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pucksandpower · 1 year ago

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Oscar Jack Piastri-Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x wife!Reader

Summary: congrats … it’s a boy!

You wake up to the sound of the apartment door closing, followed by Charles’ familiar footsteps down the hallway. Sunlight streams in through the curtains as he enters the bedroom, still dressed in his sweaty workout clothes.

“Mon amour, you’ll never believe what just happened,” he says, unable to contain his excitement.

You rub the sleep from your eyes. “What is it, babe?”

“I adopted Oscar Piastri.”

You blink a few times, unsure if you heard that correctly. “You … adopted Oscar Piastri? The McLaren driver?”

“Yes!” Charles exclaims, flopping down on the bed beside you. “It all started when he tweeted about wanting to find Monégasque roots so the Monaco Grand Prix could be his home race.”

“Okay ...” You try to wrap your head around this bizarre situation.

“So I replied saying I could just adopt him if needed. And you know how Oscar is, always ready with a witty comeback.” Charles grins. “He said to call him Oscar Jack Piastri-Leclerc and that he wants to meet Leo on Thursday at McLaren.”

“Charles ...” You can’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity. “You can’t just adopt a fully-grown man! Especially another F1 driver!”

“Why not?” He throws his arm around you, pulling you close. “We’re gonna be one big happy family. The two of us, Leo, Oscar, Ollie, and whoever else we decide to adopt along the way.”

You playfully shove him away. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Maybe a little.” Charles winks. “But you love me for it.”

Rolling your eyes, you get out of bed and head for the kitchen, Charles trailing behind. “So does this mean Oscar is coming for family dinner this Thursday?”

“Of course! We have to celebrate properly.” Charles scoops Leo up from his bed, cradling the puppy in his arms. “What do you say, Leo? You ready to have another big brother?”

Leo licks Charles’ face, tail wagging excitedly. You lean against the counter, watching your husband and puppy with a fond smile.

“I suppose I’ll have to set an extra place at the table,” you muse. “Your mother is going to flip when she finds out about this.”

“Maman keeps asking when we’ll give her grandchildren, she’ll be thrilled!” Charles insists. “Who wouldn’t want Oscar as a grandson?”

You snort at that. “Grandson? You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”

“I’m serious!” He sets Leo down and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “We can make it official. Have a baby shower and everything once this weekend is over with.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You shake your head in amused exasperation, resting your hands on his chest.

Charles leans in close, his warm breath fanning across your face. “Admit it, my particular brand of crazy kinda does it for you.”

You bite your lip to stifle a grin. “Keep talking and maybe I’ll consider it.”

His eyes spark with mischief and he dips his head to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You melt against him, tangling your fingers in his hair and kissing him back with equal fervor. A loud bark from Leo breaks you apart, both slightly flushed.

“Not in front of the puppy,” Charles teases, booping Leo on the nose.

You swat his arm. “Stop being a brat and go take a shower, you’re all gross and sweaty from the gym.”

“Mmm, why don’t you join me?” He waggles his eyebrows in an over-exaggerated leer.

You laugh, shoving him away playfully. “Not a chance, mister. I have to go out and buy another place setting for our new family member.”

“Can I at least have a good luck kiss? It’s Monaco race week, after all. I’ll need all the luck I can get.” Charles bats his eyes at you in an exaggerated pout.

Shaking your head fondly, you rise up on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “There. Now go get ready.”

Still grinning like a loon, Charles saunters off to the bathroom. You crouch down and scoop up Leo, pressing a kiss to the top of his fuzzy head.

“Your dad is something else, you know that?” You murmur affectionately.

A few hours later, you return home laden with groceries to find Charles lounging on the couch scrolling through his phone. He looks up as you enter, eyes bright.

“Good timing, I was just about to call you.”

“Oh yeah?” You set the bags on the counter and start unpacking. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking ...” Charles gets up and comes over, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “We should do something special for Oscar’s first official family dinner. Maybe a nice home cooked meal out on the balcony?”

You lean back against his chest with a contented hum. “That does sound lovely.”

“I’ll cook!” Charles volunteers immediately. “My famous carbonara?”

“You just want to show Oscar you can manage to make something without burning the apartment down, don’t you?” You laugh, twisting in his embrace to face him.

Charles ducks his head sheepishly. “Maybe a little.”

“Well, I’m not complaining.” You peck him on the cheek. “Go ahead and make your carbonara for our new adopted son.”

“Yes!” He pumps his fist in the air victoriously.

You shake your head at his antics, warmth blooming in your chest. “I love you, you big goof.”

The smile Charles gives you is utterly radiant. “I love you too.”

He pulls you in for a deep, lingering kiss, holding you close. You get so lost in the moment that you don’t notice Leo trotting up and pawing at your legs until he lets out a pointed bark. Laughing, you reluctantly break the kiss.

“Sorry, baby.” Charles scoops up the puppy, scratching behind his ears. “We didn’t mean to leave you out.”

You take Leo from his arms, pressing a smiling kiss to his soft fur. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be our favorite.”

“That’s right,” Charles agrees, booping Leo’s nose. “No matter how many race car drivers we adopt, you’ll always be number one.”

The three of you spend the rest of the afternoon lounging contentedly together, Charles and Leo snuggled up on either side of you. It almost makes you forget the madness that kick started this whole situation in the first place.

Almost.

A few days later, after the drivers have finally been freed from their Thursday media obligations, your doorbell rings. You share a look with Charles as Leo starts barking.

“I’ll get it,” he says, already knowing who it is.

Sure enough, a few moments later Charles returns to the living room with Oscar in tow, looking rather sheepish. You rise to greet your new son.

“Oscar, hi! Come on in.” You pull him in for a hug, which he returns tentatively.

“Sorry about all … this.” Oscar gestures vaguely as you part. “I was just joking on Twitter but then Charles actually went and-”

“Adopted you, yeah.” You laugh. “Don’t worry about it, we’re happy to have you as part of the family.”

“Still getting used to that idea, to be honest.” Oscar scratches the back of his neck.

You wave a dismissive hand. “Well, get ready for lots of family gatherings and parental nagging from this point on.”

“Oh boy.” Despite his words, Oscar’s mouth quirks up in an amused grin.

“Starting with tonight’s big family dinner out on the balcony,” Charles interjects, slinging an arm around Oscar’s shoulders. “You like pasta?”

“Do I ever.” Oscar brightens. “Is Leo gonna be there too?”

“Of course! Can’t leave out my favorite son.” Charles scoops up the puppy, plopping him in Oscar’s arms. “Here, get acquainted with your new little brother.”

“Hiya little guy,” Oscar says softly, instantly melting as Leo licks his face. You watch the tender interaction with a warm smile.

“He’s taken a real shine to you already,” you comment. “I think Leo approves of his new big brother.”

Oscar ducks his head shyly but you can see the corners of his mouth tugging up into a grin. “Guess that makes me an official part of the family then.”

“Damn right it does!” Charles crows, throwing an arm around each of your shoulders and pulling you both in for an enthusiastic group hug.

You laugh, squished between them. “Easy there, dad. You’re gonna smother the poor kid before he’s even settled in.”

“What, you’re not excited to finally have your dream son?” Charles teases, ruffling Oscar’s hair affectionately. “Our little family is complete now.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you extricate yourself from the embrace. “Why don’t you boys go set up for dinner while I start cooking? The balcony still needs to be prepped.”

“You got it, mon cœur.” Charles drops a kiss on your cheek before herding Oscar out towards the balcony, Leo cradled in his arms. “Come on, son. Let’s get this place looking perfect for your first official Leclerc family dinner.”

You shake your head as their voices fade down the hall, chuckling under your breath. Only your husband would take a silly Twitter joke this far. But as you start gathering ingredients for your grandmother’s legendary bolognese recipe, you can’t help but feel a swell of contentment.

Having Oscar around is certainly going to take some getting used to. But there’s no denying the warm affection and familial love you already feel towards the bashful but kindhearted young man. He fits right in with the playful, chaotic energy that defines your little household.

By the time the sun begins to dip below the horizon, bathing the apartment in a warm golden glow, the balcony is set up beautifully. You carry out the steaming pots of food to find Charles and Oscar setting out plates and glasses, Leo scampering around their feet. Your heart feels full just looking at them.

“This all looks wonderful, you two,” you say, setting the food down on the table. “Now we just need the guest of honor to arrive.”

“Maman’s never been late to dinner a day in her life,” Charles assures you. “She’ll be here any minute.”

Sure enough, there’s a rapid knocking at the door only moments later. You share an amused look with Oscar before going to answer it, Charles and Leo trailing behind.

“Maman!” Charles exclaims as you pull open the door to reveal his mother waiting on the other side. “Perfect timing.”

“Of course, we can’t start dinner without-” She breaks off abruptly as her eyes land on Oscar hovering behind you. “Charles, darling, who is this?”

“Maman, I’d like you to meet Oscar.” Charles beams as he gestures between them. “Your new grandson.”

A heavy silence falls over the room as Charles’ mother processes this bombshell. Her gaze flicks between the three of you, searching your faces for any sign that this is all an elaborate prank.

Finally, she seems to deflate with a sigh. “Oh Charles … what have you done now?”

And just like that, the floodgates open as both of you rush to explain the situation, talking over each other eagerly. Watching the animated scene unfold, Oscar catches your eye with a helpless look.

You just shrug, a soft smile playing at your lips. Chaotic as it is, this is your family now and wouldn’t have it any other way.

***

The following week, the doorbell rings just as you’re putting the final touches on dinner. Charles bounds over to answer it, Leo hot on his heels.

“Oscar! Ollie! Good, you’re both here.” Charles’ voice carries easily through the apartment.

You poke your head out of the kitchen, oven mitts still on. “Is that our other son I hear?”

“The one and only!” Ollie Bearman strolls in behind Oscar, looking completely at ease.

Oscar raises an eyebrow at the younger driver. “Why is nobody surprised you’re here?”

Ollie shrugs nonchalantly. “Teen pregnancy?”

You let out an undignified snort of laughter as Oscar gapes at him. “Don’t look at me, Charles carried you for nine months himself.”

“What?” Ollie whips his head around to stare at Charles in abject horror.

Charles just grins, slinging an arm around each of their shoulders. “You heard the woman. My body is a wonderland.”

“Oh my god.” Oscar buries his face in his hands as you dissolve into peals of laughter. “Why are you like this?”

“Because it’s fun to watch you squirm,” Charles replies cheerfully.

You wipe tears from your eyes as you head back into the kitchen. “Dinner’s just about ready, come grab a plate! Oh, and pray you don’t get food poisoning.”

Soon you’re all settled around the balcony table, tucking into plates piled high with food. Ollie kicks things off by turning to you with a smile.

“This is amazing, thanks for cooking!”

“Don’t thank me, it was all Charles this time,” you say, gesturing to your husband sitting across from you.

Ollie’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You cooked all this? Damn, maybe having you as a dad won’t be so bad after all.”

Charles throws his hands up in mock offense. “Hey! I’ll have you know I’m an excellent father.”

“If you say so.” Ollie smirks, shoveling another forkful of pasta into his mouth.

Oscar just shakes his head in amazement. “I still can’t believe you actually went through with adopting us.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Charles leans back in his chair, casual as can be. “You’re both great kids. Perfect sons.”

“Even if we didn’t ask for it?” Ollie points out around a mouthful of food.

You tsk disapprovingly. “Mind your manners, young man.”

Ollie’s eyes go comically wide and he quickly swallows his bite. “Sorry, mum.”

That sets you and Oscar off into another round of laughter. Even Leo gets in on the action, letting out a little bark from where he’s curled up nearby. Charles watches the scene with fondness.

“See, you’re already fitting right in,” he says warmly once the laughter subsides. “My two idiot sons.”

Ollie opens his mouth to retort but you cut him off, leaning across the table to affectionately pat his hand.

“Don’t listen to your father, Ollie. We’re happy to have you both here.” You shoot Oscar a wink. “Even if you did get adopted under … unusual circumstances.”

“You can say that again,” Oscar mutters, but he’s smiling.

Over the course of the evening, you take great delight in watching Charles easily slip into the role of devoted dad. He makes terrible jokes and embarrassing comments at every turn, clearly intent on annoying his new children as much as humanly possible. Yet it’s impossible to miss the deep well of affection beneath his teasing words and actions.

For their part, Oscar and Ollie play along enthusiastically. They roll their eyes and groan as if put-upon, but you can see the sparkle of happiness and contentment in their eyes as the night wears on. An easy camaraderie develops between the trio, fueled by plenty of back-and-forth needling and good-natured ribbing.

You sit back and watch it all with a permanent smile etched on your face. Your strange little family just keeps growing, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

At one point, you excuse yourself to use the restroom. When you return, the three of them have their heads bent together conspiratorially, hastily falling silent when you reappear.

“What’s this?” You raise an eyebrow as you retake your seat. “Am I being left out of the loop here?”

Oscar shares a look with Charles before turning to you with a sly grin. “We were just thinking ...”

“This family isn’t quite complete yet,” Ollie picks up easily.

You glance between them, utterly perplexed. “What are you two on about?”

Rather than answer, Charles pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously. A few moments later, your own phone buzzes with a Twitter notification — a new tweet from your husband.

Your jaw drops as you read the words over and over. “Charles! You can’t be serious!”

“Why not?” He shoots you an impish grin, clearly reveling in your stunned reaction. “Kimi’s a good kid, he’d make an excellent addition to the family.”

“I … you ...” You sputter, completely at a loss for words.

Oscar and Ollie watch the exchange with matching looks of unrestrained glee. Ollie raises his glass in a mock toast.

“To Mum and Dad, the most extra parents on the grid!”

You shake your head in bewildered amusement as they all crack up. This family just gets more ridiculous by the day.

A short while later, Kimi responds to Charles’ tweet.

The notification sets off another round of laughter and delighted hollering from the three drivers. You hide your face in your hands, torn between mortification and hysterical giggles.

“I can’t take you three anywhere,” you mutter, though you’re smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

A warm arm wraps around your shoulders as Charles leans over to press a smiling kiss to your temple. “But you love us anyway.”

You catch his gaze, momentarily speechless by the contentment shining in his eyes. For all the silliness and absurdity, it’s clear just how much this strange little family truly means to him.

Swallowing past the sudden lump in your throat, you reach up to cup his cheek tenderly. “More than you’ll ever know.”

He beams at you, pure adoration written across his features. Then the moment is broken as an Italian-accented voice rings out from the hallway.

“Hey, did someone call for a new son?”

Oscar, Ollie, and Charles practically tumble over each other in their haste to greet the newcomer. You hang back, taking a moment to catch your breath as you watch the now quartet bound back onto the balcony, a fresh wave of chaos and noise in their wake.

One thing’s for certain — life is never going to be boring with this group around. You shake your head with a soft chuckle, heading back to join your one-of-a-kind family.

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thanosscross · 6 months ago

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HII I REALLY LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH, i hope your willing to write about pregnant reader x thanos yk, thanos didn't know she was pregnant before they break up and then they meet up again the games and he finds out player 222 and player 333 type stuff 😭

Of course! We love this!!

Good person - Choi Su- Bong x pregnant! reader

Summary: After leaving Thanos, you encounter him again in a serious death game, only this time the stakes are lot higher

Warnings: Not much, just your usual squid game gore

A/n: Sorry it's so short! I'm going to try and start adding some length to my stories again especially my Thanos stories so stay tuned for those longer stories, trust me they are coming, they're just takin a lil time

You had told yourself whenever you signed up, you'd be as careful as possible, and that it was all for your baby, after leaving their father and being disowned for choosing to be single mother, you were left with little to nothing, so of course you took the chance to get money.

As you woke up in the giant room you soon came to regret your decision, seeing your sperm donor just a few feet in front of you, focused on the screen reading off debts "Y/n L/n, 25 million won" The guard shouted, showing you getting smacked across the face, quickly holding an arm over your stomach afterwards. Almost like he knew, as soon as your name was called out, his head snapped to yours "Senorita! You're here!?" He shouted in shock "No Way!" He shouted as he walked closer, you attempted to curl your body up away from him, but due to the six month pregnancy belly, you could only bend your legs closer to you slightly.

"Please leave, Thanos" You grunted, trying your best to keep him at a distance, for all he knew you had taken a plan B after your last hook up and that was it. Instead he just kept approaching until he was standing in front of you "What're you doing here!?" He asked excited, you just shook your head "trying to get my family and I money after my sorry excuse of a boyfriend convinced me to buy stupid ass crypto?" You said like it was obvious, it wasn't like you were entirely lying, you just didn't specify what family.

Going into red light green light, you were cocky at first, knowing you could do this easy, until the shooting started, players falling left and right, while your baby dad just skipped and danced his way to you down the field "You never answered me, Senorita" He repeated, placing his hands on your hips, terrified of what he might do, especially after watching him shove other players to win "I-I'm pregnant" You blurted, you couldn't help it, between your fear of dying by Thanos or the game was too much, you just wanted to get out of this alive, you didn't think it'd be this serious, if you did, you never would've done this. "Haha" He laughed sarcastically before looking at your face as the doll called out red light, he was in front of you now, and you were visibly shaking, Thanos using his body to try and shield you from the sensors "for real, flower?" He asked, his tone a lot more deep and raspy, you could tell he sobered up quick upon the realization you weren't joking. "I-I forgot the pill after hooked up a few months ago! a-and I left because I knew you couldn't be a responsible dad" You blurted, unable to contain your emotions as the hormones in your body were on overdrive.

Thanos was frozen, staring at you in shock before finally snapping out of it as the doll called green light, he grabbed your arm holding you behind him as he followed the others past the red line "Just stay behind me" He whispered, your words stung, how could you be so sure of how he'd be as a dad if you never gave him a chance? As you made your way back to the giant main room, you took notice to Thanos's hand on your back leading you to the bed "Sit, you don't put yourself through too much" He explained softly, helping you over to your bunks before eyeing Nam-Gyu "Give her your bed, man" he demanded, his friend stuttering before giving up and giving you his bed that was floor level, him taking your third bunk bed. "Thanos" You warned, not wanting him to make it a huge deal "What?! You're huge! You don't need to be climbing!" He shouted before catching his tone, apologizing quietly "Okay, well One, that was very very rude, two, I can do whatever I please, if I feel like I can't do something, I'll tell you" You stated poking him in the chest with your finger, he just smirked at you, biting his bottom lip slightly "Have I ever told you, it's hot whenever you yell at me" he asked, trying his best to charm you, but instead you just flicked his forehead in annoyance "Get away, freak" You replied, he just smiled at you, sitting at the foot of your bunk "So it's my baby?" He asked smiling pointing to your stomach "Well, if not I'd be concerned" You said raising your eyebrows at him "Can I..touch it?.." He asked nervously "it's not an it, it's your daughter" you glared, before grabbing his hand slipping it under your jacket, pressing his finger down in just the right spot to get the small baby inside of you to move around "Woah..weird" He said grimacing as he pulled away in disgust "Really!?" You gasped in shock laughing loudly, somehow forgetting you were in a death game for a moment "Yea! You have a whole human inside of you! That's weird!" He laughed, resting his hand on yours "You put it there, Su-bong!" You argued, you swore sometimes you got with a completely dumbass.

"Y/n..If you'll let me...I wanna be there..I don't want to be like my dad" He frowned, squeezing your hand gently "Please?" He begged "I know I fucked up bad, but, I want to try again, please" He continued, you glared at him for a moment before sighing "How can I trust you? And you'll have to get clean, for real clean, not how you're usually clean" You added on, you just watched as he nodded his head, no faces or complaints "You're actually serious aren't you?..." you asked sweetly "I want to be a good person for you, y/n, please" He whispered, pressing his lips to your knuckles "I guess..but you only get one chance" You offered, he just nodded before flopping himself next to you "Thank you!" He cheered pressing multiple kisses all over your face as he chanted his thank you's, not realizing the next 18-19 years were going to be hell for the both of you.

The rest of the games, Thanos was always on you, making sure you didn't over do yourself or risk hurting yourself or your baby, charming you right back into his arms.

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smutoperator · 9 months ago

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The Nerd

Lee Chaeryeong, Shin Ryujin x Male Reader

Tags: A2M, anal, asslicking, big butt, cheerleaders, college party, crazy rides, cum on ass, facefucking, (lots of) facesitting, facial, freshman and seniors, grinding, locker room sex, nerd, panty sniffing, piledriver, prone bone, skirts, squatting, (lots of) squirting, threesome

Word count: 4572.

This was going to be your first party as a freshman in college. You were very excited and talked to your friends. However, as soon as you got there, you were starstuck by one of the senior students, a blonde girl with an incredible body that was part of the cheerleading team.

The girl starred at you, but you looked very awkward. Your nerdy ways got the best of you, and you were unable to talk much, and less so when she turned around and showed her incredible big ass that her skirt could barely contain.

However, she quickly noticed you were hypnotized by that butt.

"What are you looking at, you little perv?" the girl asked. You were unable to answer, feeling rejected by yet another pretty girl, as she went to talk to her best friend and fellow cheerleader.

However, she quickly returned with a different attitude.

"Sorry if I wasn't nice to you," the blonde girl said. "I felt a little upset because all guys do these days is look at my ass," she continued. "I'm sorry, I apologize," you told her. "You know what? We should go somewhere," she told you. "Btw, my name is Chaeryeong," she said. "Beautiful name," you told her back.

You still felt a little awkward as Chaeryeong pushed you towards the locker room the cheerleading team usually used before the games, while the other alumni kept partying on the field, then she asked you a question.

"What do you think of my butt?" she said, lifting her skirt up.

"It's... hmmmm, quite... big," you told her.

"Well, I already know that," Chaeryeong replied. "You're such an awkward nerd," she continued. "But that makes you very cute," she says.

"Do you want to smell it?" Chaeryeong asked. "Smell? Your butt?" You were confused. "Yes, my big fat butt," she replied. "Come here," she continued.

Chaeryeong pulled her panties down and turned around. "Come on, sniff it, baby," she dared you. "I-I," you hesitated. "If you're not gonna take the initiative, I'll do it myself; get down and put your face in it," Chaeryeong ordered.

"Holy fuck, it's so massive," you said, impressive at Chaery's naked ass that she shoved in your face. You started licking her folds as she pressed your head against her big butt. "It tastes good, doesn't it?" she asked. "Yes, but a little dirty," you told her. "You are a nerd; you should know asses are dirty," she replied.

Chaeryeong shaken her ass in your face as if she were performing on stage. Goddamn, it felt like she had cheeks made of steel; they were so massive and hit you so hard it was like being punched in the face by some pro boxer. Knockout after knockout.

"Oh my god, it's your fucking anus," you exclaimed, making her giggle. "No, dummy, it's my mouth," Chaeryong replied in a sarcastically manner as she spread her cheeks and let you lick her asshole. "Holy fuck," you said. "That's right, lick it." Chaeryeong approved your moves as you dove your face deeper into it. "I know you wanted it the whole time, from the second you started starring at my ass," she said.

"How does that taste? Good?" Chaeryeong kept asking. Well, assking. But you didn't listen to her and just concentrated on eating her ass out, leading to her first moans as you kept tonguing her butthole. But then she quickly turned around and showed who was in command.

"Is this what you've been waiting for?" Chaeryeong took her top off and flashed you her fit-toned body, from her perky tits all the way down to her amazing abs. She pinned you against the walls of the locker room. "Don't touch them; I didn't tell you to," she said as you reached to grab her tits.

But as soon as she was going to unzip your pants, her best friend found her and caught her red-handed.

"Chaery, what are you doing?" Ryujin asked, in awe with her friend naked from the waist up and with her panties already on the ground. "Ryu, I can explain," Chaeryeong replied to her. "Indeed, you can explain why you didn't invite me," Ryujin said back.

Ryujin quickly took the lead, pinning you as you shared kisses with her and Chaery. Ryujin let Chaeryeong slide down your pants, and both girls slowly took them off, popping your already throbbing cock out. Ryujin took the first taste, quickly putting it in her mouth. "Damn, you're so fucking hungry," Chaery says as she watches Ryu.

But Chaeryeong wants more than just watching and quickly takes her turn on your cock while Ryujin takes your pants fully off. "Let me be a good ref and blow that whistle," Chaeryeong says, but as soon as she leaves the door open, Ryujin shoves her face down your shaft with an incredible deepthroat that has you already on the edge.

Chaeryeong finally gets her turn, mimicking her older friend and fellow classmate deepthroating while Ryujin shares some kisses. Soon, both girls are double teaming your cock, taking turns between sucking your shaft and licking your balls. Ryujin is also loweering her top for you to suck her perky tits, with Chaeryeong soon following it.

The girls now pay full attention to your cock as Ryujin heats your balls up while Chaery bobs her head on your massive shaft. You love the way both girls are already on all fours, with you now sitting on the locker room's bench and both of them worshipping your big cock like the good whores they are. You then get on your feet and push your cock into Ryujin's mouth, fucking her face a bit. Chaery also wants it, lying down the bench and letting you facefuck her while having a perfect view from above of her fat ass, allowing you to spank it a few times.

The girls take turns gagging on your cock and then start kissing each other with your meat in between their mouths. They put you back on the bench, surrounding you from both sides and taking turns to see which one can deepthroat you for the longest time, while arching their fit asses for you to see. The girls move faster and faster with their mouths in your cock as you slap their butts, telling them to stop, but it only makes them go harder instead.

Chaeryeong pushes things up a notch as she sits on your face while leaving Ryujin all by herself to suck your cock as hard as she can. You knew her ass was fat already, but it gets to a whole new dimension when that butt can't even let you breathe anymore; you're just blowing your air from your nostrils into her pussy. "Ob my God, ahhhh," she moans, more so when you put your thumb inside her asshole.

After getting your cock nice and wet, Ryujin finally sits on top of it and opens the works. "Oh shit, it's such a fucking giant cock," Ryujin says, but has no issue bouncing on it. Chaery stays suffocating you as Ryujin works her pussy perfectly on your cock, creaming her juices all over it with a very sexy bounce. You are just like the locker room bench your body lies on top of, with Ryu sitting on your cock and Chaery sitting on your face.

Ryujin moans harder the more she bounces on your cock. "I love how deep it gets in my pussy," she says as you reach under her skirt to spank her ass. You then grab her waist and push her body down, increasing the pace at which her cheeks clap against your hips. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, that dick feels so fucking good," Ryujin moans, her tits perfectly giggling as you find a window off of Chaery's ass to peek into her riding you.

After a few minutes of riding, Ryujin pulls out of your cock and squirts hard, hitting your face with tons of wet juices just as Chaeryeong gets up. The two then join forces as both shake their asses in your face, trying to suffocate you together. "Oh, that's perfect; it feels like I'm in heaven," you tell them as they turn your face into their stools and rub their asses on you and against each other. "Fuck yes," you say, but it gets muffled between their cheeks all over your face. "Good boy, suffocate yourself in those asscheeks," Chaeryeong says.

You turn your attention to Chaeryeong. Her long, fit legs are quite inviting, as she lifts one of them up and invites you. "Come here, baby, stick that big dick right in my pussy," she commands. You do as she asks and penetrate her. "There you go, oh my god," she says. "What a good boy," she continues as she puts one of her legs further up and you start sliding your cock in her pussy.

"God, your pussy is so tight, I'm gonna need a lot not to cum," you tell her. "If you cum right now, the party is over, nerdy boy," Chaery replies. You push with all your might against Chaeryeong's tightening walls as you pound her harder and harder. Ryujin comes in and increases the pressure, licking her best friend's folds as you fuck them.

"Fuck me harder," Chaeryeong demands. You do just that, pinning her hot body against the lockers, making her moan. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH," she screams. You grope her tits and keep pushing, her delicious cunt getting you more and more addicted. "Fuck, Chaery, your pussy is killing me," you tell her. "Just shut up and fuck me," she says, unfazed, making Ryujin let out a big laugh that blows a lot of air into her pussy as she sucks it.

You do just as Chaery asks, making the lockers behind her shake hard as she clings onto them with the increasing hard poundings you give her cunt. "FUCKKKKKK, FUCKKKKKK," is all she can say as your balls smash her cit hard and Ryujin now works her magic hands into her best friend and makes her squirt all over the floor before you put Chaery's legs down and give her a few more thrusts to know the sensation of using her fat ass as a pillow in between poundings.

You and Ryujin share a moment of passion between Chaery's holes as you pull out of her pussy, both of you teaming up on her as you lick her asshole while Ryu lick's her freshly fucked cunt and savors your cock in it as you two kiss each other multiple times.

You get Ryujin ready for the next round as you sit on the bench and put her body upside down, licking her cunt and making it wet and squirting. Chaeryeong watches by her side, rubbing her hands on her friend's body and spitting in her face as you put your cock in Ryu's pussy and start pounding her in a piledriver position. "Oh my God, yeah," she says, ecstatic to get more cock. "Look at you, what a slut you are, Ryujin. I want to see you cum all over his fucking dick," Chaery orders, rubbing her friend's cunt and building up more juices to come out of it.

"Holy fuck, you guys are gonna make me fucking cum so good all over this cock," Ryujin moans as you pick up the pace and enjoy your cock bulging under her fit abs. Chaery keeps using her helping hand under Ryu's skirt, turned on by her friends eye-rolling expressions as your cock attacks her fuckhole deeper and deeper.

"YES, LIKE THAT, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM, FUCKKKKK, SHITTTTT," Ryujin screams. It's now her turn to get smothered by Chaeryeong's big ass as her moans get muffled between her friends fuckholes. But not for long. Ryujin more and more becomes a moaning mess. Even Chaery's ass can no longer contain Ryujin's screams as your cock hits her deep into her cervix. "AHHHHH, AHHHHHH, AHHHHH, I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM," Ryujin yells as she rolls her eyes.

"Then we are gonna make you fucking cum," Chaeryeong says, getting out of Ryujin's face and massaging her cunt, making her burst like in a geyser eruption. The squirt bulding out of her cunt is so much that it pushes your cock out completely. But instead of complaining, you just take advantage of her twisting body on the floor, pouding her face hard until you can't hold it anymore and filling it with a massive burst of cum.

You feel baffled and can't believe you just came all over a girl's face. You lie on the bench, catching your breath and trying to process what just happened. Your cock slowly deflates, and you look completely numb, both girls looking at you with naughty faces. Until a massive force lands on top of your legs and tells you it was just the beginning.

It was Chaeryeong and her fat ass.

Chaeryeong slowly gets your cock back up by grinding on it, and as soon as you're hard again, she pushes it up her pussy. She doesn't clean it from the cum you just bursted on Ryujin, enjoying the sloppy seconds coated all over your cock that will find their way into her vaginal walls soon. Chaery just does what she always does, introducing you to the crazy ride.

There are many ways to ride a cock. Some girls take it slow, some go insane. But Chaeryeong's squatting motion is for sure one of the best. She's not afraid of taking a cock full force and overwhelming it with her physical strength. And you're about to learn it the hard way.

Chaeryeong puts your cock on blast; her ride is so intense it can even make a dead man's cock get back up. She treats it like a regular workout, bouncing on your meat like it's just another regular-sized dildo. The clapping sounds that come from her cheeks meeting your crotch are louder than most Itzy songs. And little do you know, but this is the tamer version of her. If her pussy is already killing you like that, imagine when she does anal with that big fat butt. Ryujin turns into just a spectator, savoring your salty cum to the fullest as she watches her best friend do what she does best.

"Oh, oh, slow down," you beg as Chaeryeong impales herself on your cock. She just ignores you. Once she's bouncing, there is no slowing down. "OH YEAH YEAH YEAH," she screams multiple times, entertaining herself with that big fat cock.

Chaeryeong shows some mercy for you as she pulls out of your cock after rotating on it a little and tastes herself on it. Ryujin rejoins the fun as she gives Chaery's ass a little tap. "You love doing that, you slutty bitch," she says to her friend. "Now let's start a new round; this cock is too good not to go in my ass," she says, getting herself on all fours in the bench.

"Come on, baby, put it in her ass," Chaeryeong orders you. However, you decide to warm Ryujin a bit, licking her asshole alongside Chaeryeong, who provides the perfect spit for your cock to enter inside Ryujin's tight butthole.

"Damn, you feel so good in my ass," Ryujin says as you start pushing your cock slowly up her butt. Chaeryeong stays by her side, adding some spit from time to time to help you go deeper inside her friend. "That fucking asshole is so tight," you say to Ryujin.

"Keep going, baby, stretch it out," Ryujin begs. You also entertain Chaeryeong, feeding your cock straight from Ryujin's anus to her mouth for her to taste her friend's sweaty bumhole. "AAHHHHH YESSSS," Ryujin gets more excited as you fuck her, while Chaeryeong massages her friend's butt while you spank it hard, making Ryujin scream more.

"PLEASE, BABY, SPANK ME." Ryujin keeps begging. You do just as she asks, smashing her butt every couple seconds and watching it recoil. "OHHHHHHHH, YES, YES, YES, FUCKKKKKK," she screams. Chaeryeong giggles, enjoying the way you're turning your friends asscheeks red while rubbing the surroundings of Ryujin's asshole.

Spank after spank after more spank. Hair pulling. The more you fuck Ryujin, the rougher you get to her. Chaeryeong decides to shove her ass in her friend's face for Ryu to lick it, as your hard thrusts push her face closer and closer to Chaery's massive butt. "Come on, Ryu, lick my tasty ass," Chaery commands.

"For such a nerd, you know how to hammer an ass; I'm feeling jealous of my friend now," Chaeryeong tells you. Indeed, you can't stop fucking Ryujin's tight butthole. "Look at her; she loves being fucked in the ass," Chaery continues as she now kisses you and helps you fuck Ryujin by spreading her butt.

"OH FUCKKKKKK," Ryujin screams as you don't stop pounding. Matter of fact, you turn things up a notch, first stretching her mouth while pounding her and then pushing her body to the floor and start prone-boning her. "OH MY FUCKING GOD," Ryujin screams as you now show no mercy for her, just taking her ass as hard as you can and pounding it as deep as you can.

Chaeryeong loves watching it as you feed your hands into her mouth while prone-boning Ryujin. "OH MY GOD THAT COCK IS SO FUCKING BIG INSIDE ME," the older girl screams. But the more she screams, the harder you go. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT," she says, getting more and more surprised with how hard you drill her ass. "HOLY FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Ryujin keeps repeating but still manages to giggle while Chaery masturbates herself to the scene of her friend getting obliterated.

Ryujin squirts all over the floor as your massive pounding makes her cum again. "AHHHHHHH," she screams. "Let me taste that fucking cock before I sit on it with my big ass," Chaeryeong asks you. You leave her on hold, spanking Ryujin a couple more times before pulling out of her and fucking Chaeryeong's face hard. She quickly reacts, wrapping it around your cock in a perfect deepthroat.

"Good girl, I guess you deserve to sit on my cock now," you tell Chaeryeong. "You don't get to tell me if I deserve anything; my ass will tell you if your cock deserves to fuck it," she tells you.

Indeed, Chaeryeong quickly makes you regret those words. As soon as she sits her massive ass on your cock, you know you're in trouble. Her anal ride is just pure insanity. A sheer demonstration of brute force with squats that look like earthquakes every time they reach the base of your cock, hammering it with such energy it feels like you're getting hit by a 100-ton truck multiple times each second. You heard stories about a girl in college that performed such crazy rides with her big fat ass that she made guys beg for mercy; you thought it was just one of those myths that spread from time to time. But now Chaeryeong was telling you she was the girl they were talking about.

"Slow, slow, please," you begged Chaeryeong. Of course she didn't listen. Once you enter the world of her crazy anal rides, there is no going back; she's going to sit on your cock until she gets bored of it or until you can't take it anymore. Ryujin makes it even harder, her spanks in Chaery's ass making her anal walls tighten as she bounces even harder on your cock. It seems like every squat is more violent than the previous one. You're completely on your knees, trying to cope by putting your finger up her anus to, but to no avail.

Chaeryeong keeps squatting on your cock while fingering Ryujin's cunt. She's the center of attention now, the girl who can make both her threesome partners cum at any second, you with her ass, Ryu with her hands, and it's not gonna take too long.

Four minutes. It's all it takes between the first time Chaeryeong squatted on your cock and the time you painted her tight anal walls with your seed, right at the same time she made Ryujin squirt a few more juices out of her pussy. You look completely drained; your cock deflates, and it looks like a mess, like a wounded warrior coming out of the battle. Ryujin is there to scoop some of the cum Chaery spills out of her anus and to give your cock a feel lick as well.

"Hey, at least you lasted double the time the other guys usually do, nerdy boy," Chaeryeong says.

You think it's finally done; you already came twice, feeding your seeds once to each girl. But the two cheerleaders are truly addicted to your cock and want more.

Ryujin looks at your sorry cock and starts grinding on it, not attempting to hide her intentions for a single second. "Chaery already sat on it twice; not it's my turn," she says. Indded, her grinding quickly puts your cock back up and throbbing just as before, with her slowly impaling herself anally to do what her best friend had just done.

Ryujin starts riding your cock. Compared to Chaery's extreme intense anal quake, her bounces are rather soft, but she truly knows how to enjoy a cock going up and down her butt, better yet when Chaery comes in to aid her with a nice massage in her cunt, making Ryujin do what she likes the most: squirting.

Chaeryeong proves to be the best team player for her friend, stimulating her in every way possible while Ryujin uses your cock for her anal massage. Chaery touches every inch of Ryu's body and sends her friend to the heavens just as much as your cock hitting the depths of her asshole.

"Yeah, keep going, massage that pussy," Ryujin tells Chaeryeong as they kiss each other, the older girl never ceasing to bounce on your pole. "Oh, that's so good; I can feel that big cock all the way up in my asshole, fuck," Ryujin says while digging deeper in her cunt and taking the reins to masturbate without Chaery's help. Chaeryeong instead decides to choke her friend, making her walls tighten and leading Ryujin to burst a massive gush of squirt from her pussy.

You take advantage of Ryujin's weakness and start thrusting upward into her ass. "Oh my fucking God, that feels so fucking good," Ryujin moans as your balls hit her clit and Chaeryeong digs her hands deep in her friend's pussy and sucks Ryujin's perky tits, giving Ryujin sexy stares and whispering dirty words in her ear.

"OH MY GOD, DON'T FUCKING STOP." Ryujin screams as she is turned into a toy to be pleased by your cock and her slutty friend Chaeryeong, who pushes her to the limits, making Ryujin bounce hard while you keep pounding. "I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM AGAIN," she screams, letting out another massive fountain of squirt that makes her fall off her cock-riding position. "Damn, I'm so wasted," she says.

But you still have one more challenge. Another round with Chaeryeong's big fat ass that got the best of you the last time. But this time you're more prepared; you now know how to deal with this bubble butt anal slut.

Chaeryeong gets herself on all fours, and you start pounding her ass again. At this point, you don't care about anything. You just want to punish her for having such a big, fat butt that should be outlawed. Chaeryeong prays to God while Ryujin does her thing, licking her friend's tits and fingering her cunt. You just pound Chaeryeong at full speed, treating her like nothing but a fuckhole. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she screams as your cock drills her butthole.

You spank Chaeryeong's big butt and choke her, making her pray harder to God as her ass gets completely destroyed. "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, keep going, baby," she tells you. And indeed, you keep going; if you had the strength, you'd just fuck that ass all day long. "AH SHITTTTT," she screams as you pick up the pace, using your cum inside it as the ideal lube to slide your cock in and out of her big butt. You slap her face, grope her tits, everything you can do to her hot body, you just do, all that while Ryujin squirts watching it.

"I'm gonna cum in that ass again," you tell her. "Fuck yes, baby, I want you to cover that big fat ass with my seeds, spread them all over my butt, and then make Ryujin lick it," Chaeryeong says, unveiling her plan.

The pressure from Ryujin's hands in her pussy makes Chaeryeong's legs start to tremble. Her walls tighten again and make it increasingly hard on your cock. You keep pushing, but all you do is hit a massive wall; it truly feels like Chaery's anal cavity is made of steel. You spank her ass, making her tremble even harder. "AHHHHHH, YEAHHHHHHHH, THAT BIG COCK IS MAKING ME FUCKING CUM SO HARD," she screams.

You can no longer resist and pull out of Chaeryeong's asshole, jerking your cock off before it paints her big fat ass full of cum like it's your personal canvas. But you don't even get time to admire it, as Ryujin is right there to scoop it and lick your cock, with both girls quickly leaving without even taking their panties back. "We are late for our concert," Ryujin says.

You stay in there for a few minutes, trying to process what just happened. Maybe it was just an illusion, a dream. You look at their panties, grabbing them from the floor and sniffing them, trying to remember their sweaty smell that you had felt for the past 30 minutes, before putting them in your pocket to take home as a souvenir, until the friend that took you to the party finally finds you.

"Where did you go, my friend? I couldn't find you anywhere. How did you get in the cheerleader's locker room?" he asks. "Ah, I don't know; I was kind of curious," you told him. "You have to be careful; the cheerleaders use it a lot to fuck their boyfriends, but if one of them spotted you, you would be dead right now," he told you.

"Oh, I didn't know that," you tell him. "Wanna watch the concert that's starting in a couple minutes?" he asks, changing the subject.

"Sure," you go along, but without any conviction in your words.

You arrive back at the field, where a massive stage has been built since you left. The lights are turned on, and a group of five silhouettes covered by smoke emerges as the announcer introduces them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's get ready to party with Itzy!"

The girls are now fully visible onstage, and you can recognize Ryujin and Chaeryeong performing. And they recognize you as well, winking as they spotted you in the crowd. And as their skirts rotate, you get a glimpse of the holes you had just fucked, shocked that they are performing crazy moves on stage with no panties on.

As the concert takes its first break, you receive a text message from Chaeryeong.

"Come meet us backstage after the concert; there are three more panties waiting to get collected."

#chaeryeong smut #ryujin smut #itzy smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #male reader smut

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dollyfiles · 4 months ago

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doll!reader pulls a prank on bf!rafe by wiping off his kisses, but he isn't in the mood for her shenanigans

doll!reader mlist

cw: arguing, explicit language, anger issues, rafe feeling guilty after

it was quiet at your house, everyone else gone, leaving just you and rafe. the silence wasn't lonely though, it felt intimate. you and rafe were curled up under the covers of your queen-sized bed, watching some action movie that your boyfriend swore was a classic.

he insisted you had to see this one, talking it up like it was a masterpiece, but honestly, he was more interested in spending time with you. "i swear, this part's iconic," he said with excitement, gesturing toward the screen.

but you only hummed in response, your focus somewhere else. because you were too focused on your master plan. you’d spent all day waiting for the perfect moment to pull the prank you'd seen on tiktok, and tonight was the night. when rafe got up to use the bathroom, you felt a rush of adrenaline.

quickly but quietly, you grabbed your phone and propped it on the nightstand. your hands were almost shaking from excitement as you made sure the bed was perfectly in frame. smirking to yourself, you slipped back into your bed, pretending the movie had you hooked.

rafe returned a moment later, his buzzed hair slightly sticking up from running his hand through it. he flopped back onto the bed, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "miss me?" he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple. "always," you replied sweetly, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. it was a soft, lingering kiss, and rafe smiled into it, forgetting about everything that had been weighing on him.

he loved moments like this, when he felt close to you like nothing else in the world existed. but then, just as casually, you turned back to the movie and wiped your lips with the back of your hand. rafe froze. his brow furrowing as confusion and irritation crept in. "uhh, did you just wipe your mouth?" he asked, sounding almost offended.

"what?" you asked innocently, your eyes glued to the screen. but on the inside you were smiling. "you just kissed me and then.. fucking wiped it off," he said slowly, trying to process what he'd just seen. "i don't know what you're talking about," you replied nonchalantly, shrugging.

rafe's lips pressed into a thin line. “okay." he said, eyeing you suspiciously. then without warning, he leaned in, cupping your cheek and kissed you again. this time, it was more intense, almost eager like he was trying to prove a point.

you almost broke character, but you held it together. you kissed him back, soft and sweet, and just when rafe started to relax, you turned your head and wiped your lips again. "what the fuck?" he exclaimed, sitting up straighter and staring at you like you'd just committed a crime. "are you serious right now?"

"what?" you asked, feigning confusion, though your lips twitched as you tried to hold back a smile. "you’re wiping my kisses off, y/n! what you doin' that shit for?"

"i am not!" you said, trying to look at least a little bit offended. "you are! you did it just seconds ago." he pointed an accusing finger at your lips. "you don't like kissing me now?"

that did it. you couldn't hold back your laughter anymore, giggling uncontrollably at his growing frustration. rafe felt his patience snap. the stress he'd been holding at bay all day came rushing back. "this isn't funny!" he said, crossing his arms like a sulking child, “why are you acting weird?"

still laughing, you reached for your phone and stopped the recording, holding it up to show him. "you’ve been pranked, ray!" you giggled, unable to contain your amusement. rafe stared at your phone, then back at you, his jaw tightening.

it took a second for the words to sink in, and when they did, rafe’s stomach twisted. "wait. you were filming this shit?" he asked, sounding more annoyed. "yea," you admitted, grinning satisfied.

"it’s for tiktok, baby. you should've seen your face. so hilarious!" rafe sat up straighter, running a hand over his buzzed head as he glared at you. "you’re not posting that," he said flatly. "oh, come on, it's funny!" you replied, still laughing.

"no," rafe snapped, crossing his arms. "i’m serious, y/n. you’re not posting that shit. if you do, i’ll delete that fucking tiktok app off your phone myself." the humor in the situation dimmed as his seriousness sank in.

your grin faltered, "why are you taking this so seriously? it’s just a funny trend!" you frowned at him. "because it's embarrassing," he shot back, clearly still annoyed. "you don't need to show everyone me looking like an idiot." the argument escalated quickly.

rafe could feel the tension in his chest building. "you weren't even an idiot!" you countered, throwing your hands up. "you’re being way too dramatic about this. honestly, you're acting like a little bitch right now." rafe’s jaw tightened as soon as you threw out your little comment at him, "what?" his day had already been hell.

meetings with his dad had turned into lectures, and work had felt like an uphill battle from the second he walked through the door this morning. so you acting up now as well got him on the verge loosing it. "you heard me," you replied, not fully grasping how close he was to losing his temper. "you’re being ridiculous over a silly video, rafe."

"oh, i'm ridiculous?" his voice rose, his ocean-blue eyes narrowing as he got off the bed. "i’m the one being ridiculous?" he huffed. "yea, you are!god, you can't take a joke," you shot back, crossing your arms. rafe shook his head, pacing the room.

"you’ve got some nerve, y/n," he muttered under his breath. "oh, spare me," you said, rolling your eyes. "what are you gonna do, fucking cry about it all night?" that was the last straw. rafe stormed over to your side of the bed, grabbed your phone, and without thinking, threw it across the room.

the phone hit the wall with a loud thud before clattering to the floor. you froze, your eyes wide with shock. "are you fucking serious?" as soon as it happened, regret hit him like a tidal wave. your shocked expression, the way your shoulders stiffened, the tears that welled in your eyes. it all felt like a punch to the gut.

the room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of your sharp breaths as you rushed over to inspect the damage. your chest tightened when you saw the shattered screen, panic shooting through you.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" you yelled, as you scrambled to pick up your phone. rafe immediately realized what he had done, his face falling. "shit, i-i didn't mean to—.”

"you didn't mean to?" you cut him off, holding up the pieces of your broken display. "look at this, rafe! you like destroying my shit?" he mumbled, "i’m sorry, baby. i wasn't thinking-" you cried out, "clearly!" your voice cracking.

"you weren't thinking at all! god, you're such an asshole." rafe carefully stepped closer, reaching out to you, desperate, "baby please, don't cry. i'll fix it. i'll get you a new one, i swear."

"get out," you snapped, shoving his hand away. "what?" rafe’s stomach dropped at your words. "i said get out, rafe," you repeated, "i can't even look at you right now." voice cold. “please.." he pleaded. "i'll make it right. just—" but you weren't having it.

“out!” you pointed to the door, tears streaming down your face. he hesitated for a moment, looking like he wanted to fight you on it, but the look in your eyes stopped him. shoulders slumping, he finally left, the door slamming shut behind him.

for the next hour, rafe couldn't sit still. the weight of what he'd done pressed down on him, suffocating. he hated himself for losing control, for ruining the peace he'd found with you. he never wanted to become this person again, but sometimes it was hard not to fall back into his old habits.

finally, he grabbed his keys and drove to the store, his mind racing. when he returned to your house, he stood outside your door for a long moment, the weight of the new phone and bouquet of roses feeling inadequate in his hands. but he had to try.

"baby, it's me," he called softly from the other side. you didn't respond, but after another minute, the door opened, and rafe stepped in, holding the shiny new iphone in one hand and the massive bouquet of roses in the other.

“i’m sorry," he said immediately, his voice soft and filled with guilt, kneeling down infront of you, your tear-streaked face breaking his heart all over again. "i was an idiot. i shouldn't have done that." you looked up at him, still sniffling. "you think flowers and a new phone are going to fix this?"

"no," he admitted, setting them down on the bed beside you. "but i'm really fucking sorry. i hate seeing you upset, especially because of me." you sighed, wiping your eyes and glaring at him. "rafe, you can't just lose your temper like that. this isn't okay." he sighed "i know," his head dropping. "and i'm sorry. i'll do better, i promise. i don't want to mess this up. i don't want to mess us up."

for a long moment, you just stared at him, he thought you might tell him to leave again but then your expression softened slightly. "you really need to get your shit together, ray," you said finally, your voice sweeter now. he looked up at you, his ocean-blue eyes full of regret and adoration. "i swear i'll get it together, doll. no more tantrums, no more throwing phones. i love you."

"you better mean that," you said, placing your hand on his cheek and stroking it gently. "i do," he promised, leaning into your touch. and he did mean it, because losing you wasn't an option. and while you were still a little bit mad at rafe, you couldn't help but forgive him. because, at the end of the day, even though he was an asshole sometimes, he was your asshole.

#dollys playroom 🐇#doll!reader 𝜗𝜚 #doll!reader x bf!rafe 𝜗𝜚 #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron x reader

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 years ago

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a little fashion show

kinktober, day four

a/n: bro, the amount of time this idea has been in the notes app on my phone....

warnings: stiles stilinski x reader, smut, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, trying on lingerie, teasing, flashing, kissing

word count: 990

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“Who was at the door?” Stiles asked as your giddy form appeared in the doorway to your room once more.

“The mailman,” you giggled, unable to contain your excitement, “and look!”

“You got a package!” not getting as revved up in the excitement as you were, he nonchalantly pointed out the parcel in your palms, “oh, cool!”

“Not just any package, only the one I’ve been waiting about a billion years to arrive,” you shut the door behind you, gazing down at the bundle in your hands with heart-shaped eyes, “you don’t mind if I just try this stuff on right now, do you? I just don’t know if I can wait till you leave.”

Discretely readjusting in his comfortable seat on your mattress, he waved a hand, “no, no, it’s fine.”

“Really? Great!” you squealed, digging your fingers into the opening of the package, “you can help me see if any of it doesn’t suit me or fit right, give you a little fashion show and everything.”

“Alright, sure,” he agreed with a soft chuckle as you disappeared behind the wide bookcase that acted as a divider in the middle of your room.

After changing into the first item, you couldn’t stop yourself from springing back out, arms raised high above your head as you sang, “tada! What do you think?”

“Wow, oh, wow,” you watched Stiles eyes grow wide as they landed on the extremely short nightgown hanging around your form, “that’s-, that’s-…”

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you turned your back to your stunned friend to glance at yourself in the mirror, “the floral pattern especially.”

Gaze tracing your hands as they played with the tiny skirt, “y-yeah, it is,” you just barely managed to catch sight of his reflection discreetly move one of your pink pillows over his lap, “it’s good, you should definitely keep that one.”

You hadn’t thought that his blush could have gotten any worse, but evidently, as you soon pranced out clad in the next thing, it very much could.

“What about this one?” you innocently observed the lingerie set in the long mirror, turning a bit to see how the high-waisted, black underwear hugged your bottom, “do you think it fits alright?”

Looking like a broken PlayStation 2 game you’d have to pull out and blow on, Stiles simply hummed, “huh?”

“I just feel like if I jump around or bend over in this, the girls are just gonna spill out,” your nose crinkled as your fingertips ghosted over the cups of the matching bra.

“I mean,” he blinked hazily, “you could test it out, if you want.”

Obliging twice, jumping gently in place, the squint to your eye didn’t fade away as not only you observed how your boobs jiggled in the cups, “hm, I don’t know, maybe one of the ones that has a different cut then this one…”

Peeping through the shy slivers of the bookcase, you bit down on your smirk as you watched the trouble you’d stirred up on the other side. As you slid off the black number, daringly arching your back and purposefully sticking your butt out far enough for him to catch a glimpse, you spotted how a string of your want clung to the panties as you dragged the down your legs.

If this last one wasn’t gonna do the trick, make the guy you’d had a crush on forever fess up and make a move, then you didn’t know what would.

Pink, skimpy and sheer, your pebbly nipples weren’t the only thing on full display as the see-through thong also made your puffy pussylips no secret to anyone.

Your pace as you returned to the mirror was purposefully slow, not looking to Stiles even once as you felt your desperation for him soak the pretty garments.

“T-that-, yeah,” his fluttering eyes were trained on your bare bottom, “that’s nice.”

“Yeah?” you still didn’t dare to look at him, “you think so?”

“Mhm,” he nearly groaned.

Grazing your touch ever so lightly over the elastic edges, you uttered, “you really think it’s pretty?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Stiles,” you sucked in a deep breath and gathered up the courage through the pumping adrenalin of being so exposed before your crush, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” flowed from his lips nearly instantly.

“Would you have sex with me?”

The room was dead silent a moment before Stiles choked, “what?”

“Would you fuck me?” you rephrased, still not looking back at him in the refection.

“Would I-… I’m sorry, what?”

“Would you fuck me?” gnawing at your bottom lips, you finally turned to face him, “because I kinda really like you, like a lot,” your feet slowly carried you closer to where he sat, “and I don’t know, I’m sorry, am I being too forward? Is this too much? Do you not like me in that way? Because I totally get it if you do, I’m really sorry for everything. I thought you’d picked up on the hints I’ve been dropping for a while now and that you-”

“I do like you!” he rushed to cut off your concern, “I-I-, yes,” seizing your hand in his as he emphasized, “yes.”

“Yes or yes?” you asked, eyes flickering to the pillow hiding his own excitement.

“Yes,” he nodded, swiftly tugging you down in his lap before you could withdraw your proposal.

An airy whimper escaped your lips as he then kissed you, your whole body feeling like puddy in his grasp. Drawing back a moment from his long-awaited pecks, you found yourself offering bashfully, “you know, I could also just give you a handjob or blow you or something if you’re not-”

Using his leverage, he suddenly flung you down against the mattress, effectively cutting your suggestion off as he scurried to hover above you, an earnest grin adorning his lips as he then exclaimed “oh my god, just shut up and let me screw my best friend.”

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rubiehart · 4 months ago

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HONEYED KISSES…

summary: jj missed his girl all day at work, when he comes home all he wants to do is love on her…

warnings: mdni/nsfw 18+, reader is in early pregnancy, mentions/descriptions of postpartum body, mentions of complications giving birth (very minor), reader has body insecurity,, jj stands for jesse james, so much praise, talking her through it, nicknames such as: sweetheart, darlin’, angel etc.. smut, p in v, oral (fem r.) body worship (fem r.)

word count: 9.5k

blurbs n’ other thoughts for this pairing found here!

His eyebrows raise, a smirk of amusement on his face as you approach him clad in just one of his old shirts that’s a little too big on you and your eyes meet, he looks you up and down, drinking in the sight of you with a satisfied look on his face, his eyes lingering on the hem brushes the tops of your thighs, and the way your milk heavy breasts stretch the fabric a little.

He lets out a wolf whistle, unable to help himself, a sound that’s become so natural to both him and you, the one that’s always got you smilin’ all nervous. He reaches his hands out to grab your hips, pulling you against him, drawling in that stupid accent. “And what have we here?”

You’re already smiling, cherub cheeks blushy as he swoops you off of your feet, ticking at your sides with his ringed fingers. Your laughs n’ excited squeals of protest ring through the little house, and you slap a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up, thinking about your baby girl asleep in her nursery down the hall, but you still can’t contain her giggles. “J!”

“Shush.” He grins that grin that he only reserves for you and presses a finger to your lips, shushing you playfully, “Don’t wanna wake Jackie now, do ya?” his words are thick in his Southern drawl and his eyes glint with their familiar mischievous glint as he walks you over to the couch.

His hand rests against the small of your back, gripping at your ass through the fabric of your panties. He places you down on the couch, hovering over you as he hovers above you with a smirk, hands on either side of your head, staring at you with eyes full of love and adoration.

Your laughter dies down and her eyes flutter open, face still all hot. When your eyes meet his they soften, in a way that makes his heart ache in his chest, a pang. They flick all over his face, each eye, to his nose, down to his lips and they linger there for a little until they’re meeting his again.

His cocky smirk turns a little gentler, more fond and his eyes gaze down at you in a manner that could only be described as worshipping. The rough pads of his fingers run along the soft skin of your jaw, tracing over the freckles that are painted in constellations over your nose and cheeks before he’s cupping your cheek.

“My pretty girl…” He murmurs tenderly, thumb brushing over the flesh of your bottom lip before he’s leaning down capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

Your arms wrap around his neck, lashes fluttering against his skin as you kiss him back, thick thighs moving to hook around his waist gently to pull him close. To keep him close. His calloused thumb runs softly over the baby soft skin of your cheeks as he kisses you all sweet and desperate.

He smiles into the kiss, the feeling of your thick thighs wrapping around him bringing a spark in his gut, a spark that would grow and grow if it weren’t for the fact that you were currently pregnant with his child and he didn’t want to push it.

He breaks the kiss, panting a little before he’s kissing your cheek, your jaw and your neck, peppering kisses over the sensitive flesh, his hands trailing over the soft cotton of his shirt that you’re wearing.

His hands push up the cotton of your shirt above your tummy, barely showing but it’s a little rounded - it’s the thought that his baby boy or girl is in there that makes him want to worship the flesh as if it’s gold. Your head falls back against the armrest of the couch. Your lips part, eyes hooded as you watch him, soft breaths of pleasure leaving your lips.

He looks up at you from the soft curve of your stomach, eyes admiring the softness that you’d gained over the last few months. He presses a firm kiss to your stomach, hands rubbing over your sides, eyes locked on yours as he lets out a low groan, “Pretty girl…so pretty for me..”

He presses a few more kisses to your skin, worshipping the flesh with his lips, as his hands trace over the softness of your hips.

He kisses softly at the rounded bump, lips chapped as his eyes trace the lightened stretch marks that still lingered from your first baby, Quinn, they trail in soft lines along your hips and inner thighs, some streaking under your bump.

You sniffle softly, head still dropped back as you shuffle a little as he pulls you a little closer to him on the couch. It’s as if he can feel the insecurity coming off of you in waves.

The pads of his fingers trace the faint silvery stretch marks on your hips, his eyes taking in the sight with a pang in his gut, remembering how they’d first appeared and the tears that’d run down your face, no doubt from hormonal changes and he’d kissed over every single one and told you you were still just as pretty as ever.

He keeps his soft kisses coming, his mouth moving upwards, over your stomach and your ribs, and to your chest, leaving his kisses there too.

He lets his kisses linger a little longer across those places, where the marks from his baby girl lay, that declared her entry into the world. Your hips, inner thighs and breasts. He hears your breath hitch softly and his hand slides up to find yours, wordlessly interlocking your fingers and squeezing softly, as if to tell you ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you.’

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbles softly against your chest, lips moving up along the flesh to your collarbone and your neck, his body draped over you. His thighs are pressed into the couch on either side of your hips, his hard body flush against your own softer, rounder one.

His free hand is sliding underneath the cotton of the shirt, tracing over your ribs and up to your breast. Fingers ghosting across the underside of the soft flesh.

“Dunno know how I got so lucky.” He whispers against your skin.

You sniffs softly, jaw clenches as if to hold back tears you know will come, hand moving down to card your fingers through his hair, loving him wordlessly as you look down at him through hooded eyes, chest aching with love.

You watch the way the muscles of his arms ripple as he worships you like he always has, skinny or not, mother to his children or not, confident or not. His eyes shine in the orange lamp which makes your chest constrict.

He presses another languid kiss to your soft skin, his hands and mouth roaming as if he’s worshipping your body and a part of him is. He’s always thought you were beautiful, and the way that your body is changing to accommodate the child growing inside you has only made him more in awe with you.

He nips softly at the underside of your jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin gently. “Best damn thing that ever happened to me…” He murmurs against your skin, voice low and gravelly.

His calloused thumb runs softly over one of the larger stretch marks along your hip, still a darker pink colour than all the rest, he presses hot open mouthed kisses to the hot skin of your collarbone as you mewl ever so softly he almost doesn’t hear. The baby hairs from your messy updo tickle at his skin, breath hot against his forehead.

He grins softly against the soft skin of your clavicle, his hand still tracing and worshiping the stretch marks that covered your hips and thighs. Fingers skimming across them, he moves to press a trail of kisses up your neck and towards your ear and jawline, teeth nipping at the skin when he gets there, “My perfect girl..”

He pulls you even tighter against him, the hand that was interlocked with yours moving to grip at your hip.

You feel the soft touch when he brushes his fingertips against the stretch mark, the one you’d spent especially long staring at in the mirror, he’d seen that, knows. Was there to kiss every inch of you when you were at her lowest after pregnancy, telling you that you’re beautiful no matter what. You almost jolts at the feeling, soft laughter from his kisses along your jaw dying down slowly.

His hands still, taking notice of how you jerked with a start and he can feel the frown forming on your face, knowing exactly what you’re thinking. He pulls away a little, enough so that he can look you in the eye and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Quit it…” His words are tender and his eyes are soft as he looks at you, his hand coming to brush a few loose hairs from out of your face. “Lemme take care of my girl.”

“Kay.” You whisper softly, saliva clicking in your mouth, eyes a little teary at the way he’s looking at you, as if she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He lets out a soft chuckle, hands smoothing over your sides, your chest, wherever he can touch. “You better not be cryin’.” He murmurs against your skin, soft kisses against your collarbone that has you shuddering slightly.

He looks up at you, tilting your head down as his nose brushes against yours.

“M’ not.” You whisper, voice a little raspy, caught in your throat a little as he kisses at your soft skin, down the column of your throat. “Are we gon’ have sex?” You whisper softly, wet lashes fluttering softly against your cheeks.

He lets out a low hum at that, nipping softly at your skin, “Mm…we could..” His hands are skimming along your body, fingers tracing along the edge of the old tee shirt, “but you’re all tired, aren’t ya? Need some rest..”

He presses another kiss to your collarbone, moving back up to just below your ear, “And I don’t wanna be too rough with you, y’know? In your condition.”

“What condition’s that?” You pant out a little breathlessly, lips parting in a soft whimper when his teeth graze your sweet spot.

His head dips back to the flesh of your neck, teeth grazing that one spot that he knows drives you crazy, “Pregnant..” He growls against the sensitive skin, nipping softly at the flesh before soothing over it with his warm mouth, she feels him grinning against the skin and her stomach goes all fluttery.

“Thought you liked me pregnant..” You whisper, breath catching and shaky as he sucks over the soft skin of your neck, always touch starved but not because he wasn’t always there, because his touch had her insatiable, always begging for more.

“I do.” His low growl is almost too much for you, and he grins against your skin, leaving a soft mark there. “So damn sensitive, huh? Gettin’ riled up..”

He drags his lips along your collarbone, hands roaming over the round curve of your hip, “S’ all my fault, ain’t it?”

“Please take me to bed.” You whine softly, head falling back to give him better access as your legs wrap around his waist, arms ‘round his neck.

His grip on you tightens, letting out a soft grunt as you wrap your arms and legs around him. He loves it when you’re like this, needy and wanting, “Bossy, ain’t ya?”

He stands up from the couch, hands coming to grip at your thighs and ass as they’re wrapped around him, “You’re gonna have to be quiet though, remember? Gotta let our girl get some sleep, y’know.”

“I will. Want it gentle anyway.” You huff softly into the crevice between his neck and shoulder, breathing in his scent as you cling to him like a koala bear.

“Gentle.” He murmurs softly as he begins walking to the bedroom, his long strides eating up the short hall quickly. He’s always liked you like this, clinging to him, in his shirt, begging him to take care of you.

“S’ been a while, hasn’t it?” He says as he reaches the bedroom and he lowers you slowly onto the bed, his body covering yours again as he lays you down onto the soft sheets.

“Yeah..” You whisper quietly, hair splaying around you on the pillow as she looks up at him, feeling a tiny bit shyer at the way he towers over your laying form.

He just looks down at you for a moment, taking in the flushed cheeks, the messy hair and the tee shirt that’s far too big on you. He’s seen you like this a million times before but still, every time, you look absolutely breathtaking.

He leans down, hands either side of your head as he hovers above you, his body pressing you into the sheets. He smiles at the way you look up at him, “You’re so pretty, y’know? Like, unreal pretty..”

“Shut up.” You grumble, cheeks heating up bashfully, freckled nose wrinkling. At that he’s already dipping his head down to mouth at your sweet spot. “Are.. are you stayin’ on top?” She manages through a sweet whimper.

He chuckles, low and rough and the sound sets a spark in your gut, “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m stayin’ on top.”

He presses a soft kiss to your nose, that adorable crinkle before he’s moving to trail kisses down your jaw, “Don’t think I’m gon’ be goin’ too rough, or deep or nothin’, I don’t wanna strain you.”

“I want you deep.” You whisper, looking up at him through thick lashes, he nearly crumbles right there. “Jus’ ‘want you to fuck me like on our weddin’ night, y’know? Gentle.. but still deep, holdin’ me n’ stuff.”

He can’t help the soft groan that escapes from him when you whisper that to him, it sends sparks racing up his spine and his eyes darken a little. “You’re playin’ dirty.” He murmurs against your neck as he bites softly at your skin.

“Like our wedding night, huh?” He’s already leaning down, breath tickling the shell of your ear, “I can do that for you, angel.. can do anything for you..”

“Do.. d’ya remember it?” You ask as he kisses up all over your neck and shoulders, images of that night flashing through your mind, lips parted, little moans slipping through the rubied flesh.

“Do I remember it?” He lets out a little huff of disbelief as he grins against your skin, “Course I remember it, baby. Best night of my damn life.”

He continues leaving his kisses and little marks all across your neck and shoulders, “Think about it all the damn time..”

You let out a soft sigh of ecstasy, legs wrapping around his waist as he continues to kiss a path down your body, slowly stripping you of her t-shirt and panties as he goes.

He pulls your shirt off, throwing it somewhere to the other side of the room before he moves his lips back down your collarbone and all over your chest and ribs. His lips kiss and nipped gently over the soft flesh as he moves down your body, coming to a stop just above your bump.

His hands slide up your sides, palms wide as he gently touches the skin that is stretched taut over your swollen middle. His mouth leaves wet kisses on the underside of your stomach before moving to kiss the faint silvery stretch marks.

“Shhh..” He reassured gently against the skin, eyes flicking up to meet yours where you’re leaning up on your elbows, watching him as he pays special attention to those marks that welcomed his first baby girl into the world, the same ones that will be a sign of your second baby who’s growing in your tummy as he kisses it.

“So beautiful.” He whispers against your skin softly, reverently as his lips press against the stretch marks, his hand moving to cover your baby bump. It’s warm and his palm is large enough to cover most of it.

He feels the way you’re watching him and he looks up at you, “The prettiest girl in the whole damn world.

You sigh softly through your spit slick lips, eyes sunken and teary as you looks down at him.

“Don’t be cryin’.” He murmurs softly as he continues to gently kiss along your skin, “None of that.”

He trails his mouth further south, his hands sliding down the inside of your thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses against them. He pauses for a moment as he looks up at you, fingers gently running along your core, “Can’t have you cryin’ when I’m about to make you feel real good.”

You sniffle out a soft laugh at his teasing grin, swiping at your teary eyes. “Kay, ‘m not cryin’.”

He grins, the sight of you all teary under him is doing something to him, and he lets out another low hum as he continues to gently kiss your thighs, his hands spreading them wider, “Good girl.”

He looks up at you, “S’ been a while since I’ve tasted you, huh sweetheart?”

You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his lips over your panty clad core, fingers gripping the sheets beside your body. After having Quinn a year and a half ago, you’d been real insecure about this part of your body in particular, especially since you’d had her naturally.

Before babies, JJ’s absolute favourite thing ever to do was to eat you out, and things were no different now, he just has to prove that to you. “I dunno J.. if ‘s a good idea..”

He can feel the uncertainty in the way your body tenses up, can tell that you’re still worried about it. It’s what you always do when you’re feeling insecure about something, and god he hates it. He lets out another little low sound, “Ain’t a good idea my ass.”

He moves forwards, pushing up your thighs as he does, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your left thigh, “Lemme prove it to you darlin’.”

You let out a soft breath, eyes fluttering gently as he pulls you a little further down the bed, hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders.

He presses soft wet kisses against your inner thighs, before he’s licking a broad slow stripe right over the fabric of your cotton panties, eyes looking up at you as you shudder at the feeling.

“See, nothin’ to it.” He murmurs, nipping and sucking softly at the sensitive skin on your thighs, “I’ve still got my favourite meal right here..”

You laugh softly, thighs trembling softly over his shoulders at the way he’s teasing her over the cotton, contrast to their wedding night completely with the way he ripped you out of that lingerie like a man dying of thirst in a desert. He was a boy then, he’s a man now, and he knows how to treat his woman.

He presses a few more kisses to your thighs, the soft flesh of it almost like a comfort to him, almost second nature. The way he touches you and worships you is almost like a practiced routine, one he knows by heart.

His nose brushes up against the cotton fabric between your legs, and he lets out another contented sound, “Just as sweet as always..”

The scent of your arousal makes him genuinely crave it, saliva rushing to his tongue and he aches to taste her now. He’d always been an eater, ever since they first got together, it’s a trait that no matter how much he’s grown up and matured, never left him.

He lets out another soft groan and his hands tighten around your thighs, tongue swiping softly over the fabric, eyes looking up at you again. “Missed this..” He murmurs, his words vibrating softly against you.

His nose presses against your core gently, inhaling the scent and his eyes darken, “Missed you…”

You laugh breathily, and that’s one of his favourite sounds, second to the sound of your moans. “Why dy’a always smell me?” You whisper, one hand moving to thread your fingers through his hair gently.

He looks up from between your legs, letting out another soft laugh of his own, “’S like my little reward.” His eyes darken as his words send another shiver down your spine, “Makin’ sure you’re all nice an’ sweet for me.. can’t disappoint my baby, now can I?”

“What, you like it?” You sniff softly, a soft moan slipping between your wet lips when he mouths at her through the fabric with a hot mouth.

“Don’t I always?” He grins softly, looking up at you, “Sweetest I’ve ever tasted..”

He continues kissing at you through the cotton, letting out a low sound as you moan softly. He lets his nose press into your core, the material soaked though, his hands squeezing and pressing at your soft thighs, fingers leaving behind little indents in the flesh. “Think I need a little taste, that a’right?”

His angular nose catches against your bundle of nerves and you jolt softly, a soft squeak-moan hybrid squeezing past your lips. “Mhm, thas’ okay.” She hums, and he knows. He knows that you’re insecure, you’d been fine up to this point with all the over the panties touching and kissing, but now he was going to be seeing you post partum, under the panties, completely bare.

He sees the way you shiver, and he sees the way your thighs clench together softly, “Relax, darlin’.” He whispers softly, fingers stroking gently at the soft flesh of your thighs, soothing you, “Lemme take care a’ you..”

He gives your inner thigh a gentle squeeze before he’s moving his fingers to the waistband of your panties, tugging them lightly, “Lift em’ up for me, honey girl.”

She lets out a soft breath of adoration at the nickname, hips lifting off the bed as she instinctively cradles her small bump.

He pulls them down your thick thighs, made thicker from pregnancy which was one of his favourite changes, eyes not leaving you the whole time as he assesses your body language, needing to know you were okay at all times and not getting in your head about anythin’.

His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with arousal, and he can see how vulnerable you feel right now. You’re all bared for him to see, completely open and exposed. He takes you in silently, eyes roaming over your body as he lets out a low sound of admiration.

“Look at you..” He whispers reverently, his hands now free to roam where they please, fingers tracing over the inside of your thighs softly.

He hears your breath catch softly above him, looking up as he grins against the skin of your thigh, all lovesick and handsome for his pretty girl.

He presses a few more hot open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where you’re dripping and glossy for him. At the sight of your core he’s already salivating, nothing’s changed from before.

He thinks it’s stupid that you could be insecure about something like that, but he does understand. When giving birth to Quinn, you’d tore down there, minimally, but it still required stitches, which was why he needed to get that message through your thick skull that he doesn’t care.

He’s pressed a few more soft kisses to your thighs and your body is trembling softly, his breath hot against your core, “Lemme hear you, angel..” He murmurs softly, “Wanna hear you so damn bad..”

His hands grip at your thighs, fingers pressing hard as he pushes them apart for him, his nose trailing right over you. “Still my sweet girl..” He murmurs, his voice little more than a gravelly whisper. It’s so close he can nearly taste it.

You let out a soft whimper, breath stuttering as he breathes you in, nose pressed right against your wet core, its some sort of primal need he’d never be able to explain to anyone, the need to smell you.

“J..” You whine sweetly, and he feels like the airs been punched out of his lungs for a second at the sound. That. That right there is his favourite sound, and he’s been waitin’ all night and all day at work to hear it.

“Use y’ words, sweetheart..” He whispers softly against your core, hands tightening around your thighs, his eyes flicking up to watch the way your face contorts, the way your head falls back against the pillow, exposing your pretty neck.

He presses his nose right against you in the intimate way he knows you like, inhaling softly, eyes dark as he groans. “Can’t wait to taste you..” He mumbles, breath hot against you, “Missed it..”

He’s got that rumble in his voice that tells you that he’s hungry for it, literally salivating to taste you. You attempt to clench your thighs but it’s no use against his strong hands gripping onto the flesh and keeping them apart with minimal effort.

“Jess..” You whine softly, and his heart pangs so hard it aches.

“Sssshhh..” He whispers softly, nipping gently at the flesh of your inner thigh, “Lemme take care a’ you..”

He shifts himself a little for a proper look at you, tongue flicking out to wet his lip at the sight, tongue slowly licking a strip up your core, taking in the taste, and oh god, he’s missed it.

You let out a soft whimper, hips writhing against his mouth as your hands grip at the sheets. He’s gentle with the work of his tongue, and after a few seconds he’s pulling his mouth away, licking the arousal from around his mouth as he spreads your outer lips with two thumbs, admiring.

His eyes are a nearly inky black, dark and hungry as his gaze is fixed between your thighs, and his mouth waters. He wants to tease, he wants to make this last but he also can’t stop the instincts of his body. He leans forward, tongue running up through your folds slowly just once, eyes snapping up to look at you as he tastes you for the first time in over a year, properly.

“S the scar gone?” You whisper, hips shuffling softly against the mattress as you look down at him, eyelashes fluttering softly and he sees the worry behind them after these all these years of reading her every expression. It breaks his heart a little that the scar is her first thought.

“Can’t see it.” He murmurs against your thigh, his nose tracing along the skin, “Still my pretty girl..”

He sucks softly at your outer labia before his tongue is licking gently again, getting a feel for you again, “So sweet..” He murmurs softly, shifting his hold on your thighs as one of his hands moves down, his middle finger tracing gently over the edge of your entrance.

Your head falls back against the pillows at that information, feeling his finger at your entrance, getting you ready for him.

He pushes in softly, eyes looking up at you to check you’re still comfortable. “This okay?” His tone is genuine and loving, eyes never leaving yours as he pushes in a soft moan slipping from his lips at the sound of your breath hitching.

He pushes in just to the first knuckle, and feels you contracting around the single digit, biting down on the inside of your cheek, his eyes never leaving your face to continuously check how you’re doing.

“There we go…” He coos softly, finger pressing in deeper but still gently, “Been a while, but you’re still doin’ so good, baby..”

He knows you’re insecure, all the way, and he hates it. Your body has gone through everything a human body can, and still you’re more beautiful to him than you’ve ever been.

He’s in to the second knuckle now, building up a soft pace as he pushes in and out, keeping his thumb rubbing comforting little circles over your little button to keep you relaxed.

He feels the way you’re clenching, sees the twitch of your hips, and he grins faintly, leaning further forward to swipe his tongue across your core, finger still moving gently. “That good?” He murmurs softly, “You doin’ okay, honey girl? Still good?”

“S’ a little tight, J..” You hum, hips writhing softly on the bed as his thumb moves a little faster against your bundle of nerves, in attempt to quell the dull sting you feels from the intrusion after so long.

“I know, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your core, “But you’re taking it so good.. such a good girl for me..” He takes a long slow lick through your folds as he pushes his finger all the way in, feeling you clench around him, “Just like that.. you’re doin’ so well, I know it’s been a while..”

You let out a soft sigh at the feeling of it pushing past the initial resistance, his cold ring pressed against your opening. “S’ okay.. feels better now.”You murmur, hips bucking softly as he slows down his thumb against your throbbing button, because he doesn’t want you comin’ yet, with only 1 finger when he’s still gotta get you ready for him.

Your breathing is harsh and shallow, and his ears pick up all of the little mewls and noises you lets out, eyes fixed on your face. “Want another?” His voice is barely above a whisper as you clench around the one he’s got pressed inside of you, “You think you’re ready for another?” He presses another kiss to the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

The way he’s so attentive to you is honestly making you a little dizzy and warm, you shrug, thighs trembling ever so softly against his shoulders and his hand is already there rubbing and kissing to calm it.

“I- I dunno.. does it feel ready?” You ask quietly, voice cracking a little in a soft whimper when the pad of his digit catches on that spot.

He presses another soft kiss to the softness of your thigh as he pulls his finger out a smidge, adding a little more spit to the mix, “Should be…” He murmurs softly, looking up at you, his eyes darker than normal, “S’ all about how you feel darlin’.”

He rubs gently over your core, your glistening arousal coating the two fingers he presses to you.

He sees you clench when he spits against your core, grinning against the skin of your thigh all giddy in victory, like a stupid teenager.

You nod softly, hips bucking when his soaked finger skims over your engorged button, you jolts softly and his free hand comes to hold your hips down, thumb rubbing against the flesh comfortingly.

“That’s it, good girl..” He presses another open mouthed kiss to your thigh, leaving a soft mark from where you’ve been bitten, he presses at your entrance gently with two fingers, feeling your hips jerk, a little whine leaving your lips at the intrusion, “Just keep breathin’ for me..” He murmurs softly.

You lift your hand to your face to bite at your knuckles, muffling the sounds that were bound to come, he keeps his thumb rubbing comfortingly at your hips, other at your bundle of nerves as he watches every micro expression on your face.

He watches you carefully, checking your every twitch or hitch of breath. “Don’t do that.. Lemme hear ya pretty girl..” His fingers push in just a little deeper, feeling the way you clench around them, his eyes on your facial expressions, “I wanna hear you, angel.”

You let her hand fall to grip the mattress instead, thighs shaking as you legs out little ragged breaths. “How many more till’ I can take you, J?” You whisper, head falling back against the pillow as he stills his fingers, kissing on your thighs.

“Three’s my guess..” He replies softly, looking up at you, his hand squeezing softly at your hip, before he’s curling his fingers inside you, thumb moving a little at your button, “Gotta get you opened up pretty girl.” He murmurs, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your hip bone.

“One more?” You ask softly, clenching real tight for a few seconds he thinks his blood flow has cut off in his fingers.

“Yeah..” He murmurs softly, pressing soft kisses to your hip as he pulls out his two fingers a little, spit adding to your own natural lubrication, only now adding a third against your entrance, “Gonna go slow, okay darlin’?”

“‘Kay.” You whisper, swallowing thickly, knowing the final stretch is probably going to hurt a little worse. Your hand moves down and as if he’s reading your mind his is already there too to grab yours, your fingers intertwining.

His third finger presses gently against you, he sees the way you tense up slightly, hand gripping his a little, he brings it up to his mouth to press a soft kiss to it before he’s whispering against your knuckles, “Just keep breathin’ for me, honey girl, doin’ so good..”

He’s gentle as he works in the third finger with the other two, it’s a lot tighter and he can see that your face has scrunched up a little, but he presses a few gentle kisses to your thigh, “Sshh, sshh.. you’re doin’ so good..”

“S’ it all the way in?” You sniffle softly, hand gripping his real tight as your thighs continue to shake.

“Just the three fingers, sweetheart..” He murmurs softly, “You’re doing so damn good..” He rubs his thumb gently against your hip as he moves his fingers slowly, his eyes fixed on your face, “You’re takin’ em’ so well.. you don’t know how goddamn proud I am of you..”

You sniff softly, that praise always sendingn you all emotional and lovey. “Can I take you now?”You whisper, eyes a little glassy and cheeks pinkened.

He looks at you and sees the tears in your eyes and he’s got this feeling in his stomach like he’s just fallen in love all over again, and if only you knew how god damn proud he was of you..

He lets out a soft sigh when he pulls his fingers out, his body rising between your legs, “You sure, baby? We can go a little longer..”

“Mhm, m’ sure.” You hum, reaching up to grab onto his broad shoulders to pull him closer to you, pressing your lips to his and tasting yourself on his tongue.

He returns the kiss, a hand gripping at the side of your waist, pulling you in flush to his body, “Just tell me if it’s sore, darlin’.” He whispers softly between kisses, “If it’s too much..”

One of his strong arms comes to wrap around your waist from underneath, lifting you off of the bed so you’re arching a little against him, hands gripping the sides of his face. “Mmm.. promise.”

His eyes meet your glassy ones as he holds you in his arms, holding you in that arched position as he grips your hip with one hand, kissing you softly before angling himself against your core, “Jus’ a little pressin’ darlin’..” He murmurs softly, looking down at where he’s pressed against you, “Don’t wanna dive straight in there, okay?”

“Okay.. okay.” You nod up at him eagerly, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his strong lower back as he holds you tight to his chest.

In a way, it’s like you’re a virgin again, his mind flashing back to that fateful night when you were sixteen and seventeen, friends with insane sexual tension and after a particularly wild party you’d hooked up.. 4 years later and you’re married with a baby girl, another one on the way.

His eyes keep looking at your face, he’s watching so closely for any sign of pain or hesitation, but all he sees is that look in your eyes, that one that’s so full of love and the need for him.

He feels the way your heels dig into him, and he presses kisses down the column of your neck, “You’re such a good girl.. look at me.” He murmurs quietly, “I want you lookin’ at me.”

His thumb and ring finger hook under your chin to tilt her head up so your eyes can meet his above you, eyes teary and cheeks pink, mirroring his own expression. “I will.” You whisper, voice catching a little with emotion, voice raspy and so sweet.

He presses another kiss to the corner of your eye, licking away a tear, all softly and gentle. The whole world seems to melt away, there’ s nothing but each other and the feeling of him against your core, his thumb stroking over the softness of your hips, “That hurtin’?” He murmurs against your skin, “Just tell me if it’s good for you, angel..”

“S’ okay.” You whisper, licking over your lips when he pulls away from her neck to stroke his calloused thumb over your cheek, swiping away another tear. He hasn’t even started pushing in yet, tip caught on your entrance as he waits for you to tell him you’re ready.

“You sure? Just tell me if it hurts, okay?” He whispers, the hand not cupping your face holding tightly on to your hip, holding your body to his as he ever so slowly presses forward, eyes fixed on your face, “I love ya..”

“I love you.” You sob softly, arms tight around his neck as he continues to slowly inch further and further inside. Your fingers trace soft circles against the back of his neck, feeling the tattoo of his baby girl’s name there, Quinn.

“You’re doin’ beautiful, honey girl..” He’s kissing at your skin as his hips press forward a little deeper, taking you inch by inch, “Still okay?”

His arms are strong, carrying the weight of your body as he moves his lips to your mouth, kissing softly at your lips, he loves when your hands wrap around his neck, when your skin is so close to his.

“Mhm..” You hum softly into the warm skin of his neck, and he feels you draw a heart on the back of his neck, over the tattooed name. He doesn’t know if you even realises you’re doing it. “S’ stingin’.. only a little though, I can take it, J.”

“I know you can take it..” He murmurs back, nipping softly at the skin beneath your jaw, “You’re doin’ so good.. you’re my good girl, huh?”

He’s presses himself all the way in, completely enveloped by the soft of you as he holds himself there a moment. His eyes are dark and fixed on yours, every so often his eyes flicker down to your lips before snapping right back to your eyes.

Her hair splays around her head like a halo would on an angel, eyes blissfully closed as she breathes through the dull sting, wet lips parted as soft breaths leave them. “S’ it.. ‘s it in all the way?”

“Yeah.. it’s all in now, baby..” He whispers softly, hands holding you against him, “Just waitin’ til you tell me you’re good to go..”

His eyes stay on your face, watching the way your expression changes so slightly, watching for any hint of pain, his hands rubbing and squeezing softly at the flesh of your thighs, “You look so goddamn beautiful..”

“Not yet.. don’t g’ yet.” You hiccup softly, legs locking a little tighter around him, he feels the way you’re practically trying to push him out, obviously not intentionally but it makes his heart hurt a little at the pain you must be feeling.

He looks into your eyes and sees the pain, his own eyes a little watery because he wishes he could take it from you, take every bit of it and throw it far away forever. “I need you to relax for me darlin’..” He whispers softly, one hand coming to softly knead at your hip, “That’s all I need from you.. jus’ relax..”

He murmurs softly, softly pressing his lips to your forehead, “Can you do that for me, angel? You’ve been doin’ so damn good..”

You nod tearfully, letting out a soft sniffle and he’s already reading your mind as his free hand snakes down between them to thumb skillfully at your bundle of nerves, hoping to relax your grip on him a little, and also help you forget about the pain.

“Yeah.. that’s it, honey girl.. just relax..” He whispers softly, thumb rubbing in slow circles on your clit. One of his hands moves up from your hip to wipe away a few stray tears on your cheeks, “I love you..”

He keeps his touch on your core gentle, his movements slow and even as he looks at you, watching every little micro expression on your face, all in an effort to not hurt you further than you’re already hurting.

“Love you..” You choke out softly, heels digging into his lower back again as your thighs shake softly, the pain and pleasure making your head a little fuzzy. Then you whisper, voice all raspy and kind despite the pain. “Y’ can move, J.”

His hand moves to cup your face, thumb stroking gently over your cheek as he dips to capture your mouth in a soft kiss. His tongue presses against your lip, and you let him in like it’s second nature.

He starts to slowly move his hips, the movement short and small. He’s taking it slow, careful to listen to the noises you make and the way your expression changes. “Lemme know if it hurts..” He murmurs against your soft, parted lips, the words almost lost in your combined mouths.

You whine softly against his lips, legs tightening around him and your nails dig into his strong back, he’s not taking notice though. He moves his sweet kisses to the corner of your mouth and across your teary cheeks, moving inch by inch slowly, thumb not relenting against her little button.

He’s moving so gently, hands holding you so soft, his lips trailing across your face, whispering in soft praises; how beautiful you look like this, how pretty you’ve been, how good you taste. He wants to worship you with every movement of his body, every press of his hands, he wants to show you that everything he’s got belongs to you and only you.

Your thighs grip around his hips, soft whimpers fall from your bitten lips, and his eyes are all over your face. He’s got one hand on your hip, keeping rhythm, the other moving to grip your thigh. “How’s it feelin’ baby? Talk t’ me..”

You let out a shaky little breath, arms unlocking a little from around his neck and your head meets the pillow again, his hips slow down a little as he looks down at you, jaw clenching to stop himself from coming undone at the sight of his baby.

“S’ good..” You whisper, sniffling softly a little snot bubbles on your top lip, he’s quick to swipe it away with the thumb that’s not thumbing at your bundle of nerves, then moves to cup the side of your face, skim clammy n’ pinkened against his hand. “I love you.”

He’s looking down at you like you’re the only goddamn thing on the whole planet and not a single soul could change that. “I love you too..” He whispers softly, his eyes never wavering. “So damn much..”

He’s moving deeper now, taking you at a deeper angle but still so, so careful to take it slow. His hand cups the side of your face and his thumb is stroking gently, lovingly at your flushed skin. His touch is so gentle all over, you don’t think you’ve ever felt more loved.

You let out a soft little moan against his neck when he adjusts your hips effortlessly, knowing your body like the back of his hand, and he nudges that spongy spot that has your legs shaking a little harder where they wrap around his hips. “JJ..” You breathe, voice shaky against his skin.

“I got you..” He whispers softly against your neck, pressing soft kisses to the hollow of your throat, the underside of your jaw, the sensitive skin there, the soft flesh of your shoulders, anything he can get to. “I got you..”

His hands on your hip keep you steady, and when he shifts slightly again, the low moan you let out has him pressing his lips just below your ear. “There it is..”

You watches the ripple of the muscle in his shoulders, broad and so strong as he grins against your neck at the soft sound. Your tummy twists at that and you clench involuntarily around him again. “Uh-huh..” You whine softly, eyelids fluttering shut again, too overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“Yeah? There it is, huh baby?” He presses another kiss to the sensitive skin of your neck, fingers giving your hip a little squeeze.

You clench again, and he taps softly at your cheek and without even realising your eyes have fluttered open per his wordless request. “Yeah..”You whisper, voice all raspy and blissed out as you look up at him.

“Keep your eyes on me, yeah?” He whispers, fingers tracing softly over your jaw, “Lemme see ya..”

His own eyes are dark, the look of them almost feral with something deep and something primal. It’s the kind of look that is more than love, more than lust. It’s something you’ll never find with anyone else, no matter how hard you look. You’re it for him and everyone can see it from the look in his eyes. He’s obsessed, and he isn’t ashamed to admit it to himself.

“Okay.” You whisper tearfully, watchin’ him through dark, wet lashes, bottom lip trembling sweetly. “So full..” You whisper, head falling back against the pillow again, eyes fluttering shut as he keeps up his gentle rhythm. It’s almost laughable the way you completely disregard his soft order, so overwhelmed.

His eyes watch you, every twitch of your expression, and when your eyes flutter shut he gives your hip a little squeeze, his other hand gently moving to grip your chin, “Look at me…” He murmurs, voice a little firmer than before, “Don’t shut your eyes on me baby.. I want you to keep lookin’ at me, okay?”

“M’ tryin’..” You whisper, eyes fluttering open, immediately whining softly at the absence of his thumb to your bundle of nerves. He knows your body better than anything, and he knows his girl can only come from stimulation to that little button. He feels a little bad now.

“I know you are, baby..” He whispers, “Jus’ keep your eyes on me..”

His hand moves again, thumb pressing gently to your bundle of nerves as he watches your expression change the moment he does, eyes flicking between your face and the place his finger is touching. “There ya go..”

He presses a little harder now, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. Exactly. He’s done it so many times he could do it with his eyes closed.

He throbs at the sight of that, the soft mewl that leaves her lips and the way she arches against his chest, he takes that opportunity to grab one of the purple velvet throw pillows and slide it under her hips to keep her at that perfect angle.

He’s watching you now, like a hawk, every muscle in his body so tense with the need to keep control of himself, wanting to make you fall apart before he does. “That’s it..” He murmurs softly, his hand moving to press against your tummy soft and light, “Just keep lookin at me, honey girl..”

He’s aware of the baby growing inside, only 4 months along as of now. He strokes softly over the skin and places a soft kiss to it. “Gon’ come, Jayj.” You whine softly, hands coming up to grip at his shoulders again.

“I know you are..” He murmurs into your skin, eyes fixed on your face, “Such a good girl.. so damn good…” He rubs at your bundle of nerves a little harder now, knowing what you need from him, knowing he’s on the right track, “Lemme see it baby girl.”

“S’ comin!” You whine, tears brimming in your eyes as you clamps down real right, distracting yourself with pressing your lips to a pink-ish scar on his peck. One that’s hard to talk about, because it’s from his dad.

His breath shudders against your skin at the feeling of your mouth on his scar, he’d never mention it to you, but it’s his favourite thing when you kiss him there, it makes his heart all warm and fuzzy, and he holds you just a little tighter. “That’s it.. go on.. I got you..”

He keeps rubbing gently over your clit, his own body trembling a little as he tries to keep control, your little mews being his undoing.

You feel his warmth fill you as he finishes with a groan, smaller legs trembling around him as you follow immediately after, spasming around him as you whines into his neck, like an injured little animal with those soft whimper and mewls.

Your fingernails dig in, one to his strong back and the other to his large bicep, the muscle tensing under her touch.

His big body tenses against you as he lets his weight drop to his forearms, his arms either side of your head, face against your neck, eyes closed. “Jesus Christ….” He whispers softly, “That was… baby..”

He takes a few deep breaths, trying to regain his brain function as he presses soft kisses to your neck and jawline, his hand coming up to softly stroke over your hip, your thigh. “You doin’ okay?..”

He feels you clench softly at the sound of his incoherent praise, brain all jumbled and peaceful but he’s still making sure you’re okay, because you’re the smaller one, and he knows orgasms effect you differently every time, some good, some bad, so he’s always there.

Your eyes are still closed, lips parted as you pant softly into the warm air of the bedroom, letting out a raspy, broken. “Uh-huh..”

He presses a single kiss to your sweat covered forehead, nuzzling his nose in softly, “Yeah?.. You sure? You’re not hurtin’ anywhere?” He’s concerned, checking in with you is second nature to him, and he’s gotta make sure he didn’t hurt you or anything, just in case, he needs to know.

He’s so goddamn gentle, and it kills you how he treats you with care and caution, always so goddamn careful with you because you’re delicate like a baby bird.

“No, ‘s okay.” You whisper, sniffling softly and he pressed another soft kiss to your closed eyelid. He knows he’s gotta check between your legs when he pulls out, something the doctor had warned him about after you’d had your baby a little over a year and a half ago, that up to two years after birth you could still be tender, and stitches could re-open, excetera.

He’s gentle and careful when he pulls himself out of you, his eyes dark as he looks down between your thighs where he’d been just moments ago, not that he hadn’t seen the place a million times before, but it’s always so goddamn beautiful to him. He gently spreads your legs a little, shifting to get a closer look, but from what he can tell it all seems okay.

Although a little deflated from the absence of him inside you, filling you up, you let him part your legs softly, watching the way his spend dribbles out of you, almost mesmerised and distracted from his task of checking you for any soreness.

He’s gentle, soft and loving as he presses a thumb over your core, pressing against your sore little bundle of nerves softly because he’s a goddamn tease, “Looks as though ‘n’s okay, you’re not bleedin’, but you’re a little swollen. Should go down in the mornin’.”

His fingers slowly push the mess dribbling from you back into you, eyes still dark as he looks up at you again, “You feel okay? You in any pain? Stingin’ or anythin’?”

You clench tight as he pushes it back inside your sore entrance, mewling softly. “No, everythin’ feels okay.” You murmur, eyes fluttering open as you watch him between your legs, forearm thrown over your sweaty forehead.

He pulls his hand away, gently running it up the length of your leg and over the softness of your tummy, leaning to press a soft kiss to the warm skin. “You sure?” He asks again, looking at you through dark eyelashes, and you know the man still wants reassurance, and you don’t mind obliging.

He pulls himself back up to lay above you, his big body encasing your smaller frame, fingers tracing over your hip bone as he looks into your eyes, “Didn’t hurt you, yeah?”

“I promise y’ didn’t.” You whisper, breathing softly as he rests his cheek comfortably against your thick upper thigh. He dots soft kisses along the underside of your slowly growing belly, running a big, warm, calloused hand over the soft skin.

“Gonna be the sexiest momma ‘round… f’ the second time..”

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cei1ne · 7 months ago

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—How the MHA men would react to you wiping their kiss as a a prank!

დ”*•.Summary:

Reaction of male My hero academia character of you wiped their kiss after they had kissed your lips

◌⑅⃝♡⋆Pairing:

Bakugou Katsuki ; Denki Kaminari ; Kirishima Eijirou ; Sero Hanta ; Shoto Todoroki

✩•̩̩͙*˚Tags: Fluff, funny, prank, loving, married life, aged up, kissing

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰Wordcount: 1.3k

❧◦°˚A/N:

I hope I included the very important sexy men ‌and maybe I’ll do a part two but I’m not very famous right now but I think I will but also please don’t forget this is one of my first ‘story’? And English isn’t my first language! Ily guys!

Pt. 2. Masterlist

ᰔ ᩚ| Bakugou Katsuki (After he comes home from work)

The front door slammed, signaling Katsuki’s return from work. His heavy boots thudded against the floor as he dropped his bag and ran a hand through his messy hair. His usual scowl was deeper than usual—clearly, it had been one of those days. You greeted him with a soft smile, moving closer to help him shed his jacket.

“Tch, don’t bother,” he grumbled, but his tone lacked its usual bite.

“Well, hello to you too,” you teased, standing on your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. He froze for a second, tension bleeding out of his shoulders as he leaned into the kiss. It was sweet, rare, and enough to make his bad day feel distant. But the moment he pulled back, you wiped your mouth with an exaggerated grimace.

“Ugh,” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear. “Tastes like explosions.”

His crimson eyes narrowed, and his brow twitched. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?!”

“I don’t know,” you said with a casual shrug. “It’s like… smoky. A little bitter, maybe.”

His mouth opened as if to yell, but then he stopped, his expression shifting from irritation to disbelief. “Are you messing with me right now?”

You tried to keep a straight face, but the smirk tugging at your lips gave you away. “Maybe.”

Katsuki groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re a real pain, you know that?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be so sensitive!” you teased, poking his chest. “You’re not mad, are you?”

He scoffed, but the tips of his ears turned red. “Mad? Tch. Please. I don’t care.”

But as he turned away, you caught him muttering, “Next time, I’m making you taste like explosions.”

ঞ| Denki Kaminari (After he gives you a gift)

Denki burst into the room, grinning from ear to ear as he held a small, brightly wrapped box. “Guess what I got you!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing in place.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. “Hmm, is it a puppy?”

“Better,” he said with a wink, handing you the box. Inside was a handmade bracelet, colorful and slightly mismatched, with beads spelling out your name and his. It was endearing and so Denki.

“Aw, Denki! It’s adorable,” you said, slipping it onto your wrist. “Thank you!”

Unable to contain your excitement, you leaned in and kissed him. He melted instantly, his cheeks glowing pink. But as soon as you pulled back, you wiped your mouth with an exaggerated motion.

His face fell immediately. “Wait… what was that?”

“Just… something tasted off,” you said, feigning confusion.

His eyes widened in horror. “Off?! Like, bad? Oh no, am I a bad kisser?!”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing as he started pacing, mumbling to himself. “Maybe I need to brush my teeth more. Or chew mint gum before—”

“Kaminari, relax,” you interrupted, unable to hold it in anymore. “I’m joking.”

He froze mid-step, blinking at you. “Joking? You mean… I don’t taste bad?”

“Of course not! You’re fine, idiot.”

Relief washed over his face, followed by a mischievous grin. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.”

Before you could react, he tackled you onto the couch, peppering your face with kisses. “Let’s see if you wipe these off too!”

ஐ| Kirishima Eijirou (While working out together)

The gym echoed with the sound of weights clinking and Kirishima’s encouraging voice. “C’mon, just one more set! You’ve got this!”

You groaned, your arms trembling as you completed the last rep. “Done!” you announced, dropping the weights and collapsing onto the bench.

Kirishima laughed, offering you a water bottle. “Good work, babe. You’re getting stronger every day.”

“Thanks, coach,” you teased, taking a long sip. He leaned in, his red hair falling slightly over his eyes, and kissed you. It was quick and sweet, but as soon as he pulled away, you wiped your mouth with an exaggerated grimace.

His smile faltered. “Uh… what’s wrong?”

“Just… sweaty,” you said, wrinkling your nose.

His face turned red, and not from exertion. “Wait, I’m sweaty?!”

“Yeah, kinda gross,” you added, biting back a laugh.

For a moment, he looked genuinely hurt, his hand subconsciously touching his lips. “I—I didn’t think I was that bad…”

Unable to take it any longer, you burst out laughing. “Eijirou, I’m kidding! You’re fine.”

Realization dawned on his face, and he broke into a wide grin. “Oh, so that’s how it is, huh?”

Before you could escape, he grabbed you, pulling you into a bear hug. “If I’m sweaty, you’re gonna be too!”

“No, Eijirou, stop!” you laughed, squirming in his arms. But he just held you tighter, his laughter joining yours.

❦| Sero Hanta (While watching a movie)

You and Sero were sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by snacks and watching a cheesy rom-com he insisted on. His arm was casually draped over your shoulders, and every so often, he’d glance at you to check if you were enjoying the film. As the leads leaned in for a dramatic kiss on screen, Sero smirked and turned to you.

“Bet you didn’t know I can do it better,” he teased, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. It was sweet and unhurried, his grin lingering even as he pulled back.

You wiped your mouth dramatically with the back of your hand, scrunching your face. “Ugh.”

Sero blinked, confused. “Uh… what was that?”

“Just… felt sticky. Like tape residue or something,” you said, fighting the urge to laugh.

His jaw dropped, and he let out an exaggerated gasp. “Oh, no you didn’t. Are you saying I kiss like tape?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe.”

He stared at you for a moment before his lips curved into a mischievous grin. “Okay, you’re asking for it now.”

Before you could react, he launched himself at you, pinning you down on the couch and peppering your face with kisses. “Let’s see if you can wipe all these off, huh?”

“Stop! Hanta!” you laughed, squirming beneath him, but he only laughed harder.

Shoto Todoroki (During a quiet moment in the garden)

The garden was peaceful, the air filled with the soft scent of flowers and the warmth of the sun. Shoto sat beside you on the bench, his mismatched eyes fixed on the petals of a nearby bloom. You loved moments like this, where his normally stoic demeanor softened into something tender.

“Thanks for bringing me out here,” you said, leaning in to kiss him gently. He returned it, his lips cool against yours, and for a moment, the world seemed still.

But as soon as you pulled back, you wiped your mouth with an exaggerated frown.

His brows furrowed slightly. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Mm, kind of tastes… icy,” you said, smirking. “Like kissing a popsicle.”

He blinked, his face expressionless, but you could see the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips. “You knew I was cold, and you kissed me anyway. Complaining now seems counterproductive.”

You burst out laughing, and his smirk became more evident. “You’re such a troll,” you teased.

“I’m simply stating the facts,” he replied, but there was a rare glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Next time, I’ll use the hot side.”

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43qh · 3 months ago

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busy woman (m)

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: unprotected, p in v, (not my best work)

word count: 2.3k

summary: you’re considerably a busy woman, racing to be the best figure skater in town. no time for men, except one.

you sigh, legs sore and body aching. you’re out of breath, sitting in your locker room with sweat dripping down your face. you felt icky, aching for a shower. your legs would have given out on you if you continued any more than you already have. you’re looking for championship winner and you won’t settle for less this year. being a favored local figure skater carried stress on your shoulders, but you hated disappointment. you pushed yourself like no other.

when you finished showering and getting dressed, you grabbed your things and stuffed them in your bag. you sighed, checking your phone and noticing the notifications that sit patiently waiting for a reply. you hum to yourself.

as a grown woman, you knew you had needs. you considered his offer to come over, and figured it would be unethical to even reject. you smile to yourself as you reply back to the man’s messages, indicating that you’re on the way. it was late, but you knew he was awake waiting for you anyway.

you breathed in the cold air, wind blowing as you hopped into the uber. you were eager, unable to contain your excitement. it had felt like centuries since you last saw quinn. your legs ached, but you pushed it aside as you gave the uber a thanks and sizable tip. you trudged your way to his penthouse, licking your lips as you knocked on his door.

when he opens the door, he’s in a towel. just a towel.

you smile, pushing yourself in and connecting your lips to his. he smiles back into the kiss, hands gripping your waist with desperation. your hands are threaded through his wet hair, causing a soft groan to leave his throat. you love the way he sounds. you both hear the way your bag drops on the floor but pay no mind to it. there were more important things to attend.

you sigh as he pulls and tugs at your clothes, taking in the sight of you. “so beautiful.”

you smile, kissing him softly this time. he relishes the moment, melting into the palm of your hand. you tug at the only thing between the both of you; his towel. he groans when you grab a hold of his cock, slowly stroking him in the same way you’re kissing him.

he’s starting to become a desperate mess, his eyebrows furrowing as he pulls away from you. “bedroom.”

you follow his order, racing him there. he chuckles at the way you prance into the room. when he enters in after you, he can’t help but admire your beauty, sprawled all over his bed and waiting patiently just for him.

he makes quick work to get on top of you, kissing you again. “inside, quinn.”

“hm?” he pretends not to hear you.

you sigh as you pull away, looking him in the eyes, “i need you inside me, quinn.”

he sighs, a jagged breath almost knocking the wind out of him. he can’t stop himself from giving you exactly what you need, slowly sliding himself into your wet folds. he shudders at the feeling, noticing the way your nails dig into his shoulders and back.

he pauses, “so tight.”

you hum, nodding your head as he starts to move in and out. you could hear just how wet you were for him. no other man could get this type of reaction out of you, and he knew that. the boost of confidence he gains at the thought makes him move faster, hips thrusting at a desperate notion but also in rhythm.

he sighs at the way you tighten around him, “love this, so much.”

“me too,” you gasp when he hits a spot inside you.

it feels like heaven. the way his cock reaches deep inside you, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that causes moans to fall freely from your mouth. his name escapes your lips several times, making him twitch inside of you.

“you really know how to make a man cum quick, huh?” he groans in your ear.

you whine, trying to find a response but being unable to as he quickens his pace. it feels so good, your brain turning into fog. you couldn’t think straight even if you tried. the both of you were chasing release, moans filling the room.

when quinn hits that particular spot inside you a little harder than the rest of his thrusts, you let out a gasp as your pussy contracts around him. when he feels you cum around him, he can’t stop himself from following suit. he feels as if he’s on cloud nine, gasping for air as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“so good.” quinn murmurs.

you nod in agreement, smiling to yourself.

jumps, spins, ice being pierced below you.

this was where you belonged. you felt how cold it was, but the heat of your body made it easier. you always stayed past what your coach suggested, always getting a worried look in her eyes when she left for the evening. you couldn’t say you would want it any other way, though. this was truly your calling.

you move so elegantly, deciding to take a break from routine to just skate around. you can feel yourself sniffling, but your only response was to smile. you worked all your life to be where you are now, and you couldn’t see yourself elsewhere.

you slide against the ice with ease, stopping when you hear someone clear their throat. you look around for the source, eyes falling onto a beautiful and familiar pair.

“stalking now?” you tilt your head, skating to the edge of where he is. the ice rink wasn’t exceptionally huge, but it was somewhere you considered home.

quinn laughs to himself, shaking his head, “no, just admiring.”

“how long?” you question, hands gripping the outline of the rink.

he can only grin at you, “long enough.”

you hum, looking at him with suspicious eyes. he eyes you and licks his lips. you could feel the way he was effecting you down to the core. his eyes were slightly dilated, looking at you with a certain type of greed.

“what brings you here?” you tilt your head, shifting on your skates a bit.

he shrugs a bit, “wanted to see you.”

you can feel the twinge in your stomach at the confession. he was making this a lot harder than it had to be. you considered yourself busy, extremely hard working and never distracted. but when it came to quinn hughes, somehow you were a completely different person. it made you ache in almost a good way.

“hm,” you hum. you weren’t sure what to say to him. his very forward actions made your body react in a way you weren’t used to. you probably should have been though, considering you were only growing closer and closer to quinn.

you pause in silence before saying something, “if that’s all, i have practicing to do.”

quinn has a half smirk on his face, “don’t mind me.”

his nonchalant attitude made you scoff. “i like being alone.”

“oh?” he raises an eyebrow, “i don’t think that’s true, considering you were just in my bed.”

you scowl, “i wouldn’t let you just come around any time you like, you know.”

you were strict. quinn knew this. he knew how much you valued being a figure skater, just as much as he valued being a hockey player. that didn’t mean he didn’t have time for you, and vice versa. he just wanted you to see that you could make time outside of your perfectionist mindset.

quinn sighs, tucking his hands into his pockets, “i’m aware. doesn’t mean you can’t have fun, though.”

fun. right.

you felt a pinch in your chest at the word ‘fun’. you weren’t exactly sure why.

“right.” you snarl at him, and he furrows his eyebrows. did he say something wrong?

he must have, because next thing he knew, you were waving him off with no regard and continuing practice.

quinn decided it was best to give you your space as he walked out the rink. you skate around for a bit before realizing just how much quinn has drained out of you and leaving to change shortly after his departure.

you’re a busy woman. who was he to pop up like that and rattle your brain?

you sigh, sitting on your designated bench. your mind felt a bit more out of place than usual. you were so used to being focused and now quinn has made his spot in your mind. you huff out of frustration, hearing the way your phone buzzes in rhythm.

"you're getting clingy." you answer the phone as you hear a rough laugh, almost like he's out of breath.

"can't help it." you can hear the smile in his voice.

you hum, "like me that much, hughes?"

"yeah," he breathes over the phone. the confession makes your stomach flip, straightening in your seat.

"what?" your voice was barely above a whisper. the thought of quinn hughes developing feelings for you has your whole body tingling. his voice alone was like music to your ears, but his confession made it all the better.

"your confidence faltering, hm?" you can hear the smirk, cockiness dripping from his voice.

you sigh, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "never. you know this."

and he did. quinn hughes knew you best, whether either one of you wanted to admit it or not. this 'relationship' has gone on for longer than it should have. you were just friends for years before finally kissing and giving in just about four months ago. you didn't expect so much to come out of this, but a lot did.

"thought so." he replies after a few moments. you can hear shuffling on the other end.

you shift in your spot on your bench, "i'll see you tonight, quinn."

quinn can't stop the way he licks his lips, "can't wait, love."

you squirm in your seat at the nickname. you say a quick goodbye with a warm body, your body reacting to quinn in ways you weren't always used to.

focus.

you sigh, collecting your things and heading straight to quinn's place.

there was something different.

something different in the way he was kissing you. something different in the way he was holding you. something different in the way he was speaking to you.

you huffed, pulling away from his soft kiss. his hands rested respectfully on your hips, rubbing circles with his thumb underneath your shirt. you felt shivers down your spine at the action. his eyes were blown out, but he looked at you with a smile.

you wanted to panic at the way he made you feel, but you knew there was no reason to. if quinn wanted your love, he would get all of it. he would just have to say the word and you were all his.

“you’re so beautiful.” quinn’s words had your body lighting on fire. you could feel the warmth within you.

“you’re so handsome.” your reserved walls were coming down, and quinn couldn’t have been more grateful.

his smile grew, “yeah?”

you roll your eyes, “don’t ruin it.”

quinn softly kisses you again, his touch gentle and full of care. it was nothing you had felt before from anyone. you felt safe and at ease with him. you were willing to give your all to him if he asked.

he pulls away, kissing along your jaw and whispering in your ear, “would never dream of it.”

you sigh, closing your eyes and leaning into his hold. he smiles to himself as he feels all tension fall from your shoulders. he could have you like this forever if you would allow him. he wasn’t sure where he stood with you, but there was no reason for him not to try.

you’re sensible. responsible.

but the second quinn hughes has his hands on you, all thoughts are thrown out the window.

this captain has you wrapped around his finger.

domestic.

you felt so.. domestic.

ever since that soft night with quinn, he has not disappointed you once. he shows up with flowers every now and then, spoiling you in kisses and cuddles. he never expected things to go further than that. it was making you confused, but you can’t say you were complaining.

until now.

you cross your arms, “if you want something with me, you better say it.”

quinn looks up from his phone from his couch as you waltz into the living room. he has a confused expression, “i- what?”

“i’m a busy woman,” you scoff, “i don’t have time to play games anymore. you either keep this casual, or you become serious with me.”

quinn wants to bite back a smile. it was proving hard because your pout was just so cute to him. quinn had never been more sure in his life before now.

“i want to take you seriously,” he starts, getting up from his couch to approach you, “i thought it was obvious?”

you roll your eyes, unwrapping your arms, “flowers and cuddles are appreciated, yes. but i need words, too.”

he loved how straightforward you were.

“yes, ma’am.” he leans down to kiss you softly, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck while his go around your waist. “i want you. not just sexually, but romantically. i need you to be my girlfriend.”

“that’s not asking,” you whisper in a teasing voice.

quinn pouts back, “will you be my girlfriend?”

you smile, “glad you finally asked.”

you pull his face into yours, kissing him with more force. he hums into the kiss, feeling the way your fingers tangle into his hair. he feels special to be the one you are choosing.

“don’t make me regret this,” you sigh between kisses, “you’re lucky.”

quinn nods in agreement, “i agree.” you chuckle as he kisses your cheek, “i will cherish you.”

“good.”

in the end, quinn kept his word. he never once disappointed you. he made sure to always make you feel special. and, as expected, he felt just as special.

months later and you both find yourself skating together. you try to teach him a few tricks, but he only makes a small fool of himself.

you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Birthday Boy

Happy Birthday to my love, my angel, my sweetheart, my sunshine, my FAVOURITE ACTOR IN THE WORLD Pedro Pascal. I love you <3

Contains: mentions of pregnancy, smut, grinding, p in v, unprotected sex, riding, sub!Pedro, reader and Pedro being down bad for each other, slightly soft dom reader, pet names like honey and baby, praise, kissing, dirty talk, fluff

Wordcount: 3,618

Masterlist

"Shh, he's coming," you whispered gesturing your friends to crouch so Pedro wouldn't see them once he entered the house.

You heard someone giggling behind you and were just about to hush them again but then everything went silent and you exhaled with relief, your heart pounding in your heart with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

The next thing you heard was the key being turned in the lock and you had to bite down on your hand to surpress a giggle.

"Honey, I'm home," Pedro shouted as he dropped a bag to the ground.

You had sent him out of the house with the pretence that you urgently needed carrots for his birthday dinner tonight and Pedro immediately had complied.

"Y/n? Are you upstairs?"

Your mind was racing praying that he would search the rooms in the groundfloor first and as if you wore a lucky charm today you heard the door to the living room swing open along with the sound of his steps which was your sign to jump to your feet.

"SURPRISE!" you shouted being closely followed by your friends who all threw their hands in the air.

Your eyes were on Pedro though who broke into laughter repeatedly shaking his head while all of you started to sing happy birthday. He ran his hand over the lower half of his face at the last note rolling his eyes but he was unable to surpress the wide smirk making his whole face glow. Then he stretched out his arms to you which gave you the sign to climb over the couch you had hid behind to jump into his arms.

"Jesus christ…," he chuckled burying his face into your hair. "I can't believe you threw a surprise party for me. Thank you so much, baby."

Your fingers combed through the curly hair in his neck swinging him back and forth but then pulled back soon so his friends could greet him as well. It was a delighting and beautiful mess with everyone talking and chattering, Pedro exchanging countless hugs and when you felt that the noise had died down you clapped in your hands.

"I hope you are all hungry because I prepared a lot of food! You can sit wherever you want to and please eat and drink as much as you want to."

The people already started to talk again which was quite convenient for you who wasn't a fan of speaking in front of crowds and you welcomed Pedro's arms around your waist with pleasure.

"Oh baby, how did I deserve you… You're the best and I mean it. Thank you so much for this."

You turned your head to look at him smiling as he trailed his nose up your back coming to a stop between your shoulder blades.

"You're welcome. I hope we didn't overwhelm you?"

"You did, but in the best way," Pedro laughed but then got serious. "Don't worry, I love it so much. I can't believe Lux is here as well."

Your hands grasped his that was still splayed across your stomach which made your heart beat faster. There were a few more surprises waiting for him tonight after all.

"She was one of the first people I invited," you said trying to hide your nervousness and snuggling up against his chest. "And she immediately promised to come."

"I just wish I had dressed better this morning," Pedro said referring to his simple outfit consisting of jeans and a grey hoodie.

"You look perfect," you assured him pressing a kiss to his arm wrapped around you and smiling up to him. "But if you feel uncomfortable you can go change. Even though I love those jeans on you. Makes your ass look sexy," you whispered winking with your left eye and laughing when Pedro swang you around holding you by your waist while he captured your lips in a hard kiss in order to silence you.

"I bet you do," he mumbled against your lips, the both of you getting lost in the addicting taste of the other person.

Pedro suckled and nibbled at your bottom lip in a way that was not appropriate for a party who had your closest friends and family as guests but in this moment neither of you gave a thought go them, solely focused on savouring each contact of your bodies.

That was until someone cleared their throat behind Pedro and the two of you pulled away blinking as you perceived your surroundings, including Oscar, one of your husband's closest friends who stood right next to him, his hands resting on his hips in a disapproving manner.

"Dude, I can't believe you're cheating on me after all those years," he scoffed pretending to sulk and crossing his arms on front of his chest.

"I could never," Pedro sighed reaching for his friend's hand but he slapped the back of it and turned his head to another direction avoiding his gaze.

"You just did. Get a room at least, you little slut."

That was the moment when the two of them broke into laughter and Oscar pulled him in for a firm hug.

"Happy birthday, my dearest," he said and you had to smirk at their names for each other.

"Thank you. Honestly. I'm so glad that all of you are here."

You watched Pedro with a smile that seemed to be glued to your face and just didn't seem to vanish, no matter what. He kept you close to him at all times, arm wrapped around either your waist or your shoulders and he didn't waste an opportunity to steal a kiss from you while strolling around to receive his friends' congratulations.

All of it was a dream, but the kind of dream that you didn't want to wake up from. If you wanted to define happiness you would probably use this very moment, you thought while nudging your nose against his side which Pedro reacted to by kissing the top of your head.

Time passed way too quickly for your taste and soon you felt that it was time to deliver the second surprise for the night which was one that would probably knock him off his feet even more. Obviously you wanted to do it in private though and so at around 7 pm you softly squeezed Pedro's hand to get his attention and then stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"Can we speak for a moment in private? There's something I have to talk to you about."

A brief sign of concern appeared on his face so you made the nervousness on your face fade away, replacing it with a soft smile.

"Don't worry. It's nothing bad. It's absolutely not bad."

He narrowed his eyes, a questioning look marking his face but before he could dig deeper you pulled him with you inside the house. You thought that your bedroom was fit for a conversation like this and therefore guided your husband up the stairs and through the first door to your left.

"I'm confused," Pedro said once you had closed the door behind him but you shook your head quietly giggling.

"Just sit down."

He followed your request taking a seat on the bed and then expectantly watched you surpress a mischievous smirk.

"Pedro," you whispered, your voice being light and soft like the brush of a feather.

"Yes, baby," he answered equally quiet forming his lips into a thoughtful pout when you took his hands.

"Are you about to tell me that you wanna leave me or – " "Just shut up," you laughed carefully kicking him with your feet, your heart beating so fast in your chest you believed that he heard it as well.

Your mouth was dry, your cheeks probably covered with a burning red and your pores relentlessly producing drops of sweat.

"Pedro," you said again and this time he just nodded, his gaze lingering at your eyes.

"I'm pregnant," you said with a voice a lot clearer than you had imagined and felt a heavy weight dropped off your heart.

At first, there was a cutting silence. It was as though the words hadn't even left your mouth because Pedro looked at you the very same way. But then there it was; his lips parting, his eyes getting round and a heavy breath out of his mouth.

"What," he whispered so light and airy that you could barely hear him.

Your teary eyes fluttered, lips pressing together as you tried to surpress a cry but you nodded over and over again like you were promising him something. And then your bodies crashed against each other because Pedro had rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around you holding you to his chest like he intended to make you melt with him.

Tears fell to your shoulders and necks and neither of you knew who cried them but it didn't matter, you just clung to each other in a desperate attempt to control those overwhelming emotions leaking from your tight chests. The butterflies in your stomach were awake now, swirling and twirling in your body and almost making you feel dizzy as your shaky limbs threatened to give in but fortunately Pedro held you up, his cheek pressed to your forehead.

"I-I… I love you, y/n, I love you so fucking much."

You didn't even manage to answer him so all you did was nod and focus on your rapid breathing as your husband slowly swayed you in his arms, both of your bodies uncontrollably trembling with joy.

"A-Are you… sure?" he then asked and you laughed out grabbing the side of his neck with your sweaty hands.

"Yes. I did three tests because I wanted to make sure."

Pedro sniffed with his scrunched-up nose gently patting your head like he couldn't believe all of this was true.

"We… We're going to be parents."

"Yes," you giggled jumping up and down and then kissing him again transferring all these emotions to him which he received and then gave back to you. Warmth spread in your belly when Pedro's large hand traveled to your lower belly, carefully stroking you through the fabric of your shirt while his other hand held the side of your face.

"I can't believe this, y/n," he whispered, his voice thin and weak with affection. "I'm going to be a dad."

Your head dropped to his shoulder, forehead rubbing against his nape while your hands grasped his sleeves.

"Yes. And you're going to be the best."

"Are we gonna tell anyone else? Or should we wait a little longer?"

This was a question you had asked yourself many times before and you still hadn't found an answer which was why you uncertainly glanced up to him.

"I don't know. What do you think?"

Pedro's warm eyes seemed to embrace you in a firm hug making goosebumps rise on your arms and your fingertips tingle with sensation.

"It's your choice," he whispered.

"Then I think we should wait a little longer. Keep the secret to us until… I don't know."

He bit his lip, eyes glistening as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder.

"Until you feel comfortable telling everyone. Just don't worry, honey, okay? We're not pressured to do anything."

Your throat was thick with a strange mixture of infinite love and longing for him and you gulped a few times while Pedro kissed his way down your arm until his lips were pressed to the back of your hand giving every finger a special amount of attention. Then he straightened up again taking your face into both hands and examining you closely.

"You're the love of my life, baby. You're all I'm ever gonna need. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you and you can't believe how mad I am about the fact that I didn't get to meet you earlier in my life. 'Cause I feel like every second I'm not with you is a waste of time."

You couldn't help it anymore, you burst into tears, drew him towards you to nestle your face against his collarbone.

"I love you too," you mumbled not sure whether he had heard you but it didn't matter. He knew.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was around 3 hours later when you found yourselves in the very same position again, your face resting against his chest and his hands around your back.

The guests had left, the sun had set and now it was just the two of you crouching against each other and savouring every moment in each other's presence. You gently rocked both your bodies side to side hands trailing up and down his arms until you pulled away to kiss his neck and brush over his veins.

"I need you, baby," Pedro whispered sounding almost pleadingly which made your heart flutter.

"I know," was all you breathed cupping his face and then skimming his bottom lip with your thumb.

His lips were parted, hitched breaths leaving his mouth and at this point the air in the room was thin and full of tension with your hunger for each other.

"Baby," he repeated, eyes threatening to close but you weren't done teasing him yet, a crooked smile emerging on your lips.

"Shhh," you made and then leaned upwards to pull him in for a kiss. "Sit down on the bed, birthday boy," you grinned brushing over his cheek one last time before Pedro followed your demand and approached the bed.

In the meantime you took off your shirt and bra leaving you topless, his eyes darkening at the sight of your hardened nipples. The reassurance only enhanced your confidence and eagerness to play with him a little more so you crawled to sit on his lap, hands wrapping around his neck to twirl the short locks around your fingers.

"I think you deserve a little treat, honey," you purred, shockwaves running through your body when his puppy eyes softened up.

"I think you do too," he replied but gasped out when you gently rocked your core against his center.

"Shhh, baby. Just enjoy it, alright? I wanna make you feel good tonight. Just lay back and close your eyes and relax."

Pedro bit his lip attempting to speak up but you were faster, bringing a single finger to his mouth and applying light pressure.

"I said shhh. Just take it, okay?"

Before he could answer you, you kissed his mouth but quickly made your way down his body, lips tracing his veins and teeth carefully taking the fabric of his shirt between them. Faster than Pedro was able to process it, you sat between his parted legs and your fingers fumbled with his belt.

"Lift your hips," you demanded once you had opened his belt and jeans and then pulled them down his legs so you could see the prominent ouline of his dick underneath his briefs. Instead of getting to work you lowered yourself right above his center again to roll your hips and rub your pussy against him.

Pedro's eyes twisted, his head leaning back into the cushions and he buckled up to meet your movements which you commented with placing a hand on his hips.

"No. Keep still, alright? Just let me take care of this."

Shallow quick breaths escaped from his mouth that were interrupted by moans every now and then. You bathed in the noises he let out, savouring each little sigh and whine as you rode his clothed dick with closed eyes, fully enjoying the way you had him wrapped around your little finger. It didn't take a long time until he additionally began to beg you.

"Please, baby. I need you right now. Fuck…"

His voice was low and husky and without giving it a second thought he gripped your hips trying to control your movements. You sighed, the faintest hint of a smirk surfacing on your face as you took his wrists and pressed his hands down right next to his head.

"I said no."

You almost melted at his deep brown eyes realising how hard it was to deny him anything but deep down you knew how much Pedro enjoyed this kind of treatment and therefore you remained cold.

"Keep those hands to yourself before I put them to work," you dangerously hissed in his ear and carefully nibbled at his earlobe.

"I need more, y/n. Need to feel you," his hitched breaths brushed over your ear and you thought about it for a moment and then straightened up again.

"Get up here," you commanded him.

Pedro followed your order, sitting up straight, his dark shiny eyes darting up to you when you pressed his head closer to your chest. He instantly understood and started to kiss and lick at your breasts, tongue swirling around your hardened nipples and teeth gently sinking down into your sensitive flesh.

"There you go… that's right," you commented his actions, your hands relentlessly pushing him towards you whenever he brought too much distance between his face and your torso and soon your skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat that Pedro was happy to lick up.

"You're doing so amazing, honey," you whispered through gritted teeth, eyes lingering at the back of his head.

But soon it was you who craved more of him and therefore you buried your hands in his locks pulling him backwards until his glossy eyes met with yours.

"You know, I would've teased the shit out of you if it weren't your birthday," you spoke under breath while your shivering hands pulled down your pants and underwear just enough so your pussy was bare as you hovered above him.

"Take off your briefs," you requested, watching him with your lips slightly agape, seriously affected by all of this teasing as well. Pedro did as you had told him not taking his eyes off you for once and then firmly grabbed your bare thighs while kissing your collarbone.

"Fuck, baby… You're so goddamn perfect."

Instead of replying you cut him off by wrapping a hand around his length which caused him to gasp for air.

"Let me make you feel good, baby," you mumbled against his cheek, your left hand holding on to his face while you aligned his dick with your entrance and began to sink down on him. Pedro inhaled but the air got caught in his throat making him cough and you were quick to soothingly caress his temple.

"Let go for me, honey… Just focus on me."

Once he was inside you, his tip so deep that it kissed your cervix you rolled your hips to get used to the feeling allowing him to keep his hands on your waist although you still had full control of what was happening. Pedro watched you with admiration, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his half lidded eyes fluttering every time your tight walls clenched around his length.

"Y/n, jesus… You're gonna make me come like this," he growled, head dropping to your chest and you embraced him in a tight hug.

Sensing that he actually already was close which was no surprise considering you really had teased the shit out of him, you brought your hand between your thighs and started to rub your clit in circles; clockwise, just the way you liked it.

Along with watching his beautiful face that was marked by sheer pleasure right now and the delicious stretch of his large manhood you approached your own high in a record-breaking amount of time and soon you weren't sure whether you would be able to keep up the pace.

You bounced on his cock after all, limbs already aching but you were eager to make him come and so you ignored the sweat pooling on your forehead and the muscles in your thighs burning like fire and instead focused on breathing and rolling your hips just the way you knew he liked it.

"Come for me, Pedro. Come inside of me, fuck… I know you wanna let go."

The encouragement actually seemed to heat him up even more his features tightening and then all of the accumulated tension seemed to loosen and Pedro shot his load inside of you, noises of pleasure leaving his mouth.

"Oh fucking hell… Oh baby yes, you're so goddamn good."

The knot in your lower stomach imploded right after his last word and just like in a perfect dream, you came at the same time as him and tightly squeezed his cock while the effects of your orgasm spread in your body like warm honey. You were on a high, floating on a cloud and it took you a couple of seconds until you felt strong enough to open your eyes into Pedro's.

He wore a smile on his face, a slight smirk, almost shy and you couldn't help but giggle uncontrolled as you scratched over his sculp once more.

"Oh my god. That was amazing," you said not so quiet now, carefully rising from his lap so his dick could slip out of you.

"It was… it was so good, baby," Pedro said, his exhaustion showing in his voice.

You grinned, a peaceful dizziness settling over your mind and when you sat up on your heels you almost would have fallen backwards with the intention to get a minimum of 24 hours of sleep but you got a hold on yourself in the last moment and instead crawled to lay next to him.

"I love you," he whispered nudging his nose against the side of your face once the two of you were comfortable and you had to smile feeling his hand wander to your stomach.

"I love you too," you replied shutting your eyes and listening to his steady breathing.

"Happy birthday."

~~~~~~~~~~

(Shoutout to @mrspascalsworld <3)

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