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aventurine, sunday, and any others when reader pretends to not remember them after a bad injury heheâŠ[angst with fluff at the end] i love giving my poor babies heart attacks mwahaha
anyways love u and ur writings btw k byeee drink water ok byeee đâš
âI'm sorry, but who are you?â
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Fluff, Light Humor Angst to Fluff, Established Relationship, Memory Loss, Reassurance.
Warnings: Emotional distress (brief moments of fear and confusion).
A/N: thanks for reminder, anon! đȘđźâđšI really need to drink some water
Aventurine's eyes widened, his usual playful smirk faltering as you looked at him, confusion clouding your gaze. He reached out, as though instinctively wanting to close the distance between you, but he hesitated. Your words cut through the air, soft and fragile.
"You⊠you are⊠who exactly?"
The words stung more than he expected. His heart raced in his chest as he observed the faint, distant look in your eyes. He had always been in control of the game, masterful in reading people, but this? This was a blow to his carefully constructed facade.
"You donât remember me?" His voice was softer now, the bravado slipping as his pulse quickened.
You shook your head, an empty feeling creeping into your chest. "I donât think so. Sorry⊠am I supposed to?"
Aventurine's smile faltered, and for a moment, you saw something raw beneath his cool exterior. Pain. Fear. He stepped back slightly, trying to hide the cracks forming in his walls.
"I suppose Iâve miscalculatedâŠ" he muttered to himself, voice barely audible.
But then, you reached out and touched his arm gently.
"Iâ"
Aventurine looked at you, his breath catching in his throat as you softly smiled. "I do remember you, though. Maybe I was just⊠testing you?"
The game was on again, but this time, it was different. He chuckled, a soft, relieved sound that made the weight of his worries lift just a little.
"You're dangerous, you know that?" he said, his voice returning to its usual lighthearted tone, though there was an underlying tenderness now.
You smiled. "I think Iâll keep you on your toes."
And with that, the shadows of doubt lifted, replaced by the warmth of your presenceâone he could no longer imagine being without.
Sunday stood there, his eyes darkened with a mix of concern and confusion, staring at you as if you were a stranger. His fingers twitched slightly, an impulse to reach out, to make sure you were real, that you hadnât slipped into some other world.
"You⊠you donât recognize me?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, fragile under the weight of his own disbelief.
You blinked at him, the blank look in your eyes unnerving him more than he cared to admit. "Iâm sorry⊠I donât think I do. Are we⊠close?"
The air between you seemed to freeze, thick with unspoken emotions. His mind was racingâhow could you forget him, forget everything you had shared? The kindness, the warmth, the bond heâd built so carefully with you...
"I see," Sunday murmured, his gaze softening with a hint of sadness. "I suppose itâs a part of the dream, isn't it? To forget⊠to lose everything."
You could see the strain in his expression, the hope fading from his eyes. "Sunday, I⊠I didnât mean to forget you."
You reached for him, your hand trembling as you touched his sleeve. The contact seemed to pull him out of his thoughts, and his breath caught.
A moment of stillness.
Then Sunday smiled faintly, the sadness still lingering. "I suppose weâll just have to make you remember, won't we?" His voice was gentle, though you could hear the underlying fear in it.
You smiled, this time with a reassurance he needed. "I think I already do."
A sigh escaped him, a soft, grateful breath as he pulled you into his arms.
"Don't ever scare me like that again." he murmured into your hair, holding you close.
Ratioâs usual air of unshakable confidence was nowhere to be seen. He stood before you, his eyes wide with confusion and an almost frantic edge to his movements.
"Youâdonât remember me?" he repeated, his voice betraying a crack he hadnât expected.
You stared at him, trying to piece together the fragments of the world around you, the details of his appearance leaving you more unsettled than anything. "I⊠Iâm sorry, I donât think I know you."
His frown deepened, his expression unreadable but filled with something you couldn't quite placeâwas it hurt? Disbelief?
"I see. This is⊠unfortunate," he said, voice smooth yet tinged with something that didnât fit. He folded his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing slightly. "I expected better from your memory."
You looked at him more closely, sensing a vulnerability underneath the sharpness of his demeanor. He was, despite his intellectual brilliance, losing himself in this.
You took a step closer, closing the distance between you, your hand reaching for his, gently catching his wrist. "Iâm sorry⊠but Iâm sure weâve met before. I justâ"
He paused, his sharp breath catching in his throat as he looked down at your hand on his. For a brief moment, his composure cracked, and you could see the raw emotion behind his usually controlled facade.
"Don't do this to me," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if the weight of the situation was too much to bear. "You must remember."
You smiled softly, understanding now. "I remember. Youâre the one who always insists on teaching me things."
His gaze softened instantly, a relieved exhale leaving him. "Good."
Ratioâs usual brilliance returned, but this time, there was something gentler about him. "Perhaps next time, try not to lose your memory so easily."
And though his words were sharp, his hand reached out to take yours, a reassurance that you were not lost to him.
Me lmaoo
#honkai star rail#hsr#x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr aventurine#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#hsr aventurine x reader#sunday hsr#sunday x reader#sunday sunday sunday#hsr sunday#ratio honkai star rail#hsr dr ratio#hsr ratio#ratio x reader#dr ratio#hurt/comfort#fluff and angst#angst with a happy ending#emotional hurt/comfort#light humor#established relationship#memory loss#reassurance#emotional distress
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in the character thingy i got
Great Character Arc
You're that one character that's just so well written. Interesting but not overpowering flaws, a great backstory, your character growth is real and measurable without feeling unrealistic. Your friendships are the hallmark of the fandom, your romance feels earned. Critics love you.
tag list: @kito-kat @thatkoiboi
Starting a chain!! With this quiz and this Picrew.
Tagging: @tuff-ponyboy @veggiesforpresident @sleeplessgreaser @fishfishfishfishfishfishfish1 @literallyhim0 @cadesblade @tigergirlpaya @arieshasbrainrot57 @kitty-beloved and anyone else who wants to do this.
#this seemed cool so I wanted to do it hehe#picrew chain#picrew game#picrew tag game#tag chain#tagging game#picrew
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Why, is he so pretty (Patreon)
Bonus Max â„
#Doodles#SCII#Damned#Helix#ZEX#Max Vyer#Doodles between studies and playing with hair how could this have happened hehehe âȘ#Hghhghgh every time - Every Time!! Every time I see sketches it Makes Me Want To Draw and then I do and it's great and I love it#Inspire!! My favourite âȘ#Helps when the subject is as cute as ZEX is hehe <3#First one was before that but I'm still counting it because he's still just as cute lol#Back him into a corner do it (and also give him kisses he deserves it)#He's just so popular! All eyes on him!#The more experienced in the leader role â«#The rest are all inspired-bys lol - the studies were quite fun as well! They always are#I hadn't really given much consideration to his hair to be honest :0 Other than feeling like I make his hair too long and fluffy lol#But to me fluff = fluff = fluff so seeing the shapes broken down was really neat :D#How it would react to being up or down or different weights and thicknesses and curliness - very cool! Like it a lot :D#I really like his bangs covering his closed eye hehe <3 Weighted or otherwise! Just seems like it'd be convenient for him#That way that hair in your eyes limits your visibility and/or blink a bunch but he just keeps his shut haha#There's also something nice about it being out of his face and you can see his closed eye so clearly as well âȘ#Conversation starter hehe#And one that's not a style study but /is/ from after doing a couple haha - nose ear and eyes seem to be the big factors there hmm#It's interesting :3#And fun! :D#And then a bonus Max for funsies because I'm Love Him and he's So cute <3#Cannot draw this man without a pillow he embodies pillows to me he needs a pillow that is His Prop in my head lol#If/when I make that Max plush (it's still on my mind) definitely gonna have to make him a pajama set with pillow and blanket#Needs the cute sleepies! It's required!!!
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New Transmission The fucking Scientific Instrument Class Pseudocons apparently developed what they're calling "Hetero Sapience" and are corrupting the brainmodules of the non-Pseudo 'cons around them by using annoying xenophilosophy words. Soundwave tells me they're 'Greek' and 'Latin' words, apparently. Cool, I guess? Anyway, if you see any SI Class 'cons causing... issues, just try your hardest to turn your brainmodule off before you start getting infected with their weird lingo, alongside all the other issues pertaining to letting the SI Pseudocons transmit data into your brainmodule in their own weird ways. Thundercracker, on a bet with Starscream, tried to get into an argument with one of them and his head literally exploded when it started talking about Alpha Trion's "Mythological Origins" in its weird dialect. He's mostly fine, CR Pods are working at 'peak' efficiency, but the facial reconstruction is apparently impossible due to some kind of corruption. I thought it was just some weird prank but there weren't even any scorch marks or anything. Just exploded. So yeah, just avoid optical contact and auditory contact to the best of your ability and you should be fine. Otherwise, try to force-shutdown your brainmodule if you can. Shockwave is working on a cure right now, mostly because I know he had something to do with this in the first place so he's going to be the one to fix it. He probably wanted a greater justification to do that weird data-transfer idea he mentioned previously. But it also explains the weird Thunderwing hypotheticals he's been asking me lately... Can I go one fucking cycle without someone trying to "Perfect Thunderwing's Work" or whatever other idiotic drivel that I keep finding our limited energon reserves siphoned into?? It's not even a Shockwave thing, it's like every damn Cybertronian these days thinks they have the "Missing piece of the puzzle" or whatever. In fact, Shockwave might be doing this as a weird threat against the other R&D 'cons to cement himself as the one and only Decepticon "Allowed" to have resources wasted on projects like that. Ugh, now that I think about it, that's probably a correct assumption and he's probably gonna expect me to thank him for it later. Ugh, and he's probably literally right. Ugh. At least his repairs both to himself and to his lab seem to be mostly complete so further research into the SI project should hopefully come along a little faster. Both Shockwave and Soundwave think the SIs could potentially be used as some kind of specialty weapon, but we'll have to see how they work on sparkless lifeforms, like biological lifeforms or xenomechanical lifeforms. The SIs don't seem to corrupt each other, but Shockwave keeps reaffirming that they're not "Sparkless Lifeforms" because they "were never lifeforms to begin with"... but I think he's trying to hide something. Usually Soundwave is the one to pick up on that kind of technological obfuscation, but he actually agreed with Shockwave and offered to send Ratbat to try to work out exactly what each "sapient" SI is now capable of on a personal level. We could have just had regular Cybertronians aboard to fill the role SIs fill. I would've preferred K Class to fill any role an SI could fill in all honesty!! But no, constructing cold wasn't enough, we just had to try to learn how to "Construct Frozen" and the "Absolute Zeroes" just had to be put on my ship. Whatever. I've probably said too much already. This was supposed to be a warning for my ship crew, but it's looking like it'll end up being transcribed on the golden disk as well so when this new Scientific Instruments of Destruction project backfires in some absurdly bombastic way there will at least be something remaining that says I was right. End of Transmission
New Transmission Okay so I was right, but so was Shockwave and Soundwave. Or, well, they were right just enough to make sure the backfire is postponed for at least another handful of cycles. Ratbat is still in CR from the investigation, but the cure Shockwave developed seems to be effective and Thundercracker is out and aiding the repair effort. Shockwave is now in contact with one of the SIs digitally and the other few are... integrating due to the personal efforts of Soundwave. I suppose now would be pertinent to mention not all the SIs developed the "Hetero Sapience" condition, many of them are safe for interaction. Soundwave is also currently monitoring their presence, Ravage is tasked with the regular SIs and Laserbeak is tasked with the "Sapient" SIs. Shockwave probably knows exactly what caused this event but he is preoccupied with the one he no doubt is either indoctrinating or ruthlessly interrogating. Report to Soundwave if you see any suspicious behavior, he has been working very hard to ensure the SIs have their purpose clearly defined (And closely monitored). And, Starscream, stop trying to convince the SIs that you are the leader of this ship. Not only have the majority of your efforts been wasted on subsentient automata, the only one you have actually found who possesses the ability to truly listen to you immediately came to the bridge to complain about you. They were the first sapient SI I communicated with directly and it was because they felt the need to complain about you. I almost feel embarrassed for you. Come back to the bridge so you can apologize to it or so I can teach it how to laugh at you. It's practicing right now actually! This moment of chaos should hopefully be largely under control now, the actual "population" of Scientific Instrument Class Pseudocons was actually quite fewer than initially expected due to an indexing error incorrectly labeling certain shells as SI class. At the very least, we have some more specialty warriors because of it all. End of Transmission EOF
#yippie peace through tyranny!!#nemesis posting#Decepticon High Command Slice of Life rambles#Matrix Visions#I like this âchatâ font I think it's cool#spacebridge still needs more time in the oven unfortunately#I'm also procrastinating on that because I can't seem to wrap my head around guestmount but do not want to send backup files one at a time#wegh. It'll get done. Eventually.#I'll have so much more bullshit once I actually finish the damn comic my wife radically altered my life with hehehe#I cannot wait to start posting about Alpharius Trionicon. He's the fucking worst if you couldn't tell by name alone and I love him so much#Anyway I just had a very specific joke/pun in my head in the shower then it turned into a whole *thing* like it usually does.#I usually don't explain shit but the shower idea centered around getting the SI acronym to work for hyper specific jokes.#Still can't decide if I want to lock in on âScientific Instrumentâ because it fits *so well* for *so many reasons*#But âSynthetic Intelligenceâ is more generic in a more understandable way... Eeh.. It's a little *too* generic. âInstrumentâ is cooler.#Once my wife helps me understand her lil fucker more I'll come up with an even shitter joke using âY/Nâ so I can do Y/N x SI x SI bullshit!#Oh! The matrix triune project is coming along slowly as well!! I think I mentioned that microphone project once or twice now hehe#I'm gonna make so many shitty covers of songs once I get the soundproofing to start focusing on vocal training stuff#It's been quite a fun time aboard the nemesis!! There's so much to âBlogâ about that it's hard to really know when to start *or* stop hehe!#And the fact that all these projects are all interwoven is so fucking wonderful!! I FINALLY feel able to fully grasp my own focus!!#My brain is like a particle collider for certain interests now. I can reliably just.. Spit things out and tie it into the other interests!#It's sometimes exhausting but in such a new way. Like a relieving exhaustion?#Still figuring that part out!!#Anyway that's enough personal project vagueposting I should really be getting back to work hehe this was fun
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you ever have a dream so unbelievably cool that when you wake up you just about screech in rage that it ended too early...
#my posts#that's me right now i'm going to explode#the first half of the dream leading up to the cool part SUCKED but the second half made up for it#imagine a theater performance except holograms actually work and are hyper-realistic.#it was this HUGE theater room with sections of seating and a large open floor and several screens#and like when it started it was like the screens were set up for the different groups right?#WRONG they showed different things as the show went on#it was like. a story about a cursed Disney cartoon but the wild part was like its story was kinda like the Ring#where if you watched the film things could come out of it. and you see where this is going!!#like it was subtle at first with just a character or two wandering past#but then there would be these meta bits where the entity would look at the audience through the screen#then vanish. and something seems like it's wrong with the equipment#and then it COMES OUT OF THE FLOOR#like you had this HUGE stretched out rubberhose entity that TOWERED over the audience#the room would go dark in those moments too so it'd be this BRIGHT black and white Thing#like i'm legitimately going insane over how cool it looked jesus christ#and there was some kind of a mystery going on; the entity Wanted something but we never found out what#...... oh my god i just figured out why it turned into Deltarune at the end i'm so mad#(the entity would always be accompanied by a cartoon 'ding dong' and my brain went#hehe wing dings i'm so mad. not even a cool twist but WHATEVER)#anyway it ended with visuals of a Deltarune AU with such cool designs I NEED TO DRAW IT.#i won't do it justice at all but by god it needs to exist somewhere other than my head holy heck#anyway. it was insane ok trust me
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women đ
#personal stuff#thorn plays genshin#really cool boss fight and design!!#not quite as difficult as i expected but fun mechanics#also i liked how up close and personal it was. felt more like a duel than the past few real Big bosses like the whale#reminded me of the raiden fight w her just ominously walking towards you with creepy boss music in the bg#AND THE CUTSCENE WOOOO. the traveler seeming genuinely scared.#i was wondering if they were having khaenri'ah flashbacks seeing her crimson moon. hehe. kicks feet in the air#like them thinking abt khaenri'ah when paimon mentions the eclipse hilichurl tribe#i do like how we didn't actually Win. like we've beaten eleven eight and god gundam six#but we barely hold our own against four who's holding back AND with having other people helping us#very fun. even if my personal fear of arlecchino has gone down with each piece of promotional material.#also listening to everyone talk back and forth about oh nooo the knave is doing something terrible#having watched the animated short and also read thru arle's voicelines. is very funny#ALSO TARTAGLIA SHOWING UP. just to show that yes she DID return his vision and he IS okay#he's so funny to me. he fought a whale and was on the brink of death and is like NO I HAVE TO GO BACK TO FONTAINE.#listen ME TOO i want to know more from skirk#i did enjoy them shitting on their coworkers together that was GREAT. i LOVE to see the inter-harbinger beef#and them being on alright terms is nice. i think arlecchino does see him as a kid kind of#also interesting to me that pulcinella and pantalone are seemingly more in charge with certain parts of the fatui as a whole#and that they work Together when they don't seem to get along in the lazzo trailer
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I'm so behind on redacted stuff it's not even funny anymore :'<
#so' speaks#it's not even a lack of want I just CANNOT find the time to sit down and do nothing for 20 to 30 minutes :/#I used to listen right before I went to sleep but lately i'm so tired I just pass out the second I put my head on my pillow#All the new videos seem SO COOL#I saw the new Hush one and I'm foaming at the mouth but I wanna catch up on the ones before listening to that one :'<#Anyways I'm just rambling#I'm saving all the interested posts on here about the new videos so i can read them later hehe
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god there's so much stuff i want to get into (i am thinking of league, warcraft, diablo)
#⯠ê°á starry thoughts à»ê± *·Ë#oopsies. riot and blizzard LMFAO <//3#okay putting aside for now their reputations i have always been interested in these three games/series#apparently my dad actually played wow and diablo before !!! very cool of him <3#one day i will rope him into ffxiv. he likes ff too and mmos so i do hope it is likely >;))#I DOUBT HE EVER PLAYED LEAGUE THOUGH but ik he was at least into dota 2 because i remember watching#it because of him back when i was much much younger. so yeah#diablo... i only really know the trailers and that lilith seems pretty cool#the trailers are sooooo cool <3 sometimes i think i don't like that kinda stuff but actually i really do fr hehe#league is something i've known ever since i was young as well but i never realized i could have easily installed it all this time#and wow uhh IDK ig hearing stories turned me off + before the free trial had a limit right#idk how long ago that was though. but yeah never seeked it out either so yeah#i find them all interesting despite hating the companies and i reaaally want to try them out at least#even if i doubt i'll get into them a lot ultimately but yeah i want to try them out fe#fr* RAGGHHHHHHHHH TYPO I CAN'T EASILY CHANGE AS I'M ON MOBILE RN
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Class 1A boys getting a surprise kissâââ*:ă»ïŸ
MHA/fem!reader
Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!
IZUKU~
Surprising him scares him so much (poor guy) he either flinches back or starts instantly blushing. You come up behind him as quiet as can be and give him a little kiss on the cheek he will flip!
âaaAHHHHH- oh⊠h-hey y/nâŠyour scared meâŠâ âaw sorry I just wanted to give you a kiss~â âdont sneak up on me y/n! Your gunna get thrown threw a wall-â âAw I just wanted to show you lovee!â âWarn me next time!â The whole time he was reddd~
KATSUKI~
Bro thinks heâs so cool trying to tease you with sneak kissed but the second you do it back to him itâs suddenly ânot funny anymoreâ. So whenever you surprise kiss him he pushes you off and huffs like a baby
âSurprise~â âUGH WHAT ARE Y-YOU DOING!!â âAw why so mad?â âITS NOT FUNNY STOP IT!â He covered his face with one hand because he knows heâs turning red âaw my suki likes kissed! Mwa mwa mwaaaâ âSTOP!!â
SHOTO~
He doesnât understand that he deserves kisses, especially when he didnât do anything to âdeserveâ the kiss. So when you surprise kiss him he is confused as he Is flustered
âWâŠwhat was that for?â âI canât give you a kiss?â âUhm I guess you can but I didnât do anything-â âyou donât need too! I just wanted a kissâ âreally? Well thank youâŠmay I have another? For free?â âheh yes for free~"
TENYA~
He wants to be âcoolâ so bad but he canât with you~ so whenever you give him a sneaky kiss heâs just like âstopppp :>â and either runs away or covers his face with both hands (yk how he does)
âWhat was thatâŠâ âuhm a kiss?â âOh!âŠwhateverâŠ.â ââŠâ âheheheheeheheheheâ âuh?â He just covers his face and wiggles like a weirdo- âhehe she kissed meeâ
EIJIROU~
Wants to act cool and kinda does? Whenever you sneak kiss him he does it back to make it seem like not a big deal but flaunts it to his friends later~
âAw thanks y/n! Mwaâ âyour so cute~!â You smother his face in kisses which he did not mind!! âT-thank youâŠa-again-â âanything for youuuâ 10 minutes later: âYOU GUYS SHE KISSED LIKE EVERY INCH OF MY FACE?!â
DENKI~
Yk that stupid Face he does when he short circuits, yeah he makes that face intentionally when you scare him with a kiss on the cheek. He jumps, maybe yelps a little then he realizes itâs you and makes that stupid face-
âAUH!â âItâs meâŠ?â âOhâŠ. (-ăź-)â âdonât ever make that face at me again what-â âsorry! You just caught me off gaurd!â âYou just want another kiss huh?â âYes.â âFine but that face is not cuteâ
SERO~
The only time it ever really gets to him is if itâs in public!! So when you sneak up on him and give him a kiss when heâs with his friends he will get so flustered and pushes you away while looking at the ground~
âMwaa hey babeâ âY/N?!â âWhat?â He pushes you out of ear shot from his friends âd-dont do that infront of my friends! Itâs embarrassing!â âIs being kissed embarrassing or is you being red embarrassing?â âShut up.â He walks back to his friends acting like you didnât exist . Later when you give him the silent treatment for ignoring you he wonât leave you alone till he gets another kiss
TOKOYAMI~
Most of the time dark shadow snitches on you before you even get to him, but the few times you sneak past him is so cute! When you startle him with a cheek kiss he jump and his feathers puff out in fear. Then acts like he wasnât scared at all
âNo need to puff up it was just a kiss?â âUh? Puff up I donât know what you mean.â âYour feathers are puffed out? Ohhh you got scared!!â âNot possible!â âDeny it all you want!âŠyou are really fluffy thoughâ âstop!â He turns his back to you so he can be flustered in peace
AOYAMA~
Stuck up little shit. But you know itâs all in good fun, he does love you but sometimes you think he loves himself a little more which he doesnât (off character ik, itâs a HC ok!) so mostly when you surprise kiss him he just makes it abt him-
âAw y/n~ id Kiss me every second of the day too!â âUh-â âI am so awfully dazzling I couldnât resist either~â âok no more kisses for you.â âWAIT WHAT NO?â
OJIRO~
Smart boy so he has made it a habit of keeping his tail circled around him so he can feel your footsteps through the floor, or trip you (LOL) so the only way you can get him is when he is sitting. He thinks heâs safe when heâs sitting but he isnât
You creep up behind him and grab his shoulder, you pull your head around his and give him a very aggressive kiss! âGOTCHAAâ ây/n thatâs not fair I wasnât ready for that!â âIt is so fair, I get to kiss you, and you get a kiss from me! Fair!â âUgh! Next time warn me! So I can trip youâ âwhat?â
SATO~
Big boy! He isnât scared of surprise kisses at all, shockingly he is one of the few who donât even flinch at all. So you just jump on his back randomly and smother his cheeks with kisses!
âSneak attack! Mwa mwaaa MWAAAâ ây/n~ stop!â âWhy???â âCuz i want a real one!â He points to his lips and you gave him a soft smooch there too! He also likes it when you squish is face when kissing himm
SHOJI~
Another one who doesnât get scared, just really shy. You have seen him without a mask but he is still a little insecure about it (writing abt that laterđ). So when you pull his mask down and kiss his lips he hides away sometimes~
âShoji?â âYes love?â You pull his mask down to give him a soft kiss on his lip before pulling it back up to not make him uncomfortable. He broke âthatâs all~â âone momentâŠâ he just crouches to the ground to hide for a second to think of a plan. When heâs done hiding he comes back up and kisses you back with rosy cheeks!
KOJI~
Just donât, he will die, From being scared and or flustered. You have to warn him no matter what! So it normally goes like this
âHey kojiâ âumâŠyes?â He only talks in private or if itâs important! âIm warning you, Iâm gunna kiss youâ ââŠhu-â smooch âthere!âŠyou gunna be ok?â He collapses to the ground hiding in his knees which are against his chest âmhmâŠâ âyour so cute~â â*squealing ïżŒnoise*â
Not proooooof readdddd cuz Iâm lazyyyyđ
Literally gunna write class 1B next they need more love cuz they such cutiesss
#izuku midoria x reader#deku x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x reader#shoto x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#tenya iida x reader#iida x reader#kirishima eijiro x reader#kirishima x reader#denki x reader#denki kaminari x reader#sero x reader#sero hanta x reader#fumikage tokoyami x reader#tokoyami x reader#aoyama x reader#ojiro x reader#ojiro mashirao#sato rikido#Rikido Sato x reader#shoji x reader#mezo shoji x reader#Koji x reader#Koji Koda x reader#mha headcanons#my hero academia headcanons#mha x reader#mha scenarios#midoriya x reader
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we've already done it in my head | spencer reid x reader
You have fantasies about Spencer, and you feel bad about it when you have to see him at work. Thing is, he has fantasies about you too.
wc: 4.8k, rating: explicit
tags/warnings: professor!spencer, post prison!spencer, bau!reader, fem!reader, sexual fantasies, masturbation, daddy kink, getting together, hookups, friends with benefits (?), mentions of public sex/exhibitionism (they don't actually do it), fucking with feelings but neither of them really realise it yet lol...
a/n: i am insane and that's all i'll say about this fic. jk i started this at the top of the month and i'm glad i've finally finished it. this was such a crazy one to work on, aside from being swamped with school work. thank you to my lovely friend from twitter vic who kept encouraging me to work on this hehe. inspired heavily by taylor swift's guilty as sin? (obviously) and chappell roan's picture you just for those horny yearning vibes yknow? please enjoy this insanity!!! (crossposted to ao3)
Spencer rushes in from the university when Emily calls. Itâs a serious case, one that Emily decides Spencer needs to be pulled away from his teaching for. She doesnât feel good doing it â the whole team knows how important teaching is to Spencer, but he understands all the same when he comes into the round table room. Spencer sits down at the last empty seat next to you, his hair a mess as he sets down his things and flips open the case file. He turns to smile at you, before Penelope starts the case brief.
Itâs a long, tiring day of work after landing in California, the BAU having been called in to investigate the murders of young moms in the area, and you need a glass of wine and a nice hot bath to even fathom everything youâve seen today.
You should just turn in for the night, the Bureau being particularly kind with their budget as you all get individual rooms. Your drowsiness should put you fast to sleep, but your mind is racing with thoughts of Spencer.
Spencerâs been in his nice suit all day, filling out his shirt nicely. Youâve noticed his stubble growing in, and his hair is messy and gorgeous. You canât help yourself for feeling this way, as guilty as you feel about it. Youâve been harbouring your crush on Spencer for way too long, in the couple of years since you joined the BAU. Spencer is a sight for sore eyes for sure, but his kind gentleness despite the horrors of what you all do for work is a welcome reprieve.Â
While his sweet nature was what had you falling for him in the first place, Spencer could be extremely sexy, even if he didnât know it.Â
Today was especially tough for you. You and Spencer were sent in to interrogate a particularly uncooperative suspect, playing into the good cop-bad cop dynamic. Your coaxing wasnât doing anything, and Spencer had ended up raising his voice in an attempt to intimidate them. Heâd slammed his hand on the table, a loud clang against the metal, and his large figure only served to crowd the suspect in to scare them further.
You only got to know Spencer after the mess that was him getting wrongly sent to prison, but Spencer supposedly wasnât like this before prison. Still, you found Spencerâs quiet intimidation incredibly attractive, and you had to keep your composure in the interrogation room earlier.
And your mind drifts to Spencer from earlier, his rough callousness with the suspect, his glare wild and intimidatingly sexy, you end up thinking about him.
About Spencer, who is so kind and sweet with you and the rest of the team, seeming like he couldnât hurt a fly.Â
About Spencer who could also be domineering and intimidating. He seems like heâd only pull it out if you asked, but the duality has you hot under the collar.Â
Your eyes slip shut, mind swirling with thoughts of Spencer, about having him all to yourself, about him wanting you.Â
About his large hands on you, making you feel so small under his firm grasp.Â
About him pinning you down on the hard, cool metal of the table in the interrogation room.Â
About him caging you in with his arms, the look in his eyes almost crazed and full of lust for you.Â
âSpencer,â you gasp, before Spencer kisses you fervently. His stubble is rough against your skin, but you donât care. Spencer kisses you like heâs a starved man and youâre his next meal, with such desperation that you feel weak in the knees.
âYouâre gorgeous,â Spencer says. He kisses your jaw, down your neck, and his large hands are all over your body. You feel so secure in his grasp, he feels you up and drinks his fill of you. He gropes your tits, your thighs, your ass, manhandling you into spreading your legs, so he can press the hardness of his cock to your cunt. âLook what you do to me.â
You whimper, fully indulging in this wet dream as you slide a hand into your underwear. âSpencer,â you gasp.
âYouâre so hot, you make me feel crazy,â Spencer hums, rolling his hips against you. Youâre separated between layers of fabric, but Spencer humping you like this turns you on to no end.Â
You rub at your clit in tight little circles, your wetness aiding the slide as you get yourself off to the thought of Spencer.
âSpence,â you moan, frustrated. While Spencerâs hardness grinding against you is literally a dream, you want to imagine his cock buried inside of you. Youâre perfectly capable of moving this along, so you do.Â
Magically, Spencerâs clothes are off and so are yours, the perks of a fantasy being that you donât have to awkwardly stumble through taking your clothes off. You have a hazy picture of what heâd look like naked in front of you. You imagine toned muscle, a slight pudge to his tummy from his time in prison, his pecs filled out nicely. You imagine his cock would be pretty, as pretty as he is, veiny and thick and all sorts of perfect.Â
âYouâre too fucking good to me, baby,â Spencer groans, the blunt head of his cock pressed up against you now. He rubs off against you, sliding over your clit, your folds, over the wetness leaking from your whole. âGonna fuck you so good, just like you deserve.â
Without hesitation, Spencerâs cock slips into you, the perfect thickness to make you feel full as he slides in inch by inch.Â
You slip your fingers into yourself, aided by how impossibly wet you are just at the thought of Spencer, and your groan weakly. Two fingers arenât enough, not when you bet Spencer could fill you up, like heâd split you in half on his cock.Â
He pushes into you until heâs pressed flush against you, buried inside of you to the hilt. He starts to pound into you, like heâs uncaring of what you need, but the way he treats you turns you on impossibly.
Your fingers arenât enough to satiate you, but you thrust them in and out of you in an effort to mimic how Spencer fucking you might feel. You moan, a little louder than youâd like.
âSpenceââ you gasp, in your fantasy. It should be scandalous, Spencer taking you over the table in the interrogation room. You donât know if the thought of people being behind the one-way mirror turns you on or not â being watched, letting Spencer take you in front of everybody. You like the thought of Spencer being so obsessed with you, so desperate, needing to fuck you right where you work.
The metal table is cool and harsh against your hips, but you donât care if it hurts as Spencer fucks you relentlessly, quickly taking on a brutal pace. Itâs exactly what you need, what you want Spencer to do with you, being rough and frantic enough to make you scream his name.
You whimper his name under your breath, bashful even while in your fantasy.Â
Spencer has you pinned down, but itâs not like you intend to get away. You want to savour this even if itâs only in your mind, shameful as youâre getting off to the thought of your coworker. You just need this out of your system, need Spencer out of your system, and then tomorrow you can face him like a normal, well-adjusted person.Â
âFuck,â you gasp, palm grinding against your clit, fingers pressed inside of yourself. Youâre shaking, with the thought of Spencer fucking you until you canât take it anymore, the ideal of him in your mind too perfect, until youâre moaning into your hand as you orgasm. You sob, clenching tight around your fingers, feeling your slick gush out as you ride your high.
You donât mean to fall asleep, but after both a long day and a crazy good orgasm, you end up passing out with a tissue clenched in your hand, with your panties and sleep shorts kicked off to the foot of the bed.
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Spencer canât stop thinking about you.
He shouldnât, not when youâre his coworker and also one of the people heâs friendliest with in the unit.Â
Spencer would say he couldnât bring himself to trust many, especially after coming out of prison, but you were the one he warmed up to the easiest. A new face in the BAU wasnât uncommon, but Spencer had found himself drawn to you. You were kind and warm to him fresh out of prison, your tenderness a welcome reprieve as heâd gotten accustomed to being back at the BAU. With your intellect and quick wit, matched with your beauty, Spencer could not help but be attracted to you â but thatâs besides the point.Â
Spencer knows how much your friendship with him means to you, and heâs certain that thatâs all you see him as: a friend.Â
Yet, he canât stop himself from thinking about you in those pants. Those pants that hug your curves just right. Those pants that make your ass look great â not that he was looking â especially when youâre leaning over an interrogation table, trying to play the good cop with the suspect from earlier.
Spencer had hung back, trying to get a read on the suspect while you spoke to him. Him getting to ogle your figure and stare at how good you looked in those pants was unintentional, but he definitely wasnât complaining.Â
Spencer only felt a bit bad wrapping his hand around himself in the shower, mind flooded with thoughts of you. Water, almost scorching, running down his body, his hand moves fast and reckless, exhaling harshly as he gets himself off.Â
He canât get you out of his mind, your gorgeous figure, your pretty face, your wide eyes and thick thighs and soft lips â he shouldnât be thinking of you like this. You were a coworker, a friend, for Godâs sake, and yet he canât stop imagining you under him.Â
He canât stop imagining pressing you against the table in the interrogation room â your lithe frame underneath him, making you look so small, making him feel so big.Â
He presses his growing problem to your perfect ass, watching you writhe underneath him. You keep looking back up at him, with your wide, wet eyes and your flushed cheeks, looking like you need him to give you exactly what you need.
âPlease, daddy,â you whine, and Spencer is groaning and undoing his belt before your pants get pushed down too. Stroking his cock quickly, Spencer easily finds his way to your entrance, wet and dripping with your slick. He pushes into you, pressing kisses to your neck as you groan with the intrusion.Â
âDaddy,â you whimper, âFeels so good.â
âYeah?â Spencer coos at you. Spencer feels you press yourself back up against him, pushing his cock deeper, and he loses all sense of control as he starts to fuck you hard. He feels like a madman, unable to hold himself back as he takes and takes and takes, fucking into your tight wetness, his head spinning with how good you feel around him.Â
Youâre whining and moaning under him, your noises music to Spencerâs ears as they echo off the walls. Your cunt is wet and sloppy as Spencer fucks you, wanting to give you everything you need and more.
âFuck, baby,â Spencer groans, his hand tightly fisted around his cock. The way the tip of his cock leaks is easing the slide, as he pictures in crystal-clear detail how your cunt would draw him in, slick and messy be fucks into your perfect, tight cunt. âYouâre too good to me.â
âDaddy,â you sob, your hands clawing down Spencerâs back. Spencer gropes you greedily through your clothes, grabs your tits and feels his fill of your waist, your perfect ass, your thighs as he rocks himself back and forth between them.Â
âGonna cum inside of you, love,â Spencer grunts, his pace unrelenting. His hands are on your thighs, gripping you tight, both fucking into you and dragging you onto his cock over and over. âYouâre gorgeous. Gonna make a mess of you.â
Youâre whining underneath him, making him feel too good, as you clench around him tight and moan even louder. Spencer canât help himself, thrusting into you hard and fast and eager until heâs cumming.
He spills into his hand, the thick white ropes of his cum washed down the drain with the spray of the shower from above him. Visions of you flash through his mind, your gorgeous frame, your pretty face, your mouth on his.Â
Heâs barely towelled off before heâs knocked out in his bed, too tired to even process feeling guilty about jerking off to you.Â
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Sure, perhaps itâs childish to try and avoid Spencer all day, especially when you have an active case all of you need to be working on. You must be a fool to think that getting yourself off to Spencer would help, because all you can think about is your fantasies of him last night, how you imagined him bending you over and taking youâ Not helping, you remind yourself.
Emily must secretly be on your side or be able to read your mind or something, because Spencer is relegated to work on geographic profiles and speed-read through case files back at the police precinct, while you get sent out onto the field to chase down your killer.Â
But you canât avoid Spencer forever, and you arenât any good at it either. You feel like Spencerâs eyes are on you the whole day when you and him are in the same room, but you never look up at him to find out. While you could chalk up your nerves to a serial killer still being out on the streets, you donât have any more excuses at the end of the day when youâve finally caught him, and the team decides to get dinner to celebrate.
You purposely wedge yourself between JJ and Emily when you sit down at the table, trying to avoid Spencer, and you think youâre successful with getting away with seeming a little out-of-it when you end up slipping away early, claiming you had a rough sleep last night.
Youâve barely settled down in your hotel room for the night, finally feeling like you can relax, when thereâs a knock at your door. You have no clue who it could be, but you open the door, andâ
There Spencer is.Â
âHi,â you say curtly, feeling embarrassment wash over you all of a sudden, because all you can think about is getting off to the thought of him last night. You feel your cheeks warm, but you hope itâs not obvious that youâre blushing. Then, in an attempt to seem somewhat normal and well-adjusted, you add, âWhatâs up?â
âI should be asking you that,â Spencer says, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. âWhatâs up with you today?â
You press your lips together in a thin line before you say, âNothingâs up. Iâm fine.â
âCome on,â Spencer prods, his head cocking to the side as he deadpans. âYou know I can read you like an open book. Somethingâs up.â
You frown, Spencer stoking the flames of brattiness in you. âYeah? Tell me whatâs the matter, if you can read me so well.â
Spencerâs eyes widen slightly. You watch his Adamâs apple bob as he swallows.
âI- I thought we said no inter-group profiling,â Spencer says, his voice a little weak, and for the first time, you see Spencer look a little helpless. Itâs kind of hot.Â
Do you make him⊠nervous?
âYeah, but if you insist on thinking somethingâs up with meâŠâ You shrug, smiling. Spencer just blinks at you.
No. You couldnât possibly entertain the thought.Â
Spencer clears his throat. You watch him fidget with his hands just slightly, before he puts them by his sides to seem confident. âWell, youâve been avoiding me, on purpose or not â both attest to your desire to avoid me somewhat. You could barely look me in the eye all day, which means you might be embarrassed or guilty of something, likely having to do with me.â Spencer says, his voice even, but he isnât looking at you.Â
You raise your eyebrows. His explanation is both specific and vague, and you feel slightly called out and safe from his scrutiny at the same time. But, you canât shake off the feeling that thereâs something more to Spencerâs words, the way heâs looking at you like he hopes you canât pick his brain apart.Â
So, you turn it back onto him, âThen, what do you think is the problem? You arenât looking at me either, and you were fidgeting with your hands. Is something up with you, then? It almost sounds like youâre projecting, Dr. Reid.â
Spencer freezes, like heâs a deer caught in headlights. You can practically see his brain running a mile a minute, overthinking every possible outcome, overly self-aware of himself, his actions, his thoughts.
You try to stop yourself from smiling, because Spencer is kind of cute like this. âYou wanna tell me what it is then, Reid?âÂ
âWhen did this become about me?â Spencer squeaks, his usually cool facade quickly disappearing. Thereâs a look in Spencerâs eyes, as he nervously looks you up and down, and ohâ âI justâ Well, Iâ Youââ
âIâm thinking we might be on the same page, here,â you say, smirking. âWanna tell me what it is?â
Spencer furrows his brows, his mouth agape as he looks up at you, but youâre putting your hand on his chest and trailing it down slowly. âOhââ
âTell me, Dr. Reid,â you cock your head, eyeing him up and down lazily. When you look at Spencerâs face, heâs shocked, enamoured and turned-on all in one.Â
âYouâre⊠attracted to me,â Spencer says, somewhat uncertain. âThe same way Iâm attracted to you.â
âAnd what makes you say that?â You hum.Â
âI thought I heard you last night. Through the walls,â He says timidly, nothing youâve seen from him before. âThought I shouldâve gone over to help, but I realised you were, umâ You were pleasuring yourself. To- To me.â
âThe walls are thin, huh?â You laugh, a little sheepish, but you note how Spencerâs becoming shy at the thought. âDid youâŠ?â
His eyes grow wide. âDid I do what?â
You smirk. âThat tells me everything I need to know, Reid,â you say, laughing.
âWell, you shouldnât presumeââ
âShut up and kiss me, Reid,â you huff. You pull Spencer closer to you by his tie and you press your lips to his.Â
Itâs too perfect, when Spencerâs mouth is finally on yours. His hands cupping your face, Spencer kisses you hard and eager, like he canât believe that he finally gets to have you. He kisses you like heâs starving, desperate for you as his next meal. You moan as his hands reach for your hips, pulling you in closer to him, greedy as he feels you up.
âDid you fantasise about this too? About me, like this?â
âThis is better than I couldâve ever imagined,â Spencer says breathily. âYou⊠Youâre so attractive.â
âCould say the same about you,â you laugh, reaching to unbutton his shirt. His tie is already loose, hanging around his neck, but you want to see more. You undo the top few buttons, revealing more of his chest. You trail your finger over the exposed skin, letting your nail graze it slightly. You hear Spencer inhale sharply, and grin to yourself, proud of the effect you have on him. âSo, do you want to just stand around and talk, or do you want to fuck me?â
Spencerâs eyes widen, and you chuckle. As if he hadnât expected this was how it was going to go. Spencer purses his lips. âI mean, absolutely. I want to fuck you. But, umâ We should definitely talk about this though.â
âLater,â you say, waving him off, before you lean in to kiss him again. Spencer grabs your waist again, like he needs to have you close. He lifts you slightly, making you squeak, but the both of you stumble over to the bed, unable to keep your hands off of each other, unable to keep your mouths off each other. You sit down on the bed, Spencer crowding you in with one of his knees on the mattress.
You loosen his tie and take it off, while Spencer moves to unbutton your shirt. HIs hands move deftly, eager to undress you, and he pulls away to marvel at the curve of your breasts in your bra when he pushes the satin shirt off of you. âWow.â
âWow yourself,â you say. You appreciate the view: a dishevelled, eager Spencer Reid in your bed, his hands all over you, his shirt half-undone, revealing tanned skin and a gorgeous body. âNeed you to fuck me right now.â
Spencer laughs, perhaps a little incredulously, and he instead moves to take his shirt off instead. âIâll- Iâll do that.â
âGood,â you say, distracted as you admire Spencerâs frame, the lines of his body, the softness of his stomach. Heâs so hot you might die. âVery good.â
âIâm glad you like the view,â Spencer says, a little timid, like heâs shy to show off in front of you. He meets your gaze when you look up at him, caught in the middle of ogling him with no shame.Â
You smile up at him sheepishly. âPlease fuck me, Spencer.â
âOkay,â Spencer smiles, warm and gentle. He helps you slide your pants and underwear off your legs before you spread them. Spencerâs jaw drops, his eyes focused on the slick mess of your cunt. âOh, my God.â
âYeah?â you laugh, thoroughly amused with his reaction. âShow me how much you want me, too.â
Spencerâs hands are quick to push down his bottoms, dress slacks and boxer-briefs on your floor in an instant, wrapping a fist around himself as he works himself up for you. You canât tear your eyes off of him â âSpencer, youïżœïżœïżœre⊠big.â
âAm I?â Spencer asks, and youâd lose your mind if you werenât expecting Spencer to fuck your brains out.Â
âYou are,â you say calmly, because if you let yourself sound any more excited he might think you were insane. âBut I can take you.â
Spencer grins. âGood.â
His fingers press against your cunt after you tell him to do so. His slender digits pick up all the slick thatâs leaking from your hole, spreading it around messily as he toys with your clit. You shudder with the sensation, throwing your head back against the pillows. Then, one of his fingers slips into you, and he coaxes you open with a care you havenât felt from most partners before. âHowâs that?â
âSo nice,â you groan, getting used to the feeling. He fucks you on his fingers, slow and careful, intent on stretching you out until youâre comfortable. You whimper and whine, feeling embarrassed at how vocal youâre being, but Spencer is kissing your breasts without a care in the world, and then youâre thinking about letting him know that you do feel good. Your next gasp is less ashamed, as Spencer coaxes a second finger in.
Youâre panting as Spencer fucks you on his fingers, the repeated motion only working you up even more. The squelch from his fingers fucking you is obscene, and his eyes are wide as he looks at you. âYouâre perfect,â he whispers.Â
âFuck me, Spence,â you say.Â
Spencer bites his lip as he sits up and settles between your legs. Heâs tugging at his cock as he lines himself up with your entrance. He slides his length along your folds, wet with your slick, and you groan at the friction. You grunt, wanting more, âCome on, Spence.âÂ
His hand on your leg, Spencer leans forward so he can press into you, and Spencer is practically folding you in half so he can fuck you. You moan at his thickness deep inside of you, filling you up, and the stretch is so undeniably amazing. Spencerâs length drags against your walls, such a delicious sensation deep in your bones, and you sob a little.
âDoes that feel good?â Spencer asks softly, his voice tender.Â
âSo good, Spence,â you gasp. Spencer kisses your cheek, down your neck, and waits patiently for you to give him the go-ahead.
You feel his cock twitching inside of your heat, both your fantasies unable to live up to the real thing. Confident, cocky Spencer in your dreams is just that â a dream. The Spencer right in front of you is perfect, more perfect than what youâve dreamed: shy but so attentive and sweet. He takes such good care of you. It makes you lose your mind a little bit.
âFuck me,â you insist, and Spencer puts his hands on your hips as he starts to move. He fucks you deep, just the way you need him, and you cry out as he digs into your soft flesh, holding you tight so he can fuck you hard. The way Spencer pounds into you has your whole body trembling, pleasure coursing through you like electricity, till your mouth has fallen open and your toes are curling.Â
âYouâre so much better than I imagined,â Spencer groans, eyes squeezed shut as he puts all his energy into railing you. âCanât believe this is real.â
You clench around him just to hear him moan, and youâre proud of yourself when his hips stutter and a groan rips through his throat in his pleasure. He glares at you. You grin, as Spencer keeps fucking you.
âWhat- Oh, fuckâ What did you imagine? With me?â You gasp, as Spencer rolls his hips in a particularly deep thrust.
Spencer squeezes his eyes shut, before looking down at you, like heâs really contemplating if he should say this. âIâ I pictured bending you over the interrogation table. Fucking you, making you scream my name, taking you right there, Iââ
You moan as Spencer hits that perfect spot inside of you, your legs trembling as you gasp, âIâ Why did we have the same fucking fantasy? Fuckââ
âWhat? You thought of me that way too?â Spencer sounds incredulous, like he canât imagine you thinking of him that wayâ As if he isnât drilling you into the hotel bed right now.
âFuck, Spencerâ Oh, my Godâ Yeah, Iâ You had me pinned down on the table, and you were fucking me in the interrogation room, in front of all of themââ
âGod, youâre perfect,â Spencer grunts, burying his head in your shoulder as he uses the leverage to fuck you deeper, harder, faster. You canât stop moaning Spencerâs name, simply too overwhelmed with the pleasure heâs giving you, the way heâs fucking you into the mattress. This is all youâve ever wanted. Spencer fucking you like a madman, giving you all the pleasure you need but still being greedy enough to take and take and take.Â
âPlease! Spencer, youâ Iâm gonna cum, I canâtââ You cry, sobs wracking their way from your throat, so loud but you canât be bothered to keep yourself quiet. Spencer groans your name, a sweet, sultry sound, and you feel like youâre going to lose your mind.Â
âCum for me,â Spencer hums. âYouâre so perfect, and youâre laid out like this all for me. Youâre so fucking hot. Show me how good I make you feel.â
Youâre sobbing as your orgasm hits you, overwhelmed by Spencerâs filthy words and his filthier actions, so intense as he fucks you into next week. Itâs too good, and you lose yourself much sooner than you expect. Your pussy clenches tight around Spencer with your orgasm, sending him over the edge as he fills you up, cock twitching as he cums inside of you.
He collapses on top of you, his weight comfortable as you both catch your breath. Your mouth feels dry, but you donât care when Spencer is leaning over to kiss you again. It feels so right, this wild feeling you only thought existed in your dreams.
The next morning when the team is gathered in the hotel lobby to head to the hangar to fly back to Quantico, Emily gives you a pointed look, and Rossi is clapping Spencer on the back with a knowing grin. You apologise sheepishly, while Spencer grows red, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the team. He only meets your eyes, and the two of you share a smile. You can tell neither of you want this to end here. Maybe youâll talk about it when you get back home.Â
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Sanemi finding out you pretended to be a boy in order to get trained properly and him falling head over heels for you after
Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader
Word Count: 4,2k
Synopsis: If there's one thing you always hated, it was being underestimated. Because you're nothing but a petite girl in the eyes of every other demon slayer you stumbled upon with even the sound hashira going easy on you. They left you no choice but to pretend that you're a boy in order to finally get the training you deserve. Little did you know it will be the wind hashira himself who uncovers your dirty secret...
Warnings: it's Sanemi so language, the bonus scene is for those of you who are in desperate need of some spice (no direct smut), last part not proofread because this needs to be published and I'm tired lol
Thank you sooo much for that super cool request, @xxx-oneofthegirls-xxx, I hope you like what I came up with (also, you made me listen to one of the girls nonstop while writing this hehe)
You stare at your foreign reflection in the mirror, cheeks still burning. This looks ridiculous and you know it, your plan so plain and stupid that you regret your decision more and more with each passing second.
But you have to do this.
âDonât overwork yourself, (y/n). Youâll rest here while the others run a few extra miles.â
âBut Tengen-sama, I-â
âHere, letâs get you something to eat!â, Suma cried out.
âYouâre overworking that poor woman, Tengen-samaâ, Mako commented dryly.
âI already told her to take a break!â
Because without pretending that youâre a boy, theyâll never take you seriously. Not when youâre a petite girl, not when everyone treats you like porcelain because of your small frame and gender. You came her because youâre ready to fight, because being a demon slayer is your true destiny. You want to get trained hard, you urge to surpass yourself each and every day.
You stare at your eyes filled with determination in the mirror. Therefore, you need to make sure they see nothing but a normal boy in you.Â
Itâs hard to breathe properly with countless bandages tied around your chest in order to hide your feminine curves to their eyes. Carefully, you tie a ribbon around the ends of your hair and pull them up. Good, now your hair is about shoulder-length. A plain hairband that is convincing enough as a sweat band turns your usual longer hair into a temporary short cut.
Is this enough? Will the mist hashira actually believe you?
Confidently, you change into the uniform you stole from a boy nearby earlier and grab your katana. There is no other way than finding out.
âWhereâs that little girl? Didnât Tengen-sama allow her to continue?â
âHuh, you mean the little wallflower? I bet she gave up when she saw what hashira training really means. She wasnât even strong enough to hold a sword.â
Your heart drops to the floor while your eyes automatically look down in panic and distress. Everyone underestimates you over the sheer fact that youâre a girl. But why? Why would you give up? Why is everyone thinking you arenât strong enough when women like Shinobu Kocho show them how itâs done? You didnât train since you were 4 to get reduced to your gender and height.
No, youâll show them soon enough how good you really are and that youâre no one to be messed with.
âLook at him!â
âWho is that guy?â
âHe fights as good as Tanjiro!â
âIâve never seen him around. Do you know him?â
And you did. Training after training, hashira after hashira. Somehow, you surpassed them all. Despite your small frame, your disadvantage towards the boys with their ability to move freely in the scorching hot sun, you made it.
âIt seems like youâre decent handling your sword. I have no use for you here anymoreâ, Obanai proclaims dryly.
YouâŠyou did it? Youâve been here for 3 days, spent the first day tied to a wall while getting smacked by some useless comrades. But you really convinced him, the serpent hashira, the man a lot of the others were so afraid of.
Your heart jumps up and down in excitement. You convinced him.
âThank youâ, you mumble in reply with deepened voice.
âLetâs see how youâll keep up with Shinazugawa. Now get lost.â
Shinazugawa? Youâve heard that name before. Is thisâŠthe wind hashira? Your eyes widen as you sprint down the forest in the merciless sun. If Iguro Obanai is considered rough, Sanemi Shinazugawa has to be a menace. You heard from countless slayers that went back home as soon as they arrived at his estate, some beaten up so badly that they needed treatment.
For days.
You swallow hard. If this man finds out that youâre not who you pretend to be, youâll be dead. But you have no other choice. After everything youâve been through, you wonât give up because of the wind hashiraâs bad reputation.
âHowâs training going?â, Sanemi mumbles while staring into the distance.
âAll of them are trash. Thereâs only one that is decent, thoughâ, Obanai replies dryly.
âDonât tell me itâs that Kamado brat-â
âNo, Iâve never seen that boy before. No one seems to know who he is. Heâs pretty small for his age and acts even weirder than the others but I canât deny that heâs skilled. Even KanrojiâŠpraised himâ, Obanai presses out.
Heâll definitely never forget you for taking up the space of a full hand-written site in her note to him.
âYou all went too easy on him, then. Iâll mop the floor with his ass when he gets to me.â
âWeâll see about that.â
Your breath gets stuck in your throat. There it is, the estate of the wind hashira. Only him and the stone hashira are left. Only these two until youâre able to drop your false identity and use your newest skills in a real fight. When youâre done here, youâll finally be able to protect your village properly. No demon will ever hurt your friends and family again.
You just have to get through a few more days of training. A few more days with the wind hashiraâŠ
-two days later-
âGet lost, bratsâ, Sanemi barks out in sheer frustration.
Are these losers really supposed to be useful in a fight against Kibutsuji? They arenât even good enough to hold their wooden sword correctly, let alone find the right stance to fight. God, this is such a waste of time, so fucking annoying that he smashes his own wooden sword into the ground roughly.
âFucking useless rabbleâ, he hisses through gritted teeth.
When his blurry sight catches yours, heâs even more infuriated. He really thought the other pillars were too gentle with you. You, with your thin and small frame, with your innocent eyes that almost make you look like a girl. And while you look like the biggest loser of this whole corps, you manage to fight better than all the others.
âEnough of this bullshit, weâre using real swords nowâ, Sanemi barked at you while already grabbing his sharp katana.
âFine.â
You didnât storm towards him, didnât act out of confidence or rage. You stayed so calm that Sanemi didnât know how to act for the split of a second.
The split of a second. This minor moment was enough for you to lift your blade and scratch his cheek ever so slightly.
âDid heâŠJust hit the wind hashira?â
âThis canât be true. A strange guy like him, hitting one of the most powerful demon slayers?â
âYouâŠYou have some fucking nerve, little brat! Iâll make you pay for this!â
Oh, how often he tormented you. Made you stand up in the middle of the night for a fight, forced you to stand up against all your comrades. He pushed you over your limit over and over, made you suffer in a way he never did before.
But you still stand your ground. Still, you grab your wooden sword and follow the others inside at dawn as if nothing happened.
And it simply drives him insane.
âYou, little brat!â
âYes, Shinazugawa-sama?â
Your guts turn in an instant. In contrast to the other hashira training, this feels like a trip to hell and back. It almost seems as if the wind hashira made it his mission to let you suffer more than anyone else. What have you done to deserve his anger? Did you act out of line, aloof? It has to be the fact that you injured his cheek during your fightâŠ
âNever mind. Get out of my sight.â
He doesnât have to tell you twice. Instantly, you turn on your heels and make your way to dinner. Maybe youâll finally have to chance to wash yourself tonight. With all those unexpected training sessions and the wind hashira torturing you until far past midnight, you didnât even find the time to take a bath. Urgh, you canât wait to finally take those bandages off and to wash your itchy scalp. All that sweating without the relief of a jump in the cool lake nearby is definitely hard to endure.
But tonight. Tonight youâll finally get the chance to escape the merciless gaze of Sanemi Shinazugawa.
He doesnât know what keeps him up tonight. Is it the full moon that lights his room, his still enraged heart? Itâs still hard to believe that youâre acting up like this, that you manage to hit him. Out of all the jerks he trained, why does it have to be the smallest and therefore weakest one?
Maybe all he needs is letting his anger out on you. Sanemi storms into the dormitory wearing nothing but a casual yukata. He might hunt you around the lake for a few rounds or lets you practice your sword bows until you turn blue-
But his eyes donât get greeted by your hair sticking out underneath youâre blanket.
âWhere the hell are you, brat?â, he hisses to himself.
âThis feels like heavenâ, you moan to yourself while you dip your head into the cool water.
You never cared about getting covered in mud or dried blood sticking to your skin. But oh, the feeling of cleaning yourself up again after a rough day is just unmatched. Gently, your fingers brush through your wet hair, free yourself from all the dirt of those last days.
When will you be able to return? After that, only the stone hashira is left. How did you manage to land all the way over here? Hiding behind the identity of a boy no one know in order to get treated equally. Your efforts were definitely worth it. With those countless new techniques youâve learned, youâll finally be able to stand up against the demons that haunt down your village on a regular basis. Finally, youâve got the education you deserved.
âYou have to be fucking kidding me.â
All color drains from your face in an instant. You donât have to look past his knees to know who stays right in front of you. Why didnât you hear him coming? How did he manage to show up in front of you without you noticing?
âS-Shinazuwaga-samaâ, you breathe out.
It doesnât matter how he found you. With your hair open and your upper body barely covered by the water, he already saw through your well-hidden secret. Or better said, your lie.
âYouâre so dead.â
You canât escape. In the matter of seconds, he is with you in the water and grabs your wrists roughly.
âYou lied into our faces this whole time?â, he hisses through gritted teeth.
âI had to-â
âYouâre nothing but a little girl!â
âYou left me-â
âWhat else do you have to hide? Are you even a demon slayer? Iâm totally in the mood to kill you right on the spot-â
âYOU LEFT ME NO CHOICEâ, you finally blurt out.
âNo choice? Are you out of your goddamn mind?â
âTengen-sama treated me like porcelain because Iâm a woman, but I didnât want that! I wanted to train like the boys do, I wanted to suffer like everyone else! How am I supposed to become a decent swordswoman when everyone goes easy on me because of my gender!?â
âYouâŠYou lied to us.â
âI did.â
âYou arenât a guy.â
âIâm not.â
Thick silence hangs between both of you, only interrupted by sharp and heavy breaths. What now? Will he send you away in dishonor or even worse, exclude you from the corps completely? Youâve worked so hard to even get accepted, poured your heart and soul into those past days. All of this, vanishing in thin air?
âPlease donât send me awayâ, you finally press out.
âAre you dumb? Ainât no way Iâm letting you stay-â
âI canât return home in dishonor. I did all of this to be able to protect my family and village. If I return home like thisâŠâ
You canât finish your sentence, your throat suddenly feeling so tight that you even fail to breathe.
âGet out of my sight.â
âBut I-â
âI said get out of my sight!â, he screams on top of his lungs.
You flinch backwards and almost trip into the water. Talking doesnât do much. If youâre not leaving the next few seconds, he might drown you.
With a heavy heart you leave the water, carefully hiding behind a tree until youâre fully dressed again.
âWhatâs your real name?â, he shouts towards you harshly.
âMy name is (y/n)â, you mutter, not daring to look into his cold eyes.
And then you stumble back. Back into the dormitory you know so well by now. Back into what might be the last night at the demon slayer corps for you.
âRemember that skilled guy you told me about?â, Sanemi mumbles while staring at the ground.
âYeah. What about him?â
âItâs not him. Sheâs a fucking girl that pretended to be a guy.â
It still feels like a feverish dream. Why did nobody realize sooner? Not even himselfâŠGod, heâs such an idiot for not throwing you out instantly. You lied straight into his face, you lied to the whole demon slayer corps all this time. You deserve to leave, you deserve all that hatred and disgust.
âThatâs actually quite impressive. How did you find out?â, Obanai comments dryly.
âI caught her bathing. Said she didnât want to get differently because sheâs a girl.â
Just the thought of seeing you there lit by nothing but moonlight, your long hair draped like a veil around you and your female curves he didnât even know existedâŠ
âThat are some unexpected news. Do the others know?â
âI wonât tell âem. Iâll kick her out the corps when I return.â
âWhy kicking her out? No matter if boy or girl, you canât deny sheâs the most promising one until now. Why not keeping her?â
âKeeping her?â, Sanemi repeats in sheer disbelief.
âAinât no way Iâll ever speak to a filthy little liar like her again.â
âHer plan worked, though. And I hate to admit it, but she did pretty good.â
Sanemiâs furious eyes dart towards Obanai in nothing but frustration. You fooled every single hashira until now. You hold so much potential that eventuallyâŠWould you survive as his tsugoko?
âIâll leaveâ, he finally speaks out before turning his back on Obanai and storming away.
What the hell is he supposed to do?
How utterly dumb you feel sitting on that porch with your wet hair still open in the cool breeze far past midnight. You have no idea where he went, if heâs out to inform the head of the corpse about your behavior or even worse, your own family. Is it too early to pack your few belongings, to leave before he comes back? You definitely canât stand another round of getting yelled at by the wind hashira.
âWhat are you doing here outside, brat?â
Fuck. He steps out of the darkness like an unpromising shadow with his face as hard as stone.
âI canât sleep anywayâ, you murmur.
âIâm so fucking mad at you for shitting me like this. Pretending youâre a guy while youâre just a girl.â
âIâm not just a girlâ, you clarify sharply.
âShut the fuck up. Youâre a lying little brat but-â
He takes a deep breath in while sitting down next to you.
âBut youâve got what it takes. Iâve been looking for a decent tsugoko for quite some time now and-â
You canât believe your ears. This man canât possibly be the wind hashira you know by now, the man who looked like heâll drown you any minute just a few hours ago. He canât suggest to take you in as his tsugoko, right? Thereâs absolutely no way this man wants to train you on a regular basis-
âAnd maybe youâre that decent fit.â
Oh.
âMe, as your tsugokoâ, you repeat his words in order to make them sound real.
âIâll still kick your ass for lying into my face like that, thoughâ, he adds aggressively.
Never in your life would you ever dreamed of being the apprentice of a hashira. You always worked hard, always made sure to develop your skills with everything you do, but being considered a tsugoko? Of the wind hashira, who never takes in a student? Who seems so rough and cruel but allowed you to handle your katana even better?
âIâd love thatâ, you finally breathe out.
âIâm beyond thankful youâre e-â
âShut up immediately. A yes is enough. Youâll stay here with me, then.â
âY-yes, Shinazugawa-sama!â
âNo go to sleep, I canât beat your ass when youâre tiredâ, he mumbles before getting up and leaving while your feelings are still over the place.
You, the tsugoko of Sanemi Shinazugawa?
-a few months later-
âGimme your best shot now, brat!â, he barks at you.
Sweat runs down your forehead like a waterfall, your heavy panting tasting like blood. Just one more hit, one more strike and youâll get him.
âThunder breathing, fourth form-â
âToo slowâ, he comments next to your ear.
Within the split of a second, you find yourself just inches away from the dirty ground with Sanemiâs arms keeping you from falling.
âStill not fast enough. Do it again.â
Mindlessly, he still drops you into the dirt with his sword casually draped over his shoulder.
You lift yourself off the ground with trembling limbs. There you are again, deep within your trip to hell and back. What you expected when agreeing on being the tsugoko of Sanemi Shinazugawa?
You grab the handle of your sword even tighter and storm towards just like you did hundreds of times before with the smallest of smiles creeping up your features.
Well, exactly that.
-steaming hot bonus: meeting in the lake at night-
You allow the cool water to caress your countless wounds gently. How good it feels to finally bathe every single day instead of once every few days. When the truth came out and everyone started to realize that you arenât a boy, you regained a part of your freedom along with the merciless training of the wind hashira. Each and every day, he tortured you and others with his cruel training methods before you slide into the lake before the sun sets and go straight back to sleep.
Not today, though. It has to be almost midnight by now, the stars in the sky glimmering so magnificent that you canât look away. Sanemi allowed you to visit your family and friends today. As you have learned, demon attacks have subsided since the sister of Tanjiro Kamado mastered the sun. And even though that means your loved ones will be safe, you canât deny the slight turn of your guts. This means a war is around the corner, that Muzan Kibutsuji himself might come for all of you.
But this is nothing you should think about now. Not when you just returned and desperately longed for a bath. You dip your head into the cold water, moan to yourself as the water surrounds you fully-
âWhat the hell are you doing here, brat?â
Sanemi.
Out of instinct you cry out while burying everything except for your head inside the dark water. Youâre butt-naked. How long has he been here already? AndâŠhas he seen you? Suddenly your whole body feels hot against the cool water around, cheeks turning dark red.
âCalm down, idiot-â
âHow long have you been here already!?â
âWhat? Iâm always taking a bath around this time. Youâre the one who shouldnât be hereâ, he clarifies dryly.
There he stands. Droplets of water run down his bare chest and almost make him shimmer in the moonlight. His wet hair stick to his face so delicately that you canât force yourself to look away. He looksâŠhot.
Hot?
âI-uhâŠI just returned fromâŠhomeâ, you stutter.
âHope your family is fineâ, he mumbles along with slicking his hair back.
Within these past months, youâve caught a glimpse of Sanemi youâve never witnessed before. This man isnât as cruel as everybody makes him look, his words arenât always meant as harsh as they sound. Sanemi has a very tender side. Especially when his eyes soften for the blink of a moment, you couldnât help but feel lost.
âThey are. Apparently, the incidents with demons involved lessened when I departedâ, you press out.
God, youâre acting ridiculous and you know it. Sanemi is your teacher, your training partner. Even though youâre living under the same roof (he even gave you an own room), there arenât any romantical feelings between both of you.
âGood to hear. Iâll let you rest a little tomorrow morning. You have to be dead tired.â
âIâm fineâ, you lie in an instant.
Truth is, youâre so drained out that the water is the only thing thatâs able to keep your knees for failing you at the moment. Not only from your journey, but all those countless harsh training sessions, dueling yourself over and over with Sanemi and the others. But youâd never admit it, would never say it out loud.
âYouâre probably the baddest liar out there. Your cheeks are red as hell, (y/n)â, Sanemi comments dryly.
You donât dare to move when he stretches out his hand. Enough to gently caress your cheek, enough to cause an explosion in your stomach.
Did Sanemi just touch you? Tenderly?
âIâŠN-noâŠIâŠâ
You canât find the words. In fact, you are too distracted to care about something like words. Slowly but surely, he draws closer with his perfectly formed chest exposed to your hungry eyes.
â(y/n), IâŠThereâs actually something I wantedâŠWellâŠFuck!â
Is that really Sanemi Shinazugawa, stumbling over his own words? And why is it him whoâs blushing at the moment?
These past few months made it really easy for you to actually respect the wind hashira. Not only his frightful skills when handling the sword, but just him. Him, when heâs brushing the fur of the cat that visits his estate from time to time. Him, when he tucks you into your blanket when assuming youâre already asleep. Him, when checking on you in his own unique way.
How ridiculous to even think about him like that, to even allow your heart to jump up and down in joy. But you canât help yourself. Despite the way you despised him when the two of you first met, you really started to love this man with all your heart.
â(y/n), youâre a pretty decent womenâ, he begins again while drawing closer.
âWell, IâŠThank you?â
A decent woman? Is that what he thinks about you?
âI still canât believe you lied to me about being a girl, thoughâ, he barks at you.
Oh.
You hate the way your heart drops. Were you really dumb enough so think he might have something to say, that he might tell you he has feelings for you as well? How ridiculous, how absolutely dumb.
âI think I should get going. Itâs been a long dayâ, you mumble.
Itâs probably the best to get away from here as soon as possible. But just when you start moving towards the shore, his hand grabs your arm tightly and twirls you around.
Right against his bare chest.
âDonât you dare leaving now, bratâ, he hisses through gritted teeth.
âIâŠthereâs something I wanna tell youâŠâ
âWhy are you acting like a child?â, you finally spit at him yourself.
Oh, youâre having enough of all those ups and downs. Especially today, when youâre totally drained out already. You really donât have the nerve for him to pick on you again, not when his last statement lies like a heavy stone in your stomach-
âActing like a child?â, he challenges you.
Just before his lips crash into yours.
Longingly, Sanemi wraps his strong arms around you, devours you against his body while all youâre able to do is holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life.
ThisâŠis really happening, right? This is really Sanemi, pressing his lips against yours over and over again while your naked skin brushes against his?
âYouâre fucking driving me insane, bratâ, he mumbles against your lips before grabbing you even tighter.
âSince the moment I realized you arenât a boy.â
He grabs you by your waist firmly, your naked skin rubbing against his sixpack almost making you lose everything thatâs left of your self-control.
âI canât get you out of my head.â
Your hands wander around his biceps, feel the deep valleys of his muscular back. God, this feels so good â almost too good to be true. But even if this is nothing but a dream, youâll enjoy every minor movement, every sweet moment until you open your eyes again.
But when you do, you donât find yourself in the comforting darkness of your room. No, his eyes glimmer like molten iron when staring down at you in the moonlight, his hot breath brushing against your wet face so seductive that you threaten to lose your balance.
âStill saying Iâm acting like a child, brat?â
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âH? Do you really think Iâm pretty?â Y/Nâs voice was slightly slurred, a mix of both tired and high as a kite from the joint theyâd finished just a bit ago. The cool air flowed in from the window theyâd cracked in order for her landlord not to get a call to complain, but she welcomed the chill. She always got a bit hot in her skin when the high hit her. âDonât lie to me. Give it to me straight.
She loved smoking, sure, but she hated how it made her mind think about things she had purposely been putting off. Like her awful fucking dating life and how stupidly lonely she was.
Harry sat next to her on the sofa, his legs spread in an obnoxious manspread, his fingers messing with the Rubikâs cube. It wasnât uncommon for them to smoke together- he was her best friend- but she wanted his opinion. The poor man was going to be subject to her insecurity.
Her string of bad dating experiences lately had made it hard to believe it wasnât a her problem.
"Pretty? Babe, you're beautiful. Come off it." he mumbled, eyes still on the puzzle game. He was in that fluid mindset, neither here nor there. His reassurance felt nice but at the same time, a little vague. Her face contorted in a frown as she looked over at him. He was still baked, so she got it, but still. A little more would be nice.
âYou have to say that. Youâre my best friend. Tell me honestly, H. What is.. what is wrong with me? Because I donât know how someone can go on so many bad dates and it not be a them problem.â It had been plaguing her the whole time and harshing the high. The words needed to come out. âIâm the common denominator.â
Finally, he put the Rubik's cube down and turned to face her fully, his gaze locked on hers. Sure, he was dazed from the weed, but he wanted to be sincere with her once he had heard how she had actually been a bit torn up from it. As hard as she tried, it wasnât easy for her to hide her emotions from him. Even high Harry could see past the playful quips she had made lately. It had only been a matter of time before she had asked him about it and in his opinion, it was bullshit. There was nothing wrong with her at all. Y/N was amazing, but it was only natural to become a little insecure when someone had the string of bad luck like she had.
"Y/N, there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. I'm being completely honest with you, I swear. It's not you, it's them.â He winced knowing how cheesy it sounded but it couldnât really be helped at the moment. âYou're a fuckinâ amazing, smart, beautiful, funny, talented, kind person... I could list off all your good qualities cause thereâs loads of âem, but mâhigh and can't think straight enough right now tâgive you the fancier words like⊠exuberant? Pretty sure that oneâs right ."
Y/N let out a little laugh. She could hear it in the low tone of his voice and how it seemed to take him longer than normal to say things when he was stoned and trying his absolute hardest to get that out, but it was a little cute. Too bad it wasnât enough to get her out of her wallowing.
âThen Iâm doomed.â She groaned, sinking into the couch. Her hands came up to cover her face, a tired sound leaving her as she tried to reset. âDude, do you know how entirely and overwhelmingly exhausting it is? And donât you dare call me dramatic.â Her eye peeped up at him before she fell back into a huff. âI know you get sex on tap but for the rest of us normal folks, itâs like a war zone out there.â
Harry snickefed at her little quip as he watched her sink into the couch. Letting out a sigh as he really thought about it though, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "I understand how you feel, trust me. It's not easy for anyone. Although I have to admit, I can't exactly relate to your dating struggles, not really. I just happen to be lucky enough to have a very dedicated fanbase."
He was joking but⊠not really. He always teased her about this. The women who tended to hang out around the garage or try to get near him after hours to ride him in the cars that he just fixed⊠It wasn't hard for him to get what he wanted. Being good looking, tattooed, solid and single, it got you a lot of places, and a lot of ass. If only she could relate.
âYeah, yeah. Slut.â She grumbled lightheartedly, kicking her foot against his thigh. It wasnât fair it was as toned as it was. âYouâre a mechanic and youâve got all the rich soccer moms throwing themselves at you for a romp in the backseat while their husbands are at work. Thatâs nice and all, but the dating pool for us commoners is abysmal at best.â
Shooting him a glare, she grabbed the bag of goldfish shaped crackers and popped some into her mouth. âAt this point Iâd be fine with a friends-with-benefits sorta thing- but god damn it, I just want someone to love me at some point.â There was a moment of silence before she cleared her throat. They didnât really discuss their sex lives and stuff often so she took his silence as one of not knowing what to say- which was fair. She was sorta dumping this all on him. In the grand scheme of things it wasnât that insane. Everyone went through shit like this. âSorry. I donât mean to actually be dramatic this time.â
Harry shook his head at her remark, giving her a reassuring smile that had his eyes crinkling at the corners. He locked his gaze on her face as he listened to her speak, his expression softening with understanding instead of the smug joking he was giving off before. "Hey, sâalright babe. You're not being dramatic. It's how you feel, and I understand that. Everyone deserves love, and I have no doubt you'll find it."
He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. When he spoke again, his voice low and sincere as he knocked his hand against her thigh to get her to look at him.
"Y/N... can I ask you somethinâ? And donât make it weird.â He warned, making her unsure what the hell he could be asking.
Brushing the hair out of her eyes, she turned to look back at him with a questioning look on her face. âSure. Whatâs up?â
Harry seemed to hesitate for a moment, unsure whether he should ask or not. It would most definitely change their dynamic if she was offended or freaked out by it, but regardless he felt like it it was something he knew he had to ask. He shifted on the couch, turning to face her fully, taking a deep breath and letting his gaze lock on hers before speaking.
"Yâknow how you were saying how you're open to a friends with benefits thing? And how you're tired of being alone?"
âYeahâŠ. I literally said it like, two second ago.â She replied, voice slow and drawn out. She knew she was foggy, but damn. Of course she didnât want to draw conclusions but she had to wonder why he would be bringing that up again. Her heart beat a little harder as she narrowed her eyes at him. âWhy?â
His gaze remained steady on hers, his expression unreadable. He took a moment before speaking again, his voice low and slightly hoarse. Of course he wanted to be careful with his words, in the off chance this could offend her but he knew that heâd kick himself for not asking if he avoided it. He took a deep breath before asking the question.
"I was wondering... if you'd be interested in having an arrangement like that... with me."
Blinking rapidly, she had to be sure she wasnât just hearing things. Usually she wasnât the type to have hallucinations when high, but she didnât know if he would ever actually suggest that. âUh.. can you repeat that?â
Harry smiled softly as he saw her surprise. He knew it was a big ask, but he was committed to the idea now.
Leaning forward, his voice was smooth and deliberate as he repeated his question, this time with more confidence considering she hadnât completely looked disgusted at the idea.
"I was asking if you'd be interested in having a friend's with benefits arrangement with me. No strings attached, just a... way to fulfill certain needs without the commitment. What would you say to something like that?"
âYeah, thatâs what I thought you said.â The nod was casual, as if that hadnât just completely freaked her out. Not in a bad way! But in aâŠ. What-the-fuck-my-best-friend-just-asked-me to-casually-hook-up-on-the-regular, sort of way.
âUh⊠Iâm not saying no, but I have to ask why youâd suggest that? I didnât think you were attracted to me in the slightest.â It had completely come out of left field. The intent behind complaining wasnât for him to offer but to get genuine advice from him considering he never seemed to struggle in the dating department.
"Who the hell said I wasn't attracted to you? Iâve always thought you were stunning.â It wasnât supposed to come off defensively but he had to wonder in the moment if maybe it did. Harry had never once thought of her as anything but mind blowingly gorgeous.
âOkay, but you have to say that. Youâre my best friend, like I said before. I justâŠ.â Hesitance grew on her face, looking over his own for any sign of joking. If he was, her ego really couldnât handle another blow. âI really donât want to be a pity fuck. And I also donât want to like⊠no offense to you, I donât want to sleep with someone who isnât exclusive with me? Not like in the dating sense but like, Iâd ask you not to sleep with anyone else for safety and I donât know how youâd feel about that.â Maybe she was rambling but thoughts were running rampant in her already overcrowded brain. Asking him not to fuck anyone else felt like an overstep for some reason.
As she spoke, Harry nodded along, listening intently. He understood her hesitation and appreciated the honesty; it was one of the things he had always loved about her- But he certainly didn't want her to feel like a âpity-fuckâ either. That was the furthest thing she could be. He could respect her wanting a certain degree of exclusivity, especially for safety. He knew he was a bit of a whore and he wasnât ashamed of it, but he had full ability and sometimes the wish to be monogamous- more than he expressed. Granted, if it were anyone else heâd probably feel a little suffocated in an ask like that but⊠It didnât sound so bad when it came to Y/N.
"I get it," he said, nodding in agreement. Reaching out and placing a hand on her knee, his touch warm and gentle, he tried his best to reassure her. "I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't find you attractive, Y/N. It's not about pity, it's about wanting a connection with someone I know and trust. And itâs not like it isnât a convenience for me, too. No awkward leaving afterward, no like⊠âhere Iâll get you a cabâ or saying no to a sleepover. Weâve slept in the same bed loads of times and you know I love a cuddle..â
Sharpening her gaze on him, she tilted her head. âIs this because you wanna do some crazy kinky stuff? Cause Iâm open but I dunno how crazy Iâll get.â She was kind of kiddingâŠ. But kinda not. There were her own things she wanted to explore, but she didnât want to be a lab rat.
Harry's eyebrows raised at her question, slightly taken aback. He couldn't help but laugh lightly at her tone, but there was also a hint of genuine interest in his reply.
"You really think I'm into kink, huh? Some sort of freak in the sheets?â Wiggling his brows, he teased her. It wasnât as if it wasnât obvious that he was a bit of a frequent fucker, but he didnât have much shame in that. It wasnât a kiss and tell sort of situation, but he wasnât shy about letting her know heâd had a lovely night the day prior when need be. âWell, maybe. But no, that's not the only reason..." He let out a breath, a smirk on his lips. "But I'd loveeee to find out what you'd be open to, if we did this."
âNope, you first, casanova.â She bounced in her seat, getting closer. Her nosy tendencies took precedence over everything else, it appeared. Getting to know more about him that was was enticing and she couldnât hold herself back. âWhat's the crazy stuff youâre into? Câmon, we never talk about this stuff.â
Harry was open about the fact he had a healthy supply of offers and hookups but she had stopped him a few times from giving details. Mostly for her sake, so she didnât see him as some sort of deviant- even if he was. Now, though, knowing she was potentially someone who could experience said things? Her curiosity was killing the cat. Her cat. Metaphorically speaking.
The manâs lips curled into a small smile as he saw her eager expression. He leaned back on the sofa, his arm stretched out behind her. He was throughly enjoying her nosiness- maybe for the first time- considering it gave him the perfect opportunity to tease her a bit more. "Oh, where do I even start... I have quite a few kinks, darling. But I have a feeling you'd like to hear about a certain one..."
âOkay⊠so tell me.â She rolled her hand to motion to him to continue. Patience really wasnât Y/Nâs strong suit and it was beginning to show, even if the smoking had initially relaxed her. âLetâs hear it. I want to know what Iâd be getting myself into, besides greasy hands and the smell of motor oil.â Though sheâd never admit how sheâd learned to enjoy it, too.
He couldnât lie and say he wasn't enjoying how intently she was looking at him, how her gaze was fixed on his every move. He leaned forward just a bit, his voice dropping lower as he continued* "Alright, yâwanted to know, you'll get to know like the princess yâare. But keep in mind, I've got a few of these, not just one." The taunting made her give him that impatient look he was used to, snickering under his breath as she bore her eyes into him.
âOkay. Lay them on me, tell me!â She huffed, knocking his knee. âYouâre edging for no reason. I already know that one because youâre gross. Tell me the real stuff.â
Raising a brow at her eagerness, he leaned back again with his arm still draped behind her. He began speaking again, letting his voice drop a bit. "Alright, just a little tiny taste then⊠See if you can handle it. I've got a thing for power dynamics, darling. Particularly, I like to be in control."
âMm⊠I could have guessed that. Youâve got the whole smolder thing, and you do theâŠâ Y/N put her hand behind his neck before pulling it off. âThen you do the neck holding thing when we go out. You like to control where people go. Boss me around. So I had a clue. Give me one I wouldnât expect.â
The perceptive observations hadnât been something he expected, but it did amuse him. He reached up to brush a strand of her hair away from her face, his fingers lingering against her skin.
"You know me too well, little dove." He muttered, his eyes sparkling with mischief. This was a conversation he was enjoying. Not one he anticipated tonight, no, but one that had him on the edge of his metaphorical seat. His real seat was leaned against the back of the couch. "Okay then... how about this? I also enjoy a bit of exhibitionism. Kinky enough for you?"
âOh?â She sat with it for a moment. âActually⊠that makes sense too. Youâre understated in public but you still get a lot of attention. Behind the scenes youâre an attention whore and stuff, which I know first hand but⊠yeah.â She huffed. âDamn. Canât believe I didnât guess that sorta stuff.â Another question popped into her mind. âWait⊠what have you done with that? Are you talking like. Dressing rooms, cars? Or in front of people for real?â
Harry grinned as she continued to analyze his kinks, watching her as she went through it in her head. Had she thought about it before on her own? That wasnât something heâd mind, in all honest. He chortled at her question and leaned back, his arm wrapped behind her. He didn't want to reveal too much but he was enjoying this back and forth. Maybe a tad bit more than he should be.
"You've got good instincts, darling. Yes, I enjoy exhibitionism. And yeah, both dressing rooms and cars are on the list. But not just that... I like a bit more of an audience sometimes. But thatâs a different conversation. I can explain why I like it, though. Since you seem to be so curious.â
âDo tell.â Yes, maybe she was a little nosy but⊠it was slightly arousing. Harry was interesting to her before but now, with the idea of her being in those scenarios, she felt an elevated desperation to know.
Harry noticed how her eyes darkened with excitement as she listened to him and it made a feeling of satisfaction twist in his gut. Having an effect on her was something he hadnât realized heâd enjoy so much, but now that he had a taste he wanted to see more of it. He shifted a bit closer, his voice dropping into a low whisper. "I like the thrill of being caught. The danger of it, yâknow? I love that itâs risky, that your adrenaline pump and youâve got tâbe quiet. Or you donât, and you have people see- when itâs appropriate.â That was something heâd experienced a few times. âIâve had it happen before. Maybe I could arrange that, if thatâs something youâd want. People watching, not touching, just watching me touch you... and Iâd touch you plenty, darling."
âI think um, Iâd like itâ It was hard to talk with how her tongue felt tied. âIâve not done a lot of it but I think Iâd be open to seeing and doing more of it.â Her voice weakened, feeling him close to her. His cologne was warm and slightly spiced, his fingertips brushing her arm. Y/N had never experienced the sort of thing he was describing. The most she had done was fuck in a car. âY-Yeah. I think thatâs something we could um⊠try.â She cleared her throat, trying not to show how affected she actually was. It was hard not to. âWhat other kinks? Anything I wouldnât guess?â
Harry saw right through her attempts to seem unbothered and he grinned, his hand continuing to lightly brush against her shoulder. He was enjoying the effect he had on her, the more the minutes passed by. It was a brand new side of her that he hadnât been privy too prior, but now that he had a chance to? He was going to indulge.
"Glad you're up for trying it, darling. And as for other kinks..." He paused for a moment, his gaze trailing over her body before he spoke again in a deeper voice.
"I'm also into a bit of rope bondage, but thatâs for another day too. The typical things youâd expect in kink too, the rougher stuff sometimes, but I really like working you up until you canât take it anymore. Making you desperate, yâknow?"
âRopes?â She swallowed the shock. âOh. HmâŠâ it made sense given the other things but for some reason she hadnât expected him to be into actual ropes. âIâd have thought maybe more handcuffs but you do like being difficult, donât you?â
It was a joke but it slightly intimidated her. Nothing she wouldnât try, though. She trusted him to do that sort of thing with her, if they got to it.
Harry hummed at her surprise and leaned a little closer, his hand coming up to her chin to tilt her face towards him. His eyes locked with hers, his tone serious. It was hard to ignore how beautiful she was now that he was allowed to think that way. It was something heâd tried to limit his brain from indulging in before, but knowing heâd have all the rights to be the one to stare and touch her, he felt like a layer had been peeled back.
"Yeah, darling, I like being difficult. And I like being in control. But we'll take it slow, alright?" He saw the hint of intimidation on her face and the small act of rebellion he liked to see in her. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, her skin hot and soft under his touch. âNothinâ you donât want tâdo. Iâll make sure you're comfortable. Even if youâre a miserable little brat sometimes.â
âIâŠâ her train of thought was stalled by the tender touch. Harry was⊠he was being a lot more liberal with his touches. Sometimes he was when he was high in general but this itself had her feeling hot under her skin. There was that intention now that this was slightly more than what friends do. âI canât lie and say Iâm not slightly intimidated by the thought of us doing stuff together. Youâve done a lot more than me.â She admitted meekly.
Harry simpered as he heard her confession and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He appreciated her honesty, understanding her intimidation. It would be the same for him in her position, but luckily he was going to use his advantage for good. "I know I've done more than you, but that's not a good nor a bad thing. Everyone is experienced in their own way, darling. And that's the point of us doing this... to explore each other, to learn what the other likes." He ran his hand down her arm, his fingers lightly tracing her skin, sending chills across her body.
His fingers curled around her wrist, lightly pulling her up and leading her to straddle his lap. This wasnât at all where she had expected this night to go but⊠she couldnât complain. With her nerves aside, Harry was by far one of the most attractive people she had ever met. There was no way she could turn away the opportunity to feel the way he touched someone romantically.
âYouâre really okay not sleeping with anyone else in order to do stuff with me?â
Harry gazed up at her as she straddled his lap, his hands sliding up her thighs, pulling her closer against him. He looked up at her with a mix of desire and affection, appreciating her concern for his boundaries. "I'm absolutely fine with it," he assured her, his voice a low rumble. "I don't want anyone else." His hand came up, gently cupping her jaw. "I want to make you feel good, Y/N. I want to give you all the pleasure you deserve, and I want to be the only one doing it."
Y/N let out a weak sound as his lips pressed against the corner of her mouth. Having him so close was making her feel lightheaded, placing her hands on his shoulders as he tugged her closer to him, chest to chest.
âWhat do you want to do tonight?â She mumbled, eyes dropping to his lips back up to his eyes. âWe donât have to do like, everything and stuff but⊠I dunno.â The weed definitely made her aroused.
Harry chuckled softly, his lips just barely grazing the corner of her mouth, teasing her again. Feeling her body against his, her hands on his shoulders, it sent a wave of heat through his body. He doubted she knew that heâd started getting aroused when she started talking about what heâd be into.
"You're cute when you're bashful, darling. And high." He teased, his lips curving into a smirk as he spoke against her skin. "As for what I want to do... I just want to enjoy this moment. Maybe smoke a bit more, later. But mostly I just want to touch you."
âO-okay. You can touch me however you want.â Giving him that opening was bold, but she also knew she needed to just let him take charge. He said he liked to dom, so he would take care of her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt soft presses of his lips over her cheek, down to her jaw.
âYou smell really good.â
Harry could feel himself holding back the pleased noise. The little compliment was a welcomed one, but he didnât get them often from her. It was a new part of their dynamic but he couldnât find himself upset with it. In fact, he was going to do everything he could to get some more out of her. He glanced at her, enjoying the way her eyes closed in response to his touch. Running his nose down the column of her neck, he took a little inhale of her scent. Sugary Sweet. Just like her.
"So do you, darling." He spoke against her skin.
In a test of how sheâd react, he let his hands slid under her shirt, his fingers tracing along her bare skin. There was no stiffening, so he continued slowly moving closer to the hem of her bra. His lips continued their path down, leaving behind a trail of tingling sensations and wet marks on her skin.
The shaky exhale was louder than she had wanted, his hot fingertips burning a trail over her skin. He took the permission to heart, tracing the bottom of her bra as his lips moved down her collarbone.
Her breathing hitched as she felt his teeth sink into the skin lightly, a firm sucking making her fingers grip his shoulders tightly and nails dig into him just a bit. âOh, shit⊠why does that feel good?â
Harry giggled against her skin as he felt her nails digging into his shoulders, enjoying the fact he was already getting a reaction out of her. He continued to kiss and bite her skin, occasionally sucking on the sensitive parts, marking his territory and drawing out more sounds from her.
"Cause I know what I'm doing, darling." He murmured against her skin before biting her collarbone again, this time a bit rougher.
âOh my god.â She keened, head falling back as her hand came up to cup the back of his head. Fingers curled in his hair, feeling his mouth mark her up while his hand went under her bra, cupping her in his palms. âFuck.â
Y/N felt the pulsing between her slick thighs, her sleep shorts riding up as she shuffled closer and pressed his mouth harder against her skin. It had been a while since sheâd gotten laid but it was a little embarrassing how quickly he managed to get her to feel completely insane.
The sounds of her keening and breathing and the feeling of her arching into his touch was making his own need for her grow. His lips continued to work her her skin, marking and kissing and doing all the things he wanted because it felt like heaven to have this on tap. He could only imagine how much better their smoking sessions would be, how much more fun sleepovers would be if he got to love her up like this without a second thought.
âHâŠâ she whimpered. Rocking her hips slightly, she rubbed against his bulge she could feel clearly between her thighs. âYouâre h-hard already?â
Harry hummed quietly, feeling a thrill as she rubbed against him. His lips curled into a smirk against her skin before he lifted his head up, looking at her with darkened eyes. "Yeah, 'course I am, darling. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"
Moving his hands back down to her hips, he gripped them tightly to grind himself against her. Give her a taste of just how hard his cock got for her. There was no reason for her to doubt. âYou did this, sweet girl. Sâall your fault.â
âOh, shit.â She groaned, giggling at the end as she felt his mouth fall onto her chest. Wet, sloppy kisses were placed on the tender skin as she felt him guide her back and forth, setting a pace for the friction. âI canât tell if itâs been a long time or if uh⊠if youâre just really good at this.â
Both. It was absolutely both.
Harry chuckled against her chest, his breath hot against her skin before his smirk widened.
"Mm, I would like to think it's because I'm really good at this," his hands guided her hips, setting a slow, torturous pace. "But maybe also a bit of both. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
âUh-huh.â She nodded. â9 months.â
Harry raised an eyebrow at her response and tilted his head to the side.
"Nine months? Damn, babe." He murmured, his hands going under her shirt, his fingers tracing up her sides, making her shiver. Getting the reactions from her felt almost as good as her rubbing over his cock. "That's a long time."
âJust didnât find anyone good enough to let in my bed.â She retorted, using her grip on his head to guide him back to her chest. âTake my shirt off.â
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He quickly pulled her shirt off, throwing it over his shoulder, before his hands came back up to her body, slowly tracing up her stomach, his fingers brushing over her skin. The thought had been there quite a few times over what sheâd look like bare, but this was a brand new vision for him. One he absolutely adored.
"Beautiful." He murmured, his gaze wandering over her chest as he took in the sight of her bare skin, his breathing growing a bit heavier.
Her voice interrupted his inspection of her body. âBra, too, please. Have to bite the bullet.â Despite her nerves that maybe he wouldnât like what he saw, she felt comfortable with him. Harry wouldnât ever make her feel bad. That much she knew for certain.
Plus⊠she wanted to feel more of his mouth.
Harry chuckled softly and nodded, his gaze locking with hers for a moment as he ran his fingers over the straps of her bra, pulling them down over her shoulders.
"You're so beautiful, darling. Don't ever feel nervous around me," his reassurance grounded her, his voice gentle but firm.
He reached behind her back, quickly unclasping her bra and pulling it off, tossing it away. Taking a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him, his eyes lit with desire. âGod. You donât even understand how phenomenal you are, do you? Mâa lucky son of a bitch that youâre letting me touch you at all.â
Y/N continued to rub herself against him, feeling flushed at the praise. It was embarrassing that she had a pretty good idea that her sleep shorts were getting soaked, but she was swollen and wet and the motions itself of him between her legs were getting her embarrassing close.
Feeling his mouth kiss over the naked skin, she let out a moan that she hadnât expected to. He was delicate but demanding, taking what he wanted.
Harry groaned as he felt her rubbing herself harder against him, his hands gripping her hips tightly to guide her movements. He couldn't resist the need building up inside him, the need to make her moan and whimper and squirm beneath him.
"You sound so pretty, darling," The compliment murmured against her skin, his lips traveling down her chest, stopping every so often to leave wet kisses, claiming every inch of skin he could. Selfish, possessive, needy. He wouldnât deny any three of those allegations should she so choose to label him.
âItâs gonna feel so good when youâre inside of me.â She whispered, almost in awe. He was thick and long and she could feel every inch under her. It was almost intimidating to feel it and know that was going to be inside of her at some point. âBut I⊠we have to wait for that. Wanna do that when we arenât all⊠you know.â High. At least the first time they fucked, she wanted to be sober completely. âI think I could get off just like this, though. I feel so good right now.â
Harry nodded, his lips continuing to leave wet kisses on her skin, his hands roaming up her sides as he continued to grind himself against her.
"Impatient, aren't you, darling?" He teased, nipping at her neck before moving his mouth to her ear, whispering in it. "You'll just have to wait for that, though. But...there's always other ways to get us both off, hm?"
âWhich way?â She breathed, eager to hear any and all suggestions he had.
Harry held her gaze, his eyes dark and full of desire as he spoke in a low, husky tone.
"Let me show you."
He gently pushed her back until she was laying down, his hands running down her thighs, pushing them apart slowly. Shifting his position, he hovered over her, his body fitting perfectly between her legs. His weight rested on his forearms as he looked down at her, she felt her world right itself from how it had been tipped over.
Y/N hadnât expected the shift of direction but she liked it. Feeling him on top of her, she felt⊠delicate. Protected. Even if his gaze was predatory and hot, she knew he was good hands to be in.
She also hadnât expected his hands to grab her shorts, pulling them off and tossing them to the side- but as soon as her panties were exposed, he settled back between her thighs. It was less of a barrier between them.
Harry hummed in approval as he got a glimpse of her panties, taking a moment to admire the sight before him. "You're so fucking wet, darling. Made a mess of those useless shorts. Panties arenât much better." He murmured, his eyes roaming over her body before they went back up to her face. "And I fuckinâ love that you're all mine right now."
Y/N couldnât take it anymore. Grabbing his face, she pulled it back up to her own and kissed him. Taking matters into her own hands, she felt him reciprocate immediately. And god, could the man fucking kiss.
Harry let out a soft curse at her sudden action but didn't hesitate to kiss her back through it all, his lips moving against hers hungrily. He pressed his body closer against hers, trapping her beneath him as his tongue delved into her mouth, greedily tasting and claiming her like he had been teasing the whole time.
âI wish you could fuck me right now.â She whimpered, feeling him rock against her. His cock perfectly pressed against her cunt and their mouths lapping against one anotherâs, it was heated and desperate. They couldnât, not right now, but the idea of it had her slick and throbbing. It was unfair how her body was so primed and ready for him but she had to do the right thing. Heâd feel so perfect inside of her and sheâd be so full and they both knew it. âI wish you were inside me.â
Harry groaned at her words, the sound almost like a growl as he buried his face against her neck, his breathing getting heavier as he heard her whimper. He rocked his hips against her, his own need growing stronger with every second that passed.
"You have no idea how badly I want that, darling. But we can't...not yet." He whispered against her skin, his hands gripping her hips tightly. âIâm plenty patient, though. Iâll wait for you to want it, and thenâŠâ the pause was heavy. âThen Iâll give you every fucking thing youâve ever wanted out of a fuck. Can promise you that.â
âI know. I know.â There was no doubt that he was fully and utterly capable. She swallowed back her desperation, wrapping her legs around his hips to pull them closer. âYou just feel so good against me. I never expected thisâŠâ she whispered against his mouth. âBut Iâm so happy you decided to be horny and suggest it.â
Harry laughed, leaning down to press his lips against her neck again, licking at the skin as he continued to move his hips against hers, his body hot and heavy against hers. He lifted his head up slightly, looking down at her with darkened eyes as he took in how she had started to look a little blissed out. Just how he wanted her.
"I didn't expect it either, darling. But... I'm glad I did." He murmured, his fingers caressing her skin as he settled into a slow, steady rhythm. Rubbing back and forth, rocking his clothed cock into the sticky heat of her ruined panties, he knew her scent would be on them and that just sort of did something to him. Her own mark left on him.
Y/N felt the bubbling pleasure in her tummy. Feeling him rutting against her, the softness of his tongue as it brushed against her own, his hand curled around the back of her neck in such a possessive and firm grip, she felt controlled in the best way. Her eyes rolled back as she felt him grind harder against her.
âFuck, Daddy. That feels so fucking good, feeling you against my cunt.â She purred, keeping herself glued to him. There was a pause of moment but she could feel him twitch against her, the sharp intake of breath as he tried to catch himself. It had been a shot in the dark, but one that hit the bullseye. âYou like when I call you that? Does it make you feel good too?â
The reaction was visible. The man liked it more than she could even seem but that didnât mean she wasnât going to play into it to see just how far it went. âDaddy⊠daddyâŠ. Dadddy.â She taunted, whispering it against his skin. âYouâll make me cum like this. Just keep grinding into meâŠ. Just like this.â
Harry groaned at her response, his lips moving down to her neck, leaving biting kisses in his path. The honorific had him weak, even more worked up than he had thought he could be in this scenario. Little Y/N was getting bolder by the minute and he fucking adored it. It made him wonder what else he could get out of her.
"You're gonna get it, darling. Jusâ be patient and let me make you feel nice, the way youâve been wantinâ too." he murmured against her skin, his hips continuing to move against hers, keeping a steady pace. His hand cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him, his eyes dark and intense as he looked down at her. "Daddy's gonna take such good care of you, Y/N. Donât ever doubt it."
Harry was hot to the touch, her fingers guiding his face back to kiss her as he ground his cock into her. She could feel how it twitched against her, her legs keeping him close so they could stay glued together. âThat feelsâŠâ she babbled. âSâgood. So good, H. I feel so hot and Iâm so fucking wet and I wish there wasnât anything between us but we gotta be good. So good.â She rambled. It was hard to control what left her mouth. She would call it temporary insanity if he brought it up again outside of their arrangement, but the simple movements were making her lose her goddamn head.
Harry's breathing was getting heavier by the minute, his heart pounding against his chest like they wanted to escape his ribcage as he continued to rock his hips against hers. He felt hot and needy, every fiber of his being screaming to be closer to her, but he held himself back, knowing that they had to at least try to be good. Heâd get to sink his cock into that hot cunt another day, make her cum around it and squeeze and milk every drop from his balls into her. That was something he was going to look forward to. But for right now they were testing the waters, and he liked it way more than he thought he would.
"Yâfeel so good, darling. So, so fuckinâ good, can barely stand it." He murmured against her lips, letting the praise flow easily off his tongue. Itâs what the woman deserved. All these shitty hookups and no one knew how to get to those little itches she couldnât scratch- but he could read her so easily. Harry knew what she needed. "You're doing so well for me, being so good. Daddy's proud of you."
The last sentence made her whine out loud. Pleasure flowed through her at his praise, wanting more of it. All of it. It had been so long since she had been touched by someone else, and while the last person she had expected to do it was her best friend, she had also never felt this level of desperation.
Harry could feel her body responding to his words, her whimpers and whines making his own desire for her grow even more. He loved knowing that his praise was making her feel good, that she needed to hear his words. He continued to murmur sweet, filthy things in her ear as his body moved against hers, his need for her growing more and more intense with every second.
"Thatâs my girl, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me, letting me take care of you like this."
He knew it had been a long time for her, felt it in how she kissed. Selfishly he would be glad to be the one she got to take care of her. No one else really deserved it. Maybe he didnât either, but he cared for her genuinely. He liked her and he wanted the best for her- so thatâs what he was going to do.
âMâgonna cum, daddy.â She whispered. âI feel it. Youâre getting my clit so perfect each time you move⊠god, sâso embarrassing to cum dry humping but I forgot how good it feels.â Or maybe it just hadnât ever felt this good with anyone else. It had been a while, sure, but she hadnât actually had dry sex with someone since she was sneaking around with her boyfriends back home. Something about it made her know that it had to be a Harry thing, though. That heâs the reason it felt this fucking good and why she was desperate for it.
Harry could feel her words shooting straight to his core, his body growing hotter in response. He could tell that she was close before she had even said so, by the way her body trembled against him, by the way her words got breathier and more desperate. Hearing her say so only made him more eager to get there.
"That's it, sweetheart. Let daddy make you feel good, darling." Harry murmured in her ear, his hands gripping her tighter, his body moving against hers more frantically now as he chased his own release alongside hers. She was going to cum, she was going to cum because of him and fuck if that wasnât the sweetest reward he could think of- he wasnât sure what was. "You're doing so perfect for me. Just let go for me. You can do it. I've got you, sweet girl."
Y/N felt it approach quicker than she had wanted. It was no wonder, though. Harry was giving her everything she didnât know she needed in the simplest way, and he wasnât even inside of her yet. She felt safe and appreciated as his fingers held her and his lips cooed encouragement to her, the rhythmic back and forth of his cock rutting against her poor, soaked panties, the heat boiling over.
âIâm gonna- mâcumming, mâcumming, Iâm cumming Daddy- Harry.â She babbled as her eyes welled up with pleasured tears, nails digging into his skin as she came.
Harry's breathing hitched as he felt her grip on him, her hands digging into his skin and her body trembling against his as she came. âThere you go baby, there you fuckinâ go. Yes.â He gasped, feeling himself tip over the edge. His name leaving her lips in a strangled whimper had been the final straw, his own release hitting him like a wave, his body shuddering against hers as he followed her over the edge. Shooting right into his briefs, he felt the hot and sticky load and momentarily mourned the loss of it not being inside of her, but it was quickly passed over as the orgasm washed over him.
"God, darling," the man groaned, his voice low and rough as he buried his face against her neck. Mouthing over the skin as he tried to gather his bearings, he mumbled sweetness into her. "You did so well for me, sweetheart. You're so perfect. So good for me. Sweetest fuckinâ peach."
The loud groan that followed her own had caught her off guard, the sharp thrusts of his hips making her cry out in overstimulation but she did little to stop it, keeping her legs around his hips. âWhat the fuck was that?â She laughed, head falling back on the sofa with her eyes blurry and wet. It was hard to think.
Harry couldnât say anything, his own brain fuzzy and his body in overload after that climax. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his forehead resting on her shoulder. His curls brushed her skin, scalp slightly damp as her fingers settled in the mess of hair and brushed through it without a second thought.
"Bloody fuckinâ hell, babe." Harry finally managed to say, his voice a bit shaky. "That was⊠incredible." He lifted his head up, looking down at her disheveled and flushed form, his eyes roaming over her.
It was just dry sex, but it had been better than some of the full on stuff heâd had. Maybe it was just their connection, their vibe, maybe even being high, but he knew it felt impeccable. This was something he wanted to revisit- and he would, especially when he was all alone with his hand on his cock.
âIf it feels good like that, what the hell are we gonna do when we do the real thing?â Y/N blinked up at him, the flush of her orgasm glowing on her skin. She felt her body shivering slightly, her poor panties a complete mess sheâd need to change into, but there was no regret so far. It took her by surprise considering she had been anticipating a bit of awkwardness between the both of them but there was no hint of it as they recovered, a light kiss pressed over her cheek as his hazy eyes looked down at her.
Harry let out a half-laugh, his body still feeling heavy and spent after that intense release- one that had been a welcomed surprise. There had been no prior indication that would be happening tonight but for as insane as it was that it happened, he was more than happy that it did. Getting to experience this side of Y/N had been something he liked far more than he could have ever anticipated.
Leaning down, his forearms rested on either side of her head as his eyes locked with hers while he spoke. "I have a feeling that the real thing will be earth-shattering." He said, his voice low and slightly hoarse. "The wait might kill me, though."
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THE THINGS HE TAKES FOR GRANTED
in which he takes a moment to justify himself after never noticing your little crush for him
starring. msby!miya atsumu x fem!reader
genre(s): angst to fluff, long scenario sets in post-timeskip!
warning(s): reader is nice and overworks herself. not proofhead i apologize
authorâs note: It's kind of not what i had imagined but hope you enjoy it.
choose your character:Â m. atsumu | k. akaashi
another clichĂ© beginning for the person you are right now - the MSBY team manager - is that youâve loved the miya atsumu since high school. itâs not like being the teamâs manager isnât your dream, you loved this job and had been dying to do it because youâve loved volleyball, too. plus, you will have the opportunity to stay close and take care of the team, especially your crush who just merely thinks you are his best friend.
you first laid eyes on him when you were sitting alone on the subway, his dyed-blonde locks caught your attention as he first talked to you about the chase atlanticâs song you were listening to, he was cute, warm and friendly. at that moment, you were verified that he wasnât the guy who was fond of his fan girls that everybody had been rumoring about. He eventually found out that you guys went to the same high school, so as to start a new beginning of your bonding friendship.
It wasnât long until you finally realized that you might have adored the pretty setter a little too much than usual. his touches, his smile, the way he calls your name and his genuine characteristics when he was used to you being around seemed a little bit more easy to flutter your heart than every other day. Ever since then, you just hid your feelings and was grateful for what you got right then because you knew that if you confess, you couldnât get this best friend treatment that you silently fell for for any longer.
You impressed yourself for even keep it until now. you and him are mature and beautiful, but you still canât help but feel so âhigh schoolâ when you look at him. the least thing you could do for a friend (crush) is care for him through bottles of flavored electrolyte water, preparing his favorite after-practice snacks and even cool and soft towels to calm the heat down after a match. However, it seems like mr. miya doesnât notice all of the hard work you did for him, he was so used to be taken care of by you that he accidentally failed to realize the special treatment only for him but nobody else.
âHey, tired yet? you can call it a day for now if you want?â you smiled, hand over his bottle of water you prepared for him to the softly panting atsumu taking a break on the bench. He is quite preoccupied with his earlier techniques that he need to improve, he only spares you a glance then takes the bottle to drink without saying any words, you assume that he is in a bad mood.
âoh, andâ you search for the thing in your bag. âhere, your towelâ
he nods and takes it, it makes you feel awkward. thatâs⊠allâŠ? You try to not overthink yourself, after all, it was quite a tense match, and the fact that your team will have an important volleyball game the next month proves his concerns are valid.
you watch atsumu leave when hinata shoyo came up to you.
âoh? isnât that our manager?â you startle at his voice. âhehe, please donât mind tsumu at all, please, he just got pissed because he made a mistake during practiceâ the sunshine grins, having him around surely just brighten everything up, because he is just so sweet and comfortable to be with.
âno, no,⊠I really donât mind at all, actuallyâ you know atsumu better than anyone so you donât take his actions to heart sometimes, itâs justâŠ
âoi, oi! I know what youâre thinking, I saw you overthere doing things for tsumu. This guy, honestlyâŠâ Hinata sure saw you earlier with enthusiasm written on all over your face while preparing those towels and bottles, he felt bad for you and decided to cheer you up regardless atsumu has just cracked your poor heart a little.
âItâs okay, hinata. thank you for checking on me!â you smile wide, so my efforts wasnât invalidated at all, gratefully bow down to see the awkward hinata trying to stutter words out.
âno- no, donât do that, you are our manager, thatâs just nothing! besides, seeing you give tsumu so special treatment makes me real jealous!!â he huffs cutely. âI really want that flavored electrolyte water, too! what a shame he wouldnât notice.â
you laugh sheepishly as you guys return to your dorms to rest. things have been going hard for you like crazy, the work amount weighing on your shoulders make it almost unbearable, but you still stay strong and put a warm smile on your face so nobody would notices. you have been thinking of retiring just in case the situation just got worse to the level of destroying your mental health. but, by thinking of your small joy of seeing atsumu everyday, you hesitated.
your sleepless nights start when the important games take a step closer, you overworked yourself and often feel burnt out, your time with atsumu narrows as you find it hard to start a conversation even in lunch break. atsumu does feel weird. why isnât y/n sit with us? she is nowhere to be found these days.
âhey, tsum-tsumâ said bokuto. âwhat do you think of y/n?â he said, putting a tray of food on the table while making his way to sit.
ây/n? whatâs with her?â the fake blond raises a brow, munching on his food
âI think sheâs so cute and thoughtful, base on her affection for you, i betcha sheâs completely smittenâ the owl laughs as the other teammates giggle along. âyou should consider on dating her, what a waste if you donât, sheâs literally girlfriend material, same thoughts huh, hinata?â he winks and the tangerine head give him back a thumbs up.
âdating y/n, huh?â atsumu laughs as if he doesnât take bokutoâs statements seriously. âI donât date my friends, you know. besides, y/n is just a close friend of mine, she ainât my typeâ
âheartless tsumu⊠she worked so hard for you these daysâŠâ hinata fake crying when talking about you
âI know that she makes snacks and does things for me, but sometimes, thatâs just unnecessary, i donât need it to be all the damn time, it feels a little annoying, i just need to be alone to refresh my thoughtsâ he sighs. ânow you told me to consider on dating her, i wouldnât know how long i can take it.â
now there is dead silence following his statement, everybody just awkwardly continues finishing their lunch, and you do know eavesdropping is a thing that you shouldnât do. but you did. before you even notice, hot streams cover your face and you feel your breath hitches. the coach sends you to check on the team at such wrong timing, you canât face them, the voices earlier destroy your confidence, replace it with angst and hurt. so⊠what i did is just a bother to him, huh. you realize now, that you were such a dumbass trying to make him catch feeling by all of this. and with the tiniest amount of pride left, you back up a smile and step into the cafeteria, the atmosphere suddenly feels tense as everybody hasnât been moving on since their last conversation, atsumu feels an uneasy feeling when he sees you behind him, guilt? he thinks.
âhey⊠coach sent me to check up on you guys, please be well rested at your dorms after lunch, we have practice match at 2pm, alright?â your voice evidently trembles, you try cover it up with some fake coughs. oh, who are you kidding? itâs atsumu miya weâre talking about. he first notices how your eyes are a bit swollen, have you been crying? your tired figure due to sleepless nights, the way you havenât eaten properly shows right in front of his eyes. he suddenly felt a twinge in his heart, in which moment he never wanted to see you like this, ever again. but, whatâs all this for? he doesnât like you⊠right? because- youâre his best friend, and caring is whatâs best friends do, am I correct?
you left the cafeteria. atsumu feels like his whole head is going to explode, he regrets what he said earlier, knowing seventy per cent that you might have listened to it. he is weak because of guilt and distaste. the group feels uneasy and moody all of a sudden.
âi havenât told you this before but youâve seen her now, tsumu⊠she overworked herself with this huge amount of work with nobody beside her, yet she still maintaining to take care of you with these small gestures.â hinata sighs heavily. ây/n told me not to tell you about her state so you can concentrate on practising, but Iâm really worried because now she canât even hide it anymore. I tried to help, but she pushed me away and told me that i should do my own practices as our game is going to start soon.â
hinata pats atsumuâs back before leaving as if heâs signalling him to make it up to you. atsumu started to cry at this point. how could he be so clueless? he didnât even know that his best friend was undergoing such pressure, yet why does the term âbest friendâ sound so irritating? he felt like he had failed to protect you and worse, hurting your feelings and he regretted it, so badly.
The following day comes, atsumu's first task is to search for you. To his astonishment, you are once more nowhere to be found. he was so preoccupied, his spikes arenât as good, and he could not concentrate on practising, the coach sent him out, and gave him a moment to rethink by himself. and so, he reaches a staff, asking for information about you.
âY/n? oh⊠sheâs at the infirmary, we noticed her devastated state so we sent her to the doctor a while ago. now think about it I might write a report to the coach asking him to reduce the amount of work sheâs handling.â
âthank you, kind sir. may I be the one whoâll write the report? Iâm sure I could convince the coach.â
as the man nods, atsumu bowed goodbye to him and sprints to the infirmary where youâre at. he knows, that if anybody should write a report for you, it must be him. he must protect you because he has just realised it now, he likes you a lot more than he could imagine.
âY/N!â atsumu slams the door open, he faces you with your eyes widened, startled by the bright window.
âtsumuâŠ?â you softly speak.
atsumu in front of your eyes is the atsumu who tries to hold back his tears, biting his bottom lip as the poor heart lurching somewhere in his stomach but somehow still happy because he has found you.
âheyâŠâ he kneels down on one knee beside you. âiâm sorry, angelâ his hand softly squishes the smaller one, it holds back gently on hisâ
in all of the things you dislike, what you utterly donât want to deal with is your emotions when you see atsumu looking so vulnerable like this. you instinctually grab a tissue and wipe off the sweat drop on his forehead the moment you see it, atsumuâs worried expression wonât vanish unless you speak up something.
âheyâŠâ you smile. âdonât worry, Iâm okay now, tsumuâ you fondly touch his face with a hand, and he sinks in your touch, eyes glittering. atsumu intentionally plants a soft kiss on your warm palm and watches you go weak for him.
âi like you, y/nâ he sighs. âi donât want us to be just friends. i want to protect you, want to be the kind of guy who mentally support his girl to help her cope with any pressure.â
he looks up to see your widened eyes, without a response, he continues.
âiâm sorry i said the things i didnât mean when you were there, I was justâŠ" he gulps nervously and you sigh.
"tsumu... if it's too much for you to bear, maybe i should stop doing those things, okay?" you scoff bitterly, he becomes panic
âno, no, no,... i really like the way you care for me, please, i want your attention. please keep doing it. donât get tired of meâŠâ
you can feel the pulse bumping in your nerves, your heart flutters, and blood rushes into your cheeks just by hearing his confession. you kneel down beside him, fighting back the tears but then you canât, so you squish him in a hug. atsumu holds you back as you start sobbing on his white shirt, inhales fondly your intoxicating smell and pats rhythmically on your back
âthere, there, my angel. iâm here now. iâm sorry iâm late. let me make this up for you, yeah?â he chuckles.
atsumu loves his girlfriend. after hearing you ramble about your tight schedule, he immediately writes a report based on your experience to inform the coach about your condition so that everyone can share in your responsibilities instead of you having to handle everything alone. it wasnât that long for the msby mates to realize you guys are together, he wrote in that report that he is your boyfriend, anyway.
âyou nailed it, tsumu-kunâ hinata bumps him with a thumbs up, atsumu responds with a sheepish grin while bokuto laughs beside him and sakusa just doesnât really give a shit.Â
he spots you standing on the opposite road near the brand new cafe, waving back to him smiling, ânah, gotta run. gonna treat my girlfriend with extra pastry today.â
i guess he is the simp now.
© 2024 dreamesamu. all rights reserved.
a recommendation to cope with your broken heart <3
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[can i watch?] - park sunghoon
genre: smut, some fluff
description: when your boyfriend walks into the bathroom just before you're about to shave your intimate parts, he decides he needs to watch you.
sunghoon x female reader, unprotected sex, shower sex, dom sunghoon, sunghoon is down bad for reader and can barely control himself lmao (he's so cutie), sunghoon is a little rough 18+
a/n: i got this idea suddenly while i was shaving in the shower hehe i neeeeeded to bring it to life i hope u guys get me
you step into the humidity of the shower, the steam enveloping you and filling your pores. your body immediately warms. you allow yourself to fully relax as the hot water glides soothingly along your body. after washing up, your mind is plagued with the reminder of needing to shave, already feeling annoyed by the tedious task. didnât i just shave not too long ago? why does body hair have to grow so fast? you think pointlessly to yourself.Â
the sound of the bathroom door opening reaches your ears, and you peek around the shower curtain to see sunghoon brushing his teeth. he notices you, and immediately bites back a smile.Â
âyouâre gonna get water all over the rug, idiot,â he teases, the sound of his voice being muffled by his toothbrush making you giggle.Â
you playfully scowl. âthe curtainâs hardly open, idiot,â you respond, âand youâre gonna get toothpaste all over the floor if you keep trying to talk with a toothbrush in your mouth,â you jest. sunghoon laughs immediately, your playful smirk stretching into a wide smile following his infectious laughter.Â
you close the curtain, and you can hear the subtle sounds of your boyfriend rinsing his mouth. a sudden, dramatic sigh travels through the bathroom.Â
âwhy does it take you an eternity to shower?â he pokes jokingly. âare you not done already?â the shower curtain is promptly yanked open to allow your boyfriend enough space to point to his wrist playfully, signaling for you to hurry up.Â
you canât conceal your surprise at his sudden action, but you break into a fit of laughter at his silliness, pushing his body away and shutting the curtain. âyouâre scum,â you tell him, as you continue to laugh. âdonât you have any manners?â when he begins speaking you can tell by the volume of his voice that heâs still close to the curtain. âafter fucking you senseless so many times i figured you were cool with me seeing you naked,â he digs, anticipating your reaction with a smile on his face.
you peek your head outside of the shower once again, greeting sunghoon with repeated smacks to his chest before returning to the flow of warm water. sunghoon stumbles back a bit, letting out an âahâ through his laughter as your hand thumped against him.Â
 âwhat else do you even need to do? havenât you finished washing up by now?â sunghoon asks from the other side of the curtain. how cute is he, getting impatient as your time in the shower interrupts your time with him.Â
âiâll be done soon, i just need to finish shaving,â you tell him, completely oblivious to the idea that appeared unexpectedly in your boyfriendâs mind.Â
âcan i watch?â he asks, an ill-fitting casual tone lacing his brazen words.Â
what?
youâre wildly flustered by his sudden request.Â
âwhy would you want to? i promise itâs not anything special,â you tell him, confused as to why heâd want to watch you do such a simple thing in the first place. he was probably expecting your intimate parts to be put on an alluring display, but itâs not like you ever looked irresistibly attractive while you shaved.Â
âplease just let me watch, iâve always been curious about it,â he pleads, his hopes of convincing you to comply with his request resting in the sky. âanything you do is special. and sexy.âÂ
gosh. you sigh. how were you supposed to resist your precious boyfriend when he asked you like that? his curiosity towards the way you complete such a mundane function seemed genuine, anyway.Â
you comply, although you make him understand the conditions of his request.Â
âfine. but it wonât be sexy, just so you know. iâm just gonna shave in the same unflattering position that i always do.âÂ
sunghoon flings the shower curtain aside with excitement, looking directly into your eyes with a faint smirk dusting his features. god, heâs so attractive, you thought. you could just melt into a puddle under his gaze.Â
âdo i have to remind you that youâre always sexy, even when you arenât trying to look sexy?âÂ
a wide smile crawls across your face, your lips utterly betraying you, and you bite your lip to prevent it from growing any further. âshut up,â you say, turning around to grab your razor, then sitting down with your back resting against the wall of the shower.Â
sunghoon leans his shoulder against the wall near the shower, crossing his arms over his chest. his intense stare almost made you uncomfortable, but you remember his undeniable desire to watch you do this, and his enthusiasm assists you in relaxing. he was your boyfriend, after all. you were always candid around him. heâs seen you do everything, whether you felt attractive or not.Â
you separate your legs, completely exposing the most intimate part of yourself in such a natural setting. sunghoon inhales sharply.Â
you look up at him, noticing the sudden heaviness of his expression, his features tugged down by such a tempting display. his eyelids were notably lax. is he already starting to get turned on?Â
upon noticing your gaze, his stare travels from your unshaven pussy to your eyes.Â
âyou ready for the show?â you joke, relieving a bit of the tension. iâll end up hurting myself if i get turned on, too. sunghoon smiles a bit. âiâm stoked,â he replies with the same friskiness.Â
you slightly adjust the way you were sitting to give yourself a proper view of each spot that needed your razorâs attention. you begin gliding the razor across the sensitive skin attentively, using your fingers to spread yourself as you needed. sunghoonâs eyes were stubbornly locked onto the scene in front of him.Â
the way your fingers moved across your pussy, although you werenât trying to pleasure yourself it still drove him insane. blood began rushing to his cock and the speed of his breathing steadily increased. he throbbed in his sweatpants. you enthralled him. he almost couldnât take it. why would he ask to be tortured like this? idly watching you, pussy exposed, as you casually glided the razor and your fingers across your delicate skin.Â
god he was so turned on. he struggled to contain his predatory cravings while you carefully shaved yourself, since he didnât want you to end up getting hurt. still, he needed you painfully.Â
âbabe, finish up,â sunghoon suddenly says, voice deep and breathless. your pussy throbbed a bit at the desperation in his voice, and with the way you were fully exposed before him, you know he mustâve noticed it.Â
âiâm almost done, baby. just one more thing,â you say tenderly.Â
his awestricken gaze remains attached to you as you suddenly stand up. he impatiently slips off his shirt, wanting to be ready to latch onto you when youâre finally finished.Â
you turn your body around, sunghoonâs eyes immediately traveling the expanse of your bare shoulders, moving to the curves of your waist, and utterly basking in the plumpness of your lovely behind. your skin burned as you could feel his intense stare.Â
although you were never uneasy around sunghoon, what you were about to do next made you a bit too bashful to face him.Â
you spread your ass apart to shave the space in between, wanting to make sure all your intimate parts were perfectly smooth. sunghoonâs mouth falls open slightly in astonishment, and he exhales heavily, eyes fluttering in a faint manner. did you enjoy torturing him?Â
hearing his reaction, youâre quite surprised that he actually found your actions sexy, but you werenât complaining in the slightest.Â
sunghoon was so aroused he felt like he could explode. the fight against his inner desire to touch you is increasing rapidly in difficulty. he quickly removes his sweatpants and boxers, his painfully solid cock springing free, already dripping in anticipation of being sheathed inside your heavenly pussy.Â
you rinse your razor off underneath the stream of the shower, and you quickly rinse your body to rid yourself of any tiny loose hairs.Â
âall done,â you say, turning to look at sunghoon, the unobstructed sight of his naked body sending heat across your skin.Â
he quickly joins you in the shower, shutting the curtain behind him and grabbing your hips with fervor. he pulls you towards him until his cock is poking at your stomach, and he walks forward until you thud against the shower wall. your hands reach his chest, gliding across the skin until they rest upon his shoulders.Â
âyou looked so fucking sexy doing that,â his hands begin to tighten around your hips as if he was starving, and you were the meal he was aching to devour. âit was so hard to stop myself from pushing you against the wall and fucking you until can barely speak,â he connects his lips with yours before you can even react to his crude words, and you can immediately feel the fierce, greedy arousal that had been welling up inside him.Â
he shoves his tongue into your mouth, too hungry to play the slow and gentle game with you. he felt like he could burst at the seams.Â
his hand moves from your hips to your pussy, his middle finger sliding eagerly between your folds, exploring and inspecting you to check if you were ready to take him. he just couldnât take it. heâd never felt so impatient about anything in his life.Â
he breathes out as you moan quietly into his mouth, your voice breaking and your volume suddenly increasing as he shoves his middle finger inside of you with haste. you grip the space between his neck and shoulder in desperation.Â
he pulls his face away from yours to watch your features contort as he pumps his middle finger slowly inside of you.Â
âyou really this wet just from me looking at you?â his palm makes repeated contact with your clit, and his finger persistently skates along the spongy patch inside of you. Â
âshould i stretch you out some more? hm?â he asks, not truly expecting an answer. his ring finger glides directly beside his other digit, and his pumping grows rapid once both fingers are fully enveloped by your warmth.Â
grabbing the back of your thigh, he pushes your leg up to gain a more generous angle. he admired as your pussy laid on display, just for him. just how he wanted it to be.Â
your eyes nearly flutter shut, your face twitching in bliss as his fingers move in and out of you at a swift pace. his palm made contact with your clit each time his fingers rammed inside of you, and the way he stared menacingly into your eyes as he forced you open on his fingers entirely overwhelmed you. your eyes already burned with tears from the pleasure sunghoon piled onto you.Â
he smirked down at you. how cute, he thought.Â
âaw baby, are you already crying for me?â his fingers donât falter as he speaks to you condescendingly.Â
âis my cock gonna be too much for you?â you shake your head urgently, sunghoonâs skilled fingers sending your mind to an unimaginable state, beyond delirious. sunghoon lets out a satisfied chuckle before he speaks again.Â
âi know itâs not. youâre just gonna take it however i give it to you.â as his words fall out of his mouth menacingly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you dizzy and empty before lowering your leg. sunghoon already waited enough. he needed to be inside you.Â
âturn around,â he says bluntly. you quickly oblige, never daring to question a request during sex with sunghoon.Â
your hands rest against the slippery shower wall, and you feel sunghoonâs hands upon your hips again, pulling them back until heâs pleased with your position. twinged with desire for you, sunghoonâs hands find your ass and he spreads it apart, smacking it. how relieving was it that he could finally touch you the way he desperately wanted to as he watched you moments before.Â
sunghoon kisses your back, causing you to twitch. his lips move to the side of your neck before grazing your ear, his nose sniffing your hair. he was intoxicated by everything about you.Â
âneed to know youâre ready for me,â he whispers, waiting for your approval before letting his impulses take control of him.Â
âiâm ready, sunghoon.â you announce gently.
his length, unimaginably stiff with need, rams into you abruptly to the hilt. sunghoon takes a moment to revel in the fact that heâs finally surrounded by your pussy. your warm silky pussy was hugging him so snugly, and heâs never felt more compelled by anything in his entire lifetime.Â
he starts ramming into you, punishing your insides with the ferocity and speed of his hips. his grip on your hips tightens to a painful measure, his nails digging into your skin, showing you just how hungrily he longed to bury himself into you, just how deprived he was of the pleasure you provided him with.
âhoon, slow down! too fast!â you moan out, barely finding the ability to speak due to the way he relentlessly tore through you.Â
he continued the way he torturously snapped into you, not changing the way his hips moved in the slightest.
âyou know i canât, baby,â he breathes out, âjust be a good girl and take it for me, like you always do.â as he continues his harsh dealing of your body, your moans begin to sound more like sobs.Â
god, he was obsessed with it.Â
âitâs ok baby, fuck, i know you can do it.â sunghoon was in bliss. there was no way he could stop now, especially when he knew you could handle it. sunghoon knows you well enough to recognize when youâre at your limit, and you still had more to give him.
âah, fuck, you feel so fucking good baby.â sunghoon groans, using one hand to brace himself against the shower wall. you were absolutely falling apart underneath him.Â
âso soft, so pretty for me,â he tells you, his brows furrowing as he surrenders himself entirely to your pleasure. he moves to attach his lips to your neck, and your mouth gapes open, your cries now struggling to leave your throat.Â
âclose, sunghoon,â you manage to tell him, and the way your name falls off his lips along with the uncontrollable moans you let out leaves him dazed.Â
âoh god baby, me too,â he says, his voice strained. he returns his lips to your neck, breathy groans leaving him as he grows closer to spilling inside of you.Â
his hand that rested on your hip glides along your stomach and down to your clit, rubbing rapid circles causing you to shove your hips back towards him. his lips detach from your neck as he moans deeply. you grab his forearm, pleading with him to take it easier on you, but he continues regardless.Â
you cuss and stutter out sunghoonâs name as you cum, your body curling forward slightly, utterly overwhelmed by the blinding waves of pleasure coursing through you. you barely register sunghoonâs chants of âthatâs it, baby,â as your eyes flutter and roll back, your body trying to handle the orgasm that sunghoon just gave you.Â
the way your body shook and your pussy spasmed around his cock made sunghoon squeeze your hip brutally as he groaned, closing his eyes. he spilled inside you, his mouth falling open as deep, breathy moans fell from his lips in slow succession, the pace of his hips slowing to a complete stop. he furrowed his brows, astonished by the high that only you could give rise to.
he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, burrowing his face into your neck as the both of you recovered. the feeling of his breath against your neck sent chills fiercely coursing through you.Â
âgod, youâre amazing,â he mumbles into your neck, placing his parted lips on the moist skin softly, his breath still hitting your neck with the wispiness of a feather. you smile, turning to glance back at him as his head lifts from the refuge of your skin.Â
he pulls his length out of you slowly, now drenched in your essence having just been plunged inside of you. his length gradually leaves you empty as your pussy returns to itâs normal size, reminding you just how much he stretched you out.Â
he turns your body around, moving his hands fondly along the curve of your waist, fingers satisfied by the smoothness of the trail they traveled. he pauses when he notices the prominent nail marks and bruises around your hips. you can recall the way he heedlessly attacked your hips while drilling into you, but you werenât burdened by it at all.Â
he frowns and shifts his eyes to meet yours. âiâm really sorry, baby, i didnât realize,â he says regretfully. âare you hurt?â he asks with concern, hoping for a certain answer. the endless domain of his shiny brown eyes makes you melt, your adoration for him swelling within you.Â
you smile a bit, shaking your head to convey your lighthearted perception of his actions. âhoon, iâm fine. it didnât bother me one bit,â you assure him, pinching his cheek.Â
his expression flips with a bright cheekiness at your admission. âyea, i could tell,â he pokes, beginning to dramatically mimic the sounds of your pleasured cries from moments ago.Â
you gasp, lifting your fist to bash the side of it into his chest repeatedly. sunghoon laughs, his embarrassing mockery of you stopping as you began your onslaught. you push his giggling body off of you and pout in jest. you move past him to step towards the warm water, rinsing your sweaty body.Â
you feel his hands drifting across your body again as he sweetly says, âhere, let me wash you up.â
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Your future spouse's favourite thing about you! PAC reading
pick your image!
Pile 1: King of Pentacles, 5 of Swords, 4 of Pentacles, Page of Wands rev.
Ok so your future spouse is really going to like your bold and strong personality. The song that popped up in my head was "Boss B*tch" by Doja Cat. I see you having this cool aura and not letting people walk over you. You can come off as intimidating or strong but you do have a soft side to you :) I see your future spouse being really intrigued by your vibe. I'm also seeing money here, perhaps some of you have good jobs. You might have gone through some issues where you used to get walked over and people would treat you in a negative way. Now you're healing and you don't let negative people in your life. You're not arrogant or rude but you're willing to set boundaries for yourself. I see you guys having quite some confidence! What also popped up in my mind is a powerful lady wearing dark red. Like those vibes are heavily coming out in this reading!! A lot of powerful woman vibes! (You don't have to be a woman but I hope you're getting the vision that's popping up in my mind hehe).
Pile 2: The Magician, 6 of Cups, 9 of Swords, 8 of Pentacles, 7 of Swords, 2 of Wands.
Okay Pile two, I see your future spouse really liking your creative side! It seems that we have a lot of creatives here! From tarot to arts and craft, to singing and crocheting!! There's some activity that you're either really skilled at or just enjoy that your future spouse will find cute about you. It seems to be something you're quite passionate about and enjoy doing it. (Some of you guys might have even taken it as far as to do a little side hustle with it!). Your future spouse doesn't only see your craft but they also see your hardworking side and the amount of effort and precision that's put into this. I'll interpret the 7 of Swords as some of you that might have thought that you're not as good at whatever you do. I see some of you guys having little to no confidence. This doesn't have to do with your art work but also your self esteem in general, I see your future spouse heavily disagreeing with this because they'll love your personality and whatever you do!
Pile 3: 8 of Swords, Death rev, The Empress, The Devil, Ace of Swords, 6 of Swords.
Sooo pile 3, I see your future spouse being very interested in your appearance, especially your body đ. It's not like in a creepy way that they're objectifying you or anything but I see them just really like your appearance and your features. Your energy reminds me of the The Empress card (I'm using the modern witch deck). She's confident in herself and her body. I see you guys having this sort of aura that pulls your future spouse in. They might find themselves feeling very drawn to you, almost like a spell ahahaha. Your future spouses might at first be attracted to this and this might lead them to want to know more about you and find themselves being a bit intimidated? Like when you're a bit intimidated around someone but you still want to get with them. Some of you guys might have partners from a different ethnicity/race/nationality. I see your partner really liking your culture and would try to learn a lot about it. Like they might try to learn your language and travel to your home place. For this pile your future spouse will put in a lot of effort to understand you đ„ș.
Pile 4: The Tower, The Hermit, Page of Wands, 4 of Pentacles, 10 of Swords, Death.
This pile seems to be the shyiest of them all! Some of y'all might be naturally shy while the other side might have been sort of "bullied" into being introverted. There's a lot of heavy energy in this pile, a lot of you guys have a lot of heavy baggage that you're still suffering the effects of. The hermit tells me that a lot of you guys like to keep to yourselves and stay alone. You might not go out of wanting to connect with people because you're worried and scared about new connections. You close yourself out so you'll probably be quite hesitant when it comes to starting a new connection with your future spouse. I see them trying though even though you'll be a bit stubborn. They'll like it though, I see them wanting to chase you and do their best to get with you. They'll be intrigued by your mysterious presence and will want to know more about you! Not like they're trying to be nosey but they're just very curious about you!
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Sleepover
Yandere! Damian Wayne x (Fem!) Reader
romantic > summary: During a sleepover, Damian makes his first foray into infatuation. > word count: 1605 > [ a/n: i just love writing from the yandereâs point of view! Damian is 19 or college-age here. honestly not much plot, just musings~ i will try to write from the Darlingâs POV next time hehe.]
This must be love.
âWow, Damian⊠Iâve never noticed but your nails are so pretty,â you compliment, satisfied with the boyâs upkeep. Damian feels his heart thrumming against his ribcage. You are holding his hand.Â
Not for the first time either, but the thrill never fades.Â
If this had occurred a year ago, before Damian learned of how casual (generous, even!) you were physical affection, he might have dumbly stated, âYouâre holding my hand.â Instead, he simply thinks it, on loop, in one long string.Â
Youâre holding my hand. Youâre holding my hand. Youâre holding my hand.
Unbeknownst to all this, you simply paint his forefinger with a stripe of green so dark it looks black.Â
âIf weâre going to do this, itâll be by my rules,â he had said.Â
In reality, if you needled him any harder, he wouldâve accepted pink nails with glitter on them. Who cares? There wasnât anyone who dared to make fun of him at school. Not to mention, itâd be obvious to everyone that you painted them. You'd be marking him as yours, essentially. And at night⊠well, Robin wears gloves.
âHn. How so?â Damian asks with feigned coolness. Mainly because he wants to hear you praise him. In your hushed, awed voice. When he dreams, you often sound like that. (And he quickly pushes that thought away.)
You look at him pointedly, grinning. Oh, heâs not so slick. You acquiesce to his whims anyway.
âYour cuticles are impeccable and your nails are finely trimmed⊠Iâm impressed. Donât you do martial arts, too? Crazy they arenât more dinged up.â
Martial arts. That was supposed to explain his abnormal strength and fighting capability, the one time you saw him nearly break a manâs wrist for trying to pickpocket you.Â
You accepted the excuse with only a little suspicion.
âItâs simple grooming.â
A catlike grin forms on your face. âHm~ I donât knowwww⊠Seems like you may be trying to catch the eye of a girl â you know, girls look at stuff like that.â
Damian frowns.Â
Heâs infatuated but not delusional. Heâs aware this âsleepoverâ is pretty platonic on your end. After nails, itâll be skin care. Maybe youâll even do your makeup and take goofy pictures with him. Youâll laugh and platonically huddle against him during a movie. You may doze off on his shoulder while heâll be committing your every dewy, moisturized pore to memory.Â
Because of Damianâs (self-admitted) social awkwardness with your peers, you think that gives you some sort of elder sibling-esque edge on him. You are the social butterfly, leading a naive, but well-meaning social pariah through the perils of young adult life. You donât know you are so much more naive than he is, and he adores that.
Rather than addressing the question, he snorts. âWhen are you going to turn on the movie?â
You hum, completing his nailâs first coat. âOh yeah, thatâs right!â You grab the remote and press play. You continue painting, gingerly admiring his long, golden brown digits. Damian preens at the attention.Â
As the movie plays, you pause often to look up and gape at the screen. Itâs a horror flick, and boasts an abundance of cartoonish gore. While a bit more sensational than something heâd put on, he likes your dark taste. An annoying teenager gets their head hacked off with a chainsaw. You laugh and Damian feels his heart sing.Â
Thereâs a chime that rings through Wayne Manor, and he has to bite back a groan.
âPizzaâs here!â you cheer. You begin to get up when Damian whips out his card in an instant.Â
âIâll pay.â To his delight, you gape in surprise, cheeks warming.Â
âOh⊠Thanks, Damian!â You never quite get used to him paying for things, but you at least know by now not to argue. You grab his credit card and â thank God â your fingers brush against each other. It sends the most pleasant trill down his spine. âSince youâre paying, Iâll go bring it! I wonât be long.â
A corner of his lips quirk. âIâll be pleasantly surprised if it gets back to this room at all.â You stick out your tongue on the way out.
As soon as he hears your footsteps disappear down the hall â such clumsy, loud steps â Damianâs attention falls to the messenger bag you threw to the ground of his bedroom. He knows your diary is in there. (In his mind, he can hear you protest, Itâs a journal!)
Heâll be quick. He flips open to a random page, and he already is laughing at your writing style. Thereâs little care for capitalizing letters and full of what you explained are âemoticonsâ, despite being handwritten. He flips to todayâs entry, half-finished.
February 01.Â
thereâs a guy in class whoâs pretty cute⊠one may even say HOT xP
Damianâs jaw tightens. He knows exactly who youâre talking about, and he wonât allow that neanderthal anywhere near you. At least, not again. Yesterday, you told him that your crush had smiled at you. Brushed fingers with you when passing papers. In the only class you have without Damian.
(Also, âyour crush,â he scoffs. What a juvenile concept. You and Damian share something much deeper. His feelings for you are not so trivial.)
The semester is still young. Damian can pull any string to land himself in your anthropology class.
The rest of your entry for today (and the past days prior) isnât anything notable except for when heâs mentioned.Â
stressful day, but at least i have tonight with damian to cheer me up. heâs seriously the best âŠ. i should tell him more often !!! (but itâd give him an even bigger head)
He doesnât even attempt to stop the smile splitting his face.Â
Damianâs keen hearing catches you striking up a conversation with Alfred in the kitchen. Despite your promise, he knows you will, indeed, take long. You love talking to everyone, even in passing. Itâs an admirable quality, and one he envies.
He unlocks your phone and rifles through some messages of yours. He uses his own phone for documentation purposes. What else is there to do⊠He spies your jacket on his bed.
There is a shameful thought and Damianâs heart skips a beat. It is⊠frankly, itâs humiliating as a concept. Yet heâs enticed. Itâs your jacket, after all. He brings it to his face delicately and inhales, almost shyly. Once he catches the familiar scent of your body wash, however, he allows himself to breathe it in. After being lost in it for a few seconds, he rips it away.Â
Only to see his father standing in his doorframe.Â
He knows what this looks like. Damian knows what this looks like. After years of working with the man, Damian can hear his thoughts as if they were his own, as they happen.Â
Damian just smelled your clothes. Even if it was investigative in nature, he couldâve retrieved a sample some other way. Someoneâs personal journal is open on the floor. A phone that he knows is not Damianâs is unlocked and displaying text messages. All these things are splayed out in a circle around him. Itâs uncharacteristically messy of him, as well. Damianâs own phone is actively on his camera. Was he taking pictures? And most notable is the absence of you.
In summary? Damian must have some interest in you. And by this sloppy job, itâs quite emotionally charged. And at his age, itâs likely romantic.
Damianâs skin rises to what feels like a boiling heat. What is Father going to say? He canât stop him â he canât. Damian doesnât even want to talk about it, let alone be reprimanded. A feral need to escape bubbles underneath his skin. Despite the panic, he channels years of League training and hardens himself.Â
Bruce watches his sonâs expression morph from dazed, to fearful, to steel, in real time. From Damianâs seat on the floor he offers his father only silent defiance. Bruce knows his son, his darker needs that stem from his cruel childhood. And perhaps he shouldâve expected this to happen someday. Bruce exhales, eyes closing. When they reopen, his slate-grey eyes are firm and hard.Â
âNo one gets hurt.â
And by that, Bruce means no one dies. Because Bruce and Damian are Batman and Robin â theyâre all in the business of hurting people. People who deserve it, yes, but itâs still hurt. Pain.
Damian feels immense relief. He wouldnât have killed his father â heâs not that boy anymore. But a life without you seems similarly unbearable. Damian feels⊠shaken. He doesnât know what he wouldâve done. He also feels grateful, that it didnât turn out any other way.Â
His eyes drop to the jacket he holds in a fist.
â... Yes. Thank you, Father.â Bruceâs gaze lingers, but he leaves wordlessly.
This encounter reminds Damian of who he is. He is a detective, vigilante, assassin, and creature of stealth. He canât be this careless, even if he knows you wonât notice.Â
Damian returns your belongings to their place, exactly how you left it. Diary back in your bag, jacket to where you were lounging, your phone underneath a pillow, because you carelessly tossed it aside. Youâll inevitably begin to look for it and heâll grin once he places it in your hand.
You finally return to his room, two pizza boxes of deluxe cheese (for him) and pepperoni (for you) in your arms. You laugh sheepishly.Â
âSorry for the wait, Dami.â His heart skitters at the nickname.
âItâs fine.â Your eyes glitter with excitement and optimism and purity. He finds it hard to look away, you raining down a gaze like that upon him.
âI was waiting for you.â
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