#v: though i walk through the valley

[feminaferitas]

"She wants us to."

[feminaferitas]

"Yeah, so lucky," she grunted, wincing as one twinge of her knuckle stretched the blistered skin beyond its current limits. Jackie didn't know what lucky was, anymore. Not really.

Was it not dying in the crash? Because look where that got them. Was it still being alive after everything? Because this wasn't a life worth living. Hell, she didn't even know if she and Shauna were still friends -- she wanted to be, so desperately, but the brunette's words had her reconsidering everything from the last few years, wondering how much resentment was lurking in the dark corners of every party, every sleepover, every word and waking moment.

But Jackie was defeated. She needed people, she needed validation or at the least, a sign that she wasn't so utterly, abjectly alone. And Mari being here wasn't the worst thing that could be happening. Jackie was already tired of crying quietly to herself, holding all these feelings and fears inside like she was the only one struggling out here. Her gaze dropped, as did the bandages. Jackie sighed heavily and tilted her head to the side, silently asking Mari to sit with her.

"I don't know if I can do this much longer," she admitted. Not about the wraps, the recovery of her injuries, but about all of it. But what choice did Jackie have, really? She held up her hands, hesitant to even look at the intensity of her wounds. "Why would you even want to help me? Lottie should have just... left me to die. It would have been easier for everyone..."

even mari could admit that it was like whiplash the way that things changed between them. for the longest time she had spent so long trying to get jackie's attention. she would have said that she wanted to be exactly like her. to now? mari wouldn't want to be in her shoes. for so many reasons.

she did feel bad. about what she said. it weighed on her mind like a constant loop. but she was stubborn, which was a total fatal flaw. neither of them wanted to talk about it, not really. she was aware that everyone was keeping their distance in general, it wasn't like anyone wanted to admit that they'd been horrible to jackie. that was almost like vocalizing how everyone's morals had shifted since the crash - no one wanted to be the first to admit it. if they did, it wasn't like anything could change. not at this point.

yet, she can't help but scoff as jackie speaks, noticing how much she was actually struggling. it couldn't have been easy, obviously. but mari wasn't a bad person, she wasn't just going to walk away, even if the other woman denied help. "you're lucky i don't flip you off and walk away." she moved a bit closer, a sigh falling from her lips. "look. just let me help you. you're getting nowhere like this and i don't exactly see anyone else lining up."

[spicerackofblorbos]

Patience? | Leon S. Kennedy x afab!reader

☾ summary ➼ mornings with Leon make the rest of your day better.

☾ content/warnings ➼ fluff, smut (MDNI), afab!reader, p in v (wrap it before you tap it bbys), head (f!receiving), praise, usage of the term "baby"

☾ a/n ➼ I want soft mornings with him and I just really want his mouth all over me. Also I kept this as an ambiguous Leon but I did visualize RE4R and DI Leon.

☾ wc ➼ ~1k

Morning sex with Leon is one of the best things in the world to you.

In every moment he spends with you, inside and outside of the bedroom, he never fails to make you feel loved.

Cherished.

Treasured.

Whether it was from quick temple kisses or gentle pinches on your ass as he walks by, he was there to remind you just how precious you were to him.

But there was just something so wonderfully different about a sleep-addled Leon. He was slower, more deliberate.

With his hair is all tousled, cheeks tinged pink with bleary blue eyes that hold so much warmth despite the cool toned color. He gives you lazy grins as he nuzzles into your cheek or your nose, whatever is closest to him at the moment. His lips meet yours with the gentlest care, moving against yours like you both had all the time in the world. Breathy sighs from you are swallowed up as his hands map your body.

Then he’s trailing open mouthed kisses down your jawline and the column of your neck, just as lazy as his grins were. There are a few nips, but nothing more than a simple love bite. He’s humming happily, inhaling your unique scent and relishing in the saltiness of your warm skin – a reminder that you were here and you were alive.

Soon those kisses make their way down your sternum and right in the valley of your breasts, not before clumsily tugging off your chosen sleepwear, of course. The shared sound of your sleepy giggles and his breathy chuckles had filled the room as you both struggled to undress in the warm glow of the morning sun filtering through the blinds.

His lips don’t hesitate to tickle down your soft stomach now, blowing a little raspberry into it before leaving another bite as you squirm under him with yet another laugh.

Then he gets to your hips, and your legs fall apart as if he held the keycard to your body. Those soft lips of his place a kiss just right above your most sensitive spot as he inhales what he’s done to you. You were a mess as soon as his mouth had connected with your own just moments ago.

You whine at him, telling him to stop teasing you. He just smiles up at you, his laziness now replaced with his signature cockiness.

“Patience, baby. Need you to know how much I love every inch of you.”

He can’t even take his own advice.

You’d laugh if you weren’t so busy moaning from his face buried deep into your cunt. The flat of his tongue slides up your slit, collecting the arousal that he had worked so hard to build up – not like it took long though. As his nose bumps your clit, your hands go flying into his soft hair, fingers tangling as you’re bucking your hips into his face in the hopes for more friction.

Leon aims to please, so he does just that. His lips, that godforsaken magical mouth of his, closes around your swollen clit and sucks gently as two of his fingers slide into your warm depths. The mewls that he can get out of you are as addictive as your taste.

“Fuck, baby. Can’t get enough of you.” He mumbles against your folds that drip not only with your slick but his saliva as well, and the vibrations of his voice are enough to make your eyes roll in the back of your head. As his thick fingers start to pump in and out of you, he groans at how responsive you are to him. His free hand splays on your stomach and pushes you down into the mattress, holding you as he devours your sweet taste.

That patience though, god Leon really needed to work on that double standard.

Because now, he has you on your stomach with a pillow right under your hips as he lazily ruts into your tight pussy while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Look at how well you take me, baby. So fucking perfect.”

Both of his thighs wall your legs together, his heavy body on top of yours as his hands hold yours on each side of your head. His calloused fingers intertwined with yours, holding you down as his hips slap into your ass rhythmically.

The sounds of your muffled moans in the soft sheets and his soft grunts in your ear grow louder, and it’s no mystery why. Both of you were so close. Those lips yet again trail kisses along your shoulders, and this time his bites aren’t soft.

“Cum with me baby, wanna feel you around me.”

He rests his sweaty forehead against your back, perspiration from both of you mixing together. His grunts have turned into whines as he fights to hold back – he was selfless like that. He wanted to make sure you were satisfied first before he’d let himself enjoy anything.

And of course he knew how to make you cum from this position. All it took was one rough thrust and a hard suck on the spot between your sensitive neck and shoulder and you were seeing stars. Your muffled cries and the tight spasming of your walls push him off the ledge. His erratic thrusts slow down with each spurt of hot cum he shoots into your depths, and after a few deep breaths later, he’s collapsed on top of you.

You can only take a few seconds of that before you’re squirming under him and laughing at him to get his heavy body off of you because you couldn’t breathe. He peppers playful kisses along your neck and back as he chuckles hoarsely.

“Why? If I do then you’re just going to get up and leave me.” He mutters with a grin.

Despite his banter, he slips out of your warmth before rolling off and onto his side. He wasn’t kidding about not letting you go though, because suddenly his arms are wrapped around your waist and tugging you into him so that your back hits flush against his sweaty chest. You heartbeats mirror each other, one on top of the other.

More kisses, more laughs, more lazy snuggles.

Morning sex with Leon meant the world to you, and you don’t think anything could ever top it.

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[minhosimthings]

Dangerously

Symphony Smut Series Day 11: Charlie Puth's Dangerously

Lyric: I love you dangerously

Pairings: bf!Sunghoon × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (f recieving), overstimulation, p in v sex, semi public sex, unprotected sex (highly not recommended), angry sex, hard!dom!Sunghoon, sub!reader, orgasm denial, reader wears a dress, degradation.

A/N: woohoo day 11 second post of 2024 everyone! Please enjoy my urge to be degraded by Hoonie through his oneshot

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Even though he didn't admit it, Sunghoon was a jealous man, whose jealousy couldn't ever be tested.

And so you had to be careful, whenever you went to one of his events, careful not to wear anything that would make other men stare and make Sunghoon give you the silent treatment for a week or so.

But unfortunately the fates are always against you and with a tiny piercing of their threads, you ended up here, in a massive ballroom, with your boyfriend talking to some people, completely ignoring you. Great reward for being the girlfriend of someone whose always present at buisness parties isn't it?

The dress you wore was simple, off shoulder, black, jewels decorating most of the seams, Sunghoon's present to you. But you hadn't expected all the dumb men there to keep staring at your collarbone. Your memories went back to eight grade, when you were discouraged from wearing anything which showed off your shoulders, lest the boys get distracted or some bullshit like that.

"Hoonie." You whined, clinging to your boyfriend's arm, as he took another sip of his pink champagne, taking not a single glance at you, "Hoon, oh fuck this, Park Sunghoon!" You more than screamed at him, which caused the other patrons at the bad to stare at you weirdly.

Sunghoon turned his head to look at you, with the coldest eyes, filled with icicles, as he smiled awkwardly to the bartender, and put his empty glass down, pulling you up with him as she stood. Adjusting his suit, Sunghoon began to walk, basically dragging you with him, you fastened to keep up with his pace.

"So fucking needy aren't you?" Sunghoon growled, pinning you against the wall, "You wanted more than one dick didn't ya you whore?"

Sunghoon's grip on your waist was tight, which made you feel the wetness in your panties.

“The party can wait.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you, this time more intensely than ever before and you hummed, burying your hand on his hair while the other stroked his chest.

He brushed his tongue against your lower lip and you opened your mouth to let him explore it, moaning lowly against his mouth.

He lowered his hands to the back of your thighs, not breaking the kiss, and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and you yelped in his mouth.

"You needed me so bad didn't you?" Sunghoon teased, his breath hitting your skin.

He walked to the sink and placed you on the cold marble, his hands going under your shirt and experimenting with his touches on your bare skin.

You whimpered, shivers running through your whole body as his big hands roamed through your burning skin.

You pulled away, your forehead touching his, a whispered “Fuck” coming out of your lips. Your hands went to the hem of your dress and slowly pulled it over your head, leaving your torso bare besides your strapless bra.

Sunghoon drank you in, his adam apple bobbing when he swallowed and you felt embarrassed under his strong gaze, your hands slowly coming to wrap themselves around your stomach.

His hands went to your back and unclasped your bra, helping you take it off and toss it on the ground along with the rest of your clothes.

His hands came to the front and grabbed at both your breasts, squeezing them and making you moan into his mouth. His fingers teased at your hardened nipples and you arched into his touch.

His mouth started trailing down towards your neck, your collarbone, until he got to the valley of your breasts and looked up at you. Your mouth was open, eyes hazed and deep breaths were making your chest go up and down. What a sight.

He closed his mouth into one of your nipples and you whined, the warmth of his tongue circling around it making you grasp at his locks with a certain strength that made him groan around your skin. His fingers teased the other breast until he switched sides, feasting on your breasts.

He discarded your panties and ran his hands up your legs, his look never leaving your covered pussy. His hands stopped at your thighs as squeezed the flesh and you closed your legs instinctively.

“Hiding from me now?” He said, his tone deep and dominant making you swallow a whine as you spread your legs wider and he settled between them with a smirk.

He kissed your covered sex and you let out a low moan, his mouth traveled to your inner thighs, biting and kissing at the flesh, driving you insane.

“Such a desperate slut.” He said against your skin, grasping your panties and pulling them down. You gasped at the cold air hitting your dripping core and he groaned at the sight.

He smirked against you and put one hand over your hips to hold you still as he did wonders against your cunt. His tongue eating you out as if you were his last meal, ripping loud moans from your throat.

“Jesus, fuck, right there– Shit” A string of curses left your mouth and he grinned proudly, adding another finger to your torture, making you cry out, his name slipping out of your lips.

You felt the knot inside of you tighten, your pussy clenching around his fingers and Sunghoon knew you were about to cum.

"Hoon ah-ah no don't stop!" You all but screamed, as Sunghoon looked up at you, wiping his mouth clean. Edging, of course, was his brand. He loved seeing you on the brink of insanity just because of him.

"You think you get to cum after all that?" Sunghoon chuckled, placing both his hands on your hips, "As much I would love to fuck you right here, I want to see your cockdrunk face when I make you cum for me."

"There's a sofa there." You mumbled shyly, glancing towards the dark green sofa sitting idle in the corner of the bathroom.

You glance down at his still covered legs and crotch, the tent in his pants looked almost painful and you bit your lip. He noticed that and took you in his arms again, wrapping your legs around his hips, making your sensitive core grind against his trousers and you whined.

He gently placed you on the sofa kissing your lips hungrily and you led one of your hands down to his crotch, palming him through his trousers and he pulled away from your lips to groan, his forehead against yours.

Your mouth watered and your pussy clenched around nothing. He was bigger than he always seemed to be tonight.

He rubbed his cock up and down a couple times and lined it up with your entrance making you whine in anticipation. He slowly pushed into you and you pulled away to let your mouth hang open in a soundless moan.

“ah fuck, princess, didn't know you were such a cum slut for me.” He whisper-moaned against your ear and you hummed, your nails digging into his shoulders, definetly leaving marks to remind him for a couple days of this encounter.

“N-need more.” You said, your brows furrowing in desperation. You glanced down at his hand between your legs, your lower gut fluttering at the sight. He applied more pressure to the circles he was dancing over your swollen bud, the pleasure sending your head to lull backwards. You whimpered more, your legs beginning to feel like jello.

“You sound so pathetic.” Sunghoon spat, working his dick faster on your clit. You exhaled unevenly, your hand coming down on Sunghoon's bicep for stability.

You felt that familiar white heat beginning to ignite low in your belly, your cunt throbbing steadily. Your eyes squeezed shut. You were close— but Sunghoon knew that. He wasn’t going to let you come just yet. Without warning, Sunghoon halted his actions. You could’ve cried in that moment. Sunghoon grabbed your forearm, pushing you down onto the sofa.

“Hoon, please. I need to cum.” You whined, your head falling back into the soft material of the sofa. Sunghoon purses his lips at you, his hand running along the smooth skin of your leg, inching closer to where you needed his attention most.

Sunghoon did nothing but let out a cold laugh, at how pathetic you sounded for him.

Suddenly, Sunghoon began pounding into you. His hot breath fanned over your face as he rammed in and out of you, his length reached the deepest parts of you. You gasped, your hand reached up to grab his wrist that was busy squeezing your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head and he slammed into you over and over. You were sure he was hitting you so deep that he was nicking your cervix. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more overwhelmed with pleasure, Sunghoon’s free hand snaked between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit, ghosting gentle circles over the sensitive nub. You squeaked out a moan, the pleasure overcoming your senses completely. Your legs began to shake from the stimulation, your lower belly muscles tensing from the overwhelming sensation. Your breath was shaking, the oxygen feeling as through it had completely left your lungs.

“F-fuck, where do you want me? Your mouth? Or should I fill you up?” Sunghoon grunted, his hand snaking around your front to firmly grab your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingertips.

You gasped, the stimulation for your nipple slipping you into the beginning of your orgasm. You didn’t answer him, the feeling of your impending climax completely taking over your body.

“Look at you cumming around my cock. Such a good fucking slut.” Sunghoon growled, his pace somehow quickening further. His hand reached up to your hair, grabbing a fistful of locks and pulling your head backwards. His other hand reached around to your throat as he bent down to kiss you from the intense angle, your orgasm taking over you entirely. Your toes began to curl beneath you, your pussy clamping around Sunghoon's cock that was twitching deep inside you. Your pussy clenched down around his length, hugging it perfectly.

“Fuck.” Sunghoon whimpered, his high hitting him like a train. Your spasming canal clamped down around him as he came in hot spurts, coating your walls deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, milking every ounce of cum from his length.

“You look so beautiful with my cum dripping out of you.” He spoke, running a hand up and down the back of your thigh. He pressed a kiss to your sore ass cheek from where he had smacked it.

“As much as I’d love to stay here and fuck you all night, I should go before everyone starts wondering where their favourite boy went.” Sunghoon said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

"Get dressed sweetheart." Sunghoon picked up your clothes, and dusted them off, handing them to you, who was still dizzy from all the fucking.

"We'll have some more fun after we get home won't we?"

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[fadingdreamland]

Aemond Targaryen x Baratheon!wife!reader x Alys Rivers

Warnings : open relationship, SMUT, threesome (FMF/FFM), spit kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, bathtub sex, not proofread

English is not my first language. Also this is my first time writing smut. Sorry if it's kinda cringe.

2091 words

You entered Harrenhal on foot, surrounded by guards. You had been separated from your husband for months. He had written to you about his lover, Alys Rivers, and you grew curious about her. Not jealous. You and Aemond had had lovers before and even at times shared them. 

The agreement was made when he took you from Storm’s End, right before you wedding. He though that yours would be a loveless marriage. He was wrong. Love grew between you two but it did not stop you from seeking pleasure in others, too. You were almost as promiscuous as Aegon but you hid your depravities well.

The letters your husband had sent you described the encounters he had had with his new lover. Those letters got you extremely turned on. You tried to seek relief by yourself, then with lovers of your own but it was never enough. So you left for Harrenhal without even warning of your arrival.

That must be the reason there was no one to receive you. Heads turned toward you in the courtyard. As if they knew who you were but were not sure. It did not take you long to find your husband.

“Y/N,” Aemond said as you walked into the room. He was with his men around a table, likely planning their next attack against the Blacks. “What are you doing here?”

“Are you that disappointed to see me, husband?”

���Leave us.” Aemond orders to the men and the room clears. As soon as the door is closed Aemond is on you. His lips caressing yours, his tongue in your mouth as he holds you against him and your hands cup his face.

“You could not expect me to stay in King’s Landing after the letters you sent me”

His lips raise in a smirk. “So you did not come al the way from King’s Landing to see me.”

“Your letters got me so wet. Even my lovers could not satisfy me.“

His smile turns even more mischievous as if it were possible. “I have duties, wife. I cannot simply drop them to fuck you.“

“I can wait. In your chambers. With Alys.” You said, slowly caressing his hardening cock through the fabric of his breeches. As he leans in to kiss you again you step away, your hand leaving his cock. “The travel has been long, husband. I would like a bath. And food.”

He nods and less than an hour later you have a warm bath prepared for you in Aemond’s chambers. You take off you cloak and the maid helps you out of your gown. You enter the bath, warm water relaxing you muscles. You sigh in relief.

A knock on the door startles you out of your relaxing time. A woman with black hair enters with a tray overflowing with food and leaves it on the table in front of the bed, a few feet away.

She curtesies to you.“Princess, I am Alys Rivers. Prince Aemond’s maid.”

“Of course, you are.” You turn toward the maid. “Leave. Lady Rivers will help me bath”

The maid nods, curtsies and leaves.

“Please, princess, call me Alys. I am no lady.“

“Then you shall call me by name, too.”

Alys grabs a cloth and kneels beside the bathtub. She rubs your back, and your shoulders, your chest and goes down the valley of your breasts.

“The Prince talked a lot about you. You are as beautiful as he described.” Alys praises in what could be considered a whisper.

“I have heard about you, too, Alys. In Aemond’s letters.”

“Am I as you imagined, Y/N?” The whisper of your name on her lips makes you clench your thighs together.

“I do not know yet. Undress and I will know.”

Alys stares at you. You cannot tell if she is surprised but you can clearly see lust in her eyes.

“Undress, Alys.” You repeat. “I am not asking, I am ordering.”

She stands up and starts taking off her dress, unties her corset then lets the fabric drop on the ground. She is bare to you. The perfect swell of her breasts, her pale skin and her cunt.

“You, too, are as Aemond described.” You finally say after staring at her for a moment that seemed too short to you. 

“What else do you know about me ?” Alys asks.

“People say that you are a witch. They say you have bewitched my husband into fucking you.”

“What do you say?”

“You are a witch, Alys Rivers. But I don’t think you used whatever power you have on my husband.” Your eyes roam her naked body “With breasts like that, a body like yours… There’s no need to use magic to fuck whoever you want”

Alys simply smiles at you. It is not a warm smile or a nice one, it is a rather… lustful smile.

“Join me,” you gesture toward the other end of the bathtub.

Alys does not hesitate or wait and enters the bathtub, sitting opposite you. Her legs brush yours. One of your hands grips her foot and slowly travels up her leg your body following once you reach her knee until you are straddling her lap.

Her face so close to yours that you feel every one of her breaths on your face. Her breasts and yours touching, rubbing against each other. Her hands go to your waist and push you down on her even more. Your cunt clenches around nothing.

You lean in, your forehead against hers, your nose rubs against her cheek. You put one hand on the side of her face and kiss her. Her lips are soft, you press your tongue against her lower lip and her tongue infiltrates your mouth. 

One of her hands grabs you hair and tugs at it, your head goes slightly backward and your mouth opens even more. Alys licks your lips and presses against your tongue, she moves to kiss your neck then your chest and finally she gets to your breasts. Her tongue dances all over them driving a sigh of pleasure out of you.

You cannot resist any longer and your hands cup her breasts massaging them, you feel her moans muffled by your breast in her mouth. Your hand moves from her tit to her throat, you wrap your head around it and tug her away from your chest. You lock eyes with her.

“Fuck, Alys. You’re even better than what Aemond told me.”

Alys tucks her lower lip between her teeth. You grab her by her cheeks with one hand, the other still playing with her tit.

“Open your mouth.” She does as you say, her mouth falls open.

You lick the insides of her mouth as she had done to you before and then tou spit in her mouth.

“Swallow.” You whisper. Again, she does as you say. “Tell me, Alys, what did Aemond say you about me?”

“He said that your title may be ‘princess’ but you really are a whore.” You smirk. “He also said that your cunt is divine.”

“I guess I am a whore. But I do not know if my cunt is truly divine. Will you tell me?” You ask her as you lead her hand between your legs.

“Yes. Tell her.” A voice from the door says.You and Alys look toward the voice. Aemond. Heis standing, his back against the closed door.“She never believes me when I do.”

“How long have tou been standing there?” Alys asks.

“Since my wife’s tit was in you mouth.”

You look down his body and notice the tightness in his breeches. You smile, biting you lip.

“Come, husband. We will relieve the pressure in your breeches” You say.

Aemond crosses the room until he is standing beside the bathtub. Alys reaches for his breeches, unties them and lets them fall to the floor. Aemond’s cock springs free. As Alys goes to wrap her mouth around it you pull her face to you and kiss her just as intensely as you had done before. Aemond groans in frustration as Alys kisses you back. 

You pull away out of breath and without breaking eye contact with Alys you bring you husband’s cock to you mouth. You lick the tip and prompt Alys to do the same. You both start kissing and liking Aemond’s cock until you pull it inside her mouth, she starts sucking as you stand up to kiss Aemond. Your husband enters your mouth with his tongue as one of his hands cups your breast and the other is on the back of Alys’ head while he fucks her mouth.

Suddenly you feel something moving over your cunt, you look down and see Alys’ hand cupping it. As you return to kiss Aemond you guide Alys’ fingers to your clit.

She starts rubbing there, you moan into your husband’s mouth. You reach for his eyepatch and pull at it to take it off. You pull away from him to look at his face. Fuck, you love to see him without his eyepatch. 

You feel Alys’ mouth on your clit and moan as you look down and see her hand around Aemond’s cock and her face buried in your cunt. You reach for your husband’s manhood as you kiss him again. You play with his balls, then wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him. This makes Alys focus solely on you as she sucks on your pearl she brings her fingers to your entrance. You put a foot on the edge on the bathtub to give her better access.

She inserts a finger, then another and she pumps in and out. In and out. Your mouth falls open and Aemond uses this opportunity to spit in your mouth, hot liquid invading your mouth. You swallow as you know he likes it.

He grabs Alys by her hair and yanks her up, forcing her to stand up. You whimper at the loss of contact. Aemond spits in Alys’ mouth, then in yours and guides you two to each other. You kiss Alys, this time it is your tongue in her mouth, you taste a mixture of Aemond and you in her mouth and by the gods you’ve never been so turned on.

“I want to taste her cunt,” I tell Aemond as I pull away from Alys.

“Then perhaps it is time to move to the bed,” he answers.

I nod and grab Alys’ hand and lead her out of the bathtub, you push her on the bed. You kneel on the bed as she crawls backwards, farther into the cushions. You feel Aemond behind you, his chest against your back. He got rid of all his clothes. Perfect. He puts his hand to the back of your neck and with one swift movement he brings your face down to Alys’ cunt.

“Fuck her with your mouth,” he orders and you comply.

You lick at her pearl drawing breathless sighs from her. Licking is soon not enough for you and you wrap your mouth around her clit and part of her mouth. You suck, lick, bring your fingers to her entrance. Her hand wraps around your hair, begging for more. Two fingers inside her and Aemond pushes inside you from behind without warning. Tou scream out in pleasure into Alys’ cunt. Aemond’s hard thrusts guide the rhythm go your fingers and tongue on Alys’ cunt. The moans ans groans and skin-slapping sound invade the chamber.

Your free hand goes up Alys’ body until it reaches her tits, you lassie them as you keep your mouth sucking and licking her clit and your fingers go in and out of her.

Aemond slaps your ass making you moan, his thrusts become faster, harder, his hand reechoes around you tu rub your pearl the way he knows drives you crazy and he comes inside you triggering your own release. Alys comes in your mouth as Aemond rides out your orgasm. You lick every drop of Alys’ release. She tastes as good as Almond told you.

Your husband lies down beside Alys as you lie down on the other side of your new lover. After recovering your breath in a few minutes, Alys’ hand reaches to your belly, where your womb is.

“She will carry your child soon, Aemond.” She says. It is not a guess or a hopeful comment, she seems certain of it. She is certain of it.

“So will you,” he answers with a smirk as his cock hardens again.

[feminaferitas]

"C'mon, Chess -- it's not exactly like we're a professional Girl Scout troop out here. We're all just trying to do the best we can. You included."

Natalie certainly wasn't going to get on anyone's case for having a moment of weakness. She'd long heard the bullshit about 'your body is a temple' as people like Tai and her teachers gave her crap for drug use. Not medically necessary most of the time, but one of the only ways to make it through the endless days with some scrape of her sanity intact. But being soccer players -- varsity champs, no less -- Nat understood that for most of these girls, their bodies felt like the most important thing about them.

The blonde crouched and extended a hand in an effort to help Chess stand. "If you aren't feeling up to getting the water, I'm sure Mari wouldn't mind help with the food. O-or Shauna's cleaning some rabbit skins. We can find something more comfortable," she offered reassuringly.

@feminaferitas liked for a lyric based starter

There's a small, humorless chuckle before she speaks, "When will everyone have every reason to call all my bluffs?" It's the feeling that's been with her since her knee injury, since she started overusing pain medications to cope with it. The feeling has only grown since ending up stuck in the wilderness. She's tried to keep it quiet, not wanting to draw anymore attention to any of it. But of, course, it was bound to overflow eventually. Now, after her knee gave out when trying to lug water back to the cabin, it's been waiting for anyone to voice it. "I mean, we all know I can't do anything out here, how long until people just say it?"

[thatone-brightstar]

Paint stained kisses -Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader-

a/n: Everyone say thank you to the sweet @beebslebobs for the idea on this oneshot that was originally just an insta post from my TB & TF universe!

Here's a little sweetness to alleviate the chest pains that chapter 10 may have caused on some of you. It's part of the same story, but it can totally be read separately if you'd like

BUT if you haven't read it and you wanna… here’s the link to that:

The Bear & The Fox -Carmy Berzatto x Fem! Reader-

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: Your and Carmy's day off.

WARNINGS: Smut ahead, oral sex (female receiving), p in v, dirty talk if you squint, reader is on birth control but isn't mentioned (wrap it up IRL tho), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you.

“That was the worst french toast I’ve had, like, ever…” You groan, kicking your soaked sneakers to the side as soon as Carmy throws the door open.

“My eggs Benedict were pretty good.” He answers from behind. 

You roll your eyes with your back to him and scoff. “Obviously, sis wouldn’t dare serve you something awful.” You turn to your boyfriend, a mocking smile curled on your lips. “��Anything else I can get you, chef? I can also offer you something that isn’t on the menu…’ wink, wink.” 

The exaggerated kissing noises you make towards him pull a chuckle from his chest as he combs his fingers through the wet strands of hair. You roll your eyes again and pad to his speaker, soon filling the room with the soft notes of an instrumental song. The warmth of his hands brush over the sides of your waist and rest delicately over your navel as his chest presses to your back, causing the moisture of his sweater to transfer onto yours.

“So, what I understand is you’re jealous someone was hitting on me?” Carmen whispers between soft kisses on the valley of your shoulder.

“No, I’m jealous your food was better than mine-” You answer, swatting his hands away and earning another soft laugh that fills your ears with joy as you walk into his room.

You’ve grown used to the lovely sound, more common the longer you spent by his side, as if the walls he held up were slowly chipping away with your constant presence. You softly hum to the music from his stereo while you rummage through the drawer that holds a few shirts you’ve hauled to his place in the past couple weeks. 

He had emptied it out after finding your things bunched up and wrinkled inside your backpack by the sofa. You found it completely adorable when, in search of a shirt of his to sleep in, instead you found your own clothes - neatly folded in perfect squares- occupying the first drawer in his closet. He didn’t mention it and neither did you. Knowing Carmy and his silent acts of love, mentioning it would only shy him back into his shell and the progress you had made over the months of going out was something you weren’t willing to lose.

You pull out a blue washed out ‘The Original Beef of Chicagoland’ shirt that still smells like his body wash and pull it over your chest, then a pair of shorts and some socks to pad around his cold floor while taking out your supplies from the waisted tote bag inside your backpack. You only have a month or two until the showing and even though it might seem like enough time, to you it wasn’t. Every time you tried to concentrate on an idea for your set, your mind would go blank, thoughtless and frustratingly empty. You could blame it on the prospect of a deadline, maybe painter’s block, but you knew it was more than that.

You’ve used painting as an outlet all your life. Most of your favorite works came from a place of hurt, anger and most times sadness. But now they had all been shoved into a corner and replaced by a sense of calm and overall happiness and while you’re glad most of the dark thoughts have left, now it was harder to conjure up any idea that seemed good enough to be presented in front of hundreds of people.

You rub your face in frustration and pull your hair out of your eyes into a bun, then drop criss-crossed by the window of Carmy’s room, acrylics, brushes and sketchbooks flooding the floor. The gentle lull of the chords mix with the shuffling from the kitchen and a smile forms on your face as the source of your lack of inspiration walks into the room, shirtless and cradling a bowl of diced fruit in his hand.

“Here.” Carmy mumbles softly, passing the bowl to you and leaning down to place a gentle kiss over your hair.

You take it, mumbling a quiet ‘Thanks’ through your smile and pop a piece of the tangy peach in your mouth before setting it on his nightstand.

“How’s the brainstorming coming along?” He takes a seat in front of you, back leaning against his bed and lighting a cigarette.

Without answering, you stretch your arm to him, sketchbook in hand and stare mesmerized as he flips through the pages, lit tube dangling from rosy lips. You keep taking bites off the savory fruit to avoid biting your lip instead because the view in front of you is just that fucking good. Baby blues flicker towards you without bothering to lift his head and the way your legs twitch trying to close has a smirk forming over the cig.

“What?” You say defensively.

“Nothin’.” He accentuates with a raise of his brows. “What’s wrong with these?” He asks, giving you the book back turned to a page harboring a few sketches of the sea, shore and shells.

“They’re not good enough…” You admit, tracing your finger over the print his thumb left when it smudged the charcoal. “They don’t make me feel anything- art’s supposed to make you feel something. How can I call myself an artist if it doesn’t stir anything in me!?”

“Hey-” He puts out the smoke on the ashtray over his night stand and scoots to you, making a space for you between his arms. The heat of his naked chest and compression of his arms do wonders to dull out the rising pounding inside. “You’re overthinking it. Maybe take some time off… what do you do when you’re frustrated?”

“...paint.”

Carmy gives you a small snort, genuine and lighthearted, that blows a few wild strands of hair and has you looking up to his glowing face with a tiny grin. You suck the corner of your lip in concentration, the angle in which he has you cradled can only be described as holy. Strong jaw and nose angle perfectly into your line of vision and you have to refrain yourself from kissing the soft tip of it multiple times.

“How ‘bout you make one of those abstract paintings? Let the brush guide you- or whatever-”

“I could paint you…” The words escape your lips the second they materialize in your head.

He pulls his head back slightly, brows drawn up in confusion. “What, like one of your french girls?” 

“No!” You manage to answer through a fit of giggles that you’d be ashamed to let out if you hadn’t gotten so comfortable with him already. “Paint on you, as in over you.”

You strain your neck up to catch his lips in yours, the stubble that covers his chin scratching over your tender skin. He smiles into the kiss, very well feeling your intentions of trying to distract him with what you know he likes the most: you.

“It’ll help…” Sultry breath fans his lips and clouds his thoughts with the taste of peaches, fresh and sweet. “Yeah?”

Carmy can only nod, still hooked on the taste of your lips and the stretch of your smile when you get your way. He groans when you pull away, goosebumps rising over the exposed flesh of his chest as you move to take his pillow and sheet from the bed and place it over the ground, beside his legs. He sighs, but obliges anyway, unhooking his stiff thighs and laying belly flat over the hard ground.

“Can’t we do this on the bed?” He speaks over the soft material of the silk pillow sheets you had bought solely for him.

“I don’t wanna get paint on the bed.” You shrug. “Don’t move, it’s gonna tickle a bit…”

The first stroke of the brush gives him chills as the cold paint glides over uncharted territory. He finds it strange, but not uncomfortable and once he gets used to it, it even feels calming. Your soft hums to the tune of the music, the rain pattering outside and the rhythmic strokes have him slowly lulling away into an almost relaxed state, at least what he considered relaxation. 

You smile gently down at his long and slow breaths, tracing with your brush over the small beauty marks that map his pearly skin like constellations on an explorer’s map. While one hand holds the brush, you use the pads of your fingers to press down gently over the strained muscles that don’t seem all that relaxed, pulling a groan or two every so often and enjoying all the little sounds he makes.

You spend the time just admiring him. The way his shoulder blades flex when he wraps his arms under the pillow, to the two very pretty dimples that peek just above the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“You’re not doin’ much painting…” He mumbles, voice thick and groggy from sleep, while your nails rake rhythmically along his ribs.

“I got distracted…” You bite your lip and pull your phone from under the brushes to snap a picture of your wonderful view, then you lean down and place a sultry kiss where his shoulder blades meet.

“Fox…” He warns through your kisses, the pet name sounding at home between rosy soft lips.

“Bear…” You tease back with a smile, you knowing how much he liked you calling  him that.

In a second, you sink down your teeth over the plush skin and he visibly shudders under you. You barely hear him mumble something to himself, before he’s turning to his side and using one strong arm to pull you down to him. Your vision spins and a squeal comes out, only to be shoved back into your throat with the force of his kiss. You’re caged between his arms, torso pressing you to the ground and mouth roaming wet and mercilessly over your own. 

The few seconds of air you fill your lungs with when he separates to pull the thin shirt over your head can only do so much to alleviate the burning in your core caused by his strong stare. You raise to your forearms and his lips latch immediately to your exposed collarbone, starving and pleased with every whimper he pulls from you. 

“You wanna play chef, let’s play-“ He teases and without wasting time, pushes himself off you into a seating position, thighs spread out just enough for you to sit over them after pulling you to him again.

His enthusiasm is evident in the growing bulge that begins to rub on the inside of your thighs and with the help of your toes on the floor, you rock your hips forward enough to feel his fingers twitch over your waist, digging deeper into the flesh. A soft and shaky moan caresses your lips, motivating your movements as your fingers scrape up his neck and get lost in the messy strands. 

His smile stretches over your joined lips. “Anything for you… chef.”

You can feel his Adam’s apple bob with a chuckle as you kiss down his neck, sucking and nibbling hard just under a thin tan line where you assumed his shirt would cover it up, hopefully. His hips jerk upwards with strength, ripping a gasp from your chest, then another squeal when he wraps a secure arm around your waist and hoists you up and off the floor. Your knees squeeze over his hips and your arms wrap around his shoulders in surprise only for a moment, before feeling the soft sheets and the mattress underneath.

Carmy’s lips brush down the exposed skin of your chest, his wet tongue lapping over the hardened nipple of each breast has your knees separating and making room to fit his hips perfectly. He lets go of your tender skin too soon, peppering saliva stained kisses down the middle of your abdomen. As his knees fall to the ground, dexterous fingers pull at the hem of your shorts in a torturously slow fashion, making you lift your upper body on your elbows and direct an impatient glare. Your hair has fallen off its bun somewhere between the floor and the bed, glowing like a dark halo with the few rays of sunshine filtering through the open window and it’s gripping at Carmy’s chest.

“Baby, please…” You moan eager and annoyed, trying to shimmy your hips to quicken the process.

The cold air hits the bare flesh of your cunt and ignites goosebumps that Carmy kisses away as he finishes sliding the fabric over your feet.

“Fuck, so wet already. Just for me, huh?” He mumbles to himself, breath blowing over the exposed skin and causing a jolt of need to travel deep inside.

You swallow down the thick pool of saliva that drowns your mouth at the sight of his beautiful face between your legs. “Bear, please I need you to-” The phrase is cut short by your gasp.

Long digits rub tauntingly over your slit, coating in the arousal caused only by him. He’s too eager to continue teasing you, too entranced with the way your pussy glistens with the bare idea of him that all he can do is look up at you through his brows and lap at the wetness with a firm tongue. With just the first taste of you, he’s hooked, like a starving man afraid they’ll take away his only source of life. 

Your groan throws your head back with force and makes your eyes lose focus. Strong hands grip at your hips, rooting you to the mattress while your feet fall over his shoulders. Your hands try to find anything to hold on to- hair, sheets, pillow and even your own thighs- but the constant assault of his skillful mouth makes your fingers lose their grip on anything in your reach.

“Fuck baby-you’re doing so, so good-” Your praise makes his cock twitch inside his pants and he uses one of his hands to frantically pull the waistband down, stroking himself with a similar speed to his mouth.

Whimpers cascade from your lips and pool over your chest with every slurp and lick that echoes in the small room. You force your blurry eyes to focus down, only to be met by piercing black and a thin ring of deep blue staring up at you. His hand spreads over the sweet spot where your thigh meets your hip bone, digits concave the flesh in a way that reminds you of the ancient marble sculptures. There’s a predatory air about the way his jaw tenses in concentration while eating you out, hard muscle digging deep into you and curving your back off the sheets. 

Your nails dig into his scalp with every stroke of his tongue and the scorching sensation crawling over your thighs only grows with the bump of his nose over your swollen clit. A hard yelp scratches its way out through your exhausted lungs, motivating him to speed up his movements and add a finger into your dripping cunt. His groans and moans vibrate into your overstimulated area, causing the orgasm to hit you out of nowhere.

A chorus of ‘fuck’s that vary in volume ring inside Carmy’s ears -along with the pulsing walls compressing his finger and tongue- but he refuses to budge. Instead he continues to rub your clit with the bridge of his nose until your breaths have settled long enough for moans to turn into words and not the unintelligible mumbling that makes his chest swell with pride. He pulls his own hand from around his cock afraid he’ll burst before his favorite part, distracting himself by placing gentle kisses over your spasming thighs and rubbing along the lengths of them as he crawls over you.

There’s a blissful smile over your face that only grows with the sweet pecks of his lips making their way up your skin. You open your eyes when the mattress dips under his weight beside you and you prop your head up on your elbow, mimicking his stance. Your eyes are glossy with post-orgasm bliss as your hand lifts to his face and your middle finger traces over the prominent line of the nose you love so much. His skin is smooth with your slick and you can’t help but pull your finger back and pop the tip into your mouth, never losing his stare. 

His neck loses grip of his head, messy curls falling in frustration because, how is it that the smallest thing you do can rile him up so fucking quickly? A death between your legs, he thought, would be the happiest demise.

With the thought present in mind, he circles your waist tightly and drags your body over his into a seating position. You throw your leg over his parted ones in sweet anticipation, knees hovering over the sheets while your arms fall on his shoulders and you pull him up to your mouth. The taste of peaches and tobacco mixing with your arousal have you panting and grinding your folds over the firm head of his cock.

“You want me to fuck you?” He whispers in between kisses, using all his strength to not slam into you already. He just loved to hear you say it, have your pretty lips pout around the word that had been used to taunt him for so long, needy for you to give it another meaning. "I gotta hear it, baby, c'mon-"

“Fuck yes, chef- please fuck me-” Your thighs quiver with want, mouth completely disconnected from your brain as the words tumble down. “Please, chef? Pretty, pretty please?” 

His eyes grow soft and his dick hard at the way you whine your words, hips rocking along his length leaving him delirious and pussy-drunk before he’s even inside you. Carmy plants a firm hand at the base of your spine, using it to guide you down his stiff cock until the last bit of air is pushed out your lungs.

“Fuck-” You groan, throwing your head back then letting it fall over his shoulder as he lifts you up and lets you drop over and over again.

Your hands dig at his back, clawing over undried paint you’ve forgotten is there and smearing careless streaks of blue and pink over his chest. The beautiful sound of smacking skin and his breathy moans growing louder around you go straight to your core, igniting the tingling sensation that runs up and down your thighs once again.

His eyes can’t seem to look away from your face, too bewitched by the way your lips hang parted and the fine layer of sweat covering your skin. While his hand rounds your body and runs circles over your nub, his teeth latch onto the breasts bouncing in his line of vision, pretty bruises flourish and decorate the skin with his own personal mark.

“Bear- baby- fuck-” Fragments of a sentence is all you’re able to utter, pushed out and punctuated by the snap of his hips increasing in speed.

You feel every one of his thrusts too deeply inside you from that angle, along with the constant nibbling over your tender breast and you think you might just go mad from the overstimulation. You roll your hips along with his when the tension in your navel begins to grow. One hand circles his neck and buries inside sweaty locks while the other tries to grip onto the wall for any sense of stability. Your legs tremble, the tension builds and without warning, your grip on his cock pulls the air from his lungs as he feels you spasm around him and come with a gutural gasp.

Carmy digs into the skin of your hips lifting you up for a few more thrusts before the tightness of your walls grows too much. His neck flushes red with the force of his release, the groan vibrating next to your ear makes the thin hairs on your body rise with chills.

The drained energy finally catches up to you both and Carmy lets gravity pull him down to the comfort of the soft bed, holding you tight in his arms and pulling you down with him. You’re too blissed out to warn him about the paint still fresh, now pressing over the white sheets disparaging the bed.

It’s only when he turns to carefully place you beside him- arms secure around you- that you open your eyes and notice the array of smeared paint covering both your chests and around his neck. The laughs rippling from your chest are too contagious for Carmy to stay quiet, joining on once he gets a view of himself and the lilac prints around your face that match with the size of his thumbs.

“See?” He whispers once you’ve both run out of laughter, sapphire eyes dancing around your glowing face and hand traveling up to caress your cheek. “I was right about the abstract painting…”

"Yeah..." You grin back. "And so much for not wanting to get paint on the bed..."

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Taglist: @pearlstiare @teteminne, @beebslebobs, @harrysmatcha, @yum-yahgurt, @pussy-f41ry and that’s it lmao

[majestativa]

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.

— The 23rd Psalm, quoted by ALAN MOORE ⚜️ V for Vendetta, (1982)

[divinehedons]

nothing good.

navigation: masterlist

pairing: javier peña x foreign journalist!afab!reader

word count: ~3k

summary: javier peña recounts a tumultuous affair with you, one that while all-consuming, occured only within the span of three meetings.

warnings: this fic contains explicit sex, minors DO NOT interact! p-in-v sex, canon-typical corruption and javi's morbid consumption of cigarettes, angst angst angsty angst.

note: this is a self-indulgent fic written with getaway car on repeat in the background. because of that, i've started singing it as, "javi in the getaway car." i hope you enjoy and thank you so much for the influx of support! reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

"Do you remember how we met, cariño?" he whispers, quickly followed by the sound of a long exhale. A motion so familiar, you could swear you smell the menthols he always smoked; lounged in bed, in the office, after a long day, on the walks you both took.

It was that train of thought that pulls you back to the day you yourself remembered well. The threshold of you and Javi. It was a humid evening, like any other humid evenings you had in Bogota. The racuous night life, ruled mostly by hijinks and crime, and the smell of electricity in the air. You remember the dress you wore that evening. You remember feeling sort-of-nice about yourself.

His version: he was on the lookout for a tip about a syndicate in the city, some loose connection to Escobar with a few boys. You, the helpless, lost, and lovely little lamb who happened to knock on his car window asking if he can help you find your hotel. That he looked like a cop, anyway, so you thought you'd ask. He's met enough of the lost tourists every now and then, although none as pretty or as goddamn fuckable as you were. So of course he drove you back; he flirted tooth and nail to get in your bed, too. He didn't get the collar for the arrest when their target did eventually show up. But he didn't mind it one bit.

Your version of the story varied in some aspects.

Your version: Escobar had lured enough attention to fly you out to Columbia- you, the pretty face that could get through places your colleagues couldn't go to. You got close that evening, even meeting with a local dealer with your bashful eyes and a few drinks at the local watering hole. But the moment he feels up your skirt, you knew you had to get away. So you pretend to go to the restroom, using the nearest payphone to call in a tip, and then climbing up the bathroom window and into the back alley where you slipped away. Five minutes later, you see the typical undercover cop, not as undercover as he thinks he is.

So you decided to save him, knocking on his window with the flirtiest smile on your face. It's easy to know what he wants, with his eyes sneaking glances at the valley of your chest, the curves of your body. It's easy when you lean over to kiss his cheek as thanks.

"I'm Javier, what's your name?" You look over with a small smile and reply with your own.

"Nice to meet you, Javier."

The decision is right there, so you take it. You fuck a cop so you can hide the inklings of suggestions that can expose your doing.

"We fucked that night, didn't we?" You hear him laugh at the other end, your crass wording summarizing the excitement of that evening.

But you did fuck. His moustache nuzzling against the crook of your neck as his cock drives you wide open, your legs on his shoulders, your moans forever echoing within the receses of his brain even when he left you, satiated and reporting back to process the paperwork of the arrest he didn't get to make.

Sometime before that, though, you find out he's more agent than cop. It turns out, men are much more willing to talk when they're fresh post-coitus. He speaks about the American South momentarily, evidently guarded. He cups his hand over the match you lit up, chasing the flame to light a cigarette as he makes his first awkward excuse to get out of your room. You laugh at him, turning over to call for room service as he dresses himself.

"See you never, cowboy."

He thinks of your warm cunt on the long night that follows after. The taste of your wetness would remain in his memory even after the next time he fucked a different girl; an ambitious lady of the night he wanted to recruit as his spy. You'd haunt him as your laughter emanates when the nights are too quiet, trailing before those four words he mutters under his breath when memory hits him too strongly.

See you never, cowboy.

—

From the other end of the line, he mutters something in Spanish, knowing you understand very little. "Fuckin' haunted me like a ghost, baby." Another deep breath, this time followed by the swig of whisky. "Funny thing was, the next time I saw you, you were coming outta prison."

"To be fair, Peña, I was recovering a stolen camera." You laugh too. "And it was a police station."

Ah, that stolen camera. Javier remember the day when he would have knelt before that camera of yours in complete submission for bringing him back in your life.

He had been checking in on Carrillo, a week or so after, planning out the fragments of their next plan of action when he sees you, fuck eyes and all, right at the front desk of the station, flipping frantically through a Spanish-English dictionary in an attempt to try and understand the procedure you were supposed to be doing.

He leaned against the doorway for a moment, finishing the last of his cigarette before chuckling as he exhaled the smoke. "She said you're supposed to fill out the form," he finally said, watching your head turn and recognize his voice as he tips his head slightly. "Did you get into trouble or somethin'?"

It takes a moment for you to collect the form and make your way to him while the officer disappears to retrieve your belongings, a moment before you settle down into the nearest seat beside him with a breathy thanks, searching your bag for a pen. "No, no trouble... My camera got snatched while I was exploring the city. It was empty, but I'm glad it turned up again."

When you finish filling up and handing over the form, he stands beside you, easily translating between you and the officer. An affair that had been going on for half an hour, over and done with barely fifteen minutes since Javi saw you.

He takes the chance before you slip between his fingers again.

"At the risk of being painful turned down by a pretty woman, d'you maybe want to go out tonight?"

You look to him, and he barely catches the glint of hope, maybe even mischief, in your eyes. But you play it along, tilting your head to the side as if weighing your own options. It was a foregone conclusion. You've been thinking about him, too.

"C'mon. I'll show you around like a true local."

You sigh, smiling lightly as you reach for his hand, scribbling the hotel you were at now and the room number.

"Tonight at 8, Javier. I'll be waiting."

Admittedly, you had your own reasons for involving yourself with the agent. Because, in the week beforehand leading up to the robbery of your camera, you knew you were being followed by unsavory company. You knew too much. You talked to too many people. You linked too many powerful people to a much bigger conspiracy.

You understood, most of all, that these men were capitalizing on troubled people battling their own addictions.

You had to get out of the country. You had to get out fast. And when you did, you had to make sure the incriminating photos you had taken were in the hands of someone who wouldn't destroy them.

The evening rolls around and you dress up well, applying the finishing touches of your lipstick when you hear the knock on the door. It's the image of him, leaning against the doorway, with his leather jacket and combed hair, reeking of menthols. It's how you'll always remember him.

"Ready to go, sweetheart?"

You smile at him, slipping on your cardigan while you fiddled with the prints in your pocket. The folded up collection of evidence that could very much have you killed.

"Born ready, agent."

The evening he planned was conventional, albeit the order different. The stereotypical dinner and a movie for him became a movie and then dinner. The reason was logical enough. "Well, that way, I'm sure we have something to talk about over dinner and it's not awkward." You laugh, but you eventually remark it as a smart move.

He takes you to see Indiana Jones, and he flirts hard. He plays off slipping his arm around your shoulder. He plays off pulling you close to him. He plays off sneaking popcorn from your tub. You play it off too. You play off the fact that you could've caught him staring at you for half of the movie. You play off the fact that you eventually lean your head on his shoulder. You even play off the way you hold the hand from the arm he had wrapped around you, pretending you didn't see the way it produced a shit-eating grin to his face.

Javi takes you for empanadas after. letting you talk about how much you enjoyed it, how you crushed on Harrison Ford (He's so smart, isn't he?), and even how you'd never survive such scenarios.

"You worry your head too much, pretty baby."

Somehow, between empanadas and the late night haze, you end up tugging Javier back to your hotel room, giggling like a teenager as you kiss him again, his mouth, where skin was uncovered by his moustache, had turned rouge from your lipstick and the way you kissed each other so hungrily.

He pushes you into the room just as you giggle and tear your cardigan off. "Hm, thank you for tonight, agent," you whisper, pulling him close for another kiss as he shuts the door behind him. He chuckles deeply, thick fingers trapping themselves in your hair as he tugs, forcing you to tilt your head back so he can attack the expanse of your neck.

"So respectful, pretty lady. It's why you're such a good fuck—"

You laugh, fingers reaching blindly to unbutton his shirt, to free him fast enough of his clothes. He's not so patient. He simply grabs and tears your clothes open, a brute show of strength that leaves your head spinning and your knees weak. All of it, happening so fast, until he was fucking you from behind, your hands gripping the headboard as the torrent of desire overtakes you both.

"I'm starting to think you love this cunt, Javier," you moan out, earning a growl from him as he wraps his large left hand around your neck, pulling you back so you arch your back for him. It makes you squeal, moaning into the warm, humid air of the Colombian evening.

"Maybe I do, corazon. What'ya gonna do about it?"

Just then, he thrusts the hardest, spearing you wide open. The sound that comes from you is so heavenly he almost thinks he just heard an angel sing to him.

"That's it. Take it like a good girl..."

It is the image of your face, features induced by an orgasm that he almost started believing again. He, who left a woman on the altar, the eternal betrayer. He, who had fucked his way through the prostitutes of Bogota. He, who looked at every woman from head to toe. He, the eternal womanizer, brought to his knees just by you.

Perhaps that was why fate had brought you into his life. To teach him a lesson he'll never forget.

That time around, he's not tripping over himself to get out of your room, completely basking in the way you look, chest heaving as he retrieves the packet of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. It's that brief distraction that you use, not only to slip the folded up prints in the pocket of his pants in the other end of the room, but to get the camera you just got back, loaded with new film as you take a picture of him with a fresh cigarette between his lips.

The flash that goes off reveals your intentions. "Now, now, you didn't ask if you could do that, pretty baby," he says smoothly, puffing out smoke, letting the tension build between you. You smile cheekily at him, winding the reel forward. It takes a moment, but you recognized it in his eye.

Just as easily, he pounced at you with the renewed beastly strength of a panther, pinning you down and smirking at the sound of your giggling, hair sprawled beneath you as he grabs the same camera, taking a photo of you, laughing and smiling so brightly he would've thought you were the sun.

When your laughter fades, it's when you speak to him. It's as if you could never trick him as you planned to beforehand. "I... I left a few prints in the pocket of your pants."

He pauses, cigarette now halfway done as he raises his brow.

You think, retrospectively, that you recognized the moment the palatable magic between the two of you fades into nothing. That you recognized the moment the dream ended and reality set in.

He stands, smudging out his cigarette as he inspects his pockets. And there it was, the pictures you never meant to see, the pictures that you knew would greatly help the manhunt against Escobar. The path that would lead Peña to fulfill his duty.

"Where—"

"I don't think it matters."

He sends you a glare, turning over to the next print. And then the next, and then the next. "You lost the fuckin' right to tell what does or does not matter." Then, methodically, he folds them up and sets them down on the ruined sheets. "Are you some fuckin' snitch?"

It was your turn to glare, sitting up from where you lay on the floor, hands propping you up behind. "No—" you began, "I do this for a living, Javi."

Perhaps that was when he knew that it was over. He tries not to show it: the sweet shock as sharp as a gunshot wound.

Again and again and again, the same words you said when he first met you echoes in his ears. A warning, he now sees, that he should have listened to when he had the chance.

See you never, cowboy.

—

From then on, it became an administrative affair. You never saw him— but they spent agent after agent organizing your escape from the country without your head getting blown off.

The last time you saw Javier Peña, it was the night the Embassy was driving you to the airport, guised under a different name. Left alone in a small office space, he looks to you like a wounded puppy, betrayed and barely hiding his hurt.

"Is it such a mystery?" you ask him, turning away to pretend to fix your hair in a mirror. Really, all you wanted to do was to stop seeing his puppy-eyed face. Because, you knew too, that one word from him would be enough to make you stay, safety be damned. "You know the place where you first met me. I was always going to leave first."

He scoffs, standing up and walking away.

There were two versions of the last meeting:

Your version: the last thing you saw of him in Bogota was his wide shoulders, turned away from you, walking away and shutting the door to give you some so-called privacy. You grit your teeth, clenching your fists around the letter you wished to give him before you left. You turn around, dropping it into the nearest bin. The conclusion of an affair marked for a messy end. "See you never, cowboy."

His version: you, disappearing into the backseat of an unmarked car. In the early evening, he sees the silhouette of your frame, calmly seated as the car started, driving away into the dark Columbian evening. The shadow of you, riding away in a getaway car. He puffs the last smoke out of his cigarette, dropping it in the ashtray to allow the last embers to burn through whatever was left. Then he turns around, going back to his work without another word said.

He should've known. Nothing good starts in a getaway car.

—

He called you, now months later, when he received an envelope containing only two prints, shipped all the way from another land. The prints made it evident from who he receive the package.

It was the two pictures the second time he fucked you. Moments before everything fell apart and set you flying away like shrapnel.

Bogota, to you, had become a distant memory. A job you did some time ago. If it wasn't for Javier, you would have never remembered the name of the city. Not when the rest of the world was brimming with stories.

Bogota, to him, now only existed with the shadow of you. He catches himself, every now and then, thinking about how you'd enjoy the new movie they released over the weekend. How you'd hold on to his arm and talk his ear off about the things he found interesting. How the beds he found himself laying on contained the ghost of your perfume.

So he buried himself in work. And then slowly, he fucked other people just to find traces of you in their willing bodies and dark rooms. It was never the same. And he's starting to think it'll never be the same.

Having recounted everything, the two of you listen to each other's breaths, not caring for how expensive such a call was going to be.

"So..." you tried to start, clearing your throat. "Why did you call?"

He thinks about it himself for a moment. He swallows once. Then another time.

"You know, if you asked, I would have shared my life with you."

[feminaferitas]

"I'm trying," she said, as if she believed it.

In her heart, Jackie knew she really was trying -- but her 100% wasn't the same as everyone else's 100%. Not even on the field, if what Coach Martinez had told her was any indication. This... none of this was easy, and none of it was what she wanted. Her strength was influence, but without the structure to uphold it, it didn't mean anything.

Shauna had told her she was good at making others feel better just by being there. But in the weeks since the crash, all Jackie seemed to do was make everyone upset with her. How could she try to stay positive for everyone else when she couldn't even do it for herself?

The girl looked over at Akilah. Admittedly she didn't know her all that well, having just moved up from JV under the circumstances. A reward for her competence -- she wondered if Akilah resented that twist of fate (and the twist of Allie's fucking leg). And yet, despite Tai's ruthlessness, everyone saw her as a much better leader out here.

"You know, you're really brave," Jackie said softly. It wasn't meant to be patronizing, and she hoped it didn't sound like it. "I mean... stepping in for a championship game should be hell on the nerves enough, but ending up in all of this? I know it wasn't what you probably ever imagined. I know I wasn't really your captain or anything but... we're lucky to have you on the team."

Still, Jackie couldn't help but want to find a hole to crawl in and wait for the inevitable. She wasn't a hunter like Natalie, didn't want to get dead meat and blood under her nails like Shauna. Carrying water was okay, but others did it faster and had stronger arms than her. And, god... she couldn't put a name to it but she was spiraling out here. Because no matter what she did, it wouldn't be good enough. And it wasn't fair of her to push her problems on Akilah, but it was nice to have someone who didn't look like she wanted to tear Jackie's head off just for breathing.

"What if I just... can't figure it out? Everyone has their thing already."

@feminaferitas said, "Maybe it makes me selfish. I don't think it makes me wrong."

It's been frustrating to watch Jackie these past few weeks,   noticing the way she seemed to turn her nose up at the tasks they've all been forced to complete in order to make it through another day here.   Akilah never wants to judge the way any of her teammates cope with their conditions,   because she knows firsthand just how horrifying their circumstances are and how easy it would be just to completely shut down,   but she also knows that without them all coming together,   without the help of everyone,   they'll eventually start turning against each other,   and that's the last thing she wants.   Maybe Jackie needs a push in the right direction  —    though Akilah isn't sure she's the right person to do it.   All she can try to do now is remind her what's important,   try to reason with her in a way that maybe no one else has.

❝  I don't think it makes you selfish,  ❞    she says quietly,   though she's sure the others wouldn't agree,  given the glares and the sighs that have been shot Jackie's way every time it feels like she's unwilling to help.   Akilah's not innocent from that,  either,  finding herself frustrated with Jackie despite the logic in her brain reminding her that she's just as scared as the rest of them,  too.   She takes a deep breath,   shaking her head as she thinks it over.   ❝  Hey,  I know it's hard,   trying to figure out what you're good at out here.   It's not easy for me,  either.  ❞    That's not entirely true;   her girl scout training has prepared her for this,   in some twisted way,   and she's doing everything she can to try to prove her own worth,   something in her gut telling her that's going to be important,  the way others may perceive it just as they watch Jackie.   But if it helps level with Jackie and make her feel better,  then she'll say it anyway.   

She can't shake the way it feels wrong,   being the one to say any of this.   She's younger than most of them,   and she's not used to being part of their team,   only brought to nationals last minute because of Allie's injury.   She's still trying to figure out her place here and when it's okay to speak up,   but she likes Jackie,   and she doesn't want to see anyone turn against her —  nor does she want to,  either,   so she's trying.   ❝   But you'll figure it out.   We just,   you know,   all have to do our part.  It's how we're going to survive.  ❞

[pinehutch]

When I say that I want to be evil

what I mean is I want to be powerful. What I mean is I want to be free.

Some weeks ago I spent more money than I should have on my first ever (ever!) two-piece swimsuit. You have to understand that as a child I was told I was fat, and as a teen I was told I was fat, and as an adult I've always been fat*, and you can't read your way out of the shame caused not strictly by the word but by its connotations.

(I know, because I've tried. I have been trying for almost twenty years. Looking for plus-sized fashion brought me to the digital 'fatosphere.' It made me a better person as I learned about another dimension of intersectionality and about power and oppression. It made me feel like I could wear clothing that I liked. It made me more informed about the diet and wellness industry. It's been over 20 years since I first read a critique of the BMI; it's been almost as long since I started wondering why gros/se in my close-second language didn't have the same (haha) weight to it as fat does, in my first.)

At the tail end of June, days long and scorching, I stepped into a two-piece swimsuit with a deep-v neckline and my whole midsection exposed and I spent the day in full view of dozens (hundreds?) of strangers. Cold, cold water on the joints; warm, soft pools for the evening. My hair got bigger and bigger. My neck and chest sunburned. My midriff stayed comically, blindingly pale, and everything else? It was lovely; it was fine. I rarely thought about my body, unless it was 'this feels nice' or 'my swimsuit is so pretty.' I took a selfie, even, though I deleted it. I was worried that posting it would count as thirst-trapping; shame has cored out and replaced so much of me. It was a good pic, though, and I wish I'd kept it.

What was true of me that day: I was a quite tall, very fat femme person whose feet swell with arthritis and whose hair takes up the entire frame and who's had cellulite since grade eight. What else was true: many people complimented my swimsuit. I looked out across the valleys and the mountains from the top of my almost-six-feet. I let my shoulders roll back and smiled at the sight of my bare skin gone blue-wavering-dappled beneath the surface. I stood tall. I made eye contact. I enjoyed delightful company, and let that enjoyment extend to the simple pleasure of having a body that felt fairly good, in garments I had chosen for the joy of it.

You can't read your way out of shame; it's only part of the equation. I didn't go swimming the next day with my family members, because I didn't want to feel them looking at my body and being disappointed that What A Beautiful Girl turned out like I did (though: if What A Beautiful Girl then why You Need To Watch What You Eat?). But for an entire day I felt like anyone else, gentle enough, good enough, in my skin.

It would have been good for me to swim with my family that weekend, because I'm finding that - as in all things - the practice is important. You can't read your way out of shame, not entirely, but in working with and through it there's maybe a chance to rewrite our stories.

There's a fallacy that I think a lot of us fall into, when we're trying to counter and challenge fatphobia, both culturally and in ourselves. It's the fallacy of the Good Fat. It's why I want to tell you about how two-pieces are maybe a better swimwear choice for me because of the drastic difference between my tits and hips vs my waist. It's why I wanted to post that selfie, so people could shoutycaps and fire emoji me on twitter. It's why I want to craft this post into a narrative where spending a single day mostly-unburdened by body shame has led to a hot girl summer, and I'm walking for miles every day and going to the pool four times a week. (I'm not. I still have a day job, and writing to do, and a physical disability, and the ol' depression. I'm more active than I was three months ago, and working to improve that, but still. It's not a lot.)

It is, simply, the same lie as we tell ourselves along so many different axes of marginalization: that as long as we are exceptional in a way equal and opposite to our marginalization, we'll be fine. It's the model that says you earn the right to exist fat and unashamed by being healthy, by being active, by being hot. Sorry my hip is squished against yours on the airplane; at least I've got a nice face and good hair and am well-dressed, wanna admire my hip-to-waist ratio about it?

There's no such thing as a Good Fat because we live in an inherently fatphobic world. I mean: airplane seats are too small for anyone average sized. I mean: 20 years ago I was a size 16/18 and couldn't fit into the newer lecture hall seats at my university without a lot of stress and embarrassment. I mean: I can't buy a compression sleeve for my arthritic joints at the drug store. If I ever needed to take Plan B, it might not work because I weigh (as do most adults of my acquaintance) more than 165lbs. You cannot be hot enough or active enough or well-dressed enough to escape from this; the only option is to be Not Fat.

But why on earth would we want to accept this? We know the system is fucked up and evil, and so: we want to be evil. Just a little bit, just enough. We want to be hot villains. We want to serve cunt and to be cunts. We want to nailcare emoji, fire emoji, crown emoji, and we want to take no prisoners unless it's between our thick thick thighs. Sit on their face; if they die, they die. It's fun and sexy, in a world where "everything is sex, except sex, which is power" to dig in and grab handfuls of what looks like empowerment, fuck the rest of it, get what makes you feel best.

It's a mirage; freedom doesn't live there.

Because of course fat people are hot. Fat bodies are desirable. Fat bodies are strong, sometimes, and athletic, sometimes, and powerful in whatever way you'd like to read that. That's true no matter what.

And yet (this will hurt) fat bodies are still (I'm sorry, I'm so sorry) not good enough. If the system is the problem, your individual empowerment is not the (whole) solution.

When I say that I want to be evil, what I mean is I want to be free. I want the strange rare days I've known I was desirable because I was desired, specifically and individually. I want the days where I grant myself dignity. I want the day where I lived peacefully in my mostly-naked body around hundreds of strangers, and went to bed happy.

Reading is input, it's taking in. I can't read my way all the way out of fatphobia, out of body shame because that's like trying to put out a forest fire 2000km away by throwing baking soda on your stove element. (Not harmful, but insufficient and misdirected.) It has been so helpful to know that other people wrestle with all of this, in ways that are more intelligent and expert than mine; it doesn't change material reality, though.

It's not the shame that's the problem, but where it comes from. It's not my internalized fatphobia or low self-worth or lack of body confidence that keeps people from life-saving medical care because their doctors were obsessed with their weight instead of their symptoms. My soft abdomen has never shamed a stranger on the internet, my calves (never in tall boots) haven't forced someone to buy a second seat.

Maybe it's time that I redefine what I mean when I say I want to be evil. I want to be a hot villain that was justified in their takedown of the status quo. I want to put a crown on every head. I want these thick thighs under me as I pull you into my lap and love you, and to use those fire emojis to make room for new growth.

I want us all at the pool together, celebrating as the sun sets.

*I'm using "fat" to here mean something like "size 16 US women's or larger," but there's no good definition

[feminaferitas]

@ashesrebirthed {jackie} is huddled outside when Nat returns...

Nat and Travis had a lot of shit to sort out. That's what they determined when they left the cabin after the botched mess of a Doomcoming (which could have been pretty fun up until that absolute clusterfuck of Lottie-fueled bullshit, all things considered). But everything between them sort of paled in comparison to the fact that they couldn't find Javi. The nights were getting colder and the food was scarce -- so where could he have gone?

As much as she wanted to help Travis, both teens were still raw over the betrayal that had transpired. Sleeping with the enemy, if they wanted to get cute about it. But... there was no time for that now. There were too many broken pieces for Travis for Natalie to pick up -- better they focus on the freshest ones, where the edges were sharpest.

She'd done too much already for this to be the way it went. She broke his dad's goddamn finger off for that ring he gave to Javi. She was the one picking up the gun to feed the team, when food could be found. To lose anyone now felt like failure. It felt like a waste of survival. They were not losing anyone else if they could help it. Least of all, Natalie didn't want to watch herself losing Travis day by day. It was in his eyes, a light receding and dimming.

"We'll go back out first thing in the morning and look for him," she grunted as they returned to the cabin. Her vow was gruff but earnest, all she had to give at this point. The crash site was too cold for an overnight venture now. Better to be back with the team, where Javi may have already returned. But as they approached in the dusky clearing, a sight caught her eye -- huddled in her varsity jacket, Jackie. Sitting on a stump alone in the woods, looking like a fucking pariah. Natalie rolled her eyes, inwardly groaning. The waning light in the cabin window was warm and buttery, so what the hell was this about?

Natalie put a hand on Travis' bicep and urged him to go inside. He did quietly, without question. Then she tromped her dirt-crusted boots towards the place where a fire would have been, for anyone slightly competent in survival skills.

"Hey, c'mon -- the fuck is this about, Jackie? This the next step of your hunger strike, or --?"

[thefallennightmare]

Back with another Landon thought since they don’t ever stop. This one is a bit sweeter than the last one I posted. Just sweet Landon.

18+ CW BELOW THE CUT(public sex, unprotected p in v, sweet but slight possessive Landon, praise kink, cock warming, and language)

The sun beat down on my bare back, covered by the thin material of my swimsuit; a cute olive green one. I adjusted my position from my stomach to lay on my back, needing to tan my front side. It was an off day from tour so everyone in The Plot in You camp decided to spend it at the lake. All of us had been working extremely hard the last week so a day outside relaxing in the sun, I was eager to get there; even though the files upon files of photos and videos I needed to edit were waiting for me on my laptop back at the bus. 

“Did you reapply sunscreen?” 

Raising my sunglasses, I raised myself on my elbows as I lay on the blanket in the sand to look over at Josh who was holding up a bottle of sunscreen. 

“Depends, are you asking to reapply for me?” I teased with a sly smile. 

He snorted before tossing me the bottle, me catching it mid air. My casual flirty banter was what I was known for. It was all in good fun and made things comfortable for me to be in a group of guys; as weird as that sounded. Everyone here made me feel welcomed when I first started four months ago which I was grateful for. They were all great friends of mine and the flirting was all harmless. 

Well, all were harmless but for one. 

As I rubbed the sunscreen into my red skin thanks to the tanning, I peered through my sunglasses over towards Landon who was resting in the water on a raft. The tattoos littered his chest and arms almost glowed with the water. I nibbled on my bottom lip when I noticed Landon was already watching me rub the sunscreen into the skin above my breasts. 

Things between us were different from the rest. 

It was always stolen glances, lingering touches, and the occasional finding ourselves stuck in an enclosed space together. But that’s all it ever was, much to my dismay. It was pretty evident I had feelings for Landon but was too shy with him to take it a step further mostly because it wasn’t clear what he wanted. 

Sure he would let his eyes burn as he drank me in or would playfully smirk at me when I was up on stage taking pictures of the band. But he’d never come out right and say anything. 

Noticing he was still watching me, I decided to test the waters with my plan and spread the sunscreen lower in the valley of my breasts. I slowly worked it into the skin while peeling away the fabric of my swimsuit slightly to press the sunscreen into the skin there. I wasn’t showing my full breasts but due to the angle where Landon was floating in the water, there wasn’t a doubt out in my mind he got a little peek. 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he adjusted his hat and slowly began rising out of the water to walk up the sand towards me. Swallowing thickly, I glanced at him as he blocked the sun's rays with his large form. 

“Do you need me to get your back?” His voice was strained, almost as if he was trying to hold himself back. 

Phase one of my plan? Check. 

I took a deep breath to gather my courage, pushing away my nerves, and shook the bottle at him. “Do you mind?” 

Our fingers brushed when he took the bottle from me and I felt a spark surge through me when he motioned for me to lay back on my stomach. He sat on the back of my knees, both of his locking me in place on either side of me. The water dripped from his soaked shorts onto my skin, making me shiver. The water had been freezing when we first arrived a few hours ago and I refused to dip my toes in it. 

“Sorry,” Landon chuckled when he noticed me shivering underneath him. 

But it wasn’t only for the water but because of how he felt on top of me when he worked in the sunscreen on my back, working out the tense muscles as he went. I had to bite back a moan not only because of his fingers dragging down my back but because it truly felt euphoric as he massaged my back. 

“Is this okay?” He wondered, moving his hands lower. 

My swimsuit was a one piece but a lower exposed back and the bottom pulled up between my ass cheeks, almost like a thong. 

“Just as long as you cover all of me. I don’t need a handprint being tanned into my ass because you missed it,” I teased while looking over my shoulder at him. 

Landon’s eyes met mine and darted his tongue out to wet his lips when I mentioned my ass. His fingers ghosted over it, a teasing gleam in his eyes now. I froze under his touch, not because he was about to touch my ass, but the fact he could possibly see the wet spot between my legs. Teasing him and then having his hand all over me had worked me up and I couldn’t help the way my body reacted. 

The rest of the guys had parted from the beach and were all swimming in the water, meaning they couldn't hear us. Or see what we were doing unless they were close by. To them, it seemed like Lanodn was innocently applying sunscreen to my back for me. But to us, he was dragging a finger down my spine and over the swell of my ass. 

He leaned his tall body over my back so he could breath against the crook of my neck. “Green is your color, dove.” 

My heart lurched into my throat when his pet name for me lingered into my skin. The first time he uttered it to me was earlier in the week when we arrived at the first venue for the tour and we both found ourselves alone in the truck that held the equipment. I was helping unload and lifted a heavy crate to which Landon was there to grab it from me when I was struggling slightly. 

“Careful, dove. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” 

I blinked at him. “Dove?” 

Landon’s face twitched when he realized what he had said. “Sorry, it just slipped out. If you don’t like it or are uncomfortable, I understand.” 

“No!” I was quick to wave him off. “I-I like it.”

A wide smirk spread to his face, causing the skin next to his eyes to crinkle. “Good, because it stays. Dove.”

A soft breeze brushed over my skin even with Landon’s body heat wrapping around me as he still hovered. 

“I remember you mentioning you love the color green,” I admitted while removing my sunglasses so I could look up into those dark eyes. 

He hummed while brushing away a strand of hair from my face, applying sunscreen to me long forgotten as he laid his body next to mine. I let my eyes trace the designs of tattoos across his skin and tried so hard not to trace it with my tongue. 

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked while letting his inner battles win and traced his finger over my shoulder, tracing the patterns the freckles made. 

Even though the nerves ate away at me for what he was about to divulge, I did my best to nod. 

“The second I saw you step off the bus wearing this swimsuit I knew I wanted to fuck you in it,” Landon leaned forward to whisper in my ear. 

A moan fell from my lips as I kept my gaze from meeting his, not wanting him to know how bad I wanted that. 

His knuckle lifted my chin, giving me no choice but to look at him. “Can I?” 

Something about him being so sweet with his question made my insides warm, even though I was freaking out. 

“Won’t this make things weird for us?” I asked. 

“I don’t see how,” Landon’s hand was now resting low on my hip. “Something tells me you want it just as much as me.” 

Now I could help the teasing smirk as I rested up on an elbow so I could bring my lips closer to his. 

“I think you’re wrong.”

“The wet spot between your legs tells me I’m right, dove,” he faintly brushed his lips over mine before tapping my hip. “Face the water.” 

My eyes widened. “Wait, we’re doing it here?” 

“I can’t wait until we get back to the bus, Y/N. I’ve been forcing myself to not want you but I can’t do that anymore. I need to feel you,” Landon admitted before helping me turn to face the water while he laid behind me. 

My entire body was set ablaze knowing that he felt the same way I had. Months of flirting and dancing around each other led to this moment; us fucking on the beach while the rest of our friends could possibly see if they looked close enough. I made this known to Landon, who reached for another blanket we’d brought and laid it over our bodies to cover our lower halves. The sun was setting, bringing a slight chill along with it so it wasn’t odd. To everyone else, it seemed like we were taking a nap together.  

Landon’s fingers palmed my ass causing him to groan in the back of my head. 

“I’m sorry if I ruin your swimsuit,” he apologized while pulling it to the side so he could have full access to my pussy. 

“You’ll just have to buy me a new one,” I said. 

A soft kiss to my head. “I’ll buy you whatever you want, dove. If you let me.” 

He pulled out his cock from his shorts and brushed the head along my folds, causing my eyes to roll back as my forehead fell to the blanket. 

“Are you on anything?” Landon asked. 

I nodded while pressing my ass against him. “Please no teasing. I’ve been wanting this for a long time, Landon.” 

He said nothing, simply pressing himself fully inside of me causing us both to moan. At first his pace was slow, wanting to feel all of me as I clamped around his cock. I did my best not to move much, not wanting to give way to the others what we were doing underneath the blanket. Since Landon’s one arm was supporting my head now and the other gripping my hip, I held the bottom of my swim suit to the side so he could fuck into me. His cock was thick, filling me up completely and I desperately wanted to see how it looked. 

Another time. 

“Landon,” I moaned. “It’s so good.” 

His breathing was warm against my ear. “You feel just like I imagined, dove. I’m not going to last long.” 

I pressed a kiss to the colorful designs on his arm. “Neither am I.” 

Both of us moved slowly together, enjoying the sensual moment together as the sun set bathed us both in a glow of orange and purples. Landon left kisses along my neck as he pulled his cock nearly out right before filling me up again; over and over until I was able to finally let euphoria win as I gave into him. I bit the skin of his arm to muffle my yell when my orgasm hit, body writing against him. 

“You did so good, dove. Such a good girl for me,” Landon’s snaps of his hips were becoming more fast paced as he chased his own release. 

Movement caught my attention and I noticed that the rest of the guys were starting to leave the water, walking up to us, and Landon grumbled under his breath. 

“When we get back to the bus, I’m not letting you leave my bunk. I want you all for myself.” 

I rested the back of my head against his chest. “You have me, Landon. Now cum for me. Fill me up.” 

He made a low noise in the back of his throat as his cock swelled inside of me moments before he spilled all of him inside of me, coating my walls. Just in time because Ethan stopped in front of our blanket and looked down at us. 

“Are you guys done doing whatever it is you’re doing or can we eat now?” 

Landon flipped him off and pulled me closer to his chest by wrapping his arm around me. “Fuck off, Ethan.”

He made no move to remove his cock from inside of me as we allowed ourselves to fall into a small nap while the others started prepping everything for our fire barbeque. 

[sissylittlefeather]

Cream (pie) valley

You start working as a nurse at whatever the fuck the name of the boxing place is called in cream valley. Walter keeps getting the shit beat out of him and comes to see you every day. After a few unfortunate events he ends up getting kicked in the balls and comes to you for help, you aren’t expecting much from this baby man, but when he pulls his shorts down you realize his dick is fucking massive. He’s extremely shy about it which just makes him cuter. Things happen and you find out he’s still a virgin and has no idea how to use his massive dick. So you decided to give him a training session if you own to drain his very large very bruised balls in hopes that they’ll feel better (yes this is a breeding thing)

Hey Anonnnn... so I paused my 200 Celebration Requests and wrote this for you. It is so dirtyyyyy but I kinda love it 😂

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m&f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie(s), breeding kink, I think that's all...

Cream(pie) Valley

There aren't too many jobs for nurses in Cream Valley. You have to stay here, though, because who would take care of your mother if you didn't? So, reluctantly, you accept a job working for Willy Grogan's place taking care of the boxers. You're not exactly excited to patch up sweaty, bloody men all the time, but it's a job. It doesn't help that you're young and cute and the only female that isn't Dolly on the premises. It's become like a competition for the guys to see who can get to you first. As such, you've developed a rather chilly demeanor to keep them away. That is, until they bring you Galahad.

After his first sparring match with Joey, his nose and his mouth are both bleeding pretty badly. The guys start to joke with him that he'll have to go see you.

"Ohhh, you're going to have to pay a visit to Nurse Hot Tits!"

"She might be made of ice, but her ass sure jiggles like it's not!"

Walter blushes.

"Aw, no guys, don't talk about 'er like that." He hasn't even met you, but he doesn't like that they're disrespectful.

"You just wait til you see her, Galahad." They laugh and drop him off outside your door. He knocks and nervously waits for you to answer. He's always been a little awkward around pretty girls.

You open the door and it's like he's been punched again in the stomach. He tries to keep his eyes on your face, but he can't help but notice the way your nurse's uniform hugs your curves, accentuating your breasts and hips. He swallows deeply and tries to smile politely.

You're a little taken aback at the sight in front of you. Even with the blood running from his nose, he's beautiful. You're overcome with a need to run your fingers through his hair and slide your other hand down his...

"Hi, ma'am. I'm Walter. They told me you could help me with his." He points to his face.

"Oh! Of course. Come on in, honey." You're shocked by your use of the pet name. But he's as sweet as a baby bunny and you just can't help yourself. He walks into the small office and you help him onto the exam table.

You turn away from him and bend over to get some gauze out of a drawer. His eyes go to your ass and he has to make himself look away. He agrees with the guys that you are indeed attractive, but he would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. It's just not in his DNA to treat women the way other men do.

You come back to him and wipe his face with a wet cloth. Then you roll the gauze up and push it up each nostril. To do this, you have to get pretty close to him. The smell of his sweat and natural musk causes a physical response between your legs. He's even prettier up close. Your hands shake slightly as you wipe his mouth and look at his teeth to make sure nothing is too badly damaged. You have his chin in your hand and it takes everything in you not to lean over and kiss him when you finish.

"Alright. You weren't too beat up. I think you'll survive."

"Well, thank you, ma'am."

"Oh, you can call me y/n- NURSE y/n." You catch yourself just in time.

"Thank you, Nurse y/n." He smiles sweetly again and you try not to melt. You help him down from the exam table and he walks out the front door.

******

When Willy makes the decision to take Galahad to his first fight, he decides you should accompany the team. You've never traveled with them before, but he says you'll be necessary to help patch up Walter after the fight. The idea of this sweet man getting beaten to a pulp doesn't excite you, but you figure being there to help is better than not being there.

You wait in the back for the fight to be over. Watching is just too much even when it's not Walter, but especially when you know he's going to have the shit kicked out of him. Finally, you hear the noise of the crowd cheering. It's over and they'll be bringing him back any second now. You just pray he's not on a stretcher.

And he's not. He's standing up! He won! There's a flurry of activity around him as everyone claps him on the back, but he's still bleeding pretty good. When you see his face, you push all the men out of the way and demand that they let you work.

"Aw, hi, Nurse y/n! Didja hear that I won?"

"I did. Now, let me see you and take care of your face." He smiles sheepishly and sits down for you to examine him. You go to work with gauze while he sits still and lets you do your thing. He can't help thinking, though, that he'd like to put his hands on your hips and pull you into his lap. He adjusts himself in his seat and clears his throat.

"Are you almost finished, ma'am?"

"Yes. I'm done." You stand up and take a step backwards to keep yourself from trying to kiss him. "And what did I say about calling me ma'am?"

"Of course, y/n." He drops the "nurse" and it makes your knees weak. There's something about this man that makes you want to climb on top of him and ride him into oblivion. Maybe it's the fact that he doesn't try to flirt with you. Maybe it's the fact that his seeming innocence feels like a cover for something else. It's like he's hiding something behind his gentle eyes and sweet smile, but you can't quite put your finger on it. You want to put more than a finger on it, but you'll have to wait. He doesn't seem interested in you, really.

Once you've got him all patched up, he stands up and goes back to the group of men who are talking and laughing about the match. He tries to catch glimpses of you cleaning up your supplies when he can, but he doesn't want you to notice him looking.

******

You spend the next few months traveling around with the team for fight after fight and win after win. Still, you always have to clean him up afterwards, and the closeness to him when you do drives you both wild. Neither of you lets on, though, and you continue in chaste friendship.

That is, until you get back to the Catskills. You're sitting in your office with a magazine when you hear a weak knock on the door.

"Y/n? Are you in there? I need... help..."

You rush to the door when you hear Walter's voice and the distress in it, opening it carefully. He stumbles into the office and leans against the exam table.

"Walter, what happened?" His face seems to be fine, but he's obviously in pain.

"We were just messing around, not really practicing, but one of the guys hit me... pardon me, ma'am, but he hit me in... well... between my legs." He winces at the thought of the encounter. You blush, knowing this means you'll have to examine him. You just pray you can keep it professional.

"Okay, well, I'm not sure what all I can do for you, but I'll need to look and make sure there's not any serious damage."

"Oh, um, o-okay." He stands there staring at you.

"You'll need to remove your shorts." He blushes deep red and looks down at himself.

"I-I think I'm okay." The thought of you looking at him naked makes his cock twitch.

"Nonsense. I need to check. Drop 'em." He swallows hard and puts his thumbs under his waistline.

"Are ya sure? I'm feeling much better..."

"Do I need to remove them for you?" You're trying very hard to keep a professional demeanor, but there's a big part of you that really wants to see him. But it's important that you make sure he's not really injured, too. Finally, he slides his shorts down and lets them fall to his ankles, intentionally looking away from you and breathing deeply.

You're very glad that he's looking away because your mouth drops open when you see him. His dick is massive. You've been a nurse (and a woman) long enough to have seen a good number of naked men. But this is unlike anything you've ever seen before. You snap your mouth shut to keep from drooling when it starts to water. You're also very thankful for the thick fabric of your uniform that hides your hardening nipples. You clear your throat, pulling on some gloves, and get on your knees in front of him.

"Okay, I'll need you to-to spread... your legs a bit..." He looks down at you, his heart pounding and shuffles his feet out a bit. The picture of you on your knees in front of him causes him to harden a little. He thinks about anything else trying desperately to keep himself flaccid. But when you put your fingers on him to push him out of the way, he fails miserably.

You gently lift his member out of the way so that you can examine his balls, but when you do, you notice that it gets progressively harder as you touch it. Your stomach flip flops, but you try to stay focused. You gently touch his balls to examine them and he winces.

"Oh, I'm sorry, does that hurt?"

"No..." he whispers. "I mean, yes, a little." The feeling of your fingers gently fondling him is driving him insane.

When you notice how hard his dick is, you realize that you're not the only one feeling the way that you are. Your panties are dripping wet between your legs, matching his erection in desire. You massage him gently and look up at him from your position on the floor. He leans his head back and moans softly. You pull your hands back and he looks down at you suddenly. Yanking your gloves off, you stand up from your position on the floor.

"I think what they need to feel better is... emptying..." His breath catches in his throat.

"Ma'am?"

"You heard me."

"Oh, now I can't do that here in front of ya."

"Well, I could... I could help you... if you want." You can't believe the words that are coming out of your mouth. This is horribly unprofessional, but you don't care anymore. You need to feel him and his immense cock inside you.

He looks at you and his innocence is painfully obvious in his eyes.

"I've never..." It dawns on you that he has no idea what he's got here or how to use it. Well, turns out you're just the woman to teach him.

"That's okay. I can show you... if you'd like..." He nods his head wildly. In this moment, he wants nothing more than to listen to your every instruction and do exactly what you say.

"Show me. Please." You walk up close to him and take one of his hands and put it on the back of your neck. You put the other one around your waist and he pulls you in close, kissing you deeply. He might be a virgin, but he knows what he's doing with his tongue in your mouth. You feel his cock twitch again pressed up against your hip, so you put your hand on him and slowly move it up and down, pulling his foreskin back. He has to stop kissing you to let out the moan that he can't contain.

"Take my dress off." He fumbles with the buttons but eventually gets it off of you. His eyes are as wide as plates when he sees you in your underwear. You go ahead and undo your bra and slide your panties down. Somehow, his eyes widen even more.

"Wow." He whispers as he looks at you standing naked in front of him.

"Put me on the exam table." He picks you up easily by your rib cage and sets your bottom on the table. You've never noticed before that it's the perfect height for him to line his hips up with yours.

"Now, you're going to have to warm me up a little before we do this."

"Warm you up?" You take his hand and push two of his fingers inside you.

"Oh!" He watches as you push them in and out. You move your hand away and lay back as he continues what he's doing. He adds a third finger all by himself and you arch your back and moan.

"Can I? Are you ready?"

You look up at him and he's holding himself while he fingers you, obviously in desperate need to be inside you.

"Yes." He puts both hands on your hips and yanks you to the edge of the table. You yelp a little at this sudden show of dominance and he seems to shock himself.

"I'm sorry-"

"Do not apologize. Now come here." You use your hand to guide his tip to your entrance.

"You're going to need to go slow. You're a little... bigger... than average." You say, which is a complete understatement.

"Okay. Just keep tellin' me what to do." He pushes into you slowly and you feel yourself stretch around him.

"Nope. Stop." You hate to stop him when you see the look in his eyes, but there's no way this will work like this. "I need to be wetter."

You pull back off of him, lick your fingers, and start to massage your clit. He looks at what you're doing.

"I can do that."

"No, you do this part." You take his fingers and push them back inside you.

"Well, what if I..." He moves your hand away from yourself and lowers his face down to you. Then, he uses his tongue to mimic the motions you were just making with your finger.

"Oh my god, Walter!" You grab onto the edges of the table as he licks and sucks your clit. He keeps moving his fingers in and out of you as well. You feel your climax building as he keeps up a steady pace with his tongue while finger-fucking you. He's absolutely relentless in his mission, even though you're not sure he's aware of his goal. Finally, you come hard on his hand, shuddering and pulsing around his fingers, the energy from your orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure.

"Well, that made you wetter." He laughs a little as you ride out your body high.

"Yeah." You answer, chest heaving. "Okay, try again." You lay back on the table with your ankles on his shoulders while he holds your hips, pushing into you slowly. He grunts as he does it. It's taking everything in him to go slow and not just try to slam into you. Your pussy feels so good around him and he wants more.

You feel yourself stretch to accommodate his girth. You've never felt this completely filled before and he's not even finished yet.

"Wait. Try thrusting a little bit." His eyes light up.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, I think it'll help."

"Tell me if you need me to stop." He slowly pulls back and fills you again. You moan in unison. He does it again and it feels like you might die with how good it is to have him pushing against you, stretching you out over and over again. As he pushes into you, he goes a little deeper each time. Finally, you feel his hips meet yours completely and his balls slap against your ass.

"Oh fuck!" You cry out and he stops.

"Good or bad?"

"Don't stop! It's so good!"

"Oh thank God. I'm not sure I could stop now." He goes back to pounding into you, now with more force since he knows he isn't hurting you, the sound of his balls against you filling the otherwise quiet office. You cry out with each thrust and you can tell he's getting close by the way he picks up speed.

"Where should I...?"

"Don't pull out. I want to feel you come inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Put a baby in me, Walter." Something about the way you say it sends him absolutely over the edge and he comes, hard, all over inside you.

"Oh, yes! Y/n, yes!" Even when he's mid-orgasm, he doesn't cuss. You lean forward and pull his mouth down to yours and kiss him. He slides out, still partially erect and you get an idea.

You hop off the exam table and fall to your knees in front of him, dripping with his desire and yours. Holding him still with both hands, you put your mouth around him as far as you can go and he almost falls over on top of you.

"Y/n! What are you doin'?" You lick and suck on as much of him as you can get in your mouth before you answer him. He's holding onto the edge of the exam table groaning when you finally back off of him.

"I haven't had enough of you yet. Have you had enough of me?" He's fully erect again, so you know the answer.

"No." He grabs you and bends you over the exam table. He lines himself up with your entrance and pushes into you from behind. He goes slow, but not nearly as slow as last time. Before you know it, he's filling you fully, slamming his hips into your ass as he fucks you from behind. Again, you're shocked by his dominance, but you don't question it. He grabs the back of your hair and pulls and you cry out in pleasure. You feel his fingers pressing into on your hips and you wonder if he'll leave bruises. Everything about what he's doing has you hoping it goes on forever.

"Yes, fuck, Walter."

"You want my baby?"

"Yes, yes please." You whimper as he pounds into you. It hurts, but in the best way possible and you love every minute of it.

"Say it."

"I want your baby inside me."

When you say that, it pushes him over the edge and he shudders and slams into you one last time, filling you with his seed again.

"Yes! Y/n!" He yells as he moans through his climax. He pulls out of you and staggers to a chair in the office, dropping into it.

"Wow. Walter, I-"

"I'm-"

"-don't you dare apologize. That was incredible." He smiles sheepishly. You stand leaning against the exam table trying to get your bearings back. He gets up and walks to you, wrapping you in a passionate kiss.

"I-I-I'd like to do that again sometime." You lay your head on his broad chest.

"Me too. But not just yet. I need a few days to recover." He laughs.

"Well, I'm here whenever you're ready, honey."

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@ccab @elvisfatass @elvisalltheway101

Wasn't sure who else would want a Walter tag!

[daisies-daydreams]

I NEED some Kyle(Gaz) smut 😩 My boy doesn't get enough love. Could I request girlfriend!reader being a tease to Gaz while they're out and he snaps and takes her in public?

Pairing: Kyle (“Gaz”) Garrick x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Public Sex/Bathroom Sex, Wall Sex, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Graphic Descriptions of Genitalia, Slightly Jealous Gaz, Reader is a Tease Word Count: 4,484

Author’s Note: Thank you for your request! I had a lot of fun writing this. I know I said it would be 3k+ words in my update on Sunday, but I got carried away while editing it so now it's 4k+. 😅 Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Public sex is illegal in real life. Reader discretion is advised.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Babe? Are you ready to head out?” Kyle asked. Both of you were invited for drinks with the 141 crew. It was a last minute gathering before they were shipped off on another mission. Your boyfriend was waiting by the front door while you finished putting on your makeup. His foot tapped the floor as he scrolled through his phone.

“Coming!” you called from the bathroom. You strolled around the corner. Kyke had to do a double take when he looked up from his phone. You were wearing a black tank top with low-rise jeans. Your lush lips were painted with cherry red lipstick, eyelashes thick with mascara. You grinned cheekily as he stared at you, his eyes particularly focused on your breasts that threatened to spill out from your push-up bra.

“Something wrong, Ky?” you asked, tilting your head. Kyle slowly shook his head while sucking in a breath through his parted lips.

“Uh, no, nothing’s wrong,” your boyfriend gulped. You gave a soft grin and stepped over to him, smoothing your hand over his arm. He cracked a smile when you grabbed his hand and twirled yourself around. You leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his. He sighed deeply into the kiss, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. You pulled away and giggled.

“What?” Kyle chuckled. You licked your thumb then brushed it across his lips. His eyes widened as you took your time rubbing off the residual lipstick, the feeling of your warm saliva trickling into his mouth.

“Sorry, I got some of my lipstick on you!” you laughed. He blinked a few times. Kyle’s mind was buzzing as he tried to find the words to say. Suddenly, his alarm on his phone cut through the silence. He quickly turned it off and went to grab the keys. His brows knitted.

“I got the keys,” you sang behind him. Kyle smiled as both of you made your way out of the apartment and to his car. He’d noticed a difference in the way you were walking: hips swishing in a more fluid motion. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw the border of a black thong peak from your low-rise jeans.

“I can’t wait for tonight, I’m sure it’s going to be really fun!” you chirped innocently. Kyle nodded quietly, his eyes shifting between your smile and your ass. The sudden clang of your keys on the ground drew him back to the present.

“Oops!” you said with an exaggerated gasp. You shot him a smile before slowly bending over to pick up the keys, your ass peeking out all the while. He swallowed a thick lump in his throat as you shuffled around. Every dip and curve of your body hypnotized him. Kyle gently licked his lips while you slowly rose up, shaking your ass back and forth. You spun around and dangled the keys in your hand.

“Got ‘em,” you said proudly. Kyle returned the smile, even though he felt like his pants were getting tighter and tighter. He opened the passenger door for you. Your eyes sparkled as you clasped a hand over your chest. Now his eyes were roaming over the valley of your breasts.

“Aw, you’re such a gentleman!” you fawned. He nodded, his knuckles becoming paler as he gripped the car door. Kyle’s eyes seemed to darken as you slipped the keys into his free hand. Your fingers lingered longer than he expected, stroking over the lines of his palm. The world felt smaller, tighter as you locked eyes.

“Babe?” he asked. You leaned in closer but suddenly leaned your head away. You bit your bottom lip before sliding into the passenger's seat, your bright eyes on him the whole time. Kyle blinked rapidly as you patted the driver’s seat with your hand.

“Ready when you are,” you said. He couldn’t help but notice your sultry tone as you caressed your hand back and forth across the seat. Kyle gripped the keys in his hand. He slid into his seat and turned the keys into the ignition. You crossed your legs as you checked your makeup in the mirror. He backed out of the parking spot before driving off towards the pub. Both of you sat quietly, the sounds of whatever most recent hit humming softly over the radio. You drew out a long sigh, your hand grabbing his thigh.

“Thanks for inviting me, baby,” you cooed. Kyle’s fingers braced the steering wheel, his cock stirring to life in his pants. He nodded.

“Of course, love,” he replied. His voice raised a pitch at the last word as you tenderly squeezed the flesh of his leg. You smiled before drawing small circles on his thigh. He shuddered beneath your touch, his eyes locked on the road as he tried to keep his attention. You hummed before rubbing your hand closer to his hardening cock.

“(Y/N), the road-“ Kyle reminded you as his length pulsed between his legs. Your eyes were lidded as your finger stroked just above where his cock was bulging. He sucked in a sharp breath before you quickly retracted your hand away. Part of him was disappointed as he watched your eyes shift to look out the window. He wanted your eyes to be screwed shut as he drove his cock into your snug walls, hands gripping his shoulders as he fucked a third orgasm out of you. You tapped your fingers on your thigh. He noticed how your lips just barely curled as you avoided his gaze for the rest of the ride.

By the time both of you arrived at the pub, Kyle rushed over to the bar, hoping to cover his painfully clothed erection. Price grinned as the two of you walked in.

“Good to see you Gaz, (Y/N),” Price hummed. He was already nursing a glass of scotch, the amber liquid glowing in the dim light of the room. Your lips curled into a bright smile.

“Good to see you, too, Captain,” you chirped. Kyle noticed Price’s eyes flicking down for a split second. He gave a tight smile to his superior.

“I’m going to get a stout. Do you want anything?” your boyfriend asked as he stepped in between you two. You shook your head, breasts jiggling with the violent movement.

“Nope! I’m okay,” you side-eyed Ghost and Soap playing pool at the table. You squeezed his hand, your breasts pressing together as you leaned forward. Fuck, why were you torturing him like this? “Wanna go play some pool?” you asked. Soap’s eyes lingered on your behind as you waved over to him. He waved back, only to lower it when Kyle raised a brow. Your lower lip was pouting slightly when you turned back to your boyfriend. “Please?” you said with a small wiggle, your hands bringing his own up to your soft chest. His breath hitched. They were so soft and warm, and he thought how much better they’d feel being firmly squeezed in his hands.

“Sure, hun. I’ll be over after I get my drink,” Kyle sighed. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving behind a faint red residue.

“Okay! I’ll see you in a bit!” you sang. He watched you bound over, your whole body bouncing with energy. Kyle ordered a stout from the bar. He tapped a finger on his leg while he waited. The Captain coughed.

“How long have you two been together again?” Price asked before taking another slow sip from his glass. Kyle nodded as he watched you shuffle around Soap to get a pool stick. The way the Scotsman gazed at you made his stomach churn.

“About a year,” he said before clicking his jaw. Kyle never saw himself as the jealous type, but he couldn't deny the fire that burned in his chest as he watched you twirl your hair and bat your lashes. The Captain gave a quick glance between his line of sight before going back to his drink. Kyle barely registered his beer being handed to him. His focus was glued onto your form swaying to the music drumming in the background. He gripped the bottle before sliding from his seat.

“Excuse me, sir,” Kyle said abruptly. Price gave a silent nod before focusing on a football game playing on a nearby TV. You were clinging onto the pool stick, eyes soft as Ghost talked to you.

“You know how to play?” the masked man asked. You nodded your head.

“Yep! Kyle taught me a few months ago,” you hummed. You waved him over as he came closer. He waved back, his other hand clutching onto the beer that he had yet to drain. You turned back around, your hair wispy and hips still rocking to the beat. Everything around him began to grow dim as he thought of rocking you in a different way…

“Hey, babe,” you smiled as he slid beside you. He grinned and pulled you in for a long, deep kiss. Your lips were so tender and soft. He could drown in your sweet kisses if it were possible. Ghost cleared his throat.

“You playin’, Gaz?” the masked man asked. Kyle nodded.

“Yeah,” he simply replied. Your shoulders bounced as you gave a small clap.

“Let’s play as a team!” you rang. Your boyfriend grabbed a pool stick nearby, noticing your body still swaying to the beat.

“Sounds like a fun plan, bonnie,” Soap said. Kyle gripped the stick as he saw Soap’s eyes travel up and down your form. Your love put his bottle aside before snaking a hand around your waist. You turned towards him, expecting him to say a cheeky one-liner. He remained silent before snapping his eyes to the table.

“Let’s start then, yeah?” Kyle finally said, his hand splayed across your hip. Soap nodded, his bright features shifting ever so slightly.

“Right,” the other man replied. The game started normally, yet as time went on, Kyle watched you become more bold. Your breasts would threaten to spill out from your top every time you bent over the side of the pool table. You would stick your ass out and wiggle, especially if he happened to be standing near you (which was often).

“I can’t reach it,” you huffed as you struggled to hit a ball. You were almost stretching yourself over the table, breasts pressed against the brown lacquer of the wood and ass rubbing against the front of Kyle’s pants. Your boyfriend looked around nervously as he tried to back away, only for you to arch your back and shoot him a sly, lidded smile and a wink. He felt something in him snap, something primal and famished that clawed its way to the surface.

That does it.

A rough hand landed on your hip. You turned and batted your thick, mascara covered lashes. Kyle’s forehead was coated in a sheen of sweat, brow furrowed and eyes lit with a carnal flame. He squeezed the flesh of your waist, his chest flush against your back. Time seemed to stand still as your boyfriend leaned his lips next to your ear.

“Come with me,” Kyle whispered, his voice strained and dripping with lust. You blinked a few times, your teeth catching your red bottom lip.

“Why? Did I do something wrong?” you asked. Your boyfriend sucked in a sharp breath before moving his hand over your own. Ghost and Soap exchanged glances as Kyle tugged you towards a long hallway.

“Just keep playing without us,” Kyle said in-passing. He heard Soap let out a loud snort and Ghost mutter something beneath his breath.

“Where are we going?” you asked. Your voice was coated with sweetness that would’ve made him fall to his knees on any normal day. He was silent as he guided you to a door at the end of the hall. Kyle’s hand gripped the handle to the single stall bathroom and pushed both of you through the door. The automatic lights flickered on. The room was dimly lit, the white tiled floor dimly glowing beneath your footsteps. Kyle locked the door and spun around to meet your wide, doe eyes. Your faux, innocent grin never fell as he loomed over you.

“What are you doing?” he growled. You hummed as you pressed a finger to your chin, feigning deep thought.

“I don’t know-” Kyle’s lips suddenly came crashing into yours. You moaned as he hungrily slid his tongue in and out of your warm mouth. As your wet muscles danced and sucked on each other, pressure began to build in between your legs. Your chest grew tighter when he pressed his body against you, your back meeting with the cold wall. He pinched your bottom lip between his teeth, hands wandering down to your breasts and squeezing them roughly. You gasped for air when Kyle pulled his lips back.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he muttered gruffly. His voice sent shivers down to your core. You sighed heavily and rubbed your thighs together.

“I don’t think I do, Ky,” you egged him on. His eye twitched before he dove his mouth into your neck. You squealed as Kyle tenderly sucked his wet lips over your pulse. You dipped your head back, allowing more access for him to lick and suckle over your skin. He pulled a dark hickey from the junction between your neck and shoulder before he locked eyes with you.

“You know damn well what I mean,” Kyle snarled. His hands went beneath your tank top, his lips finding their way back over your neck. “Your small touches,” he began. You moaned as he gave a harsh suck on your skin, his hands rolling your tank top over your arms. “The way you’ve been biting those delicious lips of yours,” Kyle continued. He added another sweet suckle over your neck as your bra fell onto the floor. You blushed as your breasts spilled out, bouncing before he caught them in his rough palms. Kyle’s mouth twitched before he stole another deep kiss from you. You moaned into his lips as his thumbs brushed over your hard buds.

“Bending over, tits and ass threatening to spill out in front of Ghost and Soap,” Kyle’s lips danced above yours. You shuddered beneath him as one of his hands slipped down to play with the band of your jeans, the other still massaging your breast. His teeth grazed your ear.

“You’ve been a tease all day, (Y/N),” Kyle rasped. You felt like you were going to spontaneously combust, thighs pressed closely together as you squirmed beneath his eager gaze. Kyle licked his lips, his cock threatening to burst from his slacks. “You want me to fuck you, right here and now?” he muttered, fingers dipping below your pants. You gasped as he cupped his hand over your heat, your nipple being pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned as you tried to clench your thighs together. Kyle chuckled, his fingers smoothing over your wet, clothed entrance.

“But we’re in public, babe. Do you know what could happen if people heard us?” Kyle slowly brushed his fingers below your underwear, sliding them through your slick folds. You mewled as you felt him smirk against your jaw. His thumb drew small, tight circles against your bud. “Or is that what you want, dirty girl?” he groaned, digits thrumming against your entrance. You swallowed a lump in your throat as heat flooded into every corner of your being. You balled his white shirt into your fists, your hips bucking into his digit.

“Please, Ky,” you whined with your head lolled to the side. The tip of his finger pressed into your hole.

“Please what, (Y/N)?” Kyle mused. Your eyes shot open as you frowned. He slowed down his ministrations, his fingers now resting over your tit and cunt. You swallowed. “I'm not gonna do anything until you tell me what you want,” he sang. You pouted your bottom lip as you lifted your hips, trying to gain any friction to your aching core. Kyle started to slip his hand out of your pants. You bit the inside of your cheek and threw your head back.

“PLEASE FUCK ME, KYLE!” you cried loudly. The hand that was on your breast immediately flew over your mouth. He shushed you.

“Quiet now, lovie. Can’t have anyone know what we’re doing in here, yeah?” your boyfriend hummed. You nodded your head as he slid his other hand back to your pants. “Good girl,” Kyle praised, his hand remaining over your red stained lips. Those two words made more arousal to stain your panties. He pulled your pants and underwear down, revealing your aching, wet cunt to his hungry eyes. His thumb flicked at your clit before he gently slipped a finger into your tight entrance. Kyle groaned as your walls eagerly swallowed his finger whole.

“Fuck,” Kyle muttered beneath his breath. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he curled his digit into your upper walls. He began to pump his finger into your gummy walls. You spread your legs and muffled out a high-pitched moan. Kyle dipped his head down, his teeth scraping over your collarbone and down to your left breast. You curled your hands around his shoulders as he greedily took your tit into his mouth. His tongue swirled over your nipple, lathering it in his warm spit. Kyle’s hand slipped from covering your mouth, yet he left his thumb inside, pressing into your inner cheek. You couldn’t help but suck on his digit as he pumped into your snug walls.

“Yes,” you keened as he licked over your nipple. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as he added another thick digit into your walls, his thumb drawing tight circles around your button.

“Yeah, you like that? Like it when I fuck you open with my fingers?” Kyle snarled into your wet tit. You let out a guttural moan as he scissored his fingers inside of you, stretching your walls with a lewd squelch. Your hands flew up to grab at his short, black hair, your hips bucking into his fingers. Your arousal leaked down his hand as he tugged on your breast with his teeth, the tips of his fingers hitting that spot that made stars sprinkle across your vision.

“Ky, I’m close!” you wailed. His lips were back on yours before he sped up his thrusting. Your breathing grew more and more ragged, until finally the tension snapped. Your jaw went slack as your cunt gripped his digits, coating them with your warm slick. He pumped inside of you a few more times, his thumb stroking at your clit. Your legs buckled as the pleasure rose higher and higher. You moaned around his thumb as your thighs clenched together, hips rolling into his hand as your entire body was wracked with your orgasm. Kyle kisses your kiss-ridden breast while your walls clenched around his thick digits.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so cute when you cum for me,” Kyle murmured. You felt your body relax in his hold. Kyle slowly withdrew his fingers before pecking your lips. Your gaze was lidded, cheeks burning and dripping with wet mascara. Kyle eyed his hand, then you. A small moan left you as he dipped the slick-coated hand into his pants. He shuffled out of his jeans, letting his thick cock spring free and bounce against his lean stomach. His shaft twitched when the cold air hit it. Your lips parted at the sight of his fat, mushroom tip. A bead of precum leaked from the slit. A nest of thick hair rested at the base, two heavy balls sinking below his veiny shaft. He winced as he fisted his dick, the sound of your arousal squelching over his length.

“Ky,” you shuddered. Your boyfriend looked down as you timidly opened your legs. He gripped his cock as you spread your folds, revealing your wet entrance.

“Bloody hell,” Kyle groaned. He stepped forward, his body pressed close to yours. Your hands flew out and clung to his shoulders, hips dipping forward. He closed his eyes as your lower lips kissed his sensitive tip. One of his hands came up and wrapped around the bottom of your thigh.

“Lift your leg up, baby,” he said softly. You raised your leg slightly as the head of his cock threatened to breach your tight hole. You keened and thrusted your hips forward. “Hold on, sweetheart,” Kyle grunted. You whimpered, hot tears of pleasure threatening to stain your red cheeks with more mascara. Kyle shushed you as his other hand came beneath your thigh. He huffed as he pressed you further into the wall. You bit your lip, the heat in your body threatening to make you melt into a puddle if he kept you waiting any longer.

“Gonna lift you up,” Kyle swallowed thickly. Despite his lean frame, he was undeniably strong. You nodded and braced yourself, latching your hands around his neck. He heaved as he pushed you up, your legs wrapping around his waist in the process. You arched your back as the hot tip of his cock just barely slid past your entrance. After a few seconds of him adjusting, he looked you in the eye.

“You ready?” Kyle asked with a shaky breath. You nodded and squeezed your legs around his lower torso.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered with a roll of your hips. With a deep breath, he finally began to push himself into your wet heat. You mewled as his cock stretched you wide open, your walls always accommodating his thick girth.

“So tight,” he hissed. Your mouth shaped into a silent ‘O’ as he plunged himself completely inside of you in one swift motion. Both of you shook and panted, the feeling of fullness overwhelming. “You okay?” he asked, brows knitted as his hands gripped your thighs.

“Feels so good,” you gasped between breaths. His cock pulsed inside of you, his sturdy hips flush with your ass. Kyle grunted as he shifted below you, making sure he could hold you up against the wall. He devoured your lips once more before he began to pump up into you. The waves of pleasure that crashed over you made your jaw unclench, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.

“Love how you wrap around me, babe,” Kyle moaned. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated across the bathroom walls. His grip around your thighs tightened even more, his fingertips sure to leave purple bruises on your skin. You gasped and clawed at his neck as each of his thrusts grew more intense.

“Kyle, I-” sparks flew through you when his lower torso caught your swollen clit. He growled as he pounded into you, his hips snapping at a feral pace. Your pussy spasmed around him as your second high approached you at a breakneck speed.

“Fuck, love,” Kyle grunted. Your arms tightened around him as you threw your head into the wall. You yelped as you felt yourself slip. Kyle's arms gave out beneath you as a curse slipped past his lips. He caught you before your ass collided with the cold floor, his hands squeezing you protectively.

Both of you caught your breaths, hearts pounding wildly. Kyle growled, pupils wide and cock angrily twitching. You gasped as his hands grabbed your hips before he flipped you around to face the wall. Your hands braced on the surface as you arched your back, round ass wiggling back and forth. His chest was pressed flush against your back as he sheathed himself deep inside in one, squelching thrust.

You instinctively spread your legs as your love left no room for a break, pounding up into you. Your head fell back against his shoulder as his dick slid through your walls, his head finding your cervix and relentlessly driving into it.

"Look so gorgeous when you're all fucked out from my cock," Kyle seethed with a sharp thrust. You felt like your body was experiencing an earthquake as his skin slapped against yours. His eyes were trained on how your ass jiggled every time his hips came up to meet it. His teeth sank into your shoulder as his hand snaked around to play with your clit. You howled as you felt your cunt flutter, the world around you blurring into a incoherent mess.

“Cum inside me!” you mewled. His breathing was ragged as he dragged his cock inside of you at an excessively fast pace. His finger pushing down on your bundle of nerves was your final undoing. Your mind went blank as your walls seized around his thick length. Your entire body tensed as your second orgasm tore through every inch of you. It pulled you under, drowning you in waves of ecstasy. Kyle’s eyes nearly crossed as he reveled in how your perfect cunt hugged around him.

“You feel amazing gripping me like that, f-fuck,” he moaned. You mustered a few whimpers, afraid you’d fall with his arms shaking beneath your legs. He gritted his teeth as he hurriedly chased his own high. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as overstimulation pricked at your core.

“(Y/N)!” Kyle growled. He slammed you down onto his dick, his head snug against your cervix. You keened as his seed spilled into you, the warmth coating your plush walls. A thick, white ring formed between your joined sexes as his cum dribbled onto the floor below. He groaned sweet nothings into your ear while giving a few more delicate thrusts into your swollen pussy. Kyle panted, pressing his forehead against the back of your head. Both of you caught your breath as you relished in the comfort of post-coital bliss.

“Fuckin' hell, love,” he murmured. You nodded in agreement, mind too hazy from being fucked raw with his cock. He shakily removed his hands from your hips as he pulled out of you, his cock now soft and soaked in your mixed juices. His lips pressed onto your shoulder before he slipped away.

"Stay right there," Kyle said. You nodded, not minding his command as your limbs felt like soft jelly. You gasped as you slid away from the surface of the wall.

“Ky,” you breathed. Kyle’s mouth shot open at the sight of a very small yet prominent indent in the wall. Both of you exchanged worried glances before bursting into laughter.

“If anything, I blame you,” he snickered. You scoffed.

“Me? You’re the one who fucked me against the wall,” you laughed with a raised brow. Kyle shook his head as he walked over to the sink.

“Yeah, maybe I should’ve fucked you in our car instead,” he smirked. You blushed at the thought of riding his cock in the backseat. You smiled as he came over to you with a wet paper towel. He gingerly patted your folds, his other hand massaging your hip. You closed your eyes and stroked your hand through his hair.

“I love you,” you said sweetly. Kyle grinned, his eyes lidded from his own high. He tapped his lips against the front of your thighs while he finished cleaning you up.

“Love you too, sweetheart,” he sighed.

Epilogue

The shit-eating grin on Soap’s face said it all as both of you came back from the bathroom. The pool game was long forgotten as he and Ghost sat at the bar with their Captain. While you tried to straighten up yourselves afterwards, there was no way to hide the hickeys and bite marks that sprinkled across your chest and neck. Ghost merely cast a side glance before turning back to talk to Price, the pool game long forgotten. Kyle said nothing as he paid for his drink.

“Couldn’t wait to get home?” the Scotsman said lowly. Kyle shot him a glare. You exchanged a cheeky smirk before kissing your love on his blushing cheek.

“Maybe we could try putting a dent in our own wall,” you whispered. Kyle squeezed your hand, his eyes widening slightly at your words.

“Goodnight Soap, Ghost,” he said quickly before leading the way out. Soap waved as both men said their respectful goodbyes. Soap snickered before Ghost muttered for him to shut it.

“Have a goodnight you two,” Price called from next to them.

“Night, sir,” Kyle said. You didn’t miss Price’s minor blush as his icy blue gaze flicked over your neck. The crisp night air welcomed both of you as he opened the door. You smiled and pecked his cheek again. As the two of you made your way to the car, he slung his arm around your shoulder. You saw your boyfriend’s lips curl into a cheeky smirk.

“What?” you giggled. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his hand reaching down and gently squeezing one of your asscheeks.

“Kyle!” you gasped, slapping him playfully. He chuckled.

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = Testing my feetsies with writing the big man himself, Gyomei.

C/W = F!reader // y/n. Strangers -> bed pretty quick, some fingering, oral [M->F], P->V & V->P, some negative self-talk that's quickly remedied. As always, if I missed anything (grammar etc.) horrific, lmk.

🔞 under the cut.

"Unknown Number"

Do you see that enormous man in the corner with his friends?" Your girlfriend asked as she was trying to be sly and not give away the position of her gaze. "He's ... he's ... fuck, he's huge."

You followed her line of sight and saw him in the back of the room. Sitting with a few other men. All of whom were equally as beautiful. But there was something about this brick wall of a man that made your whole body tingle.

His hair was jet black. His eyes a stark white in contrast to his short locks. His shoulders looked as though he could barely fit through the door of this restaurant. The calloused marks on his enormous hands sounded scratchy against the cloth of his pants as he casually rubbed his thighs.

He was beautiful, and that's precisely why he'd never bother with someone like you. You weren't ugly, per se. But you felt you lacked certain criteria that you made sure to convince your other friends they had. They always gratefully accepted your kind words but never found it in themselves to reciprocate the simple gesture.

"We have to go to the little girls room, be back in a few. Just order us some water." Your friends said as they scooted from the table.

You were alone now. No more chatter. Just the muffled sounds of your friends' voices on the other side of the room.

"Excuse me ... " a deep voice spoke behind you. You turn. It was the gorgeous man that you'd been ogling. He's standing right in front of you. "Your voice is so lovely. My name is Gyomei. What's your name?"

"My name is y/n. My girls should be right back. You can go tell your friends that."

He chuckles and shakes his head. His hands reach over to glide down your form. From head to toe.

"Ummm ... Is, is there something I can help you with ... what ... I ... my friends are probably more up your alley as far as looks g-"

"Shh. Not at all." Gyomei smiles. "Please don't feel as though you can't relax and talk to me because I'm lacking conventional sight. I see just fine. Don't doubt that. And you're beautiful." He gently caresses your cheek, making sure to catch his thumb over your lips before sliding it down your neck and to the valley between your breasts. "In fact, I'd like to know more about you."

You're a bit startled at how boldly he was touching you. It wasn't rough or unkind in any way. It was certainly something that was new to you. A man needing to touch you to see if you were up to his standards. It was a nice change of pace. You kinda liked it.

You don't know why, but you believe him. You do something completely out of character that night. You leave your friends and go with this stranger to his home.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asks. You reply, trying to keep yourself from stammering and blushing like a schoolgirl.

"I'm fine for now, thank you."

"What is your favorite color, y/n?"

"Um ... Red."

Gyomei laughs softly.

You swallow thickly as his hand glides down your arm.

You clear your throat.

"It's quite all right. Forgive me, this is how I get to know people ... and more intimately, the people I care about. I can stop if you'd prefer. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable, y/n."

You nervously look at your phone and notice a few missed messages. You should probably go. But you're so taken with the stranger who sees with his fingertips that you're having a hard time convincing even yourself.

"What's wrong, y/n? You can talk to me."

"I should get home, Gyomei."

He starts rubbing your back until you relax and let out a small moan.

"That's too bad. But I understand. May I call a car for you? I do not like the idea of you walking alone this late at night." He said.

You really don't want to leave.

You're starting to give yourself the speech: My phone is 83%. I have full service bars. This is a nice neighborhood. I don't have work tomorrow. What if I stayed?

"Y/n," his large hand reaches up to your face and he tilts his head to the side and leans down to kiss your neck. It sends you into a near fit. "Oh," you whispered as the air left your lungs.

"Was that ok? May I do it again?" His voice was as heavy as velvet: It weighed you down so divinely and it felt so warm against your skin.

"Can I taste you?" Gyomei whispers in your ear.

"M-mmhm." You say as he lifts you into his arms.

He gently carries you to his bedroom, places you on your back, and moves between your legs. He hooks his thick finger under your dress and pulls your panties aside.

"Uh, p-please!" You beg as you move your hands to your pussy.

You gasp when he takes hold of your wrist.

"I can tell by your scent how much you want this. So you don't need to touch yourself. Let me make you feel good."

You nod and gasp when his lips make contact with the tip of your clit. You never knew having someone go down on you could feel so good. You feel so warm and relaxed. Gyomei pulls your legs open wider and dips his tongue inside you, moaning against your pussy as he tastes you. You can't help but cry out.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n. You taste so sweet." Gyomei moans as he runs his tongue back up to your clit.

You gasp when he starts rubbing your clit between his fingers as his tongue dips back inside of you.

"Oh my god," You cry.

He hums, pleased with himself.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he pushes a finger inside of you and continues sucking on your clit. His tongue joins in, tasting all of you as you start to become more and more wet.

You cry out when your orgasm hits you and you feel him lapping it all up before pulling his tongue back. He then lifts his face and kisses your pussy and moves to lay beside you, petting your thighs.

"I want to feel your face when you cum for me." Gyomei says, rubbing your breasts.

"O-oh, ok." You whimper.

"Am I too rough?"

You shake your head. "N-not at all."

"You are very sensitive to my touch, aren't you? Just like me. I can feel it in your body, how soft you are." Gyomei purrs as he rubs his fingertips along your neck and between your breasts.

He grunts an exhalation when he feels your nipple harden under his fingertips.

"Gyomei, you're not just some blind guy from a sushi place, are you?" You gasp and cover your mouth. Ashamed at how brazen you just were.

Gyomei lifts himself up and brings his face closer to yours.

"No, not really. There's much to learn, y/n. I don't see a single thing wrong with me, though." He grins. "Your energy is very vibrant. And your hands ... I'm very much intrigued with your hands. They're the hands of a kind woman." He takes one of your hands into his own and kisses it. "But that is not all. The feel of your lips, the softness of your thighs. You have a small frame but your energy is big and strong." He continues.

You gulp. "You, you think I'm small?" You'd heard of people like Gyomei before. You knew how he could just tell certain things about you.

He rubbed your belly. A place you were always painfully self-conscious about. This might even be the first time you've ever let anyone pay such close attention to what you feel is one of your biggest failures.

He got close to your ear and whispered, "You're very soft and delicate. You smell of a very sweet spice. I could go on and on. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

You sigh contently as you grip his arms. He's holding you beneath him.

"I should go now ... I've kept you long enough." You whispered.

He nuzzles his face to your neck, inhaling. "Please, I want you here." He moans.

You tremble as his hands travel down your body. You're so turned on you can't even formulate a thought in your mind.

You whimper when he tugs down the zipper on the side of your dress, opening it and exposing your body.

"I want you. All of you." Gyomei purrs.

You yell out when he takes your panties and tears them from your body.

"Oh god." You whisper.

You're so wet now that if you walked down a flight of stairs you'd probably slip and die.

That's enough of a reason for you to stay.

Your first time together was so gentle it almost made you cry from impatience.

He was painfully slow. But you learned that it heightened every sense and nerve ending on your body.

"Y/n. Oh ... oh g-god, you're so tight." Gyomei whispers, kissing you deeply as he enters you.

You moan loudly as his hands grasp your thighs. Your legs wrapped around his waist. You were already so close you were losing your mind.

"Gyomei, m-more!" You cry.

You moan loudly as he moves his hand to your face, cupping it as his thrusts become harder and more urgent. He moans your name into the shell of your ear as you cling to him, squeezing his hips with your thighs. It hurt a little, but you wanted to be bruised.

"Gyomei," you mewl.

He kisses you and moves his hips harder, grinding as his cock deep inside of you.

He stretched you just beyond your threshold. It was the most delicious thing you've ever felt. Your moans grew louder until your body shuddered.

"Y/n ... not yet, not yet Kitten." Gyomei pants.

He keeps kissing you and fucks you harder until your orgasm washes over you again. You grip the sheets as you whine his name.

"Oh my god!" You cry out as he keeps fucking you through it.

You gasp and hold his face between your hands.

"You're too much!" You cry.

Gyomei chuckles, kissing you.

"Y/n ... please tell me what you need ... I will give it to you."

You gulp.

"I've ... I've never really been with someone ... who could do ... well, what you do." You say softly.

Gyomei moves his hands down your body and over your ass. He groans, feeling the soft flesh give in his immense hands. He grips your waist, running his fingers over the softness of your stomach and hips.

"You're perfect. Y/n, you're so perfect for me." He praises, kissing you.

"Fuck," you whisper, admiring him. He's perfect.

He groans, "Y/n." His fingers glide over your hair. He's petting you. You close your eyes, feeling the love in his caress. You get goosebumps as you say his name. His hands glide down your body, reaching up to grasp your tits. He's practically in tears, squeezing them.

"Oh ... god," You whisper.

He pulls you up onto his cock. You tremble slightly when he starts to thrust up into you.

"You feel it too?" He whispers, moving you on top of his lap.

You lay your head back, rolling your hips as he moves his hands in time with your ass.

"Gyomei, cum for me. I want to feel you let go." You say, feeling the hardness of his cock dip in and out of you.

Gyomei starts to lose his composure, kissing you deeply and holding your head in place as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He pants heavily as he fucks you hard, his hands on your waist as he moves you up and down.

"I'm so close ... " Gyomei pants. You cry out as you feel his cock twitching inside you. "Y/n, y/n ... " He moans.

You bite your lip, watching as he pulls you down on top of him as he cums inside of you. You hold him as he fucks his load into your pussy, breathing heavily. He moves his head to your shoulder, kissing it gently.

"Y/n, I l–."

You gasp. "W-what?" You ask.

He pulls you off of his hips, lays you down on the bed next to him, and kisses you.

"I ... I ... don't know how to say it. I just feel so close to you."

You frown, wondering if he's going to say he's in love with you. But, it's not necessarily a bad thing. He's just saying what he feels. It's nothing more or less than that.

"It's not my fault I'm blind. But I have good eyes."

You scoff. "You are ridiculous."

He chuckles, "But ... you like me that way."

You smirk. "Maybe ... what do I get out of it?" You tease.

He gasps, "Oh g-god ... how do you do that ... I ... I don't know ... anything."

Gyomei grunts, pushing you back into the bed.

"I have never felt like this before." he says, kissing your neck. "The sun is coming up. Can you feel it?

You pick up your phone and turn on the screen and look at your text messages. "Oh, I have a couple of texts. Probably my friends checking on m–"

Unknown Number: It's Gyomei. Are you free this morning?

Unknown Number: I want to take you out.

"What the... ?" You say, more than confused.

Gyomei has since gotten up and dressed himself. He stands at the side of the bed with his hand outstretched to you.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you to breakfast," he says with the sweetest smile on his face.

It took you a second to understand what was happening. "So, at some point last night, you put your number into my phone ..."

Gyomei laughed. "I had one of your friends sneak it out of your purse last night and she put it in for me. And when you got up for some water a couple of hours ago, I texted you, hoping you wouldn't hear it and check it right away. I may have been a little overzealous in my attempts at distracting you. But, what do you say? Will you have breakfast with me?"

"I would love to, Gyomei." You got dressed and the two of you walked to a café, hand in hand, and had tea and rice.