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Kokichi reanimating the dead
idk why but it's on my mind. be it a mad scientist au or a necromancer au, there's just something oddly interesting to me about Kokichi dabbling in the cheating of death. maybe it's his hatrid for murder that makes me go "yeah he'd un-murder someone"
regardless of how you go about it or what his motive for doing it is, i think it'd be neat if he reanimated Shuichi as his first sucessful attempt. Now Kokichi has to deal with both the fact that he has to take care of this undead man who is 100 years behind on technology, and the fact that of all the people he could have reanimated as a test he chose someone attractive as hell.
deranged, bent on cheating death, and gay
#danganronpa#ndrv3#danganronpa v3#kokichi ouma#shuichi saihara#saiouma#au prompt#au idea#au#kai prompts#this one might be pushing it a tad
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At the beginning it was Narumi's impulsive and impatient ass that'd rush to any yamazon order he sees delivered to the base and grab them all for himself before checking for the possibility that some of them might not be his...
But after one too many times getting scolded by your, getting his ear pulled or getting into a heated argument with you- right in front of many people no less- He sees the fruit garden of an opportunity as it is, and decides to use it for his advantage.
Especially when the orders /are/ delivered to his person by accident.
Who can blame the poor delivery guys though? They are giving the boxes to him by muscle memory at this point- sick of coming back to the base doors day after day and always the same darn name on the papers: Narumi Gen
Meanwhile Narumi enjoys seeing the growing frustration on your person when the telltale message of "orders delivered" has arrived yet there is nothing in sight. Some orders have you worried more than the others, piquing his interest and going as far as to try his chances every once in a while when he's feeling bold: "Oh? You want these so badly? Then beg"
(It results with a hardcover book of yours meeting with the crown of his head every single time. Always a different book and the current one always heavier than the previous...)
#not necessarily 'hedgehogs dilemma' universe but if you read it as it is here is an addition:#he'll spend the next hour or so rubbing his head in pain and usually getting tossed to the nursery by hasegawa or one of his platoon leader#he'll do his best to avoid you bc god forbid narumi gen eats his own words#but those poor medics and nurses... they dont know what to do with him and they cant risk of anything happening to the captain so they alwy#gottacall you in... so in the end its always a grumpy you tending to him and tugging at him a tad too tightly- or pushing him back to the#strecther with a little force and him just sucking it up and sitting there head hanging low with a sad シďžď˝Ľ(・>Ď<・)シďžď˝Ľ expression#âoi! didnt i tell you to stay stillâ âGEEZ be mre careful wont you!! what are you aiming for? ripping my head off?â âi might as well if you#keep dropping that useless empty head of yours! good thing its attached to you at the neck else youd have lost it a long time ago too.." +#ânow youre being mean:(â âbe grateful youre getting away with just 'mean'â#narumi gen#kaiju no. 8#narumi x reader#narumi x you#narumi gen x reader#the hedgehog's dilemma.series#long live the queue#felumi
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older!rafe loves to put his fingers in sensitive!readerâs mouth & her favorite place in the world is his lap...
cw: mean older!rafe being a tease & making her choke on his fingers, heavily suggestive, size kink, use of daddy
wc: 1.6k
in love w this man so more of him on the way xx
this is an additional part to this & u can read more here
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Rafe has had a bad day.  Â
She notices it immediately by the way he greets her with only a brief peck on her cheek; carelessly throwing his jacket on the couch before slumping down against the cushions and letting out a washed-out exhale. Â
For the entirety of the week, gloomy clouds have painted over the dusty, colorless horizon and wet water puddles have saturated the socks of passing pedestrians and dog walkers alike. However, Rafe is not someone who particularly minds rainy days, which is why she assumes that the reason for his disgruntled mood has something to do with business, as it more often than not does.  Â
He scratches at the buzzed hair still slightly damp from the rain while she simply stands there and blinks; unsure whether he wishes to be alone or not.  Â
âWhat are you doing? Câmere,â he suddenly orders in a somewhat of a stern tone and she has no choice but to pad over to his sprawled-out legs, lowering to sit on top of him and letting him paw at her waist as his beefy arms pull her closer. And she can't really complain when the heat of his body seeps into her flesh in such a comforting way; makes her insides feel all fluffy and featherlight. Â
In the same way that Rafe seems to enjoy her needing him to take care of her when everything feels like too much, she loves being there for him; likes to feel useful, needed.
âDo you wanna...talk about it?â The muted melody of her vocal cords reaches his ears as vivid raindrops pitter patter against the glass of the windows and he groans in exhaustion at how perfect she is for him.  Â
âNot really,â he dismisses her with a shake of his head. âHow was your day, hm?â Â
âIt was uh, okay. I donât know, the usual. Had some boring lectures, almost fell asleepâŚquestioned every decision Iâve ever made,â she huffs out and settles her palms on his strong biceps.Â
âMm,â heâs only half listening; beginning to mindlessly twirl a strand of her hair around his index finger.  Â
And she takes that as her cue to continue blabbering out complete nonsense as she begins to grow slightly restless being this close to him. Truth be told, sheâs pathetically been missing him the whole day; the only thing granting her the motivation to go about her routines being the thought of seeing him at the end of it all. And now that heâs here, he seems frustrated; mind entirely elsewhere and she doesnât know what to do except ramble on and on about her dull day.  Â
Then, completely out of the blue, heâs grabbing her jaw into his massive hand and hushing her. Â
âShut up for one second, yeah?â He mutters out before heâs tucking a thumb past her lips; a surprised squeak leaving the back of her throat at the sudden intrusion because he was the one who asked for her to talk in the first place.  Â
However, she canât exactly say that itâs unexpected. He often gets a tad bit meaner whenever heâs had a dreary workday and takes it out on her in some form or another. And regardless of how unhealthy all of it might seem, thereâs a crooked part of her brain that yearns for it; wants him to come to her whenever heâs upset. If sheâs utterly honest, the thought of him searching for solace in anyone else makes nausea creep up her bones. Â
For some reason, the firm pad of his thumb making her tongue feel heavy in her mouth placates her; turns her brain into a needy, dingy muddle in a way that only Rafe is capable of. Â
âShit, just needed something to suck on, huh?â He pushes down on her tongue, making her swallow around the digit with a whimper.  Â
âSo fucking pathetic sometimes, you know? Just take anything Daddy gives you,â a low-pitched chuckle thunders from his chest, seemingly amused by the ease in which she gives into him.  Â
However, thereâs also something gooey, syrupy beginning to whirl in the pit of her tummy. It reminds her of the countless times she was perched on the park swing as a little girl during the balmy summers of her childhood; thinking she could reach the fluffy clouds with the tips of her sneakers if only she could fly a little higher.  Â
âFeels nice to have something in your mouth, doesnât it?â He ogles at her, mesmerized with intrigue twinkling in the Carolina blue that has always made her think of the sky.  Â
She lets out a faint moan when he drags the digit out and then back in, making her gag around it; her hips involuntarily rutting against the growing bulge straining against the zipper of his pants, desperate for some sort of friction if even through the soft material of her sweatpants.  Â
âDidnât give you permission to move, did I?â He feigns confusion with a furrow of his brows that gets her to reluctantly halt her shifting.  Â
âDaddy, need your...â Her words are cushioned against the obstacle heâs planted between her teeth.Â
âCanât really hear you, Kitten,â he mocks before heâs pulling the thumb out of her mouth altogether.  Â
However, the next thing she knows, heâs stuffing in his index and middle finger both at the same time. They reach far deeper; a muffled sound of gagging following his actions as he seems to discover a perverted sense of satisfaction from her struggle. Â
"What did you say?" His lips twist into a cruel smirk when she whimpers pitifully and tries to draw away from him in order to catch her breath but his other hand only grips her jaw tighter, keeping her exactly where he wants as sheâs forced to breathe through her nose.  Â
âI think you can take it for a bit longer, yeah?â His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he simply stares, seemingly absorbed into the obscene scene before him.  Â
And she should feel embarrassed, demeaned even. And she does! However, the humiliation of letting him do whatever he wants as if sheâs nothing but a cheap toy for his entertainment blurs over the lines when her cunt throbs in response to his degrading attention. She flutters uselessly around nothing; powerlessly begging for some sort of alleviation with a whine that merely earns her a tut of his tongue.  Â
Therefore, the only thing she can do is sit there like an obedient animal because heâs already scolded her once. She hasnât turned entirely dumb just yet; knows firsthand how âDaddy doesnât like to repeat himselfâ and that the next time she misbehaves will result in a punishment her poor cunt probably wouldnât be able to handle in this helpless state of hers. Â
âDon't think you could take Daddyâs cock even halfway in this pretty mouth,â he mindlessly croons, thumb smoothing over the skin of her throat as she swallows the spit beginning to dribble down her chin.  Â
The thought manages to pique her curiosity because his cock has been at the forefront of her mind for a couple of weeks now, due to him constantly teasing her with the notion of letting her suck him off properly. He keeps murmuring about training her throat and fucking it raw but never actually doing it; merely allowing for her to drool and mouth over the tip because apparently, she's 'not ready yet'.  Â
Sheâs beginning to turn into something desperate because whenever she tries to take more of him into her mouth, he stops her with a click of his tongue and big hands lifting her head off him. âDonât be greedy now, Kitten,â heâd scold her but she's certain sheâs going to die if she doesnât get to feel his cock nudge at the back of her throat soon.  Â
âRayâŚâ she tries to fruitlessly speak but heâs not exactly making it easy as he keeps stroking against her tongue. However, she doesnât need to say anything. He knows what she wants.Â
âI mean, can barely fit into this tight cunt, donât know why you keep whining about wanting me in this mouth so bad. Donât think youâd even enjoy it that much. Itâs a lot, you know?â Thereâs something almost patronizing in the way heâs speaking to her as if heâs not the one who brought the idea up in the first place. Â
Itâs like heâs trying to talk her out of it yet his fingertips keep prodding past her gag reflex every few minutes, almost as if testing the waters before plunging in and itâs making her head spin.  Â
She whines and tries to defend herself but the digits fussing with the inside of her slobbery mouth donât allow for her to form anything audible as she begins to grow troubled. Â
âWhat was that?â The line of his mouth curls when he pokes deeper once more, causing her to moan with watery eyes pleading him for anything at this point.  Â
âSuch a dirty girl. Bet youâd like choking on my cock, huh?â He grunts and she hums in response; nodding fervently before heâs finally withdrawing his hand and smearing the spit-stained fingers against her pouty lips. Â
Theyâre both panting heavily as he gently swipes at her under-eyes in order to catch the teardrops ready to trickle down before petting at the apples of her cheeks with a tenderness reserved only for her.Â
âShit, always know how to make me feel better, donât ya?â He rumbles fondly against her mouth; following his saccharine words with a messy kiss soon after. Maybe he'll finally allow her to have what she so badly cravesâŚÂ
#I think he could cure me#my love for older men is unhealthy#but im just a girl#this was supposed to be v short but had too much to say ig#older!rafe#rafe cameron#rafe imagine#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe smut#rafe x reader#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron obx#older!rafe cameron#drew starkey#obx smut#obx fic#obx#obx fanfiction#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron blurb#sensitive!reader
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Teacher's Pet
Joel Miller x virgin f!reader
Summary: 25 years old, anxiety-ridden, and still a virgin, you ask your friend Joel for advice on your upcoming date. But you're more of a...hands-on learner. And he's more than happy to help.Â
Warnings: PWP, unbalanced power dynamics, virgin!reader, neighbor/bff/more experienced! Joel, age gap, first kiss, virginity loss, fingering, oral (f receiving), frequent check-ins, soo much banter and Joel is a menace also so soft and sweet :')....(ends on a cliffhanger but there will be a part two I swear).
w/c: 7.7k idk what happened
a/n: I am resurfacing for your monthly reminder that I do in fact still write!! Inspiration for this came out of literally nowhere but I took it and RAN with it and I think I like it?? As always, thank you to my baby love @undrthelights for helping me with this and always listening to my rambling and for being my biggest enabler Ilysm
Part Two
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"Fine! What if, hypothetically speaking of course, you were to, hypothetically, give me a, um, hypothetical, lesson or whatever." Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel your pulse throb in your neck pound in your ears. You slowly drag your hands away from your face and look at him. He stares right back at you, brows furrowed. "A what?" "Forget it. forget I said anything,â you mutter, shaking your head. "No no wait, hang on, what do you mean? A lesson? Like aâŚa sex lesson?âÂ
"Seriously, Joel. Fuck off" you snap but with no bite or heat behind it. You bring the sweating bottle of beer to your lips and finish the rest of the now lukewarm liquid off in one gulp.Â
"What? I just find it hard to believe that you've never even had a kiss. Didn't you go to high school? Didn't you ever get invited to a party? Didn't you go to college? College kids do the do like all the timeâÂ
"Clearly not all the time" you mutter, a tad bitterly.
Joel raises his hands defensively and takes a sip of his own beer. "Just seems crazy is all. There's gotta be some chick or dude out there willing to take pity on you and pop your cherry."
You audibly gag at his choice of words. "I don't need a pity fuck, thanks." You stand from the couch and head over to the fridge. The bottles of cold alcohol inside are calling your name and you want something that will help soothe your nerves. You're not a big drinker, but when Joel is prying into your love life like he is now, you wish you were.
"Okay,â he starts from the living room. âMaybe I worded that wrong. What I meant to say was, there's gotta be someone out there who would be more than willing to show you a good time."
You groan and let your forehead fall against the fridge door. "That's the whole point! I came here to get advice for my date, someone who might actually be interested in me, and all you've done is make fun of me for not having fucked anyone yet. So thanks, Joel. You're a real pal."
You push away from the fridge and slam the door shut, a second beer in hand.
"Alright, alright, calm down." He says, hands in the air as if you were holding him at gunpoint as you head back to the couch. "Look, if this guy really likes you then he's not gonna care. Probably won't even be able to tell if you are or aren't."
"You think so?" You ask hopefully.
"Well, I mean, unless you're like... super bad."
Your heart drops into your stomach and you glare at him, "Joel."
"Oh come on, I'm kidding. You're not gonna be bad, okay? Just, go into it with an open mind and just relax. If he tries something you're not comfortable with or makes you feel weird, tell him. And if he gets pissy, dump his ass."
"That simple, huh?" You scoff.
"Well, yeah. You're the one who made it complicated by thinking it was a big deal."
"It is a big deal, Joel! I know nothing!
"Nothing? You ainât ever watched porn? Jesus, I had no idea you were such a prude."
You can't stop yourself from rolling your eyes and slapping the back of your hand against his arm. He yelps and laughs, rubbing his arm.
"I've watched porn before" you retort.Â
"What kind?" he asks with a wiggle of his brows.
"None of your fucking business" you respond, feeling your face heat up.
Joel's lips quirk into a shit-eating grin and you're quick to smack him again.
"Okay okay, sorry!" he says through his laughter. "So what exactly are you afraid of?"
You're not really sure how to answer. It's a combination of so many things, most of which are irrational fears and insecurities. Sure you've seen it all done before, but you're well aware that none of it is realistic. At least, not completely. And just the fact that you're freshly 25 years old without a single notch in your bedpost makes you dizzy with anxiety. It's not like you're saving yourself or anything, it's just that hook up culture has never agreed with you and there's never been an opportunity that made you feel like it was the right one. That is until now, with your cute coworker who you thought was miles out of your league asking you out on a third date. And now, the prospect of being in bed with him is looming over you like a dark cloud and the last thing you want to do is mess it up.
"I guess, I'm just afraid that he's gonna be disappointed, or I'm gonna weird him out, or I'm gonna do something wrong and embarrass myself.â Joel nods along and listens. "And if it is bad then we still have to work with each other and then what if it's awkward and everyone knows about it and then he hates me and--"
"Okay, whoa slow down there, buddy" Joel says, putting a hand on your shoulder. "One, you're overthinking this. You're literally thinking like, five steps ahead of what's actually going on. It's a date. And even if it does end up in the bedroom, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. No one's forcing you, okay? He can't. No one can."
"I know, but I want to," you reply quietly.
"Alright. Then do."
"I don't know howwww!! " you whine, flopping backwards into the couch.
Joel groans and sits up a little straighter, scrubbing a hand down his face.Â
"Well, there's no magic trick, I don't have a secret sex manual I'm holding out on ya."
You sigh, shoulders sagging as you look over at him. The idea comes out of nowhere, well, not exactly from nowhere, but it pops in your head so fast that you then have to bite your tongue before the words bubbling up from your throat come tumbling out.Â
It's not a bad idea, not necessarily.Â
You've been good friends with Joel ever since you moved in next door last year. An unlikely pairing, a 40 year old contractor and an almost 25 year old office worker. But after offering him a six pack as part of introducing yourself to the neighbors, you'd gotten along fabulously. He fixes things around your house and you send him home with hot dinners and warm, gooey cookies and you watch movies together almost every Friday night.
 It's an easy friendship, open and honest and supportive, and Joel has never given you reason not to trust him. He's a good guy, if not a little brash, but you know deep down he means well. And it doesn't hurt that he's objectively attractive, with his tall and sturdy frame, strong, calloused hands, dark messy curls....It's not a bad idea.
It's an absolutely insane idea.Â
You continue to stare at him, clenching your teeth together to hold back the question sitting on the tip of your tongue.
"What?" he says, looking back at you.
"Nothing" you mutter, eyes flicking away.
"You've got that face you make when you're about to say something really stupid, so just get it out."
You glare at him again, not enjoying the way he can read you so well.
"I wasn't gonna say anything."
"Well now you're lying."
"I'm not."
"You're doing it again!"
"Doing what?!"
"That face!"
"I'm not making a face!"
"Yes you are! Just spit it out!"
You groan and hide your face in your hands. You blame it on the one beer even though you know youâre not anywhere close to being drunk because how else would you justify what youâre about to say? You wait a moment, thinking about the weight of it but your mouth opens before you can stop yourself.Â
"Fine! What if, hypothetically speaking of course, you were to, hypothetically, give me a, um, hypothetical, lesson or whatever."
Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel your pulse throb in your neck and hear it in your ears. You slowly drag your hands away from your face and look at him. He stares right back at you, brows furrowed.
"A what?"
"Forget it. forget I said anything,â you mutter, shaking your head.Â
"No no wait, hang on, what do you mean? A lesson? Like aâŚa sex lesson?âÂ
His eyes are wide, and he looks incredulous. You can't blame him, because the more time that passes between your suggestion and now, the more ridiculous the idea seems.
"Iâm sorry, that wasâŚIt was stupid. Pretend I didn't say anything. Let's just watch a movie." You move to grab the remote, but Joel's hand covers yours, stopping you.
"Is that what you want?"
You look at him, searching his expression for any sign of disgust or apprehension. But all you can see is the same Joel you've known for months, patient, warm, and understanding.
"I know. I know it's stupid. But I can't get this date out of my head, Joel. It's all I can think about and the more I do, the more worried I get and I just don't want to fuck it up. And I know we're friends and this is weird and gross, but I just thought that... maybe, I could have some practice, so to speak."
He doesn't say anything. Just keeps looking at you, the panic rising in your chest the longer the silence stretches. You start to fidget, wringing your hands together in your lap.
"I'm sorry, that was way out of line" you say, moving to stand up, your skin sweaty and hot with embarrassment and your feet ready to run out the door and never come back.Â
But Joel catches your wrist, gently pulling you back down to sit next to him.
"Joel" you whine, not wanting him to humiliate you any further.
"It's okay, come here."
His voice is softer than before, and his eyes are kind. You let him pull you closer, the two of you sitting knee to knee. You can't bring yourself to look him in the eyes, not with your cheeks and the tips of your ears burning like they are, but Joel doesn't push. He simply moves his hand from your wrist, sliding it into yours. His palms are rough and warm, and the simple touch alone is comforting.
"You really wanna do this?â he asks softly. You can feel his eyes boring into you. âI mean, I'm not exactly a prize winning catch. And it's not like there's a shortage of willing men out there."
You shrug and chew the inside of your lip.
"Yeah, but you're my friend and I...I trust you."
There's another pause, and you wish that you could just disappear into the couch and erase this moment from your memory.
"How drunk are you?" he asks, glancing at the beer bottle on the coffee table.
"You saw me finish one bottle. And half of another. Iâm barely tipsy."
"Not drunk?â
"Nope."
"You're gonna remember this tomorrow."
"Uh huh."
"And you still want to?"
You groan for the millionth time and squeeze his hand.
"Yes I want to! Look, if you don't want to then that's fine. It was just a dumb suggestion and we can just forget this ever happened."
He hums, considering your words. His hand slips out of yours, and you think that's it, you've scared him off and washed the friendship down the drain. That you'll have to hide from him from now on, that you'll have to pack your things up and move because the mortification would be too much, and that he'll hate you, andâ
His two fingers sliding under chin surprise you, and he tilts your head up. He's looking down at you with that same even expression, eyes big, soft, and warm as he slides his hand over to cup your jaw in his palm.Â
"If you want to stop at any point, just say so, okay? I won't be upset and we can go back to the way things were before. Got it?"
You nod, your throat suddenly too tight to speak. His thumb sweeps over your cheekbone, the tender touch is enough to make your heart skip a beat. Thereâs no way this is actually happening. That your first kiss is going to be with your 40 year old menace of a neighbor. That youâre going to, how did you put it, get a sex lesson from him. His gaze flicks down to your lips and back up to your eyes and youâre positive youâre no longer able to breathe.Â
"Can I kiss you?" he asks softly. You nod.Â
You're sure he can hear the thumping of your heart in his own ears as he leans down. His other hand comes to rest on your hip and when his lips touch yours, a soft, tentative pressure, you're not prepared for the electricity that shoots through you.
He's barely done anything and already you feel like you're floating. Your own hands reach out to clutch his shirt, keeping him close, afraid he'll pull away and leave you cold and wanting if you don't. But he stays put, pressing himself against you, his lips working gently against yours. You follow his lead, kissing him back while trying not to overthink it.
It's nothing like the kisses in the movies or the books, where fireworks explode behind your eyelids or where your foot pops up in the air. It's far more subdued, more quiet and subtle. But the warmth that pools low in your belly and the goosebumps that erupt on your skin when his tongue slides against the seam of your lips, light and quick, makes you absolutely melt.Â
He pulls back before you can really react, and you're left with a dizzying rush of both blistering desire and excruciating anxiety. You want to pull him back in and never let him go. But your heart is beating so fast you can hardly breathe, your nerves are buzzing, and the urge to run and hide is nearly paralyzing.Â
"Was it bad?" you ask tentatively, cheeks heated.
"No" he replies, giving your hip a squeeze as a smirk plays on his lips. "It was fucking awful. Worst kiss of my life"
"Shut up!" you hiss, pushing him away with a hand on his chest. He laughs, the sound easing some of the tension in your body.Â
"I'm just teasing" he says, voice dropping lower. "C'mere, we can work on it."
His lips find yours again, and you try not to smile into the kiss but it's hard when you can feel the way his lips are quirked up as well. It doesnât take much else to get you to relax and let yourself fall into the moment, into the gentle press of his mouth and the warm hands on your hip and your cheek. He swipes his tongue against your lips again, his fingers pressing lightly into the hinge of your jaw to tilt your head back and coax your lips apart.
You let him, sighing as his tongue glides across yours, hot and smooth and sweet. Your hands slide up his chest, finding purchase around his shoulders, and when you move forward, pushing yourself against him, he grunts softly but lets you. He kisses you until the both of you are gasping for air, and when he pulls back, his lips are wet and red and you're certain yours must be as well.
"Better?" you ask, a bit breathless.
"Getting there" he answers with, his breath warm where it fans across your cheek.Â
"You're such a liar" you say with a goofy smile.
"Yeah, I know. Now try again, practice makes perfect.âÂ
You roll your eyes but lean back in nonetheless. It's a bit more heated this time, the feeling of his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip making you squirm. His hand rounds over your hip, palm smoothing to the small of your back to pull you closer, the heat of his body radiating through your clothes and warming your skin. Your hands move on their own accord, no thought behind the action as they slide up to his shoulders and then his neck, your fingers finding home in the curls at the base of his skull. When you give them a slight tug, you're rewarded with a muffled grunt from Joel. Emboldened, you pull back, lips swollen and tingling.
"Youâre a good kisser,â you pant. "Is that something people usually say?"
"When itâs true" he says, grinning at you. "And since I know you're gonna ask, I'd say that was a C+, maybe a B-."
You scoff but blush furiously at the smile he flashes, his eyes crinkling in the corners.
"Well then, tell me what to do next. What do I need to know?"
Joel hums as he thinks for a moment.Â
"What do you want to do?"
You stare at him for a second, blinking.
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you" you say, shaking your head a bit.
"Well, how far do you want to take this?"
You swallow hard, suddenly feeling very shy. You canât deny that when the idea popped in your head it was accompanied by the mental image of you naked, spread out on his bed, but the actual act of asking him, or better yet, actually doing it is... intimidating to say the least. Are you really about to let him go all the way, to see you bare and vulnerable, let him pop your cherry as he would disgustingly put it? All just to âprepareâ for a date with a guy who might not even like you that way?
Yeah, probably.
"All the way" you answer. âI want to go all the wayâÂ
He doesnât pounce on you like you expected, doesnât press his lips against yours in a frenzied kiss that you had half hoped for. Instead, he simply looks at you, his brown eyes boring into yours, searching.
"Are you sure? You can always say no and you're not gonna lose me as a friend if this isnât what you actually want. I donât want you thinking that."
You can't help the laugh that bubbles up and slips out, because of course Joel, your kind, thoughtful Joel, would say that. He's a good man. A great one, even.
"Yes, I'm sure. But if you don't want to, I get it, I can just leave and-"
Joel laughs, the sound traveling up from deep in his chest, the rumble vibrating against you.
"Sweetheart, I wouldn't be doinâ this if I didn't want to. Just makinâ sure this is what you really want."
"I want it.âÂ
He squeezes your hip and swipes a thumb over your cheekbone once again.Â
âAlright then.â He nods, firm and resolute, and then looks around the room. â Weâre not doing it here, though. If you're getting the full Joel Miller experience, we're gonna do it right.âÂ
Your eyes roll reflexively, but your heart picks up its pace regardless.
"Iâm not gonna do anything if you call it that ever again."
"Fine, fine,â he relents. âLet me show you what a good, thorough fucking feels like. Better?"
Your jaw drops, and he's laughing at you, his body shaking with amusement.
"Fuck you" you grumble, shoving him away while trying to hide your coy smile.Â
"Yeah, that's what I'm hoping for," he says with a wide, self-assured grin.
"I'm leaving" you declare with a false sense of offense as you rise to your feet. Joel is quick to do the same and before you can take a single step away, he slips a finger through the belt loop of your jeans and tugs you back into him, wrapping an arm around your waist.
"Iâll stop, Iâll stop. I'm sorry" he says, not sounding it one bit.
You huff, but let him pull you closer until youâre pressed against his chest and you have to tilt your head back to look at him.
"Iâll be good. I promise."
"Liar"
"Well, yeah. But I can promise that I'll make you feel good."
You can't help the giggle that spills out and he kisses it away, his lips warm and plush and sweet against yours. The hand not resting on your lower back comes up, curling around the nape of your neck and keeping you close. You sink into him, and the fog creeps in again, dulling the rest of the world, making it seem fuzzy and distant, like the memory of a dream. All you can focus on is him, the warm solid weight of him against you, the strong arms holding you, the way his mouth moves against yours. And then heâs pulling back all too soon and you have to stifle a whine.
"Come on" he says, tugging at your hand.
His bedroom is dim, the little lamp on his nightstand and the faint glow of the moon through the curtains providing the only light. You swallow and take a deep breath as you step inside, your bare toes digging into the plush carpet, his hand warm and large where it grips yours.
He holds onto you as he sits on the edge of the bed. You step forward, letting him pull you between his knees. His hands settle on your hips, and you can feel their heat through the fabric of your shirt.
He doesnât ask if you're sure again and youâre grateful because youâre not sure if you could form any kind of response right now. Instead, he slides his hands up and under your shirt, fingers dancing across your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps. Your breath hitches as his hands smooth over your ribs and around to your back, the tips of his fingers mapping out the curve of your spine, skimming over each notch and bump. They climb higher, the fabric of your shirt bunching around his wrists.Â
âCan I take this off, baby?â
Your heart jumps to your throat but you nod anyway. He grabs the hem and tugs your shirt up and and you lift your arms so he can slip it off over your head. He tosses it aside, the fabric falling to the floor beside the bed. Youâre left exposed, vulnerable and bare, save for the worn out bra you wear, a few too many washes and a few years past its prime.
Your hands itch where they hang by your side with the instinct to cover yourself, hide the imperfections that you know so well, the stretch marks, the softness of your stomach, the way the cups of your bra are just a bit too small and spill over the tops.
But then heâs pressing his lips to the space just above your navel, his scruff tickling your skin and making the muscles in your abdomen jump and twitch. His hands find your waist again, and when his lips continue their path upwards, his palms follow, skimming up your sides, thumbs tracing the outline of your ribs before stopping at the band of your bra.
"This too?" he asks, voice quiet and husky.
"Yeah" you answer with a squeak, and he grins like a kid in a candy store.
His fingers undo the clasp deftness that makes your knees go weak, the straps slipping from your shoulders and the whole thing sliding down your arms, landing somewhere near your shirt.Â
"God, baby, look at you" he murmurs, his hands cupping the underside of your breasts, his thumbs sweeping over the tops and then down the slope and around your nipple. Your breath hitches, the gentle touch sending a shiver up your spine. "You're fucking perfect."
The praise is unexpected and it sends a jolt of heat through your core. You whimper quietly and his hands are on you again, the calloused palms rough on the soft skin of your breasts. He kneads the flesh, squeezing gently before rolling your nipples between his fingers, pulling and pinching and teasing.Â
He pulls you closer and ducks his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He looks up at you through his lashes, eyes dark and hooded, and his pupils blown wide with desire.
"Can I?" he asks.
"Please."
He leans in and wraps his lips around a peaked nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, the gentle heat of his mouth on your skin making your knees weak.
His mouth works on one breast, tongue flicking and teasing while his free hand continues its work on the other. Pleasure builds and coils deep inside, the sensation unfamiliar but certainly not unwelcome. You whimper and he pulls away, releasing your nipple with a wet pop before giving it a sweet parting kiss.
He turns his attention to the other, his teeth grazing over the stiff peak and drawing a whine from your lips. He sighs when your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling at the strands until he groans softly against you. He sucks your other nipple into his mouth, the flat of his tongue pressing against it and dragging up and around, swirling and flicking. Youâre already breathless, panting, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead.
"Feels good, Joel," you whisper shyly.Â
"I know, honey" he says, a soft smile pulling at his lips when he pulls away. "Feel good anywhere else?"
He doesn't wait for a response, simply slips a hand between your thighs, cupping you through the denim, the simple action making you squeak.
"Here, huh?" he says, the heel of his palm pressing against you.
You gasp softly and nod, biting your lip, too shy to say anything.
"Get on the bed, baby."
You comply, crawling onto the mattress and scooting backwards towards the pillows, sitting at the head of the bed as you watch him. His eyes never leave you as he pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Your heart thumps as you stare at his bare chest, his tanned skin dotted with a light dusting of salt and pepper hair. He's broad, his shoulders thick and chest solid. Your fingers burn with the urge to reach out and touch him, so you do, extending a tentative, slightly shaky hand.
He watches you closely, eyes flitting down to the palm pressed against his chest before meeting yours again, his mouth curling into a smile.
"You can touch" he says, reaching down to curl a hand around your wrist and bringing it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the center of your palm before guiding your hand back down to his chest. "I think most people would enjoy that."
"You're having entirely too much fun with this,â you mumble while your fingers spread out across his pec. Â
"It is fun" he counters, his own hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, thumb pressing against the seam of your jeans and rubbing up and down. "But it'll be more fun once these come off"
Your lips part, a puff of air rushing out.
"You gonna take them off?" you ask, the words slipping out, bold and unbidden.
He grins, his brow quirking up.
"Look at you, being all bossy"
"You like it" you say, finally feeling some of the anxiety slipping away, the familiar and comfortable banter between the two of you slipping into place in a new, unfamiliar situation.
His smile takes up nearly his whole face as moves closer.Â
âI sure do.âÂ
He looms over you, bracing himself on an elbow next to your head before ducking down to kiss you, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth, warm and insistent. You sigh into it, your hands finding the warm, bare skin of his back, muscles gliding beneath your palms as you slide them up and around, fingertips digging into his shoulders. He's so warm and solid and you can't help the little noise that slips out, a soft, needy moan. You're about to break the kiss and beg him to touch you, give you something, anything, but he pulls back before you can.Â
"Impatient. I like that too" he says, voice barely above a whisper.
He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then down your neck, his beard scraping against your skin. He continues his path, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones and down the valley between your breasts, his beard tickling your sternum.
His palm presses into the top of your thigh, and you instinctively open your legs for him, his hand immediately moving to cup you through the denim, thick fingers pressing against the seam and the bundle of nerves just below. Your hips rock up, seeking more pressure and he grins, entirely too pleased with himself right now.
You huff, and he laughs, the sound rumbling in his chest, but he relents, undoing the button and zipper of your jeans and tugging the fabric down, revealing the pair of pink panties underneath.Â
Joel sits up, pulling your jeans down your legs and letting them drop off the side of the bed, the sound of the denim hitting the floor indicating that you've officially crossed a line that neither of you can come back from. But if the hungry, desperate look on his face and the way you're practically vibrating underneath him are any indication, neither of you want to.
"I'll start with just my fingers, yeah?" he says, his hands running up the insides of your thighs, touch light and teasing, the tips of his fingers brushing the edge of your panties. You nod dumbly, at a complete loss for words right now.
He ducks his head, his lips landing on the smooth skin stretched over your hip bone. You squirm, ticklish, and he grins. His mouth is a great distraction from his hand, which has found its way back in between your legs, his fingers now pressing against damp fabric.
"Shit" he curses, his touch firm. "Fuckin' soaked already. Am I just that good?" he quips with a smirk.
"Jesus do you ever shut up" you gripe, but the effect is ruined by the whimper that escapes you when his thumb sweeps up, pressing hard against your clit.Â
"Oh, that's a pretty sound" he murmurs, repeating the motion to pull out another one, your hips bucking against his hand.
"Now," he starts, his tone shifting to the same one he uses when he's about to impart some life lesson. "This guy you're gonna see, or any man for that matter, should always take care of you before himself. That's just common fuckin' sense. And if he doesn't, you send him on his way" he continues. "Because a man that don't wanna see a woman get off is no fuckin' man at all"
You're about to interrupt, tell him he's an idiot and ask him to please, please, get on with it, but his fingers sliding under the elastic of your panties, swiftly pulling them down your legs steals the breath from your lungs. Your pulse sky rockets and you shift underneath him, crossing your thighs in instinctual effort to hide yourself from him.Â
"M'sorry I didn't shave or anything" you blurt out, your throat tight with anxiety and embarrassment once againÂ
Joel just shakes his head as he pries your legs apart.
"Baby, I could not give less of a shit about that."
"But-"
"No" he says, the word firm, an edge of command to his tone. "Youâre not apologizinâ for that. And if a man gives a shit, he's a fuckin' child who doesn't deserve the honor of bein' between these thighs" he says, pushing your knees further apart.
You nod and bite your lip, the words that are just so very Joel, settling in your chest and easing the tension in your body. You let out a long, slow breath and relax, trying to ease the nervousness.
"There ya go" he says, his fingers dancing along your slit, gathering the slick pooling there. You shudder at the gentle touch, your hips rolling up just a bit before you force them back down into the mattress, trying to keep yourself still.
"Nuh-uh. None of that" he says, immediately noticing the movement. He slides his free hand under you, his palm pushing into the small of your back and encouraging you to move again, to lean into your pleasure. "You take what you want, baby. Show me how good it feels. That's all I wanna see."
You squirm and whimper, the simple, almost lazy touch driving you insane. You've touched yourself before, brought yourself over the edge while imagining what it would be like to have the things you read about and watch in videos happen to you. But you've never managed to make yourself feel this good, never felt pleasure so intense, never felt a burning pressure in your abdomen so demanding that it radiates all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.
And he's barely touched you.
"How's that feel?"
You can't even form the words, so you just nod and hum, the sound a mix of a whimper and a moan, your hips rolling up against his palm. He chuckles, and then the pressure increases, the friction building, his fingers slipping down, collecting more of your wetness to ease the drag against your skin.
He moves his fingers down, down, down, the tip of one circling your entrance, gathering the wetness pooling there. You whine loudly, any shame and modesty you once had replaced entirely with desperate need and pure desire.
"Please, Joel" you whisper, voice shaky.
"I gotcha" he says, dipping his fingertip in, just barely, and pulling a moan from deep in your chest. "Gonna give you what you need"
You groan, a long, low sound as he slowly sinks his finger into you. It's nothing like your own, so perfectly thick and long/ And you found the spot before, the spot that he curls his finger up into, but never at this angle, never with the perfect amount of pressure that he's applying right now.Â
"Mmm, look at that" he coos as you clench tightly around his finger.
"Joel, god, feels so good" you whimper pathetically.Â
"I know, honey, I know."
You clench again, the cockiness and self-assured attitude that usually gets under your skin now ignites your whole body in an entirely different way. He keeps his eyes on your face, watching as your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth drops open, your head tipping back as the pleasure builds.
"Another" you beg, the fullness not nearly enough.
"Greedy girl" he chides, but he pulls his finger out, and slides two back in. You swear that you could come from this alone, but he doesn't let you, the hand that was supporting your lower back disappearing, only to reappear between your thighs, his thumb circling your clit with firm, steady strokes.
White hot pleasure wraps around the base of your spine, the dual sensations of his fingers and his thumb sending you spiraling. The sounds falling from your lips are unrecognizable, high and desperate as your mind goes blissfully blank, your entire focus on the heat coiling in your abdomen. Your eyebrows pinch together and you bury your face in the pillow next to your head, trying to hide the ridiculous expression you're surely making, but you inhale the traces of his shampoo and cologne that cling to the fabric, the scent pushing you even closer to the edge.Â
You try to hold back. Surely you're not supposed to come this quickly, not just from two fingers and a thumb. Surely that's a sign that you're an easy lay, or too inexperienced, or-
"Just let it happen, baby. I can feel it, Just let go" Joel says, his voice cutting through the thoughts racing through your mind, his fingers crooking inside you and dragging across the spot that makes your hips stutter and a cry fall from your lips.
You can't hold back any longer, the pleasure cresting and crashing down around you. You squeeze his fingers, your back arching, the heels of your feet digging into the mattress as you roll your hips up into his touch, seeking more and more and more. And he gives and gives and gives, working you through it and drawing it out for as long as he can before you melt into the mattress, bones and muscles liquid and warm and satisfied.
He pulls his fingers out, and the sudden emptiness draws a disappointed whine from you, his answering chuckle making you smile.
"That was- fuck" you sigh, not quite capable of coherent thought.
"Absolutely mind-blowing? Yeah I know" he teases. You roll your eyes but don't say anything because it's true, and his cocky grin fades into a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches you return to Earth.Â
"Can I- can I return the favor?" you ask, your gaze flicking down to the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
He grunts and shakes his head.
"Not yet. Got somethin' else in mind."
You frown and push yourself up onto your elbows, watching as he shifts from his position. You're about to ask what he's going to do until he's settling himself on his stomach between your thighs. You suck in a sharp breath as you realize exactly what he's got planned and your heart jumps, anxiety clouding your mind once again.Â
He rests his cheek on your thigh, his eyes meeting yours.
"Alright?"
You swallow and nod, licking your lips.
"Yeah. Just... no one's ever-"
"Yeah, I got that much, that's why we're here" he says, smiling smugly when you glare at him.Â
"But what if it's not good? Or I don't taste good? Or-"
"Stop" he says, the single word halting your runaway train of thought. "You need lessons in relaxing, not sex. You're so fucking tense all the time"
"Sorry" you say, immediately cringing.
He sighs, his breath ghosting over the skin of your inner thigh, making you shiver. "What did I say about apologizin'?" he says, his tone slightly sharp.
"I know. Sorry- shit, sorry! Fuck!"
He barks out a laugh and you huff, bringing up both hands to scrub over your face.
"See what I mean?"
"Yes, yes, you're very smart and know everything"
He hums and nips at your thigh.
"Damn right I do."
You want to snark back, but his mouth is moving, his lips trailing down the inside of your thigh and towards where you're aching for him, slick and wet and throbbing. He takes his time, laying kisses on your thighs, hips, and stomach, his scruff scraping the sensitive skin, huffing out a laugh when you start to squirm, your patience wearing thin.
His hands smooth over the soft flesh of your inner thighs, urging you to spread them wider before spreading you open with his thumbs, exposing you completely. You feel exposed, vulnerable, and the urge to close your legs and hide yourself from his gaze is overwhelming, the embarrassment making your skin burn. But before you can even think about closing them, his tongue is on you, sliding up the length of you and circling your clit. The moan that escapes you is embarrassingly loud and high pitched, but the mortification is easily swallowed up by the pleasure.
He hums against you, the sound and the feeling sending a shudder through your body. Your hands grip the pillow behind your head and you try not to buck up into his mouth, but your attempts are futile. He doesn't seem to mind though, in fact you think it spurs him on, his tongue flattening against you and lapping at you messily, the wetness he's coaxed from you smearing across his mouth and chin.
The sound is lewd and obscene, the sloppy, slick noises and the soft grunts and groans that rumble in his chest as he works you up. He pulls back, his breath coming out in pants, his chest heaving as he looks up at you, his eyes dark and hooded.
"Don't know what you were worried about" he says, his voice low and raspy. "You taste fuckin' divine"
His beard is shiny and damp, his lips glistening, hair messy from where your fingers were tangled in it. The sight of him looking so completely disheveled and filthy has you clenching around nothing, the ache almost too much to bear.
He doesn't say anything else, just ducks his head and gets back to work, his mouth moving with a renewed urgency, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them further apart, allowing him better access.
Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, a constant stream of moans and whines and babbling pleas and praises falling from your lips, but you're not really sure what you're saying, not really sure of anything except the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your veins.
You hear him moan, can feel the vibration against your skin, and you glance down at him, and that's a mistake. The sight of him, his eyes closed and brows drawn together in concentration, his cheeks hollowed out as he sucks and nips and laps at you andâ is he fucking grinding his hips into the mattress?
You're fucked.
A throaty moan tumbles past your lips as your hips start to rock, a rhythm forming as you chase your orgasm. His hands leave your thighs and he slides one arm up, the weight of it resting against your abdomen to keep you still while his other hand snakes down, fingers dipping inside again, finding the spot that makes you see stars.
"Fuck, Joel, please, oh my god, I'm so- please"
He groans in response, the hand on your stomach pressing down harder to meet the two fingers curling and stroking inside of you. You cry out at the increased pressure right as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud, his fingers moving faster and faster. Flames lick up your spine and spread throughout your body, threatening to burn you alive.Â
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, knocking the wind out of you and turning your limbs to jello. Wave after wave of blinding euphoria crashes over you and all you can do is cling to the pillow and arch your back, your toes curling as he continues to work his fingers and tongue, happily letting you ride his face and grind into his mouth.
He doesn't let up, not until you're a whimpering, trembling mess, physically pushing his head away when it becomes too much. He pulls back reluctantly, a wicked grin plastered to his face, his chin and mouth absolutely soaked. You're panting, struggling to catch your breath as the aftershocks make you shiver despite the content warmth spreading throughout your entire body.You feel sated and sleepy, a bone deep satisfaction making you feel boneless.Â
But as you come down from your high, rational thoughts start to filter in and you suddenly remember the reason this all started in the first place.
You're here to learn, he should be teaching you how to please a man.
How to please him.Â
You watch as he gets off the bed and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. Your eyes shamelessly rake over him, the dusty pink flush that decorates his neck and chest, the curve of his belly down to the impressive bulge in his jeans.Â
You push yourself up, ignoring the way your arms tremble with the effort. He looks at you, his eyes scanning your face no doubt looking for signs of distress.
"You ok?" he asks, eyebrows pinched together in his typical concerned Joel fashion.
"Yeah" you say, a little breathlessly. "But I still want to..."
Your voice trails off and you glance down at his crotch, hoping he gets the message.
"That's alright, baby. It's a lot, we don't-"
"No" you interrupt, a hint of desperation in your voice. "You said you would teach me. Please, Joel. I-I wanna learn" You hope it's a good enough cover to the fact that you really just want him, your original goal forgotten. "I just don't want to embarrass myself" you add, pouting slightly for good measure, praying to god that he canât detect the underlying want for him and him only.
He watches you for a moment, seemingly contemplating his decision. And then his eyes narrow, because of course he knows. There's never been an instance where you succeeded in lying to this man. He always, always knows when something is off.
"Alright" he says, a slow smile spreading across his face, something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. "Dick sucking class is now in session"
You groan, your face twisting with visible disgust.
"Oh my god, that was terrible."
"What? It's true" he says with a shrug.
"That is- no, no way. Never say those words ever again. Ever." you say, pointing a finger at him accusingly.
"Or what?" he challenges, taking a step towards the bed.
You gulp and lick your lips.
"Or..."
He waits expectantly for a response. You have none, so you just shake your head and look away.
"Yeah, that's what I thought"
You glare at him and then sigh.
"You're a bully"
"Am I?â He asks, taking a step back to give you more room. â 'Cause you're the one that asked me to teach ya. On your knees, kid. Let's see whatcha got."
You chew on the inside of your cheek, trying to suppress a grin. You don't know how he does it, but his ability to make a joke or a quip out of anything always has a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, even when the jokes are awful and the puns are terrible. Even when the joke is about you getting ready to suck his dick.Â
"You're a bully and a pervert" you say, sliding off the bed and sliding to your knees, the plush carpet doing a decent job at protecting your joints.
"And proud of it.â
"Pride is a sin."
"So is premarital sex, so I'll see you in hell, honey"
You snort and look up at him from your place on the floor, grinning widely.
"You're ridiculous"
"You love it"
And that's the thing, isn't it?
Because you do. You love his innate ability to make you laugh, to make you smile even when he's about to take your fucking virginity. He knows how to comfort you, how to put you at ease, when to push you with his teasing and when to pull back and let you take control. You've never met a person who has so effortlessly made their way into your heart.
And here you are, on your knees for him under the false pretense of practicing for a man who's name you can't even remember right now.
You shake your head, the motion clearing the thoughts and the emotions that were swirling in your head, the ones that make you want to stand up and kiss him, kiss him until your lips are numb and you're left gasping for air.
"Joel?" you say his name softly.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Teach me."
Part 2 is already in the works I promise hehehe thank you for reading I hope u all enjoy!!
#joel miller smut#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x you#joel miller one shot#joel miller fic#the last of us#tlou fic#joel miller#pedro pascal characters
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TEASER: ONLY IF YOU SAY YES (please say yes)
pairing: heeseung x fem!reader
genre: enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, angst.
word count: estimated 15k words. (currently 8k)
teaser wc: 748 words!
synopsis: having your enemy in your friend group was tiring enough, but having him shift into your apartment at the same time all your roomie friends had their clubâs exchange program? that was your final straw.
warning: the fic will contain 18+ content, minors dni.
a/n: hihi loves <3 sorry for the delay but the fic is getting longer than intended! so iâll just leave a little teaser as something to compensate while i finish writing. also, the given teaser is unedited, changes might be included in the fic <3
taglist is open! comment/send an ask to be added <3 (make sure to have your age visible on your blog! blank blogs will not be added to the tl)
With tiredness still evident in your eyes, you worked the stove on, grabbing a pot to heat up water, standing still as you took the support of the marble countertop, your palms lay flat on it as you stared at the packet of mint chocolate that was in the shelf in front of you, something that Sunoo possibly had forgotten to take with him.
âNot sleepy?â A husky voice made you gasp and turn around, caging you right in between the counter and Heeseung.
âFuck! You scared me,â you gasped at his shirtless figure, âwhy the fuck are you awake and why are you not clothed?â You asked, distressed.
âI heard noises from the kitchen so I obviously had to come over and check,â he said, tilting his head innocently right after, âI have to make sure the princess is safe, right?â
âI can very well take care of myself, thanks,â you huffed, waiting for him to move, which did not happen.
âOkay, then try pushing me away,â Heeseung said, a slight close-lipped smirk present on his face.
You simply made use of the little space to pour the hot water into the cup noodles, covering it with its lid.
âYou love these games too much, donât you?â You said, finally looking up to see his body right in front of your face.
With thick yet lean muscles, he stood tall, his clavicles visible in an attractive fashion as the dim lights of the room only enhanced the slight traces of his abs, making it evident that Heeseung included working out in his daily routines.
You gulped unknowingly, closing your eyes for a second before meeting him, only for his eyes to fall on your lips for a slight enough, just enough for you to miss it.
âNot gonna push me?â He asked, still playful, but with a gentle rasp in his voice.
âYouâre not appropriately clothed for me to touch you, Heeseung,â you said, trying to muster a bored, unimpressed expression, as if your ears werenât burning warm.
âWhy? Does skin to skin contact scare you now?â He challenged, âone touch is all it takes, babe.â
âOh lord,â you groaned, stretching your neck back, only to find Heeseungâs gaze more intense than ever, âfine, move.â
You placed your cold hand on his warm torso, right above his heart, and you could have sworn it was beating a tad bit faster than how a normal heart should be beating.
Pushing him was practically impossible, especially when he bit his lip and chuckled, not moving an inch despite your efforts. The room felt warm as you scoffed and retrieved your hand.
âCanât move?â He teased.
âIâm just tired, move.â
âOr, youâre just weak.â
âThatâs all you can do Heeseung, challenge a tired girl whoâs trying to eat.â You pushed him again.
âIâm strong, princess. Donât you see?â He pointed at his body, and you closed your eyes yet again, trying to convert your feelings into anger.
âYour body might be strong but your fucking ego is weak.â You said finally shoving him enough for you to move.
âNow, now. Thatâs wrong, princess.â He said, grabbing your cup noodles and testing your patience yet again.
Messing with you was one thing.
Messing with you while you were sleepy was another thing.
But messing with you while you were sleepy and hungry, that was war.
âGive me the noodles back you small dicked asshole!â You chased after him.
He stopped you easily with a hand, twirling you around and pulling you back, his bare chest pressed against your back.
âSmall dick, hm?â He mumbled, keeping the noodles on the counter beside you, dragging his warm fingers across your bare tummy, stopping right on your belly button, âit would go up to here, yeah,â he caressed the area before letting go of you.
You stood there, breathing hard as your cheeks burned with the implication of his cock in your cunt.
âHow do you even get women, all talk and no action?â You asked, walking back to your room with the noodles in your hands, avoiding the fact that you were completely flustered.
âOh Iâll show you all the action you need to see, princess,â he winked as you turned to look at him, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweatpants, âgânight, darling,â he smirked, walking away as you spent the night punching your pillow, eating your now soggy noodles.
Lee Heeseung was going to be the end of you.
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kinktober: cockwarming (john price x reader x simon in underground fighter au)
You're no fan of real-time violence.
Movies can never replicate its visceral realityâ the sharp metallic tang that clings to the air, mingled with salt and the bitter stench of the swill these local colors call beer. Even worse is having to be the one to patch Simon up with trembling, blood-slick fingers and your molars sunk into the thick of your tongue to keep your lunch where it belongs.
So when Simon sends you Price's way with a firm palm on your arse and his spit still warm on your lips, you're grateful. He'll keep ya busy.
You're not counting his blood money, if that's what he was thinking.
"Course not, love," Price says, the rings on his thick fingers glinting under the dim light overhead as he opens the door to his office. It smells of worn leather, polished wood, and layered on top is the heady aroma of tobacco, rich, unmistakable. (You will not stay if he lights one of those puppies up. You like your lungs how they are.)
"Tha's wha' the bill counter is for." You can feel the warmth of his palm seeping through your clothesâ a steady presence at the base of your spine, guiding you forward with a subtle push.
You'd expected him to let you pluck a book off the well-stocked shelf that's been beckoning you since you laid eyes on it and curl up on his couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders. Maybe even chat you up with small talk, ask about your week, school/job, and how you were adjusting to this new life.
Not with his broad front curling around your back, breath warming the shell of your ear, while you stare at the smooth, raised skin on his knucklesâ which is less furry than the rest of himâ in hopes that you don't fall apart around the thick of his cock. He's got a hand flat on the desk, small finger slanting to the side probably from where it healed wrong, and the other's signing off paperwork you couldn't even try to understand with a clear mind, much less one that's spinning from the sheer want for friction, relief.
Your arse pulses hot from where he'd reprimanded you earlier for squirming too much.
"Quite obedient. Simon's taught ya well." He hisses when you tighten up involuntarily, indignation cutting through the sluggish heat you've been burning in at his remark. Obedient. Taught. As if you're some kind of lap dog, yipping and rolling over for a treat. (Or in this case, a cock.)
"Easy, love. Jus' a joke." The hand he'd had on the desk comes to squeeze at the meat of your ribs, a small gesture, before weaving down to your cunt, fingers spreading, feeling how well split you are around his length, lips spread wide. "I'd hate f'you to turn my own guard dog against me, eh?" His apology comes in jerky little circles, smearing slick over your neglected clit, coarse hair of your mons coated milky white.
Each stroke of his fingers only bows your spine, winding it like one would a key on the back of a doll, your muscles coiling with tension, bodily response not your own after being denied release for god knows how long.
The sharp tap on the door goes completely unnoticed by you, but not Price. His pace remains steady, continuous, as Simon walks in through the door with crimson peppered on his cream wifebeater.
"John." Through bleary eyes, you see Simon settle in the chair across from you both, legs long, knuckles angry red and swollen as he palms himself over his denim. "Gaz may or may not 'ave goaded Soap into a fight."
Price's hand stops abruptly, desperation clogging your throat, the coil beneath your navel cranked so tight you might just scream. His voice rattles you from behind. "And?"
Simon's got his jeans bunched to his knees now, cock resting heavy atop his thighs, quads' ridges shifting as he gets comfortable. He might just be a tad bigger than what you've got sitting snugly against the plug of your womb.
"They're tumblin' outside, among civil folk. I doubt gettin' 'em out will be as painless this time 'round."
Price snarls and you find yourself empty, straddling Simon's hips, your inner thighs burning at the width. "Bloody fuckin'â," the sound of his belt buckle peters off soon after he walks out the door.
Your hands can feel Simon's shoulders flexing as he runs a fist up his length, eyes heavy lidded and focused on the creamy slick dampening your curls. His cock sits long on your stomach.
"'ave a seat, then." Amusement curls his lip, usual pink scar on his lip stretched silver. Your knees don't reach the cushion he's on properly, so you place your feet right above his own for leverage, legs folded tight.
His fingers dimple your waist as you lower yourself onto him, breath rushing out of your lungs as he fills you, aching, burning, a stretch you'll never really get used to, the pinch deep in your core causing discomfort to clump your lashes together until you're flush against him.
"Sit real pretty now. Gotta wait f'r Price t'give me my earnin's."
You're gonna rip his ear off with your teeth if you don't get to come soon.
"Claws in," he mutters, thumbing your pebbled nipple through your shirt. "Won't be too long."
(It was too long but worth every bloody second in the end.)
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đđźđđź is it ok to request a fic where jack starts trying to take care of the reader the way he sees his dad does? like maybe hotch is away from a case and reader gets sick or sad or idk, so jack takes it upon himself to be there for reader? like maybe he even starts referring reader with the same pet name hotch calls her? tysm!
like dad does
aw 𼚠cw; fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of sickness, fluff <3
you awoke with a gentle start; a trail of cold water trickling down the side of your face, pooling vaguely in your ear.
likewise, a more concrete sensation was set on your forehead - a cold compress. most likely a washcloth, and one that hadn't been wrung out too much at that.
but it was relieving, a delightful contrast from your burning forehead.
"oops," a small mumble came directly from your left ear, as well as a soft exhale of a breath. "sorry."
"jack?" you muttered, rather drowsily. you forced your eyes open, finding jack's sweet, concerned face beside you. "what're you doing?"
"i'm taking care of you." he explained softly, his tone so nonchalant as if it were the most obvious and simplest thing in the world. he reached forward, adjusting the top of the blanket that was draped overtop you. "like dad does. he put the washcloth on you yesterday, you 'member?"
he was right; you were on day two, maybe three? of a nasty bout of the flu. quite honestly you didn't know what day it was, they all blurred together, and your scattered sleep schedule didn't help. you offered him a nod.
"thank you." you gave him a small, closed mouth smile. if it weren't for the germs, you'd reach out to touch his cheek. you sat up a bit from your position in bed, your voice hoarse. "where is your dad?"
"a meeting."
your eyebrows furrowed, the facial movement burning your sinuses. "he's home?"
jack nodded, "he's in his office, but he said it might take a long time. so that's why i'm helping you feel better."
his face brightened a bit, as if a realization struck him. he reached into his pant's pocket, retrieving a few cough drops he had shoved in there, dropping them onto your blanket covered chest.
"i'm sorry i can't make you soup." jack apologized, solemnly as his shoulders dropped. "but i'm not allowed to use the stove."
your face softened, the weak smile resurfacing. "that's okay bud, don't worry. you can help dad make some later when he's done, how 'bout that?"
he nodded enthusiastically, before hoisting himself onto your bed.
"hey no no no, i wouldn't," you protested gently, your heart also melting at his action. "i don't want you getting my germs."
"if i get sick i get sick." that's the same thing aaron had said, multiple times, when he insisted on getting into bed with you earlier. jack scooted somewhat close, staying mainly on his father's side of the bed.
"and if i get sick, i don't need to go to school."
you laughed softly, but finding yourself too weak to argue, you did the only thing you could - go right back to sleep.
it was restless; you were in and out of slumber, and could roughly process jack getting up here and there - solely due to the distant sensation of the washcloth leaving and returning to your forehead, dampened once more.
and once aaron's meeting had ceased, he went in to check on you, and was pleasantly surprised, and touched, to see jack accompanying you.
you were out, with jack diligently watching over, while also keeping himself busy - his sketchbook and colored pencils were scattered amongst the bed.
"how's it going?" aaron asked him from the doorway, the door producing a sharp creak as he pushed it forward a tad.
"good. i brought cough drops, the washcloth, and made sure she got lots of rest. just like you did." jack continued to draw as he spoke, before his head shot right up. "can we make soup?"
"sure buddy," aaron nodded, a tinge of pride pulling at his heart. he tilted his head towards the hallway, and jack immediately scrambled off the bed. "c'mon."
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SHE. | p.sh
check your window, he's at your window...
wc: 1k
content: this is strictly for the bitches that are sick & afraid of their own mind like ME, little to no dialogue, stalking, dub con/non con, hitting, choking, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, etc etc...
a/n: I recommend listening to "she" by tyler the creator while you read. this work was written with that song in mind, hence the name. ideas, constructive criticism, and compliments are always welcome. thanks for reading <3
It rained all day. streets slippery with rainwater and mud, the earth outside your window was the same. big, chunky, steel toed boots sinking in the ground beneath them. he should've been more careful, removed his boots before he came in. maybe then he would've spared you the horror of finding muddy footprints inside of your home.Â
he was sure that would be the last time he saw you. that you'd do the most obvious thing and call the police, tell them about the footprints, the squeaking floorboards in the middle of the night, the letters. or that time you woke up unexpectedly, peeked out the window to find him there.Â
had he not blinked, you probably wouldn't have known. you wouldn't have screamed either, forcing him to flee.Â
had he been in his right mind, he would've stopped hanging outside your window then. had you been in your right mind, you would've made sure your blinds were shut before you slept. you would've called the police.Â
instead, you made him greedy. wanting to believe you might actually feel the same way, the notes became more frequent, longer, more passionate. he'd watch you read them too, swearing he could see a smile on your face each time you read one. swearing he might actually have a chance with you.Â
he knew it when you made it easier for him to get in. he knows you purposefully left your back door cracked. in fact, he watched you. watched you contemplate between locking it, leaving it unlocked, or keeping it just a tad bit open.Â
endless nights of following you home, memorizing your routines and schedules, watching you sleep, watching you unknowingly undress in front of your window, even those nights when you touch yourself under your covers, writhing and squirming until you finish.Â
all those nights have finally paid off. he thinks that maybe, it was fate that he left those footprints on the floor outside your bedroom. after all, youâve finally accepted him.
so why are you screaming?Â
he couldn't figure out why you weren't happy to finally see him. why you were so surprised when he told you that you two would be together soon. he didn't understand why you fought him off either.Â
he watched you frantically reach for your cellphone on your dresser, and had you not been shaking so much you probably could've made the call while you had him stunned. but your mistake gave him enough time to recover. he made sure to break it before he came back for you. large hands covered by black gloves dragging you back to your mattress, forcing you on your back.Â
he'll never forget the way you looked at him. eyes wide as if you've seen a ghost, body trembling yet frozen in your fear, frantically trying to make your eyes adjust so you can see the figure above you.
frozen when he reached into his pants, eager to finally be inside you after weeks of watching and waiting, after dealing with your endless teasing. you'd mumbled a plead for him to wait that fell on deaf ears, sunghoon too occupied with getting his cock free and forcing your legs open.Â
"wait! w-wait! don't!"Â he'd heard that one, but it was weak, barely audible even. had you really wanted him to wait or even stop, you would've screamed like you did just minutes before. you would've made it harder for him to force your hands away.Â
you wouldn't have put on this skimpy little night gown either. you made it too easy for him for him to shove a hand between your legs and push the damp fabric to the side. didn't even try to hide your ecstasy when he finally got himself inside you.Â
it was all he dreamed of and more. so much better than sneaking in under the guise of the night and getting off by himself after pulling your covers back. never once did he think he'd actually be on top of you, buried deep inside of your cunt instead of using your hand while you're sleeping.
much different to see you squirming, mouth hung open as you release sounds of pleasure despite your feeble attempts at trying to resist. your legs kick in the air, arms pressed to your chest as sunghoon keeps up with his ruthless thrusting. he's used to having you so easily pliant, and at his disposal.Â
didn't expect you to be so coy, instinctively moving to cover your chest as if he hasn't seen everything already. he surely didn't expect you to reject his kiss just moments after, going as far as biting him.
"fuck!"
it makes him draw back, the metallic taste in his mouth making him realize you actually drew blood. it infuriates him, and his hand cocks back and comes across your face before you have time to dodge. he wraps a hand around your throat to serve as a warning, thumb and forefinger squeezing around your artery.Â
it's just enough to force you into submission for the time being. enough for sunghoon to lean back in and kiss you properly this time. sloppy open mouthed kisses against your lips, leading down to your chest. he makes sure to leave marks along the way. whether its around your neck, across your chest, at your hips, your wristsâ anywhere to make sure you don't forget this eventful night.Â
his thrusts are rough enough to do the same, sure to leave you sore in the morning, maybe even the days following.
he only lets go of your neck when tears form at your eyes and you begin to claw at his wrists. a loud gasp fills the air, followed by a choked and frantic "stop, stop!"
had you not began to convulse beneath him and cry out sounds of pleasure in the immediate seconds following, he just might have.Â
he has to swallow back a laugh when he glances between your legs to where the two of you meet. skin of your thighs and the fabric of his jeans saturated in your orgasm. all the more reason for him to believe you want this just as much as him.
he's just a few more thrusts behind you, stifling back his own groans as his hips begin to stutter, cumming inside of you without warning shortly after.
this is something heâll truly never forget. heâll make sure you donât either.
just as long as you continue to keep your door open.
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Iâm Gonna Wife You Up
Max Verstappen x best friend!Reader
Summary: in which your best friend wins his first World Driversâ Championship, proposes through text, and confesses his feelings for you ⌠in that order
Itâs just after 2 am when your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You groan and roll over, squinting at the bright screen. A new text from Max. You canât help but smile as you open it.
Ik im drunk but listen
Im gonna wife you up one day
Thats all
Good night
You laugh out loud at the drunken confession, shaking your head fondly. Leave it to Max to make even his most romantic statements sound completely ridiculous.
The two of you have been inseparable since you were kids racing in karts together. As his career skyrocketed into Formula 1 and global fame, you were always there by his side as his best friend and perpetual voice of reason.
Well, most of the time anyway.
As you type out a teasing response, another text comes through.
Wait no
Im coming over
You barely have time to process it before your phone starts ringing, Maxâs goofy grinning face flashing on the screen. You accept the FaceTime call and he immediately starts rambling.
âY/N! Y/N listen. I just won the fucking World Championship! Can you believe it?â
âYes, I can actually,â you chuckle. âI was there, remember? Sitting right in the garage.â
âOf course you were! Youâre always there,â he slurs, words running together. âMy biggest supporter. My good luck charm.â
âI think you might be overestimating my involvement a tad there, buddy.â
He shakes his head adamantly. âNo way. I couldnât do any of this without you, yâknow? All those years of you kicking my ass in the karts, pushing me to be better ...â
You scoff. âOh please, you were always the better driver. I just got a head start.â
âThat has nothing to do with it! Youâre just crazy talented. Why dâyou think Iâve kept you around all these years?â
âGee, thanks.â You roll your eyes, but youâre smiling. Drunken banter with Max is one of your favorite pastimes.
Suddenly, thereâs a loud banging on your door. You jump, staring at it in confusion.
âY/N? Y/N you home?â Maxâs muffled voice calls from the other side.
You glance back at your phone to see heâs now wandering down the hallway, FaceTiming you from outside your hotel room. Of course the idiot wouldnât think to simply text you a heads up.
âMax! Iâll be right there, just stay put for once in your life.â
You hurry to the door and swing it open. There he is, leaning against the wall in a rumpled dress shirt and loosened tie, phone raised as he grins at you proudly. You canât stop the grin that spreads across your own face at the sight of your best friend, for once totally carefree after years of endless pressure and scrutiny.
âHey champ,â you tease, stepping aside so he can stumble into your living room. âNeed me to give you a hand there?â
âIâm good, Iâm good.â He waves you off, somehow managing to trip over his own feet and crash onto your couch. You wince as he lets out a groan.
âYeah, you seem totally fine.â
âShut up,â he mumbles petulantly, making you laugh.
You move to stand over him, arms crossed as you drink in the sight. His dress shirt is untucked and half unbuttoned, tie completely askew. His carefully styled hair is now a tousled mess, a few stray strands falling over his bright eyes. Despite his drunken state, an almost giddy smile plays at his lips.
âWhat?â He asks, catching your fond gaze.
You shake your head. âNothing, Iâm just ⌠Iâm really proud of you, Max.â
His grin widens and he grabs your hand, tugging you down to sit beside him on the couch. âI did it, didnât I? I actually fucking did it!â
âYou did.â You squeeze his hand, hardly believing it yourself. âWorld Champion at just 24 years old. You deserve this so much.â
He sobers a bit, blue eyes shining intensely as he holds your gaze. âI couldnât have done it without you though. Youâve been there every step of the way. Through all the good times and the bad ...â
You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off.
âNo, shhh. Let me say this.â He takes a deep breath, seeming to struggle to find the right words. âYou ⌠you always believed in me. No matter what. Even when I didnât believe in myself, even when everyone was writing me off and calling me arrogant or reckless ⌠you were always there to pick me up and set me straight.â
His gaze drops briefly before locking with yours again. âYou donât know what that means to me, Y/N. To have someone like that, someone whoâs always got your back no matter what. Who calls you on your bullshit but also hypes you up more than anyone. I honestly donât know if Iâd be here without you.â
Your throat feels tight as you blink back unexpected tears. Youâve never seen Max be this open and vulnerable before. You reach up impulsively to brush that stray lock of hair from his forehead, making him catch his breath.
In a burst of uncharacteristic boldness, you decide to be just as honest with him. âMax ⌠you have to know how I feel about you after all these years. How much you mean to me.â
He swallows hard, eyes flickering down to your lips for a moment. âThen show me.â
You search his gaze, trying to gauge if this is really what he wants, if heâll regret this in the morning when heâs sober. But beneath the alcohol-induced haze, you see only sincerity and a longing youâve secretly shared for so long.
So you lean in slowly, cupping his stubbly jaw in your palm as your lips finally meet his in a kiss youâve dreamed about for years. It starts soft and tentative, exploring each other in this new territory. But it doesnât take long for the heat to rise between you, years of built up tension boiling over.
His hands come up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as he angles his head for deeper access. You let out a soft whimper against his lips, reveling in the feeling of finally having Max like this, all yours. He inhales sharply at the sound, like he canât quite believe this is real either.
You pour everything into that kiss â your friendship, your inside jokes, and countless shared memories. All the pride and protectiveness, the unspoken words youâve held back for so long.
And Max gives it all right back to you tenfold, kissing you with an undeniable hunger and passion reflective of the fierce determination thatâs shaped him into a World Champion.
When you finally have to break apart for air, youâre both panting softly, chests heaving. Max rests his forehead against yours, eyes shining with an unmistakable tenderness.
âI meant what I said, yâknow?â His voice is low and gravelly. âI really am gonna wife you up one day.â
You let out a watery chuckle, feeling deliriously happy and overwhelmed all at once. Only Max could make a drunken proclamation like that somehow sound so sweet and natural.
âIs that a promise?â You murmur against his lips.
He captures them in another searing kiss, sending tingles down your spine.
âItâs a goddamn certainty, schatje.â
Max wastes no time in deepening the kiss, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to explore your mouth hungrily. A low groan rumbles in his chest as your fingers tangle in the short hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him even closer.
âMax ...â you breathe out between heated kisses. âWe should ⌠move this ⌠to the bedroom.â
He answers by nipping at your bottom lip teasingly before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline.
âBed ⌠good idea ...â he mumbles against the sensitive skin just below your ear, making you shiver.
Before you can protest further, Max is clumsily maneuvering to straddle your lap on the couch, never breaking the fevered kiss. You canât help but giggle at his drunken lack of coordination as he nearly topples the both of you to the floor.
âSmooth moves there, champ,â you quip breathlessly.
He leans back with a devilish smirk, blue eyes sparkling mischievously. âYou know me, schatje. Iâm a regular Casanova.â
You snort at that. âIs that what theyâre calling it these days?â
His grin widening, Max suddenly lurches forward to blow a raspberry right on your neck, making you squeal with laughter.
âMax! Youâre too drunk for this, you idiot.â
âNever too drunk for you,â he husks in that low, rumbly tone that sends tingles down your spine.
Before you can formulate a response, his nimble fingers are stumbling through undoing the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric aside to bare his toned chest to your roaming gaze. You canât resist reaching out to run your palms over the skin, relishing in the firm muscle and light sprinkling of hair.
Maxâs eyes slip closed, head falling back slightly as he savors your touch. âThatâs it ⌠been waiting for your hands on me for years.â
You swallow hard, suddenly very aware of how real this is, how youâre both finally crossing that line after harboring secret feelings for one another for so long. Before you can overthink it, Max is tugging insistently at the hem of your t-shirt.
Meeting his heated gaze, you raise your arms obediently to allow him to undress you. His hooded eyes darken further as more of your skin is slowly revealed to him, lingering reverently on your body in a way that makes your cheeks flush. Youâve never felt so wanted, so desired.
Once your shirt is tossed carelessly aside, Max leans in to capture your lips in another smoldering kiss, hands roaming across the newly exposed skin of your lower back and sides. You sigh into his mouth, arching shamelessly into his touch like youâve been craving for ages.
In one fluid motion, Max hooks his arms beneath your thighs and stands from the couch, your legs instinctively winding around his waist as he hauls you up against his chest. You canât help the startled laugh that escapes you, breaking the kiss.
âMax! What are you doing?â
âTaking you to bed, of course,â he rumbles, already stumbling in the direction of your bedroom. âCanât very well have my way with you on that tiny couch, can I?â
You shake your head at his forwardness, kissing along the sharp line of his jaw. âIs that so? And just what did you have in mind for this bed of mine, Mr. Verstappen?â
He shivers at your teasing tone, finally reaching the edge of your mattress and unceremoniously tumbling you both down onto the plush comforter. You let out a rather undignified squeak as Max lands half on top of you, quickly rolling to pin you beneath him.
Any snarky remarks you may have prepared immediately die on your lips when you take in his appearance â shirtless and slightly disheveled, those incredible eyes dark with undisguised want, pink lips parted enticingly. Heâs never looked more gorgeous.
âYou really wanna know what I have in mind?â Maxâs voice is low and husky, making something deep within you tighten with anticipation. He leans down to trail scorching kisses along the sensitive column of your throat. âIâm gonna take my time exploring every single inch of you, liefje. Mapping out all those gorgeous curves of yours ...â
He punctuates the words by rolling his hips firmly against yours, allowing you to feel the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your core. You canât stop the whimpery moan that falls from your lips at the delicious friction.
Max grins wickedly against your neck. âThatâs it, make more of those pretty sounds for me ...â
You tangle your fingers in his tousled hair to tug his mouth back to yours, unable to resist tasting him again. The kiss quickly turns heated and desperate, all tongue and teeth, both of you pouring out years of built up longing. Your hands roam feverishly across the broad expanse of Maxâs back, committing every ridge and plane of muscle to memory.
Growing impatient, you begin tugging impatiently at Maxâs belt buckle and zipper, making him break away with a breathy chuckle.
âFuck, youâre eager tonight, arenât you?â
âYouâre one to talk,â you shoot back cheekily, finally popping open the button and shoving his jeans down over his narrow hips. âPretty sure you proposed to me, like, thirty seconds after our first kiss.â
He sobers somewhat at that, eyes shining with sincerity as he holds your gaze. âI meant that. I really do want to spend the rest of my life with you.â
Your heart flutters wildly in your chest at his words, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. âMax ...â
He cuts you off by capturing your lips in another bruising kiss, effectively robbing you of coherent thought. When he rocks his hips again, you realize with a start that the last shred of his clothing has disappeared at some point during your heated exchange.
You break away with a shaky gasp, drinking in the sight of his fully naked form above you. Despite having seen him undressed countless times in a purely platonic context â in his driverâs rooms before races, passing showers when staying over at his apartment, that one incredibly awkward encounter in the Red Bull cold tub after the Singapore Grand Prix earlier this year â youâve never truly taken the time to appreciate Max like this, to openly admire his body and all its lean lines and toned muscle definition.
âSee something you like?â His teasing lilt snaps you out of your dazed reverie.
Cheeks flushing hotly, you lick your lips unconsciously before nodding slowly. âVery much so.â
His gravelly chuckle makes something low in your belly stir. âThen letâs get you out of these.â
Max tugs at the waistband of your leggings, helping to shimmy them down your legs and tossing them carelessly aside. You instinctively move to cover yourself with your arms, suddenly feeling very exposed. But Max just shakes his head slowly, emerald eyes raking over your body with naked reverence.
âDonât,â he murmurs huskily, gently pulling your arms away. âYouâre fucking stunning, every last inch of you.â
His worshipful tone makes you feel beautiful and powerful in a way you never have before. You keep your eyes locked on his, feeling utterly weightless as Max leans down to trail hot, open mouthed kisses along your collarbone and down the valley between your breasts. He takes his time exploring and tasting every inch of newly uncovered skin, relishing in the breathy whimpers and moans he draws from you freely.
But as his mouth moves lower, lavishing attention on the soft curves of your belly and hips, you begin to notice a subtle change. His movements are growing slower, more sluggish, those previously sharp nips and licks turning sloppier.
And when you tangle your fingers in his tousled hair to provide some gentle guidance, Max lets out a long, low grumble of contentment ⌠followed swiftly by a rumbling snore.
You blink down at him in surprise, hardly able to believe it. This absolute idiot, this drunken oaf of a World Champion ⌠has fallen straight to sleep on top of you, fully nude and still nestled between your parted thighs.
A burst of laughter bubbles up from your chest, loud and borderline hysterical. You shake your head slowly at the ridiculousness of it all, hardly caring that the moment has been completely ruined.
Because somehow, of course this would happen to you. Only Max could seduce you to within an inch of your life before passing out entirely mid-foreplay.
Typical.
Still, you canât quite smother your fond smile as you gaze down at his slack, boyishly handsome features, completely relaxed in peaceful slumber. Even sloshed and wasted, he looks almost unbearably sweet like this â finally free of the perpetual weight of stress and pressure he usually carries on those strong shoulders.
âOh Max ...â you murmur affectionately, smoothing back the tousled chestnut strands from his forehead. âOnly you could make me go this disgustingly gooey, even when youâre being a drunken mess.â
With a rueful shake of your head, you began the arduous task of gently maneuvering Max to roll off of you and onto his back beside you on the bed. He lets out a disgruntled grumble at the movement, snuffling adorably into the pillows as you tug the comforter up over his naked form.
Once he seems as settled and comfortable as heâs likely to get, you study his slumbering features for another lingering moment. God, he really is beautiful, inside and out. And heâs all yours now, in a way youâve only dreamed of for years.
Smiling to yourself, you scoot closer until youâre nestled against his side, head pillowed on his muscular chest. You revel in the feeling of Maxâs strong arms instinctively wrapping around you, holding you close even in sleep.
With a contented sigh, you let your eyes drift closed, safe in the knowledge that youâll be able to wake up like this tomorrow â and hopefully every day after that for the rest of your lives.
Just before slipping into peaceful dreams yourself, you canât resist pressing one last featherlight kiss to the hollow of Maxâs throat.
âI love you, my World Champion,â you whisper against his skin.
Max just smiles that brilliant sunny grin in his sleep, pulling you tighter against him. And really, thatâs all the answer youâll ever need.
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toji has an oral fixation.
oh, how he loves having his mouth on you. it's one of his favourite pasttimes; no matter whether it's making out and sucking on your tongue, or trailing his scarred lips over the side of your neck, pressing warm kisses against your jaw and pulse point like it's the only thing he knows. he loves having his mouth on your nipples, too. wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud and watch you arch into him while he plays with the other. he loves littering your chest with hickeys and he loves watching them bloom. his marks on you, from his mouth â it drives him wild. and last but not least â he loves giving you head. slobbering all over you, covering you in his saliva as he tries to devour you whole. feeling you cum on his tongue? absolutely nothing can compare to the sensation of that. nothing.
he loves the way you taste, he loves the way you sound, he loves the way you writhe under his burning touch. you're sweeter than anything else he's ever had and he simply can't get enough of you. he'll have you in every way he can, in every way you'll let him.
toji also loves sucking on your fingers.
of course, he'd be a little (read: very) ashamed to admit that out loud, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like it. there's just something so freeing in the way you let him melt into you, the way you don't tease him for wanting to let go. he wants to feel good, too. he wants to give up the power and just feel.
it is new to him though; you were always the one with his fingers in your mouth, so having the roles reversed, toji does feel a little small. in the best way possible.
having you on top of him, sitting perfectly on his stomach with your one hand firmly on his chest and the other caressing his face, toji can't help but feel himself twitch in his sweats. his mouth salivates at the sight of your cunning little smile and the twinkle in your eyes as you purr about how good he looks under you. he doesn't argue.
the tips of his ears burn and his adam's apple bobs, feeling your fingers tracing over the scar on his lips. his hands hold onto your waist like you're about to take flight, his strong grasp bruising your soft skin, making you let out a quiet moan. toji's hips buck upward and he watches your smile widen.
"open up, baby..."
your voice might also just kill him. it's sultry and still brimming with love, you're gentle and just a tad bit teasing â it's the perfect combination. toji's lips part without an objection, his mossy green eyes glued to yours as they do the same.
you push two fingers in and hum at the overwhelming warmth that envelops them immediately. toji's chest rumbles with a groan of his own at the way you run them over the sharp edges of his canines. leaving yourself a little closer to them, you place a kiss to his cheek while holding your fingers to his tongue, pressing it down as you slide them further into his mouth. toji holds back a gag and lets his eyes fall shut; your scent fills his nostrils and the way you're now nuzzling your face into his is not making any of this any less erotic.
finally toji's lips close properly around your fingers and he feels you smile against his skin. and then he feels your hips grinding ever-so-slightly on his stomach and now he really feels like he's losing his mind. you're all over him, but what gets him the most is that none of this is the usual 'sex stuff'. he's always been open to experimenting, he's willing to try just about anything you'd ever want to with a few eyelash flutters and a few pretty 'please's', but this? this is something else.
for starters, you're both still fully clothed. clad in your most basic pyjama, you're making him more turned on than he's ever been. and he's just so, so used to be the one in control, to be the one on the top â so submitting to you feels foreign, but so fucking good. you're making him discover things about himself that he never could've even dreamt about. him sucking on your fingers while you're humping his abs? oh, you'll kill him one day for sure.
but he's not complaining.
his tongue swivels around your two fingers as he begins to push and pull your hips to help you grind against him. you lick the side of his face, covering him in your saliva before pulling back just a little to look at him. below you, with your fingers in your mouth â he looks fucking extraordinary. you feel over the moon about the fact that he feels comfortable enough with you to let you have your way with him. you're utterly thankful for the glorious sight and you will most certainly reward him for it as well.
there's a soft squelch when toji hollows his cheeks and sucks on your digits. a sickeningly sweet coo spills from your lips and his eyes crack open; your gazes meet and you swear his whole body twitches under you. his hold on you gets tighter, his fingers sinking in deeper and you can't help but wonder how big of a mess he might be making in his sweats.
spit makes his lips glisten under the light emitting from the tv; shadows of the long forgotten movie dance on his skin, the whispers getting muffled by the sounds that he keeps making. he doesn't feel as embarrassed anymore, slowly succumbing to the hazy feeling in his head. he's addicted, he wants more and more and more.
and as if on cue, you force your fingers deeper down his throat once more, eyes set on the way his own roll right back into his head. his head dips forward, sinking into the pillow behind him and giving you the most beautiful view of his blooming neck. you're matching â he marks you up and you do the same. it's love.
pulling your fingers with a 'pop', a whine slips from toji but before he can really complain about it, you press your mouth to his. your lips smack together as you cradle his face with your spit-covered hand, tugging him closer and closer. his big arms wrap around your middle as he pulls you flush to him, moaning into your mouth when you decide to suck on his tongue in turn.
he can taste your desire, the need to make him feel good and to take care of him as you push yourself further into him. toji feels like he's about to explode. he wants to kiss, he wants to feel your fingers again, he wants to make you cum, he wants to make love to you.
hovering just above his face, you bring your hand back to his mouth and grant him his wish. he doesn't need to say it out loud, you know exactly what he wants and what he needs. slipping your index and your middle finger between his lips, you both groan at the feeling.
you give him a smile and butterflies bloom in his belly. you give him a peck while still having your fingers in your mouth and cum seeps through his sweats.
toji fushiguro is a weak, weak man and you have him wrapped around your pretty little fingers.
literally.
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i prefer it, actually
summary: after being called in the middle of the night, megumi comes over to take care of you while you're drunk
[ loner!megumi x popular!reader ]
cw: college au, f!reader, sorority!reader, pure fluff, intoxicated reader, party but mostly going on in the background, throwing up, aged up characters
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âHello?â Megumi answered the phone in a confused haze, the blaring ringtone waking him up from his deep sleep.
âMegumi? I think you should come down here.â The voice that greeted him wasnât one he recognised, and his confusion only strengthened when he checked the caller ID to see a picture of you.
âWho is this?â He asked, slowly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he sat up in his bed.
In the background, he heard muffled music interrupted by a loud gag. âItâs Kasumi.â
Kasumi? There was something scarily familiar about that name, and after a few silent moments of thought he connected the dots, remembering she was a part of your sorority.
And as the pieces fell together, the concern started to fill his body, serving almost as an alarm clock as his sleepiness become nothing but a distant memory in a matter of seconds. âIs she okay?â
âWellâŚâ Kasumi trailed off on the other end of the phone before another horrible gag interrupted the line. âSheâs just really drunk.â
His shoulders dared relax just an tad. âIâll be there in fifteen minutes,â he sighed before another sickening sound he only assumed was you hunched over a toilet bowl. Some of his worry had settled when he knew you werenât in any immediate danger at least, but he also knew he wouldnât be able to sleep again until he was certain you were safely in bed.
As he promised, fifteen minutes later he walked through the door of your sorority, the party still in full swing as he bullied himself through the thick crowd to get to the stairs.
God, he couldnât stand this. Too many people shoved into a house where the mere concept of personal space was long abandoned. Obnoxious music that was so loud you were unable to hear your own thoughts â and not to mention how incredibly annoying people got when drinking.
Therefore he could not for the life of him fathom why you loved it so much. Only a handful of times had he accompanied you to parties like this, and you always managed to have a good time. That might be the only thing he has ever found himself liking with these things; seeing how much you enjoyed yourself.
So for the most part, he just decided to stay in when you wanted to go out so he wouldnât ruin your evening by moping around, constantly checking the time to see when it was acceptable for him to go to bed. He didnât want to be that boyfriend who stopped you from doing the things you liked just because he didnât want to.
When he reached your room, his head cleared up as the people and music from downstairs was shut out, transforming into muffled background noise through the floor. He placed three knocks on your bathroom door before it creaked open, spotting the blue haired girl he assumed had to be Kasumi. âHey,â he whispered, leaning against the doorframe as she opened the door further.
âThank god youâre here. Sheâs been begging for you for like two hours,â she groaned, not hesitating to walk out of the bathroom so she could return to the festivities. "I think she's pretty much finished in there, just tired now."
He cleared his throat. âThanks for taking care of her,â he said awkwardly as she was about to exit your room.
âOf course,â she smiled sweetly. âShe would have done the same for me,â and she was gone.
He turned back around, pushing the door fully open to reveal you just in the position he had excepted. Your hair was tied back in a ponytail, makeup slightly smudged from throwing up for who knew how long, a constant little shiver running through your body.
âHow you hanging in there?â He asked, a small amused smirk creeping up on his face.
Lifting your head from where it was resting on your arm, you turned to look at him, face lighting up the second your eyes landed on him. âMegumi, youâre here!â You nearly cheered, both hands immediately extending towards him, needy for him to come join you on the floor.
He does as you wished, his hands instinctively stroking away the stray hairs that hung in front of your face, behind your ears. âFeeling okay?â
âBetter now that youâre here!â You slurred, flashing your teeth at him in a huge grin. The annoyance and frustration caused by the party below was quickly forgotten at the sight of you beaming at him. Even though you looked tired, appearance tainted by the evening, it did nothing to smother beauty. âI didnât think Iâd see you tonight.â You were clearly still intoxicated, eyelids droopy as you mumbled sentences he could barely make out.
âA little blue birdie told me you needed me, so,â he shrugged, as if it was nothing to think about.
âAwe, baby,â you squealed as you fell forward, head landing on his chest. âYouâre too good for me,â you sighed, melting into his body, the heat radiating off of him soothing the shiver present in your own body.
A gentle hand finds your upper arm to give it a light squeeze. âDo you think you can get up?â He felt the movement of your head agree to his request. He stands up first, grabbing ahold of your clammy hands and pulling you to your feet, instantly lacing his arm around your waist when you nearly fell over the second you were stood up. âEasy there,â he chuckled quietly.
âIâm fine!â You rushed in a high pitched tone, grabbing onto him for support, feeling the room spin a lot more now than when you were leaned over the toilet. When you werenât nuzzled up against his warm chest anymore, the tremble quickly found its way back to your muscles. ââm cold.â
âYouâre cold?â He asked for confirmation. You only nodded, bottom lip sticking out in a dramatic pout. âOkay,â he whispered to himself before letting go of you by the sink before walking into your room to get you something.
âNo, not that one!â You whined when he came back with one of your hoodies in his hands, earning you a confused frown from your boyfriend. âWant yours.â
He just rolled his eyes, acting as if he genuinely thought you were being a nuisance â but in reality, his heart did a little skip at the fact that you so persistently wanted to wear something of his instead.
At the foot of your bed he spotted a familiar hoodie, where youâd thrown it after waking up. Whenever the two of you didnât spend the night together, you made sure to have a piece of his clothing nearby so he didnât feel so terribly far away.
Could you be considered a clingy girlfriend? Probably â but you preferred the term devoted.
âThank youuuuu,â you cooed as he simply tilted his head to signal for you to raise your arms. You happily obliged and he pulled it over your head, a satisfied hum slipping out as you hugged your arms around yourself to take in the familiar scent of your boyfriend.
Without saying anything, he grabbed your toothbrush with one hand, and your face with the other to hold it still, fingers softly digging into your plush cheeks. He finds it surprisingly unproblematic to help you brush your teeth, suspecting your drunken state might actually have served as help, paralysing your usual restlessness.
He gently grabbed your hand and guided you back to your room again, but was abruptly halted when you decided to stop dead in your tracks. With pinched eyebrows, he turned to you.
âBabe, I canât go to bed with my makeup on.â You let go of his hand to retreat them into the sleeves of the sweater, hoping the warmth it usually provided would find you soon.
âOkay?â He asked, nervously moving his hand to his neck, rubbing it slightly as he waited for you to give him the right instructions.
âThereâs makeup wipes under the sink,â you said matter-of-factly.
âYes, maâam,â he answered under his breath and went to get the wipes. When he returned, he nearly stumbled over your limp body. During his short trip to the bathroom, you had suddenly decided to just lay down on your back in the middle of the floor. With another sigh, he positioned himself on his knees by your head before carefully lifting it into his lap.
He started with your eyes, lightly rubbing the wet wipe across your eyelids. It didnât take long before he managed to draw a drunken giggle from your lips. âWhat?â
âYouâre so gentle,â you opened your eyes to stare up at him, thinking he was upside down but you couldnât be too sure as the room was still spinning. The frown â you once had thought was a chronic condition â was very much present.
âI donât wanna pop your eyes out.â
You only laughed. âYouâre not gonna pop my eyes out. Câmon, you can put a little more pressure.â He let out a long and stressed exhale before going back to work, grimacing in fear as he did as youâd told him.
Eventually, the makeup came off, but you continued to lay completely still. You kept your head in his lap, eyes closed and a small smile ever present on your face.
âDid you have fun tonight?â His voice was soft, barely audible â especially with the banging from the bass downstairs seeping through the floor.
âMeh,â you said simply as you shrugged.
âOh?â
âYeah,â you breathed as you open your eyes to meet his gaze again. âYou werenât there.â He snorted, slightly rolling his eyes at your statement, believing you were only lying to make him feel better about coming all the way down to your sorority in the middle of the night.
âYeah, right. How much did you have to drink?â
âNo, Megs, Iâm serious,â you giggled as your hands acted on their own, raising to cup his cheeks. âThereâs only so much fun I can have when youâre not here.â
He felt his cheeks heat against your hands â you didnât seem to notice however. He always thought it strange, that even after the two of you became official, it didnât take a lot of effort from you to bring that redness to his face, a colour that had only grown familiar to his features after getting to know you.
âSure, so fun having me sulk at your heels all evening.â Thereâs nothing but sarcasm in his tone as he continued to try and hide his flushed cheeks.
âI donât mind,â you said softly as you gaze directly into his eyes, his blush only amplifying. âI prefer it, actually.â
His soft eyes roamed your face, lips slightly parted in awe. He still didnât understand how you, who was so sociable, always the life of the party, beyond stunning, had decided he was the one you wanted to be with. And time and time again you confirmed it to him that it was for real.
Without much more thought, he simply leaned forward to press a tender kiss on your lips, your lips curling up in a giddy smirk. You were unable to contain yourself, breaking the kiss by hiding your face behind your hands, strangling the sweet giggles spilling out of you.
âYou still make me nervous,â you said in between the cute sounds that was like music to his ears.
âI make you nervous?â He scoffed. âAlright, youâre clearly still drunk. Time for bed.â He gently tapped your shoulder, trying to get you to lift from his lap.
âYou can never take a compliment,â you grumbled, wearing the frown that was more often seen painted on his eyebrows. He didnât entertain your complaints, merely helping you up before leading you to your bed.
When he was about to turn around, your hand grabbed a hold of his wrist, surprised by the strength in your clutch. âNo, you gotta stay here tonight!â
âIâm not leaving,â he laughed. âIâm just going to get you some water,â he said as he grabbed your hand to force you to let go.
âOh.â
He canât help but shake his head a little. You were probably the only drunk person he liked â of course, he was biased. During the parties, you were so outgoing, in a way he always admired. And then, when it was time to turn in for the night, you became so incredibly cute.
After having fetched the glass, he returned to see you wrapped up in the covers, having pulled the hood over your head and nuzzled further into the clothing.
A content huff left his nose as he put the glass down on your nightstand before stripping down to his t-shirt and boxers, then he carefully climbed over you. He knew heâd only receive grumpy grunts of annoyance if he tried to shove you to sleep closest to the wall.
The second he closed his eyes, he felt you snake your arm tightly around his torso and burying your face against his back, wanting to consume as much of his body heat as possible. Two light taps on your hand caused you to loosen your grip before he wiggled to turn around so you were now burying your head in his chest instead.
A deep, much needed, breath filled your lungs before you simply melted into him as his arms wrapped around you, humming in satisfaction as his hands slowly began to rub your scalp.
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SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET ââ them lifting you upă
INTRODUCđ˛NG đĽ ěíě´í ŕ¨ŕ§ f .. r 11OO fluff established relationship ă kissing skinship use of profanity
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HEESEUNG ・・ is very strong. so, of course, when you would tell him that you always loved that scene from âdirty dancingâ when the man lifts the woman all the way up (despite not watching the movie), and he tells you that you both can recreate it: you accept.
âare you sure you can catch me?â you would yell at him from afar, making sure he hears you. you get yourself ready to sprint towards him before receiving having an answer.
stretching his arms in your direction, he would reply, âjust go for it and youâll see,â then, you would run to him in full speed. his hands would hold your waist firmly when you get close to him and he would lift you up when you jump.
you would be held in the air for a while before falling directly in his arms. would catch you quickly before you can fall on the floor, thank god.
JAY ・・ after a party or a dinner, would make you sit down next to him as he takes off your heels for you after you would tell him that your feet hurt. âhas it been hurting for a long time, baby?â he would ask after he would finish, his hand resting on your thigh now.
you would put your forehead on his shoulder, hiding your face while letting a hum that confirms his theoryâ he saw right through you. would sigh, planting a kiss on the top of your head, âyou should have told me sooner.â
he would gently nudge you away before getting up. then, would take your heels in one his hands and give them to you before offering you his hand for you to take and help you getting up.
without much of a warning, would slip his arm behind your knees and the other on your back. you would yelp when you feet wouldnât touch the floor anymore, realizing you are being carried bridal style by your boyfriend.
JAKE ・・ âdonât you want to swim a little?â your boyfriend would ask you, eyes wide and shiningâ puppy like. his desire to go in the sea would be obvious.
after you would tell him over and over that he can go alone, would swear he doesnât want to go without you. in fact, you do want to go swim as well, getting up, you would sigh; âthe water seems cold,â because itâs your only worry.
taking your hands in his, would pull you closer and put your arms around his neck. would lower himself a bit to put his palms on your thighs, âjump,â then would catch you when you doâ settling your legs around his waist.
little by little, would walk into the cold water, making sure your body gets used to it before going into it fully. might not let you down even after you tell him you are okay now.
SUNGHOON ・・ as the gym rat as he is, would spend most of his time without pushing heavy weights at the gym. would get extremely annoying â endearingly â when he is at your apartment instead of his, during his musculation session day.
you would find him doing russian twists in the middle of your living room two minutes after you woke up, and you would laugh before going to get ready for the day.
âyou are not finished yet?â you would ask him, seeing him doing pushups when you come back. âiâm hungry, when are you going to finish?â you would question and a groan would leave your mouth when he would respond âin a whileâ.
so, you would try to make him stop by sitting on his back while he workouts. alas, he would barely budge. âyou are the perfect weight,â he would say, a little bit breathless as he would push up. âiâll use you for hip thrusts next.â
(excuse me, what?)
SUNOO ・・ with his arms wide open and a huge smile spread all over his face, would wait for his beautiful girlfriendâ which happens to be youâ to get off of work.
he would start to get a tad bit worried as he watches several people passing by and leaving your workplace, but not catching even the smallest glimpse of you.
his arms would start to get a little bit tired when he finally hears your voice, calling out for him on top of the stairs right in front of the front door. and would stumble a bit when you jump in his arms from the third to last stair.
would hug you tight, placing a hand on the back of your head and closing his eyes while the scent of your shampoo fills his nose. for sure would not let you down until you reach the car.
JUNGWON ・・ being chased and bothered with him as your boyfriend would not be a foreign concept to you. especially to get your attention; pinching you, poking your waist, and the worst tickling you.
this time, he would opt for the three successively. first, would come next to you as you do the dishes, pinching your arms as he asks for some attention. secondly, would poke, not only your waist, but your cheeks too, when you donât give him a glance. thirdly, would start tickling you right when you finish your chore.
unfortunately for him, would not have the time to do much before you push him away and start running in the apartment, âleave me alone!â you would scream as if you were chased by a monster in the streetsâ your boyfriend would do everything but that.
when you get in the hall and struggle opening the roomâs door, because of the fact you ran and you would be laughing, would sprint to you then lower himself to hug your legs. lifting you up like a bag full of potatoes when he gets up. and, when he would let you fall on the bed, there is no chance for you to escape.
RIKI ・・ in the wake of laughing for a good minute after watching you trip on over your feet and fall in the middle of an almost empty street, would genuinely start to worry for you.
âeverything happened so fast, i couldnât catch you, iâm sorry,â he would tell you while helping you get up. âdid you break anything?â
with flushed cheeks, because of the fact you laughed too much (he wouldnât laugh if you didnât, he is not lame), you would tell him that you are perfectly fine. would squint his eyes, not so sure about that.
kneeling in front of you, and offering you his back, your lover would tell you to hop on. there would be no way for you to refuseâ therefore, you will find yourself being piggybacked for the rest of the day.
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'Doctor' Sirius?
chef!Sirius Black x mixologist!reader who injures herself at work
CW: fem!reader, description of injury (slice to hand) that needs stitches, blood, hospital, A&E, Jeffrey, bullying Jeffrey part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7
The familiar ache in the middle of Siriusâ shoulder blades alerted him to the fact that he was officially half way through his shift.
He took a moment to straighten up, letting his arms fall lax beside his body as he pointed his face to the ceiling.Â
He could already hear Regulus berating him for his abysmal posture and Lily lecturing him about how he clearly hasnât been doing the yoga routine that she sent him whilst James and Remus snickered at his expense.
He hated (loved) them all.
Almost as much as he hated how Jeffery kept showing up in his sodding kitchen.Â
âIf youâre coming to try to pilfer one of my staff, youâre barking mad.â He spat angrily as he carried on in his sautĂŠing.
âUhm, Iâm sorry chef, but I really need to borrow Caleb.â Sirius heard you reply as his cheeks immediately heated up in embarrassment.
âDammit; sorry Y/N.â He apologized quickly, lowering the heat on his burner and turning to give you what he hoped was his most sincere (yet dashing) apologetic smirk.
The salacious comment he had prepared died on his lips when he noticed you looking a tad alarmed as you instructed Caleb to take over the bar for you.
âWhatâs wrong?â Sirius asked quickly, barely remembering to turn the burner off completely before he was making for you.
âIâm okay...â You offered, not sounding like you completely believed yourself.
âThatâs not what I asked.â Sirius grumbled as he took in your form, noticing you holding a black bar towel in your fist; knuckles turning white from how hard you were holding it.
The black of the fabric may have hidden evidence of what had taken place prior to you entering his kitchen, but he could make a deduction from the blood collecting between your fingers as it began to drip down your knuckles.
âYouâre hurt.â He surmised, pulling your hand toward him.
âIâm okay.â You offered again, this time in a whisper.Â
âLet me see it.â He instructed just as softly, encouraging the towel from your hands to expose a deep slice across the palm of your hand.Â
Sirius made an embarrassingly sympathetic cooing sound as he replaced the towel on your hand and applied pressure to the wound. âWhat happened?â
âWas slicing lemons.â You offered quietly, refusing to look at Sirius as you kept your gaze down towards where your hand was sitting in his.Â
Sirius tsked as he pulled your hand further into his chest as if proximity alone could heal it. âYou have a kitchen full of well-trained staff and you thought to slice lemons on your own?â
You chuckled self-deprecatingly at that, but Sirius could tell your usual enthusiasm was dimmed. âI didnât want to bother you.â
âIf anyone in my kitchen ever accuses you of being a bother, you tell me; got it?â
âYes chef.â You answered quickly, and though you still wouldnât look at Sirius, he could see a small smile grace the corner of your lips.Â
He would take it.Â
He realized then that his kitchen was far too quiet and looked up to notice that everyoneâs attention was directed at the two of you.Â
âYou lot can stare at people in your own time; get back to work.â He barked, causing everyone to quickly avert their gazes and carry on in their tasks.Â
âBunch of sods.â Sirius mumbled as he turned back to you, fighting the urge to push some of your hair that had fallen from its elastic behind your ear.
âCome, weâll get you fixed up.â He said quietly instead, ushering you out of his kitchen towards the office and â more importantly â the first aid kit.Â
Sirius shoved everything that looked like it might be of some importance to Jeffrey to the far edge of the desk and directed you to sit; fighting the urge to smile when he heard a few of Jeffreyâs things go tumbling to the floor.Â
âIâm rather miffed with you, you know?â Sirius murmured as he stood between your legs and began to unwrap the towel-turned-tourniquet from your arm.
âWith me?â You asked with a chuckle, though it was perhaps more strained than usual.Â
âI have made quite the name for myself thanks to my fine slicing and chopping skills, and not only do you not give me the honour of showing those off to you, but you also go and hurt yourself whilst youâre at it.â He continued in his scolding as he poured some surgical spirit onto a square of gauze.Â
âSâgonna sting, doll.â He murmured quietly, waiting for your nod of approval before wiping at the wound.
Sirius could feel every muscle in your body tense as you let out a pained breath, and Sirius doesnât think he can be held responsible for the sympathetic whispers and apologies that fell out of his mouth as he finished up when he had you â his formidable mixologist â sat so vulnerable and injured below him.
âI know, Iâm sorry; youâre all done.â He assured you as he binned the now bloody gauze and moved to grab the antiseptic cream.
âSo? Whatâs the verdict doc?â You tried to joke. âThink I can go back to serving drinks?â
Sirius furrowed his brow as he delicately placed a new square of gauze onto the palm of your hand that was quickly saturated with red-tinged ointment. âYou are absolutely not cleared for work.â
You chuckled self-deprecatingly as your shoulders slumped. âKeep it elevated and rest, then?âÂ
Sirius hummed noncommittally. âWeâll have to see what an actual doctor thinks.â
You whimpered at that, and Sirius paused in his wrapping of your hand to consider you.
Your brows were furrowed as you chewed aggressively on your lower lip and stared at Siriusâ work, mind seemingly miles away.Â
âPenny for your thoughts?â He asked as he taped off the gauze, though he never relinquished his hold of your hand.Â
âI think you did a good enough job, yeah? If I leave it be, itâll be better in no time?â You asked him.
Sirius could tell that his responding grimace was answer enough to your question when your eyes quickly filled with tears. âFuck.â You whispered as you hastily used your good hand to wipe at your eyes.Â
âIâm sorry doll.â Sirius murmured as he considered momentarily rushing to medical school so that he could fix this for you.
He wanted to fix this for you.
Alas, he was but a chef.Â
And soon, he was going to be a convicted felon charged with aggravated assault.
âSirius, why is Calebâ what happened to my stuff?â Jeffery sputtered as he nearly hit Sirius in the back with the door.Â
âThereâs been an incident, Jeffrey, your stuff is a little inconsequential at the moment.â Sirius sneered.
Jeffrey pursed his lips as he considered Sirius before his eyes moved to you. âWhat happened?â
âCut myself whilst slicing lemons.â
âHave you filled out an incident report?â Jeffrey asked then.
âChrist, Jeffrey; the womanâs hand is still bleeding. Unless the form requires her signature in blood, maybe you can relax about your paperwork for a minute?â
âAre you going to need to leave?â Jeffrey asked you as he pretended Sirius wasnât even there.
âI-â
âShe needs stitches.â Sirius interjected plainly.
âFuck.â Jeffrey muttered as he ran a hand through his hair. âSo, Calebâs going to need to man the bar for the rest of the evening?âÂ
âYes, and Charlie will have to man the kitchen.â Sirius responded as he all but shouldered past Jeffrey in order to grab his jacket.Â
âWhat?â You and Jeffrey chorused; Jeffrey in panic and you in bemusement.Â
âCharlie...â Sirius drawled slowly as he stared down Jeffrey and offering you his arm as he encouraged you from the edge of the desk. âYou know? Weasley? Ginger hair? Has been working for me since he left school?â
âI know who Charlie is, Sirius.â Jeffrey spat.
âOh, good. I was getting worried about you, mate.â Sirius said as he pat Jeffrey aggressively on the shoulder.Â
âWhere are you going?â Jeffrey continued as he followed the two of you out of the office; Siriusâ hand at the small of your back as he ushered you through the halls.Â
âTaking her to the hospital.â
âSirius, the-â
âChef.â Sirius corrected harshly from the doorway of the kitchen; the room falling quiet as everyone turned to watch Sirius and Jeffrey stare each other down.
âChef,â Jeffrey corrected, âthe kitchen needs you here.â
âMy kitchen and its staff are more than capable of surviving without me for a few hours. I have highly skilled and well-trained individuals here, do not insult them by insinuating they ought to be babysat.âÂ
One could have heard a pin drop in the kitchen at the end of Siriusâ sentence.
When it became clear Jeffrey had no response, Sirius turned to the kitchen staff.
âWeasley.â
âYes, chef?â
âTake over for me for the rest of the evening, yeah? Caleb will remain on bar so shuffle everyone around as you see fit; text me if you need anything. But donât need anything.â
âYes, chef.â Charlie answered quickly; a muted yet proud smile gracing his face as he nodded at his boss.Â
âHave a goodnight, guys.â
âNight, chef!â The rest of the staff called as Sirius guided you towards the back door to the parking lot.Â
The streetlights flickered as the two of you stepped out into the evening; Sirius relishing in the cool evening air against his kitchen-warmed skin.Â
âYou donât have to come with me, you know?â You said quietly.Â
Sirius turned to see you standing near the door of the restaurant; arms wrapped around yourself as you chewed your lip nervously.Â
âWould you cut that out?â Sirius sniped at you with no heat.Â
âWhat out?â
âChewing on your lip; if youâre hungry Iâll make you food, if you want to bite lips, bite mine; but leave yours alone.â He scolded as he marched over and gently pried your lip from between your teeth.Â
âWha- your lips? Are you offering me your lips, chef?â You asked slowly; eyes flitting from between both his before travelling down to his lips and back up again.
âI hardly think thatâs surprising; Iâm a very selfless person.â Sirius explained, emboldened by your reciprocal flirting to leave his hand cradling your jaw.Â
You hummed. âSo thatâs why you shoved all of Jeffreyâs stuff off the desk; you just didnât want me bleeding all over it.â
âQuite right. God forbid we ruin Jeffreyâs things.â
You barked a surprised laugh at Siriusâ inability to utter Jeffreyâs name without sneering it like a curse word, causing him to laugh as well as he took a step backwards towards his car.Â
âSorry doll; I canât fix this for you,â he said as he gestured towards your injury with one hand as he opened the passenger door with the other, âbut I can find you someone who can.âÂ
You pretended to be tetchy with Sirius the entire way to the hospital, but he could see your ill-hidden smile through the reflection of the passenger window at his quips and shameless begging for your forgiveness.Â
You apparently had a thing about needles, and generally needing to be sewn up like some âmoth eaten patchwork quiltâ, which Sirius guessed wasnât completely unreasonable. But by the third hour of waiting in uncomfortable plastic chairs in A&E, you were actually starting to get antsy.
âItâs like they donât even want to use me as a pin cushion.â You muttered as you watched a coughing child get escorted down the hall.
âDo you think we ought to be worried?â Sirius murmured as he craned his neck to watch the child disappear down the corridor. âNot one person they brought back there has returned.â
You snorted rather inelegantly and sank further back into your chair. âI hope itâs nice, wherever theyâre ending up...nicer than this.â You said as the light above you started to flicker ominously. âI bet they even have food.â
âAre you hungry?â Sirius asked quickly.Â
âSort of; figure theyâve got a canteen here?â
This time, it was Sirius who snorted inelegantly. âWe are not eating canteen food.â
âSirius, you should go.â You tried again, ignoring Siriusâ warning glare seeing as the two of you had discussed (read: argued about) this four times already since arriving. âYouâve been working all evening, and youâre probably starved too.â
âI am starved too, and thatâs something I can fix.âÂ
âHow exactly can you fix that if youâre not willing to order canteen food?â You deadpanned.
âDoll, we work at a restaurant.â Sirius explained earnestly.Â
You rolled your eyes as you let your head fall back against the wall with a thud. âJeffrey might actually have an aneurism if you call in an order right now.â
Sirius was quiet for a few moments, and by the time you peeled your eyes open, he was standing on the opposite side of the hall with his phone pressed against his ear.
âSirius!â
âShush, Y/N; weâre in a hospital.â He scolded. âJeffrey! Hi! Itâs Sirius! Can you put Weasley on the line. Good chap, thanks.â
You watched as Sirius began pacing, counting a tile between each step as Charlie picked up the phone.Â
âHey, I need you to make some food for pick-up; actually...make it delivery, please?â He corrected with a devilish smirk, watching as you brought your hand to your lips in a silent gasp.Â
And though this isnât exactly how Sirius saw his first real meal with you (save the hastily shared plates during shifts), he couldnât deny that this potluck style picnic in A&E felt like the beginning of something really special.
And If Jeffreyâs blood pressure skyrocketed from having to cover the bar so that Caleb could deliver it for him, well, that was just a bonus.Â
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dad!james not being able to contain himself around reader and just kisses her 24/7 heâs always trying to press a kiss against her lips or cheeks and maybe henryâs picked up on it too so he starts kissing readers cheeks every time heâs close
Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader âź 817 words
i changed it a tad but hope this still works!
After sleeping with James, a sickening worry had settled inâyou feared things might become awkward, or worse, that heâd want to slow things down to avoid confusing Henry. You understood completely, knowing how important it was to keep everything stable for his son. But after wanting James for so long, feeling his hands all over you and the heat of his kisses. The idea of returning to the way things were felt almost unbearable.
âStrawberries or blueberries?â Holding up a container as you say their name, you stand at the table in front of Henry, who looks terribly sleepy but still flickers his eyes back and forth as he weighs his options. His waffles sit before him with a dollop of cream slowly melting from the warmth.
Nerves swirl in your stomach at the thought of seeing James, but you try to push them down. Waking up before him, you decided to make breakfast, hoping the simple task might help dodge any awkward conversations. Itâs a desperate attempt to keep things normal, a way to distract yourself from the uncertainty of what might happen once he walks into the kitchen.
âBoth.â Henry finally affirms, giving a confident nod that makes his messy curls bounce. All he needs is a pair of glasses, and he'd be a miniature version of Jamesânot that he isnât already.
You sprinkle both types of berries over Henryâs waffles, his little hands directing you to add just a few more each time you try to pull away. As you remind him to eat what he has first and that he can always have seconds later, youâre so focused on him that you donât notice James entering the kitchen.
As you turn to place the berries on the counter, you startle at the sight of James standing in front of the coffee maker in nothing but plaid pajama pants. Your gaze instinctively trails down his chest, and when you look up again with a nervous swallow, you find him watching you with a knowing smirk.
âMorning, darling.â
You offer him a soft smile and murmur a quiet âgood morning.â To your surprise, he strides directly toward you. When you instinctively take a step back, a puzzled frown crosses his face. Without missing a beat, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in and pressing you against his chest.
You let out a surprised gasp and glance over your shoulder at Henry, who watches the scene intently as he takes a bite of his waffles. A hint of purple stains the corners of his mouth.
âHeâs watching us, Jamie.â You whisper, casting a warning glance. James looks between you and his son, his expression one of confusion.
âIs that a problem?â He asks, his voice calm.
âWell, Iââ You begin, but the words falter as James presses a slow, tender kiss to your cheek. His lips curl into a teasing smile as he pulls back and watches you struggle to gather your thoughts.
âWhat, baby?â He teases, his voice a soft murmur against your ear.
âI didnât think youâd want to act like this in front of him.â You reply, your voice barely above a whisper.
âLike what?â He asks, his tone curious as he holds you close.
âA couple.â You clarify, feeling the weight of your words.
James raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. âAre we not?â He questions, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
âWe didnât really talk much about that last night.â You admit, your voice faltering slightly as you struggle to find the right words.
âYouâre right. We didnât,â he agrees, his hand gently cupping the side of your cheek. A smug glint dances in his eyes as he leans in, his warm breath mingling with yours before his lips meet yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The touch is tender, as if he canât get enough, his lips moving slowly against yours, drawing you deeper into his arms. As he pulls away just enough to look at you, a playful, yet affectionate smile tugs at his lips. âI just sort of assumed you were mine after last night.â
Youâre flustered, staring up at James with wide eyes. He smiles down at you, brushing his thumb over your cheek as you roll your lips together to hide your smile.
âWhy does Daddy get kisses?â Henry squeaks out, his words tumbling over each other. âI want kisses from darling too!â
James laughs, giving you another quick kiss before letting you go and heading towards Henry. He scoops his son up, showering him with kisses all over his face. Henry bursts into laughter, his giggles punctuated by playful sputters as he repeats that he wanted kisses from you. You stand in the kitchen, your fingers lightly tracing your lips as you watch the sweet exchange between them, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
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Pretty Glossy Lips
Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader
Note âËâšâĄ : College AU where Kugisaki is oddly observant.
Kugisaki is bothered⌠her eyes keep darting back and forth, itâs as if that âthingâ is begging her to look at it.
She quickly shakes her head as her fingers go back to her keyboard as she types away and has her screen divided in three in front of her if she includes her iPad, all with a word doc, an ai tool and ai paraphraser.
âArghâ I feel like I wonât finish in time.â A voice beside her complains making her turn to face the owner of the voice. Beside he is a boy who has his pink hair disheveled, his face highlighted by the light of the bulb in the study room.
âShut up, Itadoriâ!â Kugisaki starts shaking Itadori in fury as poor Itadori has his hands waving around as he tries to type in some letters. She hears another sigh as her eyes squint at the other voice. âYou got a problem , Fushiguro huhh?â
But her eyes focus on Fushiguroâs lips.
She is wondering if her mind is getting too stressed out but she swears she thinks his lips today look slightly pinker with more gloss if that makes senseâŚalso was that glitterâ?!
âDonât push your anger on me.â He says, eyes not leaving his phones as he types on the screen. âWe had a month long period for this assignment. If you guys keep this up, you might not graduate college.â Fushiguro adds which makes Kugisaki flatter and go back to her assignments, eyes trailing to his lips one time.
Just then they hear a knock to the study room as a figure pops their head in. âSorry I got late. My professor kept going on and on.â You say, with a sheepish smile taking a seat beside Fushiguro.
Kugisaki inwardly smiles as she noticed how quickly Fushiguroâs head seemed to turn as soon as he hears you voice and now you sit with him smiling and continuing on about your professor. The brown shorter haired girl shakes her head when she looks over to Fushiguro who seemed to try and act nonchalantly but no one can deny the blush on his face plus the constipated look.
You were a friend met through Itadori, you guys once got paired in a semester long project and somewhere in between that and now, you guys were as inseparable as one can be, in particular Fushiguro and you. Surprisingly the dark haired stone faced boy was quick to warm up to you; probably it was due to the aura you gave exuded.
You gave out warmth with your warm smile and bright attitude, which makes you stop and take in the way your gaze reflected the warm sun from outside.
Every smile.
Every lighthearted laugh.
It always felt genuine which made Kugisaki adore you to the brim of her heart, you were just so adorableâ! But it seemed she wasnât the only one.
âYou guys got only 10 minutes.â You say as you peer over the table to take a peek at their progress, and mentally cringe due to the lack of said progress. âItâs okay! you guys can get it done.â You cheered which earns another subconscious smile from Fushiguro.
âShitâ I should not have played stardew with you Itadori!â Kugisaki grumbled, tugging a piece of hair behind her ear as she types away making, every second count. âItâs all your fault.â
âEh?â Her statement makes the pink haired boy stop typing and pointing at himself in genuine confusion. âHow is it my fault when you were the one inviting me to play?â
As Kugisaki turns to took away, she sees you and Fushiguro now sitting as tad bit closer to before with your shoulders slightly leaning into Fushiguroâs. Your eyes seem to wander nervously taking peeks at her and Itadori while Fushiguro poor figits with his pretty glossy lips pulled into something which is neither a frown or a smile, one hand on the table with a finger tapping away while the other under. Maybe playing with your fingers?
Who know, Kugisaki doesnât for certain. But she can bet that Fushiguro is currently thinking about you while youâre sitting beside him from his dumb look.
Kugisaki shakes her head and keeps her nose to herself,as she begins typing but she swears it lasted just a millisecond second but she caught it.
In that split second her eyes watches you lean forward and places a kiss on his lips, making the boy stiffen up and pink when you thought Kugisaki and Itadori werenât looking.
When she sees you about to turn to her and Itadoriâs direction, she quickly pulls her eyes back on the screen acting normal. Shit. She thinks. What was that? Theyâre dating? Shit, why didnât they tell us? Shit, Fushiguro I didnât know you had that in you. She dapped him up in her mind. They could have atleast told us thoughâŚ
Kugisaki uses ever every once of her strength to keep her hands on her keyboard to type away but then there was a sudden click in her brain, which put all the pieces in place. Fushiguroâs glossy lips were from you! Your lip gloss on his lips! Now she canât stand it any longer as she pulls her hair in realization.
âWhy didnât you guys tell us youâre dating?!â Kugisaki gets up from her seat and points accusingly at the pair infront of her. This makes you let out a embarrassed and confused sound while Fushiguro becomes redâhe was caught in broad daylight, as he scrowl at her. âShut up, Kugisaki.â
âAhhâ I knew your lips were so pink and shiny, no wonder! You have someone kissing them that shade!â With each taunt spewing out of his friendâs mouth, he blushes a deeper tone.
âWhat? You guys are dating?â Itadori chirps in. âShit, Kugisakiâ! The countdown for the submission started! We only got a minutes left.â
âSubmit it Itadoriâ!â Kugisakiâs attention solely on her laptop. âAn incomplete assignment is better than late assignment!â
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đ with felix omg can you imagine how adorable
ËË á° ââ đ- 'a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone'
ďšĘÉËďš. genre: fluff!!
ďšĘÉËďš. pairing: felix x gn!reader
ďšĘÉËďš. a/n: teriii this took me forever i'm sorry đ i just realised the reason i'm so slow with requests is bc i'm unable to write anything if i don't make the characters head over heels in love with each other. anywayss, i hope you like it đŠˇđŤśđť
âLove.â He calls out lowly, nuzzling your neck affectionately while your fingers comb through blond locks, massaging his scalp. Felix has pretty much melted into your arms, eyes barely open and not focused on the movie he insisted on watching together for the past week, missing the whole plot. âLook at me.â
âLix, baby, my darling sunshine.â You giggle, eyes still trained on the tv screen, which has him groaning in protest. âIâm watching the movie. The one youâve been babbling about for weeks. Why arenât you?â
He mumbles something against your skin, too quiet for you to hear. âWhat was that?â
âI said, Iâm bored.â He lets out a dramatic sigh, raising his head to look you in the eyes, everything in you softening once those plump lips jut out in a slight pout.
Movie all forgotten, you reach to push the hair out of his face, tenderly tucking the loose strands behind his ears to which Felix leans into your touch like a man starved of affection for weeks on end. Your thumb then moves to wipe off a small food stain near his lips, some chocolate that didnât reach its destination and decide to hang onto your boyfriendâs gorgeous face for a while longer, also mesmerised by his beauty.
âShould we watch something else, then?â You inquire, spreading your arms to welcome him back into your embrace. Felix doesnât even bother to answer before diving in, taking his rightful place into the crock of your neck with a soft, relieved sigh.
A moment later, he shakes his head, strong hands kneading your waist and pushing you further into the couch, all of his body needing to be touching yours in some capacity. âItâs almost over anyway.â
His lips then find their way to your jawline, peppering feather like kisses along the surface in a true, cuddlebug fashion. Your smile widens, the hand thatâs not in his hair coming to lay on his back and caress the covered skin in a comforting manner as Felix lets most of his weight rest on you.
âWhat do you want to want to do after?â His kisses barely let you finish, pillowy lips trailing down to your neck which causes you to giggle, their gentleness tickling. Asking might prove redundant because Felix only gets this affectionate when heâs tired, your shared bed calling his name in the sweetest voice only he can hear.
You reach for the remote to turn the tv down, losing all interest in the movie as Felix ponders the question, placing a sweet kiss behind your ear that has a shiver running down your spine. Sitting up, he releases your waist to hold both of your hands, interlacing your fingers to bring them up to his lips more easily.
His answer is surprising. âTalk.â
âAbout?â You raise an eyebrow, not bothering to sit up as exhaustion seems to rest right on your bones.
As expected, it doesnât take Felix long to return to your side, hovering over you and delicately pinning one of your hands right next to your head on a comfy cushion. âYou.â He nods, smiling widely when you move just a tad bit to rub your nose against his, chuckling.
âWhat else do you want to know?â Your free hand moves to his nape, caressing the skin there which always gives Felix goosebumps. âMy life isnât as exciting as yours, I donât have that many interesting stories to tell.â
Felix disagrees, dropping down to leave another trail of delicate kisses along your collarbones, cheekily hooking a finger under your shirtâs collar to expose even more skin. âEverything. I want to know everything about you.â
Your heart skips several beats, all possible responses dying on your tongue as they witness how much this man loves and cares about you. To be known is to be loved, and Felix wanted to make sure he knew everything before attempting to love you properly, exactly how you deserved to be loved for the rest of your life. A life he hoped and prayed youâd share with him.
His voice is low, barely above a whisper as he confesses his profound feelings. âI want every single detail about you to be engraved on my mind, and heart for as long as I live, to make sure I never forget a minute out of all the time weâve spent together.â
âI want to recognize you from peopleâs stories, to work out exactly why you chose one thing over the other. I already recognize your footsteps as you walk down the hall to visit me at work â and the sound has me grinning like a fucking idiot.â He exhales, resting his forehead just above your frantically beating heart. âCan you imagine how happy knowing everything else about you would make me feel? I think I might burst.â
No, you couldnât, because you could never wrap your head around being loved so genuinely and openly. Being loved for the real you, with the good, the bad and the ugly parts you have never shown anyone.
But Felix, as persistent as he was, will only stop once he can prove you wrong and make it a reality.
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