks at you in a way that makes your head spin. His gaze is a mix of stern command and lovelorn fawning.
âRepeat what I said,â he says after a moment of silence, flicking a finger across your clit, making you hiss and suck in a breath.Â
âI-I,â you stutter, unable to remember what he even said ten seconds ago. âI'm sorry, I don't remember.â
âYou don't remember? My fingers make you lose your head that much? I haven't even let you ride them yet.â
You whine and roll your hips as if you were riding them already.
âI want to,â you whine, but he tsks.
âYou're so beautiful, babygirl. I want to make you feel good because you're the most beautiful when you're cumming because of me, but I need you to love yourself again before the end of this. My beautiful girl.â
He slides his middle finger into you, lazily curling the end of it so you can feel him press against your walls. Your instinct tells you to close your eyes or look away, but you know by now that if you take your eyes off him he'll stop.Â
âYour beautiful girl,â you force out, trying to keep your breathing steady despite the way your heart pounds in your chest. There's something so overwhelming about this intimacy-- not just the sex, not his finger inside you, but the combination of his eyes locked on yours while doing it and making you say his possessive affirmationsâŠ
âIt's too much,â you whine. âIâm overwhelmed,â you mumble, looking away from him and putting on your best pout so maybe he wonât punish you too harshly.
His finger slides out of you and he tilts his head to try to look at you.
âToo much? You donât know what too much is. I havenât given you enough yet.â He puts two of his wet fingers against your clit and starts frantically rubbing, letting your sensitive bud bounce between the cleft of his two slippery fingers. You immediately jump and whine, squirming and moaning, hips rolling and twitching.
âAhhhh, mmm, Chris, ahhh!â
His fingers stop abruptly.
âWho?â
âDaddyyyy.â
âLook at me while I make you cum,â he demands, moving his two fingers in their frantic rhythm again. Your head doesnât move, so he grabs you by the throat, squeezing at the outer edges just slightly. You gasp and grab his wrist with both hands, finally looking at him again.
You canât make out any words, only gradually louder whines and pathetic moans as he works you closer and closer to your climax. No one has ever been able to make you cum so quickly from their fingers alone, but Chris has always had a special way of winding you up so tightly that you feel like youâll burst before he even gets his hands on you.
Now heâs got you on the brink, one hand on your throat while the other works your clit. He lavishes you with his words.
âYeah, thatâs my good girl. I love your body. I know every inch of this beautiful, big body. Wouldnât change it for the world, you know that? Wouldnât change a thing about your body, Princess. I love you.â
âI love you,â you gasp out. The way youâre sitting on his lap wonât let you close your legs, but your thighs tremble and try to work shut anyway. The cocky smile on Chrisâs mouth while he waits for you to reach your climax is too good. He knows you too well. He knows.
âI love youuu,â he says again, sickeningly sweet, right as it finally hits you. You throw your head back as much as youâre able with his hand holding your throat in place. You grind down on his hand, groaning and moaning, incoherently trying to call out his name in a desperate attempt to connect to him further.
âMy sexy girl,â he chuckles. âGod, I love the way you look when you cum.â He releases your neck and tilts your head forward to press your lips against his. While he kisses you, his fingers gradually stop and finally still, then his damp hand rests against your waist.Â
He kisses you languidly, swallowing the rest of your whimpers as the overwhelming warmth and pleasure works its way through your system and you slowly calm down.
Finally when youâve been quiet for a few moments, he pulls away.
âI should have done that in front of a mirror--â he says in a low voice. â--or recorded it. You need to see how pretty you are when you cum.â
âMaybe next timeâŠ?â
âThatâs a wonderful idea, babygirl. Next time. But for nowâŠâ He reaches down and pulls on your calf, making you swing your leg to the side and then wrap it around him. He guides you to do the same on the other side until youâre no longer sitting on your knees straddling his lap. Instead youâre sitting in his lap properly with your legs locked behind him.
âNow I need to fuck that pretty pussy, and weâre gonna do it together, yeah?â Chris takes your hand and wraps it around his cock, guiding you to start stroking him. âYouâre gonna-- ahh-- Youâre gonna ride me and Iâm gonna fuck you, and you have to keep looking at me, got it?â
You nod quickly but donât verbally respond. You really wanna look down at his cock, especially as he helps you tilt it toward your cunt while pulling you forward until youâre close enough to feel the tip hitting heavily against your clit.
But you canât look away from his soft eyes.
His persona is slipping. The bite has been falling out of his voice. The intimacy of having you in his lap, reacting so strongly to every little touch he gives you, has filled him with love more than pride; confidence in your relationship, more than smugness for his ego.
And you can see it all betrayed in his eyes.
âCloser,â he mumbles, wrapping one arm tightly around your waist. He holds you impossibly close to his body, your stomach squishing against his toned abs and your soft breasts flattening against his chest. The soft love-struck look in his eyes never falters, not even as you shift to the side a little so you can still help guide his dick into you despite your stomach being in the way.
He moans happily when you finally start sinking down on him, and you moan right back, whining needily as he fills you.
âOh, fuck,â you whine, briefly tilting your head down as if youâre gonna lay it on his shoulder, but you remember his one rule and sit back up.
âThis pussy always takes me so well,â Chris sighs happily. âI love this fucking body. I love it,â he groans, bucking up into you while his second arm joins his first locked around your waist.
âI love you,â you gasp, grinding down against him.
âI love you. I need you to love yourself like I love you.â
âIâll try,â you stutter, nodding. âIâll try.â
âGood.â
You move your hips together continuously, Chris bucking upward and you grinding down. You have more freedom of movement being on top, so you take it upon yourself to circle or slide your hips back and forth depending on what feels best.
Chrisâs hands grip your squishy hips and love handles tightly when you move in a way that feels really good for him, and when you get him really worked up he canât help but to reel you in by a gentle hand on the back of your head. He moans into your mouth and kisses you with more tongue than lip, trying to lick every moan and whine out of our mouth before it can fall.
Your moans grow more frantic once one of his hands reaches down to rub his thumb against your clit lazily while you continue to fuck each other. Chris swallows all your sounds down, refusing to let you break the kiss to warn him that youâre so so so close.
He can tell, though. Of course he can. He knows your body and its reactions better than you know it yourself.
He keeps working you from both angles-- his hips bucking up and his thumb brushing your already-oversensitive clit, until you break.
Your body shakes, starting in your legs and working all the way up as a delicious orgasm rolls through your entire body. You chant his name against his mouth, and he smirks and almost chuckles at first, until the fluttering of your walls as you keep riding through your orgasm sends him hurtling past the point of no return as well.
He cums hot, silky shots into your pussy with no concern for the consequences.
âOh, fuck,â he barks when the sudden orgasm takes him, having turned his head away from you just quick enough to not shout in your face.Â
âDaddy,â you sigh blissfully, running your hand through his sweat-dampened hair. âChris. That was⊠That was so much.â
He chuckles softly and pecks small kisses across your cheek and jaw.
âIâm at a loss for words as well,â he says quietly. Both of you are still now, no more bucking hips and rolling waves. Youâre left with only the heaving of your chests as your breathing steadies in tandem.
âThank you,â you whisper.Â
âI donât expect this to have made everything better,â he admits, once again meeting your eye. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and traces his finger down the edge of your face. âSometimes Iâm just so baffled that you canât see how beautiful you are. To me youâre like a goddess-- literally, like those Greek statues. Iâm so in love with you and how you look. I wanted you to feel that.â
âI did. I really did, I promise.â
âGood. Though Iâm not opposed to showing you again if you need me to,â he says cheekily, and you giggle, shaking your head.
âIâll keep your offer in mind for the future, but I understand you perfectly tonight.â
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âWhore.â
You couldâve sworn the teacup in your hands cracked a little from how hard youâre gripping it. If you were Illumi, it wouldâve shattered into a fine powder by now. But youâre not, which makes you susceptible to being called such things.
Theyâre at it again. Youâre unsure as to what youâve done to upset some of the butlers and maids, but god do they not like you. No matter. You hate everyone in this stupid boring ugly manor anyway. Huh. Maybe thatâs why they hate you, too.
It mustâve been a shock to see Illumi of all people one day bring home his future wife. One he never cared to mention to anyone else beforehand, and one that was still kicking and screaming over his shoulder.
Youâre not really sure how long youâve been here. Months? A year now? However long itâs been, it didnât take anytime at all to realise that maybe youâre not as safe here as Illumi swears you to be. His mother most definitely hates you, but, oh well, sheâs never really tried anything, as far as you know.
The help started muttering things when Illumi wasnât around, things that hurt more than you wanted to admit. When you didnât go running off to Illumi at the first few instances of it, it got worse, as though they knew you would never tell him about it.
First off, you donât want to give him the satisfaction of being your saviour when someone says mean things to you. Secondly, you may hate these assholes, but you have a conscience.
Only last week Illumi came into your shared bedroom, absolutely drenched in blood, asking if you could shower together. You quickly found out that whoever he had been torturing wasnât dead yet, and he still had more to do.
Thinking about what Illumi does to people he doesnât care about, those heâs only hurting for a job, makes you shiver at the thought of him actually harming someone who did him, or you, wrong. But, despite your mercy on them, this time youâre considering just telling him. Only a little.
Youâve had a notably stressful day, being pranced around by his mother whoâs insistent on âtrainingâ you to be the perfect wife for her son. Her explaining to you that the family expects at least six children from you both had you rushing to the bathroom to vomit.
Then you ran into his father, on your way back to your room. He doesnât seem to actively dislike you, but he scares the absolute shit out of you. The man seems to think youâre some house pet rather than an actual person with thoughts and feelings, but you suppose thatâs a modicum better than wanting you dead.
You also bumped into Illumiâs grandfather. Youâre not sure if you can bring yourself to hate him, but you do hate the look of pity in his eyes whenever he sees you. Sometimes heâll save you from a lecture Illumiâs mother is giving you, so heâs nice in that regard. Heâd never free you, though, so heâs just another kidnapper you canât become friendly with.
You eventually got back to your room, expecting a nice nap before being forced to attend family dinner, only to find Illumi had gotten back earlier than expected. You cringed at how hungry he was, and not for food, but just allowed him to do as he wished. You were too tired to argue. After he was done, he seemed to take note of how quiet and exhausted you were. Too bad, dinner time. You hated dinner times more than anything else.
You ate the admittedly lovely food in pure silence, but quickly became sick to your stomach at hearing Illumi and his mother discuss the prospects of you becoming pregnant. You didnât eat anymore after that. Youâre pretty sure his brother, Milluki, made some comment about you that Illumi didnât like, which explains why his wrist was snapped in half a few seconds later.
Illumi tried spoon feeding you when noticing how full your plate was, but you managed to convince him that you werenât hungry. That got you another lecture from his mother about how youâll soon be eating for two. You were tempted to tell her that if you ever got pregnant youâd throw yourself into Mikeâs jaws, but managed to refrain.
After that, you finally got to go to bed. It wasnât something you were looking forward to anymore; you struggled to sleep when Illumi was home because heâd spend the majority of the night just staring at you.
âCan I go outside?â
You donât remember why you blurted it or where the thought came from, but you remember the confused blink Illumi gave in response.
âUm.. just for.. ten minutes? O-Or five..? I just want to sit in the garden by myself for a bit⊠If not, itâs alright..â
You hated how pathetic you sounded, unsure as to what Illumi was thinking when he stared at you with that expressionless face.
âAlright.â
âWhat?â
âWould you like me to ask a maid to bring you out a cup of tea?â
You didnât really think about his words too much, just happy you got something your way for once, and nodded rather enthusiastically. You shouldâve said no.
The first few minutes of being in the garden, sat on the bench and allowing the cool nights breeze to settle on your skin had you relaxing for the first time in a while.
âYour tea, mistress.â
Oh. It was one of the ones you were sure hated you, and behind him was another. Oh, well. You took the tea from his hands, thanking them nonetheless.
It was much more bitter than you liked it, but you didnât complain. You didnât really want tea in the first place. They didnât leave, but you didnât complain. Illumi probably asked them to watch over you, maybe to make sure you didnât try to run. Itâs alright, you still have a nice view to relax with.
âWhore.â
Your eyes widen a little, and your grip on the cup increases. They continue muttering amongst themselves, but you catch small, demeaning phrases that youâre certain are aimed at you.
Why are you a whore? Youâd never even had sex before you met Illumi, and if you had, it wouldnât be their business. Youâre hardly allowed to interact with anyone other than who Illumi allows you to. Where would you have the chance to sleep around? The insult doesnât make much sense.
Thatâs what you tell yourself, despite the fact that your shoulders and hands are shaking and you feel something cold and wet running down your cheeks.
Shit.
You put the cup on the floor, hands moving to cover your face and wipe away any evidence of tears. Illumi hated when you cried.
Why are you still crying? What they said doesnât make any sense. Stop crying, enjoy the view. You donât have long left before you have to go back inside.
Youâre still crying. You donât notice that itâs gone eerily silent aside from your own muffled sobs, too busy working on shutting yourself up.
â[Name].â
Shit. Shit!
Heâs been sat next to you for god knows how long now, and you didnât even realise. God, this sucks.
âWhy are you crying?â Illumi asks, and you can feel him move closer to you on the bench.
âI-Iâm not,â you say, a hand still covering your eyes. What excuse do you give? If you say hay fever will he never let you out in the garden again? If you say you have a cold, will he keep you inside your bedroom for a few weeks? Months?
He doesnât say anything, but you can feel him staring at you.
âWould you like to stay outside for a bit longer?â
Oh.
âYe-Yeah. Y-Yes please,â you eventually reply, gulping down another sob.
He doesnât leave, but youâre less bothered by his presence than usual. Despite it being⊠him, itâs not horrible to have some company, even though youâd never admit it out loud.
Youâre not sure how long you sit outside before he stands, prompting you to do the same. Neither of you say anything, not until you reach your bedroom and Illumi tells you in a tone softer than youâd usually hear from him that he has something he must do, so youâll be sleeping alone tonight.
You turn to go to bed, but he grabs your wrist. He doesnât look at you for a moment, seemingly considering something. Then, he stiffly leans forward, pressing his lips to your forehead rather robotically. Sometimes you wonder if he is a robot, it really would explain a lot.
The kiss ends soon after it begins.
âGet some rest. You look bad.â
You huff a little, but canât bring yourself to actually be offended due to the thinly veiled concern in his tone.
The sleep you get is better than you expected. Maybe not having a mass murderer eyeing you up while you try and rest is a reason for that.
Illumi doesnât show up for the entirety of the next day, which is a little strange. He likes seeing you off in the morning, giving you a kiss before he departs - youâre certain he copied it from a romance movie you used to enjoy watching from time to time. You donât question his absence too much, you donât exactly enjoy his company, after all.
The day you have is better than the last. Illumiâs mother seems to be a bit less of a bitch than usual. Thatâs a win in your book.
It doesnât take long for you to be back in your warm bed, wrapped up in covers and drifting off to sleep.
You wake up to the feeling of something wet hitting the tip of your nose, and quiet breathing above you.
âAre you awake?â
You are now. Itâs pitch black in the room, but you can make out Illumi looming over, his hair framing around you like some makeshift cage.
Still sleepy, you groan a little, âIllumi? What⊠time is it?â
Something wet hits the bed.
â2:57 AM.â
Huh. You breathe in through your nose. Illumi absolutely reeks. Metallic, is it? Youâre not sure itâs the best idea to comment on it.
âOh. Okay.â
Another drip of something onto the blanket. He doesnât seem to be in the talking mood.
âHave I done something wrong?â
â⊠Yes.â
Another.
You gulp. âAre you mad at me?â
âI donât think so.â
Another drip, this time it hits your arm.
âAre you going to hurt me?â
You couldâve sworn you saw his eyes narrow in the darkness.
âNo.â
The silence is deafening. Your hands clutch onto the end of the blanket. He leans impossibly closer, and the stench of whatever is on him becomes all too familiar. Heâs smelt like it before, but never this strong.
âHow long were the help bothering you?â
âSince I got here.â Thereâs little point in trying to lie about it now.
âIf you hide something from me again Iâll break three of your fingers.â
A little specific, but the threat certainly does the job.
âOkay. Iâm⊠sorry.â Youâre not.
Finally, he pulls away, eyes still trained on your face.
âGo to sleep.â
You donât. Youâre certain that you canât, at least not for tonight. Especially not after hearing him turn the shower on, and after heâs done leave the room once more.
Instead, you sit and stare at the ceiling, and wonder if any of those in the basement will even have three fingers left of them, by the time heâs done.
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Can I request Sukuna noticing one morning that his favourite concubine didn't want to leave his side and she looked a little scared and he finds out the other concubines have been bullying her because of him picking her over them and she only feels safe around him? đ„č
a/n : you ask, i deliever
âwhy have you been clingy?â
sukuna's voice is gruff as he asks that question â you haven't left his side since the morning, sticking to him more than usual, he found it quite odd â sure, most of your time was spent with him by his demand, but you still had other things to attend to.
âisn't that what you call it?â he asks as the both of you stroll through the gardens, you by his side.
âi suppose.â your murmur, your head lowered â you had noticed the rest of the harem sitting by the fountain, and of course, they had seen you with sukuna, and of course they were throwing you dirty looks.
you didn't want to meet their gazes.
sukuna stops abruptly and turns to face you, âeyes on me, concubine.â he demands.
hesitantly, you lift your head up to face him, but avert your gaze away, unable to make eye contact with him.
âi said, eyes on me.â he says once more, arms crossed and not looking too happy about the fact that he had to repeat himself.
your eyes meet his, looking at him through your lashes and sukuna thinks that his heart might've skipped a beat at the way you were gazing at him, but surely it was his imagination.
âgood.â he hums, ânow answer my question ; why have you been attached to my hip all day long?â
you stiffen, you can feel the other concubineâs gazes lingering on you, hateful and malicious.
you try to play off his question, âcan i not be around my king?â you say, trying to sound nonchalant and your usual self, âi donât think you mind either, my lord.â
he quirks an eyebrow, âyou lie to me?â he asks, but he doesn't sound displeased, ratherâŠupset, maybe? as if he's offended at the fact that you'd lie to him.
âi ââ you stammer but he cuts you off, âspeak the truth, now.â he demands, looking down on you.
you take a deep breath â how can you tell him that the other concubines have been picking on you without sounding pathetic? it's probably nothing to him, but itâs something to you, the nasty name calling, the once in a while tripping you âaccidentallyâ in the hallway, and many more to name.
you avert your gaze away from him, casting a sneaky glance at the fountain where the harem is before looking back at your feet.
âthey think you favor me.â you mutter.
âwho?â he asks.
âthe others.â you say, âthe rest of the harem, they think you favor me.â
âand they are not wrong.â he says, ânow, whatâs the problem with that?â
âwellâŠâ you begin, shifting your weight. god, you feel stupid, âthey tend toâŠuhm, mistreat me.â you say, âand the likes of it.â
sukuna frowns, a raging feeling gnawing at his chest â mistreat you? just because he favored you? he was furious to say the least because, how dare they? they should've taken him into account before even thinking of picking on you.
âvery well.â he says, his voice monotonous â one that he usually used when plotting something, âwe'll see about that.â
you stiffen, you do not like the sound of that, âmy lord ââ he cuts you off, âlet's presume.â
âw-what?â you stutter.
âour walk.â he says simple, a hand on your back as he leads you through the garden, âlet's presume.â
heâll deal with the harem later.
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Black, Purple, and Blue
AN: fluffy goodness đđ
Synopsis: The amount of times your husband gets hit during the Ravens game quickly has you concerned, but he tries to reassure you that there is nothing to worry about
Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader
Requested by: a beautiful anon đ
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Hit after hit after hit
You watched your husband get pummeled to the ground multiple times against the Ravens from the comfort of your bed at your home in Cincinnati and it seemed as if there was no end in sight. Multiple people had asked if you wanted to watch the game with them, but you quickly decided against it. You would rather be at home by yourself and not be at some random bar hearing people drunk off their asses talking about your husband if he were to lose.
A fight almost ensued between you and another fan during Joeâs second season with the Bengals and from that point on, you knew it wasnât even worth your time. You knew Joe was an amazing quarterback and his stats proved it despite what people may say about him.
The game was not moving in the direction that you originally thought, but despite this you still held onto hope since the score was so close.
Joe had confessed to you earlier in the week how anxious and nervous he was for this game and it was to be expected. They were playing in Baltimore on their turf, but seeing how the Ravens caused them an upset at home, it would only be right if the Bengals did the same thing.
Joe was always focused during the season, but it went to a different level when he was playing any team within the same division as the Bengals were.
When the Ravens had gotten the ball back, the camera suddenly cut to the Bengals sideline and you could see Joe wincing in pain as he was holding the left side of his body, Silently cursing to yourself before letting out a sigh, the wheels in your head began to turn and immediately thought the worst.
This time last year as he was playing the Ravens, he sustained his wrist injury that put him out for the rest of the season and the last thing you wanted was for him to go through that all over again. You saw the way it bothered him deep down, even though he thought he was being good at putting up a front for you.
Being married for a total of four years, you could see right through his bullshit and could immediately tell when something was off with him.
You took a sip of your strawberry flavored Truly as you saw Joe throw to JaâMarr and end up with a touchdown and quickly placed it back down on the table in order to celebrate.
But now, it was time for your nerves to be turned up to another level because you saw them wanting to go for a two point conversion.
âYou cannot be fucking serious right now.â You quietly said out loud, even though there was no one in the room but you.
During the play, someone on the Ravens defense had pulled Joeâs face mask and you were yelling at the television seeing as how they never even called it.
Suddenly, your phone rang next to you and you debated on whether you should answer it until you saw that it was your cousin Yalisa. Clicking accept, the first thing you heard was her yelling.
âY/N! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON IN THIS GAME?! DO YOU SEE HOW MANY CALLS THEY MISSED?! And not them beating your husband like he stole something.â
âIâm so over this, I donât even know anymore. It seems like they are personally working against them. Did you see him grab Joeâs face mask?â
âYes! And thatâs why I called you! Are the refs blind?!â
âUm, the only names Iâve heard all night are Joe and Jaâmarr. It doesnât seem like anyone else showed up to play today.â
âSee? Thatâs why Joe is as ripped as he is now because heâs carrying this team on his fucking back!â
âAnd he keeps wincing, so Iâm concerned because he has yet to seek medical attention. He just keeps going back in and I can tell that something is wrong with him.â You quietly said and tried to take a deep breath to help ground you from the uneasy feeling that was creeping in.
âI guess he sees it as he has to go back in because who the fuck else is going to? They are seriously pissing me off. Is this the week that Zac gets fired?â She asked and you immediately stifled a laugh.
âAs much as I would like that to become a reality, a lot more things need to change beside that one.â
It was one in the morning when your phone rang alerting you that you had a facetime call from your husband and you immediately answered.
The two of you stared at each other as you noticed Joe was laying down. In order to get more comfortable, he adjusted himself and you once again saw him wince. But before you could say anything about it, you heard his voice.
âI didnât wake you up did I?â He asked and you simply shook your head no.
âNo, and you know I always wait for you to call me before I go to sleep. I have to hear your voice one way or another.â
âAnd hearing your voice has to be my favorite thing in the world. I just canât wait until tomorrow when I actually get to hold you.â
âI canât wait for that either and I am going to fix all your favorite comfort foods and weâll eat ourselves into a food coma to get through this.â You replied as you brought the comforter higher up your body since you were getting cold.
âWhile watching rom coms of course.â
âA man that knows a way to my heart.â You told him and he gave you a small smile.
It was quiet for a few seconds and then you spoke up again.
âBaby?â
âYes?â
âI saw you wincing during the game. I donât like when you wince.â
âIâm okay, really. Itâs not a big deal.â
âJoey, donât give me that. You got hit multiple times. If something happened thenâŠâ
âI promise that Iâm okay, just a little sore. I already took the motrin that you slipped in my bag for me earlier.â
âWell someone has to do it seeing as you always forget.â
âTrue, and I donât know what I would do without you.â
âStop! Stop being so cute when youâre so far away and I canât kiss you until you get back, itâs not fair.â You whined and Joe let out a small laugh.
âYou can have all the kisses you want once you see me. Promise.â
âJoey? How are you and do not under any circumstances bullshit me right now because I will be on the first flight to Baltimore if you do.â
The deep sigh he let out before giving you a verbal answer was telling.
âFrustrated.â
âGo on.â
âIt seems like there is a disconnect somewhere and I canât put my finger on it.â
âCough your coach Zac Taylor cough.â
âWell, that and there is something else. Just havenât quite figured it out yet.â
âCan I be honest? You are amazing in your own right and even though I know that you already know this, Joey the last thing I ever want to happen is for you to in lack of better words waste your career for an organization that doesnât quite seem like they value or care about you. Like, my husband is the shit and Iâm not being biased. You are one of the best, if not the best, okay now Iâm being biased. But, youâre amazing and I just want so much better for you. Do you know how much it hurts to see you so upset every week that you lose knowing that you show up every time for your team and give 100% while others donât?â
â
Hearing the front door open from you and Joeâs shared office as you were working on your laptop, you immediately hopped up and ran to the foyer to greet him.
As soon as he spotted you, his bag was thrown to the side as he opened up his arms to embrace you as he placed several kisses on your lips.
When you did bring him in for a hug, once again you saw him wince.
âJosephâŠ.â
âNo, stop. Iâm fine.â
âHmm, pull up your shirt.â
âDamn, you want me to fuck you already? I was thinkingâŠâ Joe started to say, but you cut him off.
âNo! Well yes, but not yet! Lift it.â
âButâŠâ
âNOW.â
Once he did, you saw a black, purple, and blue bruise in the area where his ribs were on the left side and immediately gasped.
âBABY!â
âIâm fine, just a little bruised. I donât want you to worry yourself.â He told you as he put his shirt back down and grabbed your hand as he kissed the back of it.
âA LITTLE bruise? It literally takes up a very good portion of your torso. And how can I not worry? My husband is a professional football player. Worrying is ingrained in my brain now. It got ingrained when I met you at LSU so stop.â
âWould it make you feel better that I got checked out before we got on our flight to come back home because it was bothering me when I woke up?â
âYes. Kind of. But still!"
âAnd Iâm fine. I promise like I said, and you're so cute when you worry about me."
"Not cute, I get flustered and pray nothing bad happens to you."
Crossing your arms, you nodded your head as Joe uncrossed them and leaned down to kiss you.
"Nothing is going to happen, and I'm going to need you to relax for me. Now that we got that out of the way, Iâm also going to need my wife to lose her clothes.â
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Old man Logan going through the five stages of grief when you tell him you're pregnant, and the kid is his
Five Stages
Old Man!Logan Howlett x Female!Reader Rating: E (Explicit-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) Warnings: Pregnancy, angst with a happy ending, explicit oral sex (f receiving) and explicit PiV sex, daddy kink Word count: A little over 2.1k Synopsis: As Charles' caretaker and Logan's long term lover, life hasn't been the easiest and a possible pregnancy throws a wrench into things. (Set before the events of Logan) Authorâs note: With all my talk, I cannot believe this is my first fic with old man Logan, he drives me insane - please enjoy and thank you for the request!! P.S. I do not have a taglist! Instead if you would like to be notified when I post new fics follow my side blog @jo-writes-fanfic and turn your post notifications on! Comments and reblogs make my day! Main Masterlist
At first you thought it was the flu. You were nauseous, exhausted, and had constant headaches.Â
Logan brought you some cold medicine, but it wasnât like you could go to the doctor- living in hiding pretty much prevented that.Â
It was Charlesâ odd comments to you about a new mutant that made you decide to take a pregnancy test. At first you brushed off his comments as due to his dementia, but eventually the signs became too hard to ignore.Â
You gave Logan the list of supplies you needed to care for Charles and at the bottom youâd written a pregnancy test.Â
Heâd stuffed the list into his pocket without reading it, pressed a brief kiss to your forehead, and said a gruff goodbye as he walked out the door.Â
It was a two day wait before you saw him again. You puked both mornings he was gone. The food you made for Charles made you sick and you missed Logan something awful. Your emotions were all over the place, but the strongest one was panic.Â
Youâd always wanted a baby one day, but then the world went to shit and it was impossible to live safely as a mutant, and life everyday was a battle for survival as you cared for an aging Charles and Logan tried to scrounge up enough money to get the three of you somewhere safer.Â
This was not the ideal situation for a baby. Though if you were being honest, a part of you was thrilled. If you were pregnant, you wanted this, you wanted to have Loganâs baby- to be his in an irreparable way.Â
You just werenât quite sure how heâd feel about it.Â
You stood before the stove and stirred a pot of soup. You hummed as you made dinner for you and Charles. Logan had texted you that morning that he would be back tonight, so you hoped heâd be back in time for dinner but you didnât count on it.Â
You hummed quietly and the peace of the moment was interrupted by the clanging of the door.Â
Logan shuffled in and you gasped at the blood on his shirt.Â
âSânot mine, princess,â he grunted as he sat down heavily at the chair before the kitchen table.Â
You sighed in relief and took a step towards him but he leveled a glare at you.Â
He had a paper grocery bag, heâd sat it on the floor next to him. He reached inside and tossed a box towards you.Â
It slid across the table and stopped just before it fell off. Right in front of you laid a pregnancy test- it was as if heâd thrown a grenade. The both of you just stared at one another.Â
âYou wanna explain this?â He asked.Â
âIâve been sickâŠâ you whispered.Â
âWhy did I have to find out from a fuckinâ grocery list babygirl?â He asked sharply.Â
You gulped.Â
âI-I could be wrong, maybe itâs just the flu, I donât- I was worried youâd be upset with me and clearly you are so-âÂ
âCâmere,â he grunted.Â
You sighed, knew there was no arguing with him, and took the few steps towards him. As soon as you stood close enough to reach he pulled you onto his lap.Â
âI could never be mad at you,â he said with a sigh as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his neck. He held you tight and ran one hand up and down your back.Â
Your heart slowed its rapid pace.Â
âGo take the test,â he said and you stood, prepared to do as he said. His hand slipped down your arm and held onto your hand.Â
âYou're not gonna give your daddy a kiss?â He said and his eyes twinkled as he teased you.Â
You smiled for the first time in days and leaned down and pressed a kiss to his chapped lips.Â
He smacked your ass gently as you walked out of the kitchen and you swiped the pregnancy test off the table as you left.Â
Several excruciatingly long minutes later you walked back into the kitchen.Â
He looked like heâd cleaned up a bit, at the very least changed his shirt into one that didnât have dried blood all over it.Â
You loved Logan, it didnât matter to you that the metal inside him was slowly poisoning him and it didnât matter that his body was aging and at this point he looked significantly older than you. He was still painfully handsome with his salt and pepper hair and rough beard. He was gruff, but only you knew of the gentleness within. You loved him more than anything, but you knew the stress he was under and worried that this would create even more.Â
You slid the test across the table the same way he had, this time with tears in your eyes.Â
He grabbed it with his large scarred hand and stared and stared and stared at it.Â
He looked up and as his eyes met his, you swore the torrent of emotions within them mirrored the five stages of grief.Â
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance- you watched him experience the full range within a few moments as he stared at you.Â
This wasnât the ideal situation for either of you to have a baby. But you knew Logan would be a good father, you knew youâd be able to figure it out as a team, you hoped it would be okay.Â
He stood with a grunt and walked towards you. Your heart felt as if it were in your throat and you forgot how to breathe.Â
You looked down at your feet unable to meet his heavy gaze.Â
âLook at me, babygirl,â he murmured. With a gentle hand on your jaw and chin he lifted your head as he stood close enough that your chest brushed his.Â
There were tears in both your eyes.Â
âYou want this?â he asked gently.Â
You nodded, unable to form any words.Â
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.Â
âDo you?â you finally asked, your voice more timid than youâd ever heard it.Â
He wrapped you in his arms and held you tight.Â
âOf course,â he said and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.Â
You breathed out a shuddering sigh of relief and burrowed your face further into his chest. You sunk into his embrace and let a few tears slip from your eyes.
âAre you panicking as much as I am?â you asked after a few long moments of peace.Â
He chuckled and said, âProbably, but weâll figure it out.âÂ
You took a few more calming breaths. âYeah, itâll be okay.âÂ
He lifted you up and placed you on the kitchen counter behind you. A gentle hand caressed your stomach.Â
âThis isnât the ideal situation to have a baby, but I donât want you to worry, princess. Daddyâs got you. Iâll take care of you,â he said fervently.Â
You curled your fingers into his gray hair and yanked his lips to yours.Â
He huffed a laugh against your lips as he kissed you with the same passion.Â
âSâyour fault,â you murmured against his lips.Â
He pulled back and glared at you, which caused you to giggle.Â
âYou forgot to pick up my birth control last month when you got Charlesâ meds, remember? I went a few days without it,â you said as you pressed a kiss to his jaw, then down to his neck.Â
His hand slid up to your throat, he gently gripped you - only enough to pull your lips from his throat and force you to look him in the eyes once more.Â
âReally, you think thatâs the reason- but who was begginâ for my cock, huh? Who was begginâ for me to come inside?â he said, his voice low in that dominant way that turned your brain fuzzy.Â
âMe,â you breathed out.Â
He smirked and pulled you to him again as he slotted his lips over yours.Â
âYou gonna do some more of that pretty begging?â he asked after several minutes of his lips on yours as he consumed you.Â
You let out a shuddering breath.Â
âPlease, daddy, need you so bad,â you breathed out.Â
He groaned and his knees cracked as he kneeled on the hard tile before you. Your breathing quickened as he spread your legs and slowly pushed his rough palms up your sensitive thighs. He pushed your dress up, up, up, until he could see your panties.Â
You whimpered at the sight of him kneeling before you.Â
âGonna give you everything you need, princess. Youâre giving your old man more than he ever couldâve dreamed,â he praised.Â
Your breaths came quick and heavy and wiggled yourself closer to him. He chuckled at your eagerness and began to press gentle kisses to the inside of your thigh.Â
His nose ran up and pressed against your needy pussy. He took in a deep breath and groaned at the smell of your arousal.Â
âGonna be my pretty little mama, huh? You gonna have my baby- be mine forever?â he practically growled as he yanked off your soaked panties.Â
âY-yes, yes, oh god, oh yes Lo,â you whimpered as his warm wet tongue licked you from your desperate hole to your clit.Â
You gripped his silver hair as you clenched your thighs around his head. You squirmed where you sat on the kitchen counter, desperate for more of him.Â
His expert tongue circled and flicked you at the center of your pleasure.Â
Your spine began to tingle, your entire body filled with warmth, and your thighs trembled. You moaned wantonly as his lips surrounded your clit and he sucked.Â
âFuck, daddy, so good!,â you exclaimed.Â
Just as you felt like the wave of pleasure you rode was about to crescendo, he pulled back. You gasped in dismay and almost came at the sight of him disheveled with your slick coating his beard.Â
âLogan,â you whined and reached for him as he stood.Â
He grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm.Â
âPatience, babygirl, need you to come on my cock,â he growled as he began to unbuckle his belt. You whimpered as you saw the evidence of his affection for you.Â
Slowly, all too slowly, he unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper, and finally pulled out his huge cock.Â
He batted your hand away and yanked you to the very edge of the counter. As his lips crashed against yours he lined his cock up and with no preamble thrust himself inside you.Â
You gasped at the taste of yourself on his tongue and the sudden feeling of fullness.Â
Your head fell back and almost hit the cabinet behind you if it werenât for his quick reflexes as he slid his hand and cradled the back of your head.Â
He huffed a laugh and kissed you deeper as he tangled his tongue with yours. You wrapped your thighs around his waist and linked your ankles in an attempt to pull him deeper inside you, to somehow feel closer to him.Â
All of the clothes still remaining on both your bodies frustrated you, but you were too desperate for him to pull away and rid either of you of any clothing. He pulled your chest tighter to yours with a hand on your back as he ground himself deeper inside you.Â
There were no words to say, to define the feeling of connection and closeness, as he continued to thrust inside you and your breaths mingled as his forehead rested against yours.Â
He noticed the shift in your breathing and slipped a hand between the two of you and pressed his thumb against your clit.Â
With a kiss to your forehead he murmured, âCâmon, give it to me princess, youâre fuckinâ perfect- I love you so much.âÂ
You whimpered and tears filled your eyes as you clenched down on his thick cock and came.Â
From the stuttering of his hips you could tell he was close too, and you pressed your lips to his and murmured, âI love you, Logan, please come inside me, fill me up, please.âÂ
He groaned your name into your mouth as he thrust once more, deep inside you and came. You felt perfectly, exquisitely full and there was no better feeling in the world. Â
You rested your head against his chest as you both came down from such intense heights.Â
His hand rubbed up and down your back.Â
âWeâre having a baby, Lo,â you mumbled.Â
His hand again rested against your lower stomach.Â
âYeah, we are,â he said and there was a lightness in his voice you hadnât heard in a long time.Â
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CHASING HEARTS | MV1 & CL16
summary: youâve been friends with max and charles for quite a while now, but as much as youâve tried you just canât keep denying your true feelings anymore. so, what happens when they came knocking on your door demanding an explanation?
pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader x charles leclerc. content warnings: hurt/comfort, poly relationship.
âshe said she was busy studying,â charles says as he gets out of maxâs car parked right in front of your building. âi donât think we should be here.â
max gives him an exasperated look. âand you really believe that?â when charles shrugs, max canât help but roll his eyes. âsheâs been ignoring us and giving poor excuses to not hang out with us for weeks, donât you think itâs a little strange?â
charles, in fact, finds it strange. at first he thought nothing of it, but then max came to him ranting about how he saw you hanging out with oscar and lando, laughing about something the younger boy had said, but when he got closer, that beautiful and melodic laugh died in your throat, and you didn't look at him once.
charles just looked at max and waited patiently until the boy stopped his ranting. what came next was a conversation that was bound to happen. but when they tried to approach you they were met with a cold text saying you were too busy, while you tried very hard not to cross paths with them around university.
they just can't take it anymore. ambushing you at your own house it's probably a bad idea, but hey, they need answers.
the elevator ride to your apartment can't be fast enough, max thinks that if he has to spend another minute without knowing what happens he will most definitely go crazy.
the blonde-haired boy slams his fist against your door, anxiety and anger building inside of him. charles has to put his hand on his shoulder to try and ground him.
you open the door wrapped in a very cosy blanket, surprised to find them there. "hi?" you say, at a loss for words. you've missed them, you'd be lying if you say that having them in front of you, even if max looks angry and charles a little sad, it's not what you've been dreaming about.
"hi, sweetheart." charles gives you his signature smile, with dimples on display and everything. "can we come inside?" he asks, but max is already pushing the door open and making his way into your home.
"i can't to his anymore," it's the first thing max says, hands on hips and a frustrated expression on his face. "what is happening? i need an answer now. we need answers. you've kept us in the dark long enough."
charles knows max is hurting and trying very hard not to take it out on you, even if you're the who caused this, so, he takes a step forward.
"we've missed you, right?" the monégasque raises his eyebrows, throwing daggers at him. max sighs, shoulders dropping slightly. "we just need to know why are you ignoring us. and if after that you don't want to see us again, then... we will not force you."
that's exactly what you don't want to do and why you distanced yourself in the first place. you promise yourself you were not going to tell them the reason.
you close the door while wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders, as if that is going to magically make you disappear.
"iâum, it's not..." you avoid making eye contact, fearing that if you do your walls will crumb and you'll let your true feelings rise to the surface. you're in great danger already.
max makes a noncommittal grunt and mutters something under his breath.
you sigh, putting on a brave face. "i just been busy. finals are around the corner and i've been distracted," you raise your eyes to, finally, look at them and charles heart skips a beat, even if he catches your gaze for just a second.
"bullshit," max hisses through his teeth, seeing right through you. why did you thought you'd succeed in lying to them? "did we do something to upset you?"
"no! no, you didn't to anything wrong." you rub your hands over your face, exasperated.
"then why are you doing this?" charles really doesn't understand because you aren't making any sense. "we thought everything was fine.â
max inhales softly, counting to ten in his head. "i even asked lando if he knew something and he said it was not his secret to tell, so, we know something is happening."
"i can't be your friend anymore!" you feel tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.
"what?" both say at the same time, but you don't have the heart to look at their faces.
max runs his hands through his hair, it's a little too long again and you'd volunteer to cut it if it weren't for what's happening right now.
charles paces around the living room, alternating between looking at you and then at his feet.
"it's not that big of a deal," you shrug, walking past them into the kitchen to make some tea just to have something to do. "it's not like i'm an important part of your life."
they follow you into the kitchen because of course they can't leave it at that.
"what are you talking about?" charles sounds broken, he can't believe you'd think so little of you. and what you actually mean to him and max. "if you really think we can forget about you that easily, then you don't know me. or max." he says, tugging at max's wrist.
"you're very, very important to us. we care about you, we've been so worriedâ"
"i just can't, okay!?" you turn around, forgetting all about the tea. "i can't get in the way. i won't."
"in the way of what?" max sounds so confused, and when you look at charles, his expression is the same one as the boy standing next to him.
"i know you're together." you whisper, glancing fearfully between them.
"well, obviously." charles chuckles, amusement tilting his voice, but his expression still shows how confused he is. "i mean, we're not exactly subtle about it. and we spend a lot of time together, so, you would've noticed, eventually."
"that's exactly the problem!" you throw your hands in the hair, finally giving up. you can't do it anymore. "i like you." your eyes widen in fear once you hear yourself saying the words you swore to yourself you would not to say out loud.
max looks at charles, but charles keeps looking at you like you've grown a third head or something. and when neither of them says anything, you know you've fucked everything up.
"i like you, too." charles finally says, letting go of max wrist to get closer to you, but he doesn't get too far because you are moving out of the way, away from him as much as you can.
"you don't understand," you look at them with cheeks burning with embarrassment. "i like you. both of you. and not like friends should like other friends, okay? so i can't be friends with you."
max laughs, like actually laughs, throwing his head backwards and all. it makes you feel stupid and tiny in that big, stupid kitchen.
you should not have said it. you should have made something up, you should have acted like a grown ass adult and shove those feelings deep inside of you, forgetting all about wanting to be held by them, and kissed, and comforted.
stupid girl with stupid feelingsâ
"hey," max says, in a voice too small to be his own. "can i come a little closer?" your shoulders tighten, you really want to say no but you are nodding before your mind can catch up with it.
max walks slowly, being followed closely by charles. they don't want to scare you and have you walking away from them again.
"sometimes," max says carefully as you bite your lip trying to regulate your breathing. "these things happen. we're not actually seeking them but, as most things in life, things happen... i know how that feels, schatje." charles lifts his right hand so, so slowly, until is resting on your hip, fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly.
"i'm so sorry, max â"
"don't apologize. you don't need to apologize for having feelings." he says and you bite your lower lip harder, tasting blood. you don't deserve his gentleness, you don't deserve charlesâ caring touch, you don't deserve anything. "you didn't do anything wrong, okay?â
you open your mouth to say something, but close it again quickly when charles shakes his head.
"you still don't get it, do you?" the brown-haired boy asks, and coos at you when you tilt your head to the side. "max, she doesn't get it."
they share a knowing look, smiling playfully when his eyes are back on you again. you feel lightheaded, aware that something is happening right in front of your eyes but not understanding a single thing.
"we planned on having this conversation a little bit different," charles beings to say as max's hand finds comfort on your lower back. "max would cook something for us and we would eat, then watch and movie and, at the end of the night, we would have this conversation."
max hums, nodding along. "but you ghosted us and fucked all of our plans." the monégasque slaps his chest playfully with his free hand while you feel like you're gonna be sick.
"whaâwhat are you talking about?" your heart is about to be spilled out onto the floor.
"we like you, too." charles confirms, his voice rumbling through your ears.
"we didn't noticed what was happening at first," max has a small, shy smile on his face as he remembers the exact moment he had the conversation with charles, where both of them ended up crying while trying to understand what it all meant to them. "it was thanks to you ignoring us that we realized our true feelings."
"at least something good happened because of it." charles' voice is small like a child's and, for the first time in forever, you cup his cheek, his skin feeling soft and so warm. you do the same with max, getting goosebumps all over your body.
"you're not playing with me?" you need to be sure before getting your hopes up.
max's grips tightens on you. "we aren't that cruel, baby."
you want to cry. and scream, and laugh, and cry some more.
you look at each other for what feel like ages, you've missed each other so much that now that you are finally reunited, you don't want to be apart anymore.
then, the three of you start giggling like children.
"can i kiss you?" charles shyly ask, earning a snort from max beside him.
your tiny nod it's all he needs to lean in and brush his lips against yours. it's a timid kiss, tasting each other slowly. it's delicate and gentle, you feel like floating up in the air which leaves you feeling dizzy when he eventually pulls away.
max doesn't asks, he just leans and waits for you to make the first move. which you definitely do. there are butterflies in you belly and you feel so nervous that you bump your nose with his, making them both laugh. max grins into the kiss and lets you take all the control, following your lead.
their kisses leave you feeling warm all over and with a buzzing in your ears that even after an hour of making out still wonât go away.
it's stupid and it's not gonna be easy. there are so many preconceptions about poly relationships that you know people will talk. but for now you don't care about anything but the two boys glued to your sides as you cuddle together on the couch.
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kaveh snapping at alhaitham for buying another ugly wood carving⊠except he forgot it was his birthday đ
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âThis looks absolutely nothing like me!â Kaveh snaps at the rough-out Aranara carving that suddenly shows up one morning, looking so blonde and angry.
Alhaitham comes out of his room at this moment and walks over to their common shelf where the architect stands.
Kaveh has a meeting with a particularly frustrating client today and heâs feeling so anxious that he cannot help but snaps at Alhaitham too, âHow many times do I have to tell you not to bring ugly wood carvings into our home!?â
Alhaitham looks at Kaveh, his lips tightens. Something unfathomable flashes across his eyes and disappears just as suddenly.
âDo whatever you want with it then,â Alhaitham says finally after an awkward silence. Then he grabs his key from the shelf and turns his back to walk towards the front door without saying another word.
Kaveh looks at him leaving the house in puzzlement. It is not a rare occasion to see the Scribe not bothering to argue with him but Alhaitham never walks away after saying only one sentence before. He looks as if heâs angry or evenâŠpouting? Kaveh is not sure if that word can describe Alhaitham.
Maybe Kaveh did something wrong? He gasps at the thought.
Is it because the smell of the cream soup he made yesterday was too strong? Or maybe it was the fact that the house is now so messy because heâs in the middle of tidying up things? Or maybe he moved or touched some books he wasnât supposed to?
Kaveh ends up thinking for the whole day. He even spaces out during the clientâs meeting and almost drops the model when he tries to present his plan.
He thinks and thinks but nothing comes to his mind. They have been on unusually pretty good terms lately, so he cannot think of something recent that might have made Alhaitham upset.
Kaveh is so deep in thought he almost bumps into Collei on the way home.
âAh! Sorry!â Kaveh exclaims then realizes who it is, âCollei! I didnât know you were in town today!â
Somehow, the trainee Forest Ranger looks shocked to see him. She quickly picks up something that fell to the ground when they bumped into each other earlier. Kaveh catches a glimpse of a small green box with yellow ribbon before Collei swiftly hides it behind her back.
âItâs so good to see you! Wanna grab something to eat?â Kaveh asks, ignoring her suspicious behavior. Heâs not ready to go home just yet, not when he still hasnât figured out what he did wrong.
âUh, sorry I have somewhere to be today,â Collei replies nervously, avoiding to meeting his eyes, âIf you will excuse me, I really need to get going.â
Then she takes off before he can say another word.
Kaveh ruffles his hair in confusion. What is going on today?
After wandering around aimlessly for a while, he decides that he has no other place to go except the good old Lambadâs Tavern.
He sits down at a table and orders a drink even though itâs merely 5PM.
âHey, Kaveh!â Lambad shouts his name from behind the counter, âThat oneâs on the house! Happy Birthday!â
Oh. Shit.
A realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning.
âHow could I forget!â he cries, standing up abruptly, âIt is my birthday!â
He tells Lambad that heâll take a raincheck on that glass of wine before leaving the tavern. Kaveh rushes home as fast as he can and finds Alhaitham standing in front of the shelf with the Aranara carving on one hand and a bag on another.
Alhaitham raises his eyebrows when he sees Kaveh practically flying from the front door.
âNo, waitâ-â Kaveh tries to catch his breath, âD-donât throw that away!â
âOh?â Alhaitham puts down the Aranara and turns to face the architect. âSeems like you finally remember something.â
âSorry for what I said this morning,â Kaveh blurts out, âI know it sounds like an excuse but that clientâs project kept me frustrated all night and I shouldnât have taken it on you.â
Alhaitham looks at him silently.
âAlright, alright,â Kaveh puts two hands in the air, âI apologize for calling it ugly.â
The Scribe lets out a chuckle right this second. It is clear that he does not intend put up any fights with Kaveh on his birthday.
Alhaitham hands him the Aranara in question and asks, âWill you also stop calling my other wood carvings ugly?â
âWell, I wouldnât go that far,â Kaveh replies with a beaming smile. His eyes light up as he takes the wooden figure in his hands.
Alhaitham gives him birthday presents every year but they are usually books or drafting tools. This is the first time Kaveh has received something custom-made. Well, from anyone, really.
âI donât know whatâs gotten into me this morning,â he mumbles, feeling the rough wood under his fingers. âSure, it looks a bit cruder than that one in your bedroom which I kind of like, but the more you look at it, the morâ- Hey!â
âI changed my mind,â Alhaitham announces with a straight face, the Aranara is now back to his hand. âIâm taking it back.â
Kaveh blinks.
âWhat did you just say!?â he raises his voice.
âI donât see any reasons why it should be in the possession of someone who doesnât appreciate it,â he replies simply while putting the wooden figure in the bag, then starts to walk to the entrance hall.
âHow do you know I donât appreciate it!?â Kaveh follows him, trying so hard not to yell at his back, âThis is ridiculous! You just gave it to me literally a second ago!â
That does not make Alhaitham slow down one bit. In the heat of the moment, Kaveh charges at him without thinking.
Next thing he knows, they are both on the floor with Alhaitham being beneath him. He quickly snatches the bag from the Scribeâs hand and sits up.
âHa!â Kaveh exclaims, raising it in the air in victory. âYou cannot walk away from me this time! Donât you know that itâs rude to take back what you have given!?â
When there isnât any response, Kaveh glances down, only to see that Alhaitham is covering his face laughing.
Kaveh looks at this scene in disbelief.
âWere you just teasing me!?â he asks with a high-pitched voice, âOh my god, who are you? What have you done to my Alhaitham?â
âI couldnât help,â he is still laughing, âYou shouldâve seen your face.â
Itâs extremely rare for Kaveh to see a silly side of Alhaitham, let alone seeing him laughing like this. Kaveh stares dazedly at him, completely forgetting why he was mad in the first place.
âYou can have the Aranara,â Alhaitham says with a smile, âWill you get off me now? Although I donât really mindâ-â
Kaveh interrupts this sentence with a cough, just realizing what a dangerous position they are in. He shifts to move out of the way, but at this moment, a small piece of paper falls of the bag and lands on Alhaithamâs chest.
The Scribeâs eyes widen as he moves to reach for it, but Kaveh is quicker.
Seeing whatâs on there, he is speechless.
Alhaitham covers his face again, but his ears are turning visibly red. The worse thing is, Kaveh can also feel his face burning too.
âYou carved this,â he asks softly, âfor me?â
After a while, Alhaitham admits with a sigh, âYes.â
Kaveh is dumbfounded. He assumed that it was merely a commission. Never has he ever thought Alhaitham would go that far to do something like this for him.
âThatâs why youâve been coming home late for the past week!â Kaveh just remembers how unusual it was when he said that he needed to work overtime.
âYou knowing this wasnât part of the plan, I was too careless.â he says flatly and decides to pull himself up, unintentionally getting closer to Kaveh. âNow itâs good time for you to forget you have seen that workshop receipt.â
âNuh-uh,â Kaveh pokes his chest, âThis Aranara is now worth a million mora to me.â
âYou have just burdened yourself with a new enormous debt thenâ Alhaitham teases.
âHey!â
âI think wood craving has grown on me.â Alhaitham smiles, âSo Iâm afraid youâll have to put up with these ugly figurines for now.â
âCome on, they are not that ugly,â Kaveh chuckles, âBut we do need to set up a proper corner for them so they donât disrupt the current aesthetic.â
The Scribe canât help but roll his eyes at this comment.
âSeriously though, thank youâ Kaveh softly touches his shoulder and looks directly into his eyes, âItâs the first time someone did something so special for me. I will always treasure it.â
The Scribe stares back at him and without a warning, Alhaitham pulls him into his arms and whispers to his hair, âHappy Birthday, Kaveh.â
After that, Collei, along with Cyno and Tighnari, burst open their front door right when they are still hugging in the hallway. Kavehâs face turns as red as a tomato as Alhaitham helps him up on his feet.
The night cannot be more perfect. The house is filled with the smell of good food, laughers and joy. His most favorite dishes are laid out on the table and the gifts are waiting for him to open. Wine never tastes better and even Cynoâs jokes are funnier than usual.
Kaveh watches as everyone starts to eat and cheerfully discuss about what games they are going to play tonight. His heart aches a bit thinking of how much he does not want to ever lose this; his friends, his happiness, his home.
And when his eyes accidentally meet with Alhaithamâs, he cannot help but wonder, would things turn out differently if he hadnât met the Scribe at the tavern that night where he had taken Kaveh in?
He tries harder now to stay happy, to actually listen to some of Alhaithamâs advice, the sensible ones at least.
âDonât burden yourself with something unnecessary from the past and from the futureâ, he would say.
So instead of dwelling on the past regrets and unknown future, Kaveh thinks he is ready now to find comfort in the present happiness.
(END)
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Tummy
summary: when buck decides to start his cut a little early, you show him how much you love his tummy.
word count: 2.8k
a/n: i got 2 requests for bucktummy adjacent things; bucktummy smut and crop top buck, so i decided to combine them. love these requests because i am the #1 bucktummy supporter. enjoy<3
warnings: smut, bucktummy (deserves the warning), no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader
MDNI- 18+ Only!
Buck drops his bag on the floor as soon as he steps over the threshold of his apartment, both his arms and legs feeling like jello as he makes his way over to the couch and plops down beside you. He rests his head on the backrest of the couch, letting out a big sigh, which catches your attention.
You set your book down beside you and turn slightly to face him, frowning at his clear exhaustion. You tug the blanket further up your lap as it falls slightly, now angling your body towards his as you sit criss-cross beside him.
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â you ask in a sad voice, reaching out to grab his hand. You know he went to the gym today, and he usually loves the gym, so youâre a little confused about why heâs in such a bad mood. His hair is still damp from his shower, but even then, you know that heâs usually not at the gym for this long either.
âStarted my cut today. Worked a little too hard, I guess.â he tells you, trying to shrug it off as he turns his head and looks at you. Your frown gets deeper at the mention of his cut.
âYou started your cut already? Donât you have another week left?â you ask, confusion written across your face. He has a calendar on his fridge, and you see it pretty much every day. You know youâre right because you love when he bulks.
âWanted to start early.â he says one hand moving to rest on his shirt-covered tummy instinctively. You furrow your brows as your eyes follow his movements, and when you look back up at him, he sighs before he explains.
âLook at my belly; itâs getting too big. Just figured Iâd start the cut early.â he says nonchalantly, and you scoff.
âI like your tummy.â you tell him, and itâs his turn to be confused. You laugh softly at his confused expression, then get up onto your knees and throw the blanket off your legs before you lean over to meet his lips in a kiss.
âYou really like it?â he asks in disbelief as he pulls back, and you roll your eyes as you smile.
âBaby, your tummy is hot.â you tell him a bit sternly, although the smile is still on your face. He chuckles quietly, running his tongue across the inside of his cheek, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
He grabs your hips and pulls you to straddle him, and you happily oblige, sitting on his lap. His hands move up from your hips, up under your sweater to your waist, his thumbs gently rubbing circles on the sides of your own tummy.
âWhy does that sound so familiar?â he asks in a teasing tone, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his eyes slightly as he looks up at you.
You sometimes have what you both have deemed âbad body days,â and when you do, Buck is quick to praise your belly, showering it with kisses and soft touches. Heâs never upset at you for those days; he knows they happen to everyone, so when you tell him youâre having one of those days, he makes everything about you.
âBecause you say that to me all the time. And I donât think youâre lying when you say that, are you?â you ask, tilting your head in the same direction as his as your arms find their place draped over his shoulders.
âOf course not.â he tells you, his face going serious for a moment. You smile, leaning down to kiss his nose, which makes him scrunch his face up.
âThen you have to believe me when I tell you that your tummy is hot, too. Thatâs how it works.â you tell him with a smile, tightening your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. âLet me show you how much I love it.â you whisper against his lips.
âI feel like weâve had this exact conversation before.â he teases, pulling you back gently by the back of your neck to meet your pretty eyes.
âSo let me return the favour; show you how much I love your body. Tummy and all.â you purr, and he grins before he pulls you back in for a desperate kiss. You begin to slowly grind your hips against his, feeling the tent growing in his sweatpants. He lets out a low groan, hands firmly gripping your plush hips and forcing you to move harder against him.
You feel like a teenager with the way youâre both clawing at each other, kisses sloppy and desperate as you try to pour all of your love and affection into your actions.
Suddenly, you pull back with a mischievous smile on your face. He raises a brow, but he doesnât have time to ask you what the hell youâre thinking about before youâre off his lap and halfway up the stairs to his room.
You come back down less than a minute later, and although you werenât gone long, Buck has to resist the growing urge to palm himself through his grey sweats. He looks confused when you throw his crop top at him, and then settle on the couch beside him and urge him to stand up.
He looks down at the fabric for a moment. He cut it himself one day on a whim after seeing a fitness guy he follows on Instagram wearing one, but heâd only ever worn it around the house.
âCome on, put it on.â you tell him in an encouraging tone. And he shrugs before pulling his other shirt off and putting on the crop top. Your eyes travel down to his tummy peeking out of the shirt, and you bite your lip, a soft hum escaping your lips.
âNow, get up. Do a spin for me.â you say in a teasing tone. He rolls his eyes, trying not to laugh as he lets out a huff. As he stands up, you smack his ass, watching him intently as he moves to stand in front of you, putting his arms out and gesturing to himself.
âSpin.â you say again with a giggle, and he huffs before he follows your order. The shirt stops at the perfect spot, allowing his tummy to poke out, as if teasing you. All you want to do is kiss and bite at his tummy, but you hold back, taking in his back as he turns in a circle.
âWhy am I doing this?â he asks once heâs facing you again. He stays standing in front of you, waiting for you to tell him to sit down, and he blushes when he sees just how into his tummy you are. Your eyes are focused on it, and with the way your chest is moving quickly, heâs sure your heartbeat has increased as well.
You canât help it. Heâs a large man. Strong and solid. He has clear, defined muscles, although thereâs a layer of fat covering parts of his body, and thatâs what makes your mouth water. Heâs soft around the edges, and it reminds you that although heâs the strongest man youâve ever dated, quite possibly ever met, heâs still so soft with you, so calm and comforting. You can nuzzle against him after a hard day, and you know that his strong arms can protect you as well.
âDo you remember when I was feeling insecure, and you made me wear that set for you that I was too scared to wear?â you ask, finally tearing your eyes away from his soft tummy and looking into his eyes. He nods, realization finally crossing his face.
âIs this payback?â he asks, and you nod, laughing along with him. You stand up and close the distance between you, hands going to his chest before drifting down to his exposed tummy.
âI like your tummy, and Iâm gonna prove it to you.â You donât give him a chance to reply before you grab the front of his shirt and make him turn. You move him back towards the couch and push him to sit on it, earning a soft grunt as he hits the couch.
Youâre back on his lap again in an instant, kissing and nipping at his neck as your hips instinctively move against his in a slow grind. You can feel your arousal pooling between your legs, and every touch feels magnified as you feel the material of his sweatpants brushing against your bare legs. Youâre wearing a hoodie and sleep shorts; you were ready for a lazy day at home, but now, you have other plans.
When you feel youâve given his neck enough attention, you get up and kneel in front of him, hands spreading his legs far enough for you to fit between.
You raise his crop top with both hands, holding it high enough for you to see his entire belly, and you trail your eyes up to meet his gaze slowly.
âLove your tummy. My pretty boy.â you murmur before you lower your lips to his tummy, starting to kiss just below his chest. He watches you with a dazed expression as you press gentle kisses down his tummy, moving up and down and left to right above his belly button. You can see from the corner of your eye that his hands are firmly placed on the couch, fingers digging into the material as if heâs itching to touch you, and you lean back just enough to speak.
âYou can touch me, baby.â He listens immediately, putting one hand on the side of your head as he lets out a deep breath, and you hum happily as you lower your lips back down to meet his tummy. You move down below his belly button, keeping eye contact as you kiss over the freckles and scars that youâre sure you donât want to know the stories behind.
With the way heâs looking down at you, youâre positive that heâs never been worshipped like this before. You know he likes worshipping you, and youâre sure heâs done it with every partner heâs ever been with, but with the way his breath is catching in his throat and his cheeks are red and hot, itâs clear that heâs not used to the attention being turned onto him.
And as you kiss down his tummy, youâre not sure why heâs not used to this. Heâs a gorgeous man, obviously, and you donât think you can point out a physical imperfection even if you tried.
He lets out a soft whimper when you remove one hand from his crop top and slide it down his tummy to the bulge in his sweatpants, palming him slowly while you take your lips away from his hot skin right above the waistband of the sweats sitting low on his hips.
His hand moves down to your cheek and he brushes a thumb over your chubby cheek, and you smile. You ghost your other hand down his tummy as you continue to move your hand over his leaking cock, and when your hand finally reaches the waistband of his grey sweats, you take your other hand away from him and tap his thigh lightly.
He lifts his hips easily, and you pull his sweats and his boxers down his legs in one swift motion, grinning as his cock springs free, tip bright red as it slaps against his soft tummy.
âYou want something, pretty boy?â you ask in a slightly teasing tone, mouth watering as you try to focus on his face. He nods desperately, his hands clenched into fists as he resists the urge to take matters into his own hands and push your head down until youâre choking and gagging on him.
âPlease.â he practically whimpers, and your smile turns into a smirk. You spit into your hand before you wrap it around his cock, pumping him a few times. He licks his lips, groaning as he watches your hand move, and then a breathy plea escapes his lips again, and you giggle softly.
You donât tease him any further, however, and you lower your mouth down to lick a firm strip up the underside of his aching cock. He moans, watching you intently as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, licking the bead of precum and humming softly.
His hand finds the back of your head, and your eyes dart between his eyes and his tummy before you push yourself down as far as you can, feeling him hitting the back of your throat as tears form in your eyes.
The groan he lets out is music to your ears, and encourages you on, moving slowly up and down on his cock as you moan around his length. Your sounds vibrate up his cock and through his entire body, and he throws his head back against the back of the couch as he gently guides your head up and down on him.
You lower as far as you can again. The hair on his pubic bone is tickling your nose, and you can hardly breathe, but with the way heâs whimpering and squirming under you, you donât care. While one hand stays on his thigh, keeping yourself balanced on your knees while the carpet beneath you digging patterns into your skin, the other moves up to his tummy again. Your fingers dig into the flesh, and he tilts his head back down to look at you again, his eyes wide as the moan dies on his lips.
âJesus Christ, youâre killing me.â he whispers, and you pull away from him with a quiet pop, your lips wet and pupils dilated.
âLove your tummy, baby.â is all you say before you lower back onto him again, moving with increased fervor as you move your hand from his thigh to the base of his cock. You move your hand and your mouth in unison, desperate to bring him release, and he groans, feeling his high quickly approaching.
What finally sends him over the edge is when you pull your mouth back from his cock for a split second, continuing to pump him with your hand as your mouth goes down to kiss and lick his balls. He doesnât even have time to warn you before heâs cumming all over his soft tummy, white hot cum dripping down his skin as he looks down at you with hooded eyes.
You give him a smile, mumbling a âso good for meâ as you lean back before you stick your tongue out and begin to lick up the cum littered across his tummy. Your eyes move between his cum-covered tummy and his face as you clean him off, and if he wasnât so overwhelmed right now, heâs sure heâd cum again at the sight.
When youâre sure youâve gotten it all, you lean back, giving him a sickly-sweet smile as you stay on your knees between his legs.
âDo you believe me now, baby?â you ask, and he nods quickly, swallowing and taking in large breaths.
âI think I do.â he replies, and you beam.
âWanna do one more thing.â you murmur, eyes already on his tummy as you lean back in, mouth going to the soft flesh a couple inches above his hip bone, but not quite on his side. He knows what youâre doing as soon as you start, and while he knows he probably shouldnât let you; he canât bring himself to stop you.
You pull back after a moment, admiring the big, dark mark you left on his skin. You then make eye contact with him, giving him a sheepish smile.
âYou like it?â you ask, and he finally tears his gaze off of your face and to the work of art youâve just created on his flesh.
âI love you.â is all he says before he takes your hands from his thighs, urging you to stand up. You squeal when he hoists you up by the back of your thighs and into his arms, giggling as he stalks into the kitchen and sets you down on the counter. He still has the crop top on, and youâre fully clothed, which, for some reason, excites you.
âGonna show you how much I like it.â he purrs before his lips find yours, kissing you desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him impossibly closer, aching to have him inside of you.
âKeep the shirt on.â you whisper against his lips, and he chuckles as he pulls away, grabbing your ankles and pulling your ass to the edge of the counter. You fall back onto the counter as he tugs you, giggling as he looks down at you with dark eyes.
âWith pleasure.â he murmurs before heâs yanking at your shorts, eager to finish what you started.
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