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Hot-N-Fun - Part 1
~5k words, Roommates Series, smut
âCall it!â
âThey never work,â you chuckled as you pulled your pants back up.
âYeah but what if this time itâs real,â Mint pleaded while you washed your hands. âIâd do it if my phone wasnât dead.â
âSeriously?â you began drying your hands. âItâs scratched into the side of the menâs bathroom. How could you possibly think itâs real?â
âYou never know!â
âCall for a âhot-n-funâ time? They didnât even try. I think I can make a pretty safe guess,â you laughed as you dried your hands. âIf anything, itâs probably just some dude messing with his friend.â
âYouâre probably right,â Mint replied, staring at the scratching. âEither way, it could be funny.â
âEh, you have a point,â you pulled out your phone and started dialing the number. âFuck it.â
âThatâs my man,â Mint smiled and jumped onto your shoulder, leaning next to your ear as your phone started ringing. âI owe you a drink for this.â
âItâs actually ringing, guess itâs a real number,â you commented, pleasantly surprised, with the phone against your ear. âI doubt theyâll actually pick-â
âHello?â
It was a girl.
âOh, hello,â you stammered after spending an awkward amount of time finding your voice.
âDo I know you?â
âNo, I donât think so,â you answered, stifling your laugh as Mint stared at you in shock, his eyes threatening to bulge out of their sockets.
The girl on the phone sighed.
âDid you happen to find this number in a bathroom?â
âYeah, I figured someone put your number here to mess with you but curiosity got the best of me,â you explained. âSorry to bother you.â
âAre you a student?â
âI am.â
âTomorrow, 9 a.m., coffee. The cafe down the street.â
Mint began frantically nodding his head at you, mouthing âyesâ over and over, almost jumping on you in excitement. You couldnât help but smile at the absurdity of what was going on, but you made it this far, might as well see it out. At least, that was your excuse. In reality, you just found it incredibly hot that she told you instead of asked you.
âSure,â you answered. âHow will I know who you are?â
âIâll send you a picture.â
âAlright, Iâll see you tomorrow then.â
âCould you do me a quick favor and please scratch out the number.â
âYeah, I can do that,â you replied.
âThen Iâll see you tomorrow.â
She hung up, leaving you and Mint staring at each other.
âDid that really just happen?â Mint broke the silence first.
âIâm still not convinced this is real,â you shook your head when suddenly your phone vibrated, the message leaving you in shock once again. âHoly shit, yeah this definitely isnât real.â
âLetâs see,â Mint grabbed your phone and his jaw immediately hit the floor. âYeah thereâs no fucking way. Theyâre harvesting organs for sure.â
âIâm still going.â
âTrue, who needs two kidneys anyway,â Mint laughed, giving you back your phone.
âFuck it, this girl can have both if she wants them.â
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âThen Iâll see you tomorrow,â Kazuha hung up her phone and turned to her roommate.
âOh my fucking God about time!â Chaewon squealed. âWhere the heck is Sakura, I need to tell her.â
âIâm not actually doing this am I?â Kazuha whined as Chaewon frantically tapped her phone screen.
âShe got a call! Tomorrow morning! Yes! I know!â Chaewon screamed into the phone. âOkay! Iâll see you soon!â
âChaewon!â Kazuha started hitting Chaewonâs arm. âI donât want to!â
âItâs going to be so fun!â Chaewon grabbed Kazuha into a hug to stop her barrage of attacks. âI canât wait to see him, what if heâs really hot?â
âI hope he is,â Kazuha sighed, falling face-first onto the bed.
âHe will be, I can tell by his voice,â Chaewon jumped onto the bed with her. âSo! What are you going to wear? Pick something that shows midriff, trust me.â
âIâm never making a bet with you two again.â
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âSorry Iâm late.â
âYouâre not late,â the girl looked up at you with a bit of a deer-in-headlights expression.
âI know, but it looks like youâve been waiting. Therefore, Iâm late,â you smiled warmly at her, gave her your name, and held out your hand.
âIâm Kazuha,â she shook your hand with firm but incredibly delicate fingers, holding on for a bit too long to be considered a ânormalâ handshake. âSorry, I would have waited before ordering, but I got kinda nervous.â
âNo worries!â you sat down across from her. âI know itâs not exactly this simple, but donât be nervous.â
âYeah,â Kazuha laughed. âJust donât be, right?â
âIs it working?â you asked while pulling your chair over so that you were sitting next to her instead of across from her.
âUmm,â Kazuha began blushing, her eyes frantically scanning you up and down as you moved right next to her. She ended up completely ignoring your question, biting her lower lip subconsciously as she picked up her mug and put it back down without even taking a sip. âWere you going to get a drink? I can come with you to the counter if-â
âNo, Iâm okay,â you gently placed your arm on the backrest of her chair.
Her eyes darted to your arm before going right back to you, that adorable deer-in-headlights expression returning with a vengeance.
âHere, we can share,â she picked up the mug and held it out for you to take, spilling a little on her own fingers in the process. âOops!â
âSure,â you ignored the error in an attempt to save her some embarrassment, and as you accepted the mug from her hand, you discreetly gave her a tissue. âOh wow, itâs sweet.â
âDo you not like it?â she asked, looking up at you with an aura of innocent purity, as if your enjoyment of her coffee actually mattered.
âI love it,â you answered warmly, taking another sip. âWhat is it?â
With pure excitement, she started to explain her order, speaking too quickly to maintain any sort of semblance of coherency. The way she spoke about one pump this, one pump that, and not that a single word connected with you - in one ear out the other - was just too cute to handle. You were significantly more drawn to her appearance, focusing in particular on her expressiveness.
Her antics while she spoke were making you melt, you didnât even bother hiding the smile on your face as you nodded along, pretending to care about whatever she was saying. She really was stunning, you could probably stare at her pretty face all day and never tire. Her beautiful wavy brown hair perfectly framing her cute features. The picture she sent definitely did not do her beauty justice. Have you mentioned that she was beautiful?
âHave you?â she waited expectantly for you to respond.
âYeah, of course,â you replied, still mostly lost in her beauty.
She cocked an eyebrow at you before she burst out laughing.
âYou havenât been listening, have you?â
âAlright, you caught me,â you chuckled. âI got lost in your eyes for a second.â
âOh,â she blinked rapidly a couple times before looking down at the mug in her hands. âYou shouldnât just make up stuff like that,â she added softly.
âIâm not making it up,â you reached forward and very gently pressed up on her chin so that she was looking at you again. âYou have beautiful eyes.â
âThank you,â she stammered, trying desperately to look anywhere but into your eyes, before suddenly changing the topic. âSo, what about you, tell me something. Why would you call a random number like that?â
âI canât say itâs something I do often,â you chuckled. âAlthough, maybe I should.â
âAnd whyâs that?â
âBecause apparently it can lead me to a coffee date with a beautiful girl.â
âYouâre not even drinking coffee,â Kazuha giggled as she took another sip. âDoes this really count as a coffee date?â
âI thought you said we could share.â
âWe can share if you can tell me what my order is,â Kazuha teased, knowing you werenât listening.
âEasy, two pumps of hazelnut-â
âI hate hazelnut,â Kazuha interrupted you with another giggle.
âNo you donât.â
âWow,â she smirked, pretending to be impressed. âWere you actually listening?â
âNah, lucky guess,â you replied with a smirk of your own.
âYouâre so dumb,â Kazuha laughed, hitting your arm playfully. âYou should have just ran with it.â
âYouâre the one who said not to make up stuff,â you replied defensively.
âI meant about compliments.â
âThen itâs a good thing I havenât.â
She began blushing again, tapping the side of her mug nervously before looking up at you.
âYeah?â
âYeah,â you replied. âI guess youâll just have to keep me honest on our next date.â
âNext date?â
âThatâs what I said.â
âConfident, are we?â
âShould I not be?â
âThen whereâs the next date,â Kazuha played along. âI chose this one, now itâs your turn.â
âWell, have you tried this thing called âdinnerâ before? I heard itâs best with one other person at 7:00 p.m. tonight.â
âAre you asking me out to dinner?â
âWhat gave you that idea?â you leaned back in your chair, acting surprised for a brief moment before smiling at her. âI would have suggested a painting class or something, but it might be a bit too last minute to book something like that.â
âThen I guess weâll have to settle for dinner tonight,â Kazuha smiled alluringly.
âIâll call and make a reservation,â you smiled back. âSpeaking of calling, want to explain that one to me?â
âIâm just going to be extremely transparent,â Kazuha put her mug down. âI lost a bet, the punishment was that I had to go on a date with the first person who called.â
âI figured it was something along those lines,â you chuckled softly. âHopefully, I made it at least somewhat worth your time? Considering you already contractually agreed to go on another one with me, Iâd say itâs going well.â
âContractually agreed?â Kazuha laughed, tilting her head back. âIs that how this works?â
âExactly,â you replied. âI took an intro to political sciences course in freshman year, Iâd know.â
âAnd when was freshman year for you?â
âLast year,â you answered. âYou?â
âLast year as well. How have we not taken any classes together if weâre both sophomores?â
âI assume weâre in different majors.â
âIâd bet thatâs a safe assumption,â she giggled. âIf youâre not in poli-sci, what are you in?â
âWait, who said Iâm not?â
âYou obviously took the intro to political sciences course for fun,â Kazuha answered. âIâve seen the poli-sci kids at this school, none of them are soâŚâ she paused for a second while her eyes fixated on your forearms. âToned.â
âExcuse me? Youâre one to talk,â your eyes quickly darted down to the subtle midriff she was showing. âHaving abs even while sitting means youâre also far too toned for whatever your major is.â
âThatâs ridiculous,â she covered her mouth to stifle her giggles. âWhat if Iâm in something like kinesiology? Theyâre usually fit.â
âFuck, beautiful and smart? Thatâs just not fair,â you mumbled, earning you another embarrassed giggle from Kazuha. âHow long before I can hire you as my personal trainer?â
âI didnât say Iâm a kin major, I was just suggesting it.â
âCan I still hire you as my personal trainer?â
The conversation paused for a bit while Kazuha laughed, and in turn made you laugh with how contagious it was. She spoke next, after finally composing herself, in a much softer tone.
âTo answer your question, Iâve actually been really enjoying this,â Kazuha smiled back before biting her lower lip again. âThereâs a bit more to the punishment, though.â
âOh?â you leaned back in your chair.
âIâm supposed to actually-â she paused to lean closer to you for a second before leaning back again. âActually, nevermind.â
âNah, you canât tease me like that. What is it?â you implored.
âNo, itâs embarrassing.â
âI wonât judge.â
âPromise?â
âPromise,â you repeated after her.
âWell, part of the punishmentâŚâ she trailed off again. âI canât do it.â
âHey, donât stress it,â you leaned back. âWe can talk about something else.â
âFuck it,â she sighed, leaning forward. You moved closer until she was right against your ear. âIâm also supposed to blow you.â
âWow,â you leaned back again and put your hands on your head. âThatâs⌠a bit intense.â
âYou said you wouldnât judge!â
âIâm not judging.â
There was a long, silent pause, where numerous unholy thoughts flooded through your mind. Before you could even make any sense of anything though, Kazuha spoke up again.
âYeah,â Kazuha was now starting to get really embarrassed. âSorry, that was⌠I didnât know how else⌠I donât think I was supposed to actually tell you that part. This whole thing was probably super inappropriate, Iâm sorry for bringing that part up, that was stupid. I feel like I just ruined this-â
âItâs okay,â you cut her off, placing your hand gently on top of hers to calm her down.
There was another pause in the conversation. During it, you simply admired Kazuhaâs beautiful features some more while she absentmindedly stirred her coffee. She couldnât find the courage to look up at you. She was clearly waiting for the conversation to continue, but she was too shy to be the one to speak next. You had to be the one to break the pause.
âIâm not going to make you do that.â
Her head snapped up and she looked at you with eyes filled to the brim with surprise. She really was quite beautiful - an aura of pureness surrounded her, almost making her glow in a way.
âIâm serious,â Kazuha announced with this intense, newfound conviction. âIâll do it.â
âAnd Iâm serious when I say Iâm not going to make you do it,â you repeated firmly. âThatâs an awful punishment, and thereâs no way Iâd force that upon you.â
âI appreciate you trying to help, but I really have to do this. I canât explain,â Kazuha sighed.Â
âThen just tell them you did, Iâll back your story up if needed,â you replied casually.
âTheyâd know Iâm lying,â Kazuha suddenly lowered her tone. âTheyâre actually watching this date right now.â
âAre they?â
âPlease donât look around,â Kazuha panicked. âI wasnât supposed to tell you that part either.â
âIâm not stupid,â you laughed. âLook, how about the two of us sneak off to the bathroom for like five, actually ten, minutes. We can keep chatting or just stand there in silence, howâs that sound?â
âWould you actually do that for me?â Kazuha looked at you with that same shocked and pure expression that you were starting to fall in love with.
âYeah of course, Iâm going to look around as if you just offered to blow me,â you replied while standing up and over-exaggerating the motions of looking around the cafe before holding your hand for Kazuha to take. âNow we look suspicious as fuck, come on.â
Kazuha giggled at your foolishness before grabbing your hand and following you to the bathroom.
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âThank fuck itâs clean,â you laughed as you closed the door behind you. âBit cramped for two people, but at least it smells nice.â
âYeah, thatâs true.â
âWait,â you leaned over her shoulder into her neck. âOh, that nice smell is just you.â
âStop,â Kazuha whined, stretching the word. The mirror showed her eyes rolling and her lips smiling.Â
âStill havenât lied by the way.â
âWell, thank you,â Kazuha awkwardly giggled as her backside lightly touched your crotch. âOops!â
âSorry, I didnât mean to-â
âItâs fine,â Kazuha interrupted. âItâs a small bathroom. I really appreciate you doing this for me.â
âDonât need to thank me, this ended up being a fun adventure. I got to grab coffee with such a lovely girl.â
âIâm glad youâre enjoying it,â Kazuha smiled at you in the mirror. âDo your dates usually end up like this?â
âIf I had a nickel for every time I found myself in this situation, Iâd haveâŚâ you pretended to count for dramatic effect. âExactly one nickel!â
âYouâre so silly,â Kazuha giggled, maneuvering around so that she was face to face with you. âAlright, I canât lie, this is a tiny bit awkward.â
âWant me to face the door?â you laughed.
âNo donât,â Kazuha giggled, covering her mouth. âThat would be so weird.â
âWell, Iâm gonna ask for at least ten or fifteen minutes in here, I got a reputation to keep.â
âWhat about my reputation?â
âGood point,â you tapped your chin. âAre you known for being good?â
âWant to find out?â
âKazuha,â it was your turn to feel warmth in your cheeks. âYou might be one of, if not the, prettiest girls at this entire school. I really do want to take you on a date, I really do want to get to know you properly.â
âSorry, I shouldnât have made that joke,â Kazuha stuttered, avoiding your gaze.
âThe joke was fine,â you leaned closer to her face. âI just really want to do this properly with you.â
âI do, too,â Kazuha looked into your eyes without pulling her face away, leaving her lips slightly parted.
Everything, other than the little frogs jumping around in your gut, slowed down. It was truly quite peculiar how the world worked. One moment youâre squeezed in a tiny bathroom fit for one, then one moment later it felt like it was taking hours to reach Kazuhaâs lips. Were you even moving at this point? Surely by now you would have made contact. You shouldnât have closed your eyes so early, but it just felt right. How much longer? Maybe you could open them back up, but would that ruin the moment? Then it hit you.
Strawberry.
Who even wears strawberry lip gloss? Is that a common flavor? Does she always wear strawberry? Why did it taste so good? Why did it feel so good? Have you been kissing her for too long now? Shit. Maybe youâre the one that shook her hand too long earlier, maybe it wasnât her fault. No, that was definitely her not letting go. Speaking of letting go, are you supposed to stop kissing her now? When did your hands end up framing her face, cupping her cheeks? When did her hand end up on the back of your neck? Whereâs the other one? Oh, itâs on your hip, when did it get there?
âWow.â
âThat-â
âFelt right,â Kazuha finished your thought.
âYeah,â you agreed, suddenly noticing just how tangible the tension was between the two of you as you let go of her face and brought your hands to her hips. âWere your cheeks always this pink?â
âAre they?â Kazuha giggled, turning her face in embarrassment to try looking into the mirror.
âDonât,â you gently turned her face with one finger until she was looking at you again. âYouâre so pretty.â
âTh-Thank you,â she stuttered, physically fighting the urge to look away and hide herself.
âCan I-â
She didnât even let the words finish leaving your lips before lunging forward and kissing you again. The force pushed your back into the door, leaving a small bruise where the doorknob hit your body that you wouldnât even notice until later tonight. While strawberries attacked your taste buds again, you began pushing back, slowly moving forward until Kazuhaâs soft body began squishing your hand into the porcelain sink.
âI think I could do this all day,â you gasped as both of you began panting for air. âBut I think weâve probably convinced your friends by now. Should we head back?â
âWait, not yet,â Kazuha panted, licking her lips. âCan you help me get a picture?â
âA picture?â
âTo prove that I⌠you know.â
âYou mean, like, with my thing out?â
âIn my mouth,â she began blushing. âJust for a second.â
âUmm.â
Was this real life? You werenât sure anymore.
âItâs fine if you donât want to,â Kazuha stammered. âForget it, dumb idea, theyâll just have to believe me.â
âI can,â you wrapped your arms around her and embraced her softly. âBut are you comfortable doing this?â
âI am,â her voice was muffled by your shoulder.
She pulled back, smiling at you for a second before leaning forward for another kiss. This one was softer than the previous two, her lips barely brushed against yours, her tongue barely touched you.
âReady?â you breathed into her mouth.
âI still canât believe youâre doing this for me,â Kazuha stared at you tenderly. âYou really donât have to.â
âItâs really no big deal,â you rubbed her arm gently before unbuckling your pants.
âJust umm, tell me when youâre⌠you know,â Kazuha stuttered as she turned away from you.
It was incredibly adorable the way she stood there, trying to avoid looking at you in the mirror. You lowered your pants down to your knees and began slowly stroking yourself. It definitely felt a little bit odd, but you just reminded yourself that you were doing this for her sake.
âExcuse me,â you reached your arm around her body and turned the sink on, wetting your fingers. âLetâs make it look even more believable.â
Kazuha furrowed her brows at you in the mirror, confused by what you meant.
âI assume the inside of your mouth isnât completely dry?â
âOh,â she finally understood what you were doing.
âAlright, Iâm ready if you are.â
Kazuha turned around and kept her eyes on yours, seemingly physically incapable of looking down.
âYouâre probably going to have to see my thing at some point if you want this picture,â you tried to lighten the mood. âDonât worry, you have my permission.â
She giggled, the rosy tint returning to her cheeks in full force, before looking down at your wet cock. As soon as she looked down, her body froze again and she looked back up at you, bringing that deer-in-headlights look that you were growing so accustomed to now by now back.
âItâs big.â
âHey, we donât have to actually do this,â you said gently, moving her hair out of her face for her.
âNo,â Kazuha replied softly before sitting down on the toilet cover. âSorry, I just, I didnât, yeah, Iâm ready.â
Kazuha pulled out her phone and flipped her camera to selfie mode, holding it up to the side, looking for the proper angle. Once satisfied, she turned her head to you, nodded once before opening her mouth wide and staring at you.
This was your cue, and you took one step forward before gently placing your tip into her mouth. You inhaled sharply as her lips immediately tightened around your tip, her tongue resting against your hole. Despite your cock already being stiff, as soon as it entered her mouth you could feel the blood rushing into your cock, swelling it up.
Kazuha held her phone up and took a few selfies at various angles. It was wild, such a beautiful girl with your cock in her mouth in such an erotically casual way. She had her lips pouted, almost like she was kissing your tip. It didnât really make much sense, but it was incredibly hot - she was incredibly hot. Before you knew it, Kazuha released your cock with a little pop and wiped her lips.
âDo you think you could like, push against the inside of my cheek,â Kazuha asked innocently before the realization of what she just said hit her and her face turned bright pink in embarrassment. âSorry, thatâs a crazy thing to say.â
âOf course I can,â you ignored her embarrassment and pushed your cock in front of her mouth again.
Almost reflexively, she parted her lips wide and let your cock slide back into her cozy mouth. Just as she asked, you pressed your cock against her inner cheek as she took more selfies. Your cock was exploring every crevice of her mouth, pressing and shoving against her cheek. You found, somehow, both of your hands on her head, guiding it while your cock roamed freely.
It seems that your ability to see things had completely vanished, since you failed to even notice that Kazuha had put her phone away. She was just sucking your cock; she was no longer snapping pictures. When you finally realized what was happening, you hurriedly released her head while attempting to ignore how wonderful her mouth felt.
The real shocker was that Kazuha continued to move her head back and forth along your shaft even after you released your grip. Her lips were caressing your length as she closed her eyes, totally engrossed in the moment. You were certain that her mouth was designed to suck your cock since it was now entirely her decision to blow you, and it was impossible to deny how fucking great her mouth felt.
âKazuha,â you gently moaned, carefully pulling your hips back. âI think you got enough pictures.â
âDoes it not feel good?â
Her voice felt like a dagger in your heart. She sounded disappointed.
âHey,â you crouched down so that you were level with her and leaned forward for a quick kiss. âYouâre fucking amazing, but I told you I wanted to do this properly. This feels⌠I donât know how to explain itâŚâ
âIt feels forced,â Kazuha smiled understandingly at you. âI promise you itâs not, I know I donât have to do this. I want to do this.â
âKazuha-â
âZuha. My friends call me Zuha.â
âOh,â you smiled softly. âZuha, are you sure?â
âIâm sure,â she whispered, standing up from the toilet and maneuvering you around before pushing you down to sit. âNow close your eyes, and let me prove to you that Iâm good at this.â
Fuck that was hot. You obeyed her request, closing your eyes as those delicate fingers of hers gave your cock a couple of pumps. Not being able to watch truly was a tragedy, but you felt her tongue with details you never could have imagined possible as soon as she pressed it against your tip.
She slipped your cock into her mouth again, bringing back that gentle warmth, swirling her tongue around the tip a couple of times before she began using her lips to stroke you. Back and forth her lips went, your tip prodding her tongue each time she went down your shaft, while her hand firmly gripped the bottom half of your shaft. A soft moan escaped your lips, one that told Kazuha it was working - but she already knew that. The girl definitely knew how to suck cock. Even without seeing that beautiful face of hers, you were already nearing your climax.
Somehow, she also felt it coming. Or, just by coincidence, she decided to start pumping your cock. Her hand and her mouth worked in tandem, stimulating your entire shaft. Up and down, a soft slurp echoing in the small bathroom each time her mouth moved. She slowed down for just a second, leaving you spewing agonizing moans into her ears, before speeding back up.
âZuha,â you groaned, squirming on the seat, lifting your hips up into the air. âIâmâŚâ
That was all the warning she got, because that was all the warning you could muster. Whether or not she was ready, the next thirty seconds of her life were going to be taken over by your cum shooting into her mouth. Your eyes shot open as the first gush launched against the roof of her mouth, just in time for you to see her visibly flinch.
She looked up at you, locking eyes, and held her mouth steady. Even as the next few spurts flew out of your cock, she never flinched again. You could see your cock throbbing, each pulse shooting more cum into her mouth, but she held steady, not even blinking, staring at you with those beautiful eyes.
With one hand, you pushed her hair out of her face and cupped her cheek tenderly, using your thumb to wipe the little glob of cum that spilled out of the corner of her lips. As your cock finally began to relax, Kazuha slowly pulled back. Inch by inch, she released your cock, making sure to keep her lips taut until they reached your tip.
She gathered all the cum in her mouth and struggled to take out her phone. When she finally got it, she snapped a selfie with your cum all on her tongue. Once she was content with the picture, she bent over and spit it all out, holding her hair to prevent it from going into the sink.
âSorry, there was just too much,â she apologized, looking back up at you. âI swear I usually swallow.â
âItâs fine,â you smiled reassuringly at her.
Kazuha smiled back before she bent down over your cock again.
âHoly fuck,â you gasped, shuddering as Kazuha gave your cock a lick from the base to the tip.
She pursed her lips around your tip, prodding your frenulum a couple times with her tongue, coaxing out a little glob of cum. Without even lifting her mouth, she swallowed it. After a few more licks, making sure you had no more cum to drain, she released your cock with a little pop.
âSo,â she stood back up proudly. âYou tell me, how was it?â
âFucking amazing,â you stood up in front of her and grabbed her face with both hands.
This next kiss went on for a few minutes, or perhaps longer. It would have been even longer if it wasnât for the aggressive knock on the door.
âHello? Thereâs only one bathroom here!â
Both of you began giggling while staring at each other.
âWeâre fucked,â Kazuha whispered.
âItâs your fault,â you whispered back. âFuck it though, weâre already screwed, might as well keep going.â
So you did just that, and the two of you kissed again until a staff member came by and berated the two of you, kicking you out of the cafe and telling you to never come back.
âWorth it,â you laughed as the two of you walked out into the warm morning afternoon.
âWorth it,â she repeated, clutching your arm with both of hers and smiling. âI canât believe itâs almost noon already. Lunch?â
âThat sounds perfect.â
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A/N:
Inspired by a prompt given to me by @mintwithchoco!
So, turns out Roommates is becoming a whole universe. I'll explain more in my Masterlist at some point, but my goal is to write a collection of fics from this universe that are all following the same OC. They're going to be readable completely independently of each other, but there will be a lot of references and foreshadowing since I've actually already plotted out like 10 fics, so if an idol is mentioned in a fic, they're probably getting their own fic at some point.
This particular one will probably be split into two parts, just so I can avoid making it too long. Hope you guys enjoy this one, I've been on a crazy Kazuha high lately and just had to write her.
Feel free to let me know what you think about this idea. I won't be releasing fics in chronological order either. This takes place in the OC's sophomore year while the Eunbi fic took place in the OC's senior year. I'm pretty committed to this now with how much worldbuilding and theorizing I've put into this, but I still love hearing feedback!
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Captain John Price ⢠broken.
PAIRING: John Price x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: the result of my poll. in short, you tell your captain that the reason youâve only dated one man is because your ex said you were broken due to your inability to orgasm; and price offers to show you that the only thing broken was your confidence.
WORD COUNT: 5.3k (got carried away.)
TAGS: 18+, PURE FILTHY SMUT MDNI, Slight Degradation, Praise, Multiple Orgasm, PIV, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Absurd amount of swearing, Fingering, Price being daddy as fuck.
"What about that ex girlfriend of yours, Gaz?"
As soon as those words left the Scottish lads lips, everyone in the room was giggling like a lot of fucking schoolgirls. You'd be lying if you said that didn't include yourself.
"You want to talk about ex girlfriends now, Soap?" Gaz sat forward in his chair, eyeing his grinning teammate from across the room, the grip on his glass so tight you were worried it'd shatter between his fingers. "What about that woman you boned in Prague? The one that wanted, oh--how do I say it...a little ride on train 141."
"Nuthin' little about that train." Ghost added through a choked chuckle, barely able to get the words out.
Your fucking abdomen was starting to get sore from the amount of laughing you'd done tonight. These men were absolutely ridiculous. You'd never heard more obscene sex stories in your damn life, and they've got a bloody abundance of them--the back and fourth taunting over who fucked who and who did what never seemed to end. It was almost three in the morning and they were still going strong.
"Aye," Soap leaned back in his chair, bringing his glass up to his lips and taking a slow sip, wide eyes gleaming as he reminisced. "Fuckn' wild one, that one. Had her nice and tamed for me by the end of that deployment.â
"Aye, the fucking woman whisperer, this one," Ghost chimed in again, his balaclava half pulled up, exposing his stubble-donned chin and grinning lips as he took a hefty swig of bourbon. Not even fazed. "Almost as smooth as Price."
Everyone in the room chuckled, nodding and muttering words of agreement, but you were stuck in place--still absentmindedly staring at Ghost while turning the words over in your mind, curiosity piqued.
"Price?" His name left your lips before you could even attempt to prevent it.
All eyes in the room shifted toward you, and Gaz cocked an eyebrow. "You've never heard any of his stories?"
Ghost shot him a look. "Clearly not."
"I mean, I've heard some..." you mumbled, awkwardly trying to fix the mess you've just made. Your gaze darted between the three men staring at you, each set of eyes glazed with confusion, clearly trying to figure out why you were so taken aback. "Captain is far more secretive than the rest of you."
You'd been on the team for a solid eight months. Since recruitment, you'd worked alongside Price every single fucking day, yet the man hardly ever spoke about his personal life.
Unlike the others, who seemed to never stop.
"Around you, yeah." Soap mumbled with a smirk, shooting a knowing glance toward Gaz who instantly returned it.
Your brows knit in confusion. "Around me?"
"Aye." Ghost replied for Soap, and you were practically sitting on the edge of your goddamn seat as you knew he wasn't finished. He shifted lower in his chair as his eyes traced up and down your form. "You're new. You're hot. You've never spoken a word about your own personal life. The man's a bloody nutcase, but he hides it well when he needs to--he probably doesn't want to scare you off."
"Scare me off?" You had to fight to keep your jaw off the floor. Trying to mask your confusion, you cleared your throat. "What's that supposed to mean?"
At your reaction, everyone chuckled again, and your face immediately flushed with blood--shading you the same crimson colour found on a ripe fucking tomato. If there was some joke happening here, it'd clearly flown way above your radar.
And yet, before you or anyone else could even consider speaking again, the man of the hour appeared in the doorway, and you nearly fell out of your chair.
"Valid question." He didn't even acknowledge you as he spoke, eyes fixed on Ghost as he took a step into the room.
Gods, he was fucking attractiveâevery molecule in your being screamed at the sight of him. You'd done everything you could to ignore that fact for the entirety of your time here, ensuring your focus was trained on keeping things professional--but after two glasses of whiskey and the current topic of conversation, the flood gates were wide fucking open.
"Go on, Ghost," his voice was low, deep as the depths of your desire as his ocean eyes slowly danced around the room. "...I'd like to know the answer as well."
Price took a seat across from you, slouching slightly and nodding toward Soap who promptly poured him a glass of burning brown liquid and slid it across the table. Ghost pulled down his balaclava in attempt to hide his cheeky fucking grin, shrugging as though he had no idea what his Captain was on about.Â
"Not sure what you mean, Cap." Ghost quipped, and you could practically hear the beaming delight in his words. "We're just talking."
"Hm," Price side-eyed him, humoured. "You always talk about me?"
"Only when you're not around." Soap chimed in, snuffing a groan in his throat as he'd downed the rest of his drink and stood up, shooting an inebriated nod to each of you. "Well, would you look at the time--I'm gonna' hit the sack. Duty calls, y'know."
Your stomach churned with confusion, your eyes glued to the Scottish bloke who decided it was convenient to make his exit the exact moment Price entered the room. You almost wanted to reach over and yank him back into his seat.
"Keep it classy ya filthy bastards."
He shot you a cheeky wink from beyond the door frame before disappearing into the abyss, only for Gaz and Ghost to rise from their seats as well, seemingly following Soap's lead, muttering excuses about how late it was and how exhausted they were.
Your mind raced at lightning speed, trying to make sense of the sudden exodus. You were going to kill those fuckers in the morning.
Price broke the silence before it had the chance to linger for too long. "It's not personal, you know."
Your heart slammed your sternum. You sucked in a breath and trapped it there. You needed to calm the fuck down--though that seemed like a goddamn impossible task at the moment. Prices' voice was the hypnotizing depth of a black hole. It stirred every last atom within you.
Avoiding his eyes, you straightened in your seat, clearing your throat. "I know."
"Do you?" He cocked an eyebrow, two fingertips tracing the rim of his glass. "I'm not so sure."
You looked up now--almost immediately regretting it as your eyes caught his. You forced words out of your mouth before you could acknowledge how the way he was looking at you made you feel.
"It's because I havenât opened up to you..." you murmured. "Yeah?"
Price nodded, choosing to remain silent, his gaze anchoring you to the floorâevery muscle stiff as stone.
You cleared your throat again. "Well. What do you want to know? My family? Where I grew up-"
"No." He cut you off, leaning forward, elbows resting on the table as his stare intensified. "...I already know all that. You're my recruit, I know everything about your past..." his head tilted, his eyes narrowed, and he pushed his glass to the side, clasping his hands together infront of him. "What I don't know, is why a woman as skilled, as smart, and as undeniably attractive as you, has only ever been with one man."
Blood crystallized in your veins, every ounce of your skin vibrating with an emotion you couldn't identify. He was so closeâcloser than you'd initially gaugedâand that closeness ignited dormant desperation, one you'd nearly forgotten existed.
Your throat was thick. Saliva lodged inside it. "I..."
There was a reason. There was a very good reason as to why you've only been with one man, why you promised to never put yourself through that shit again. But you couldn't bring yourself to say it, you couldn't bring yourself to speak the words aloud. That would mean being vulnerable, humiliatingly vulnerable--one of the many things soldiers were trained not to be.
Captain Price hummed, leaning back slightly, and a swarm of unpreventable desire roared alive in your chest. His attention flicked over you. Like he'd felt it.
He remained silent. He was waiting for an answer.
"It's...um..."
Your brain filtered through pages of plausible excuses until it landed on one. Inhaling a breath, you forced the fibbing syllables past your teeth, shrugging in an attempt to make it believable.
"I just...never found anyone I jived with.â
Price paused, his scrutiny skinning you raw. It was like he knew what was waiting on the edge of your tongue, like he could smell the smoke swirling off the fire below your waist. He wasn't buying it.
"You can't lie to me." His words only confirmed your thoughts. "I mean, theoretically you could, though I'd advise against it."
You swallowed, forcing your eyes to your hands. "I'm not lying."
"Perhaps not," he replied, voice cool as ice. "But you're certainly omitting."
Fuck, he was good. And of course he was--there was a reason he was Captain. He was fucking bred for this. You were certain he could detect a lie from light years away.
"It's embarrassing," you replied, ignoring the thrilled leap your heart made that he'd read you so well. "You'll think less of me."
John Price leaned further across the small table, nibbling the distance between you. The intensity of his focus made your insides tangle, something was undoubtedly churning within his mind. A breath caught in your throat as his eyes held yours.
"I don't care," he stole another inch, and you could now comfortably say that he was well within your personal space. "If this is going to work, there has to be trust. Because you should trust meâas your Captain, and as your friend..." in a single abrupt movement, he stood up, towering over you, eyes boring into the top of your head until he shifted toward the door. "...when you're ready to open up to me, Iâll open up to you."
Ice braced your veins. This was the most conversation you'd had with your Captain since you joined the team, and you were about to blow it with your inability to talk to him. To just telling him the fucking truth. He took a step back from the table, began moving toward the door, and you panicked.
You let him get two steps from reaching it before you jumped up, out of your seat. "Wait!"
Time was a relative concept. But as your Captain spun, and as you linked eyes with him, it slowed. Stopped.
You cleared your throat for the millionth time. "It's because...it's because I'm broken."
Price's eyes widened, only momentarily, before they narrowed--out of curiosity or skepticism, you couldn't tell.
"Youâre broken." He said, drawing the words out on his tongue while taking a slow, lengthy step toward you. "Elaborate."
You dropped your eyes to the floor again, catching sight of his brown, rugged combat boots as they stepped into your line of sight. Heat flashed your face, and you shifted on your feet.
"My...my ex...um," your voice was barely above a whisper. Something felt gut-wrenchingly humiliating about having this conversation with your fucking Captain. "He, he kinda fucked with my head, I guess. Made me never want to date again."
You heard an exhale, a huff of enticed breath leaving lungs.
"I think," Price eased closer, and you caught whiff of his cologne--the scent engulfing your senses, sending hunger snarling and snapping for relief. "...you're omitting again."
"Why?..." you blurted, trailing your gaze past the vast expanse of his strong chest and up to his gleaming eyes peering down at you. You blinked. "...do you think that?"
Price raised a brow. "Am I wrong?"
"No, itâs justâŚâ you closed your eyes, took a breath. Let it out. No point in lying. Just rip off the fucking bandaid. "He broke up with me because I couldn't orgasm. He said I was broken because of it. Itâs dumb, but it hurt.â
Gods, it felt so fucking stupid that you had to smile, had to damn near laugh at yourself. As much as it sounded so foolish, you'd always just considered that maybe something was actually wrong with you. After all, he was your first, and your onlyâand the fact that you could never orgasm bothered you, too.
However, when you finally reopened your eyes, swallowing whatever ounces of pride you had left, you found a depth to your Captain's ocean irises that was not there before.
There was something floating inside them, now--something primal, something depraved.
"Interesting." His hand raised from his side, grazing over your cheek and coming to a slow on your neck, the tips of his fingers skimming over your racing pulse. "Broken."
Any blood that had been left in your head was now plummeting to your core.
"Broken." You whispered.
Price exhaled, his breath caressing your face, and you bit your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to thrust itself past your teeth. Never once would you have considered the thought of actually fucking your Captain--but right here, right now, with the way he was touching you, analyzing you, palpably tempting you--it was becoming more difficult to deny the physical need steaming from your pores.
"This,â his voice was so deep it made your blood sweat, his thumb stroking your pulse. "Doesn't feel broken at all."
Adrenaline surged you, ambushing your lungs with rapid breath, flares of lust sparking over your skin. You leaned into his touch, and he let out a sound that was somewhere between a hum and a straight up growl.
Your pulse soared, your hand finding his wrist. âCaptainâŚâ
It would be lying to say you thought this was a good decision. But you couldn't find a fuck within you. After years of denying yourself any sort of physical touch due to the shame that consumed you, Price had perceived it without effort and ordered you strip yourself of pretense in his presence.
"Let me show you...." Price wedged a boot between your feet, his hips brushing yours, other hand finding your hip. "...that the only thing broken is your confidence."
You nearly whimpered. "Please."
Without further contemplation, your eyes darted to his lips the same millisecond his darted to yours, and you both moved at once. Price groaned, one hand shooting into your hair, the other supporting the small of your back, tugging you close. His hungry mouth captured yours, teeth nipping your lower lip as he spun you around and pushed you back against the table.
You groaned into his mouth, your ass hitting the cool metal with abrupt force. His lips attacked your jawline, moved down to your neck, and another groan escaped you, this time in bliss.
"Fuck," you cursed under your breath, throwing your hips into his, allowing desperation to guide you. "Captain..."
A low, menacing noise reverberated in his throat and he seized your neck again, bringing his mouth to your ear.
"My name," he took the lobe between his teeth, earning a squeak. "Say it."
"Johnâ" You gasped, clawing at his back. "Shit."
"Mm. Good girl. So obedient..." he purred, tracing his mouth along the curve of your ear. "So responsive."
"Fuck." Every new beat of your heart brought a desperate pulse to your cunt. His fingers found your hair again, curling into a fist. "John...please..."
Your Captain hummed, just as his lips moved back to your pulse and attacked it, sucking rough rabid marks to the surface, his hips grinding against yours. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and he moved lower, releasing your head to work on removing your clothes.
Before your belt even hit the floor, he was tearing off your shirt and tugging off your bra--exposing your breasts to the cool air of the dimly lit room, surging goosebumps to life that he was quick to cover with his hands, taking the fresh tissue between them and kneading it.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, to himself you presumed. "You're fucking perfect."
There was one brief second of thought surrounding the notion that any one of your teammates could walk in and find the two of you hereâbut that thought was quickly lost as Price leant down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. You squealed, squeaking in pleasure, and his grip possessed your hips.
"So sensitive..." he said with a grunt. Your Captain wasn't just hungryâhe was starved, more voracious by the second, spurred on by your reactions. "Fucking hell."
He leaned back, hooked his fingers under the waist of your pants and pulled, unconcerned for the ripping seams as he forced them down the curve of your thighs. Your head rung, entire body tingling. Paralyzed, you watched your Captain tear off your boots and rip your pants free, tossing them all to the side.
"Fuck me." He muttered again, returning his sights to your figure. "Look at you."
Price examined you like a meal, gaze traveling from your collarbone to your breasts, down past the curve of your belly to the swell of your hips, coming to a slow between your quivering thighs.
Adrenaline had got you this far. Reality was setting in. "Captain..."
"Shh," calloused hands found your hips, urging you back against the desk, spreading your legs further apart as he inserted himself between them. "I already told you what to call me."
You shuddered, twitching from his touch, and the corner of his lip quirked. Smouldering blue eyes searing into your skin. "John, Iâ"
His thumbs slid close to your heat, dipping into the crease and teasing close to the edge of your thong. Reality was a plummeting star, crashing down into your mind without regard. Nerves were consuming you, fingers digging into his biceps in attempt to stop them from shaking.
"You...what?" His voice was practically a lullaby. How something so deep could be so soothing was beyond your comprehension. "Go on, pretty thing..."
"I just..." you shifted your hips, trying to balance fear with desire. "I'm just...I don't want to disappoint you..."
Price assessed you, only for a moment, gracing your thigh with a stern yet gentle smack before trailing upward.
"Enough." It was an order. "I want you out of that beautiful mind."
He brushed his finger across your cunt, grazing over your swollen clit, and you choked, hips snapping toward him.
"Don't think..." the power in his words was intoxicating, a command given with the confidence of knowing you'd obey. He teased your clit again and you whinged, gripping him harder. "...just feel."
Before a coherent thought could enter your head, he pulled your panties to the side with two thick fingers, not giving you a second to brace for it before he used those same fingers and sank them into your tight, aching cunt.
"Ohâfuck-"
You groaned, head tossed back, walls tightening around the delicious stretch as he pried you open with slippery ease. The intensity, the fullness from just his fingers stole your breath, dizzied your mind, and you closed your eyes, trying to ignore the growling breath escaping his lungs, trying to ground yourself as much as you could.
"Christ...tight little cunts just soaked..." he was right, you were dripping. You couldn't ever remember being this wet. In truth, you couldn't ever remember being this turned on, this desperate for touch. "Tell me how that feels."
"G-oh, fuckâ" any additional words you had planned on using instantly died on your tongue as Price curled inside of you, pushing deep, every coherent thought fleeing your mind with a moan. Your entire body pulsed for him, like he'd shaken every cell awake and enthralled it under his possession. "Johnâoh, Gods!"
It wasn't like you'd never been fingered. It'd just never felt like this.
Something about the trained motion of his hand, the skilled curl of his wrist, the attunement to your body was consuming you--the need for more only increasing as he found a perfect rhythm, fucking slow, reaching to your belly while his thumb circled your sensitive clit. Your cunt throbbed, squeezed around him, as if to coax him deeper inside of you.
"Needy little thing," an amused huff at the corner of your consciousness. You forced yourself to look at himâhe was smirking. "Tell me how it feels."
Desperation was throbbing at your temples, growling and coiling in your bellyâunfathomable, incredible desperation stalling your lungs. Unfamiliar, but entirely absentmindedly as Price stroked your walls, stroked your clit, and you were gasping, you wereâ
"So fucking goodâ" you were practically screaming, brain a mangled mess of aimless words. "CapâJohn, IâI'm-"
His free hand seized your jaw, forcing you to look up into his eyes, his fingers still keeping their pace, your vision blurring to bliss. "You're?"
You gasped. "Iâm-"
"Youâre close." Fire flooded your flesh, and you mewled like a nervous, helpless animal. His grip tightened. Intensity and power radiating off him in waves. "Sâ that what you want, little slut? Hm? You wannaâ fuckinâ cum for your Captain, donât you?â
âYes!â No thought required. âPleasepleaseplease-â
âMhm. Thatâs right, thatâs rightââ he was just as gone as you were. Air rattled in your lungs like rocks. Your vision blurring as you held onto him like your life depended on it. âCum on my fingers, darling, let me feel you.â
A scream shredded your throat, submerged in a storm of euphoria, sight whiter than the gates of heaven themselves. Convulsions wracked you, quaked to your bones, and you heaved, hunting for air while he worked you through the receding tide of your release.
âGood fuckinâ girl.â He growled, the arrogance in his tone palpable. âLook how easy that was, hm?â
Your Captian pulled his fingers from cunt and yanked you off the table by the hold on your jawâyou stumbled into him, wetness seeping down your thighs, brain given less than two seconds to process the slew of events before his slick covered fingers were at your lips and pushing past your teeth.
"The way I see it, soldierâthere are two possible explanations here." He shoved his fingers deeper, reaching for the back of your throat. "Either you somehow managed to lie to me..." he pressed against you, his desire evident in the way it was jabbing against your stomach. "Or this tight little cunt has never been properly sated."
Your heart was in your feet, your lips sealed around his fingers as you held his eyes, a shade of blue so deep you'd almost thought you were staring into the depths of the ocean. His pupils were blown wide with lust, it was clear what he was getting atâand judging by the way your cunt clenched in response to his words, it was clear that you felt the same.
He pulled his fingers from your mouth, looking for a response. You gave the only words you could think of. "I didnât lieâŚIâve had sex, Captain...Iâve just never doneâthat.â
"Well I think I've just proven that it wasnât due to any fault of your own." His words were backing you into a corner, an explanation that was challenging to draw yet completely impossible to now ignore. "I got you there in seconds."
Your face grew hot. âSo..what are you saying?â
âIâm saying,â he assessed you, eyes looking past you, through you. âYour ex didnât know what he was doing.â he leaned in closer, plush lips curling into a mischievous grin. âAll you needed was someone who knew how to handle you.â
"Hm." The arrogance was stifling, setting you ablaze. It only made you want him more. "Cocky bastard."
"Cocky," he repeated with a raised brow. "You have no idea, princess.â
"You know what, Captain," you teased with a smirk of your own, unable to tear your sights off him. His eyes. His lips. "I think you just got lucky."
âLuck.â He chuckledâa deep, growling thing. "I donât do luck, soldier. I do facts.â Price shifted a hand to his crotch, palming his erection through his pants as he pressed against you. âFact one, I just gave you your first orgasm.â He was possessed, hungry, borderline rabid. âFact two, I could do it again on my cock. If youâd like.â
And you, you were his eager, willing prey.
"Shit," you muttered, the words shooting straight to your cunt. You didnât need any further discussion. You wanted him, and nothing could stop the next words from leaving your lips. "Please...please fuck me..."
Your Captain growled. The sweet desperation of your pleas sending him past the point of salvation. He sucked in a breath. Trapped it thereâinternally clutching whatever ounces of restraint he had left.
"You sure you want this?" His voice was so fucking low you almost missed it. His fingers moved to his belt, and his lips moved to your ear. "I'm not so sure you can take it."
"I'm built for combat, Captain..." you murmured with a grin, spurred on by the evidence of his throbbing desire, fingers trailing toward his belt to help him along. "I'm sure I'll be fine."
Price huffed against your jawline. Amused.
"Youâre built for combat, undoubtedly..." you watched as he pulled free his thick, heavy cock. Your jaw slackened, your mouth watered. "But by the time I'm done with you, darling..." he seethed in relief as he guided his hand back and forth along his length, other one directing you back against the table. "You'll be built for me."
A sharp intake of breath found your lungs and then you were lying flat against the table, cool metal biting your backside and ripping goosebumps to the surface of your skin. You shuddered, seething in discomfort, but two strong hands made quick work to soothe them, coasting up your thighs until they found your hips, and then he stepped forward.
"Christ..." you whimpered as he loomed over you, the warm head of his cock rolling over your clit, teasing you with false thrusts, making sure you were well aware of just how long and fucking thick he was. "John..."
"Quiet." He purred, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. "Just let me break you open."
His heavy, smooth tip pressed against your entrance and then pushed in, head just barely spearing you yet somehow still splitting your cunt with a girth that stole your breath and forced a cry from your throat. With a breathless groan he pulled out, and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing.
He smacked your thigh again. âLook at me.â He hissed, teeth sinking into the plush of his bottom lip as you instantly obeyed. âThatâs it. Eyes on me.â
There was a mere second of silence before he sank in again, entirely this timeâand though you were fucking sopped and pliant and voracious, he tore you wide with a sting.
"Ohâfuck-"
You fought for air, your body trembling, fingers clawing at anything that might steady you. Heâd stuffed you full with ease, lungs heaving upon impact. Both big hands tightened around you, and he slid out, driving into you again with a hidden hiss of air, earning a loud, shameless groan from your lips.
"Fucking hell.â A dark, low voice rumbled from his throat. "Tight little whore. So fucking tightâ"
"You'reâoh, fuckâ" words died on your tongue as he pulled out, pushed in again, sucking in air through his teeth, working you wider with each plunge into your pussy. You clenched around him, and he snuffed a moan, snapping his hips. "You're fucking huge."
"Mhm, yeah," it was a shameless admission. He placed a palm on your pelvis, pressing down, feeling himself fucking into you. He leaned back slightly, drawing long, slow strokes, forcing you to quake around every inch of his length. "That's how fucking deep I'm in you."
And deep he fucking was. Every centimeter banishing the ability to do anything other than exist as a stammering sheath for his cock. It wasn't penetrationâit was pervasion, it was domination. Sex had never felt this intense. Sex had never felt this fucking tranquilizing.
"ChristâCap-Johnâfuckâ"
Price slid out and rocked in, driving to your stomach with a stab of blissful pain. Eyes snapping shut, you gripped his arms, seething when he thrusted again, and again. Each stroke shoved a cry from your chest, tightened your walls, and this only seemed to entice him, his cock splitting you apart. You scratched at his shoulders, fighting to find yourself in the bewildering delirium.
"There we go." His voice was distant in the sea of pleasure. "Look at you. Brainless on my fucking cock."
Your response was a moan, loud and shameless, gripping onto his arms and matching his rhythm, forcing your hips to his, a pleaâfaster, harder, more, more. Your Captain hissed in satisfaction, and his hand snaked between you, rolling and teasing your clit.
Your vision blurred for the hundredth time. "Oh, fuckâ"
Delirium ascended into ecstasy, pleasure amplified by the stretch of his dick. He fucked into you, his skin smacking yours, his breath heaving in feral huffs.
"Fucking perfect pussy," he growled through his teeth, shifting your legs together and directing both ankles over his left shoulder, his thrusts slowly slightly as you gasped and whimpered, clawing at his hips, the new position causing the head of his cock to kiss your cervix with each thrust. "Mm, fuck...this is what you needed, darling. You needed a proper fucking."
"Fuck," you replied, brain numbed by bliss. Words didn't even make sense. "Deep. So fuckâdeepâ"
"Fuckâtake it, take it little slut." His thumb was back on your clit, swirling it in tight, fast circles, his cock fucking deep into you. "I warned you."
"Johnâ" You needed to scream, fingers clawing at anything they could find. If you weren't broken before, youâd certainly be broken when he was done with you. "Fuckâ"
Bliss burned to burst, stars swarmed your sight entirely, and you knew it, knew it was happening, knew that you were about to break. The feeling was so intense you didn't know what to do with yourself, you weren't sure if you could even get the words out to warn him.
Your eyes squeezed shut. "FuckâI'mâI-I'm..."
"Yeah, that's right." He hissed, teeth barred, hips snapping. He already knew. "Cum for me. Cum on my fucking cock."
Lightning euphoria ripped up your spine with a shameless shriek, your climax shattering you. Your cunt milked his dick, your thighs spasming, your back reached for the ceiling, pleasure possessing your nerves.
"There we goâgood little fucking slutâsqueezing me so good," it seemed an eternity--he was still fucking you through it, breaking you deep, until he edged his climax. "Fucking hell."
He sputtered, pummelling your cunt with sloppy final thrusts, pouring his cum inside you, grip gouging your flesh until he descended, meeting you in the receding tides of your peaks. Both of you twitched with aftershocks, both of you seeking air.
Once he stalled, you sucked in a long inhale and peeled your eyes open, taking in your surroundings for the first time in however many minutes it had been. The room was still as dim and dreary as it was prior to your mind shattering, the only thing now different was your Captainâwho remained looming over the table, cock still buried inside you, precipitation lining his forehead and chest still heaving for breath, piercing gaze perceiving you like a sated predator.
With a glance at your lips, he finally moved, pulling back and out of you, tucking himself away. It was then that reality struck you hardâyou'd just fucked your Captain. And he'd just shattered the preconceived notions of everything you thought you knew.
You were not broken. You were perfectly fucking fine.
Price cleared his throat as you pulled yourself off of the table and stood. "Y'alright?"
You nodded, grabbing your pants off the floor. "Yes, Sir."
Shame engulfed you, for reasons you couldn't explain. Embarrassment threatened to swallow you whole.
"Hey." Sensing this, Price stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on your arm. "Don't do that."
Your eyes fixed on his. Outlining his perfectly tamed facial hair, his striking blue eyes. "Do what?"
"Avoid me." He simply stated, his voice hardly above a whisper. "All this was, was me proving to you that you're not broken. You're the furthest from. It doesn't have to be any more than that."
"I knowâŚjust feel stupid, I guess.â Your face was in flames. You swallowed your pride until it was digested. There was no room for that here, not after whatâd just happened. âI, uh, I should have told you sooner. Iâm sorry.â
Price regarded you with eyes warm as the summer sun, shaking his head ever-so-slightly. âI wanted you to open up to me. Willingly. I never pry.â
You cracked a smile, slipping on your shoes. âYou got your wish, then. Emotionally and physically.â
âAye.â Your captain chuckled, reaching for the bottle of whiskey and plopping himself into a seat, sliding a glass across the table toward you. âMy turn, yeah?â
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Could we possiblyâŚmaybeâŚplease get a glimpse of when the team finds out the sexy long legged muscular thighs Remus and team doctor!reader are seeing each other đđ
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hockey player!Remus Lupin x team medic!reader who are found out [2.6k words]
part 1 | part two | part 3
CW: fem!reader, blood, injury, talk of needles and stitches but the process is not described, hockey, proof of authors completely biased love of Swedes
Away games made you itchy.
The locker rooms were different, their medical rooms were different, and you spent what was likely an absurd amount of time before each game in the dark room (that each locker room had for concussion protocol) just familiarizing yourself with the set up.Â
Hockey players were known for being superstitious, and they accused you of being much the same. But the difference between yourself and the team was that the medic hoped to the hockey gods each game that they wouldnât be needed, while ensuring they were adequately prepared should they be needed.
And when your team wasnât on home ice, you never felt adequately prepared.Â
âI like watching your pre-game rituals.â Fenwick commented casually from his seat on the medical table - part of his pre-game ritual ever since you helped him stretch out his hamstrings before one game and he scored a hat-trick. Now he haunted your exam room like his career depended on it, much to your chagrin.Â
âI donât have a pre-game ritual, Fenny.â You grumbled as you reorganized the supply cabinet below the sink. âI have a job.âÂ
Fenwick made a non-committal sound as he continued taping up his stick - meticulously - when the door to the dark room opened.
âDoc, I was wond- are you really still on this, Fenz?â James paused as he furrowed his brows at his teammate.Â
Fenwick let out a tired sigh as he gave you an exasperated look that read âcan you believe this guy?â before looking back over at James. âCap, what you do to get ready for a game is your business, what doc and I do to get ready for a game is ours.âÂ
âFor the last time, Fenwick, I donât have a pre-game ritual.â You hissed before taking a calming breath. âWhat do you need, Captain?â
James had the grace to turn a little bashful. âErm, wellâŚthereâs no more tape.â
You felt your shoulders sag as you gave him a disbelieving look. âIâve asked you guys not to go through the medical tape; you need to ask the equipment managers to pack some if you need your own.â You repeated, again.
James grimaced as he went to respond, but was saved from needing to when a taller figure approached him from behind.Â
âCoach asked the arena management for more, weâre all good.â Remus offered quickly, flashing you an apologetic smile over Jamesâ shoulder as he clapped his captain on the back.
âOh Loops, you beautiful, beautiful man.â James cheered before roughly pulling Remusâ head down to plant a smacking kiss to his cheek. âI love the Swedes!â He declared as he waltzed back into the locker room, earning him a cheer of approval from Isak GrĂśnvall.Â
âFive minutes, Fen.â Remus continued, causing Benjy to hop down from the table with an excited whoop.Â
âSorry doc, duty calls! Good luck out there!â
You let out a tired sigh as you fought the urge to shout âI donât need luck - Iâm doing my fucking jobâ after him.Â
âYou okay, doc?â Remus asked gently then, and you felt treacherous at how much of your ire simply seeped out of you as you saw his honeyed gaze and soft smile being directed at you.
âI hate away games.â You pouted rather petulantly, causing Remus to let out a laugh.Â
âHome games are better.â He offered carefully as he moved further into the room to stand in front of you. âBut away games have hotel rooms.â
You hummed in agreement as the two of you shared a look, but the door to the room opened again, causing Remus to take a significant step away from you.Â
âDoc!â Sirius called breathlessly. âThereâs no tape!â
âLoops found tape!â You heard someone call from further in the locker room, causing Sirius to let out a sigh of relief.Â
âI fucking love the Swedes!âÂ
âItâs like they think I spoke some ancient Swedish proverb and a viking hand delivered medical tape to me personally.â Remus murmured quietly as the two of you watched Sirius disappear back into the locker room before you heard coach Moody shout for everyone to listen up.Â
âDuty calls.â Remus offered with an almost disappointed smile at having to leave your company.Â
âGood luck out there.â You parroted Fenwickâs earlier sentiments.
Remusâ disappointed smile grew more sincere; softer around the edges. âYou too, Doc.âÂ
The Lions were up 4-1, and the Ravenâs were not happy about it. It was turning into a rough game, and you had held towels up to more players' faces (threatening them with a weeks worth of bench time if they were hiding more injuries from you) than you could count, when the crowd went wild.Â
Dearborn all but shoved your arm away from him in favour of standing against the boards to watch the action, and you couldnât find it in you to be all that perturbed when you stepped up onto the bench to get a better view of the ice too, watching Remusâ line - the marauders, the team had taken to calling them - fly up towards the opposing team's side of the ice.Â
James was the kind of guy to skate right through people versus around them, shouldering and checking people out of his way, while Sirius Padfoot Black seemed to swirl and dance his way across the ice like this was simply a well-rehearsed ballroom dance he could perform in his sleep.Â
And for what Remus lacked in brute force or dancing grace like that of his linemates, he made up for tenfold in speed. He beat both James and Sirius to the otherside of the ice, slowing ever so slightly to allow Sirius to push the puck over the blue line before joining it on the home teams side and stationing himself near the side of the net as James forced his way to the goalies crease, and Sirius played keep away from the Ravenâs with his defenseman, waiting for the perfect opening.Â
The perfect opening came in the form of both of Ravenclawâs defensemen fussing over James for blocking their goalie as said goalie craned his neck in an attempt to see over the clump of bodies in front of him, leaving Remus wide open.Â
The puck bounced from Sirius, to GrĂśnvall, who shot it to his fellow defensemen, who passed it back to Sirius who faked lining up for a slapshot before passing it to Remus who quickly tipped it in to the top shelf of the Ravenâs net, causing the red light to flash and the goal horn to blare.Â
In Remusâ focus on putting the puck in the net, he missed the Ravenclaw defensemen who had handed off Jamesâ assault to his linemate in favour of directing his ire at Remus; checking him hard when Remus hadnât even seen him, sending him face first into another Ravenclaw player who lifted his own arms, causing Remusâ face to make contact with the players stick before going down hard.Â
You watched as Remus tried to pick himself back up again before his limbs simply sprawled out, flattening back down on the ice. Every player from both teams crowded around the net and nearly directly on top of Remus as they paired off in a brawl.Â
âHeâs still down.â You said aloud as if the coaches didnât know, as if they couldnât see. âHeâs not getting up.â
The entire bench was standing and leaning against the boards as if just itching to join the chaos out on the ice; all four referees blowing their whistles and trying to pry players off of each other before turning around to pry two more apart.
James was still spitting words at the Ravenclaw captain when you made it down to the boards yourself.Â
âCaptain!â You tried, feeling your throat constrict when he didnât seem to hear you. âJAMES!â
James paused where he was bending down to retrieve his helmet heâd lost in the fighting to look at you, seeming to recognize the panic in your face as he abandoned the rest of his equipment in favour of skating towards you.Â
âHeâs down; heâs still down.â You said, though it sounded more like a beg.
âOkay doc, okay.â He agreed breathlessly, offering you his elbow as you stepped out onto the ice, sneakers sliding as he helped you all but hobble across the ice to where Sirius was bent over Remus - seemingly talking to him, thank god - also sans helmet and a bloody lip.Â
âJamesâŚâ You whined after the third time your feet threatened to come out from underneath you, clearly attempting to move faster than James was willing to skate with you before he wrapped his arm around your waist and simply hiked you up underneath his arm like a fucking football, skating you the rest of the way to Sirius and Remus.Â
âHey, thereâs our guardian angel.â Sirius offered with a wink as James gently placed you onto the ice, you forgoing all grace and falling to your knees and all but crawling over to Remus.
âLupin you son of a bitch.â You hissed instead of crying, bending in an attempt to look at his face where he was positioned on all fours. âWhat the fuck was that about?â
Remus let out a breathy chuckle as droplets of blood landed below him, contrasting starkly against the pristine white snowed up ice. âI donât think they liked that I scored.â
Something tight unclenched in your stomach leaving you feeling hollow and a little nauseous as you let out a slightly hysterical laugh at Remusâ joke.
âNo, no. I donât think they did. What hurts?â
Remus shook his head minutely. âJust my face. The wind knocked out of me when I landed and then there was fighting.â He explained. âI thought it best to just stay down.âÂ
âI agree.â You said as you held a towel to Remusâ cheek. âJust your face?â
âOnly where the stick hit me.â
âYour head?â
âIs fine.â
âIâll decide that, yeah?â
Remus sat back on his heels as the crowd slowly started clapping. James pulled you over towards himself, picking you back up to skate over to the bench as Sirius helped support Remus back over and the two of you disappeared through the tunnel towards the dark room.
âIâm fine, doc.â He argued as you pointed at the exam table.
âProtocol.â You responded simply as you closed the door behind you, your eyes struggling to adapt to the low light as you dug through your medical supplies.Â
Syringe, two needles, local anesthetic, sutures and suture needle.Â
You washed your hand thoroughly as Remus held the towel to his face, donning a pair of surgical gloves before bringing your supplies over to him.Â
âQuick flash.â You warned before shining a light in his eyes; you were relieved by the results.
âTold you Iâm fine.â He tried to tease as you clicked your flashlight back off and pulled the supplies you had placed on a rolling table over to you.Â
âYouâre bleeding through the towel, Remus. Youâre not fine.â You bit back; words and tone harsh but hands painfully gentle as you pulled said towel away from his face to assess the injury.
The cut was small, but clearly deep; directly under his right eye high upon his cheekbone.Â
The two of you were silent as you worked; you disinfected the wound and cleaned up the blood from his face, numbing the area before tying four quick stitches, taping over the injury more as a means of protecting it when you knew Remus would insist on going back out onto the ice again.
You hadnât even realized his hands were on you until his thumbs started moving. You were stationed between his legs which were hanging off of the exam table, his hands had landed on the back of your thighs at some point during your work, and the pads of his thumbs began drawing soft circles when your hands started to shake, only after you placed the tape over his stitches.
âIâm okay.â He whispered again; his face so close to yours that you could feel the breath of his words fan across your face.
âOkay.â You responded, voice tight with emotions as your eyes started to swim with tears.
âBaby.â He cooed pathetically as he tried to pull you closer to him by your thighs, though between the exam table and all of his equipment, there was really no way to get any closer than you already were.
âIâm sorry.â You whimpered as you pressed the backs of your gloved fists to your eyes, humiliated at the onslaught of emotions now that the adrenaline had worn off.Â
âMy poor girl.â He breathed out, pressing delicate kisses to your forehead. âI didnât mean to worry you.âÂ
âI donât know why Iâm acting like this.â You admitted; trying to laugh at yourself, though it came out more like a sob. âThis is my job.âÂ
Remus hummed as he kept his lips pressed to your head, giving you a moment to catch your breath before he continued. âYes, but thatâs why you donât do my ongoing care now, right? BecauseâŚitâs different.âÂ
âYeah.â You whispered, still not trusting your voice to not crack under the pressure in your throat.
âYouâre okay, babylove.â He murmured.
You sucked in a few deep breaths, willing yourself to toughen up and get back out there when the door to the dark room suddenly flung open.
âDoc, is Loops oka- oh my fucking god.âÂ
You fought back a groan as Remus simply breathed out a chuckle from his nose and Fenwick continued his sputtering from the door.
âOh my god!â He shrilled.Â
âChrist Fenz; will you keep it down? Lupin could be concussed.â You heard the coach bark.Â
âItâs worse!â
Remus let out an offended scoff as you turned to look at him. âWorse?âÂ
âThey- theyâre, fucking- theyâreâŚ.theyâre fucking!!â Benjy ended up sputtering very ineloquently.Â
You heard a flurry of movement before Sirius and Jamesâ torsos appeared in the doorway; the two boys nearly wrestled each other out of the way in order to get a view of what the hell Benjy was talking about before they both started smiling, though in very different manners.
âNowâŚI donât know how you do it, Fenny, but that is not fucking.â Sirius taunted salaciously.Â
âI fucking knew it! You owe me ten bucks, Krum!â James called as he walked out of the dark room, followed by Krum grumbling something in Russian.Â
âWho bet on finding out after the All-Stars?â You heard Dearborn ask. âBecause you bastards owe fifteen.âÂ
That was followed by more grumbling.
âDoc!â You heard GrĂśnvall call breathlessly, turning to find him standing in the doorway with a wide smile on his face. âYou do love the Swedes!â
Remus let out a loud laugh as his arms wormed their way around your waist. âNo, she loves this Swede.â
GrĂśnvall laughed and nodded his head as if to say âfair enoughâ. âWell gratulerar! Youâve made me a rich man!âÂ
You shook your head as you shared a look with Remus before hearing a scandalized âOH MY GODâ from the locker room.Â
âDocâs the one with the wicked mouth!â James shrieked, and you felt all of the blood in your body migrate to your face as you buried your face in Remusâ chest - very uncomfy due to his pads.Â
âTell us something we didnât know, Cap.â Sirius laughed. âShe hands our asses to us every day with nothing but that sharp tongue.âÂ
âBut-â
âOkay, going into the third period-â Coach started, and the topic of you and Remus (and your wicked mouth) was put to rest⌠for now.
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summary: you are staying with your aunt this summer. she loves talking you to places only she enjoys, so when your night together was becoming increasingly irritating, a handsome stranger shows you that jazz clubs aren't so bad.
tags: pwp, old man logan, human logan, age gap, mention of divorce, afab reader, sex with a stranger, sex in a public space, p in v unprotected (that's spooky!! don't do it), creampie, dirty talk, a few pet names, sir kink, a little breeding kink (for like a line).
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The people here donât rushâthey settle. its something you had to learn the hard way, now that your parents left you with your aunt for the summer. She enjoyed the finer things in life, like pearls that had to sit perfectly, right above her clavicle, aged whiskey with no ice in it, and jazz clubs.
"Oh, I wish I grew up during those times... the roaring twenties. Everything was much more sophisticated andă
Ą what's that word..? oh, polished." she went on. "Yeah, and more racist." you perk up. "Young lady! Your dad left you with me so you can straighten your act up. Now you speak when I tell you to." her voice was stern.
"Oh, now I truly feel like I'm in the 1920s, next up, my lobotomy!" you say with a strained smile whilst doing the infamous 'jazz hands'. By the time you finish, your aunt is red in the face, and it wasn't from the absurd ammount of rouge she had on. You clear out your throat and get up from the table. "I'll go use the washroom. Sorryă
Ą" the woman scoffs as you turn around and leave "We'll talk about this home."
holding in your giggles, you swiftly make your way to the bathroom, finally letting go of the laughs you were keeping down as you close the door behind you. you didnât hate your aunt, you hated that she tried to be something she wasn't; those pearls were not 'swanky originals' as she would say when people asked, but a $7 gift from her cheating, ex-husband. then again, maybe that why she felt the need to create this persona when others are around. and maybe that's why your parents sent you away from home, as to not hear about their inevitable divorce. it's not like you were a child. you were their child, but an adult nonetheless. alas, you were 22, stuck in a jazz club with your divorcee aunt, laughing all on your own.
well, almost.
"What's so funny, young lady?" what. the. fuck. why is there a man in the womanâs bathroom? and why is he talking to you? "Excuse me, old man, this is theă
Ą" you raise your voice, and you turn around to face him but the words get stuck in your throat as you lay eyes on him. he was stunning, incredibly handsomeă
Ą to say the least. His dark hair, streaked with the slightest touch of silver at the temples, was slicked back with utmost precision. A neatly trimmed beard framed his strong jawline, the salt-and-pepper strands giving him a distinguished air, as if life had brushed him with just the right amount of experience without taking away any of his vitality. His eyes, a deep, knowing hue, carried the weight of someone who had seen the world, yet still found wonder in it.
"Lady? Hey, 'r you okay?" he pulls you out of your trance. "What, oh- I, yeah! What are you doing in the ladies room?" you finally speak up again and he raises one of his brows before questioning you again. "You sure? 'm pretty positive the door distinctly said 'mens room' then againă
Ą" he point to the sign printed on the door "I'm just an old man, so you might be right." oh, how you regret calling him that. even though he was oldă
Ą not the old you meant when you said it. with your face scrunched up you turn around and read the sign.
fuck.
"What's it say, sweetheart?" he prys as you let out a defeated sigh. "mens room.." you reply. "what's that? sorry, I'm so old I can barely hear ya." you ball up your fists in embarrassment and say it louder. "mens room."
"Yeah...mens room." you can hear the sound of his footsteps coming closer from behind you. His voice was low, teasing, the kind that sent shivers down your spine despite your frustration. You could feel him standing behind you now, the warmth of his presence far too close for comfort. His breath brushed against the back of your neck, and you bit down on your lip to suppress the strange rush of nerves rising in your chest.
"Looks like you wandered in here by mistake," he said, voice smooth and almost amused. "But I won't hold it against you. Happens to the best of us, sweetheart."
Sweetheart. There it was again, the casual endearment that somehow made your skin prickle. You turned around to face him once more, trying to muster some semblance of composure, though it was nearly impossible with him standing near you. Up close, he was even more disarming, his gaze sharp yet somehow warm, like he was in on some private joke you hadnât quite caught on to yet.
"I'm sorry," you muttered, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "I didn't mean toâ"
"Don't worry," he cut you off, one corner of his mouth lifting into a crooked smile that sent your pulse racing. "No harm done. Besides, itâs not every day I get to have a conversation this... interesting in a bathroom." he motions his hands around.
"I didnât mean to call you old. That was... uncalled for."
He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through the air between you. "Don't sweat it. I've been called worse, trust me. Besides, a little gray never hurt anyone, right?" He ran a hand through his hair, almost like he was flaunting it, as if daring you to disagree.
You found yourself at a loss for words again, caught between wanting to melt into the floor and the strange, undeniable attraction pulling you toward him. a little gray never hurt, indeed. "So," he continued, breaking the silence as his gaze roamed over your flustered expression. "Whatâs a lady like you doing in a men's room anyway? Trying to stir up trouble?"
You rolled your eyes, finally finding your footing again, and crossed your arms over your chest. "I could ask you the same thing, considering you're not exactly rushing me out of here."
"Maybe Iâm just enjoying the company," he said, his voice dropping just a bit lower, sending a flutter through your stomach. "Or maybe Iâm just waiting to see if you figure out how to get out of this mess." the man takes a step closer. Before you could stop yourself, you let out a small laugh. "You really are full of yourself, aren't you?"
"Maybe," he replied, stepping even closer, his voice now barely more than a murmur. "But you're still standing here, aren't you?" his palm now sitting on the small of your back, and it feels like you've been waiting for this your whole life. it was disarming, intoxicatingâhow effortlessly he touched you, as if heâd always known you, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
You drew in a shaky breath, trying to steady the pounding in your chest, but the way he looked at you made it impossible. His eyes, deep and piercing, held you in place, like they were pulling you into some unspoken dance, something wild and unnamed.
"Not saying much now, are you, sweetheart?" he whispered, his lips so close to your ear you could feel the heat of his breath. His fingers splayed ever so slightly against your back, and you swore you could feel your pulse thrum beneath his touch, like a melody. You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. Every nerve in your body was screaming at you to moveă
Ą to break away from him this instant, but your feet were rooted to the spot.
"I'mă
Ą" you tried to speak but your voice betrayed you. The curve of his mouth shifted into a slow, devilish smile as his hand slid a fraction lower, just above your hip, a silent invitation pulling you nearer.
"See?" His voice was like velvet, wrapping around you. "Maybe you didnât wander in here by accident after all." he tuts. "Your daddy was right, you do need straightening up, sweet thing."
"Y-You know my dad?" and he can only chuckle. "I donât, baby," he drawled, "But that little fight you had with your aunt a few minutes ago? Well, it was heard by more ears than you think." Youâd thought your quarrel was contained, tucked away in a corner where no one could witness the messy unraveling of your family drama. But apparently, you were wrongâso very wrong.
"I-It wasn't really a fight.." you huff, trying to fight the growing warmth in your core. "Right, you were just being a brat. I got that, too." your eyes find his again, heart plummeting into your chest. "I'm good with brats." god, how wrong it all felt, yet you couldn't find a way. you didn't want a way out. your aunt was waiting, but you were dripping with arousal in the arms of an older man who was a complete strangeră
Ą not to forget you were in the bathroom of a bar, where anyone could walk in on you at any moment. but was it so wrong to want what's wrong?
"So...You gonna let me teach you some manners, young lady?" The words hang between you, igniting something you couldnât name , but you felt it, burning, spreading. But you couldnât bring yourself to care. No, you didnât want to care. you felt drawn, tethered to him by something far more primal, more consuming. The risk, the recklessnessâit was intoxicating. You couldnât deny the hunger that twisted in your belly, the way your body leaned into his touch despite the alarm bells ringing faintly in the back of your mind. Maybe youâd always been waiting for something, or someone, to break you out of the mold you were supposed to fit into.
"You're thinking too much, sweetheart," he teases, his voice low and rough, sending warmth coursing through you. "Just let go. You know you want to."
The last piece of resistance crumbles. You don't want to fight anymore. You want to see where this will go, consequences be damned. You want the wildness, the chaos, the thrill of stepping outside the boundaries you've always kept yourself within.
Without thinking, you tilt your head up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of defiance and submission. His eyes darken, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, as if he's won some battle. "Good girl," he breathes, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw. The contact sends sparks through you, and your skin burns where he touches.
"Can you at least...tell me your name? please?" Youâre caught in this moment, teetering on the edge of something dangerous, and part of you needs to know who has you under their spell.
"My nameâs Logan, sweet thing," he says, the name rolling off his tongue with a rough edge, like it holds more than heâs letting on. His fingers trail lightly along your shoulder and down to your cleavage, the contact making your breath hitch. "But you wonât be needing it for now," he adds. "You'll be calling be sir. Understand?" whatever happens next, you're no longer in control so you nod your head eagerly, but he isn't satisfied. "Speak, girl."
"Yes, sir." you force the words out. The moment you say it, you feel the world tilt, like something has shifted between you, pulling you further into the depths of whatever this is. The man's lips curl into a smile yet again, he reaches behind you and you close your eyes. you hear a faint click and then a soft chuckle. "Let's hope no one gets a hold of the key, wouldn't want anyone to interrupt our time here, unlessă
Ą" your cheeks heat up, your thighs now pressed further together. "You'd like us to get caught, huh? Dirty girl." those last words send your head spinning and you swear you could come just from his voice alone. you never thought you'd be in a situation like this, but deep down, you wished someone just walked through that door only to see you splayed out under Logan.
without any hesitation, he spins both of you so that you are facing the large golden mirror above the counter. Logan groans, rolling his shoulders back as he bends you over the sink, your hips snug in his grip. "God, you're so fucking gorgeous, baby."
"Thank you, sir." this earns you a tug at the hair, his face right in the crook of your neck. "Say that again, baby." and you do. even if to you he's just a stranger, the need to obey him burns at your insides. you can feel his hard-on rubbing against your ass, so you press up against him making logan hiss. "You getting cocky, miss? Or are you just that excited for an old man to fuck you?"
you look down. "Please.." The man shakes his head and lands a hard smack on one of your asscheeks, making you yelp in the process. He takes his time pulling up your almost see-through dress, finally taking a look at your soaking panties that were barely covering anything. His calloused thumb makes contact with your clothed folds, dragging it up and down, in painfully slow circles. Without a warning, you hear the material rip and feel the flimsy undergarments fall on the cold tiled floor. "Pretty pussy." he mutters under his breath, undoing his trousers. he pulls them a bit down, enough for his manhood to spring free and slap against his covered bellybutton. you can see it all in the mirroră
Ą it's huge. you gasp softly as you feel him drag the tip of it against your swollen bud, and you hide your gaze, head hanging low. this doesn't last long, as you feel his rough palm grab at your face and pulling it up again. you're making eye contact with him through the mirror and you see him shake his head. "No, no. You watch while I fuck you, understand?" you shake your head, agreeing, but that isn't good enough so he slaps your cheek with the back of his hand, lightly. "Words, baby, words."
"Yes, sir." he drags the pulsing tip up and down, up and down as if he didn't make you wait long enough, turning you into a whining messă
Ą truthfully you never wanted it to end, so maybe him teasing was his way of making sure this lasts. after he thinks its sufficient, logan starts to push inside, and godă
Ą your breath gets stuck into your throat, from the feeling laden with thorns; every prick of discomfort is countered by an unexpected surge of delight. Your tears fall down onto the surface under you, little moans gripping your throat as he slips inside further. "You're okay, baby, you're okay. C'monă
Ą" he assures you, asking you to surrender. "Take it all- there we go.." he praises, lifting your hips a bit to get a better angle. Logan moves gently at first, each stroke hitting deeper within your core, the pain soon converging with ecstasy right as he alerts his movements.
his hips dive down with force, one of his palms snaking up and wrapping itself tightly around your throat, assuring you see how good he's destroying you. your head was spinning, heart pounding, as his whole weight dominated over you. "That's it, baby, knew you could take it." his thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each timeă
Ą your whole insides burning, too cock drunk to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made wrapped around Logan. "Fuckă
Ą sir, please.." you manage. pulling at your hair he starts "What if your sweet aunt walked in just now, huh? What ifă
Ą fuck! What if she saw how good you take this cock? Yeah, nice and deep, there ya go, baby, there ya go." while thrusting relentlessly into you, your legs barely holding up anymore.
Feeling you tightening, the hand that was around your throat slips down to your clit, while the other makes you spread your legs wide again for easier access, giving you a chance to take in a big gasp of air. "want me to breed this pussy, huh? feel you up with my babies? let people inside this room, let them see your pussy filled with my come- you want that?" the room spins around you, body floating as if ready to plummet back down, you try your best to reply. "yes, yes- please, please, sir, I'mă
Ą"
"Go ahead." the man succeeded to say, between his breathy groans. "Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you so much, sir!" you say as if praying to him whilst he keeps fucking into you. The man buries himself into you as you come down from your high, body almost too limp to register your surroundings. he slaps your ass, and watches you writhe under him. With a few more snaps of his hips you know he's close, nails digging roughly into your skin as he finally paints your walls with white ropes. "God fucking dammit!" you know that you'll be bruised tomorrow.
the bathroom feels sticky, and the mirror in front of you is all fogged up, but you can just barely make out your face, all tearstained and messy. You moan as he pulls out, the sudden feeling of emptiness leaving you shivering. Logan watches intently as his seed drips out of you, your body beautifully splayed out right under him. You squeeze around nothing, licking your lips, as you feel the warm beads of come trickling from inside of you, down your thighs. you're both quiet for a bit, catching your breaths. you feel like you are floating.
The sounds of the world fade away, leaving just the echo of your heartbeats. The weight of what just happened presses down on you both, thick and suffocating as you exchange glances through the mirror. Finally, you break the silence. âWhat do we do now?â The realization sinks in. What's done is done. "We clean you up and pray no one heard anything, baby." Logan laughs reassuringly, sensing the uncertainty in your voice.
maybe jazz clubs nights with your aunt aren't so bad after all.
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you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon.
"it's ridiculous." then he leaned his body foward, his fingers meeting his toes. an elongation you would take embarrasingly months to be able to do that flawlessly.
"and really fucking stupid" he proceeds his thoughts.
"oh please, do go on." you look down to your notes and continue to write your ridiculous ideas.
the sun was far too bright and where its glow met the leaves of the large number of trees around you they were gleaming, like they were immensely happy.
"i hope your little notebook accidently burns to ashes."
"kind of you to say accidently."
"yeah no problem at all"
you glance up to find that he has his knee bended to his chest and quickly look back to the pen in your hand. quite misteriously your hands are stained from it.
"you making the walking sleeping bag one too?" his voice is raspy and angry and very clear. how does he sound so good while doing post training stretching?
perhaps you're looking too much into it. your crush makes you a bit giddy, idiotic in a lot of senses. makes you feel a child just like the word itself is infant. crush.
you sigh heavyly.
"still deciding" you draw a little explosion on the corner of the page.
"might as well do it for class b too."
"if i got a penny for every dramatic sentence that came out of your mouth-"
he had his back to you but he insisted on turning his head to you to send you the most chilling glare for exactly 3 seconds. that's his stupidity. his eyes were already too pretty in your eyes for you to feel an ounce of that anger.
"-only today i'd have like," you scrunch your nose "the amount of money equivalent to the ferocity of all might's powers."
he doesn't bother to look at you again and you smile.
"would you look at that. i should look for the person with this quirk."
he growls. loud. and you're smile is genuine.
he sits up straight, his back to you and starts leisurely move his neck. that's the sign he's almost done.
"putting too much money for those idiots.â
"it's not that much" you reason. "don't feel that way for too long, you're getting one too."
with that, it's over.
he turns to you and when those red eyes meet yours the trees are for sure shinning somewhat brighter.
the response for your affirmation it's a furrow between his eyebrows. his skin glowing a bit but that's not your absurd heart speaking, it's just his sweat.
"uhum" now you're messing with the grass. it estabilizes you. "yours is actually the only one that i drew and painted myself. the other ones i made with suna from the support course"
an ant crawled into your point finger.
"but don't tell them that." you whisper.
the ant made it to your pulse when you feel a literal body falling on top of you.
"you motherfucker! you are drenched-"
"that shitty little brain of yours-" his face on your neck. his words and breathing warming your whole body. you are exploding on the inside. how ironic.
"-and your stupid handmade keychains for the whole class" and then he lighly bites where your neck meets your shoulder.
his hands trails your arms, his fingers are burning pathways in your skin until they meet your hands and they interlock with your fingers. then he finally lifts his head and looks at you and what you're feeling is something words can't understand.
"i was gonna wait until graduation."
"tomorrow, you mean."
he bites your chin and you're so fucking certain you'll melt any second now. "because of that fucking tone i'm going to burn all of your little gifts."
you smile at him trying to match his damn audacity. his charm? his mind blowing handsomeness? "i'll murder you."
you blink and feel his breath on your neck again. "do it now, cupcake." then. his maddening warm and soft lips leaves a kiss under your earlobe. you close your eyes. "you have the power to."
"don't wait until tomorrow."
he lifts his head again and there's a smirk with a softness in the corner of it on his face. "or?"
"i might die." you whisper. it is serious to you. you need his lips on yours this very second. with his eyes on yours, telling you every adoration you thought about him for the last couple of months before going to bed, you think might. actually. die.
"who's the dramatic one now, brat?"
#once again i did not double checked this#english is not my first language i deeply apologize#mha x reader#mha#bakugo katuski x reader#bakugou katsuki#katsuki x you#bakugou x you#bakugou x reader#bnha x reader#my hero academia#bnha#bakugou katsuki imagine#bakugou x y/n#bakugo#bnha katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugo
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STARS FADING BUT I LINGER ON, DEAR
PAIRING. dan heng x gn!reader; dan feng x gn!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS. torture and imprisonment but nothing graphic or in detail!!Â
WORD COUNT. 5,332
SUMMARY. dan heng has been having dreams about you. they started off goodâlike a fairytale even. but soon heâs been getting the feeling something is wrong. youâre trapped and alone and canât escape. dan heng wonders if his dreams are telling him something. and if they areâŚwhat is there for him to do?
SOFâS NOTE. *shoves this fic in everyoneâs face* LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT MY BABY!! PLS LOVE IT AND TREASURE IT!!! CRADLE IT GENTLE IN UR HANDS!!!! okay on a more serious note ahdjkdkd thank u anon for this amazing request i absolutely adored writing this đĽşđŤś idk where all the flower symbolism and dreams came from bc ik its not the in req but yk what it spoke to me for this story so i rolled w it HDJSKD i hope yâall enjoy!! :>Â
âWhat are all those flowers for?â you giggled, watching as Dan Feng entered the room with a cart full of peonies in tow.Â
It looked a little ridiculous; the elegant and renowned Imbibitor Lunae wheeling around an absurd amount of white, pink, and red flowers. But Dan Feng never cared about pretenses when he was with you. He always felt comfortable enough to be himself, no matter how ridiculous it appeared.Â
As he approached, he held a small, blooming red peony out between his fingertips. âTheyâre for you, naturally.â
He brushed your hair aside and gently tucked the stem of the flower behind your ear, admiring how the deep red of the flower complimented your complexion.Â
âBeautiful.â
You looked down at your feet with a small chuckle before meeting his gaze again. âThank you. Youâre beautiful as well.â
âThank you, my love,â said Dan Feng, his hand resting on your waist as he planted a kiss on your forehead. âDo you like the flowers?â
You nodded, feeling the soft petals of the flower in your hair between your fingers as you stared at the bundles of peonies in the cart he brought in. Dan Feng walked over when he saw you staring and led you to each section of colors.Â
âThese are pinkâto show my affection for you.â He picked a flower and kissed the petals before bringing it to your mouth to reciprocate. You obliged with a giggle and he smiled and hid the scandalous flower in his sleeves. âThese are white peonies, to let you know Iâm always thinking of you.â
You placed your hand on his chest, feeling the careful embroidery on the silken fabrics. âYouâre always on my mind, too.â
âGood,â he jested. âAs I should be.â
Without warning, he brought your body flush against his chest and captured your mouth with his own, softly tugging at your lower lip. You chased after his touch to give him a kiss of your own, but he soon pulled away with a teasing grin on his face.Â
You pouted. âHey!â
âPatience, beloved,â said Dan Feng. âI still havenât gotten to the last color.â
âOh, my sincere apologies,â you said sarcastically, knowing he was the very reason he hadnât finished his own speech. âPlease, carry on.â
âSince you asked nicely.â He cupped your face and stroked the petals on the flower behind your ear. The sensation of his light fingers brushing against the soft flower petals tickled the skin around your ear and you felt your breath catch in your throat. âThis flower is a red peony, to symbolize just how passionate I am for you.â Dan Heng stared into your eyes before he spoke. âI hope you know how much I love you, truly.â
âI know,â you said, gaze not once meeting his. Your stomach tightened and your heart started beating faster as you placed his warm hand on your chest. âI love you, Dan Feng. Every part of my being is yours.âÂ
âAnd mine, yours.â
Dan Feng took your hand in his, leading you into your bed chambers. You had never felt more loved and wanted than in this moment. But when you entered the room and looked up, the hand you were holding was no longer Dan Fengâs.Â
Instead, your hand was clutching an iron bar instead of your loverâs hand, shackled in chains on your wrists and ankles. Dan Feng was gone and you were stuck in here for eternity.Â
You cried out, body racking with helpless sobs. Every fiber of your beingâmind, body, spiritâmissed him so much. The worst part wasnât the torture, the solitary confinement, the lack of access to basic human needs.Â
No, that was nothing.Â
Nothing compared to knowing you would never see Dan Feng again.Â
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Dan Heng woke with a start, hair plastered to us forehead with sweat. His pillow and blanket were both strewn across the floor of the Archives and he found himself on his bed alone, a heavy pounding coming from the place where his heart should be. His heart hurt so much he wondered if it was even his.Â
He squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to take a deep breath to calm himself down.
That was the third time this week Dan Heng had a dream like that.Â
Before, it wasnât terribly uncommon for him to dream about your experiences with his past reincarnation. Dan Heng thought it was strange at firstâ Why is he dreaming of your memories rather than Dan Fengâs? But the Archives had no answer, so he was forced to accept the fact with mild curiosity as he grew accustomed to the untraditional visions that manifested as dreams that he has been having.Â
Still, the strange part wasnât that he had dreams of you, the strange part was that recently, since the Astral Express left Luofu, Dan Heng has been getting bad dreams of you. Or, to be precise, heâs been experiencing bad memories you have gone through.Â
Dan Heng thought the torture was the worst of it. As cold blades cut against your warm skin, Dan Heng felt each push. Each puncture. Each drop of blood they drew from your veins. He woke up constantly in pain, checking his own body to be sure it wasnât happening to him.Â
But he learned a new form of torture that came from the heart. The solitude and loneliness. The knowledge that the one you loved most has perishedâ Was forced to reincarnate and never see you again.Â
The pain on his body was temporary. But Dan Heng felt the ache in your soul every minute of every day.Â
He just doubted there was anything he could do to stop it.Â
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âY/N,â came a quiet voice from outside the cell. âI came to check on you again.â
You looked up from your thin futon to meet Jing Yuanâs remorseful eyes. Your living conditions have been upgraded from those youâve experienced for decades now. No longer were you in chainsâ You had access to a bath, and they even offered you books and enough food to sustain you. All while confined in a cell, of course.Â
Perhaps they no longer viewed you as a threat. Not that they should have ever viewed you as such in the first place. You didnât understand why you were punished solely for being Dan Fengâs lover. You werenât a warrior. You didnât hold any position of power. You were a scholar and lover of books and plants. But youâre an accomplice, the Preceptors said as they mercilessly chained you up.Â
If you werenât knocked into unconsciousness moments after, you wouldâve spit at their faces as they took you away.Â
âY/NâŚâÂ
You snapped out of your thoughts, dragging your gaze to the man in front of your cell. Placing your book to the side, you smiled up at Jing Yuan. âSorry about that. I was a little out of it there.â
Jing Yuan frowned and your heart moved, feeling the depth of his sadness. âNo need to apologize. Tell me, how have you been?âÂ
âGood, I have to say,â you said, sitting up straight on your bed. âIâm almost finished with the book you gave me last time.âÂ
He smiled but it didnât quite reach his eyes. âIâm glad.â
âIs something the matter?â you asked as you stood and walked over to him, offering a hand of comfort through the iron bars.Â
Jing Yuan took it, giving you a gentle squeeze before dropped your hand. The rush of human contact, despite how brief it was, coursed through you. Itâs been so long since you felt the touch of another person.
âDan Heng and his friends left the Xianzhou Luofu,â he said solemnly.Â
Your eyes shut as you let your forehead press against the cool metal of your cell. A tear fell down your cheek but a smile remained on your face. âThatâs⌠That is good. He should be free from this place. Dan Heng is happiest that way, correct?â
âThat is how it seems,â Jing Yuan sighed. He held back his words for a moment, hesitant. But as he looked at you, he could not longer keep it in. âDo you still think it was the right decision to not inform Dan Heng that you are here?âÂ
You let out a quiet laugh, taking a seat on the floor and Jing Yuan soon followed suit. âWhat would he do with that information? What if he felt guiltyâ? That could hold him back.â
âAre you certain that is a choice for you to make?â
Sighing, you shook your head. It wasnât your choice to make; it was Dan Hengâs. You knew that deep down inside. But what could you do when you were aware of Dan Hengâs aversion to his pastâto any potential connection to Dan Feng? And thus, any connection to you?Â
You felt it, you dreamed about it. Dan Hengâs hatred for his past reincarnation. You mourned for them. Both Dan Feng and Dan Heng. For the former, you knew it must be hard having no connection to your reincarnation. Was his soul no longer tethered to this world? Perhaps he felt lost, even in the afterlife. For the latter, you did not blame any resentment that came from him. You knew all too well that being judged and punished based off the actions of another person was unjust. You wouldnât wish it upon anybody.Â
And so, it made sense to you that Dan Heng wanted to accept his past for what it was, and then be free from it. You did not want to interfere with that. Especially not when he was so close to healing and making a good, happy life for himself.Â
And now, after Jing Yuan told you Dan Heng and his friends finished their adventures in the Xianzhou Luofu, excited to take on the rest of the galaxies, you thought that maybe you made the right choice. You would be happy enough here, alone in this prison, if you knew your beloved was free.Â
It was a decision you made yourself, for Dan Heng.Â
And it was one you hoped you wouldnât regret.Â
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âFoolish! No!â Dan Heng thrashed in his sleep, wanting to reach out and shake you to your senses. Heâs had terrible dream after terrible dream, but this was one he couldnât simply let go of.Â
This one seemed more recent than any of the others. That was not a dream of a distant memory from long agoâ No, the Astral Express that Jing Yuan spoke of in Dan Hengâs dream had only departed Xianzhou Luofu a few days ago now. That meant you were there, locked up right under his nose, for the entirety of his stay at the Luofu. And no one told him a thing.
Dan Heng had to control his fury. He felt hurt and betrayed, despite not having a true, personal connection with you himself. He wasnât Dan Feng and, deep down, he recognized he didnât have a claim to your thoughts, feelings, and emotions. But the pain he felt from knowing you were there, and that maybe, just maybe, he couldâve done something to help you sooner, was something Dan Heng couldnât shake.
He knew what he had to do.
Perhaps it was bold, impulsive, and maybe dismissive of their current plans, but he had to do it. Dan Heng took a deep breath, not waiting for the night to turn into day. He was going to ask Pom-Pom to please turn this damn train around.
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âWhere are they?âÂ
Much to no oneâs surprise, Jing Yuan seemed to know exactly what Dan Heng was talking about. What else could be important enough for Dan Heng to barge into the Seat of Divine Foresight without a word of warning?Â
Jing Yuan quickly excused the meeting he was holding, biding a quick apology and saying they would reconvene shortly. Despite the newfound privacy, he still didnât reveal anything to Dan Heng.
âWell, good afternoon to you as well, Dan Hengââ
âStop. Thereâs no time for formalities right now.â Dan Heng folded his arms, hands clutched into tight fists by his sides. âWhere are the Preceptors keeping them? And why the hell havenât you done anything to help Y/N?â
With a heavy sigh, Jing Yuan took a seat in his chair, gesturing Dan Heng to sit across from him. A gesture Dan Heng pointedly ignored. He wasnât here to sit down and take his time. He wanted to know where you were now so he could get you out of there. The torture, the poor treatment, the punishment for something you didnât do... It wasnât fair. He could hardly put up with it in his dreams. He wondered how it was possible for you to even be surviving all this time.Â
âIt may surprise to you here,â Jing Yuan stated, voice low, âbut as much influence I have over Xianzhou, the Preceptors unfortunately remain untouched by that.â
Dan Hengâs grip loosened, momentarily feeling guilty for assuming Jing Yuan did not try to help you in any way. From what his dreams could see, Jing Yuan was one of the only people who frequently visited youâ Which was already more than he could say for himself.Â
His face hardened but he relented. âIâm sorry for suggesting such a thing.â
Jing Yuan gave him a half-smile through hooded eyes. âIf you hold any recollection of Dan Fengâs time with them, I donât blame you for having such a severe reaction. Y/N wasâisâŚremarkable.âÂ
âI shouldnât know that myself,â said Dan Heng quietly. âYet somehow, I know youâre right.âÂ
He looked at the ground solemnly, suddenly frightened that he wouldnât be able to do anything to help you after all. If the Cloud Knight General Jing Yuan couldnât influence the Preceptors, what could he do?Â
He shook the negative thoughts out of his head. Sure, Dan Heng wasnât Jing Yuan, but he was the reincarnation of Dan Feng, the previous High Elder and Imbibitor Lunae. Dan Heng was the friend and ally of current High Elder Bailu. Dan Heng had the General backing him with a token of alliance. And Dan Heng would stop at nothing to free you from your shackles.Â
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The process was more painstaking than Dan Heng had originally thought. After informing Jing Yuan of his plan to speak to Bailu, Dan Heng soon realized that conversing with her would be the easiest part.
The Dragon Lady was kind and had a good heart. She cared for other people and didnât want to see anyone in pain. The difficult part came from feeling the lack of respect the Preceptors had for her. They treated her as more of a child than a High Elder, even withholding her title of Imbibitor Lunae until they deemed she was âof age.â But Dan Heng thought she had more sense and knowledge than all of the Preceptors combined.Â
It took negotiations, possible acts of coercion that broke many Vidyadhara laws, and even the threat of Dan Heng to follow in his past lifeâs footsteps and destroy the seal at Scalegorge Waterscape and many more places⌠But Dan Heng, along with the assistance and backing of Bailu and Jing Yuan, finally got the Preceptors to agree to release you without forcing a reincarnation.Â
You had suffered decades for a crime you had no hand in committing. The Preceptors were simply scared your love for Dan Feng would influence you to be a main headpiece in carrying out the rebellion against the Xianzhou Luofuâhence why those in charge had originally agreed to keep you here. But Jing Yuan was the residing general now, and with his army at his side, he was able to voice that he no longer viewed imprisonment on this land to be befitting of you as a solid conclusion. Bailu stated, as a complete bluff that anyone could have seen right through, that if you were not released immediately and given the opportunity to be reconnected with Dan Heng, she would no longer be as willing to repair any seals, should they be harmed in the future.Â
Somehow, instead of all three of them getting locked up for treason or whatever Vidyadhara laws they horribly crossed, they managed to succeed in their goal of winning your freedom. The Preceptors wrote in their official records the release date of prisoner Y/N and agreed to escort one of them to your cell.
Jing Yuan and Bailu, of course, both opted for Dan Heng to be the person who sees you first. But only after making him promise they would get to see you once you settled into your new life.Â
Dan Heng smiled, thanking them for their part in this operation. And when night came, he spoke his vow to you under the endless stars.
He would see you soon. And this time, he would never let anything bad happen to you again.Â
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âMore peonies?â you asked with a laugh, staring in awe at the field of flowers that were newly planted on the grounds of your estate. The bright colors of the petals flushed against the dark green of the leaves lined the gardens of your grand quarters.Â
Dan Feng nodded, the trimmings on his sleeves detailed with the faint embroidery of petals dancing around the wind. Your heart warmed when you saw it. It was fitting for him, such a beautiful and caring soul.Â
âI had them planted for you,â he said, gesturing at the arrangement around you. He smiled, his eyes glinting. âBecause one cartful just wasnât enough.âÂ
You shook your head as you went around the rows of peonies, touching the petals in awe of the spring bloom in the air. The smell was sweet and the wind was cool, providing the right amount of breeze to offset the heat of the sun. First, you went to the patch of white peonies, then pink, then red. Then, you noticed a shade Dan Feng hadnât given to you before.
âYellow peonies?â you said curiously, Dan Feng following along as you explored the gardens fit for royalty. Because, he had said before, to him, you were.
âIndeed.â He plucked one from the bush, careful not to ruin the stem of the plant itself. Slowly, he brought it up against the light in the sky. âYellow. As radiant as the sun.âÂ
You stared up, shading your eyes as to not get blinded by the brightness. âIt shines almost as brightly as you.âÂ
Dan Feng made a noise of amusement at your words. âI should be the one saying that to you.âÂ
âPerhaps you should speak faster,â you teased.Â
You walked over to him, placing your hand in his and leading him to a field of grass. When you got to an area you liked, you sat down on the floor, gesturing for him to follow suit. Dan Feng brushed at the fabric of his clothes once before happily obliging. As you sat there, you looked over at Dan Feng and studied the look of serenity on his face. His expression was calm, his eyes were soft and the corners of his mouth tilted ever so slightly into a smile. In the hand that was not holding yours, he held the yellow peony still in hand.
âDoes it symbolize anything? Like the others?âÂ
He nodded. âYellow peonies are rare to come by. Only the most renowned of breeders can craft one to the perfect shade.â
At his words, you looked back at the abundant row of yellow peonies dressing your land. You wondered how much effort he went through in searching for the perfect shade to gift you.
âTheyâre to symbolize my wishes for you,â stated Dan Feng, toying with the edge of a petal with his thumb. âI wish to bestow upon you luck and prosperity, for the rest of your life.âÂ
âI think Iâve used all the luck I possibly could, finding someone like you,â you giggled, bumping your shoulder against his before leaning your head on it. Dan Feng breathed deeply, resting his head on top of yours. âAnd the only prosperity I wish for is to be prosperous in love. With you.âÂ
He laughed, a deep rumble vibrating against your body. âSo, all your wishes of luck and prosperity have already come true? What need was there for me to gift you these flowers, then?â
You held your palm out, waiting for Dan Feng to place the yellow peony at its center. He gently laid it there, letting his fingers linger against your skin.Â
âIâm glad you gifted me these,â you reassured him. âNow, when I walk by, they will always serve as a reminder of the radiant peony right in front of me.â
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The next morning, Dan Heng entered the dark corridor with a flower tucked into a hidden pocket of his outer garments.Â
While he was nervous about how you might react to him going against your wishes that you expressed to Jing Yuan, his determination to assure your freedom was more than enough to counteract that. If Dan Heng truly wanted to be freed of his past and atone for the wrongdoings of Dan Feng, he would need to make sure no one else was being punished for his actions.Â
He had helped repair the Ambrosial Arborâs seal at Scalegeorge Waterscape, to atone for Dan Fengâs acts against the current High Elder and all of the Luofu Vidyadhara. Now, he would release you from decades of unjust punishment you suffered simply for being associated with him.Â
âY/N, you have a visitor,â one of the Preceptors said dryly, unlocking a cell. The hooded man could hardly hide the look of distaste on his face a before he rolled his eyes and walked away. âIâm sure you two must have plenty to catch up on. Leave here quickly before we change our minds.â
Dan Heng peered into the entrance, his gaze meeting your confused and alarmed face in an instant.Â
You looked between Dan Heng and the open cell, not a Preceptor in sight. âIs this a test?â
He shook his head, showing you the official pardon signed by Bailu, Jing Yuan, and a representative of the Preceptors. You held the document in your hands, reading its contents and feeling the seal to believe itâs legitimacy, before giving it back to him. He felt your hands tremble as you made brief contact with his and he was overcome with the urge to comfort you.Â
âThis isnât a test,â he promised, looking into your eyes in hopes you would see the truth in them. âYou really are free from here.â
You let out an amused noise of disbelief, shaking your head. âOh, Dan Heng⌠What did you do?â
He startled at the sound of his name coming from your lips. He was so accustomed to you only repeating Dan Feng over and over in his dreams that this felt almost refreshing.Â
âRather, what did Jing Yuan do?â you corrected, laughing quietly as you stood up from your seated position. Your robes, once beautifully crafted, were worn and tattered. But the light in your eyes never waned. âI told him not to tell you.â
âHe didnât,â said Dan Heng. He considered his statement before adding, âI suppose eventually he did confirm it, but I was the one who confronted him about it.â
You raised a curious brow. âAnd how, pray tell, did you know about thisâŚsituation?â
âFrom my dreams.â
Your eyes widened in surprise. For once, you were speechless.Â
âI know itâs more normal to have dreams about your past reincarnation,â he stated, neatly folding the document in his hands before sliding it away into his pocket. âBut, while I occasionally had dreams of Dan Fengâs lifeâbad ones normally, might I addâitâs been more common to have dreams of you.â
With a slow and shaky breath, you shut your eyes to think. âYouâd had dreams of Dan Fengâs memories of me, do you mean?â
He shook his head. âNo. Theyâre dreams of your memories. Some included your moments with Dan Feng from long ago, yes. Others were you in this prison. A recent one was of Jing Yuan visiting you and in it you said not to tell me about this.â
You chuckled helplessly. âWhat good did that do, after all?â
âWhy didnât you want me to know? Why didnât you want me to help you?â
âIt wasnât that!â you protested, your eyes telling stories your words could not keep up with. You sighed. âOkay, it was.â
Dan Heng let out a sharp breath.
âHowever, itâs not for the reasons you might be thinking,â you corrected, arms folded over your chest. âIâve come to accept my life being imprisoned here. Itâs given me a lot of time to think and reflect. And, similar to you, Iâve occasionally had dreams of you, Dan Heng.â
He tilted his head to the side.Â
âThey werenât long nor were they frequent. But what I have gathered from them, scarce as they were, is you resent Dan Feng. You donât want any ties to your past. And youâve accomplished so much growth and closure, finally freeing yourself from all that burdened you. What good would it be to drag you back here and make you relive this?âÂ
âYou sound ridiculous.âÂ
His words were harsh and it stopped you right in your tracks. You stared at him, eyes wide as they peered into his, but he couldnât let that stop the words of logic from coming out of his mouth.Â
âYouâre not a saint nor are you a martyr. You donât have to try to be one. Youâre a person, and for that you should be free in your own right. Youâre a Vidyadhara, trapped and punished for actions that were not your own. I understand what youâve been throughâ Iâve been there, too.â Dan Heng held his hand out to you from outside your prison cell, waiting for you to walk out and accept it. âFurthermore, you are a kind and loving soul, and you donât deserve to spend a single moment in this place. Please, accept my help.â
Your cheeks were wet as you nodded your head. Slowly, you placed your cold, shaky hand in his. He felt your cool skin against his warm one and he enveloped your hands gently, brushing your knuckles with his thumb to share the heat in his body.Â
âIâve wanted to get out of here so badly,â you admitted through silent tears. âI hated being confined and alone. I felt helpless. Pathetic.â He watched with a heavy heart as you wiped your own tears away. Could he reach out and do it for you instead? He chastised himself. As much as he wanted to, he had no right. âBut you suffered so much in your past lifeâin this life even. I didnât want to cause you any more pain.â
Dan Heng shook his head. âWhat brings me the most pain is knowing you were suffering for so long, and I didnât help you.â
âHow could you help when you didnât know?â you reasoned with a sad smile. âIâm sorry for making Jing Yuan promise to never let you know.â
His eyes squeezed shut as a sharp pang ran through his heart. âPlease. Please promise me you wonât do something like that again. If you need me, I want to be there for you. Always.â
You gaze widened at his words before you recollected yourself.Â
Dan Heng winced as he understood what he said. His mind and soul were confused. He knew he wasnât Dan Feng, that this was the first moment he has ever had with you. But why does he feel like heâs known you forever?Â
After a few moments of silence, as if you were giving him time to amend what he said, you finally spoke. âOkay. I promise.âÂ
He felt every muscle in his body relax at those words. He knew the promise you spoke was true to your heart. Dan Heng believed it with all his being and he let that console him.Â
âThank you,â he breathed.Â
With one of your hands still in his, he slowly led you out of the corridor and up the stairs, away from your cold and dark prison.Â
âWhat are you going to do now that youâre free?â Dan Heng asked, hating himself for hoping your future plans would somehow include keeping in touch with him. âWill youâŚstay on the Luofu?â
Your body tensed as a shiver went down your spine. You shook your head fervently as your expression twisted into one of grief. Dan Hengâs heart stirred at the sight. He knew that feeling all too well, and it pained him knowing you had similar conflicts to go through. âNo, thatâs the last thing I want to do. I wonât stay here. At least not now.â
âI understand.âÂ
You gave him a weak, but hopeful smile as he squeezed your hand softly.Â
âAnd you?â you wondered, looking at him with thoughtful and eyes as you awaited his response.Â
âIâm going to the Astral Express to continue on with our adventures,â he said with his lips upturned. âItâs a great place to call home, especially when youâve lost the only place you had once called home.â He stared at you for a moment. âIf you would like to join usâjoin meâI think you would very much enjoy it.âÂ
You teared up at his offer. âCan you really just invite people like that?â
Dan Heng briefly thought of the girl they picked us as an icicle and the boy who they found with no knowledge of the past. He considered your situation. âYes, we really can.âÂ
The sunlight from outside finally started shining through the walkway, signaling that you were almost out as a freed person.Â
âAlso,â he said, before he could forget, âI, myself, would want you to come join our crew, even if itâs only for a little while. You can stay for as long as you want, and leave whenever you want as well.â
Your ears perked up at that. âI like the sound of that. If the Astral Express will have me, then I would love to join.âÂ
Dan Heng smiled as he patted the top of your head. Your body relaxed at his touch as you leaned into him, and he continued to hold onto you as you approached the exit. âNo one will threaten your freedom ever again. That is my oath to you.â
You started at him, brows furrowed in determination. âAnd I vow the same to you. These new beginnings will bring only freedom and prosperity.â
At that word, Dan Heng suddenly remembered the small gift he brought for you. He blushed as he felt the soft petals of the peony in his large pocket.Â
âI have something for you,â he said, slowly stopping in his tracks. He turned towards you and you followed suit, tilting your head to the side in question. âItâs nothing big. But itâs a token. A reminder.âÂ
He held out the peony in one hand, watching as your eyes lit up at the sight of it. Your mouth widened as you let out a noise of laughter, accepting his gift and holding it close to your chest.Â
âThank you, Dan Heng,â you said, tears of happiness filling your eyes. âI love it.â
It wasnât yellowâ He wasnât the bright and radiant Dan Feng you knew and loved. It wasnât red or pink, even. While he felt traces of love and attraction for you from his past memories, he knew in his heart that wasnât really him developing those feelings for you.Â
Instead, it was a white peony.Â
You were always in his thoughts. It was both a blank slate, and a gentle reminder. He would never forget you, and as he got to experience life with you, who knew what dashes of color would be mixed in next with this pearly white.Â
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Desire â Jake Kiszka x F!Reader
SMUT. 18+ ONLY! MDNI!!!!!
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x F!Reader
Word Count: 6.2k
Summary: When your boyfriend Jake takes you out on a romantic dinner date, you canât help but tease him⌠but two can play at that game.
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT. Soft dom!Jake. Relentless teasing while at dinner, absurd amounts of sexual tension. Rushing home from the restaurant to fuck. Fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, finishing inside, dirty talk with both praise and degradation.
Authorâs Note: Itâs been almost exactly a year to the day since I posted my last full-length Jake fic, and I am so beyond excited to be finally sharing this one with you all! I wrote this over the last few months with a WHOLE lot of love behind it. Huge thanks to everyone for being so understanding about the gap in my writingâ I went through a lot of really exciting changes in my life this year that put writing on hold for a little while, but it feels SO fantastic to be writing for gvf again!! HUGE HUGE HUGE thanks to my LOVE my LIFE my darling poppy aka my beloved aka smooching you @gold-mines-melting I LOVE YOUUU thank you for being my beta reader and my brainstorming partner in crime and also being my Best Friend and i cannot WAIT to hug you again literally NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!! other special thanks go to @losfacedevil @texas-bbq-pringles and @joshsindigostreak for just being some incredibly lovely humans that i am SO lucky to know đĽ°
FIC BEGINS UNDER THE CUT!
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It had started innocently enough.
At least, thatâs what you were telling yourself.
Truly, when Jake had come to you earlier in the day with that coy smile you loved so much, asking if youâd let him take you out tonight, you had no premeditated plans of intentionally working him up. Of course, having been together for quite some time now, you did happen to know exactly how to turn him on. Even in the most subtle of ways. The slightest touches, the smallest movements. And it wasnât your fault if he just happened to have an effect on you that you couldnât even begin to comprehend, without even trying.
Okay⌠well, given the facts, perhaps the turn of events had been somewhat inevitable.
//
All you could focus on was Jakeâs hand on your waist. It wasnât that you werenât admiring the decor of this upscale, intimate Italian restaurant he had brought you to, or that you werenât able to smell the intoxicating aromas of different meals being brought to the tables you passed as you two were led to your own. It really was just that simpleâ one touch. Thatâs all it took. One touch, focused and deliberate, steady yet electric. One touch from Jake and your body was alight.
Your attention was fixated on the sensation. The heat of his large hand through the thin fabric of your dress, his fingers firmly resting against you, gripping just barely, just enough for you to feel it. How could you be getting this intoxicated on him already, before youâd even reached the dinner table? It was practically absurd. Still, the burning between your thighs was impossible to deny. Your breath caught in your throat, and out of the corner of your eye, you caught a smirk tugging at the corner of Jakeâs lips.
Oh, yeah? Two can play at that game. The thought materialized in your mind just as you two arrived at the table Jake had reserved in advance. It was small, romantic, somewhat secluded, but still undoubtedly within view of other tables in the restaurant. No, you couldnât be too daring. But what would be the harm in seeing what you could get away with?
The dress you were wearing was one of Jakeâs favorites. It was a shade of blue that especially complemented your skin tone, and you knew the way it fit you and accentuated your curves drove him wild. You couldnât help but think to use that to your advantage. As Jake sat down, his eyes remaining on you, it was impossible to resist the urge to seize the moment. Before taking your seat, you let your hands rest on the very top of the chairâs back, meeting your boyfriendâs lingering gaze. When he arched an eyebrow at you inquisitively, a knowing, appreciative smile on his face, you sighed, âI needed a night out with you, baby⌠to just relax with you⌠god, Iâm so stiffâŚâÂ
You trailed off, arching your back as though to stretch it, while paying quiet attention to the way Jakeâs eyes trailed across your body, the slight hitch in his breathing as you let your mouth fall open in the apparent bliss of the stretch you were feeling. Pushing your chest forward and arching further, a sigh slipped from your lips as Jakeâ ever so slightly, but just enough for you to take noticeâ shifted in his seat. A sense of smug pride began to swell deep within you, alongside a stirring of something⌠else even further down.
Finally, you slipped into your seat, your gaze resting on Jakeâ an involuntary shiver running down your spine at the way his eyes had seemed to darken substantially within just the past few moments. Coyly, you picked up your menu, far more focused on Jakeâs lingering gaze than the entrĂŠes on the page. You made a big show of scanning through, chewing on your lower lip⌠but truthfully you were barely glancing at it, your attention focused on the man across from you, the thoughts in your mind traveling down a path that had nothing to do with dinner. After a heart-pounding minute or two of stealing amorous glances over your menus, you couldnât hold back anymore. Lowering your menu to the table and making sure Jake had a full view of your cleavage, you leaned forward, cocking your head wickedly and asking pointedly, âSee anything you want tonightâŚ?â
His gaze instantly intensified at your double entendre, those dark eyes of his flashing down to your cleavage just long enough for you to notice. The tension was already growing palpable as Jake locked eyes with you once more, his expression calm and collected but his cheeks already beginning to flushâ a telltale sign of Jakeâs arousal building under the surface. Still, he wasnât going to give in that easy. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady and measured. âBe careful, pretty girl⌠play with fire⌠and youâre gonna get burned.â
âMaybe I like the heat,â you replied quickly, definitively, letting your fingers absentmindedly trace the lines in the wooden grain of the table, making sure Jake took notice of your languid movements. His gaze was electric, and you watched as he shifted in his seat once more, his jaw clenching and unclenching involuntarily as he clearly tried to maintain his composure.Â
âOh, I donât doubt that you love it⌠but can you handle it? Can you take it all?â Jakeâs words instantaneously sucked all air from your lungs, dissipated all coherent thoughts from your mind. You blinked at him, lost for words for a momentâ and the smirk he gave you in return made it clear that he knew all too well the effect that his words were having on you.
âSeems like youâre interested in finding out just how much I can take,â you replied seductively, prompting Jake to arch an eyebrow at the bold nature of your comment. Before he was able to open his mouth to escalate the teasing even further, however, a waiter approached your tableâ putting an immediate pause on the conversation that was slipping deeper into innuendo by the moment. And though the waiter took great care to describe the details of each of that eveningâs specials, you truthfully werenât able to register a word of what they were saying. Not with Jakeâs eyes on you, watching. Studying. His gaze traveled across your every centimeter, as though he was drinking you in with his eyes aloneâ and simultaneously undressing you in the same manner. The undeniable ache between your thighs was becoming more and more difficult to ignore in the presence of Jakeâs unyielding eye contact.
Jakeâs ability to appear calm and collected in moments like these was always something that impressed you. Even when you could tell that he was positively burning for you, using every ounce of his energy to keep his composure⌠to the untrained eye, the intensifying rosy flush in his cheeks would be the only hint towards his interior demeanor. Knowing that you were the only one that could read him so well, the only one in the restaurant aware of the desire building within him, was only serving to muddle your thoughts further. Dazedly, you became aware of how hot the room was beginning to feel.
Jake ordered for both of you, as though he was aware that you were having trouble finding the words through your cloud of arousalâ and the smirk he directed towards you all but confirmed that suspicion. Always thoughtful, knowing you so well, he had chosen a drink and a dish for you that perfectly encapsulated your favorite flavors.
How ironic that the craving you were experiencing had nothing to do with the meal.
The dinner passed in a fashion that seemed somehow a blur and yet excruciatingly slow all at onceâ the service was impeccable, the food delicious, but every moment spent sitting across from Jake was only serving to heighten the tension that was becoming more and more unbearable. Every movement, every word from Jake, caused arousal to flood your veins. The way the muscles in the back of his hand flexed when he picked up his glass, the way his long fingers curled around it. His soft, raspy laugh, paired with that magnetic gaze that left you breathless. You were transfixed, spellbound. You could never begin to understand the effect he was able to have on you so effortlessly, but it was undeniable. Heat was radiating through every inch of your body. He had you aching, and he knew it. Still, you had your suspicions that you werenât the only one whose thoughts had grown increasingly indecent as the night drew on. You knew that look in Jakeâs eyes.
And at the end of the meal, when Jake finally stood, you were given all the information that you needed to know. Your gaze immediately flashed downwardsâ to an unmistakable silhouette, thick and hard, straining through the front of Jakeâs pants. Your entire face suddenly grew incredibly hot, a soft gasp escaping your lips as your thighs squeezed together subconsciously. Fuck. As you were left blinking up at him, mind blank beyond the desire radiating through you, the wicked look in Jakeâs eyes had you trembling. He chuckled as he took your hand, helping you to your feet and smirking. âWhy so flustered, baby?â When you still couldnât find the words, he leaned in, letting you hear his last question right in your ear, raspy and low. âDo you see something you want tonightâŚ?â
Your own line. Fuck.
So thatâs how he was going to play it.Â
//
If dinner was difficult to get through, the ride home from the restaurant was damn near tortuous. The drive couldnât have been more than fifteen minutes, but the effort was Herculean. The tension was burning, intoxicating, dizzying, with Jake gripping the steering wheel practically white-knuckled in his determination to get the two of you home as efficiently as possible. You could hardly breathe, squeezing your thighs together, heart hammering within your chest, knowing you must be positively soaked. Even Jakeâs heavy breaths were making your head spin. You were aching for his touch. Desperate for it.Â
When finally, finally, Jake pulled into the driveway of the home you shared, you felt practically lightheaded. Pulling his key from the ignition, he turned to you. Once your eyes met, your breath caught all over again, and Jake arched his eyebrow, as though to challenge you. His voice was low and seductive when he spoke. âYouâre looking all worked up, baby⌠is there something my pretty girl needs?â
Your breaths were coming shakily, your legs somehow already beginning to tremble, but you managed one more teasing smirk. âWhy donât you get me inside and see?â
At that, Jakeâs teeth grazed his lower lip, the sight sending a shiver down your spine. âThatâs my pretty little teaseâŚâ He trailed off at the involuntary whimper that slipped from your lips at his words, giving a raspy hum of approval in the presence of your blatant desire.
Flustered, desperate, dripping with need, the last few steps towards your front door wouldâve taken quite literally every last bit of effort you had left within you to remain outwardly composed⌠even if Jakeâs hand wasnât resting on your lower back in that same way that always left you reeling.
The door hadnât even closed behind you before you had practically thrown yourself at Jake, his satisfied groan of relief against your lips making you dizzier still as you kissed him feverishly, desperately, pressing yourself up against his solid, sturdy form with everything you had. The contact, the friction, even through the layers of fabric between you, was electrifying. Every cell in your body was crying out for more, desperate to feel Jakeâs hot, flushed skin against your own. Your hands were instantly all over him, grabbing at him, pulling him closer, closer, and Jake was doing the same, his large hands searching to feel and grab at every inch of you as he kissed you back with a sense of urgency that left you whimpering into his mouth.
Your hands were sliding up his chest, finding where his button-down shirt was opened to and hooking your fingers into the fabric, desperately fumbling the last few buttons open and pushing it off of his shoulders. Another rush of need hit you in sync with his shirt dropping to the floor, drunk on the feeling of Jakeâs flushed skin, hot with desire, as he growled his approval against your lips.
Somehow, while still entirely entangled in one another, hands everywhere, Jake was able to maneuver the two of you towards the bedroom between messy, heated kisses that left the two of you gasping for air. Backing you up towards the bed, Jake was groaning, âGod, youâre such a tease, baby⌠getting me rock fucking hard for you with this beautiful fucking bodyâŚâ while letting his hands slide up and down your curves, grabbing handfuls wherever he knew it would make you whimper. âYouâre a fucking vision in this dressâŚâ he breathed out, voice trailing off as he reached around and let one finger begin to trace up the zipper of the dress, the sudden soft and deliberate touch causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. Stepping behind you, Jake took the toggle between two fingers and began to pull the zipper down, continuing, ââŚand youâre such a fucking vision when I take it off of youâŚâ
You bit your lip, moaning softly at Jakeâs words as he helped you out of your outfit. The dress fell to the floor, pooling around your ankles, leaving you completely naked in front of Jake. You hadnât worn any panties, knowing exactly how that little surprise would affect your boyfriendâ and Jakeâs sudden utterance of a soft, nearly breathless âFuck. Goddamn,â from behind you made it clear that youâd achieved the exact result you were hoping for.
Turning back to face him, your body was struck with a staggering wave of arousal when you laid eyes on his expression.
Desire. Unadulterated, overwhelming desire.
It was in the hunger in his eyes, the determination in his gaze. It was in the way his chest was heaving with anticipation, the way he licked his lips as he took you in. It was in the way his hands immediately fell to tug his uncomfortably tight pants all the way down. And, God, most dizzying of all, it was more than evident in the large bulge that now openly strained through the front of Jakeâs black boxer briefs.Â
You were standing at the edge of the bed as Jake approached you, his gaze intense, heat and arousal radiating from his body, intoxicating every one of your senses. The anticipation was agonizing. You could hardly take it any longer.
âJake, please,â you found yourself begging, the words coming out even more desperate than you had intended. âTake meâŚ. I need it. Please.â
Jake cocked an eyebrow, smirking deviously. His voice was rough and low when he spoke again. âOh, you need it? Is that why my baby was being such a dirty little tease tonight? Because you just need it so bad?â
A soft whine escaped your lips, your whole body trembling in anticipation of pleasure. âI need it so bad, Jakey⌠Iâm soaked for you. PleaseâŚâ
At the sound of your admission, Jakeâs teeth sunk into his lower lip and he let out a soft, low sound that made you shudder with arousal. âYeah? That little pussyâs all soaked for me already?â Jake asked almost patronizingly, and your head spun with need, letting yourself nod desperately and begin to whimper out another pleaâ but Jake cut you off, smirking, as he breathed out, âIâll just have to see for myself.â
And all of a sudden, Jake was kissing you as though his life depended on it.
Your boyfriend was suddenly over you, his firm, strong body pushing you onto the bed underneath him, his hands grabbing and caressing at every inch of your exposed skin as they traveled downwards, getting closer and closer to your aching pussy.
âPlease, pleaseâŚâ you were whining into his kiss, bucking your hips to encourage him to continue on as he forced himself to pull back from your lips, tugging at your lower lip with his teeth as he did so.
âLetâs see just how needy this little cunt isâŚâ Jake began, pulling your thighs open with large hands, your mouth dropping open wide with lust as he moved you around so effortlessly. Spread wide to him, exposed, there was nothing you could do to hide the fact that you were already dripping down your thighs. At the sight of you, Jakeâs mouth dropped open to mirror your own.
âOh, fuck. Goddamn, baby. You werenât kidding⌠this pussy really is crying for meâŚâ Jake began to drag his fingers up your inner thigh, setting you even further alight everywhere he touched. âOh, and sheâs been so patient⌠waiting like such a good girl⌠Let me give her what she needs.â
All of a sudden, expert fingers were slipping right between your legs, gathering your arousal before moving straight to your clit, stroking it at a steady, fast rhythm that made you cry out instantaneously.
Jakeâs fingers were so persistent, so relentless. Your breath caught in your throat, your mouth falling open involuntarily, words attempting to form but fading fast, dying on your lips as his fingertips traced devastatingly quick circles over your already aching clit.
âOhh⌠What's wrong, baby? Nothing left to say now?â Jakeâs voice was low, his tone like velvet, his eyes never once leaving your body writhing underneath him, the way your expression shifted in response to his touch. âA little less mouthy when youâve got my hand between your legsâŚâ
A sound resembling a whine escaped your lips, and Jake chuckled, a sound so low and raspy that sent shivers all the way up and down your spine. âGod, baby, you sound so pretty when youâre falling apartâŚâ With his thumb still tracing and playing with your clit, Jake let one long finger start to tease at your entrance, his lips parting with satisfaction when you let out another breathy moan.
âFuck, please,â you managed, the words coming out shaky, needy; and Jake let out a soft groan at the sound of your obvious desparation, gritting his teeth together for a moment in a way that betrayed the depth of his own desire.
âPlease what, pretty girl? Come on, baby⌠use your filthy little words, let me hear itâŚâ
Your back arched, his calloused thumb rolling across your most sensitive spot again and again, all in conjunction with the way he was encouraging your needinessâ it was sending jolts of electricity straight to your core, your brain growing lightheaded. Thoughts whirling, pleasure building, you were finally able to find your words, though you hardly recognized your own voice through the heavy fog of desire that had fully overtaken your every inch.
âFuck⌠give it to me, Jake⌠need those fingers deep inside me, fucking me hard, just how I like it⌠please, baby⌠I need it so badâŚâ
Jakeâs resulting groan at your words left your eyes damn near rolling back into your headâ and while you managed to hold your composure for a moment, once Jakeâs heavy-lidded eyes darkened, holding your gaze with lust-blown pupils and groaning out, âGod, you beg so sweet, baby,â and sliding not one but two fingers deep into your cuntâ all hope was lost. You were long gone.
He didnât hesitate; maybe heâd lost his patience for teasing. The speed and intensity with which his fingers immediately began to hammer into you, paired with the continuous motion of his thumb strumming your clit, was earth-shattering. Your back arched further off the bed as you cried out a trembling, âOh, fuck, JakeâŚâ which drew a sharp inhale and a husky chuckle from the man hovering over you.
âGoddamn⌠yeah, moan for me, sweet girl, lemme hear itâŚâ Jakeâs voice was raspy, urging you on, every word sending sparks straight to your core as he worked your pussy just right, his agile fingers seemingly hitting every sweet spot at once while curling and stroking deep within you. You were seeing stars. Heâd only just started finger-fucking you, and already, already he was taking you on a fast track straight to the edge of oblivionâ all with just one hand. Your moans had grown desperate, needy, increasing in pitch and volume as you felt yourself beginning to lose control.Â
âOh my god⌠oh my god⌠Jake⌠fuck, right thereâŚâ
His face hovered over yours, his cheeks flushed and eyes dark as he smirked in that way that always left you feeling a little lightheaded. You were struggling to keep your eyes open through the haze of your impending orgasm as Jake said, voice soft and thick with desire, âI know, baby⌠this was what you fucking wanted⌠I know exactly how to fuck this pretty pussy, huh?â At his words, you instantly and involuntarily clenched around his thrusting fingers, and Jake let out a husky laugh that turned into a groan, cursing a soft âShitâŚâ under his breath. Unable to respond out loud, you were nodding in response to his question immediately, your mouth falling open into a silent scream as the heat began to build in your lower stomach. His mouth fell open, mirroring your own expression, with his gaze directly on you. âGoddamn, pretty girl, you gonna cum for me already? Does this sweet pussy need to cum that bad?â His fingers were unyielding, slamming into you again and again, his thumb sweeping over your clit at a speed perfectly in rhythm with his thrusts. You were so close, so closeâŚÂ
All of a sudden, Jakeâs free hand wrapped around the base of your throat, holding it firm. His voice was somehow both commanding and almost needy when he growled out, âThen cum now. Right fucking now. Soak these fucking fingers.â
The overwhelming, head-spinning tidal wave of pleasure crashed over you instantaneously. Shudders wracked your body as you cried out a weak, trembling, âFuck, JakeâŚ!â clenching down around him and soaking his fingers exactly the way he had told you to. Jakeâs soft, amorous groans and breathy curses served as a spine-tingling backdrop to the way he kept his pace straight through your orgasm, prolonging and heightening every feeling, every sensation. You were left whimpering, moaning, entirely losing yourself in the overwhelming bliss, and Jakeâs heavy-lidded, hungry eyes remained on you. Drinking you in. Savoring your pleasure as though it was his own.
After an inestimable amount of time, you finally found yourself beginning to come to your senses as the last few intense shivers coursed through you. Jake released his grip on your neck and slowed the pace of his fingers to a halt as you caught your breath, opening your eyes to gaze at him with dazed astonishment and unbridled desireâ and the look in his eyes alone was enough to already send yet another shock of arousal straight down your spine, even as your heart still pounded in your chest and your hands still trembled with the aftershocks of your first orgasm. It was practically indefinable, the effect that he had on you.
âFuck, baby⌠you did so good for me, sweet girlâŚâ Jake was sighing, pulling his fingers from your cunt and bringing them to his lips. Your mouth dropped open instinctively, watching him through a haze of arousal as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you as he groaned around his own digits, dragging his fingers along his tongue as he pulled them from his mouth, licking his lips. âThis pussy is fucking breathtakingâŚâ the words fell from his lips thick with desire, and another shudder coursed through your body, causing Jake to raise his eyebrows at you and cock his head, chuckling darkly. âOh⌠my pretty girl likes when I talk about her little cunt, doesnât sheâŚ?â
You were nodding without thinking, your head already swimming at the thought of what was still to come. Jakeâs dark eyes were still on you, his gaze intense and his pupils blown wide with lust, as he continued, âThatâs what I thought⌠and it seems to me⌠that this desperate, needy little pussy still isnât satisfiedâŚâ A soft whimper escaped from the back of your throat, and Jake let out another soft, husky laugh. âI know, my sweet girl⌠that felt so good⌠but it wasnât enough, was itâŚ?â You were shaking your head, heat already beginning to build between your thighs once again as you bit down on your lower lip.Â
Jake was smirking, before letting his expression grow serious as he leaned in. âYou need my cock, donât you, pretty girl?â You moaned out loud without even thinking, and the hunger in Jakeâs eyes intensified even further, making your mind reel and your body shiver. âThatâs a really pretty moan, babyâŚâ Jake went on, â...but I need my pretty little slut to use her words if she wants me to fill her upâŚâ Your eyes rolled back a bit, so overcome with arousal that it took a moment for you to rediscover your own capacity for speech.
âGod, fucking please, Jake,â you gasped, your tone shaky and needy, and Jake groaned a bit under his breath, his cheeks flushed and his forehead damp with sweat as he hovered over you. âIâm so fucking desperate. Need you to fuck me. Please. God, please.â Your pussy was practically throbbing with need all over again, and the smirk on Jakeâs face made it clear that he could tellâ his own desire made abundantly clear in far more than just his gaze as he raised himself up onto his knees from where he was hovering over you, bringing your attention directly to the large bulge straining through the front of his black boxer briefs.
Your jaw dropped, dumbstruck, as his own hand slid down his body, from his tanned, firm chest to his soft tummy and further down, before wrapping around his clothed cock and giving it a squeeze, as a soft, low sound somewhere between a hum and a growl escaped from the back of his throat. âOh⌠does my baby need my cock?â Jake asked in a tone that was almost patronizing, sending jolts of arousal directly between your legs as you nodded breathlessly. âYeah? You need me to fuck you hard with this thick cock?â
You were trembling all over again, practically at a loss for words as you nodded up at him, whimpering a final, desperate âPlease.â Jake bit his lip, your eyes locking as he nodded at you in a manner that looked like a promise. His hands found the waistband of his boxer briefs, keeping his gaze directly on you, watching your expression hungrily as he pulled them down with one sharp tug. The sound that escaped your lips was downright obscene as your gaze fell to take him in. No matter how many times you laid eyes on Jakeâs cock, he still left you goddamn speechless. Thick, hard, and slick with precum, the sight alone was enough to render you essentially wordless with sheer need. Your gaze traveled over him. The coins dangling from his necklace hung enticingly over his heaving chest, his hair falling angelically over his shoulders as he gave his cock another squeeze, this time without even a thin barrier of fabric in the wayâ and his eyes fluttered a bit as he took in a sharp inhale, your mind reeling at the way the involuntary response betrayed his obvious desire. And after a moment of heart-stopping, delicious anticipation, the tension burst.
All of a sudden, Jake was over you again, taking your thigh in his left hand, grabbing at it with his large fingers and spreading your legs open even wider, an involuntary moan falling from your lips at the way he was manhandling you. His face hovered above yours as his right hand worked his cock, lining it up in front of your entrance, his mouth falling open to mirror the way your jaw had dropped with overwhelming need. When he spoke, his voice was husky and low. âDonât worry, sweet girl⌠Iâm going to fuck you exactly how you need it.â
You barely had time to process his filthy words before he was rubbing the head of his cock up and down your pussy, not only teasing you but also himself, causing the both of you to let out overlapping moans as you grabbed at him. The need, the ache, the throbbing desire was so intense it was practically painfulâ you could hardly take it anymore. Voice breaking with desperation, you whimpered out, âFuck, Jake⌠fill me up, baby, please⌠stretch me out, I need your cock, baby⌠please⌠pleaseâŚâ
Jake groaned, letting out a raspy, âMy beautiful little slut⌠god, you beg so pretty⌠gonna give it to you⌠gonna give my baby what she needs.â And before you had another moment to beg, Jake was pushing all the way in, his fat cock stretching out every inch of your dripping pussy, causing you to let out a cry of utter ecstasy as your back arched up off the bed. The long, breathy groan that he let out simultaneously had you practically lightheaded, his lips parting with bliss at the feeling of burying himself within you.
He didnât tease, didnât hold back. Perhaps it was because he shared in the desperation you were feeling; the burning desire, the ineffable force pulling the two of you closer together. Jake pulled his hips back, before slamming back into you in one solid thrust, using the entire force of his body weight. The pleasure was so immediate and so overwhelming that you saw stars, unable to hold back a moan that could only be described as pornographic, as Jakeâs grip on your thigh tightened. His free hand found your shoulder, pressing down and pinning you to the mattress as he began to hammer into you at a pace that left your eyes rolling back, getting leverage from the tightness of his grip and the steadiness of his rhythm.
âFucking goddamn, my baby takes it so well⌠every fucking inch Iâve got for youâŚâ Jake was groaning, gritting his teeth as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto yours. You were whimpering at his pace, begging him not to stop, curses falling from your lips again and again. Layered underneath your overlapping voices, the room echoed with the sound of skin against skin, Jakeâs firm pelvis and soft tummy smacking up against you with every thrust of his hips.
âFuck, Jakey, feels so good,â you were gasping, wrapping your legs around him to allow him to hit even deeperâ and when he hit the perfect angle, hammering up against your sweet spot with every thrust at an expertly kept rhythm, you cried out again, even louder this time, clenching involuntarily around Jakeâs cock and making him groan. You hardly recognized your own shaky, desperate voice as you whimpered a broken, âOh, God, just like thatâŚâÂ
âYeah? Just like that?â Jake encouraged darkly, his own building pleasure evident in the heaviness of his breaths, the redness of his cheeks, the way his beautiful hair grew damp with sweat. âMy good girl loves getting fucked like a slutâŚâ his words causing another strangled moan to escape you as he continued, âFuck, youâre squeezing my fucking dick, baby⌠Youâre getting close, arenât you? Is my pretty, dirty girl gonna cum againâŚ?â
You were nodding as hard as you could, barely able to speak through the overwhelming pleasure. Heat was building in your core, fueled not only by Jakeâs hard thrusts but also his penetrating gaze and breathy, raspy moans. âDonât stop,â you found yourself whining, your grip on Jake tightening as you threw your head back, so overcome that you squeezed your eyes shut, struggling to find the words. âSo close, fuck, feels so goodâŚâ
âShit, this fucking pussyâŚâ Jake was moaning, growing more breathless by the moment. You knew the indicative signs; the furrowing of his brows, the shift in his rhythm, the way his raspy tone transformed into something almost desperate. You werenât the only one getting close, and when your gaze met his again, you saw the need and recognition in his eyesâ he knew that you could tell his own proximity to the edge.
âInside me,â you whimpered, answering a question he hadnât yet verbalized, and Jake groaned, nodding hard as you continued, âWant you to fill me up, Jakey, pleaseâŚâ
âGonna make you mine⌠gonna fill this sweet fucking cunt,â Jakeâs voice was practically trembling through its huskiness, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and flushed cheeks as he thrusted into you again and again. âGonna fuck my baby full as sheâs cumminâ on my cockââ
âFuck, please,â you were moaning, practically sobbing, feeling yourself grow closer and closer, the pleasure growing more intense by the momentâ and as if reading your mind, Jakeâs hand slipped between your legs, his expert fingers circling your clit at a truly devastating speed. Within seconds of having both his fingers and cock spoiling your pussy all at once, you lost all control. You were suddenly overtaken by a level of bliss that was damn near incomprehensible, practically screaming Jakeâs name as you gushed onto his cock, clenching uncontrollably around him. At this, Jakeâs eyes rolled back and he groaned out the most beautiful string of expletives as he gave you exactly what you wanted, filling your cunt with his cum and maintaining his pace to ensure that your mutual orgasms lasted as long as possible.
You clung to Jake as you rode out your high, struck by wave after wave of full-body pleasure that was only amplified by the symphony of moans and breathy curses falling from Jakeâs lips, the way he was gasping and sighing as the two of you, slowly but surely, began to come down from the peak of bliss. Finally, Jake collapsed onto you, sighing with satisfaction and burying his face in your neck. After only a moment, he was peppering soft, chaste kisses across your skin, in every spot he could reach. Giggling, you reached up to run your fingers through his hair, which had grown damp in his exertion. It must have been at least a minute or two before you were able to find your words, and even then, all you were able to manage at first was, âHoly shit, Jake.â
Jake let out a giggle of his own against your neck, and your heart swelled as he lifted his head to look at you. Those warm brown eyes, melting you all over again, held your gaze with so much affection as he grinned, shaking his head incredulously. âWow. God, baby⌠youâre unbelievable.â
âGuess I should tease you more often, then,â you giggled, reaching up to catch Jakeâs chin between your fingers as he smiled playfully at you.Â
âWell, after that, Iâm definitely not saying noâŚâ Jake teased back, making you grin cheekily in response.That was when he leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you and kissing you tenderly, softly. Lovingly.Â
You were overcome by how much you cared about him. How safe he made you feel. Throughout the kiss, you couldnât help but focus on the feeling of Jakeâs heartbeat, pressed up against yours. Beating in time.
When he finally pulled back, it took a moment for you to be able to come back to yourself, to open your eyes again. Jake was gazing at you with such reverence, such awe.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he said softly, reaching out to trace a finger along your cheekbone, making you giggle shyly, heat rising in your cheeks all over again.
âOh, JakeâŚâ you sighed breathlessly, placing your hand over his where it rested cupping your cheek. âI love you. So much more than I could ever put into words.â
His smile was radiant. âI love you, baby⌠and I find new reasons to fall for you every day.â He leaned in to kiss you once more, and this one was even slower, sleepier. It was a kiss that felt like home.
After a long while of losing yourself in Jakeâs lips, you felt yourself starting to grow drowsy, sleepiness beginning to beckon to you. Jakeâs touches were soft, gentle. You couldnât help it; he was just such a calming presence.
âI want to stay just like this,â you murmured, yawning a bit after your words before adding, âSomeone made sure I was all tired outâŚâ making Jake giggle affectionately as he pressed more gentle kisses to your cheeks.
Jakeâs voice was soft when he replied, smiling between his tender kisses, âI think that can be arranged, baby.â
Feeling so held, so warm in his embrace, you closed your eyes, cuddling into Jake, breathing him in. Between soft kisses and whispered nothings, it wasnât long before the two of you fell asleep, fully intertwined. Ready for whatever adventure tomorrow had in store.
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could you write todd helping reader in english? like helping her with poetry or just regular homework. also, they are already dating â¤ď¸ im a sucker for established relationships im sorry lol
Study Buddies
Pairing: Todd Anderson x FemReader
Warnings: established relationship, fluff, some language, just sweetness
Summary: Being a student at Welton is difficult and even more so when you already struggle with most of your classes. Thank God you have a sweet boyfriend who is always so willing to help.
word count: 700
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The groan you let out immediately causes Todd to lift his head and scan the library for any onlookers. Deer in headlights like always just at the thought of someone paying a semblance of attention to him. You shake your head as you watch him, dropping the pencil in your hand as you completely give up on the assignment in front of you. When Todd realizes the coast is clear he finally turns his attention towards you.
âWhatâs wrong now?â he curiously asks and you wonder how he ever got comfortable around you if he panicked like that over just a couple of curious looks.
âThis homework is impossible. I give upâ you tell him, eyes glancing at the chemistry you no longer cared about. Even if you could figure out what all of it meant, the amount you had been given was absurd.
âYou donât give up, you just need a second to collect your thoughtsâ he says, voice his normal quiet and hushed tone and you watch as his hand reaches and slides the book back towards you. âGive it another goâ
âIâd rather dieâ but the pointed look he gives you convinces you to pick back up the pencil and stare at the images on the page.
âI donât get itâ you pout, half annoyed and half on the verge of tears. Welton was hard, you knew that, but it still broke your spirits just the same.
âLet me seeâ he says, scooting close enough that his knee bumps against your own. Heâs a fool if he thinks thereâs any chance youâll pay attention to your homework now. Not when your extremely adorable boyfriend is now this close to you.
âOh well thatâs easy, here lookâ but when Toddâs eyes look up to meet your own he can see youâre no longer interested in whatever heâs trying to show you. The look makes his ears tint pink and you canât help but smile.
âTodd, I donât want to do my homework anymoreâ you coo, leaning your face close to him. His head swings again, searching to see if anyone was peaking in on this private interaction. He freezes when your hand reaches up and stops him.
âW-we have to studyâ he tells you but you let out a soft âshhâ. Stopping his stuttering and brushing your nose against his own. His face is fire truck red in an instant.
âIâd rather kiss youâ you say, hot breath fanning across his lips and you can feel his mouth opening and closing, struggling to find words in this very moment. You love how shy he can still get around you.
âYou gonna stop me?â you whisper and he shakes his head in your hand, yearning for it just as much as you. With your grip still on his chin you tip his mouth up and towards your own, sealing it against you.
The soft sigh he lets out causes you to grin against his lips before closing them around his again. You kiss him briefly but enough to make him dizzy. When you pull away his eyes are closed, mind reeling and now suddenly desperate to get far away from here. You chuckle to yourself lightly, watching as he processes the moment between you.
âCan you help me with number 6?â you ask and his eyes snap open, trying to recover from the whiplash youâve just given him. Heâs a mumbling mess, head snapping between you and the text book and you offer him as innocent a grin you can muster.
âEverything okay?â you curiously ask and he smiles, laughing lightly to himself and mentally cursing himself for always falling into your traps. It made sense you were the only girl who was able to lock him down.
âEverythingâs just fineâ he says, sliding back close and leaning to look at the question. You watch him intently, waiting as he processes the words.
âOkay, listen closeâ he starts and you grin, eyes casting over the page as youâre now prepared for him to explain. He was right you definitely needed a second to collect your thoughts.
Best mini break ever.
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I DON'T NEED MISTLETOE TO KISS YOU â F. READER x SUKUNA RYOMEN, who doesnât exactly agree with your human traditions
It is the first Christmas party Sukuna ever went to and itâs really safe to say that most of the traditions are surreal, borderline absurd to him. Especially the one with the hanging weedâŚ? A mistletoe? You couldnât be serious when telling him that if he wants to kiss you, he needs to find himself underneath it with you.
cw: fluffy, suggestive?, lot's of kissing (duh), Sukuna has his own body and he's a grumpy old man â 2,5k words
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There is a certain amount of respect Sukuna has grown to expect from people around him ever since heâs got a body of a human. Even though now somewhat mortal, heâs still a king of curses and that alone is enough of a reason to assume that he deserves some honors. You, of course, as his partner, are allowed to respect him a little less, but as Ryomen was sitting on the couch in the apartment you share, wearing the absolute atrocity that you called a Christmas sweater and listening to your rambling about a weird weed he wondered if it could still classify as âa little lessâ.
And it was a fact that you looked quite pretty in the little sweater-skirt combo you wore, the high socks made your thighs look absolutely delicious and the white, fluffy edges from the Santa hat you had on your head made you look almost too cute for your own good, but he wouldnât be mad if you just shut up.
âRyomen, are you even listening?â You whined, pointing a finger of accusation in his direction and, again, looking too adorable for your own safety with the pout your lower lip formed. It took the greatest art of control to not kiss it off your face immediately.
âNo, honestly, not really,â he replied and it should touch him, the way you groaned upset, but at the same time he couldnât help but find you oh-so-sweet at the moment. So sweet, in fact, that heâd gladly eat you.
âI was trying to get you into the Christmas spirit and you are ignoring me,â and you were pouting even more. Great. âItâs our first holidays together and itâs your first Christmas party in this era, you could pay me a little more attention.â
âNo, Iâm paying you all of my attention,â he retorted quickly, his eyes slowly scanning your figure from the tip of your head, down to your feet and back up. âI just tend to lose my interest when I hear something foolish.â
If you wouldnât know the ex-curse well enough, youâd probably feel insulted, but thanks to the many months youâve already spent with him, you know itâs just his way of expressing his thoughts. It made you sigh deeply.
âYou are a human now, you know? You could indulge a little into our foolish traditions.â
âI am wearing this atrocity, am I not?â Sukuna scoffed, getting up and catching you quicker than you managed to run away from him. His strong, long arms wrapped around you, enclosing you in the warm embrace of his chest. âI admit, the human traditions were always below me. Even in my era, I never truly participated in whatever people were doing, but what youâre now telling me sounds straight up absurd to me. I mean, this⌠whatever the fuck that is. Weed thing with kissing?â
âItâs a mistletoe!â
âItâs preposterous,â he snapped quite softly, one of his hands sliding down your back and onto your ass. âI donât need a mistletoe to kiss you and you have my word that I will snap the neck of anyone who dares to use this tradition to touch you.â
âYou will not snap anyoneâs neck, Sukuna Ryomen,â you warned, poking his chest with one of your prettily manicured fingers, the one on which you wear a ring he gifted you not too long ago â golden band with dark red diamonds embedded into the metal, the stones being a perfect representation of a color of his eyes. It was a warning, but he couldnât help but smirk. âAnd during the party you will look for the mistletoe, otherwise youâre not allowed to kiss me.â
âYou cannot be serious.â
âI am.â
And you were, to Sukunaâs greatest dismay, in fact avoiding his kisses as the evening went by. The party at Gojoâs apartment was annoying, but not nearly as much as the fact that you were just so damn stubborn. But you looked so pretty, all smiley and so open, he was willing to push through it all just to see your face twisted in so much happiness. It is, after all, only for you that he even agreed to come and surround himself with the celebrative aura that he had no will to understand. It was enough for him that you enjoyed it.
The apartment had been festively decorated for the holidays. Filled with the warm glow of Christmas lights that were scattered throughout the space, hanging from the walls and even wrapping around the legs of some of the furniture, along with the rows of ribbons and tinsel. A Christmas tree stood tall in the corner, decorated with sparkling ornaments and colorful lights, a large star on top of it. The party was already in full swing and the laughter and cheers of the guests warmed up the air, together with yummy smells of homemade treats, hot chocolate and mulled wine, the merriment adding to the festive magic. Everybody was chatting with one another, enjoying themselves and sharing stories, catching up on the holiday season, cherishing the time.
The music was playing softly in the background, the holiday hits spreading its warm melodies throughout the entire apartment, but in the midst of all the holiday cheer Sukunaâs attention was drawn to you. He watched you laughing and chatting with other guests, with people that usually he would hate but for you he forced himself to tolerate. He observed you mesmerized by your beauty, the way you moved, and though he had seen you countless times before, yet somehow it still never ceased to take his breath away. His eyes drank every detail of you, from the way your eyes sparkled just as brightly as the twinkle lights on the Christmas tree to your bright smile, the soft and subtle curve your lips had on all the time during the evening. He admired the way the few stray strands of hair had fallen from your hairdo and he could have sworn they were just for him to push back behind your ear. The cozy sweater you wore that though he deemed as atrocious, he couldnât deny its vibrant colors made your skin tone pop. You were a sight to behold, an angel he knew he never deserved and yet, you were his. And yet, some of these beautiful smiles you aimed at him, and your hands searched for his, not caring at all about how much red and sorrow his skin had soaked during his lifetime.
âYouâre not enjoying this, arenât you?â Your soft, sweet voice poured into Sukunaâs mind, pulling him out the trail of thoughts and admiration.
âI couldnât possibly care less about the Christmas spirit,â he replied, wrapping his arm around your waist as you sat down next to him on one of the sofas. Out of habit he leaned in to have a taste of your lips when you put a finger on top of his own. âWhat the fuââ
âMistletoe, remember?â You grinned, a playful tease apparent in your voice.
âI already told you that I donât need a mistletoe to kiss you, did I not?â
âYou did but I also told you that you will need one during the Christmas party, didnât I?â Your retort was both funny to him and annoying and if it wasnât for you, he would have already snapped. There was a thin layer of patience Sukuna had and you were poking through this layer constantly, pushing his buttons and pulling on his nerves. He was ready to say something less than polite, when you spoke again, âplease, âkuna, just for this night,â and the pout that your lips formed made it just that much harder for him to not kiss it away.
Ryomen found it comedic, really. He was considered the strongest of them all, the King of Curses feared for hundreds of years and yet when he was with you, he felt like he could melt into your arms and soften. As he stood in the face of danger, he never felt fear. Whether he was battling nations, facing enemies who had never seen defeat or fighting back a raging fire, his strength and determination never faltered. He was used to people looking up to him, he was used to giving orders and degrade the pawns and yet with you he let his guard down. In your presence, he felt comfortable and at peace with things he would never consider himself doing. The sweater you made him wear, he wouldnât ever even think of putting on because someone asked. The party he was now sitting through, he would never attend if it wasnât for you. And most importantly, there was no way throughout heaven and hell that someone would tell him what he can and cannot do, except from you. You were his weakness and his strength and he knew he would do anything for you, gladly following you to the ends of earth. The very thought of hurting you sent a chill down his spine, you had the power to make him forget everything else in the world and when everyone else would cause his blood to boil, you had the ability to unleash a huddle of butterflies into his stomach. It took him a thousand years to feel something like this. Your love was the only thing that truly scared him, the force that rendered the king completely powerless. But he wouldnât have it any other way and though it made him conflicted, he was willing to follow the silly tradition just to see you smile. But on his own conditions.
âFine.â He grumbled, a smirk already forming on his lips and just by the look of him you knew thereâs an idea blooming in his head and for a moment you wondered if you should be worried or not. He wasnât going to do anything inappropriate in here, right?
âLove you,â you whispered to him to award his willingness to bend his own rules and even gave him the softest of pecks onto his temple before you got back to chatting with your friends. Sukuna was, letâs say, okay with coming to the party but it didnât mean he was going to carelessly chat with sorcerers. He already spent some unwanted time with the brat Yuji, wondering why on earth was that kid so happy. Needless to say, Sukuna was vibing much more with Megumi.
As the time was passing and your boyfriend was looking uncharacteristically relaxed in the festively twinkling surrounding, you managed to feel more at ease as well. You felt the slight burden at first, that you forced him to take part in something he had no wish to participate, something as odd and unknown to his nature as friendly people gathering but turned out he was able to push through the party and not kill or threaten anyone too much. He was sitting so calmly that you managed to forget about the mistletoe.
Thatâs why it took you by the biggest surprise when the strong, familiar arms wrapped around your middle as you got to the balcony to breathe some air and cool yourself, the hot chocolate in your system making a great job at raising your body temperature.
âGot you,â Sukunaâs low tone sounding right next to your ear made you smile and you turned in his embrace to face him. He pulled you close, pressing his large body against yours. âAnd I also got this,â he chuckled, showing you the little branch of mistletoe that he most likely salvaged from the much bigger bouquets inside Gojoâs apartment. He gave you no time to respond when he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. The impact of his passion pushed you back and as your butt touched the railings, instinctively you grabbed onto him more, melting into safety of his form. If your mind wouldnât be so consumed by the feeling of Ryomenâs lips on yours, youâd probably curse the seventeenth floor Satoru got his apartment on.
There was a hunger to the kiss, it was intense and the passion was electric. It felt like time stood still and all you could do was to lose yourselves in one another.You felt as if you were about to melt into your loverâs body, his warmth pulling you in like a magnet, closer and closer. You leaned into the warmth of his love that sheltered you from the chill air. His embrace made you feel the cold night slip away, when he kissed you, you felt like you and him were the only two people in the world. One kiss led to another and another kiss led to the tongues dancing to the melody of longing and desire. It was magical, it tasted sweet, it was addicting.
You were breathless when Sukuna pulled away, just enough to look at you. The cold winter wind blew through your hair and the knit of your sweater making you shiver as you stood on the balcony overlooking the world below and yet your cheeks were hot and flushed. He was looking at you for a moment, saying nothing but the silence was comfortable. He was examining your features, just softly washed over with the lights coming from inside the apartment. He watched the snowflakes stick to your hair and reddened cheeks and allowed his fingers to brush it away. Then he was kissing you again, pressing himself to you even harder, the kiss sizzling in the cold of the night.
As your lips met, your heartbeat began racing again. Every touch felt like a jolt of electricity, the rush of adrenaline filled both of you with ecstasy and lust that made you forget about the frigid winter air nipping at your nose. Your tongues danced and your breaths grew heavy. Sukunaâs hands were roaming around your body, exploring your curves and sneaking underneath your sweater, but the chill air that he invited there was no match for the heat his hands were leaving on your skin. It was as if he wanted to devour you right here and you couldnât help but to touch him as well.
ââkunaââ you whimpered against his lips, feeling his calloused fingers gripping your thigh. âWait âtill we get home.â
âWhy would I? I got the weed,â he mumbled, a smirk apparent on his mouth as he let his other hand squeeze your butt.
âYes, to kiss me, not to fuck me,â you chuckled, cuddling to his chest, seeking the heated safety his form provided.
âIf youâre gonna tell me I need another herb toââ
âYou donât,â you cut him, giggling softly. âBut the balcony at Gojoâs apartment, during the Christmas party is not the right time for that. Besides, Iâm freezing, so letâs get back inside.â
Sukuna rolled his eyes and you couldnât help but feel all giddy. Of course he was going to find a way to get what he wanted, and of course he was going to do it in the most scandalous way possible.
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⯠battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader - 1/?
summary: An unexpected visitor comes to your work to check out the history of his company, which leads you both to a tense search for the much needed files⌠Which is pretty tiring for you.
warnings: none - just swearing
info: english isn't my first language, i apologize in advance for all the mistakes (if there are any!)
a/n: working on part 2 now hihihi
The time went slowly when you were stuck in the office. The uncountable amount of times you've checked the clock is absurd.Â
Papers are all over the table, every single document staring at you back. The highly reflective colored highlighters sitting at the side of your desk. Nearly at their lowest as they've been used so many times in the past few hours. The documents are full of names, places, words, numbers and other symbols. Some names are unknown to you, some familiar.Â
A sigh escapes your lips, turning to the side to look at the clock on the other side of the room.
It was finally reaching the time you were mostly looking forward to.Â
5:58, the clock read.Â
"Thank god," you whispered out to yourself. Slowly gathering all the papers from your table and closing the work laptop in front of you. All the papers are quickly gathered on top of each other and put into a dark purple-colored folder. The color is slowly ripped around the edges of the folder as it has been in use for a very long time. A white â now dark pastel brown like color sticker is in the middle of it. The sticker is pulled at the edges,
but still stays on. Your name written on top of it, written with a dark blue pen. You don't have the heart to switch the folder with a new one. It holds too many memories.Â
In a quick time, all of the things you've had on your table are safely packed and put inside your bag. All the documents are starting to overflow your folder, which ends up taking the whole space in your bag. You know well that your shoulder is going to be hurting pretty badly when you come back home with the bag draped over it.Â
Your boss had barged inside your office just a few days ago with multiple folders on top of each other in his hands. When he dropped them all onto your table, it felt like the table itself would drop as well and break down just there.Â
He started talking about how he needs the documents to be checked, corrected, and put out into mails, then returned... And more instructions were flying onto you from his mouth. Which you've totally ignored, but gave him a nod as you pretended to listen to his instructions. The amount of documents there could be counted into hundreds and hundreds.
Now, thankfully, you were about to just go home and enjoy your night by yourself!
Or so you have thought.
As you were about to move your chair back to the table and make your way out of your office, a knock sounded on your door. Which sounded completely different from the knock your boss' usually gives you on your office door.
With a deep sigh, you made your way towards the door and pushed it open. The person who was standing behind the door was someone that nobody in the entire building would expect.
Bruce fucking Wayne.
"Daniel's not here," you quickly muttered out the first thing that came to your mind. Mentally slapping yourself for such an answer. Of course, your boss wouldn't be there... In your office.
"I'm not here for Mr. Meyer... The receptionist told me that you are the only one in the building with the keys to the archive. Is that so?" He asked lowly and looked back to the hallway that he most likely came from.Â
"Oh! Yeah... I am the only one with the keys," you chirped, backing away from the door and walking back into your office, "I was just about to go home, but thankfully, you caught me just at the right time!" You laughed your sentence off awkwardly. He remained silent and with no other expression. His stoic' expression remained unchanged.
You opened the drawers of the cabinet, which was near the table and fumbled with the drawer, which keep the keys safe. Finally opening it and pulling out the set of keys that could open the multiple doors of the archive. The keys rattled with a sound as you picked them up from the drawer.Â
Then in just a moment, you closed the drawers, stood back straight, and looked over to Mr. Wayne, who was still standing outside of the office. Now fidgeting with his fingers, with his head hung low. He stood here, waiting, with no intention to move inside the office to retrieve the keys himself from you.
He was wearing a dark set of brown pants, which weren't skinny nor baggy. A white pastel-like blouse underneath a matching dark brown jacket with its front opened. The little cufflinks with 'W' could be seen on the cuffs of the blouse. His shoes were peeking out from the bottom of the pants. His dark hair was falling into his face and his pale white skin was showing off.
You shuffled back outside and closed the door of your office. Your belongings still inside as you'll have to take the keys back and lock them up back into the drawer after you come back from the archives. Â
"Okay... We can go now, this way! Down the stairs and then to the archive doors," you told him as he looked up to meet your eyes. His expression still hasn't changed since he knocked on your door.Â
Both of you made your way towards the staircase with no words uttered between each of you. The steps echoed around as both of you walked down. The sound of your heels hitting the stairs echoed down the staircase.Â
"If I may ask, Mr. Wayne... Why do you need to go to the archives? Is there something wrong with the documents we've sent back to the Enterprises? We canâ" You were quickly cut off by his husky voice.
"No. There's no problem with the documents we've received," his voice cut your rambling quickly, "I've found something else... In the older documents. What my father might still have stored down there, in your archives... I need to check them out for certain reasons," he informed you as you reached the end of the stairs and started walking through the long, hardly lit, hallway.Â
The walk to the archives felt endless.
The sound of your heels hitting the tiled floor started to echo around the hallway once again. His walk was steady and his steps were long. The awkward silence felt like it grew with each step you both took. You had to walk even quicker than before, to catch up next to him.Â
"Here it is," you told him as both of you stopped in front of locked doors with a black bold writing on it 'ARCHIVES' and a smaller text underneath which said; 'RESTRICTED AREA; NO ADMITTANCE - AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY'Â
The keys jiggled as you looked through them to find the right one for the first door. The key had a little red cover on it with a little black bold number one, '1' written on it. Meaning that it's for the first door of the archives.
You unlocked the first door and turned to Mr. Wayne to let him in first. With a nod, he entered the room and walked deeper into the room.Â
"Your father's documents are stored in the more 'locked up' side of the archives, the much more important side," you told him as you closed the door behind you. The room is filled with drawers, shelves and boxes full of important documents, the scent of old paper making its way to your nose.
You quickly make your way towards him, where he's standing by door with '2' written on it and some smaller text underneath it, which you don't care to read as you've been there multiple times before.
You unlock the door and let him in first again. Closing the door after the two of you. You look over as you see him stalk over to the next door at the end of the current archive room.Â
God, this man has no patience.
"What's up with your father's documents, though? They've been checked, even multiple times and on different occasions... And your father, he used toâ" You started rambling to him as you approached him but you were, once again, quickly cut off by him.
"I know. But I have to check something on them. For personal reasons and also to check up on our history, the Wayne Enterprises' history, with others... I know what I'm doing," he snaps back at you sternly, now looking straight at you, into your eyes. His brows furrowed.Â
The tone that he spoke to you in, was no close to respectful, nor close to being polite. A scoff wanted to make its way out of your mouth, but you rather kept it shut. Your lips press into a thin line as you watch him look back at the door he waits for.
You unlocked the third door and let him in first again. He stops and looks over at you for a split of a moment and then he's turning his body away from you and heading inside, leaving you standing by the door alone.Â
With another sigh, you make your way inside, closing the door after you.Â
You made your way towards him, where he was standing. He was standing by the drawers with a big red 'W' written on the label, peeking from the side of the drawers. All of the drawers marked with red 'W' contained all the documents from the Wayne's.Â
"You can... Um, check the documents you need. Just put them back into their place, where they were placed before," you told him as you watched him open the first set of archive drawers to check through them.
A few minutes went by, he put out about five files out onto a table next to him. He went through every single document and file, flipping through every page he came across.Â
"Who's this?" He suddenly asked. His finger stopped at a certain part of the document he was reading at the moment.Â
You stood up from the very much uncomfortable chair that you were sitting on. You made your way towards him and looked over to the documents that he was holding.
He lowered the documents to your height and his finger hovered above a certain name.
Scott Starkey.
His name was crossed out with a black marker. In every sentence, his name was mentioned.
You looked up to meet his eyes and then back down at the name, "He used to be close with your father. He worked hard to reach a position as your father had... Or at least one close to him. He was so ambitious and hungry for success as he, your father, had," you started telling him. Bruce's eyes stayed on you.
"His ambition to get to that position literally consumed him and morphed it all into one huge obsession. He fought against his own limitations. He didn't know when to stop... His friendship with your father started to tear, he couldn't understand why your father had achieved so much so effortlessly. His admiration turned into resentment, anger, and total hatred against him," you told him as you looked up to meet his furrowed expression. His stance was now noticeably different, he was standing straight as he listened to you.
"He dug so deep into your father's personal life. Scott started to spread your father's secrets and things about his personal life, your father's reputation wasn't going to end well for him, or anyone in the Wayne Enterprises if he would have continued," you sighed as you stopped for a moment.
"What happened to him?" Bruce suddenly rasped out into the silence with his question. He looked into your eyes and then down at the documents, which he was holding in his hands. A deep frown on his face after hearing thr backstory from you.
"I don't really know..." you mumbled out to him. Your mind going blank now. They never told anyone what had actually happened to him, he just left everything behind and never came back.
He completely disappeared.
Bruce hummed and closed the file quickly. The dust flew into the air. Floating around the two of you. The files haven't been opened for a long time now.Â
A cough made its way out of you from the dust. You waved your hand around to get the dust away from your face.
Meanwhile, Bruce turned his body away and opened the next drawer, and took out the first file of documents, reading and listing through them. His brows were furrowed in concentration, eyes running over all the words, numbers, and symbols written on the paperwork.
You went back to sit in the chair you sat in moments prior. You didn't take your phone down there, so you've got no idea what the time currently is. But you know one thing and that is that you should have been home for at least an hour now. Not at work, sitting in the archives, on the most uncomfortable chair ever, and with the Bruce fucking Wayne.
You try to sit comfortably on it as you watch him go through another opened file, which is more of a yellowish color. Must be an older one than the other ones.Â
As you watch him closely, you can feel your eyelids getting heavier. Your head slowly falls forward, hanging lowly. Your eyelids flutter shut and you can feel yourself drifting away into the darkness.
The sound of traffic and the rhythmic hum of a car wakes you up.Â
You slowly come to your senses and open your eyes to see the road of Gotham City, full of traffic, in front of you. The rain is falling against the car.
The car. You're in a car.Â
Your head quickly shoots up to look at your surroundings. You blink a few times as the very unknown and unfamiliar surroundings come into focus.Â
You're seated in an unknown car in the passenger seat, with a seatbelt on. The interior of the car is black and looks way more luxurious than your car does.Â
You look to the side and you finally see the driver of the car.Â
Bruce Wayne is sitting at the driver's side, holding the steering wheel. His side profile is up to your eyes as you watch him from your seat.Â
His eyes suddenly flicker to yours and you can see a slight hint of a smirk coming up on his face. And then it's quickly gone.
"You're awake," he says, his eyes returning to the road ahead.Â
"Where... Where am I? I was at the archives. Where are my things?" you groggily ask as you push yourself away from the window that you were leaning against the moments before.
"Wait! The keys! I didn't put them back, didn't lock the doors! Oh my god, Daniel's gonna kill me!" The realization suddenly comes onto you and dawns slowly. You recall your last moments when you were at the archives; sitting in the chair, slowly falling asleep while he checked through the files.Â
Bruce sighed softly at your rambling, "I locked all three doors. As well put the keys into their place and locked your office," you looked over to him once again as he talked, "your things are in the backseat, don't worry."
You slowly looked over to the backseat and saw your coat and your bag on the seat, with the dark purple folder peeking out. You smiled to yourself.Â
Then the silence filled the car they were in for a brief moment.
"Thank you... For taking care of the things and taking me with you," you said to him after a few brief moments.Â
You see him give you a small nod, his gaze never moving from the road and traffic ahead. His hands turn the wheel to the side as the car moves to the left. You recognize the street you're driving through.
"Waitâ How'd you know where I live?" You ask him as you watch the buildings and cars go by through the window.Â
"A friend of yours told me⌠Angus?" He answered, his eyes flickering to yours for a moment. His expression is much softer than back in the archives.
"Oh! Angus, yeah..." you sigh as you lean back into the seat, the tiredness creeping back onto you.Â
You watch the buildings go by and then another turn comes. Then you see your apartment building just a few buildings away from where you're right now.
"This is me," you point out to the building you're nearly at. The building looks like any other ordinary building in Gotham.
Bruce nods as he slows the car down and parks near the curb, in front of your building entrance.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door of the car. Your feet meets the pavement and you stand up. Your body aching from the sleep.
You softly close the front door behind you and make your way toward the back door to get your things out.Â
You're met with Bruce standing by the other side of the car, with your long coat and bag in his arms. He walks around the back of the car and hands you the items.
"Thank you," you utter to him softly, taking the items from his grasp, "for everything you've done for me today. Means a lot," you smile up at him.
You're so sure that you saw the corners of his mouth turn a bit upwards. A smile wanting to creep up onto his face.Â
"No problem," he says after a long pause. He nods his head and leans against the back of his car, his arms folded over his chest, and closely watches you stand.Â
His tone was steady but his eyes and posture said differently. His eyes held a hint of something even more. A very subtle, small smile coming up onto his face couldn't even be seen.Â
An awkward silence took over your small conversation.Â
You shuffled from side to side on your feet, looking down to the ground before meeting his eyes once again.
"So... Well, I should probably... I should probably head in," you say with a small smile to him, clutching your bag and coat to your chest.
"Oh, yeah... Of course!" He quickly replied with a shake of his head. As he pushed himself off the car.
You gave him another shy smile and turned yourself around to leave, walking up the stairs to the entrance of the apartment building. As you reached for the door, you looked back and lifted a hesitant hand to give an awkward wave to him.
Turning back and opening the door to the building. Your steps finally met the surface of the tiled floor of your apartment building's first floor.
You take a quick glance over your shoulder and catch your eyes with him once again.Â
Then he lifts his hand as well, and a very hesitant wave comes back to you. A smile plastered on his face. His smile grows as he watches you disappear into the apartment building. A warm feeling spreading through his chest.Â
With a final glance at the building, he walks around and gets back into his car. The childish smile not leaving his face at all.Â
The whole ride back is quiet. But he can hear his heart beat so loudly inside of his chest. As he drives, he can only think of one certain thing. His mind is stuck.Â
He only thinks of you.
PART TWO
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Chapter 10: even my daddy just loves him
series masterlist previous part || next part
pairing:Â colin bridgerton x enemy!fem!reader WC:Â 3.5k words
Warnings:Â period-typical gender roles, small part of the dialogue in French, period- and class-typical views about the economy, idiots in love being idiots in love, heavy on the idiots, heavy on the in love
Summary:Â It took precisely two days in England for you to utterly despise Colin Bridgerton. It took him approximately twelve hours after that to hate you right back. But he doesn't care that you're the only person in the ton who doesn't like him. You're set to marry someone else anyway, right?
A/N: the first TTPD chapter title :,) also no interaction between reader and colin in this one IM SORRY it'll come soon i promise
June 23, 1816 â In the wake of yesterday's lackluster ball, one can't help but lament the dreary fashion choices on display, particularly the Featheringtons' blinding ensembles in shades of yellow. Sadly, the absence of Lady Y/N Montclair was acutely felt, as her impeccable gowns and Parisian flair were sorely missed. However, tonight at the Ashbury ball proves a wonderful opportunity for her to dazzle us with her sense of style.
âWell, don't you look gorgeous tonight,â gushed Eloise upon seeing you, kissing your cheeks in greeting.Â
Your heart soared, delighted that your best friend had taken to your French customs so easily.Â
âI didnât particularly have a choice after Whistledownâs column today,â you joked, smoothing out your skirts.Â
Of course, it was flattering to have the tonâs most trusted source speak about you in such a positive manner, but at times it did build a fair amount of undue pressure. Though you supposed you preferred feeling pressure to dress well over pressure to marry someone as you had with Lord Barlow.
âEither way, you look stunning. Iâve caught more than a few gentlemen staring at you already. Youâd think they would have been able to pick up their jaws off the floor by now,â Eloise teased, linking arms with you, and leading you toward the far end of the ballroom.Â
You politely covered your laugh with your hand, shaking your head as you assessed who was present at the ball today. More accurately, you were assessing whether Colin Bridgerton was present.Â
It had been two weeks since youâd even seen him, and you were exerting more mental energy than you cared to admit pretending that you were unbothered. You supposed you couldnât blame him. You were the one who had asked him not to speak with you anymore, and heâd listened to you better than you could have hoped.Â
Secretly, youâd been hoping he would still have shown up and tried to talk to you. It was an absurd desire, you knew, but you couldnât help it. Apart from balls like these where all you did was speak with Eloise, you had to admit that arguing with Colin was the most fun youâd had in England, and perhaps everywhere else, too.Â
You hated him, you reminded yourself. And he hated you, too. Worse, actually. He had no respect for you. Or any woman in general. Which only brought you back to the shameful burning at the top of your ears every time you searched for him in a crowd. Â
But you were only human. And there were times when you couldnât help but give in to your self-sabotaging. âIs the rest of your family in attendance tonight?â you asked Eloise, trying to seem casual and uninterested.Â
âAnthony and Kate are,â she responded brightly. âBenedict was able to weasel his way out of this one, Iâm afraid. But itâs all for the better. He was being quite irritating at dinner last night.â
You turned to her, eyebrows raised. âI assumed youâd stay home if Benedict stayed home, too. I thought you hated these things.â
âOh, not at all! Now that you arenât being swarmed by suitors at every moment and I have you somewhat to myself, the balls are far more enjoyable.â
Shaking your head at her fondly, you laughed in disbelief. She was truly the only reason you hadnât gone completely mad these past two weeks.Â
Lady Whistledown, whoever she was, had proven to be quite perceptive. As she had reported, you effectively had laid your parentsâ dreams of marrying you off to an Englishman to rest. Youâd only told Pen and Eloise about your disillusionment, but you supposed it was rather obvious to everyone else given that you barely danced with anyone anymore.Â
You looked through the crowd once again searching for the face you knew would not be there, and you felt your gut twist, but you couldnât quite tell if it was in relief or disappointment.Â
âAnd what about Colin?â you asked, internally cringing at not being able to help yourself. âHas he left the country again?â
Eloise looked at you carefully, noting your barely hidden grimace and shifting eyes. She wouldâve laughed at how obviously painful the question was for you if she didnât completely understand what was happening. Eloise still had no idea why you hated Colin in the first place, but she could tell that it was tearing you up inside anyway.
âNo, heâs still at home, believe it or not. He just doesnât particularly enjoy these kinds of events anymore, I suppose. It must be the ambitious mamas wanting to auction him off to their daughters,â Eloise finally responded, trying to keep her tone light.Â
Although that wasnât the whole truth, Eloise couldnât just come out and tell you that her brother was completely in love with you and that you had broken his heart enough that he had no desire to come to ton events anymore. It would have been unusually cruel for her to do so.
Besides, she could tell you had been feeling the same way. The only difference was that your parents were not as forgiving as Violet Bridgerton, and you had to come to most balls whether you wanted to or not.
âOh, thatâs a shame, I guess,â you said, not particularly knowing how to respond. In a pathetic attempt to make it seem like you truly were unbothered, you added, âItâs rather nice when he isnât here, though, isnât it?â
Eloise stared at you suspiciously. Though she always thought it easier to stay away from your conflict with Colin, the curiosity was killing her. And she could only go so long before she went insane trying to figure it out.
âWhy do the two of you hate each other so much, anyway?â she asked, hoping her disinterested tone would make you more likely to open up. Â
No one seemed to know why you hated Colin. You werenât particularly forthcoming with the information, but Eloise could sense that it wasnât something trivial. Having grown to know you fairly well over your time in England, Eloise was still perplexed by this specific detail.Â
Next to Eloise, you were tactfully avoiding eye contact and staring intently at the floor in front of you. You couldnât tell her. You simply couldnât. It wasnât that you were worried about your reputation. You knew Eloise well enough to know that she wouldnât spread rumors that would sully your image.Â
But if you told her the truth, sheâd be heartbroken. If someone were to tell you that they hated one of your brothers for the same reason you hated Colin, you would crumble. You were incredibly close with them, and knowing that they thought of women that way would crush you. And you couldnât bring yourself to do the same to Eloise.Â
Luckily, some man youâd never spoken to before asked you for a dance right at that moment. He had barely finished speaking before you placed your hand on his elbow and rushed him to the ballroom. Dancing with someone was far easier than having to figure out what you were going to say to Eloise.Â
Eloise stared silently as you were whisked away to dance. She let out a small laugh in disbelief, amazed that her question had been what finally propelled you to start dancing at balls again.Â
But her work tonight was not done. Shaking her head, Eloise looked around the ballroom, looking for your brother. Unsurprisingly, he was by the refreshments.Â
âHello, Louis,â greeted the Bridgerton. âI believe you might have some information that would be of interest to me.â
âI do?â asked Louis, confused.Â
Eloise nodded over to where you were dancing and smiling politely and turned back to your brother with an expectant look.Â
âOh,â said Louis, catching onto what your friend was saying. âI donât, unfortunately.â
âAre you serious?â she responded, exasperated. âShe would rather dance with thatâŚman than tell me why she hates Colin!â
Louis shot her a sympathetic look. âShe wonât tell me either. But sheâs never been this upset over someone, so I wager it must have been something serious.â
âColin doesnât even know! And he only hates her because she hated him first! Itâs terribly unreasonable.âÂ
Having overheard the conversation about you and Colin from a few paces away, Carlos quickly joined Eloise and Louis with a knowing smile. He considered himself to be somewhat of an expert when it came to matters of the heart, having found a true love match after falling completely head over heels for your sister.
âYes, but Colin is completely in love with Y/N,â he said. âSo, I suppose he doesnât hate her that much.â
âWe know,â responded Eloise dejectedly. âThatâs why I need to know why she hates him.â
âExcuse me, we? We know?â scoffed Louis. âI most certainly did not know this. What do you mean Colin loves Y/N? I should think that I would know if someone was in love with my little sister.â
Eloise looked at him, unimpressed. âI fear you only have yourself to blame, then. Colin came to every single event on the social calendar until your sister told him to stop talking to her, and he hasnât come to another one since. Why exactly did you think that was?â
âI donât know! I suppose I thoughtâŚÂ I donât know what I thought! But it doesnât matter. He does not love her, Eloise. I know because Y/N is the exact same with Colin as he is with her.â
This time Carlos looked at Louis in disbelief. âYes, Louis. Precisely,â he spoke slowly, nodding to make sure your brother understood.
Louis furrowed his eyebrows, eyes widening as he came to grips with the realization. âWhat do you mean? Does this mean thatâŚâ
âYes,â confirmed Carlos. âY/N loves him too.â
âWhat? How did I miss this?â
---
Colin was standing in Anthonyâs study, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he glared at his eldest brother.Â
âI wonât go,â he said defiantly.
âYou will, and you will be the perfect gentleman while youâre there.â
âWhy do I even need to be there? Itâs not like I know what Iâm doing when I hunt, anyway,â Colin huffed, uncrossing his arms and fiddling with a quill on Anthonyâs desk.
Watching his brother, Anthony sighed, exasperated. âBecause it would be impossibly rude not to go. And the Bridgertons, especially Colin Bridgerton, if I recall correctly, are never impossibly rude.â
Colin groaned. âItâs one hunt without me! Please-â
âY/N wonât be there if thatâs what youâre worried about. She and Eloise went to the modiste and wonât be back until later.â
âBut what if-â
âShe wonât be there,â assured Anthony firmly. He had an inkling about why the Montclairs had suddenly invited the Bridgerton brothers on a hunting outing, and he was not about to let Colin ruin what were most likely some very well-laid-out plans.
Colin blinked and licked his lips, still considering whether being rude to your family was worth the risk of running into you. Resigned, he sighed and turned away from his brother.
âVery well. But this is the only time Iâm doing it. Iâm not particularly eager to have a run-in with the woman who wishes I didnât even exist.â
Not seeing you for two weeks had proven to be an extraordinarily difficult challenge. But it was better than having to look at your face and know that he would never be in your good graces. You wanted nothing to do with him, and it was more than he could take.Â
Even though Colin had relatively successfully convinced himself that the only reason he was upset at your rejection was because he wanted to maintain his status as the best-liked member of the ton, heâd still barely been able to get out of bed since heâd last seen you. His heart ached too much when he thought of seeing you at any events. Yet it also ached when he thought of not seeing you. So he was confined to his chambers night after night, pacing as he thought of you laughing with someone else while he sat in agony at home.
âOh, donât be so dramatic. She canât hate you that much,â said Anthony, rolling his eyes as he patted his brother on the back, leading him out of his study.
âYouâd be surprised,â muttered Colin lowly.
---
âFrères, il nous faut causer,â announced Louis upon entering the mudroom (Brothers, we need to talk).
Seeing Edward preparing for the afternoonâs upcoming hunt alongside Philippe and Jacques, Louis cleared his throat and tried again.Â
âBrothers, we must have a chat. And Edward too, I suppose.â
Philippe and Jacques looked up at their younger brother in surprise.
âA chat about what, pray tell,â asked Jacques, fiddling with his hunting boots as he placed them on his feet.
âIt has come to my attention that our dearest sister Y/N might be in love with Colin Bridgerton. I thought it best to discuss the matter between us before we go out and hunt with him.â
Philippe shot his youngest brother an amused look. âWell, yes, Louis. Thatâs why weâre having this hunting trip.â
Louisâ face contorted into an expression that was a funny mixture of disbelief and annoyance. He most certainly did not like to be the only one out of his siblings who didnât know something. âHow does everyone know this except for me? Am I truly that clueless?â
Laughing, Jacques clapped his younger brother on the back. âI suppose itâs a certain sensibility that comes once youâre married, Louis. Donât feel too badly about it.â
âA sensibility that comes from your wife telling you that the man is obviously in love with Y/N, is what you mean, Jacques,â Philippe quipped, looking even more amused.Â
âI wouldâve been able to tell!â argued Jacques. âIf Chiara hadnât told me within five minutes, I couldâve figured it out. Probably. In a few days. Who cares! We still have an advantage over Louis because weâre married, and our wives are more attuned to those things than we are.â
âCarlos was the one who told me, actually,â commented Edward. âCharlotte would have been the one to do it, but she thought it was so obvious that it wasnât worth mentioning. I doubt I would have been able to tell on my own, anyway.âÂ
Louis laughed, not feeling so bad about how oblivious he was anymore. âI suppose youâre right. But I still want to be included in the scheming! How is our little hunting trip going to help Colin and Y/N come to their senses?â
Philippe sighed deeply, and Louis got the impression that he had aged about ten years in the making of this plan. âY/N has been spectacularly miserable these past couple of weeks. That is certainly no secret. And as much as it is not in my nature to meddle in her affairs, I donât take any joy in seeing her like this.â
Jacques nodded in agreement. âEspecially after what Nigel Berbrooke said to her, we think it would be nice for her to get a love match. Something that has been made much easier by the fact that she is already in love, even if she doesnât know it.â
Although it had been two weeks since youâd told the rest of your siblings what Mr. Berbooke had said, Louis still felt a surge of anger rise in him when he remembered his words. âHeâs worse than Barlow, that one.â
âI was at Eton with Berbrooke, and I assure you it was torture,â agreed Edward, crinkling his nose as he recalled his younger years alongside Nigel.Â
Sending his brother-in-law a sympathetic look, Louis continued, âThat still doesnât solve the main problem. Even if Y/N does love Colin, she still absolutely hates him. Despises him, actually.â
âActually, the main problem is that Father wants his daughters to marry a title and a fortune. No offense, Edward.â
But Edward, ever agreeable, waved Philippeâs apology away. âNot at all. It was an advantageous match for me, too. Iâm just lucky we grew to love each other. But I do recall your father being quite insistent that she marry nobility.â
âPrecisely,â agreed Jacques. âIâll wager that Y/N will realize she loves Colin quicker than Father will come around to the idea of her marrying for love.â
Louis hummed thoughtfully. âBut what if it goes wrong? What if Father hates Colin, and this hunting trip only makes it more difficult for him and Y/N?â
âNot a chance.â
âAbsolutely not.â
âThat wonât happen.â
Louis just stared at the three men in front of him, looking entirely unconvinced. âHow can all three of you be so sure?â
âBecause itâs Colin Bridgerton!â said Edward. âEverybody likes Colin. Heâs the ton favorite.â
âY/N doesnât like him,â argued Louis, still unsure about how effective the plan would be.Â
âBut she loves him, so thatâs different,â said Philippe, smiling brightly. âDonât worry, Louis. Father will surely like him and itâll be a step in the right direction. Now, are you ready? I believe the Bridgertons should be arriving shortly.â
---
All in all, Colin was having a lovely time this afternoon. As Anthony had assured, you were at the modiste when he arrived at your home, and he was barely there long enough to spend time looking for any trace of you. It was just as well because he feared what would have happened if he did find anything that reminded you of him.
Hunting, and specifically shooting, was not Colinâs greatest strength. As a result, heâd been mostly hanging toward the back of the group, chatting pleasantly with Edward, who didnât seem to be very enthusiastic about hunting either.
That is until your father started talking about his travels. Truly, Colinâs biggest weakness was the opportunity to talk about his time abroad. That and you, he thought longingly.Â
Colin jogged to catch up to your father, Anthony, and Jacques so he could join the conversation.
âYou and Chiara are settled in Tuscany, then?â asked your father.
Jacques laughed. âMore than settled, I think. Hello, Colin! Lovely afternoon out, isnât it?âÂ
âQuite,â Colin agreed. âYou would think it would make me a better shot, but I think this just proves Iâm completely hopeless.â
Lord Montclair laughed, and Jacques felt an internal sense of pride as he saw their plan progressing.Â
âMy sons tell me youâve traveled a lot,â said your father, turning his gaze to the younger Bridgerton. âHave your travels taken you to the Persian Gulf, perchance? I am contemplating investing in pearl diving there.â
âIndeed, I have,â confirmed Colin. âHowever, if you seek pearls, might I suggest Ceylon instead? I visited last year and witnessed firsthand the expanding pearl industry.â
âReally?â said Lord Montclair, immediately immersed in the conversation. âBut wouldnât the Persian Gulf offer the most promising returns?â
âIt certainly would right now, but trust me, Ceylon holds vast untapped potential.â Colin was in his element. This was practically all he did, and he was glad it was proving useful, and interesting, for once. âThe industry there is on the precipice of greatness. In five years' time, mark my words, it shall surpass all others. I've even noted down a particular lagoon in my journals that I think will be particularly successful, based on what the locals have said.â
Impressed, Lord Montclair arched an eyebrow in interest. âYou have my attention, Colin. Shall we meet next week to explore this further? A partnership between us could prove quite lucrative.â
Colinâs eyes widened, momentarily taken aback by your fatherâs offer. âAbsolutely, my Lord. It would be my pleasure.â
âPlease, call me Philippe,â he replied, clapping Colin on the back.Â
Turning to Jacques, your father spoke softly, âJe suppose qu'un titre n'est pas toutâ (I suppose a title isnât everything).Â
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little darling- fox mulder x female reader (SMUT OH MY GODâŚ)
fox mulder knows how badly you want to be touched, to be taken care of, and he is obsessed with being the first and only guy to do it.
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my ao3 | word count: 6,071
content tags: smut, smut so good in my brain it came out poetic?, loss of virginity, virginity kink, dom fox mulder, protective gentle extremely horny fox mulder, embarrassment, sexual fantasy, plus size reader gets sooooo much love, im blushing just posting this aaaaaaa, oh some religious bits bc catholic girls are freaky and also his sex is THAT good, cross-posted on ao3
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fox knew it was wrong, and he didnât care. he knew how he thought about you, how he touched you in his mind, how he wanted to possess you was culpable- but then again, how shameful could it truly be? how bad was it to want to take care of you, to teach you the right way, to want to show you how good love is supposed to feel? well, maybe it wasnât completely pure, because he nearly came untouched just thinking about you sometimes, but he just couldnât help himself. he wanted to. he wanted to be the one you chose to give yourself to. the only one.Â
it was always in the most mundane moments, like this one, that he needed it most, which played into his guilt. soft moments where you were unaware of what you were saying or doing, clueless as to how you were making him feel. now, as you sat watching the sex scene from basic instinct while fox pretended to be filling out a case file at his desk, was one of those moments. you squirmed in your seat with a sweet blush on your cheeks, watching the slight caricature of sharon stone on top of michael douglas, pupils blown wide and trying to hide your interest. fox was doing his best not to move a muscle, but he felt like a vein would pop if he didnât turn around to look at you. his stomach was twisting itself into hot, trembling knots just wondering what the scene was doing to you.Â
youâve been dating him for a few months now, and upon meeting him, you fell in love in a way you still didnât understand. he did, too. he idolizes you, he holds you up above everyone else to his detriment. after the first few dates, you told him that you wanted to take the physical aspects of the relationship slow because you had personal obstacles to overcome; he promised to do so, because when you look at him, his entire world glows, and he refused to jeopardize that heaven you unraveled. but heâs learned a lot about you since then simply through deduction. the few risquĂŠ movies youâve watched with him proved through the surprise on your face that you hadnât seen much video porn, let alone been touched; the books you tried to hide in your purse had absurd covers with the lustful silhouettes of cowboys and prairie girls, corporate bosses and assistants, big looming over small against some dark backdropâ all of it meaning that when you were alone, you fantasized. but the most telling was when fox himself touched you, albeit innocently. it was like youâd never been touched by anything before. when foxâs fingers ghosted over your knuckles as he held your hand, youâd giggle like a schoolgirl, hiding your face in your shoulder. even better, when he brought those same hands to the soft, warm apples of your cheeks, youâd shudder, melting into his touch like youâd lost your volition. it didn't matter how he did it- if his hands were on you in some capacity, your breath hitched in your throat like a fool.Â
you wanted to let him touch you. there wasnât a thing in the world you wanted more than to let him give you all of the things youâd dreamed, all of the things he must be aching to, but it was difficult for you. it seemed no amount of love was enough to break down your wallsâ youâd never let anyone that close. youâd always struggled with your body and your worth, and the little dating experience youâd had wasnât much to boast about. you werenât what people wanted, even if you were deserving. you knew fox was different, and that to him you weren't too big or not pretty enough, but you had just about every anxiety about physical affection. he had no idea you were a virgin on top of it all, which only made the pressure greater. you just couldnât get over the fear. but you yearned to have it, so much so that even the smallest instances set your body aflame. you had the most lewd things running through your head when fox did just about anything. once you watched the man reach for the cereal box on the top shelf in his kitchen, and his sleep shirt rode up to reveal the dark happy trail that disappeared down his pants, and you felt so dizzy you couldâve dropped dead. and whenever he was close, it was unbearable. you replayed the sensation of his strong, lean hands resting protectively over your hip at his friendâs house. you thought about the way his lips felt on your forehead so often you couldâve written a book based solely on the texture. it drove you insane, the way you wanted him, and you drove yourself insane every time you didnât act on it. but what did you know of hands, of mouths, of letting someone see what you shroud in fabric every day? what did you know of making him feel good, too, of being worth the wait for him?
now, as you curled up on his couch, you watched michael douglasâ hand grip sharon stoneâs leg. it was big, but not big like foxâs. you imagined it was your boyfriend on the television, dark and brooding, as you saw how the man dove between the blondeâs legs, starving; her back arched, propelling her hips forward into his face, and she let out a soft moan. in your head, you saw yourself on that bed, and fox as hungry. you squeezed your thighs together and gathered the blanket draped across your legs in your palms, trying not to look as overwhelmed as you felt. but the agent who listened to the heavy breathing on screen saw exactly what was happening to you. he saw the blood rushing to the tips of your ears, tinting them the color of your bitten lips; he saw the way you shifted rhythmically beneath the blanket, almost undetectable, but absolutely undeniable. fox looked up at the ceiling as if to thank the god he didnât believe in for playing basic instinct on cable, and he stood up from the desk, stalking over to sit beside you on the couch. as his body made the cushions dip, you smiled nervously. through a cracking voice, you said, âi didnât know this movie was all⌠yâknow.â
âoh, yeah, itâs pretty heavy,â fox nodded, attempting his best unassuming expression. âstill good, though, huh?â
âi mean, sure,â
âyeah, i think so, too.â
fox sighed just a tad too loudly and let his hand fall on your thigh. nothing but the blanket was between his palm and your skin. you looked to him with a pleading pair of eyes, though you didnât really know what you were pleading for. the moaning from the television got louder, and you felt so warm, and his hand wasnât going anywhere. you had no idea what to do. fox grinned at you and let his head tilt back over the couch as he swallowed thickly. you stared at the curve of his stately neck, how his adamâs apple bobbed, and every inch of your body pined in his wake. fox gazed at you, lounged wide like a lion, and his hand slowly traveled up your thigh to the crease of your hip. he slid his fingers across the soft crevice, and you were still at a statue, stuck between craving the friction and terrified to feel it.Â
âcan i ask you something personal?â foxâs voice was gentle. husky.
â...mhm.â
âhas anyone ever, uh,â you followed his gaze to the tv, where michael douglas was doing things that made your hands sweat. âhave you ever done it like that?â
you prayed that a black hole would open up in the floor and suck you in, so you never had to admit the truth. but his hand was still in that soft spot, and his minty eyes were made of looking glass, and the image of him that fucked your mind was so boggling you were on the edge of giving up.Â
âjust out of curiosity,â he added, lips curling into a cheshire smile.
you ran a hand across your burning cheeks and murmured, âuh, no. no, i haven't.â
âitâs interesting, yâknow, how they can make it look so real,â fox pursed his lips, pushing his hand back down your thigh to rest on your knee.Â
before you could bite your tongue, you confided, âi wouldnât really know.â
foxâs hand paused at the crest of your kneecap, a chill running down his body. he thought of you, his pretty, quiet, gentle girl, and he never once stopped to think why you were so reserved. he always blamed the little silver cross that hung from your neck and some guy from your past, but he neglected other options. but now, his mouth watered.Â
âreally?â
you tugged the blanket up to your face. âis that a bad thing?â
the man turned to face you, pulling your hands away to reveal the flushed face beneath. you were breathing so heavily. a need rattled his bones, one he wished he could stifle. pictures flashed in his brain- you, writhing beneath him, the feeling so new, making pretty faces as he did what the people in movies do. him, defiling you, ruining the girl youâve been, clutching to your cross as your mouth bled with his name. maybe he was a monster, but his cock twitched in his dress pants at the humiliated expression you bore.
âno, baby, of course not!â he chuckled, âno, thatâsâ thatâs a good thing.â
âbut i-â
âeveryone does things at their own pace,âÂ
âbutâŚâ
âbut what, sweetheart? i donât expect anything from you.â fox sweetly lied. he wouldnât force it, but he wanted it. badly.Â
âi just wish that, uh, that i had by now. sometimes. i guess.âÂ
your eyes darted between the television screen and the way his nimble fingers encased both of your wrists. it only took one hand for him to hold you down⌠what a career he could make with his other hand free.Â
âhave you ever tried?âÂ
â...no.â
âdo you want to?â
you let out a nervous hum. something came over you like it always does, and you leaned over to hide in his shoulder; in a way, that was better than letting him see your face. his hand rested at the nape of your neck as he cooed, âawh, baby, itâs okay.â
âitâs not really okay,â you mumbled into his shirt. âitâs embarrassing.â
âi donât think it is. i think itâs cute.â
you felt his hand run down your back, and you pushed yourself a little closer, so you could rest against his neck. fox kept talking since you were at a loss.Â
ânothing embarrassing about that, i promise. truthfully, youâre better off. so many guys out there just wanna take advantage, yâknow?â he reasoned, tracing little things at the small of your back, fingertips like pens. âprobably wouldâve wished you didnât, because youâre so hard on yourself⌠i would hate to know you lost your virginity to some guy who didnât care about you. not the way i do.â
the heat of your breath against his neck was maddening. everything about you was maddening. how you curled into him for protection, for reassurance, how your palms tugged at the wrinkled cotton of his work shirt because you didnât know where to put them. the little nods of agreement you made with every opinion he voiced. he wanted to knock you on your back and fuck you right there, but he couldnât. he couldnât spring it on you. you had to want it, you had to let him. and he knew you wanted to let him because it was all over you.Â
he asked again, âbaby, do you want to?â
he raised his wandering hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, and you felt this urge inside you, an indulgence just begging to be released. acting selfishly, you pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, and beneath your lips, you felt the vibration of a little growl. fox tangled his palm in your hair, and as gently as he could, he pulled your head back so you had no choice but to look at him.Â
âis that a yes?â
your stomach churned. âyes.â
âgood. come on.â
fox rose from the couch and tugged you up with him. he watched the blanket fall from your legs to see that your sleep shorts had ridden up and tucked themselves in the chub of where your thighs and legs met, that sacred spot heâd touched before, and he rolled his eyes in ardor. with your shaky hand in his, the man led you into his bedroom, where he motioned for you to sit at the edge of the bed.Â
âfox, iâŚâ
âwhat, love?â
âi⌠i donât know.â
you watched him walk over to his closet and open the doors, revealing the shuffled-around mess inside. with his back turned to you, you saw his hands disappear to unbutton the dress shirt that crumpled on his shoulders from a dayâs work. as he pulled it over his head, the spotless skin of his sculpted back smiled at you. your hips were warm.Â
âyouâre nervous,â he said, still facing away as he threw the shirt into the basket. âi know you are. but itâs not so scary. plus, youâre with me. iâm nice, arenât i?â âyouâre very nice,â you smiled, âbut youâve done this before. you⌠you know so much more than i do.â
âare you sure?â foxâs laugh rumbled low in his throat, âbecause iâve seen the books you read. bet youâve got all kinds of ideas iâve never even tried before.â
you shifted on the bed, tucking your legs into a crisscross. âw-well, thatâs different!â
âno, itâs not!â the man teased, shaking his head like you were hopeless. he crossed the room, back to you, where he stood like a pillar before the bed. when you didnât meet his gaze, he tucked his finger beneath your chin and made you. âyouâve been thinking about it for so long, havenât you, sweetheart? about me? must be so lonely, just thinking, never doing.âÂ
he passed his thumb over your trembling chin, admiring your starry eyes, how they reflected so much love. you were so pretty, a pretty he couldnât have imagined if heâd seen all the most beautiful women in the world. none of them could hold a candle to his girl. âyouâre so smart, so good at handling things when theyâre hard. but you never let anyone handle you, do you? not even me, baby, and i could be so good at it.â
you couldnât control how you let him sway you. you gave yourself over, basking in the rush. he settled on his knees, so you had to look down, and he pressed his hands to where your love handles dipped, passing the skin over in his hands.Â
âiâve wanted to let you,â you sighed, âiâve⌠thought about it.â
foxâs eyes, eager as a puppyâs, looked up at you as he asked, âwell, when weâre in your head, where do i start?â
you shivered. âyou kiss me first.â
the man decided that you deserved to have your fantasies fulfilled; if in your pretty mind youâd dreamed up a routine, then heâd follow it, and heâd prove to you that nothing was as good as the real deal. he pushed up on his knees and leaned in, thankful for his low-set bed, as he pressed his lips against yours. you disassembled against his touch; he moved with a cadence that had your head spinning, fingers behind your ears, tongue swiping against your bottom lip. youâd kissed him plenty, but never like this. never so messy, so desperate. he tasted warm, and kind, sunshine in a mouth. you let out a soft whimper as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.
âi think youâre a bad girl in that head of yours, angel,â he mumbled into your mouth. âwhat do i do next up there?â
you were too afraid to say it, and you didnât want to pull away from his lips, so instead you reached for the wrist that held his hand to your face. foxâs throat tightened as you guided his hand down to your stomach, a place you didnât let him touch often.Â
âso pretty, baby,â he admired, knowing exactly what it is you needed from him. he paraded his kisses down to your neck, where he got so much sloppier. he licked a stripe over your throat, nipping at the soft skin of your jaw, and he passed the chub of you over in his devastating hands. you keeled forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder, and he littered your ear with little pecks. âso soft. i love your tummy, yâknow. how it looks when you wear those pretty dresses, and how when you wear my shirts i can see the shape. fuckinâ adorable, you have no idea. prettiest girl iâve ever seen.â
âfox,â you whined. he was barely even touching you, but the weight of his words anchored your lungs to the floor.Â
he took a little liberty and leaned down to tug your shirt up, and began brushing his lips over you, spit for paint. you let your hands wander to his hair, and your stomach flipped at the noises he made.Â
ânow what, sweetheart?â
ây-you⌠agh,â
fox pulled away, and you swooned at the sight of his pretty lips already swollen. âforgettinâ already?â
âwellâŚâ you trailed off, feeling a mental fog roll in.
fox stood up and pushed at your shoulders, tilting you back onto his bed. laying down, he had more access to pushing your shirt up and seeing you for real. he sucked at his teeth, handsome face overtaken with want; you curved like a muse beneath him, and he wondered why you hid all this body beneath clothes. you felt his hands like a compass, mapping the cascading mountain ranges and slow, dipping valleys of your hips and thighs, as if his whole world was discovering you, as if his purpose existed within the endless confines of your flesh and bones. and his hands roamed freely, nomadically, through your land, committing every road that made you shiver to memory.Â
âwhere do you touch yourself, princess?â fox smiled. you whined, and he clicked his tongue. âcome on, show me.â
your hand shook, but you rested it over your shorts, and you curled your fingers in to prove you knew how.Â
âgood girl. bet you know just what to do, huh?â
âmhm,â
âbut your fingers arenât enough, are they?â fox pouted playfully as he hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic band squeezing your waist.Â
âno,â you wheezed, ânever.â
âfuck. you sound so pretty when you need me. let me see you.â
trying to stop himself from rushing, the man clambered on top of you and grabbed you by the back of your knees, pushing you up the bed a bit. when your head hit pillows, he tucked them behind you, and he crawled back down to your legs with a mission. gently, he tugged your shorts down, and beneath were little black boyshorts that cut into the skin of your thighs. he looked about as starving as michael douglas as he flattened his palms against your hips, adoring the sight.Â
âyâknow, most girls hide lacy things,â he teased, âi like this so much better.â
breathlessly, you said, âlace is itchy.â
âgod, youâre just dying for it, arenât you?â
you pushed up into his palms and whispered, âplease.â
âplease what?â
âdo it,â you heaved, âi need it, fox.â
he didnât need to be told again. he slid your panties down in one sweep and practically drooled over what you had kept from him all this time. he couldâve cried. this must be what people felt when they saw the mona lisa for the first time, or had a prayer answered. this was his very own da vinci original. this was godâs divinity trapped in your lower half. you were an irritated pink, your pussy plump as the rest of you; as he pushed your thighs wide, he found a sheen already coating your skin. âfuck, sweetheart, is this from the movie or me?â
ây-you.â you kicked yourself for all your stammering, but the glow of his cheeks soothed the embarrassment.Â
âoh, yeah?â
you didnât know how easy it would be to let yourself be touched before you just tried it. here, with the one man who might be the direct work on god on earth, you wanted to spill every secret now that you knew something of hands. your heart beat against your ribcage relentlessly as you admitted, âwas imagining it was you on tv, fox, you and me,â
âjesus christ,â fox grunted, eyes dirty and dark. âi can fuck you better than he ever could.â
fox pressed his thumb to the bundle of nerves that throbbed between your legs, and just the pressure alone drew a dangerous moan from the back of your throat. he relished in the sound as he began to circle his finger, leaning down to kiss the searing skin. you rolled your hips against his touch, begging for more friction, and he wordlessly rewarded you with a new motion, one that needed two fingers for rubbing. you grabbed at his forearm as it came into reach, and he felt like he could explode from how you tugged at him. you held onto his arm like it was a lifeline. any other girl wouldâve grabbed the bedsheets or touched her body, but your inexperience meant you were acting on instinct, and that quite possibly was the best thing heâd ever seen. watching you feel so good for the first time in your life had him panting like a dog. you were all his now, his pretty girl under his spell. an angel who knew only one name.Â
âgood, baby?â
âmm-nngh,â was all you had to say.Â
âwhat a pretty girl.â
âfoxâŚâ
âgood girl. only i can make you feel like this, right? not those guys in your books, none of those movies. just me, my hands, baby, my mouth,â
you used your grip on his arm to try and get him to go faster, but he refused. he wriggled free from your grasp and left a ghostly kiss on your stomach, tutting, âoh, no, angel. iâm gonna make this last. want you out of your mind when iâm done.â
youâve felt powerless all your life, and you do even now, but this is the first time youâve ever needed more. you were engrossed in being taken. youâd been too afraid to pray for this because you werenât sure how the man upstairs would feel about you breaking his technical rules, but you had to have yearned to let fox take your virginity every night since you met him. you knew heâs done this before, but you didnât know he was so gifted; but even he could tell you that it wasnât so much his experience as it was how he wanted to ruin every other guy for you. and how could you want another when his handâ that which wrapped around the neck of a pistol, that which choked the air of menâs throatsâ circled your clit so gently, working a new kind of love into you that you never thought imaginable?
âbeen dreaming about this, yâknow,â fox drawled, leaving stinging kisses on your waist. âbeen thinking about how our first time would go. and youâre doing so good, youâre taking it so well right now.â
you couldnât speak. every word got caught in your chest. so instead you tugged at his hair, trying to get him to kiss you. he giggled, hovering over you and slowing his fingers so he could give you what you wanted. you moaned into his mouth, lips gnashing against his teeth in your eagerness, and just when you felt like you were starting to have some control, you felt two of his fingers push between your folds. they went so much deeper than youâve ever gotten your own, and as he curled them inside you, your entire body shook. gasping against his cheek, you exhaled, âoh my god,â
âbe careful, baby, you donât want him to hear you,â fox warned, voice thick with lust.Â
you grabbed at his chest, fingers running through the little curling hairs that grew in a thicket over his heart, and you felt it beating, keeping time with his hand. you wondered if sex felt like this for everyone the first time around, but then again, how could it? unless fox was there for them all, they could never have had it this good.Â
âyouâre so pretty,â fox cooed, âso pretty on my fingers. dâyou feel pretty, baby?â
âmmm,â
âtell me you feel pretty,â
âi- i feel pretty.â
âmhm. what about me, love, you think iâm pretty, too? my hands feel pretty?â
âfuck,â you squeaked, âfox!â
âi know you do. say it.â
âyouâre so pretty,â you droned, trying to catch his lips in a kiss, but he rerouted to your neck.Â
you ground into his palm over and over again, and he felt you burning up on his fingertips, contracting, squeezing, shaking. he moaned into your shoulder, âdo you wanna cum, baby?â
your hands scratched at his arms, and to his surprise, you shook your head violently. ânot yet,â
âreally?â
âmm-mm. not⌠not time yet.â
foxâs pupils swallowed the green of his eyes. the man licked his lips and slowed to a stop, letting his fingers rest inside of you, and he asked, âwhat comes next, then?â
even in a position so lewd as this one, you were too embarrassed to explain. so you reached up to his mouth, swiping your thumb across his slick bottom lip, and with pretty little doe eyes, you popped your finger into his mouth. you watched as he wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue over the salty taste of your skin, and you whispered, âi need you.â
fox pulled off your finger with a pop. âhow?âÂ
he followed your lidded gaze as it traveled down to the bulge in his pants, and he nearly passed out.Â
âyou sure youâre ready for that?â his eyebrows knit together in true concern, but he knew he was the one who had to answer the question, too. he wanted to do right by youâ you couldnât regret this, he wouldnât know what to do with himself if you did. âi can wait, you know. this is about you.â
âno. iâm ready,â
âpositive?â
âmhm,â you sighed, âjust⌠donât hurt me.â
the man above you melted like putty, and the hunger heâd touched you with went soft. you saw that toothy grin again, the one that gave you butterflies, and he promised, âiâd never hurt you, angel.â
the scruff of his jaw even tinted a lovesick pink as he kissed you. your fingers scratched at the back of his ears like you would a dogâs, and you confessed between breaths, âi love you, foxie.â
his hands flew to his waist and he rushed to undo his belt and shimmy the slacks down. he wanted to scream, he wanted to stand at the edge of the world and tell every soul about the way you coated his entire existence in sugar, but right now, it was just you. he was alone with his girl, and if he couldnât tell the world, he could at least make you sick of hearing it.Â
âiâm so fuckinâ in love with you,â he swore, marking your face with invisible prints of his mouth. âiâm all yours, princess.â
âoh, god,â you groaned, watching how he spilled out of his boxers with glazed eyes. you had no idea where he was hiding all that. you felt a little dorky for the surprise, but who could blame you?
fox was too far to reign in. he grabbed your wrists and pulled you up, and he made you scoot up against his headboard; you pressed your back against the cold wood, and you yelped as he raised you in the air, pinning you to the wall.Â
âfox, i-â
âyouâre not too heavy,â he stopped you, knowing what you were going to say. âyouâre perfect.â
you couldnât complain- truthfully, you didnât even get the chance to think about it, because he was all over you. with one hand holding you up by the leg, and the other gripping the headboard with white knuckles, he pushed himself between your legs, and you knocked your head into the wall at the way he stuffed you.Â
âfuck, fox!â
it didnât hurt, but god, was he big. pinned to the wall like this, you had no bearings. he had you suspended, stapled down by his sheer strength;Â you never thought you could be fucked like this, some little ragdoll he could throw around, but clearly you underestimated how much he could handle. you felt the wind leaving your lungs as he pulled out and snapped back in, pelvis rolling hard against your swollen clit. he moved like a wave crashing down, managing to soak every part of you with his skin.
âfuck, sweetheart, so much better than i imagined,â he croaked, âfeels okay, right?â
âs-so⌠so bigâŚâ
âoh, baby, i know,â he babied, leaving pinprick kisses on your jaw. âyou can take it, pretty girl.â
his big hand tangled itself in the hair at the base of your neck as he fucked you into the creaking headboard. you were an endless machine of moans and profanities, head lolling, trying to keep your eyes open to watch the way his lips parted at the feeling of you encircling him. he tugged at your hair, and a guttural groan escaped your lips.Â
âalways wanted to get fucked like this, huh, baby? youâre such a good girl, you deserve it,â
âfox, please,â
âsuch a pretty girl,â he moaned, âjesus, you sure youâve never done this before?â
as you bucked your hips against his swelling length, you offered a drunken grin. âonly in my⌠dreams.â
âoh my god. youâve got no idea how hot you are.â
he was everywhere, he was heaven, he was the pounding in your head as you collapsed against his body, letting him use you like a toy. you scratched at his shoulders, mouth all over his sizzling skin, and he flooded your ears with pretty praises. you hoped to god that by the time he was done youâd have the print of his hands tattooed on your hips, or that heâd never be done and you could float on by in this bliss forever. but his hips were thrusting hard, and falling out of time, and you felt your tummy squeezing like it was running out of air. he drowned in you, mouth full of dirty whines and strings of i love yous, and you knew you couldnât hold back.
âf-fox⌠oh- oh godâŚâ
âgonna cum for me, princess?â
âi⌠iâve neverâŚâ
the feeling in your stomach was foreign and hot, and it was backing up all the functions of your brain. all you felt was fox between your legs, terrorizing this little spot that short-circuited all your nerves, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping his mouth with yoursâ and when he hit it one last time, with eyes rolling back, and you let everything go. fox felt the warmth of you spilling over him, and the silent scream you let out had him unraveling in seconds. his hands were all over your face, fingers on your teeth as he came inside you, feeling himself mixing with you, and nearly bursting again just knowing he was.Â
âoh, baby,â he fussed, âgood girl, atta girl!â
pulling out slowly, so you didnât feel too shocked, he slid you down the headboard softly and helped prop you up against the pillows again. you couldn't see straight, and everything twinkled, but you did catch a glimpse of him sneaking back down the bed. the man admired the mess he left behind. the smallest dribble spilled out of you, and all of a sudden he was lapping it up with his tongue, thirsty as a castaway. your entire body buzzed with overstimulation, and in what felt like screams but only came out strangled, you exclaimed, âfuck, oh my god!â
his tongue split you open, collecting all the juices between your hips and smearing the inside of your thighs, the pretty little mound of your pussy, making you shimmer like an angel. he sucked, and he swirled, and he dug his tongue between your folds like a freak, and you grabbed at his sweaty hair, so full of him you wanted to thank your angels for sending you someone so perfect.
âcome on, i know youâve got more,â fox coaxed, âone more, baby, one more.â
black spots crossed your line of vision as you watched his face disappear in your legs, and the tidal wave rose again, drowning you in a feeling that had you bucking against his tongue like a rogue horse. youâd never been able to make yourself cum, but all it took was fox mulder to pull two loads right out of you. you felt disgusting, you felt drunk, you felt so good you couldâve died this way. you didnât ever want to leave the bed. fox made his way back up, heaving, and he kissed you with milky lips. you tasted yourself on his tongue, and you needed his palms to pin your hips down as you trembled, stuck on your high.Â
âgood girl, didnât that feel good?â kiss. âyou did so good, baby,â kiss, âso good for me,â kiss, âmâso proud of you, sweetheart.â
âmm⌠agh,âÂ
âi know, love, take a deep breath.â you felt his hand press against your warm tummy, and he told you again, âtake a deep breath for me.â
you smiled, trapped beneath him, and you breathed like he wanted you to. anything he wanted, for the rest of his life, he would get. through fuzzy vision, you saw his glittery eyes, the grecian curve of his face, the little white strip of teeth behind his handsome smile, and you felt so in love you didnât know what to do with yourself. he started to blush under your gaze, so he laid down on top of you, resting his head on your chest to listen to your racing heartbeat.Â
âfoxie,â you whispered.
âhm?â
âmânot a virgin anymore,â you giggled, the joy bubbling out of you.Â
his warm laugh echoed in your ribs. ânot anymore.â
âall yours now,â you swooned, âare you happy?â
you felt his hand slither behind your back, and he scratched at your spine, making you squeal at the ticklish feeling. then he attacked your neck and shoulders, mercilessly going after all the spots he knows are most sensitive until you lost your breath again from his innocent touch. âstupid question!â
âah!â foxâ agh, stop!â you swatted at his hands, a blissful wreck.
ââcourse iâm happy,â he chuckled as he relented. âare you?â
in a huff, you rested your spinning head on his pillows and blushed. âmhm. very.â
âworth the wait?â
âdefinitely. thank you.â
âmy pleasure,â he teased, flopping down beside you and lacing his fingers with yours. and when a comfortable silence fell, he couldnât help himself: âyou know iâm never gonna stop thinking about this, right? iâm ruined for life.â
âshut up,â you laughed.Â
âno, seriously. get ready for a life of me drooling over you doing absolutely nothing.â
âiâd like that life, i think.â
you curled up in his side, and he drew you close, letting you hide in the crook of his neck the same way you did in what felt like a lifetime ago on his couch. there was still a little devil on his shoulder, applauding him for taking a piece of you that no one else could have now, but more than anything, his heart ebbed and flowed in his chest, blossoming each time he looked down at your pretty face. he meant it when he said he was ruined. you ruined everything by letting him fall in love with you, and he has never felt so lucky.Â
⎠â Ë。𦹠â・°⊠⎠â Ë。𦹠â・°⊠⎠â Ë。𦹠â・°⊠⎠â Ë。𦹠â・°
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Face Paints | Aloy x Reader
â°â⤠PLOT: With someone who wears intricate face paints such as Aloy, she needs someone to assist her, right?
â°â⤠WARNINGS: Cursing, Not Proofread
⣠ೠEnjoy!⣠ŕł
"Aloy," you breathed out. Your girlfriend had sat herself in front of a mirror with an absurd amount of paints and dyes scattered around her. She had a big white blob on her face and scribbled on her arms. What she was doing looked messy like an accident or like she used her body as a cloth between brushes.
With a shaky hand and her face even closer to the mirror, she huffed. "It's fine. I'm fine." The redhead used her other hand to stabilize the hand painting her face. Her jaw relaxed and her eyes grew wide in concentration.
You walked over, shaking your head as you saw how much of a mess she made on her skin. "You are anything but. Here." Sat in front of her, you pry the brush out of her hands and grab her paints.
"Hey, I was using that!"
"Yeah. Poorly." You cleaned the small brush with some water and wiped the remains on the cloth. Aloy huffed again, watching as you primed and prepared the brush for a more accurate painting session.
The girl was fine doing the paints herself. She was taught by Rost when she was younger and has done her own since then. She didn't need her partner to do it for her. Although, she did like the thought of being face-to-face with you. Or watching your face of concentration when you did the intricate designs on her arm.
Maybe you painting her wouldn't be all bad.
With the brush properly loaded with paint and water, you smiled up at her. You used the pad of your thumb to wipe away her previous attempts before resting the side of your pinky on her cheek. "It's gonna be cold so I'll need you to be still, okay?"
Aloy deadpanned, though a soft smile peeked through the corners of her mouth. "I know how to be still. This isn't my first face paint."
You shrugged, smiling wider due to her expression. "Oh, I know. I still need to preface you because what I'm going to do is so detailed and refined that it's going to take some time. So," you pressed the brush to the bridge of her nose. "Stay. Still."
Stay still, she did. For the most part, Aloy is pretty behaved. She only breaks the rules, what? Like, two to three times a day? And she only does it because she's trying to help people. Not for the hell of it. Aloy likes to call herself a rebel with a cause.
As you painted her face, Aloy stared into your eyes with her bright green eyes. Through the sparkle in your eye, Aloy could also see how concentrated you were. She didn't understand why you were adamant about doing her face paint. She's capable of doing it on her own and has done more complicated paint on her lonesome.
However, the more she stared and the more you painted, she started to realize this was less about the paint. You wanted to paint her face because you wanted to do an act of service for her.
You didn't care if she'd done her own before or didn't need your help, you wanted to help her. Take something off her shoulders and spend time with her. Plus, who in the hell passes up time to be face-to-face with your partner?
"How's it going?" Aloy's rasped voice spoke in a whisper. A slight smile crept onto your lips as you heard her voice. You were so immersed in the face paints that you forgot to speak and forgot you could speak. Aloy's voice was soft enough to pull you out of deep concentration but was quiet enough to not startle or mess you up.
"Good," you whispered back. You carefully used two fingers to tilt her head to the other side. With the left side of her cheek done, it was time to do the right. In white paint, you painted rectangular scales. The scales mimicked a futuristic dinosaur's as if the machines that ruled the planet wore some silicone skin to protect their wires and inner workings.
If they had skin, Aloy wouldn't be able to override them as easily. Oh well. Sucks for them.
"I'm almost done with this side," you whispered, your words slow as you concentrated on painting your girlfriend's face.
Aloy almost shook her head in protest but remembered that any movement would fuck your painting up. "No," she blurted in a whisper. She reminded herself to take a breath, an embarrassed smile on her lips. "I mean, take your time. I like being here with you."
You pulled away, your brows furrowed in puzzlement. With a head tilt, you removed the brush on her face. "But I thought you had to meet a village woman to help her find her adult son."
Aloy shrugged, her embarrassed smile growing into a smug one as she looked at your knowing face. "If I had enough time to get my face painted, I could spend a little more time staring into my partner's eyes while they paint me. Right?"
Aloy's smirk only grew when the subtle hint of being flustered peaked through your smile.
Twirling the skinny paintbrush in your fingers, you leaned back in your spot, your gaze piqued an interest in the things next to you. "I mean, I guess so," your sentence ended on a particularly high note.
Laughter filled the air. Aloy grabbed your wrists, pulling her closer to you. "Okay, so resume!" she continued to laugh. "Stop being all cute and finish what you started."
"Stop!" You playfully swatted her shoulder. She faked a wince and held the spot you hit.
"Ow!"
"Oh, please. You ate plants stronger than that hit." Aloy eye-rolled as you leaned back to resume her painting.
Aloy was right. Taking your time as you painted her face felt different than rushing to paint her face. You could seriously examine every textured bit of her skin, perfect your lines, and take shameless gawks at how beautiful she was; little freckles on her face, red cheeks from the sun, and baby hairs on the side of her face, right by her ear.
When you were done, you pecked Aloy on her lips. Much to her surprise.
"What...? What was that for?" she asked, her shy smile revealing her teeth. You shrugged. You swished the paintbrush in the cup of water before taking it out to dry off.
You grabbed a damp cloth to wipe your hands. "I don't know. A prize for sitting so well."
The girl scoffed, her arms crossed across her chest in playful defense. "I always sit well."
It was your turn to roll your eyes. You grabbed a shard of glass, its edges carefully protected with twine and decorated with leaves and pieces of gold that were found in rivers. "Aloy, you can barely last when people go on tangents. Here."
Aloy took the makeshift mirror from you, going to scoff again but when she caught a glimpse of her appearance, her jaw dropped. "Wow, I..." Aloy's voice trailed off as she brought a careful hand to her face.
"Careful," you warned as you stood. "It's still wet. It'll dry on your way."
Aloy matched your stance, her attention still on herself in the mirror. You did this in what, ten minutes? And her face has never been as skillfully painted before. Between the rectangular scales, there were dots and sometimes squiggles.
On the bridge of her nose was a thick white line and a circle of paint on the bulbous part of her nose. You also painted a "V" between her brows with two dots, inside and on either side.
"This is amazing." Aloy finally met your gaze, smiles both resting on each other's lips. "Thank you." She engulfed you in a hug, some of her armor and clothes poking at your own but you've gotten used to the feeling.
"You're welcome." You melted into her touch. Your eyes closed as your hands squeezed around her back and waist. "Just be careful when you're out there, okay?" Your whisper lingered on her earlobe as you pulled away to meet her eye.
Aloy gave you a smile. She shimmed her shoulders, playfulness oozing from her. "Oh, please. When am I ever not careful?" You laughed and shoved her shoulders although there was no malicious intent behind your actions.
"Go before I wipe that smirk off your face."
"Oh," Aloy grinned as she gathered her items from the nearby table. "You promise?"
You laughed louder. "Go!"
"Okay, okay. I'm going! Love you!"
With the quick motion of a kiss, Aloy left with her face freshly painted and her heart warm from the brief, yet intimate moment she had with her partner.
WC: 1,464
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Hi! I have been searching for a Lupin iii writer for a long time. Can I request a Lupin iii characters when they realise they are in love with the reader. Like that exact moment where they go "Oh god..." Thank you!
a/n: awwww me wee heart this is so cute and was so fun to work on, hope you don't mind I took it a step farther to also explain why/how they fell in love hehe. Hope you enjoy anon! I'm glad to be of service!
Content Warning: super fluffy, like an absurd amount of fluffiness
Lupin and Gang Realizing They're in Love with Reader
Lupin the Third
- To say Lupin falls in love easily is an understatement.
- However, it's usually more along the lines of an infatuation or passing fancy than anything.
- The same can't be said for you however..even though that's how it all started out.
- He flirted with you, gave you gifts, and took on heists for the shere goal of trying to impress you. (much to Jigen and Goemon's chagrin)
- While you seem appreciative of such gesturesâŚyou seemed to just appreciateâŚhimself more.
- You enjoyed being in his presence. Hand in hand, arms linked with each other.
- Lupin can't help but enjoy these moments with you too.
- For all his habits, tendencies, and eccentricsâŚyou always stayed by him, never running off or leaving for someone/something else.
- And he loves you for that.
Jigen Daisuke
- Jigen tries to ignore it, hoping it'll pass like a bad day.
- Falling for people has gotten him nowhere, but rock bottom, why would you be any different?
- Well, for starters, you've definitely stuck around longer than most.
- You've stuck by your word, haven't betrayed himâŚ
- Plus it's the little thoughtful things you do.
- You always caught his hat when it would fly off his head, had a spare lighter for his bent cigarettesâŚ
- Yeah, he liked having you around, maybe something moreâŚdespite his better judgmentâŚ
- He didn't realize just how down bad he was though until he saw you teasingly place his hat on your head.
- Jigen didn't even know he could blush until that moment.
- It was like something switched on in his brain. He knew what this was, but whether you'd find out or notâŚonly time would tell.
Goemon Ishikawa XIII
- Mr. Tries to ignore it #2
- Yet with each passing day, it becomes more difficult to just ignore.
- He can't deny the warm, invasive but comforting feeling he gets when you're around.
- Or how you have his full undivided attention when you call his name.
- When you're gone from his sight for too long; he begins to worry.
- He finds that whenever you're upset, so is he.
- Goemon takes great pride in keeping his emotions under control.
- Yet, when it comes to you and the strong influence you have over himâŚ
- Every waking moment of his contained you in some form or fashionâŚ
- Goemon realizes he loves you, and even if you never find out or don't reciprocateâŚhe would still remain devoted to you.
Fujiko Mine
- It sorta shakes Fujiko to realize how deep she's fallen.
- Much like Lupin, she also tends to just have passing fancies but not with you.
- Fujiko couldn't imagine leaving you high and dry like she's done others.
- She can't help but think of what you and her could do with the loot she manages to steal, not just what she could do with it.
- Fujiko invites you along with her more than her other previous suitors on her tripsâŚ
- Your genuine company, the way you make her laugh, your thoughtful gesturesâŚ
- All these little things make her fall for you more and more.
- Fujiko doesn't realize it until she finds herself almost saying the three words out loud to you.
- You weren't even giving her anything or offering to go on a goose chase for a lucrative item of her desiresâŚ
- You were just staring back at her just as lovingly as she wasâŚ
- Fujiko had to stop herself, though, there's no telling what kind of damage those words can cause if uttered out loud.
Inspector Zenigata
- Nervous, fidgety, blushy state of a man.
- The fact that you get his mind off Lupin for even a second says an exorbitant amount of how much you mean to him.
- When he finds his mind drifting to you and what you're up toâŚ(and not just Lupin and his antics)
- It becomes clear to the inspector he has fallen for you.
- Now he feels he has another incentive to catch Lupin; to impress you and to get to spend more time with you.
- Zenigata feels like you're the only person to actually make him calm.
- You're just so supportive, thoughtful, and considerateâŚnever doubting or ridiculing him.
- The way you'd leave proper meals for him in his office or car so he wasn't always eating instant ramenâŚ
- You were always there whenever his stake outs blundered or Lupin inevitably got away.
- You respected him as the Inspector, but you cared about him as a person as well, and understood him better than mostâŚ
- Zenigata doesn't deny his feelings, but he denies the possibility of them going anywhere due to his mission of capturing LupinâŚ
- Perhaps one day he may find the courage, or he finds contentment in the way you two are now and will leave it at that.
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Hey @worldsover. Happy birthday.
Tags: NSFW, smut, Dreamcatcher, teacher!Jiu, student!Gahyeon, male reader, threesome, big olâ noncon warning here, or is it dubcon?... no donât fool yourself this is noncon, mysteeerious circumstances ooOOooOOh *finger wiggles*, no beta read and no editing I had to go fast cuz this is for a birthday and itâs already late by two days, blowjob, deepthroat, a little fluff, a little romance, a really poorly thought out B plot, absurdity, hypocritical âprotagonistsâ, Jiu is stronk and rips clothes, the relationship is toxic but not the usual way, also butt stuff babyyy
B-Side: [title] ft. Gahyeon, Jiu
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âHonestly,â Jiu says, slapping a bead of sweat off her forehead, âShe's heavier than she looks. Must be a lot of muscle under there.â
You stare at Jiu, then at the other girl on your bed. Whatâs her name again? Gabriella? No, thereâs no way thatâs it. Thatâs a stupid guess.
âGahyeon,â Jiu reminds you, as if reading your mind, âDo you remember what I told you about her? Well she did it again. She came into class drunk!â
Still in a certain amount of disbelief, you can only hope that Jiuâs telling you the truth, and that itâs the whole truth. If not, there will be no small amount of trouble stemming from this night. Jiu knows things. Specifically, she knows things because youâve demonstrated them for her. Youâve regretted that for a while now, because Jiu is also impetuous, to put it mildly. If she managed to replicateâ
âTurns out itâs really easy to do what you taught me on someone whoâs already in a receptive and reduced state of mind like drunkenness.â
Fuck.
âJiu, you canât justâŚâ you struggle for the words.
To describe how what sheâs done is wrong? No.
To describe the harm Jiu may have inflicted? No.
To describe how absolutely fucked you may be here? Yeah, thatâs probably the one.
âCanât?â Jiu asks, âBut it worked, didnât it? I mean, I think it worked. HereâŚâ Before you can stop her, she slaps Gahyeonâs thigh. ââEy! Get up and show us your tits, slut!â
You choke on your spit and flinch backward. This is bad. Itâs not too late to run and remove yourself from any direct implication. Gahyeonâs starting to sit up, so you pivot around and take a stride toward the door.
âDamn,â Jiu half whispers, âThose are nice.â
No way.
Surely, your ears and eyes deceive you. When you turn back around, youâre assaulted with the view of what will most likely be considered assault. Gahyeon is upright, her sweater bunched up around her collarbone. Jiu is palming her bare chest, bouncing a boob as if sheâs estimating its weight. To say that youâre mesmerized would not quite be accurate for a couple of reasons. For one, youâre terrified. Gahyeonâs half-liddedâbut openâeyes take in your countenance, probably forming a permanent mental image that can and will be used against you in court. And for another, itâs Gahyeon thatâs mesmerized in a sense. You canât just claim to be in a state that someone else in the room is actively in. That would be asinine.
âJiuâŚâ you start, trying somehow to save face, âJiu, stop, oh my goââ
âShe always comes into class without a bra, and⌠well, this sweater isnât the norm. Usually, itâs cleavage all the way down, or nips stabbing through a sheer tank top. So fucking distracting,â Jiu definitely doesnât stop at your insistence. She ignores you entirely, groping, squeezing, pinching, every little motion sparking a twitch in your face. âNot that a pair of tits is inherently distracting, obviously. Iâm no prude. Free the nipple, right? But she flaunts these! Pushing them together in my face when she hands in papers. Calls attention to them every chance she gets. Just the other day, she asked me to borrow a pencil, put it down her shirt in front of me, and then went back to her table and used a fucking G2! Weâre working with volatile chemicals! She doesnât have to be courteous, she just needs to think about some damn safety!â
You blink, suddenly realizing that you waited for an entire rant to finish while doing nothing but stare at the mammary glands in your girlfriendâs hands. Maybe youâre mesmerized after all. Mesmer was a hack, so any word coming from his name is likely an accurate description for a half-assed (or full-boobed, in this case) party trick.
âAlright Jiu, youâve had your fun,â you blurt out in the brief moment of clarity you can find, âDonât you think the nice girl should be on her way?â
âGahyeon? Nice girl? This slut? Iâve told you all the shit she pulls in class.â
âIncluding in the last thirty or so seconds, yes.â
âAnd you think she should just get to go?â
âI mean, morally speaking, we havenât heard her say a word of consent here, so yeah, perhaps it would be best toââ
Jiu cuts you off with a cock-browed stink eye that reeks of the sentence: Are you fucking kidding me?
âAre we gonna have a problem here?â Jiu asks, out loud this time.
âWhaaat?â you creak, âNooo, no. Iâm just saying, what if sheâŚâ You pause, trying to indicate nonverbally some deeper implication to your words with a series of bonkers facial expressions. Jiu hasnât always been the most reliable at catching on to double entendres though. âWhat if sheâs not into it?â
Jiu squints. âWhat? Are you saying all those other people have been into it? I sure didnât hear them consenting.â
Fucking holy shit fuck, youâre fucked. Jiuâs fucked. Youâre both so fucking fucked.
âNO.â You try to contain your volume, but it still comes out a bit loud, even through your gritted teeth. âIâm saying⌠what if⌠someone were to think⌠that perhaps⌠they might discuss this⌠with an official?â
There is a cursed moment of silence while Jiu simultaneously judges you and mulls over your words. Finally, she clicks her tongue, âYou think I didnât do it right, donât you?â
You put your hands up, unsure of how to respond without giving everything away to the potentially fully aware Gahyeon.
âYou really think I fucked it up, huh? Hey Gahyeon, what are you gonna remember later?â
The silence is palpable.
âSee? Nothing. You always say they canât talk back like this, right?â
âBecauseâŚâ You pause to develop a new double entendâWho are you kidding? Youâre already fucking fucked, as previously stated. âBecause I tell them not to talk back! Itâs not an inherent factor! Did you tell her not to talk back?!â
âOhâŚâ Jiu says.
âOH?!â
âYeah Iâm pretty sure I built that in.â
âPretty sure?!â
âLook, like it or not, Iâm gonna keep on keeping on with these titties. If you donât think I did it right, you can run away. Otherwise, you can get your cock out of your pants.â
âAnd the memory?!â
âSame diff. Built that in.â
âHow?!â
Jiu sighs and climbs further onto the bed, behind Gahyeon. She snakes her hands around and continues groping away. Something that she whispers into Gahyeonâs ear gets Gahyeon to finish removing her sweater, and she merely sits, politely, silently, while continuing to be assaulted before your very eyes.
Suddenly, Gahyeonâs head is thrown back. It's not her doing it, it's Jiu with fingers entwined in her hair.
âLook at her,â Jiu hisses at you, âI don't even care if she does remember. She's a stupid hot slut who teases me every day, and has no respect for my cooking class. If anyone needs to get their pretty little throat fucked, it's her.â
Hang on, what?
âI'm going to get my strap and I'm going to fuck her so raw that she won't even be able to come into class for a week. Maybe then the other students can actually get something done for onceââ
âDon't you teach chemistry?â you ask.
Jiu pauses her gripping of Gahyeonâs body. âYeahâŚâ
âI could have sworn you just said cooking.â
âWhat? That would sure be a silly class to teach!â
âI mean, not really. That would actually be pretty cool if you taught cooking. You're really good at it.â
Jiuâs head fully pokes out from behind Gahyeon. her eyes are glistening with tears. âOh my gosh, you really think that?â
âOf course. Babe,â you pause, and move to stroke her cheek, âyou've always been passionate about your cooking, and I just want you to pursue your career the way you want to. Cooking, chemistry, it's all the same to me as long as you're happy.â
She sniffs hard, clearing out her nose. âAw, honey⌠You'd support me if all I taught was cooking? Really?â
âAbsolutely.â
She gives you a pouty-lipped stare for a few seconds, clearly holding back the waterworks. âO-oooh, get over here!â She shoves Gahyeon over and holds out her arms.
With a smile, you take Jiu up on the embrace, squeezing her tightly and basking in her warmth.
Sniffling even harder directly into your ear, Jiu babbles little nothings for a moment, and then says, âYou sweety, you⌠can I suck your cock?â
âSure, babe,â you say, pulling her back a little so you can give her a brief kiss.
Jiu gets your pants off fast. She's always quick at that. Lots of practice. Your dick hangs free until she gets it in her hand, working you up to full mast while she kisses your neck. It only takes a quick pull from her on the hem of your shirt to remind you to take it off for her. As soon as you do, her kisses go lower, and lower, and lower. Your eyes naturally flutter closed and your hand alights on her head, not so much guiding her as petting her.
Then, youâre inside her. Her lips, so incredibly tender, wrap the head of your cock, and her tongue pulls you in deeper. Itâs sensual, slow, relaxing even. All of your worries fade away. You stroke her hair, and look down at your lover to take in her beautâfucking dammit, the girlâs still here! How the fuck did you forget?! Sheâs literally lying down, half naked, between you and Jiu, and this is very concerning, obviously!
âJiu! Jiu, wait! Weâve got to do something with her!â
She pulls back, still rolling your cockhead over her tongue. âOh. Yeah. Letâs fuck her! Sit up, slut!â
Gahyeon does as sheâs instructed, slowly sitting straight back up and slotting herself between you and Jiu. Her tits end up smushed against your pelvis, hugging your dick. Itâs not quite as good as a blowjob, but her boobs are big enough to fully engulf you, and thatâs pretty great⌠but you canât think about that right now.
âNo, babe, we need her toââ
You just canât get a word in today, can you? Jiuâs mouth covers yours. Her tongue dives in, stealing away whatever you were going to say and the throat on your dick turns any thoughts into pleasured moans. But that is a problem in and of itself, the throat on your dick. Because itâs not Jiuâs.
Sneaking a glance down, you see that it is in fact Gahyeon whose head has been shoved and is now deepthroating you with no resistance. Her hair is bunched up in Jiuâs hand, and sheâs bent over at one hell of a severe angle. Her ass looks real good in those tiny, tight shorts from up here.
âPlease, wait for just a second, Jiu.â
She backs off, but only barely. Her eyes capture yours, lock them in place, and throw away the keys. âYes, honey?â Jiu has never been good at hiding her smiles.
âOkay, letâs fuck her.â
âYeah!â Jiu jumps with joy, and would have continued the alliteration if allotted adequate hours, but instead she kisses you again, on the nose, cheek, and lips before falling onto her back to undress.
Ignoring the storm of projectiles that Jiuâs clothes become, you actually take a good look at Gahyeon. Her eyes are still half closed, just like before. In fact, her whole face is slack, fully relaxed, not something you often see when your cock (or anyoneâs) is fully stuffed down their esophagus. A light bidirectional breeze tickles your stomach at a steady rate though, so if thereâs a lesson to be taken away here, it seems the real secret to comfortable deepthroat is to be entirely unresponsive to the dick youâre sucking. Both arms are resting to her right side, where they landed after she was told to sit up.
Once Jiu is naked though, things change up rapidly. She grabs Gahyeon by the hips and yanks backward. Being the ragdoll that she currently is, Gahyeon limply falls forward and end up with one cheek shoved up against your hip. Miraculously, your dick being so far down her throat is what prevents her from face planting at the foot of the bed. Jiu pays this awkward positioning no mind as she, bare-handed, rips apart the sides of Gahyeonâs shorts and the underwear beneath, as if you needed the reminder that sheâs both the beauty and the beast in your relationship. If it turns out she pulled everything off correctly today, she might be the brains too⌠Nah, sheâll always be your favorite dumbass. How on Earth did she convince you that she taught university level chemistry?
You politely readjust Gahyeon so sheâs flush with your pelvis again, and you start to thrust. âGabriellaâŚâ you start.
âGahyeon,â Jiu corrects you as she yanks Gahyeonâs legs back again, diving between them and hungrily pressing her face into Gahyeonâs ass crack.
âRight. Gahyeon, hold yourself up and suck.â
Oddly, she doesnât do as sheâs told. Thatâs not how this normally goes. You continue thrusting down her throat, kind of monotonously. âGahyeon?â
Jiu comes up from Gahyeonâs ass for a breath and to let you know, âOh. Yeah, sorry. I forgot to mention, you need to say the trigger word.â
âYou gave her a trigger word?â you ask, actually somewhat impressed, âNice! What is it?â
Jiu beams a cheesy smile. âItâs âtitties!ââ
FUCK.
âTITTIES?!â you canât contain the shout. Gahyeon twitches, but otherwise remains unresponsive.
âHehehe, yup!â Jiu looks so pleased with herself.
âItâs supposed to be something that sheâs not likely to hear!â
Jiu cocks that eyebrow again and waves a dismissive hand. âOh, no decent person says âtittiesâ in public.â
You palm your face with both hands. One isnât enough. Gahyeon slides off your cock and face plants at the foot of the bed. So much for avoiding that. âDammit, everybody says âtittiesâ in public these days! More and more people every day!â
âButâŚâ Jiu takes a quick breath. âIf more people are saying it every day, that means not everyone is saying it in public yet.â
Claw down your cheeks, leaving red streaks. âThatâs not the fucking point, Jiu! Lots and lots of people say it these days, especially on college campuses!â
Jiu screws up her face the way she does when she tries really hard to find the answer to a tough question. âOkay, how do we get rid of it?â
âJust tell her, but it doesnât go away immediately. Every time she hears it, it lasts a little longer.â
âOh. Easy. Ey, Gahyeon! Forget about âtittiesâ okay? Itâs not your trigger word anymore.â
You glare at Jiu, but she ignores it, happily going back to devouring whichever hole she was working on before.
âOkay,â you whisper, âokay okay okay. Gahyeon, get up on your elbows.â
This time, Gahyeon does as sheâs told, propping herself up. Excellent. You lift her head by the chin. Youâve always had a thing for a good pair of lipsâitâs no wonder that youâre dating Jiu (for that, among her many other qualities)âso you find yourself rather taken with Gahyeonâs. Theyâre very slightly thinner than Jiuâs, but theyâre curvy, like the rest of the girl. You run your thumb over her lower lip, simply taking the time to admire her. Jiu has good taste. And if what Jiuâs told you about the attempted seductions is accurate, so does Gahyeon.
âTell me if you can talk now,â you mumble.
âI can,â Gahyeon mumbles back. Her voice is kind of⌠creaky.
âAre you any good at sucking cock?â
âYes.â
âAnd do you enjoy sucking cock?â
âSometimes.â
You roll your eyes at the lukewarm answer and straighten up so that your dick is directly in front of Gahyeonâs lips again. âTonight, you love sucking cock. So take it deep.â
Itâs still a requirement to place your dick to Gahyeonâs lips before she starts. In the state sheâs in, she can only really react to physical touch and sounds consistently. She should be able to see, but what she sees may not be exactly the same as what she perceives. Youâd be very curious to know what she is currently perceiving, but her ability to describe it is most likely inadequate, or even entirely inaccurate.
Regardless, she does as she was told. Just like before, she gets all the way down, but now itâs intentional (technically). And she is loving it (technically). Thereâs not a gag to be heard as she takes your cock as far down her throat as it will go, backs away until the tip is at her lips, and the process repeats. The corners of her lips curl up into the tiniest smile (at least, more than usual).
âHoney? Mind if I use this slutâs mouth?â Jiu asks you after a bit.
Youâre tempted to say no and follow through with this face fuck until completion, but you know what they say: Always let your girlfriend do whatever she wants with the sluts that she brings into the house under mysterious circumstances. Itâs common courtesy.
âSure thing, babe. Gahyeon, get on your back so you can service Jiu.â
Gahyeonâs movement is suspiciously sluggish, as she slowly extracts your cock from her throat. She blinks a few times before pushing herself onto her hands and knees.
âWhatâs taking you so long?â you ask.
âI donât understand,â Gahyeon responds, stopping her movement altogether.
âWhat part?â
âI donât know a Jiu.â
Youâre briefly puzzled, but you figure out the problem in the moment immediately before Jiu clears the air.
âMy students call me Ms. Kim.â
You scowl. âNot even âProfessorâ Kim, huh?â
Jiu shakes her head and shrugs.
Annoyed, you grab Gahyeon by the arm. She has no mechanism to resist. âDonât you respect your professors, Gahyeon?â
âNo,â she says simply.
Annoyance justified, you continue, âWhy not?â
âThey claim authority that they donât generally deserve.â
âWhat if they work really hard?â
âIt doesnât matter if their ability to teach is hampered by the school.â
âThen why go to school?!â
âTaking down an establishment is impossible without knowing it intimately.â
You and Jiu both blink in surprise.
âWell, okay⌠What about your cooking professor?â
âI love Ms. Kim.â
Jiu puts her hand to her mouth and squeaks out, âYou do?â
âYes.â
Well now youâre getting somewhere. You lay Gahyeon down on her back and release her arm. The handprint fades slowly. âWhy do you love Ms. Kim?â
âShe teaches a valuable, practical skill without being pretentious and doesnât shill fascist propaganda to her students. She is also extremely attractive.â
You smirk at Jiu, but continue addressing Gahyeon, âHave you tried to seduce Ms. Kim?â
âYes, with minimal effort to avoid disrupting her work.â
âHow would you feel if you did disrupt her?â
âI would feel the need to apologize.â
Jiuâs lower lip quivers and her eyes glisten with tears yet again. Crying is not an incredibly uncommon occurrence for her.
âWould you consider being her slutty little sex slave?â
âNo.â
What a fucking downer! All that build up only for her to reject the proposal! You and Jiu gawk at each other incredulously.
âWhat?!â you demand, âWhy not?! You just said you tried seducing her and find her extremely attractive, both of which are totally valid!â
âUnbalanced power dynamics in sexual relationships are morally reprehensible.â
Jiu and you share a look down at Gahyeonâs supine form and back, and then you both burst into laughter. Forget her being a downer, this girlâs hilarious!
You give Gahyeonâs bare thigh a couple of hearty slaps. âSure, sure! Thatâs a good one, Gahyeon. You want to be a slut for Jiu!â
Then you remember that Gahyeon doesnât know Jiu as âJiu,â so you open you mouth to course correct, but Jiu goes first.
âYeah, you little slut! You are going to get weak in the knees for Ms. Kim from now on. Hearing her voice will make you uncontrollably horny. Her spit will be a delicacy to you.â
You smile broadly. Jiu really has learned a lot. Sheâs incepting Gahyeon correctly, using the second person future tense without contractions! What a fantastic, sinister girlfriend you found yourself!
âYour âmoralsâ will always be worth compromising when it comes to Ms. Kim,â Jiu keeps going, voice curiously peppy for something so dark, âMs. Kim will own your holes, and your desire to please her in every way will rival your desire to undo the societal imbalances caused by authoritarian capitalists. You will do anything for Ms. Kim.â
Clap for that devious performance. Applaud, even. Jiu grins from ear to ear. âHow was that, honey?â
âExcellent, babe! And for a first attempt, too? Incredible.â
Jiu blushes, âWell, I did try it once before on another student.â
You nod approvingly. âDid that one go just as well?â
âHe hasnât left his work station without first cleaning it in the last two weeks, so it seems to have been good!â
âOh, that guy? I was wondering where all the complaints about him had gone.â
Jiu slips her hands beneath Gahyeonâs shoulders and yanks her to the side, finding a good position to straddle her head. âI can fill you in on the details later, but for now I think you should hurry up. Donât want to let my new slutâs ass dry out.â
You hoist Gahyeonâs legs out of the way, dipping down to investigate. Indeed, her tiny rosebud is gleaming with saliva. So it was her asshole that Jiu was eating out! No sense in allowing such a lovely, courteous thing go to waste! Before you get back up and line up your cock, you give it a quick lick. You canât help yourself. Jiuâs spit is delectable. Fitting, for such a good cook.
Speaking of fitting, your cock and Gahyeonâs ass? Fantastic fit. The preparation provided by Jiu is what really seals the deal though. The entry is a dream, metaphorically for you and something close to literally for Gahyeon. You expect youâll have an absolute blast once you start fucking in earnest, but you want to wait for Jiu to get settled in first.
And Jiu does just that. She faces you and settles in on Gahyeonâs face, as expected, humming cheerfully. Itâs hard to believe just how enamored you are with the way she wiggles side to side, getting a feel for the facial contours most suited to being seating.
âGet a taste of Ms. Kimâs pussy, Gahyeon, and tell her what you think of it,â you suggest, already knowing that Gahyeon is in for a treat.
Gahyeon sticks out her tongue, and immediately recoils with a gasp. âYou taste so much better than I imagined!â
She knocked it out of the park with that one. Itâs uncommon for anybody to show much of any enthusiasm in this state of mind unless theyâre specifically told to.
âAwww!â Jiu coos, âYou little sweetheart! Eat me out, deeply.â
Gahyeon seemed quite unbothered about sucking your cock, but she seems downright pumped about this. Her arms even leap up, blindly falling over Jiuâs thighs. Jiu squeals with delight as Gahyeonâs tongue flies over her clit, through her petals, and straight inside her. You can see the sparks in Jiuâs eyes before they shut tight, the instability in her legs before she presses her palms into Gahyeonâs breasts, and the crack of a smile before she groans in blissful passion.Â
Oh, Jiu. Such a good woman, doing such bad things.
Suddenly, you remember youâre balls deep inside this girlâs ass. Right. You can admire Jiu and still get yourself off.
Pull back a stroke and slam back in. It doesnât matter one bit to Gahyeon how rough you are, but you donât want to do anything that would ruin Jiuâs enjoyment, so you push down on Gahyeonâs hips, pinning her mostly in place (itâs not perfectly effective) while you fuck her.Â
That puts you and Jiu face to face. Heavy breaths hit each other over and over. You kiss. You lean into each other, nipping lips and necks, giggling darkly. Sharing a little sex toy like this is perfect for affirming your affection for each other. Jiu stares into your eyes, trying desperately not to blink as she reaches climax.
âBeautiful,â you whisper, caressing her trembling jawline.
When she manages to get a lungful of air, Jiu whimpers back, âI love you, honey.â
âLove you too,â you return. You punctuate with a new kiss, firmly gripping the back of Jiuâs head to ensure you can stay attached while you both pound and grind away. You even give her hair a tight little tug, which seems to give her a miniature, aftershock sort of orgasm.
Surely, you imagine, she must be all but drowning Gahyeon, but thatâs no reason to stop. Not when the girlâs neurons are registering the fulfillment of her fantasies (whether they be brand new fantasies or older ones), and her body reacts accordingly, her pussy grooling all over your cock and making your ass-smashing even smoother. You even detect moment or two of slight tightening. All these orgasms urge you to join in, and you have no reason not to.
Except, perhaps, one.
You take Jiuâs hand and give her knuckles a quick kiss. âJiuâŚâ
She already knows. With a completely unnecessary seductive lip bite, she slips off of Gahyeonâs face and down until sheâs fully on top of the girl, back to Gahyeonâs stomach, legs spread to fold around you.
Pull out of Gahyeon. The toy doesnât matter anymore, not when you have Jiu below you. Your cum is for her. Without looking, you find her pussy easily, naturally, even. Itâs unclear to you whether you were this close to cumming already or if itâs just Jiuâs body that speeds you along that path, but it begins as soon as you reach her furthest depths. Now this is a perfect fit. You drop on top of her, desperate for her mouth on yours again as you fill her with pump after pump after pump of your crème de la penis. She moans your name repeatedly between hitched breaths, and you repeat hers as well, voices indicative of a need that falls on every level of the hierarchy. Only once youâve been thoroughly depleted do you notice the little sharp pains of Jiuâs nails digging into your shoulder and back.
Neither of you move, if you donât include your heaving chests, focusing on each otherâs eyes and bathing in each otherâs auras. This time, you say it first, âI love you, Jiu.â
âI love you,â she tells you back.
The three words practically turn into a chant, until each of you is smiling uncontrollably and rubbing your noses together as if you canât come up with something more interesting to do.
Eventually, as all things must end, you break apart with a last giggle. Youâve gone soft, but you donât know when exactly your spent dick fell out of Jiu. Taking a quick look, sheâs leaking an incredible amount of cum directly onto her studentâs pussy.
Sighing wistfully, Jiu reaches back over her shoulder to stroke Gahyeonâs hair. âWell, how long do you think it will be before sheâs begging me to use her?â
âWell, normally it takes a few months for someone to mull it over, but every time she goes under itâll speed things up. If someone were to give her a super common trigger that sheâll hear accidentally multiple times a day⌠maybe two, three weeks?â
Jiu whines incoherently and rolls off of Gahyeonâs body, casually grabbing a boob and rolling it about. âOh, Iâm sorry for having faith in humanity, that people would have the decency not to say âtittiesâ in public. Anyway⌠I guess Iâll just have to keep her close while I wait.â
You nod approvingly and massage the back of Jiuâs leg.
âHey, since you said she wants to be my slut tonight, what do you think would happen if I woke her up right now?â Jiu asks. She doesnât wait for an answer. âGahyeon, wakââ
Your anxiety spikes.
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The Don Diaries
Dani has moved out after her graduation, which has left Don so despondent that even Herbert has decided that it's safer to vacuum outside the penthouse.
Especially since Dani is still seeing that fucking Kyle Kyleson. Despite the disastrous speedo date, they're still together - and just in time for the Romance Festival!
I can see why Don is upset about losing her - how could he fumble so badly?
Dani gets a little caught up in the festival mood, but "luckily", Kyle is on board for both marriage and kids, at least eventually.
Dani decides to ask the Guru for some wisdom. But this answer makes no sense to her. Why would love tear people apart? Surely he's not talking about Don. If Don loved her, he would have said something, and besides, he's dating that blonde chick from Sulani.
Dani decides to ask specifically about her current relationship with Kyle.
A glowing review. Kyle the Burning Donkey doesn't put much trust in the Guru, but I have played ahead and he really should have listened...
Unfortunately, Kyle and Dani both forget the Guru's words as the spirit of the festival moves them. And honestly so did I, until I was writing tomorrow's update...
Dani now lives in a rundown apartment and gets a job in social media, starting from the bottom as a lowly intern despite her communications degree because #realism. She has also brought a picture of Matteo as well as a drawing of a gnome and the Mr. Corn he made for her as a goodbye present.
Living in a less fancy part of San Myshuno than Don's penthouse also means new places to explore, and Dani goes to the flea market to score herself an ugly lamp.
For some reason, Agnes Crumplebottom has come to the big city and does not seem to enjoy it much.
"Fuck this slutty bin in particular!" - Agnes, probably.
Unimpressed with Agnes' antics, Dani heads back to her apartment.
There, she meets one of her new neighbours! She already knows Sidney from his visits to Don's penthouse, but this is her first time meeting Nathan. I shall spare Nathan the embarrassment of showing the absurd amount of heart-farting he did over Dani, because he's a married man and Sidney would be upset.
Still, Dani hits it off with her neighbour and - uh, hi Kyle?!
Apparently, Kyle has decided that since his girlfriend has her own place now, there's no need for him to couch-surf so he's coming to stay. (Don't let him, Dani, it's a trap! A guy once just came over to my apartment with all of his 16 Hawaiian shirts and put them in my closet and it took me 3 years to get rid of him (and the shirts) again!)
Why, Dani? Why do you let him do this?
Oh. I guess that's as good a reason as any.
#thedondiaries#herbert the robot vacuum#mr corn#kyle the burning donkey#sims spice#they're both wearing clothes in the last pic but i take no chances with that hand placement
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