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lov3notts-recs · 3 days ago

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im falling deeper in love with mattheo 😵‍💫

Dean wishes to keep far from the drama tempting to unravel. He decides it's not worth getting involved now that Mattheo's made his intentions clear.

understandable but still disappointing; like dean whyyy

he'd never openly admitted that Dean's words had gutted him, mentioning his biggest insecurity. Not being worthy of you. Of your attention, your kindness, your laughter, your warmth, and last, your love.

my baby🤧😭

"It's fine, Ace. You're forgiven. We're still friends, alright."

um… didn’t you start the fight…?

“ Don't you think / deserve one too?!" "For what? You're the one that called me unwanted."

THAT WAS LOWWWWWW. jaw dropped

"No! That's not good enough. I need more, a proper explanation Mattheo... and if you can't tell me why.. I-“

“You'll what?!". “You'll leave?"

yes actually (no i won’t)

"because you're the best thing in my life! And yet I'm just scum on the bottom of your shoe.. And that motherfucker was right and I hate him for it, because I-i-1 don't deserve you!.. Not your kindness... or attention... or friendship, and yet I'm still greedy. I still want more!"

more you say…?

You're shut up by the pleasant surprise of his lips smashing onto yours, with an effort of urgency urged behind the feel of his soft lips.

oh to kiss mattheo’s soft lips in the rain

"Are you telling me I'm not about to be your first Ace?"/ "I'm not?" He feels a wave of jealousy flow through his veins at the thought of you with someone else, though he knows he has no reason to.

i love when he’s jealous 😫😫

"Yeah, you want another? Want me to stretch you out. wanna be ready for me, don't you, Ace?"

YESSSSSSSSSS

"God, I love your laugh.. gonna make me cum right now." Your laugh grows in ecstatic shock at his vulgar words. "Mattheo!"

reminds me so much of my boyfriend i got butterflies🙈

& mattheo being affectionate during the whole thing is so wholesome and heartwarming, i loved this so much💗. i’m so sad it took me so long to read it😔

[S]he will be loved ~ part two

Sum Reader is hopefully and madly in love with her best friend, constantly having her heart broken living in the shadows of other girls. Unaware that he’s hiding a secret, unable to express the truth about how he feels for her too.

Warn: NSFW18+, angst, yelling, swearing, PIV, fingering, semi handjob, dirty talk, (the smut is a little vanilla for the sake of being romantic), use of Ace as a nickname, y/n occasionally, Dramatic asf fr, maybe too dragged-out argument lmfao. Wc: 9.4k An: thank you for being so patience! It is suggested you read part one if you haven't, once again I went a bit in circles with this and so now will run away nervous as hell! but hope you all enjoy! Dividers from here & here

He makes good on his promise, avoiding you for the rest of the weekend and into the next week. His absence leaves a heavy weight of guilt that presses hard onto your shoulders, regardless that he had been the one to mostly start the fight. What had you really even done wrong?

Despite his elusion you still see him, amongst your shared classes, the late nights in the common room or when passing in the halls. His head locked straight ahead, as if the wall is the most interesting thing, and if his gaze weakens and he nips a glance at you, it holds no kindness. The icy water drenches your bones again and makes you question your memory, and how badly you’ve hurt him.

Dean keeps his distance as well, despite being unaware of your fight with Mattheo, the damage by him is more than physical and Dean wishes to keep far from the drama tempting to unravel. He decides it’s not worth getting involved now that Mattheo’s made his intentions clear. He wants nothing to do with it. His distance doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and you can’t help wondering how you’ve managed to drag him into an unnecessary mess.

Had you, in spite, subconsciously used Dean to get a reaction from Mattheo? Were you challenging the bounds of your friendship? It wasn’t like you had planned to even consider Dean an option. He had just suddenly been everywhere, like a convenient beacon. It hadn’t been hard to get along, with his contagious energy and charming personality, he had easily cleared the thick aged brain fog once completely consumed by Mattheo.

Clouds slide inwards, covering the heat of the sun, and casting downward shade along the cobblestones, making you plan to head back inside soon. You sit under the shelter of a tree in the viaduct courtyard pondering the inner turmoil. Feeling conflicted, you sigh, weighing up the differences between them.

Dean, a kind and warm spirit who opened his arms to you instantly, making you feel needed and welcome. So ready to listen, and match your energy to his own passions. But there was always something missing. It all felt very surface level, and maybe that was because it was new. Or maybe he just gave you what you were yearning so desperately for. Attention.

But it wasn’t the right type you craved. For the way you felt under Mattheo’s spotlight was divergent. He made you feel special, your heart beating to a different rhythm for him. Being with Mattheo was like watching a sunrise for the first time, the shades of orange and pink peeking up after you both stayed up all night stargazing. It made you feel alive. He made you feel alive. Made you feel electric with life and like you could conquer anything with him by your side.

Maybe you ought to give Mattheo some credit, for he his life had always left him complicated.

You, of all people, know the traumatic strain his upbringing had scared him, continuing into his current life. There is no escaping the forceful path his life has been shunted down, his hands bound. It wasn't his fault he was deeply flawed, but it was your choice to be the one to see him past those sharp thorns. To help bloom the roses that laid trapped underneath the rumble, bring them to light in the same way as how you saw him.

You sit up suddenly, spotting Dean crossing the courtyard with his friends, and jump at the chance to make amends with him. “Dean!”

His head whips around and he stops walking, allowing you to approach. His smile is less, but not unwelcoming. “Hey Y/n.”

You eye his friends awkwardly till they call out for Dean to catch up and continue walking. You shuffle between your feet, feeling nervous about starting the conversation. “Hi- I.. I just wanted to apologise. I’m really sorry about what happened last weekend.”

Dean is quick to shake his head, respectfully dismissing your apology. “It’s fine, you don’t have to apologize, y/n. I hold no grudges towards you - besides, my nose has healed up all fine.”

You wince at his little joke, adding, “It's not just on behalf of Mattheo, I want to for myself too.”

“Oh?”

“I’m worried. I led you on.. Though I swear it was completely unintentional..”

Dean nods his head firmly and grabs your shoulders to calm your rambling. He already understands and offers you one of his kind smiles you had grown to miss. “It’s really alright. I kind of figured that out already.. And I definitely don’t wanna meddle in the middle of your situation with Riddle.”

“Figured out?”

His eyes crinkle and shoulders shake as he laughs at your oblivious confusion. “I'm not oblivious like you two are, besides I don't really want a repeat of my last relationship.”

You nod, not quite understanding what he means by oblivious, but feeling the recurring wave of guilt hit for misleading Dean and so you just give him an appreciative smile. Your heart remains heavy despite Dean’s forgiveness. “I’m sorry again, anyway.”

He shakes his head, dropping his hands from your shoulders, “It’s fine y/n. Maybe catch ya with Eli sometime. But good luck with everything, yeah. Not entirely sure what you see in the nutter, but knowing what kind of girl you are, it must be something good.”

While Dean retreats, catching back up with his mates, you stay eyes locked on where he last stood in a daze of thought. Must be something good. That’s always what you’ve seen in Mattheo, aware that it’s the defining string between your relationship. The knot that continued to tighten throughout your years at Hogwarts, strengthening with every moment of trust and kindness you shared with him.

For once you bite the trepidation and unknown awaiting, the thought illuminating and making the lightbulb brighter. Hoping maybe Mattheo’s reactions to Dean were rather explainable, and burying the one doubtful tic questioning if this was his usual protective self or merging into something new.

With newfound determination, you set off to find Mattheo, choosing to believe in the bright possibility that this territory was Mattheo awaiting under the rainbow of your deepest fantasies with a mutual feeling.

A week without you had been to put nicely, hell for him. He had wallowed entirely, sulking like a pathetic child, like his favourite candy had been ripped from his clutches. He realized quickly that this was worse, that having your attention shared, not having your presence at all, had turned him into a dreary grump. His mood was not subtle in the slightest, every emotion of agonized resentment shadowed his face in a deep scowl.

He was mad at you for how you defended that prat so easily, without stopping to question his intentions. But then again, he’d never openly admitted that Dean’s words had gutted him, mentioning his biggest insecurity. Not being worthy of you. Of your attention, your kindness, your laughter, your warmth, and last, your love. It had eaten away at him all week.

He’d hardly slept, which was saying something for he rarely could. He knew he was undeserving, and yet if there was anyone he wanted to prove his worth to, it was you.

He continued to watch the lull of the black lake from within the Boathouse, a quiet spot for his thoughts to wrestle in the ring with one another. He missed you in his arms. He missed the gentle way you would soothe him to sleep. With warm caresses that resembled a mother’s touch, but with you it felt more intimate. His cigarette burned, allowing small moments of relief to flow through his lungs, the inhale of nicotine calming his distressed heart.

He hears the footsteps of someone entering the wooden house and peers over his shoulder, assuming it was someone who knew he came here. Seeing its you, he turns back to look at the water, exhaling another deep breath, his heart exhilarating just by your presence. He suddenly feels clammy, wishing to douse himself in the cold water just to calm his nerves.

His shoulders square tensely as you near, and you continue with caution, uncertain how to proceed. Everyone knows the extent of Mattheo’s temper, and thankfully you’ve never found yourself on the other end.

Your earlier bottomless energy and hopeful determination seems to have found a sudden end, diminishing like his smoke does into the afternoon sky. Being around Mattheo again makes the doubt seep back inwards, wondering if Dean had been imagining something between the two of you.

Clearing your throat of nerves, you speak directly to the point. “I didn’t mean it.” Mattheo's stubbornness had always been a persistent habit, one of his shortcomings that meant you knew it was unlikely he'd apologize first. Especially considering he can’t even look at you.

He stays quiet, listening actively. He doesn’t like where this is going, despite aching to make up with you, having never fought with you like this before. He’s aware this is leading to an unstable vulnerability, and he’s not sure he can hold on to the part of him that despises being soft.

“I’m sorry, I.. I- you.. are wanted. Always, Mattheo.”

He flinches at the use of his full name. Coming from your lips, it sounds so sweet and remorseful. He knows you’re being sincere. He can hear it in your voice and somehow it makes it harder for him to admit his own wrongdoings. “But not in the right way.” He mutters mostly to himself, exhaling the last of his cigarette.

Frowning, not catching his mumbled whisper, you take another step bravely and stand beside him, finally capturing a glimpse at his face. It holds no clear emotion of how he’s truly feeling, constrained by the mask he wears protectively. Eyes locked dead on the smoothness of the water, the clouds darkening out above the lake and the surface breaks as raindrops ripple, gently dropping onto it. Even in his blank expression, he still looks gorgeous, making the butterflies flutter.

He sighs, knowing you’re giving him a look to explain, for an answer, anything as he keeps his lips pressed into a thin line. His jaw clenches desperately trying to avoid glancing at you, for he’s well aware that with just one look, he'd crumble.

He stabs the end of his cigarette out on the wooden panels, discarding it into the previous piles of used up ones. “It's fine, Ace. You’re forgiven. We’re still friends, alright.”

Even as he says the words, he curses himself for leaving your relationship there, when he so wants to take the conversation somewhere else. Somewhere further, where he can express himself to you fully, but he’s afraid. He turns towards the exit. “It's late, and it's starting to rain. Let's head back up.”

You stand frozen, reflecting over his words, “wait - what? I’m forgiven?!”

“Yes, that's what I said. Isn’t that why you came here?” He pushes through the door, feeling the beginning of the downpour hitting his skin, quickening his pace, not checking to see if you’re following.

You trail behind him in disbelief, appalled by his audacity. You knew he was stubborn, but not to this extent. “Yes, but-what about yours? Don’t you think I deserve one too?!”

He hears the pain and confusion in your tone and curses himself. He fights the part of him wanting to swallow his pride and spit out an apology, but he’d never been good at those. That would mean he’d have to explain the reasoning and vulnerable depth, years' worth of trauma that built a viscous insecurity he’d never shared with anyone, not even you. He didn’t feel exactly spritely about indulging you just because you were upset that he hit Dean.

“For what? You’re the one that called me unwanted.”

He knows it's a hard blow as soon as the words leave his lips. But he refuses to change something about himself he knows will only make him weak. Showing that kind of vulnerability and transparency to you is not something he can afford in his life. He can't stand to see your view of him change. To see him fragile, the hidden boy behind the hard exterior. Even if you end up hating him, he’d go to the grave protecting that piece of him, even from himself.

He keeps walking, not noticing that you’ve come to a stand stall, frozen in shock from his jab. His words make your heart ache. It's clear he still holds a grudge over the words you said. You had never meant it like that. It wasn’t that he was unwanted, but his overwhelming protectiveness that ultimately made you feel like he was in control of you, and you had always put up with it.

Never once had you allowed yourself to be selfish and actually enjoy the potential opportunity of romance. Until now, and yet he still continues to act cold, pushing you away.

The rain pours harder, soaking your clothes through to the bone, and you wish for it to absorb you completely. Mattheo finally notices the quieting of your pestering and turns to see you just standing there with an unreadable stare. His brows knit with concern, his earlier irritation washing away, and he blinks through the rain, feeling a wave of guilt.

“Ace.” He descends back down the stairs with a fasten pace, “Fuck- Don’t just stand there, merlin it's pouring.”

Your arms wrap around your body to provide any warmth physically and to your heart, lifting your head heavily as he approaches. “I said I was sorry.” The words whisper with the tone of desolation. Despite your anger, the guilt and worry break the barrier through the emotions you wear on your sleeves, knowing you never wished to hurt him.

He sighs with realization, his habit of self protection had only projected an icy blast at you and messed with your head. He steps without hesitation; coming closer, wrapping you up into his arms, a much needed hug for the both of you. He aches, feeling you reciprocate, gently hugging him back, and he holds you a little tighter, having missed your touch. The way your hands grip with need the longer the two of you stay embraced, and your head snuggles into his chest.

It's one of his favourite positions, his chin aligned with the crown of your head so perfectly. The way he feels ten times lighter now that you’re in his arms, and his eyes close, finally taking a breath of clean air. He gets lost in the moment, grateful for how you’re able to calm him so quickly. How you can take away all his anger at the snap of fingers, all his stress, all his pain even if momentarily just from the mere warmth of your touch.

His peaceful tranquillity breaks by the shakes of your body, and he’s reminded that he is the one to have hurt you. The small sounds of your sniffles smothering into his chest vibrate through to his heart painfully, like an earthquake causing destruction to his protective walls.

Cold water continues to splatter, coating the wet clothes that cling to your bodies, the only warmth radiating from your chests pressed together as one. He rubs your back soothingly, allowing you to express his feelings in the only way he knows how to offer comfort.

He opens his eyes, looking up at the thick darkness of the night; blinking back the rain that has no effort to cease. He can’t fully determine whether your body is still shaking from sadness or the cold. He sighs deeply, looking down at you, offering a smiling feeling as if things will calm back to normal at any moment. “Come on, we should get inside.”

You shake your head stubbornly, not wanting the conversation to end here, and pull back with a deep frown. His smile does little to ease the pain and, in fact, bothers you at how nonchalant he’s acting. “No. it’s just a little rain, and it’s not hurting me nearly enough as your absence of an explanation.”

He studies the wedge of separation you stick between the two of you, the reigniting of infuriated energy charging him like an electric circuit. Why won't you just drop this? He doesn’t answer you, his head turning, looking out over the castle grounds, afraid that if he opens his mouth, he’ll snap at you or, worse, reveal something vulnerable.

You press onwards despite the tensing in his jaw, annoyed that he ignores you. “Don’t you trust me? Why can't you tell me the real reason? I just need to know why you hit Dean?”

“Please, just drop it Ace.” He grits out, trying to keep from raising his voice. His body still turned; his mind buzzing, humming with anxiety.

The lingering anger swarms to the surface at his refusal to even look at you, “I’ve been here for you through thick and thin and you can't even tell me this one simple thing?!”

The clouds boom before a thicker onslaught of water spits down harder on the concrete steps, making it harder for him to hear you. Cowardly, he’s hoping if he ignores the issue, it will go away. But he knows you, and the determination you’re expressing only makes you stubborn like a mule, knowing you won't drop it till you’re satisfied with an answer.

He turns glaring at you. “Let’s just go inside, Ace! It’s fucking thundering!”

Apprehensively, you pause at his loud tone, knowing he’s beyond pissed. But the urgency for the truth pushes you onwards into your questioning, with your heart thinly stretched on the line.

“I can't! I need to know!”

He groans, “Why?! Can’t you just believe me and drop it? Like I already told you that shithead deserved what he g-”

“No! That's not good enough. I need more, a proper explanation Mattheo… and if you can’t tell me why.. I-I'll-”

“You’ll what?!” He snaps with an offensive scornful tone, so bitter he can taste the metal on his tongue for the attitude he’s giving. He blinks the water out of his eyes, shaking his wet hair that hangs soaked to his forehead. “You’ll leave?”

He's ignoring how his mind is screaming to just tell you the truth, to finally bare his heart and soul to you, but the fear of rejection has him by the throat. At this point, though, he’s afraid it won't matter what he does. The outcome is hanging dangerously, that he might lose you either way.

You swallow your turn not to say anything. You hadn’t wanted to actually say it, because it wasn't true. You didn’t want to leave, but you were feeling frustrated, hurt, betrayed.

He continues walking closer with intense energy, the darkness of the atmosphere making him look intimidating than ever. “Gonna walk away? Had too much of me finally, huh!”

His voice raises and you force yourself to hold still and not move from your spot, even when he gets right up in your face. You noticed the clear strain behind his words, and there's a flash of something more in his eyes other than anger, pain.

“Please Matty-y just tell-” you whisper pleadingly.

“Don’t. Don’t do that.. Stop looking at me like that.” He breathes out, hissing with venom and agony.

“Like what?” Uttering the question feels risky, as if the answer will hold all the truth to how he feels. His face twists and turns as your mind spins with anxiety. This is it.

“Just,” He groans with frustration, his voice raising again. “Like that! Fuck. Ace.” The lump in his throat grows, making him uncomfortable and his fists shake, clenching them to control the unravelling pressure.

You blink back the swelling tears and take a braver step closer, “Tell me- god please Mattheo, I swear if this friendship means anything to you! You’ll fucking tell me.” The doubt creeps back in; Dean was wrong. He doesn’t see you the same.

He’s cracking under the pressure and intensity of your gaze, seeing the fire burning like an inferno. There's no longer the usual glowing light he loves. How you stare at him like his answer will make all the difference to how you feel about him. But it's the way you mention your friendship with him that ultimately makes him combust, spilling his deepest, most impenetrable secret.

“Because when you look at me like that, it makes me feel unworthy!” He spits, not pausing to even let you process the emotions coming out of him. “Like I’m breaking you apart from the inside and i-I can't handle that. I can't handle seeing you cry…or even when you look at me in anger. It makes me feel like a piece of shit for who I am.”

His arms are up and his hands stress tangle through the wet locks in distress, “because you’re the best thing in my life! And yet I'm just scum on the bottom of your shoe.. And that motherfucker was right and I hate him for it, because I-i-I don't deserve you!.. Not your kindness… or attention… or friendship, and yet I'm still greedy. I still want more!”

He takes a step back, needing the distance from you. His chest heaves while he lowers his eyes at the pebbled ground, deep in realization that he’s slipped up. The silence between you two is killing him and he’s lost in his head with dread and doubt that he’s just gone and fucked up everything more. He raises his eyes with the little spirit he has left, eyes filled with great pain that knocks the air out of your lungs.

“You want… more.. With me?” The question is barely breathed out into the open space of increasing vulnerability.

He licks his lips, contemplating his next words, taking his time to really study your appearance. He notes the lack of uncomfortableness. There's no show of disgust or rejection of his disclosure for how he feels. He’s surprised he’s still standing considering how his heart is beating, sure if it beats any more he’d need a replacement.

He swallows with force the last of his fear, feeling the lump drag down his throat and sink to the bottom of his pit. He nods, unable to utter anything else, allowing himself to be fully transparent for once.

Tears of realization stream down your face as you comprehend his words, blending with the saturation on your face. He’s not even mad at you. He’s angry with himself. You know him well enough to spot that his eyes reveal his tell. He’s afraid. He wants more, even though he can’t admit it. Your heart skips a beat at the confession.

He’s close enough to catch the onslaught of tears beginning and his face falls with fear. This is what he had apprehended. “Fuck!” He turns with anger, his fists clenching, his body shaking with regret and anguish. “Ace-e - why would you let me tell you this? Jesus!” He’s facing away from you to hold back his tears, his head clouded with assumptions of why you’re upset, all heading in the wrong direction.

“W-what? Mattheo - no these are-” You step forwards reaching for him with a tender arm.

“Dont. Don’t lie to me, Ace.” He shrugs your touch off, blocking his walls back up with ease.

“Mattheo, I'm not lying! I’m not upset-”

“Y/n I’m being serious.. I don’t want your pity-”

You scoff, offended, “Pity!? I've never once taken pity on you, Mattheo Riddle. Is that how you think I see you?” You blink back the tears as he turns again, fighting the frustrations to not just smack some sense into him. God, how oblivious is he to you. “I could never pity you. I respect you too much.”

“Respect me?! What in fuck for?”

The water builds behind your eyes, blurring your vision amongst the rain, watching him express his insecurities. “B-because- because I fucking love you, you idiot!”

There's a buzzing, fluttering feeling in his chest like all his nerves have lit on fire, and he blinks, frozen in shock. His chest rises and falls, shallow and slow, but his heart palpates rampaging behind it. The fuzzy feeling migrates around, running from his fingertips up to the apples of his cheeks like an unwelcoming chill as he attempts to process your words.

Everything he thought he knew disintegrates out into the open space, like a gust of wind swept through his mind collecting all his stupid, suspecting doubts. You love him. Love. Love! The unfamiliar word bounces around his mind as he mulls over the possibilities of the meaning. His mouth runs dry despite the assault of rain, as he struggles to form any words.

“I know this is hard, hell I can’t believe I just said that to you-”

You're shut up by the pleasant surprise of his lips smashing onto yours, with an effort of urgency urged behind the feel of his soft lips. His hands move to cup your face, your soaked face, the warmth of them rising a blush to your cheeks, as he holds them with tenderness. He kisses you with all the love he has, willing to give you every beat of his heart. He knows you already have it. It's always been yours.

Truly, every piece of love for you is magnified by your relationship with him. Your generosity to accept him for who he is, to open your heart to him, even if he always believed it to be platonic. It was enough to grow his heart, and since then, it had always belonged to you. He pushes every ounce of emotion through, knowing it's easier to express than through words.

“You-u..” He breathes, catching his breath as he pulls back, struggling to get the words out.

“Actually?” He smiles in reassurance and hope glosses over his eyes. His chest vibrates as he chokes out a disbelieving laugh and his grin broadens. "You-u lo-” He can't even finish the sentence so choked up by all of this.

A smile graces your face with wide, full cheeks that burn with happiness and you reciprocate his choked upness, feeling the tears start again. The way your head nods ridiculously fast, flicking your drenched hair in all directions, makes him chuckle and he cups your cheeks for fear of it flying off. “Not fucking with me are you now Ace, cuz I swear to god if you-”

Leaning forwards you capture his lips effortlessly, now being the one to shut him up. It's sweet but passionate and he can’t get enough when you pull away. He threads a hand through his soaked hair in utter disbelief, his eyes returning to your loving ones. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long. Kiss the crap out of you over and over.” He rests his forehead against yours and reaches down for your hand.

He’s taking in everything you’ve just said, grasping for the same longing that's been sitting, waiting to be released between the two of you like a dam. His face lights, and a little smile curves onto his face, and for the first time he feels the words sitting with ease on his tongue. “You have no idea how in love I am with you. Ace, I’ve been in love with you since forever. Fuck i-just you know I'm not good with words, feelings, all that bullshit.”

You try to fight the blush creeping up your neck, but the smile that appears beaming brightly back at him is impossible to suppress. You’re completely speechless, overwhelmed with euphoric feelings of contentment. Words you’d only dreamed of hearing, now confessed to you in the eye of a storm, and suddenly you’re laughing. “Are we insane?”

His eyes light at your happiness, but he raises a curious brow, not catching what you said at the sound of another boom. “Are- we…WHAT?”

The sound of your laughter bubbles at his adorable confusion. “It doesn’t matter! We should head inside now.” He seems to catch the end of that and nods hurriedly, reaching out to grab your arm, leading the two of you up and into the castle.

Under the shelter of the overhanging archways he turns, grabbing you by your shoulders, “wait- just let me get something else off my chest first.” He swallows, pushing the wet strands back behind your ears, “I’m s-sorry.”

You watch him feeling an immense depth of pride for him, and you smile softly, reassuring him to continue. “look.. I won't apologise for hitting Dean, I don’t regret that and- i-I can’t tell you it all yet, but he said something that cut deep. Whether or not the asshole meant it, I couldn’t take how it made me feel. But I am sorry I ruined your night at the gig. Fuck- I was angry and jealous and I really was trying to look out for you.”

You nod in understanding, accepting that he’s not ready to bear that much emotion in one night, and bring him in for a hug. “Matty.. You don’t know how much I appreciate you trying.” He clings to you, a desperate boy finally receiving the much needed love he had been deprived of for too long. “And-d you didn’t really ruin my night. I wanted to go with you first, anyway. But I got in my head - the doubt i-i just didn’t want to ruin us.”

He pulls back cupping your cheeks, “god we’re stupid aren’t we?” He smiles amused with the obliviousness and blindness you both held for one another. “I’m just glad I didn’t lose you.”

You shake your head, “you never would have. I was bluffing completely.. I couldn’t handle being without you, Mattheo.”

He grins, leaning down to press another soft passionate kiss to your lips, “and you couldn’t have lost me even if you tried Ace. You’re literally iron cast around my heart. The knot is too tight. You’d have to break me just to free the attachment I have to you.” His eyes are sincere and hold so much emotion you’re verging on tears again.

“Okay, ah let's not cry again. I wasn’t lying about not being able to handle that. Let's go back to my dorm. Come on.” His arm guides you wrapping around your waist, a stark contrast to the way his arm usually drapes over your shoulder casually. He helps you walk back to his dorm with care and compassion, the energy between you a mixture of excitement and lightness, the weight of the confession lifted.

He helps you into his dorm, closing the door and gazes at you with pure happiness before searching his dorm for some towels. A room you’ve stood in many times before but never in this sense, and just being here with all your feelings out in the open makes your body prick with anticipation.

You stand watching him shivering a little, and begin to unstick your thick sweater, clinging to your soaked through shirt, stripping it up with difficulty while Mattheo searches through his draws for some clean clothes. The head of the material sticks trapping your head and you groan, frustrated, trying to pull it off, catching Mattheo’s attention. He peers over his shoulder, laughing at the awkward situation he’s spotted you in.

His gaze drops and his eyes darken shamelessly, admiring how your shirt clings to your body, accentuating your chest. He licks his lips, letting his thoughts run wild for once with no guilt, and stops what he was doing walking closer. His hands graze your waist, letting you know of his proximity as he speaks with a low husk in his tone. “Lemme help Ace.”

He slides his hands gently up your sides till he pushes the sleeves of the sweater up, freeing your arms before helping squeeze your head through the hole. The sweater drops to the floor; the moment becoming charged with heightened tension and desperate looks reflected in both of you.

His fingers descend, tracing down your sides in slow strokes that makes your heart leap your full attention on him. You exhale small shallow breaths, feeling your insides squirm under his intense stare, not daring to say a word. His hands wrap around the curve of your waist, tugging you inwards till you press fully up against him, giving you his signature boyish grin.

“That's better.” His eyes flicker between the desperation dripping in your eyes to the soft parting of your lips, waiting with anticipation.

His head dips, brushing his lips back against yours, and he whispers with the weight of a man ready to feast on his deepest desires. “Ace..you know I want you… don't you?” He’s so close that when he licks his lips, his tongue grazes your lower lip with the subtlest of touches and he relishes in the sucking in of your breath. Barely able to hold back the teasing smirk at your reaction, he presses his lips to your cheek in a gentle, tender kiss instead.

You nod, your chest rising and falling with intense yearning, whispering back, “Yes.. I know now.”

“Good. That’s good.” He presses another kiss travelling up your cheek, sparking the heat to rise, flushing the skin a deep red. He grins sincerely, “you look so pretty when you blush.”

You swallow, feeling your body alight with need, buzzing with electricity that runs down to the tips of your toes. You wonder if he knows how aroused you feel right now. The rest of your clothes are slick still with rainwater, but you already know the puddle forming in your panties is definitely from the heat. You attempt to exhale quiet bated breaths throughout your nose, unable to trust your mouth to open, uncertain what kind of animalistic sound would fall out.

Mattheo might be oblivious to love, but he’s a keen observer in the act of sexual intimacy. It’s as if his eyes are an x-ray lust detector. He knows all the tells of an aroused woman. “So pretty Ace, fuck..you’re making me want to kiss you senseless.” His voice strains with restraint. He’s still holding onto some concern, not wanting to freak you out with all his intense energy waiting to consume you.

The struggle in his tone only makes you want him more and your eyes lift upwards, filled with hungry persuasions. Uttering a simple, “please.”

The moment you plead with those sweet eyes, all his control gets thrown out the window. Taking your jaw in his hand, he leans back in to kiss you. His lips melting onto yours, the two of your lips colliding in synchronization. His hands cup the nape of your head, tilting it back, and diving deeper, his tongue pushes, seeking entrance as kindly as he can be while he fights the pure animalistic hunger to devour you urgently.

You moan softly, allowing him access, the two of your tongues dancing with one another like a fervent tango. He mumbles softly against them, “Do you know how long I craved to feel these lips, Ace?”

A deep flush grows on your cheeks and you breathe heavily, gazing up, feeling his lips kiss along the side of your neck. “How long?” You ask breathlessly.

He chuckles at your response and interest. “too fucking long. I always knew that you’d taste this sweet.” The soft sighs and hums that vibrate out of you have his mind spinning and he presses his lips harder onto your skin, needing to entice more out of you. He pulls you closer to him before he’s back, kissing your lips, engulfing you completely.

The two of you continue to make out, still standing, before his fingers slip under your wet shirt and he hisses at the cold contact. “Merin, you're still freezing.”

“I’m okay.” You reassure him, shivering from his touch.

He smiles, noticing the shiver. “Yeah?”

You nod, promising him, finding it sweet how he’s concerned about you. Sliding your own hands up his arms, you find solace cupping the back of his neck, pulling him down, needing another kiss. He falls back into the growing pattern, not wanting to miss even a single moment of your touch.

“I know a way you can warm me up, though.”

His eyes flutter open and he gazes at you, his eyes glistening with similar intention. “Oh, yeah?” He flashes an amused smile, intrigued by your flirtatious energy. “What might that be, Ace?”

Biting your lip with a teasing smile of your own, you step back, pulling him with you onto the bed, causing him to chuckle happily. His arms flex, holding himself up from crushing you with his weight, and his head dips. “Fuck, you look so sexy when you bite that.”

Your face contorts with a soft whine at the flustering compliment and he grins, more pleased with your reaction. His lips reclaim yours once more with delicate urgency, and you match it quickly getting lost, diving your hands into his curls. Having only stroked his hair tenderly, your fingers move with eagerness, tugging and pulling desperately to get a sound out of him.

His hands trace you with the utmost respect and value, different from his experiences with other girls. There's reasoning and depth behind every touch. Enjoying every sweet moment, being able to explore every curve he’s only dreamed about touching. He’s finally able to hold you the way he's always wanted, no longer needing to hide behind his fragile vulnerability in the dark. He's finally giving you all of him under the limelight, and he hopes to show you how he’s felt this whole time.

Mattheo groans at each tug of hair, lowering himself to keep kissing you, his hands sliding under your shirt again, feeling the way your body contracts. The muscles twitch with sensitivity and he swallows your gasp, grinning before pushing dominantly his tongue back in. His fingers peel the wet shirt up and over your bra.

He sits up ditching his own shirt, and your hands roam over his chest, feeling the groves of his past scars, sending shivers down his back. He watches gazing at your eyes and how they view him. You already know about the meaning behind them, but now you get to love them, and he bites his lip to not get choked up at how you look at him with love in your eyes.

He grabs your wrists, gently kissing both of them before he pins them above your head, shocking a gasp out of you. He grins, satisfied by your reaction as he shifts, sliding his hands upwards, intertwining your fingers together in an intimate hand hold.

“I’ll go gentle on you...just for today, yeah.” Another cheeky grin flashes your way, unaware of the concealed experience of your sexual life.

You laugh at his sweet reassurance, squeezing his hands, loving the feeling of holding onto him. “I’m really not as innocent as you believe, Matty.”

He raises a brow with surprised curiosity. “Are you telling me I’m not about to be your first Ace?”

The silence confuses him, for when he looks down at you, there's a flash of guilt in your eyes. “I’m not?” He feels a wave of jealousy flow through his veins at the thought of you with someone else, though he knows he has no reason to. He leans down, carrying on his sensual onslaught, kissing up behind your ear. He nips it gently as he whispers sultry, “really?”

Feeling your head nod, he lets out a tiny groan, mostly at himself for taking too fucking long to get his shit together. “That is a shame, baby.”

Turning your head to lock with his sight, reassuring him, “It means more with you, though, Matty.”

His eyes soften, giving a curt nod. He can see the sincerity and honesty in your eyes and he offers a smile back, pecking you. He knows it's true, as it is for him. “The same goes for me.” He cups your cheeks, pressing his forehead to yours, “This isn't a one time thing, okay? You mean so much to me, Ace, and never again do I want to make you feel how I did before.”

His eyes hold so much truth and devotion that you can feel your eyes beginning to water. That is before his hips shift, pressing ever so subtly down, getting into a grinding rhythm as he distracts you from the raw moment with kisses.

He almost jumps out of his skin when your bold hand explores down south, not expecting you to act so brazenly. He shifts, rolling onto his side, allowing your hand to slip inside his pants and wrap around his cock. He can’t help but buck his hips into your palm at the feel of your hand making contact.

“Fuck-Ace.” His eyes droop, looking at you shifting onto your side too, your tits squishing together in the constraints of your bra, his mouth gaping letting out a hitched shaky breath.

Capturing your lips once more, moaning into your mouth, he drowns in the pleasure of how your hand increasingly pumps his cock up and down. He murmurs, resting his forehead against yours with knitted brows, “oh - yeah, ace like that.”

His own hands creep and unbutton your jeans, pushing them down with a bit of urgency. “This okay?”

You nod and ask back, “You? This okay?”

He nods, kissing your cheek and down your neck, “Yes.. better than okay- your hand feels so good.”

You tug your jeans down, kicking them off revealing your panties and he groans, peering down, before he slides a hand rubbing your thigh and tracing his fingers teasingly over the skin as they itch with temptation, brushing gently over your core. He rubs, applying slow pressure over your clothed covered clit and runs a hand through your hair, tugging it back to kiss you. He loves hearing your little sounds muffled into his mouth at the extra sensation you’re feeling.

“So pretty..you sounds so hot.”

You whine sensitively and he swears he’s sent to heaven at the harmonic pitch of your voice. His cock twitches, pulsing in your hand to the sound. Your actions slow focusing on your pleasure and for once he doesn’t mind not being the centre of attention.

He watches with an intense focus full of desire at how your pretty eyes can’t handle staying open, fluttering. The steady rise of your chest increases with every bit of pressure he rubs tauntingly slow. He can't wait any longer, maneuvering his hand under your panties, sliding one finger in, his skin saturated instantly in your juices.

His own breathing congeals to short tiny gasps, eyes darkening, consumed with lustral appreciation. “Soakin Ace. You've been this wet the whole time?”

His question, which seems sincere, causes a flustered reaction and you moan again, grabbing hold of the sheets. He takes it as a yes.

Soft moans of satisfaction infiltrate the room at each hum of your lips. He can feel just how much you’re enjoying this, welcoming him to do what he wants. The trust you have to know what he’s doing is appreciated, and he hums himself in arrogance. Every reaction, sound, movement - watching as your hips begin to jut slightly seek more friction only fills him with a deep pride. You're his girl now, and he’ll never disappoint you again.

His lips move peppering kisses down your neck, nipping at the skin, seeking the achievement of leaving marks of purple hues. “You like that, yeah?”

His finger protrudes deeper, gaining a steady pace, and his eyes flicker away from decoration markings on your neck to your legs spreading wider for his hand. He needs more, hearing every gasp and the sweet moan exhaling from you is pure bliss, and makes him feel on cloud nine.

He hisses gently at how your hand involuntarily squeezes the nearest thing, which happens to be his cock still. It's torture, as you're so focused on him, just pleasing him to even notice the subtle teasing you’re providing. “Sweetheart..” His tone is gritted with bated breath. “F-fuck, please either let go or do something with your hand.”

You moan at the pet name and begin pumping him again, trying to multitask, your brows frowning at his addition of another finger. “Ah- sorry Matty.. I’m trying…just feels s’good!”

He grins at your struggle to speak. “Yeah, feels good?” His fingers meticulously move with skill, slick knuckles deep in your cunt, before he curls them, scraping the spot to make your back arch.

There’s a string of whines as your hips buck up into his hand, “Uh! Yes!”

“Yeah, you want another? Want me to stretch you out…wanna be ready for me, don’t you, Ace?”

While his words are forward and prompting for more, he doesn’t make any moves to do anything until you give him confirmation. He’s continuously checking for your assurance, making sure this is what you want. He just wants to bring you pleasure, watch you get off riding slowly onto his fingers. How your back is arching and your muttering soft pleads, all for him. What's yours is his right.

You nod desperately, “Please Matty!”

He obliges, pushing in a third with ease, your walls contracting to fit him snug inside your drenched pussy. The warmth that evades his fingers has him groaning, listening to a new wave of mews slur out of you. “Fuck-that’s it. Such a good girl, baby.”

He bites back the small protest when you release his cock and grip his arm instead, the indents of your nails digging into his skin, stinging but filling him with a possessive power. He wants your marks on him as much as he wants to leave them on you. To combine your bodies as one and intertwine in a way that goes beyond physical.

Pure bliss overcomes your face and you turn, opening your eyes, glossy with need. Bringing his head down in urgency, you plead. “Matty…Matty, I want more.. Please, I don’t wanna cum unless it’s in you.”

“Shit-t yes yeah?”

His fingers slowly drag, retracting out, pulling a needy whine from the back of your throat, and you nod urgently. He gives his fingers a quick lick, not wanting to waste a single drop of you, watching focused how you shuffle out of your panties.

He shifts sitting up and starts removing his own wet pants with great difficulty. The jeans are heavy and compressed to his thighs tight, causing them to stick, his groin constricted pushing snuggly against the material of his unbutton pants. “Shit- fuck, these are fucking tight now.”

Wandering his gaze at your movements, he watches frozen, disbelieving the vision before him. Sitting up onto your elbows, you unclip your bra, freeing your tits and exposing yourself fully. His pants sit halfway down his legs, his jaw tensing, eyes gazing with enamour at your bare body. He blinks again, swearing this has to be one very good sex dream.

“Fucking Salazar.” He takes in your body as you lay waiting patiently. His lustful gaze only makes you that much hotter. He leans against the bedpost, unable to drag his eyes away. “Ace?”

“Yeah?”

“Just checking this is real.” He finishes pulling his pants down, almost tripping over them with excitement that draws a giggle out of you. The sound of your laugh shakes him out of his daze, and he grins cheekily, continuing his mission of ridding his clothes as fast as possible. “God, I love your laugh.. gonna make me cum right now.”

Your laugh grows in ecstatic shock at his vulgar words. “Mattheo!”

“Oh yeah, look at you practicing screaming already.” He grins, finding your flustering adoring. He frees his cock, admiring the absolutely thirsty look painting your face. He can’t help how his mind backtracks to your admission of not being a virgin, and he lets out a speck of jealousy. “Tell me really, am I bigger?”

“Bigger?” Only just are your eyes able to drift away and up with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah.. Then the fucker who stole your virginity.”

You can’t help the pleased laugh breaking out at his not-so-subtle jealousy, trying to hold back the smug attitude. “Seriously, you're getting jealous now, while I'm baring not only my body but my heart and soul to you.” Lifting a feigned unimpressed eyebrow, you watch with astonishment at how his face changes, expressing a small sheepish smile.

You beckon him closer with a finger, welcoming the confidence flowing through you. “Come here.”

As if pulled by a magnet, he crawls back down, hovering above, his eyes gleaming enticingly and the deep inhale of need. The way you’re looking at him as if he holds all your answers, holds all the warmth for you and that he’s the only one to bring you happiness prick at his skin, feeling nervous. But then you smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and whisper an adorable, “Hi.”

He grins back, finding himself relaxing just at the mere sight of those brimming cheeks and whispers back, “Hey gorgeous.”

His hands roam, maneuvering over your body and pushing your thighs apart. He notes how your eyes fall, breath spiking with anticipation. “Hey, look at me.” His voice is a soft, strained whisper, on the break of losing it altogether as the head of his tip drags through your folds. “You know I love your eyes. It's one of your favourite features of mine.”

He’s never done this before. Been so openly intimate, especially as he’s preparing to fuck someone. He nudges the tip a little further in just gently, a low rumble etching out with hoarse feralness. “I want your eyes on me the whole time, ok Ace.”

Meeting his eye, losing yourself drowning in warm pools of brown neediness, listening to his gentle but essential request, you nod in confirmation. “I will. I never want to turn my back on you again. I love your eyes too much, too.”

His cheeks are hurting from how much they’ve stretched into a smile tonight. “God, you’re perfect, aren’t you?” He captures your lips in a short but passionate kiss.

“Just tell me if it's too much, yeah.” He warns concerningly, biting back the desire to lose control and wreck you completely. At just your nod he utters, looking back up, “words Ace.”

“I will.. yeah, Matty just please..”

“Good girl, such sweet manners.” He grins, licking his lip as he grips his cock, nudging it further in between your folds, his eyes fixed on the way your pretty pussy embraces the head so perfectly, like it was made just for him. A glottal groan of relief passes through his lips and he thrusts his hips gently, his cock sliding deeper into the tightness of your warm walls.

“Oh-f-fuck.” He drops his head, pressing his forehead already beginning to bare a sheen of sweat onto yours, feeling the gaping of your own mouth. The sound that pulls from you is sinful, a delicious lewd moan that makes him grip your hips with firmness to not fall apart so quickly.

“God-yeah! You feel so fucking’good.”

At the flexible way your legs bend back towards your chest naturally, he groans breathlessly, taking it as a sign you’re okay for him to pick up the pace. His hips thrust, driving into you with a satisfying rhythm, the moans continuing to tumble from your lips.

“That’s it… you sound so pretty, baby.” He rasps low and husky. He’s looking at everything, watching the pleasure etched on your face while you lay with your eyes scrunched closed, absorbing it all. He flickers his eyes back and forth from how his cock slides between your folds captivatingly and up to your pretty blessed out face. Your mouth gaping as streams of whiney moans flows out, your head thrown back in ecstasy. “Fuck, I don't know where to look baby…look so good taking me.”

Clutching onto him with a grip of iron, nails pinching into his skin as he cages your body in. His biceps bulge under the movement of holding his weight above you. He drops his head into the crook of your neck and he groans, feeling your fingers dig into his hair, listening to your babbled praises. “Matty- ah feel s’good.”

He roams his hands, stretching your legs wider as he presses his palm down to stabilize himself, his hips vigorously bucking with the strength of a raging bull. He doesn’t know how he told himself he could go easy, with the way your pussy squeezes his cock feels as good as pure heroine. He plants kisses on your neck and turns your head towards him, pressing his lips back onto yours.

He’s in love with the way you feel, the way you sound, your touches roaming his body, switching from gentle caresses to carnal scratches. He feels whole with you, intertwined as bursts of passion taint your tongues, each sound harmonising together heavenly. “Ace.. fuck, you’re so perfect.”

You nod, trying to form a solid thought in response, but the way the tip of his cock is gliding so effortlessly into your cervix only makes you chant his name, your voice breaking with a high pitch strain. It’s one of the most beautiful things he’s ever witnessed and he kisses your ear, whispering sweet nothings into them, encouraging your onboarding orgasm. “Mmm yeah, cum for me baby, so fuckin pretty wanna watch you fall apart.”

Your climax breaks spot of of white light blurring your vision and you tighten your arms around him, clinging to the one thing grounding you from the overwhelming pleasure. His head lifts, watching with pure delight at the way your body convulses, glistening with sweat like an ethereal being. His body shakes as his hips jutter following you. Broken groans mumble against the skin of your neck as he spills his seed into you entirely.

He huffs a tired pant, not wanting to move, for he’s never felt so whole as right now. He murmurs softly, pressing a sloppy kiss to your ear, “s'good..the best ace. I could live in your pussy, just fall asleep and never wake up.”

You catch your breath, letting out a shaky laugh that makes your cunt squeeze his cock, releasing another deep groan. He shifts his cock aching sensitivity and pulls out rolling to lie beside you, wrapping an arm around your neck to tuck you into his side.

He rests his chin on top of your head. “You okay?”

Nodding with droopy eyes, you plant a kiss on his collarbone and try to calm your mind and absorb the reality of what’s just happened. “Yeah..you're definitely bigger.” You grin answering his earlier question. You blink, gazing up at him with nothing but love and a rapturous glow on your face. “but I’m ok.. im great.”

He chuckles warmly, not even caring to be cocky anymore. He tangles his hand into the still wet knot of your locks. “fuck yeah you are..and your super sure you're real?”

You pinch his thigh, making a sudden squeal come out of his mouth. “Alright! Aight, no need to seek revenge on me - I already apologised.” He jests cupping your head in a firm hold like one of his usual headlocks, but only plants a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I am sorry, though, and I mean it.” He shifts so your face is parallel to his and he admires the returning light that shines back into your eyes, a warmth that lights the darkness inside him. He brushes your check with his thumb, over the red hues adorning your cheeks, evidence of your spent state.

“I may be a twat a good portion of the time, and this-”, he gestures between the two of you. “Still scares me, so fucking much.” His words are raw and burn with a vulnerability that still sits unfamiliar in his throat. “You’re truly an enigma. I still don’t know what in the hell you see in me?”

You smile, eyes brimming with the utmost love. "I see everything you don’t.”

It’s the truth, and it always has been. The way Mattheo makes you feel is frightening, electrifying, like you’re caught in a storm and he’s your saving grace, parting the seas, giving you everything you need. How his eyes shine, reflecting your clear emotion, makes your heart beat with the force of a thousand drums stimulating the rest of your body.

A warm buzz vibrates between the two of you, knowing that all along, everything you were both missing was right there. The notion that you'll both be alright, swaddled in the new cocoon of your relationship, both finally receiving the love you deserve together.

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dirtylilspawn · 2 days ago

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Felt like sharing my opinions about the Love & Deepspace boys. Just so you know these are just my thoughts and opinions, we're all different, whether you agree with them or not lol.

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• If had to rank the boys in a list it would be 1#. Zayne, 2#. Xavier, 3#. Rafayel, #4. Caleb, #5. Sylus. I know all the Sylus girlies of feining right now but let me explain!

• I started out thinking I'd be a Sylus girly, came out as a Zayne girly. God that man really does something to me! It's the cold-personality type, all my Zayne girlies know this!

• People be like "Eugh he's so uptight, he's so emotionless, he's so bleh!" Gtfo! YOU DON'T KNOW HIM LIKE I DO LOL!! It's the little subtle expressions that you have too look at! The type of guy that doesn't show his affection out front, but deep inside he's a total simp for you! Who takes care of you all the time, a guy who let's his guard down around you little by little, because he's comfortable! I love it! I can just see myself being the lovable goofball, to his serious demeanor.

• I feel like Zayne girlies have crushes on either Levi - AOT, Sesshomaru - Inuyasha, Aizawa - MHA, or Nanami - JJK. Hell maybe even all.

• Xavier is my second, and he's also my comfort character! He's so cute and wholesome. But he's also a wolf and sheep's clothing which is so fun! Those nightly rendezvous/misty invasion, this boy is a super duper freak!

• People say he's boring, I just call him very domestic. He loves sleeping as so do I! Just a day of staying indoors, sleeping till noon, eating, playing video games, watching movies and cuddling. That's my perfect day!

• I would absolutely melt and cry at the same time hearing his soft voice. I would fall asleep instantly in his arms. No nightmares here!

• At first, I didn't like Rafayel. I could understand other players when they said he was annoying. But over time getting to know him better, and his personality my views changed. Now I love him. It made me realize, that not only do I like the cold-persona type, but I also love bratty flamboyant types as well. And Rafayel embodies it to a tea.

• Oh my dramatic pretty princess, he's so funny. I'm a cat person, and this man is afraid of cats haha!

• Liking him is an acquired taste, I can understand why people are put off. But honestly, he's so fun to be around. And I just love the banter between MC and him. He makes me smile and laugh.

• Caleb came in late, I thought he was a one time character. Didn't see the appeal first hand, but was sad at the explosion part. But dear lord when he came back! I immediately take it back I see it! I DIDN'T BEFORE AND I'M SORRY CALEB, I'M SORRY CALEB GIRLIES I REPENT!

• He definitely gives out big brother/boy next door vibes, which I love. Very protective and poseesive over MC which some people are put off and see as toxic. Eh, I can see it, but maybe it's my own dumbass that like guys who are a tiny bit obsessed over me.

• I feel like everyone needs a Caleb in there life. And I mean that in a platonic way. He's so loyal, fun, teasing, and just a good person. I would feel so comfortable talking to him about my problems in life. And he'd be so understanding and ready to protect, comfort, or give advice.

• Okay now, Sylus! So again I thought I would be a Sylus girl, but no. Not to say that I don't love him, he definitely brings a lot to the table. I do see the great appeal to him, and it works a lot on me.

•People say that when the new character shows up, we need a enemies to lovers plot line. And I'm like, "Uh, don't you see we were with Sylus!" The amount of times I called this man a bitch/bastard/asshole when playing this game is astronomical!! I don't know, it's just something about his personality that just pisses me off. Especially in the beginning!

• The teasing! I can't! This man is gonna give me a heart attack! Maybe it's me, I seriously don't know. There's a lot of Sylus girlies out there. Maybe I'm tripping, hopefully I'm not alone on feeling this way. But l will say he does love us, A LOT. The type to just have you back at all times, and fight for you. And I wouldn't mind having this man lay his full weight on top of me. O////O

• I don't get how others say Caleb needs a new nickname. Saying pipsqueak is cringey or something? I THINK IT'S ADORABLE! Leave it alone! Pipsqueak is cute! Also the nickname kitten from Sylus, I'm fine with it. As long as it's coming from him I'm cool.

• Xavier jealously is sending me lol! It's surprising out of all the characters he's the jealous one besides Caleb.

• Speaking of which I think Xavier and Caleb, if not for MC, I think they would become good friends.

• I don't really self insert, like using my real name and stuff. It's a bit embarrassing, I don't know. I use a fake name, and play as one of my OCS. Their kinda like me, but not as the same time.

• MC herself is definitely not me, but I do like her personality. And there are some lines I could hear myself saying.

• Okay I'll confess...I barely read the anecdotes. Which I know is hypocritical because I can read fanfictions. I'm just picky when reading something, and I get lazy. Please tell me I'm not the only one! Honestly, if it came with audio my attention would be on it.

• I feel like family wise, Sylus & Zayne would be girl dads. Caleb & Xavier would be boy dads. And Rafayel would just have twins, one girl one boy.

• I'm so happy that they have skin tone in the game. I'm gushing everything I see a my MC, or other people's MC on TikTok with any of the boys.

• I just wish that there was more hair options, or maybe even more black reputation in cards.

• 70% battle, 20% crying, And 10% spicy time. I'm grinding my ass off just trying to gain some engery and ascend my cards. And my pockets hurt trying to pull more cards..

• Two words: KITTY CARDS!

• I'm addicted to this game just like the next person as well as the claw machines. But damn! Does this raise my blood pressure when I play.

• Why the hell does Zayne keep spamming cards! Every. Single. Time!

• Rafayel & Caleb keep on cheating!

• Xavier just plays dirty, and Sylus...he gets so much on my nerves. Like he let's you win first hand, but then he completely turns 180. You have the AUDACITY to change colors on the cups I'm using so I don't get a point. SIR! YOU HAVE THE GALL, to play your numbered cards on specific colored cups that aren't the SAME COLOR, when you know I was targeting them. YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DOING!!

• Anyways...yeah I love playing kitty cards!

• The fact that Sylus cannot sing! Yesss! I find it hilarious that it's canon! He thinks that he's hot shit, Luke and Kieran don't have the heart to tell him. Nobody tells him, they silently agree to just let him do his thing.

• Remember that Saiki episode where Nendo was singing Karaoke and everyone was dead (Saiki was out of the room), that's how I imagine that scenario going down with MC and Sylus. Oh god the birthday song, second-hand embarrassment right there.

• Zayne has a sweet tooth, it's a canon fact too. He also hates the dentist which is also hilarious. He doesn't play with his desserts, I can imagine him having a stash on candy in his office.

• What's the purpose of those coins you collect. I'm made that I can't buy anything with it?

• Whenever I get deep in thought about Caleb and MC past together. I can't help but cry. Don't get me wrong the other boys stories with MC are definitely sad. But it's something about Caleb that hits a bit different. The trauma, and what that man goes through in his mind...it's so upsetting even writing right now.

• Rafayel makes me feel more confident in taking the lead. And not just sexually but sensually relationship wise. Like you can tell a couple by who takes the lead in their relationship. And with Rafayel I feel like the there's a switch with leadership roles, between MC and him. But I feel like he would not mind of us taking the leader role, walk him like a dog and such lol.

• Nah I'd treat him with respect...though I definitely feel like Rafayel would be a pretty bratty bottom ^^

• Speaking of which, I feel like any of the boys wouldn't mind subbing for MC. Though Zayne, Caleb, and Sylus do dom more. And I see Xavier and Rafayel as absolute switches.

• I need more Xavier content! I'm being patient Infold please!

• If Infold is introducing us to a new character in the game, I want this guy to have red hair. I don't know why, but something about red haired men do it for me! Make the hair a little longer, doesn't have to be to his back long, maybe down his neck or shoulders.

• Also make him a tsundere. Rafayel is not tsundere he's just sassy and bratty. And Zayne isn't he's just cold and stoic. Give me someone who's a good mix between Kyo Sohma from fruit basket, and Jotaro Kujo from JoJo Bizarre Adventure. Except they wouldn't call me a bitch hahaha!

Anyways that's it for now!

#love and deepspace #headcanons #opinions #debate #funny #love and deepspace opinions #zayne girlie #lads caleb #zayne lads #lads sylus #lads xavier #lads rafayel

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gazsluckyhat · 2 days ago

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Sarah's House

Seventeen - Sea Breeze

Masterlist

We're almost done guys. Chapter twenty will be the end. I hope you guys have enjoyed this as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Also this chapter is more from Kyle's eyes then what i planned on but I love my boy.

Price knew he shouldn't take the mission. The outcome seemed obvious, or so he thought. Until he wasn't anymore.

Like calls to like. Or something of the sort.

Kyle sighed, the sun warm against his skin. He could hear Johnny and Sarah laughing somewhere behind him, and could smell the smoke from John’s cigar from his right. Knew without a doubt that Simon was somewhere close, eyes on them.

“Johnny!” She squealed as splashing sounded in front of him. A hearty laugh before more squealing. The vacation had been her therapist’s idea. After a confession and very emotional dealings she’d said a getaway would do her good. He’d almost broke down when she’d told them. The things she saw. The figures that followed her around.

“It was them that lured me to the forest that day. I-i’d gone to get some air but they were there watching me.” She’d started crying, hot fat tears that she just let fall.

“Who?” John had asked quietly. She’d looked past him, towards the wall then to the doorway. Her voice cracked as she answered.

“Me.” Johnny had wrapped his arms around her shoulders, trying to console her. “It’s always been me.”

“Sarah, you’ve been seeing yourself?” Kyle said, confused. She nodded.

“At first it was just one of me.” Her eyes met it. “It’s before. Before Russia. She’s always angry. Telling me how worthless I am, how I should have died.” Her eyes moved again and welled with more tears. “The other is me during. I didn’t know it until I saw the pictures you’d taken of me. But it’s the same. She’s naked and curled into herself and she just watches. Always staring with dead eyes. Just a reminder of how I failed.”

They’d held her, told her how wrong the voices were and showed her just how much she meant to them. After a talk with her therapist John had sprung a last second getaway on them. There’d been no arguments. Johnny had almost jumped at the chance to take Sarah bikini shopping.

“Okay, okay! You win!” Her squeals made his chest warm, the happiness that radiated from her. He opened his eyes to see Johnny carrying Sarah out of the water, her body thrown over his shoulder. She was laughing.

“Always do, Bonnie.” He smacked the fat of her ass, her body jumping in his hold. He set her down in the sand, sneaking a kiss before grabbing a towel and handing it to her.

“Havin’ fun, love?” Kyle asks, hand reaching for her. Her smile is bright as she nods.

“Haven’t been to the water since before. Missed it.” She places herself beside him on the beach lounger, head cuddling into his neck. Kyle hummed against her wet hair.

“Ready to go in, eat some lunch?” John asked. Sarah nodded, standing up and walking to Simon. His mask was off, shirt along with it. A sleek pair of swimming shorts hung lowly on his hips. Sarah had almost thrown herself at him instantly. They’d all looked delicious. She leans into Simon's chest, smiling up at him.

“Oh, I could go for a bite.” She snaps her teeth at him, he growls and nips at her ear. Johnny joined, hands squeezing her waist.

“Been wanting to strip ya’ since you put that on.” He whispered, licking the column of her throat. His lips attached to the back of her neck as his hands wandered the exposed skin, her hips bucking back into his hold.

“That’s enough, you three. We’ve been out here long enough, we need food before any more physical activities.” But John nipped her ear as he passed, a smirk settling onto his lips. Kyle chuckled. He had to admit, the past three days had been good. Relaxing. Nothing to worry about but sun poisoning and the occasional lizard. Sarah had bounded straight to the water when they’d pulled up. Her clothes thrown behind her, Johnny was joining her seconds later, both of them giggling and playing like kids. After grabbing towels and sunscreen Kyle joined. The water was cool against his heated skin.

“I want more of that pineapple. It was so good.” She latched her fingers through Kyles, smiling up at him.

“Yeah? I’ll cut some more up.” Kyle kisses her head, the smell of salt water wafting off her.

“I’ll make some sandwiches.” Simon pushed the door open, the breeze from the open windows blowing the curtains. Sarah unlatched herself and stood in the living room, eyes closed. Her hands fiddled with each other as she smiled.

“You good, love?” John whispered in her hair as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Yeah. Just taking it all in.” Turning in his hold she smiled up at him, her hands tangling into the messy strands. None of the boys had gotten a haircut recently so it was much longer and messier than usual. Well, Kyle’s wasn’t. “For the first time in a long long time, I feel safe and content and oh so very happy.” She placed a kiss on John's chest and leaned into him.

“Is that right, dove?” She nodded, one hand disappearing from view. “I think I speak for everyone when I say, so do we.” Placing a kiss to her head he jolted, a hand wrapping around her wrist, the rest of her hand pressed into his swimming shorts. “Sarah, I said after lunch.” Her hand wiggled in his hold, fingertips tickling his hardening dick.

“Please? I’ve been good. Watching you all in those tiny ass shorts laying out in the sun. I can’t wait any longer.” John closed his eyes and sighed. “C’mon daddy.” You could see him breaking. The hand holding her wrist dropped it in an instant to wrap around her throat.

“Then get on your knees.” The twinkle in her eyes made Kyle’s dick twitch. He watched as she lowered herself down, John’s hand resting on her head as he pushed the navy blue shorts to the floor, his fist wrapped around his dick. Sarah licked her lips, like she was about to feast. He could sense Johnny and Simon behind him, all eyes on their captain and lover. They all watched as John lowered himself to her level, taking her mouth and kissing it deeply. He shoved his tongue in her mouth, before pulling back slightly.

“Open.” She did and he spit. A spark going up Kyle’s spine as Sarah swallowed. John stood back up before taking her air in his hands and groaned as she began to lick up his shaft, making sure it was wet before sucking as far as she could. Gagging she pulled back before repeating the motion, John’s hand guiding her. The sounds vulgar as she drooled around his length and tears rolled down her cheeks. Kyle was hard, the sight of her on her knees sucking John off almost enough to finish him there. Sarah moaned, head bobbing a bit faster. Out of the corner of his eyes, Kyle spotted Simon walking behind her. She clocked him out of the side of her eye and hummed causing John to throw his head back. Simon wrapped his hand around her throat, his other hand dipping between her thighs. Kyle watched as she spread her legs farther apart and how she began to tremble.

“Fuckin’ beautiful, Flower.” He nuzzled her hair. “Lips stretched around the Cap’s cock.” He squeezed her throat, her eyes rolling back.

“Mouth’s almost as good as her pussy.” John said as he let go of her hair and watched. Kyle turned towards Johnny to see him pressed against a chair, dick in his hands as he stroked it.

“Flower loves to please, don’t ‘ya?” Sarah nodded, mouth still full. Simon bent down to kiss her cheek, licking up some of the spilt saliva. “You want him to cum in that pretty mouth?” Another nod, pretty eyes flicking up to John who cursed. Simon held her head so John began to thrust into her mouth furiously. Kyle took deep breaths every time she gagged, more tears rushing down her plump cheeks. Kyle let his hand rub across the bulge in his shorts, every small noise Sarah made causing it to twitch. He could hear Johnny fucking his fist. The noise only added to the fire in his belly.

“Fuck-that’s it.” John’s hips stuttered before he stilled, his dick pulsing as it emptied in her mouth. As John pulled back, she smiled. Simon gripped her cheeks.

“Swallow.” She did. “Open.” She obeyed. Her mouth must have been empty because Simon forced her up by her jaws and began to kiss her. Spit ran down her jaw. John walked behind her, a hand snaking to untie her bikini top, it fell to the floor easily. John’s fingers begin to roll her nipples between his fingers, Sarah groaning into her kiss with Simon.

“So pretty for us, love.” John kissed down her neck, allowing his fingers to dip into her bottoms. “Want us to fuck you?”

“Please.” It was breathy, whiny almost. Simon chuckled, kicking his shorts off before lifting her up easily. Her bottoms landed somewhere to Johnny’s left. Simon laid down on the couch, Sarah straddling his hips. She whimpered as she rubbed herself against his bare dick, Simon smiling at her.

“Such a needy little pet.” He nipped her neck. “Johnny, wanna play?” Johnny was by his side in a second, Sarah leaning to kiss him. Simon lifted her up enough to slip inside her, Johnny using her gasp to stick his tongue in. Sarah groaned, hand tangling in Johnny’s overgrown hair. She used her hands to tug him behind her, bending over onto Simon to give him access.

“You want me here? In your ass?” Sarah moaned as her answer.

“Fuck.” Kyle slipped his hand into his shorts now, knowing he wasn’t gonna last. He joined John, both of them sitting in the chairs across from the couch. They watched as Johnny spit into his hand, and pushed a finger into her ass. They watched as she tightened up, Simon slowly raking his fingertips up and down her back to ease her. Johnny continued to thrust his finger into her before pushing in another. She gasped a bit before pushing back against his hand, moaning. Her eyes caught Kyle’s and she whimpered.

“Jesus Christ.” He breathed before tightening his hand around his dick to keep from cumming too soon. Johnny soon stood, climbing behind her and pressing his cock into her, his eyes falling shut as he bottomed out. Simon wrapped his arm around Sarah’s neck and held her to his chest before giving Johnny time to adjust and pick up a rhythm. Simon matched him, pulling out when Johnny pushed in. Sarah trembled between them, sweat pooling in the small of her back.

“Look at ‘em.” John said from beside him. His voice wavering. Kyle couldn’t not look. He was stuck on her form, being fucked by two of his best friends. He felt almost possessed, like he wasn’t in his body. All he could feel was the extreme pressure from needing to cum and the heat of his cock in his hand. He shook from trying to keep himself still, hanging off the cliff in his mind. Sarah was moaning, fingernails clawing at both Simon and Johnny. Tears pricking her eyes. A sudden intake and she was mumbling.

“Oh God. Can’t- fu-please, please-ahhh.” Johnny fisted her hair and pulled her back against him. Kyle and John both heard the Scot whispering in his native language. Sarah keened before Simon snuck his fingers between them and began rubbing her clit, the pleasure making her jump. Her hand flicked out to grip Simon arm but suddenly Kyle was there, left hand wrapped around her wrist as she stared at him wide eye’d.

“Ky-” Her eyes screwed shut as Simon pressed harder, Kyle leaning up to suck on one of her nipples. The attention seemed to be overwhelming as she began to squirm, soft cries falling from her lips. “I’m-fuck-gonna-” Kyle felt Johnny slam into her, her body jolting forward into Kyle arms, he was careful not to knock into Simon. Sarah began shaking, her arms locking around his neck.

“Fuck, bonnie.” Johnny finished next, hands tight against her hips. Kyle smiled into her breasts, lips making a line to her neck. He could feel Simon’s thrust become jerky, Sarah softly mewling in his hold. Three more thrusts and Simon was panting under her, his chest rising quickly.

“That’s it. Time out.” He waved his hands limply as Kyle lifted Sarah into his arms, heading for the master suite and bathroom.

“C’mon love. Let’s leave the old men to cool down.” Sarah chuckled in his neck.

“Ay! Who’re you calling old, Garrick?” John shouted after the pair. She giggled more.

The bed was huge, Simon, Sarah and John could sleep in it comfortably. Even with Simon manspreading. Sarah sat down before crawling to her spot in the middle.

“C’mere.” She made grabby hands at him, pouting her lip when he motioned to the bathroom. “No. Join me.” They all had a problem telling her ‘no.’ So Kyle crawled up to her.

“Yes, my queen.” She ran a hand down his side, around his hip and pinched his ass, giggling when he jolted. “Sarah, warn me next time, yeah?”

“You four never warn me, so no.” Snaking her arms around his neck she pulled him on top of her. “You never got a turn Sergeant.”

“We need to shower, love.” She shook her head no.

“I want you to fuck me, Ky.” He gasped as she began to suck a mark on his neck, grinding his hips instinctively. Her legs pressed open wider as he bucked to meet him. Pulling back she kissed him. Kyle still had moments when he didn’t feel adequate enough for their little family but Sarah or one of the boys were always there to steer him correct. Sarah just so happened to be a hands-on teacher. Notching his head at her entrance he slowly pushed in, savoring the way she gripped him tighter. How her mouth opened to moan.

“Oh God, Ky.” He shushed her, pulling back only to thrust a bit harder. She pulled his curls, licking a stripe up his jaw as he began a faster speed. “I love you.”

“Yeah, well let me show you.” She cried out as he pulled her legs up, bending them at her knees and pushed her heels to her ass. The position was depper, she had no choice but to allow him to ruin her. And God did he love to. Loved the little tears that ran down her cheeks from the slam of his hips or the incoherent words that she mumbled as he pounded into her. “Can’t wait until we start that family you’ve been asking for.” She whimpered. “Keep you nice and fucked out. Give you my baby. Hm? You want that?” She nodded, but couldn’t answer. Her fingers clawed at his arms and he chuckled. He wasn’t gonna last much longer though, not with how she was gripping him or from the scene from before. Kyle pushed up, allowing her legs to lay flat before pressing his body on top of hers, forcing her to look at him while he fucked her, his fingers marking her hip.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know Sarah Jakobs.” Tears began to stream. “Finding you was the good thing we needed after so many failures. You are my reason for breathing.” Touching their foreheads together he finished. Sarah shook slightly as Kyle kissed her face, fingers pushing sweat and ocean slick hair from her cheeks. Soon he’d get her a shower and then maybe a nap, but now he’d bask in the light she gave. In the love they found.

#call of duty #john price #call of duty imagine #johnny mactavish #call of duty smut #soap #kyle garrick #price #gaz #simon ghost riley #ghost #gazsluckyhat

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sudoki-sara1 · 1 day ago

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Chapter 16: The Show Must Go On/More Than Friend Less Than Lovers

Ruby had finally made up her mind. Despite her father and sister's wishes she'll be going to Haven in Mistral to work towards becoming a huntress. Luckily she was able to get in touch with Jaune and two members of his old team. She opened the door to find the three waiting for her.

Ruby: Alright, I'm ready to go.

Ruby slung a backpack over her shoulder to which Jaune quickly took it off her as Ren and Nora sighed.

Jaune: We won't be needing this, Rubes. It'll just slow us down. A sleeping bag is all you'll need.

Jaune took out a sleeping bag from Ruby's backpack before she noticed the two ends of Jaune's Meteor Hammer hanging off of him. While the blunt end, Gan Jiang, looked relatively the same she noticed where the blade, Mo Ye, once was there's now a hook almost resembling a sickle.

Ruby: You uh... you changed your weapon, I see.

Jaune stood and held the sleeping bag under his arm.

Jaune: Huh, oh yeah I did. Figured a hook might come in handy given Anima's rough terrain.

Ruby ran her hand along the hook being careful not to cut herself on the sharp edge.

Ruby: It's... very sharp.

Ren coughed to get the two's attention.

Ren: Ahem, we should get going before it gets dark or we'll miss the Bullhead.

Ruby: Ah, right I almost forgot.

Ruby and Jaune quickly caught up to Ren and Nora. As the four walked Ruby decided to end the awkward silence.

Ruby: So... the Bullhead can only take us to the most southern part of Anima?

Jaune, nodding: Yeah, with the CCT down Bullheads are only allowed to travel so far for safety reasons.

Nora groaned as she heard this.

Nora: So that means we have to WALK?

Jaune: I mean... yeah, but I don't mind. Besides it could be nice.

The four shared a few laughs and jokes here and there as they finally arrived at the Bullhead departing to Anima. Jaune took a deep breath as he steeled himself for the long ride.

/ / /

Jaune almost thew up a few times and as they landed Ren and Nora had to help him off the Bullhead.

Ruby: Maybe we should check into a nearby Inn.

Ruby took a look around the port town.

Jaune: Yeah... maybe we should.

Jaune gagged, making sure to take deep breaths. Ren sighed as he and Nora dragged Jaune to a nearby bench.

Ren: Well if we do we'll have to make some lien afterwards since we only have enough to stay one night.

Ruby blinked as she processed this new found information.

Ruby: Wait what? Y-You guys brought barely any money?

Nora patted Jaune's back as he slowly came back to his senses.

Nora: Ren and I are orphans. Jaune says he grew up on the "outskirts" so I doubt he has any money.

Ruby: Great... so now we're all homeless. I'm sure we can find at least ONE cheap inn around here.

As the three looked around Jaune finally came back to life.

Jaune: A map... we need a map of Anima and... a compass.

Ren nodded before crossing his arms.

Ren: Jaune's right. If we're going to spend money we should make sure we can at least navigate this place first.

As much as they all wanted to be able to sleep with a roof over their head they couldn't dismiss the importance of navigation. Ruby turned around preparing to walk away.

Ruby: I'll... look for a map store.

A few hours passed and Ruby had finally returned, a rolled up map in one hand a compass in the other.

Ruby: Alright... so that was most of our budget. I guess we're sleeping in the woods.

Jaune sighed, getting up from the bench.

Jaune: Yeah, at least we still have a few hours of daylight to set up a fire and eat. Lead the way, Rubes.

Ruby opened the map and led the three out of the town.

Ruby: This is not how I expected our journey to start off.

Ren: I suggest you get used to it.

/ / /

The sun began to set as the four were barely outside of the town. Nora grew frustated with the walking.

Nora: How did you get us lost in the town!?

Ruby: I'm sorry, I didn't know the map was upside down!

Jaune face palmed before walking off the trail.

Jaune: Whatever, this is as good a place as any to set up camp.

Ruby pouted as she watched Jaune go off to collect fire wood.

Ruby: I miss Vale.

/ / /

The four sat around a fire as four fish were set over it, slowly cooking.

Ren, noticing only three sleeping bags: Hey Jaune... where are you sleeping?

Jaune, mumbling: I forgot a sleeping bag.

Nora, tilting her head: You... forgot... a sleeping bag?

Jaune: Yeah, I forgot a sleeping bag and I couldn't find logs big enough to make a tent.

Ruby, sighing: I suppose I could let you sleep in mine. It should be big enough anyways.

Jaune took the four fishes off the fire and handed one to everyone.

Jaune: No, it's fine... I don't need that much sleep anyways.

Ruby pouted as she ate her fish.

Ruby: Well I inisist.

Ren bit into his fish slightly disappointed by the lack of flavor.

Ren: Someone has to keep watch though. I hear Anima has a nasty Grimm casualty rate.

Ruby sighed as she finished her fish.

Ruby: Fine... just don't hesitate to sleep if you get tired.

As soon as the four finished their fish Ren, Nora, and Ruby went to sleep in their sleeping bag. Meanwhile Jaune decided to get some training in as he kept watch.

/ / /

Late into the night Ruby awoke to the rhythmic thud of something banging against a tree followed by the sound of wood being sliced. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Getting out of her sleeping bag Ruby followed the noises and found Jaune tossing Gan Jiang and Mo Ye at a tree. She couldn't help but notice the wear and tear of the tree along with the marks left by his weapons. More importantly she noticed Jaune's shirtless body, his muscles glistened in the moonlight as sweat dripped down his body. Jaune panted as sweat dripped down his face.

Jaune: Damn it... not good enough. I need to practice on an actual target.

Ruby saw the bruises and scars on his body. The bags under his eyes indicative of his restless nights training.

Ruby: Jaune... why do you push yourself so much?

Jaune sat up against the tree as he panted.

Jaune: I refuse... to be useless.

Jaune hung his head as his began to shut on their own. Ruby slowly approached the blonde and ran her hand across his body. She felt the numerous scars along his body and sighed.

Ruby: Please rest for now. I'll take the next watch.

Ruby sat beside him, she would make sure the boy was safe.

/ / /

The sun rose as Ruby felt a hand on her shoulder. She slowly opened her eyes and yawned as she saw Jaune in front of her.

Ruby: Oh... good morning Jaune.

Jaune: Jeez, did you really sleep out here? I thought I told you I could keep watch.

Ruby blushed a little, remembering the sight she saw.

Ruby: S-Sorry, I was just... worried.

Jaune stood up and put on his jacket.

Jaune: It's fine. Pack up so we can get a move on.

Ruby nodded and ran off to help Ren and Nora pack their things. After Jaune put out what was left of the fire the four were back on the trail. The trek to Mistral would be a long and dangerous journey.

Ruby: So... Jaune, how come you don't talk about your past.

Nora: Ruby! You don't just ask an orphan about their past!

Ruby: I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-

Jaune: I'm not an orphan. My parents are... probably out there. I just... don't have the best relationship with my family, especially my dad.

Ren tilted his head in confusion.

Ren: Huh? Why's that?

Jaune: Well... my family wasn't exactly fond of the idea of me becoming a hunter.

Ruby: Ah... I see, I didn't realize that was the case... but then how are you so good at fighting?

Jaune pondered Ruby's questioned.

Jaune: Well... when I was 12 I... ran away. I managed to find someone willing to train me.

There was a long silence before Jaune continued.

Jaune: I... don't regret my actions. To be free... one must give up something in return. For me... that was my chances at a normal life.

Nora: Is that... really what you believe?

Jaune, nodding: It's what I've always believed. Freedom means something different to everyone... but we all must sacrifice something to achieve it.

Silence engulfed the group as they followed the trail.

/ / /

A few hours passed when the four heard the sound of falling trees. They instinctively followed the sound and found the Geist Grimm possessing some boulders. Ren, Nora, and Ruby looked at Jaune before nodding. Ruby used her semblance to close the distance between her and the Grimm. She attempted to shoot it only to find it ineffective.

Despite the Grimm's size it was quite fast and swatted at Ruby, missing by a hair. Nora and Ren shot at the Grimm and provided cover for Jaune as he hit the Grimm with Gan Jiang.

Jaune: Damn it... Gan Jiang isn't heavy enough to do any damage.

So far the only one doing any damage was nora with her grenade launcher.

Jaune: Nora! Hammer!

Nora grinned as her weapon switched into its hammer form and she gripped the handle. Hitting the ground she was able to launch herself into the air towards the Grimm. She laughed hysterically as she hit the Grimm's "arm" and shattered it.

Jaune: Alright!

As Jaune cheered the Geist simply replace its arm with a nearby tree and swatted Jaune away.

All: Jaune!

Jaune: Gah!

Air escaped the boy's lungs as his back hit a tree. Jaune looked and Mo Ye before looking at his team struggling to fight. An idea had finally crossed his mind.

Jaune: Ren, Nora, Ruby cover me!

The three nodded as the shot at the Grimm. Nora destroyed any of the attacks that almost hit Jaune. As he got close enough he jumped onto the Grimm's "arm" and tightened his grip on Mo Ye. He managed to get the blade under the Grimm's face and grabbed the rope.

Jaune: Now I've got you.

The boy jumped backwards and pulled the rope as hard as he could, ripping the Grimm's "face" off the boulders. Jaune panted as soon as he landed and grabbed Mo Ye's handle.

Jaune: That... took way too long.

Ren: At least we won…

Ren's voice trailed on as everyone caught their breaths. As soon as Jaune was able to walk again he led everyone back on the trail.

/ / /

The group would eventually come across a town.

Ruby: Finally! A town! I need a shower.

Ruby let out a sigh of relief.

Jaune: I'll go ahead and look for a blacksmith. I need to make some upgrades to Gan Jiang.

Jaune walked off deeper into the town as he folded the map and put it away.

Nora: Alright! Ruby and I will look for a bath house.

Nora dragged Ruby along with her and Ren sighed as he followed behind.

After a few minutes the four met back up and the town entrance.

Jaune: Alright, I got a few good recommended blacksmiths. Once I upgrade my weapon we can head back on the road.

Nora: No! We're heading to the bath house. We all need a bath.

Nora complained to which Jaune face palmed.

Jaune: Fine, I'm gonna go get an upgrade first though.

Nora reluctantly followed and so did the other two. As the four enter the weaponsmith they're met with a burly man.

Weapon smith: Ah, hello there. What can I do for you?

Jaune placed Mo Ye and Gan Jiang onto the counter and pointed at the 20 ounce head of Gan Jiang.

Jaune: I need a heavier head for this part of my weapon. It's twenty ounces right now... I want to make it much heavier I'm thinking... a pound and a half (680 grams).

The weapons smith looks at the Meteor Hammer.

Weapon smith: Hm... I suppose I could do that. Do you have the material necessary and the lien?

Jaune placed four ounces worth of steel onto the counter.

Jaune: Is this enough?

Weapon smith: That oughta do it. I'll get this all melted down and prepared for you.

The weaponsmith takes the head of Gan Jiang and the steel off the counter and into the back. The four wait and Ruby decides to break the silence.

Ruby: So... why do you want to make your weapon heavier?

Jaune: ... Back at the forest I could barely do any damage. We'll be coming across more and more dangerous Grimm. If they're all as tough as the one we just faced then... I have to be able hit harder than ever before.

Ren nodded a long as he took in the information.

Ren: But if you can't hit as fast that extra weight becomes useless.

Jaune: I can keep up, don't worry.

The weapon smith came back, carrying a large steel ball.

Weapon smith: Here, I went ahead and smoothed it down for you.

Jaune took the ball and attached it to the rope of his weapon. Before the four could leave Ruby placed Crescent Rose on the counter.

Ruby: I have a request.

Ruby places Pyrrha's armor onto the counter.

Ruby: Melt this armor down and make some engravings into my weapon for it.

The stern look on Ruby's face was one of pain. Someone who had lost something or someone close. The weapon smith nodded and took the armor and Crescent Rose into the back.

A few hours pass before he returns with Crescent Rose now donning a spiral pattern of gold a rose on both sides near the trigger.

Weapon smith: I hope this satisfies you. You kids stay safe. First time services are on the house.

Jaune and Ruby nod as they follow Ren and Nora out of the shop.

/ / /

Nora, stretching: Jeez, now can we head to the bath house?

Jaune sighs before reluctantly agreeing.

Jaune: Fine, where is this bath house. My body could use the relaxation."

Nora bounced with excitement as she led the group to the bath house.

Jaune's expression appeared agitated as he read the sign outside of the bath house.

Jaune: Mixed... bathing? Couple's discount? Are you serious?

Nora: I am dead serious. You said it yourself, we need to save money wherever we can.

Jaune looked back at Ren and Ruby.

Jaune: And... you two are okay with this?

Ren, shrugging: I don't mind.

Ruby however shifted a little as she blushed.

Ruby: W-Well maybe I'm having a few second thoughts.

Nora playfully slapped Ruby's back.

Nora: Nonsense! You're the one who said we should go here!

Ruby: I-I guess...

Ruby pouted as Nora began to push the three into the bath house where they're greeted by a young woman at the counter.

???: Welcome! I hope you four enjoy your bath!

Four: Reese!?

Reese: Eep! Uh... h-hey didn't expect to see any more familiar faces.

Jaune: Why are you working a bath house?

Jaune tried to stall and get out of this situation.

Reese: It's uh... I'm here visiting some old friends. Haven's classes are out at the moment so I thought I'd try to make some extra lien.

Reese shifted as she rubbed the back of her head and chuckled nervously.

Nora: Right, we're just gonna go on in now.

Nora began to push the other three.

Reese: Um... showers are separate... and uh make sure to get the towels.

Nora rolled her eyes before grabbing four towels and handing one to the others.

/ / /

In the locker room Jaune and Ren were undressing, Ren's slim and slender build was in stark contrast with Jaune's more lean build. Whereas Jaune's body was covered in scars Ren's was smooth and unsullied.

Ren: ... How'd you get those scars?

Jaune folded his clothes and placed them in the locker.

Jaune: I don't skimp out when it comes to training.

Ren winced as he imagined what kind of training can do that to a man's body.

Ren: I suppose the look suits you.

Jaune: It wasn't about whether it suited me or not. I had to get stronger if I wanted to survive.

There was a long silence as Ren took in his leader's words. The two entered the shower area, finding it to be unusually empty. Apart from the emptiness the two washed their body before entering the bath.

/ / /

Nora and Ruby entered the locker room. Nora gave Ruby a smug look as they undressed.

Nora: So, you excited?

Ruby's face was absolutely flushed.

Ruby: Sh-Shut up... I'm not... maybe a little.

Nora: Think you'll be able to get a peek?

Ruby was absolutely flustered as she remembered when she saw Jaune shirtless in the forest. With shaky hands she managed to place her clothes in the locker and followed Nora into the shower room.

/ / /

Ren and Jaune entered the bath, a towel wrapped around their waists. At the same time Nora and Ruby entered the bath, their bodies wrapped in a towel. Whereas Ruby's body was small and petite with a narrow waist Nora's was almost the opposite her curves being accentuated by the towel.

Nora: Yoo-hoo, over here!

Nora called out to the two boys as she waved at them. Jaune blushed as he saw the girls. Attempting to hide his embarrassment he sunk into the water as the girls entered the bath with them.

Nora: Looks like we have the place all to ourselves, huh?

Nora moved closer to Ren who was seemingly calm about this entire interaction.

Ruby: W-wow, you uh.. you look good, Jaune.

Ruby made her way closer to Jaune and placed a hand on his arm as he sat up.

Jaune: ... Y-You look nice too, Rubes.

Jaune and Ruby's faces were almost as red as tomatoes. Whether from the heat of the bath or their own emotions the two hormonal teens couldn't help but get closer to each other.

Ruby: You know... Weiss sure has good tastes.

Ruby moved even closer. Were she a little taller her shoulders would be touching Jaune's.

Ruby: You look good with wet hair.

Jaune: Th-Thanks...

He could barely get his words out. Jaune didn't mind Ruby's company far from it. He did however know that he should keep his actions in check. Both him and Ruby were growing teens, their hormones were all over the place. Should he give Ruby the wrong idea who knows what can happen.

Ren and Nora were seated directly across Jaune and Ruby. Unlike the blond and petite though Ren and Nora seemed to be perfectly comfortable being next to each other. It almost looked like they were both asleep.

Jaune: Ruby... don't you think you're kinda too close?

Ruby: ...Jaune I've been told to seize any oppurtunity I can. I... I want to make the most of my travels with you... please.

Jaune's eyes widened in surprise at the girl's confession.

Jaune: W-What are you saying? Ruby I... I don't think that's...

His voice trailed on as the girl started getting closer and bolder with her actions. She placed her hand on his thigh as she inched forward. Their breaths grew heavy as her hand snuck under his towel.

Jaune: Ruby... we shouldn't... we shouldn't do this...

Ruby: Why not...

Ruby's words were heavy, and she showed no signs of backing down. She wanted this, and she knew Jaune was too pent up to even say no to her advances.

Without a second thought Ruby's lips met the boy's. Jaune wrapped his arms around the girl now straddling his lap as she placed her hand on his chest for support. Her lips tasted like strawberries... he loved it. The kiss felt like an eternity, and when their lips separated they both struggled to catch their breath.

Jaune: Ruby... we should stop.

Ruby shook her head as she wrapped her arms around Jaune's neck, and she pulled him in for another kiss. This time the kiss was more intimate. Their tongues began to explore each other's mouth. He placed one hand on the back of Ruby's head and the other on her lower back. Ruby moaned into the kiss as Jaune began to grow bolder. Their lips separated once more to catch their breaths.

Jaune: H-Hold on... maybe we should wait until we're somewhere more private?

Ruby couldn't even speak with how amazed she was at Jaune's performance. She could simply nod as she got off the boy's lap.

/ / /

After waking up Ren and Nora the four left the bath house. While Ren and Nora felt refreshed Jaune and Ruby were... feeling something in their lower body. They were definitely gonna have to continue after later on the road.

As they traveled Nora walked beside Ruby and whispered to her with a smug look.

Nora: You got pretty bold at the bath house. You're lucky Ren was asleep. Perhaps you should invite me next time?

Ruby blushed at Nora's words. There is definitely more for her to look forward to than she thought.

#jaune arc #rwby #rwby jaune #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #lie ren #rwby ren #rwby nora #nora valkyrie #reese chloris #lancaster #rwby lancaster

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rosesradio · 2 years ago

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day 2 of what i call the redneck convention aka a family function

#it just so happens there's two events that call for a cookout--we never hang out two days in a row--usually i get a break of a few months--#so idk if i can handle it #not to mention my sister has work & my fave cousin brings her bf all the time & is busy talking with him #so it's just gonna be me & all these other family members i don't like ://#& okay let me say a thing #yesterday i was having a conversation with my sister--clearly a private conversation #& my weird aunt just literally barged in between us like 'what what are you guys up to huh what what'#& i just like nervously laughed & was like 'yeah we're just talking'#& then she just starts standing right next to me--like glued at the hip and literally says 'what if i just wanna stand right here--#next to you and just follow you around?'#& i just kinda nervously laughed & tried to shuffle away but she literally started following me around like that #& i know it's ridiculous but i could feel my fight or flight kick in because she was in my personal space & not listening to me #but all i did was kinda laugh again & say 'no thanks i gotta go wash my hands so i can eat--the food's almost ready'#& i had to say that like twice & then she actually got pissed & huffed before storming off #& then later in front of everyone she told my mom something like 'you need to correct your daughter's behavior she's very rude'#as if my mom could do anything #(like don't get me wrong my mom could say 'behave a certain way or we'll kick you out because you're an adult' but she's not gonna do that)#& my mom & dad were both just like '???' when i explained it because i didn't do anything rude--#like genuinely how The Fuck am i supposed to respond with some aunt getting into my space & refusing to leave even when i'm uncomfortable #my parents told me not to worry about it because she's just weird all the time (which i know) but because she's got nothing else going on--#in her life she'll probably still try to make drama out of that little interaction today #idk i might just gaslight her by pretending i don't remember what happened. gatekeep girlboss etc #& don't get me wrong i have complete sympathy for people who aren't good with social cues--i'm one of the most awkward people at these--#functions. but personal space is where i draw the line because you can't just get into someone's space & insist on being there even when--#they're clearly uncomfortable #sigh anyways these tags are so long. wish me luck ://#rose.txt

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fumiliar · 6 months ago

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self-restraint is one thing kento prides on. he is a good man, or at least he tries to be. his eyes landed on your flailing figure, pinching his nose bridge to prepare himself. you, gojo, kento and shoko went out for drinks to celebrate the fact you 4 were still alive.

your mind was blank, you had no self-control, it was like the shame centre in your brain got turned off.

"oh my god!" you squealed in excitement. "my favourite song!" you stumbled off your bar stool, going to stand up on the table, gojo supporting your brave act.

kento acted quick. right when your foot landed on the table, you were pulled back by an immeasurable amount of strength, your back landing on someone's muscular chest.

"how drunk are you?" a gruff voice spoke right beside your ear, sending shivers through your whole body. your senses were already heightened, but at this moment, you could feel everything. you could hear the fastening rhythm of your heart, along with the steady rhythm of another's.

"earth to y/n~," satoru's singsong voice echoed through your empty head.

"yea, sorry," you shook your head, turning around to see kento's disapproving look. his hand keeping a deathly grip on your wrist, ensuring you were always close to him, in case you'd do something embarrassing, or at least that's what he tells himself.

"y/n, i'll bring you ho-"

"don'tt, you're such a party pooper nanamin! we were just getting started," the blue eyed man whined, he looked like he was about to start a tantrum.

"yeah, let's just wrap it up, i wanna go home," shoko agreed with kento, getting ready to leave. "i'll leave y/n to you, gojo, come." satoru following shoko like a sad puppy.

"let's go home," kento used his free hand to pack up your stuff, double checking if you took anything out of your purse.

"you're so hot when you take care of me," you freely complimented kento, his ears slowly turning beet red.

"i like you kento, you know that right?" you kept talking, kento's face slowly turning a darker shade of red. "why are you so red? are you having a fever?" you used your free hand to feel his forehead, even in your drunken state, you still worried about his health.

"no...y/n. i'm fine," he put your bag on your shoulder as he led you out of the establishment.

"ow....my feet hurt ken," you pouted looking down at your heels.

restrain yourself kento. restrain. was the only thing he could think off as he looked back at you. he didn't want to take advantage of your drunken self. he knelt down as he took of your heels, you bracing yourself on his back. he slowly took your hand of his back, putting down your heels on the ground to take off his blazer.

"up," his back facing you as he knelt down. you weren't going to waste a chance getting piggy backed. instantly, your arms slid around his neck as your legs trapped his torso. kento stood up, picking up your heels and adjusting his hold on you.

"comfy?" you nodded against his neck. "take this, and wrap it around your waist," he handed you his blazer. you instantly listened, wrapping the blazer around your waist, making sure you don't flash anyone along your way home.

"ken, you're so good to me," you mumbled, nibbling on his neck, eliciting a groan out of the man.

"you're such a tease," kento chuckled, smiling to himself at his current predicament.

"we're not even dating....hft," you sighed. kento let out a hearty laugh at your dissatisfaction.

"why do you want us to date?" kento asked making you even more disappointed.

"what woman doesn't want stability!" this time you were annoyed. you straightening your back, not leaning on kento's anymore. kento was still joyful, instead of responding to your annoyance, he loosened his grip on your legs, your instincts kicked in, quickly wrapping your hands around his neck once more to ensure your safety.

"were you about to drop me??" panic was evident in your tone, but kento was still amused. "answer me!" your hand hitting on his chest.

"y/n," kento sternly called out your name, abruptly stopping your abuse on his chest. "we're married love, isn't that the epitome of stability? why would i regress our relationship to just boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"huh?..." you were confused for a second, quickly looking at your hand. and there it was, glistening in the moonlight, your wedding ring. "oh.."

kento couldn't help but tease your drunken self, his self-restraint always wavering when it came to you. the prim and proper man turning playful in your presence, he just couldn't help it. he continued his walk home, occasionally giggling at your forgetful nature.

"i hope you don't forget this moment," kento muttered under his breath, knowing full well you would have no memory of this event, only a pounding headache to remind you of yesterday's events.

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nochepsicodelica · 4 months ago

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Bear Boyfriend Toji returns. ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ <- Hell yeah, that's the clingy thing <3

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ᕦʕ •`ᴥ•´ʔᕤ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Don't let him catch you wearing his clothes, unless you want him relentlessly tailing you for the rest of the day until you both go to sleep. It's one thing to put his shirt on to go to bed, but it's a whole other thing to wear it in broad daylight, while cleaning the house, cooking, folding and putting away your laundry, etc. He will follow you and try to corner you as you make your way around, trying to get all these things finished. You have to be very strong-willed in order to duck under his arms and escape him when he tries to seduce you by caging you against the wall. It doesn't deter him when you leave him standing there with his hands still planted on the wall. He laughs it off, mutters something under his breath about you being a tease and keeps chasing you, his prize.

Cooking is the hardest thing to do in his clothes. You're literally working with fire, sharp knives, and multitasking it up, while he's clinging to you and whispering in your ear all the filthy things he wants to do to you while you wear his shirt. You're crying your eyes out while you cut an onion and when you ask him to watch the pot, he Toji Taxes you. Says, "Yeah, sure, I'll stir... For two kisses and a squeeze." Unbelievable, but you need that help, so with a much called for roll of your stinging, bleary eyes, you make your way to him and let him take what he wants in exchange for his assistance. After one very long squeeze to your boob over his shirt and two kisses, he happily has a wooden spoon in his hand. Indulging him in his demands only fueled his desire to get you back in his grasp. It's that damn shirt, it fits like a short dress on you. Another thing he loves is that if you reach high enough for something, he gets a peek at the mere pair of underwear you're sporting under it.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ᕦʕ •`ᴥ•´ʔᕤ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ When it rains, good luck getting this bear of a man off of/away from you. It's hard enough to get out of bed on a daily basis because of how he constantly drags you back until he's ready to get out of bed, but rainy days are something else entirely. It's cold, the sky is gloomy, everything is wet, and worst of all... the chances of getting wet socks are much, much higher. It's not his favorite, but the one thing that makes it all better is you, so his clinginess is on another level—it's really like he's being powered by the storm.

He loves when your schedules align during this kind of weather. Neither of you has to leave the house for work, so there are no alarms set and you both wake up at your own times. Days like this transition from being wrapped up in each other until your stomachs start growling, to putting on big sweaters that smell like him, so that you can run to the car together through the heavy rain, to get something to eat. Once you return, you make that same run through the rain to get back to your home and you both head straight for the bedroom, where you are once again made his prisoner and caged in his arms for the duration of your afternoon nap.

He doesn't want to leave the bed anymore, and that extends to him not wanting you to leave either, even when you say you have to pee. "Hold it, mama. We're still sleeping." "I've been holding it for half an hour." "Shh... If you last the whole hour, we'll go make that coffee you were chirping about, earlier." He definitely chides you when you can't fall asleep later at night, but is more than ready to help you in any way that expedites the process.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ᕦʕ •`ᴥ•´ʔᕤ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ With how long you've been together, it's to be expected that you feel safe around Toji, but there are just moments where he stands back and thinks about the things you do that demonstrate how emotionally and physically comfortable you are with him. He's glad that you see him as your confidant and that you don't feel the need to dial down your feelings, just so that he can easily digest what is going on with you. He's a strong man, he can handle your tears of varying emotions, so, when you come home from a terrible day at work or you feel like you are losing your mind, because nothing is going right, he openly invites you to plop yourself on him and just lie there until you're ready to talk out what has you feeling the way you do. You don't have to say anything until you are ready, but if his presence comforts you and helps you relax a little more, he prefers that you seek him out for solace.

The physical aspect of feeling safe around him is shown in many ways, like when you fall asleep on him or even just fall asleep around him. You trust that he will look out for you during these moments of vulnerability and he does. He can easily tell when a nightmare is preventing you from getting good sleep and he does not wait for you to wake up in tears to comfort you, because what is being abruptly woken up, to enduring uncontrollable fear your mind creates?

When you go out together, even just being subtly maneuvered so that you are walking on the inside of the sidewalk, makes you feel protected. You already get automatic scary bear privilege with him, so you rarely feel like you are endangered by others, but the little things he does are very much considered and appreciated, too. Like, when you're walking through a large crowd and he holds your hand tight or he hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, so that you don't get lost. Or when he switches places with you and becomes a barrier between you and the group of sketchy looking men walking by.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ᕦʕ •`ᴥ•´ʔᕤ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ This bear loves when you fly at him like a dart and tackle him or at least try to tackle him after a long day of not seeing each other. Sometimes he'll stumble back on purpose just to make you laugh when he says something along the lines of "woah there, pretty girl. We almost went through the wall." It's gotten to be a routine for whenever you come home from work before him. As soon as he shuts the door, he's silently and slowly turning around, throwing a smirk at you in anticipation of you jumping on him. Sometimes, he crouches down slightly and scoops you up before you even have the chance to try and knock him over. The way you laugh as he carries you back to where you were lying on the couch, while he rapid fires kisses onto your face, is everything. This is definitely one of his favorite parts about coming home to you.

Before anything, you read Toji's body language, because sometimes there are days that don't call for this kind of silliness. Like when the door shuts, signaling that he's finally home, but he lets out a tired, heavy sigh. You greet him in a much calmer manner, simply walking up to him and asking him how his day went and if he wants to freshen up before he eats dinner—questions of that sort—while still being mindful of not overwhelming him with too many of them. It's very much about reading his mood, but also attempting to lift it by doing things like reminding him that he's about to eat one of his favorite meals, even when you know he knows, because the entire house is flooded with the aroma, or telling him about a new little food spot that you saw on your way home from work and suggesting you go try it together sometime.

Most of the time, you're able to lighten up his mood, and if it's not before you go to the bedroom, it's while you're lying in bed together, getting ready to go to sleep. Quiet investigative murmurs reach his ears, while his head rests on your chest. You play with his hair to ensure that he feels calm and secure enough to talk this out with you, and he usually does cave and spills what's on his mind. It's mainly tiredness and work being a stressful hassle at times, inevitably preventing him from getting home to you when he's supposed to. He feels better once he gets it all off his chest and sleeps like a cub, attached to you, as always.

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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ᕦʕ •`ᴥ•´ʔᕤ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Dirty bear, dirty bear, dirty bear! He has more wet dreams about you than he would ever admit. It makes him feel ridiculous, given the consistency and then some, of the amount of times you and him have sex in a week. His mind is so greedy, already cluttered with images and moments with you, yet it continues to create more scenarios while he sleeps, giving him these "humbling experiences". Sometimes he has to get up in the middle of night—under the guise of going to use the bathroom—to change his boxers, because he ruined them with an involuntary overflow of cum and he needs to hide the evidence. It's something he gets all bashful and "c'mon, Toji..." about, while he's cleaning himself up, but when he catches you in the middle of experiencing a wet dream, he thinks it's the hottest thing ever. For a few seconds, it's just you grinding against the covers, quietly mumbling his name, before you still, again. And oh, he's a hypocrite. He will tease the living hell out of you about it when you wake up, his sleep ridden voice bombarding you with questions like... "How'd you sleep?" "Dream anything interesting?" "Who was there?" "What did I do that had you all riled up?" "Was dream me realistic enough to make you cum?"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ᕦʕ •`ᴥ•´ʔᕤ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ This enormous, "intimidating man"—in the words of others—does not mind at all if you wake him up in the middle of the night because you need him. Especially, if you wake him up by pressing soft, butterfly kisses to his lips. He's willing to do anything you ask of him if that's how you ask for it. All it takes is a sultry, whispered "Please," from you and he's sitting up, getting ready to fulfill your needs. He doesn't even need to ask you what you need, the way you flip over to lay on your stomach and raise your oversized shirt over your hips, revealing your panties to him, tells him everything.

Toji is sure that this is just going to lull both of you back to sleep, but he does it for your sake. He goes for the usual position that these spontaneous sparks of nightly desire call for—prone bone. Even during the early hours of morning, with both of you still half asleep, the act keeps its intimacy. His face is pressed close to the side of yours, his nose brushing your cheek as sloppy, lazy kisses meet your skin. His hands go to the backs of yours, interlacing his fingers with yours on your pillow.

Short, languid rolls of his hips against you are what you receive, and it's enough, because your body is so sensitive after having just woken up, that it tricks you into feeling like he's giving you way more. It's all quiet, shuddered breathing, until you release the cutest little whimpers and cries into your pillow, once you cum. The way your cunt clenches and spasms around his cock has him releasing deep groans into your ear, as he nears his own climax. Slightly more punctuated thrusts that jolt you into the mattress and heavier breaths, are followed by thick spurts of cum that brim your walls. For a second or two, you feel like he might break your fingers from how hard he's squeezing them, but the pain vanishes, and you're distracted from the fact that it was ever there when his arms envelop you and his lips smear wet kisses over the side of your face, again. A quiet check in is conducted, and when you confirm that you're fine and you feel good, he fully relaxes and just slumps on you. You both end up falling back asleep just like that.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ᕦʕ •`ᴥ•´ʔᕤ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ He loves having hush hush sex at least once a week. He takes you out to places where there are lots of people—a restaurant, for example—he'll move his chair so that he's sitting beside you, and he'll start touching you under the table. He relishes in the fluctuation of your composure, the way you nibble on your lip while nervously looking around, how your eyes shut tightly just before you shudder out a sigh and let your head hang, your knuckles protruding as much as they can without tearing through your skin.

The sight of you quickly spending all your grounding techniques, goes straight to his dick, and it's not long before things are moved to the bathroom. He won't do the whole, i'll meet you in the bathroom in five minutes, scene. He really doesn't care who sees you two, so he's dragging you along with him to the men's bathroom, hand in hand. He'll check to see if it's all clear, and if it is, he'll pull you into the bathroom and lock the door, immediately pinning you to the door. You're lured into the sloppiest make out session ever. While one hand is bunching up your dress, the other is going under it to feel up your chest and the rest of your torso. Then the bumping against the door begins and your moans are being shushed by him. "Your pretty moans are for me, right?" "Mhm." "Keep it that way. No louder than this, or i'll stuff my fingers in your mouth so no one gets to hear them."

Of course the people outside know what you did. It's a couple coming out of the men's bathroom together, and the woman is clinging to her man, while she walks back to her table with very obviously trembling legs. Once Toji helps you get back into your seat, he digs into his lukewarm meal, as if nothing ever happened. He smiles all lovingly as you pick up your fork with a shaky hand and start eating as well.

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demenior · 1 year ago

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I know I'm the one who set the posting schedule and decided on how to break chapters up for Fealty 2 and this was a careful decision after a lot of debate but also what if I just posted it all

#i won't... but #the temptation is real #primarily bc i just want everyone to be caught up to speed!!!!!#capi (beta and cocreator extrodinaire) have been laughing abt #the 2 of us being so deep in the fealty au lore #that while celebrating the start of posting new fealty content #we're also both like #wait what do you mean we're all the way back here #anyways...#I've calculated it and y'all will be getting new fealty well into September of this year #and goal is to have fealty 3 ready to go for after that #this train is in motion again!!!!#dem speaks #a life of little things series #a heart that howls fic

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sinkuna · 3 days ago

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୨୧ — Gojo notices everything about you, especially in moments like these when you’re curled up like a content little kitten on the couch. Your oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder as you wiggle your toes in those fuzzy socks, and how your nose scrunches adorably while focusing on catching that sneaky fish in Animal Crossing, completely lost in your virtual island paradise.

He also notices when you haven’t paid attention to him all day. And if Gojo Satoru isn't getting his daily dose of you, then something must be done.

"Mmn~, pay attention to meeeee," Gojo whined dramatically, flopping onto the couch with all the grace of an attention starved puppy. His fluffy white hair tickling your thighs as he positions himself between your legs, making you giggle despite trying to maintain concentration.

"Shhh, I'm trying to foc-eep~♡!" Your stern words dissolved into a pitiful little squeak as his strong arms suddenly wrapped around your legs, spreading them wide with playful enthusiasm. How those brilliant blue irises of his practically sparkled with a devilish glint made your heart skip as he noticed your lack of underwear, "N-Not now, Satoru, i want to play my-!!"

"Aww, but I wanna play too," he cooed, nuzzling against your inner thigh like an affectionate cat, "And look what pretty toy I found~ no panties? My adorable little player going commando? How scandalous~"

You try to close your legs when his warm breath ghosts across your exposed pussy, "S-Satoru!" you squealed, trying to keep your Switch steady even as heat flooded your cheeks, "don't you have literally anyone else to pester? L-like Nanami, he’s fun to annoy, right?"

He pouted dramatically, batting those impossibly long eyelashes, "I thought you knew?" He cocked his head at you while giving you the sweetest smile, "Pestering you is my favorite hobby. Besides..." he drags his tongue slowly up your slit, making you nearly drop your game, "Nanami could never taste this good."

Your gasp turned into a giggle that melted into a moan as he hummed happily like he's enjoying the sweetest dessert.

"Mmm, sweet as candy." he purred between licks, "Keep playing your game, sweetie. Let's see how long you can focus~"

Your fingers trembled on the controls as he devoured you like his favorite dessert, making exaggerated "nom nom" sounds that had you torn between laughing and moaning. The fishing line wobbled wildly on screen while his tongue dove inside, swirling around your gummy insides and coaxing out your sweet juices before moving up to wrap his soft lips around your swollen clit, sucking gently.

"Ahh! Y-you're m’impo-hah~ssible!" you whimpered, trying to sound angry even as your hips rocked against his face.

"Impossibly charming? Impossibly handsome? Impossibly good at making you cum?" He winked up at you, chin glistening with your juices.

The Switch clattered to the floor as you tangled your fingers in his white hair, giving up any resistance. The noises Gojo was pulling out of you were lewd enough to make a porn star blush, and that cocky- delighted chuckle only spurred you on more as it vibrated against your clit.

"Such pretty noises you make," he teases between slurps, his tongue swirling around your throbbing nub, "Much better than any game soundtrack."

"Sh-ut up, you men-ah~ce," you moaned, tugging his hair the way you knew he loved. His responding growl making your toes curl.

"Make me," he challenged, slipping two fingers inside your drooling cunt, pumping in and out at a delicious pace before curling them to hit that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. "We're just getting started. I've got lots more games we can play~"

His cock pressed insistently against his pants as he crawled up your body, catching your lips in a messy kiss that let you taste yourself on his playful tongue.

"Congrats~ you unlocked the next level. Ready for the next stage?" he asked, grinding his hips against yours teasingly. "I promise it's more fun than Animal Crossing~"

You knew your game would have to wait, especially since it now lies forgotten on the floor as Gojo shows you exactly why he’s your favorite distraction. After all, who needed virtual fishing when you had the strongest determined to make you cum until you were seeing stars?

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kathaelipwse · 25 days ago

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Their Reaction When You Whisper Something Not So Innocent | SKZ OT8

Synopsis:

You whisper something not-so-innocent in their ear, expecting them to get flustered—but some of them give it right back. From blushing messes to smug revenge, how does each of them react when you catch them off guard?

Warnings: Fluff | Teasing | Slightly Suggestive | Humor | GN.Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

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Bang Chan

Smirks when he feels you leaning in, expecting something sweet.

But then you whisper, "I can still feel you on me from last night."

His smirk falters immediately.

Clears his throat and shifts in his seat, suddenly very aware of his surroundings.

Tries to play it cool with a low chuckle, but his ears are already red.

"You're playing a dangerous game, baby."

Pulls you closer, making sure his lips graze your ear.

"Say that again. I dare you."

If you repeat it, he grabs your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

"You're lucky we're in public right now." His voice is lower, rougher.

Looks you up and down, tongue flicking over his bottom lip, like he's processing his life choices.

Murmurs against your skin, "You really know how to distract me, huh?"

Doesn’t let you walk away without some kind of payback.

If you’re in public, he keeps a hand on your waist, gripping it just enough to tease you.

If you're alone, expect him to pin you against the nearest surface, his knee between your legs.

Later, he sends a text that just says, "You're in trouble."

Lee Know

Squints suspiciously when you lean in.

But when you whisper, "I still remember how your hands felt on me."

He blinks once. Then twice.

"Huh?" Like he didn’t hear you, but he definitely did.

Slowly turns his head to stare at you.

Smirk. That damn smirk.

"Say that again, but slower."

When you refuse, he just laughs under his breath.

Pulls you onto his lap out of nowhere.

Murmurs, "You really want to start something right now?"

Taps his fingers on your thigh while pretending to think.

Looks way too calm, but his ears? Red.

Whispering right back, "You're gonna regret that later."

Acts like he's letting it go, but he's not.

Later, when you're alone, he corners you against a wall.

"I hope you’re ready to deal with the consequences."

Changbin

Immediately suspicious when you get too close.

"What are you up to?" But lets you whisper anyway.

But when you whisper, "I can still feel your hands on me from last night."

Freezes. Like. Completely.

Ears turn pink in 0.2 seconds.

Clears his throat so aggressively it sounds painful.

Tries to act unbothered but fails miserably.

"I-I don’t know what you’re talking about." Avoids eye contact.

Suddenly decides the gym is the safest place to be.

"You—um—shouldn’t say things like that."

Secretly loves it but is too flustered to function.

Texts you later: "So… about what you said earlier…"

If you bring it up again, he just hides his face in your shoulder.

After he recovers, he plans his revenge.

Whispering something even worse in your ear next time.

Hyunjin

Gasp.

Literal gasp.

Pushes you away just to dramatically hold his chest.

"EXCUSE ME?"

Fake offended but lowkey obsessed.

Covers his face with his hands and groans.

When you whisper, "You left me aching for you last night."

Starts pacing the room like he's in a drama.

Suddenly super shy but also clinging to you.

Buries his face in your neck.

"You just ruined my whole day. I can’t focus anymore."

Later, gets bold. Whispers something even filthier in your ear.

"Now we’re even."

Smug, but avoids eye contact for the next hour.

Still thinking about it at 2AM.

Han

Chokes on air.

"Wait. Wait, what?"

Starts laughing nervously like a man who wasn’t prepared for this moment.

"You can’t just—out of nowhere—WHAT?"

Hides under a blanket.

Peeks out with wide eyes.

When you whisper, "I still remember the way you moaned my name."

Trying so hard not to combust.

Literally grabs his chest like he’s been shot.

"I need a moment. I need therapy."

Pretends to be mad but he’s just overheating.

Eventually whispers something back. But it’s probably dumb.

Texts you later: "Hey… so about earlier… wanna continue that convo?"

Can’t look at you normally for at least a week.

But brings it up randomly when you least expect it.

Seungmin

Seungmin doesn’t react at first. Just stares at you with his usual deadpan face.

"That’s the best you got?" Smug. Too smug.

When you whisper, "I still feel you all over me from last night," he blinks slowly, side-eyes you, and then smirks.

"Oh? That sensitive, are we?"

It backfires immediately.

He leans in closer—way too close.

Whispers right back, "If I left such an impression… maybe I should make it worse next time."

Now you’re the one overheating.

Smirk. Full menace mode activated.

You regret everything.

"What? No comeback? That’s what I thought."

He will not let you live it down. Ever.

Brings it up at the worst times.

Game over. You lost. He wins.

Felix

Blushes instantly.

"W-Wait, what did you just say?"

Ears and neck turn red.

Tries to giggle it off but is lowkey panicking.

When you whisper, "You ruined me last night," he freezes.

Buffering. System failure.

Covers his face with his hands.

"Why would you say that?!" His voice cracks.

Legit needs to sit down.

But then… oh no.

Deep voice Felix activates.

Gets bold out of nowhere.

Whispers right back, "You say that like you didn’t love every second of it."

Now you’re malfunctioning.

He grins like the devil because he knows he got you back.

Jeongin

Biggest fake gasp ever.

"Oh my god, you’re so bold." But he’s smirking.

Acts shocked but is secretly thriving.

When you whisper, "I couldn’t stop thinking about your hands all over me," he raises an eyebrow, way too smug.

"Huh. All over, you say?"

Evil smirk unlocks.

Turns the tables immediately.

Leans in and whispers, "If you ask nicely, I’ll do it again."

You’re done. You’re finished.

Laughs when you get flustered.

"What? You started this. Own it."

Suddenly way too confident.

Never lets you live it down.

"So, should I clear my schedule for later or…?"

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couldeatthatgirlforlunch · 22 days ago

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Yandere idea, reader is dicks baby mama and when dick decides to bring her to the wayne manor the batboys are instantly smitten with her and now all the boys are trying to steal her away from dick who is ready to fight everyone for his baby mama and baby

Smooth Criminal

Synopsis: Dick's brothers want his baby and his baby mama.

Pairing: Soft!Yandere!Batboys X Fem!AFAB!Reader

Tw: Attempt at crackfic; Implied kidnaping; Implied babytrapping; Reader is insecure with post-pregnancy body; Implied forced relationship; Dick controls what Reader wears; Jealous and possessive Dick Grayson; Touchy batboys; Batboys try to gaslight Dick but he's too smart for that; Slightly angry!Reader and accepting!Reader; English isn't my first language.

Word count: 1,2k

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: Lol this was fun. Divider.

General masterlist

“And how did this happen?”

“Oh well, this one tried to hide the little one from me for a while, but of course I found them!” Dick exclaimed proudly, but with a hint of his (mostly) past anger at you. You bit your tongue while his family laughed.

You were sitting in the manor’s living room, wearing a sundress that Dick chose, waiting for the picnic on the gardens to be prepared by Alfred. The dress was pretty, and it had plenty of room for your babygirl to grow inside your belly without restricting you. Part of you wanted to resent her for being the reason you're stuck with Dick, but it was not her fault, and not yours either, Dick would shackle you to him one way or another.

Damian put his hand on your belly. Without your permission.

“Is she kicking yet?” Dick answered him for you. “You're 17 weeks along, it could happen anytime.” He started rubbing circles on your belly, out of nowhere. “I don't think Grayson would be a much useful help with that. Truthfully there is no sure way to make a baby stop kicking. But you can try to alleviate the discomfort with warm tea, calming music, light stretching exercises and rubbing the stomach.” He smiled gently. You were taken aback.

“Damian is a pediatric surgeon.” Dick explained while draping his arm over your shoulders, before planting his lips on your neck momentarily.

“Yes. But I mostly stick to managing my clinic nowadays. Your labour’s in good hands. I only have the best of the best on my teams.” Damian gave you a small, soft smile, as if trying to reassure you. He stopped his hand movements and smoothly slid his hands around each side of your waist. He was way too close to be comfortable, and even Dick frowned, confused, at that. You tensed at how close his face was from yours, especially because of your belly and chest grownth, and the fact he was kneeling in front of you. But then- Oh…

Your whole body relaxed instantly and you just had to close your eyes.

Damian grinned smartly and Dick looked at him, bewildered.

“Back pains.” He explained swiftly, while his magic hands worked on your back. You found yourself leaning against his chest and almost laying your head on his shoulder. You sighed dreamily. “You can stop by or call me anytime those get to be too much.”

“... Or I can do it myself.” Dick went to replace Damian's hands but you shot your arms out towards him to stop him.

“No, no, no, don't- don't stop…” You moaned when Damian kneaded a particularly tense knot and practically melted against him. Damian held back a smirk, staring innocently at Dick, who looked murderous.

“Thank you, Jay. I really needed that…”

“I know, you looked so tense when I got here. I knew I could use my hands to loosen you up…”

Dick bursted in the apartament, having just come back from the Titans Tower and heard the weird talk inside.

“Jay… What’re you doing here?” He said, strained, but hiding behind a mask of good humor.

“(N/N) called me.” Jason shrugged.

“Didn't know you were on nickname basis…” Dick contemplated, entering the room and taking your daughter from Jasons’ arms. He started rocking her to keep her doozing.

“We're closer than you think, Dickie.” Jason snorted. You pursed your lips and decided to just keep sitting down on your rocking chair.

“Love, why did you call him?” Dick asked, ignoring his brother and looking straight at you.

“The shower broke, your baby wouldn't stop crying, and I’m gross.” You crossed your arms.

“Seem’s to me someone’s slacking on the job…” Your eyes darted to Jason, wide, and ready to scream at him, even if it would make your daughter wake up. “Not you, sweetheart, never you. But your boy here certainly needs to step up.” He side-eyed Dick. It was unfair, Dick basically took over 90% of the baby’s care when he was home, because he was a good father, and he was slightly afraid you would run if given the chance. He even stopped working just to spend more time with you. The only reason he was away for days and didn't take you with him was because of something with the Titans and some guy called Deathstroke. You didn't really care to pay attention to anything he said as long as it didn't involve your life or the world’s safety.

“You're an asshole, get out of here!”

Jason smirked.

“Can’t. Just put a bun in the oven for (Y/N).” He shrugged.

“WHAT?” You and Dick exclaimed at the same time.

“I’m baking some bread, relax…”

“I need some help…” You were in a clothes store with your husband and his brothers, trying to find a dress for an upcoming gala that you didn't want to go, especially since your body changed during pregnancy, and your previous size isn't fitting the way you wanted to anymore. It’s especially annoying that Dick has to give you permission or order you to wear something, regardless of your opinion.

Before Dick could hand the newborn over to her uncle and get up to help you zip the back of your dress, Tim shot up from his seat.

“I’ll do it.”

Tim stood behind you and clasped the zipper between his fingers, before pulling it up. It went smoothly, until it reached your upper back and it wouldn't go up anymore. You felt embarrassment sink in the bottom of your heart, and before Tim could say something, you turned around.

“It doesn't fit, I should try something else.” You averted your gaze to the floor.

“Nonsense. You look stunning right now, (Y/N). It's just your…” Tim’s gaze flicked to your chest momentarily, before quickly staring at your eyes again. “... New curves. Let me use both hands and I’m sure it will fit.” He smiled at you, soft, reassuring, and trying to convince you really bad.

You let out a huff of breath from your nose, and begrudgingly turned again. Truth to his words, with his other hand gripping the fabric above the zipper, it went up smoothly again.

You pursed your lips, analyzing yourself in the mirror. It was tight, but not uncomfortable, red, and long, with a high slit showing off your thigh. But the cleavelange was a little too much to what you were used to.

“I don't know…”

“Oh, please…” Tim, still standing behind you, placed both hands on either side of your waist and squeezed. You felt momentary shivers run up your spine, and your face warmed from shyness. “You look beautiful. Really.”

“Timmy, back down. The wife is mine.” I’m not an object! Your mind screamed, while you held back the urge to clench your hands and stomp your feet.

“I’m not doing anything.” He shrugged. “If you’re so insecure, that's a ‘you’ problem.” Tim winked at you from the mirror, with a convinced half-smirk. “What do you think, (N/N)? I think he's just jealous that you and the little one like me more…”

“The baby doesn't like you more. She likes anyone who will give her junk food and new toys. You're not special.” Dick retorted, and Tim squeezed your hips. “Now back down before people think you're a couple.”

“Geez…”

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etherealrin · 3 months ago

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♡.ᐟ sanrio rings!

how proplayer!rin accidentally reveals his relationship with you to the public

warnings: none // wc: 929

note: my first post ever, hi LOL. ooc rin perhaps? female reader (reffered to as rin's gf)

rin forgets he even has the plastic ring on. so when he gets interviewed post-match and the cameraman zooms in on his right hand, which currently grips the microphone, he's a little confused.

"mr. itoshi!" the reporter exclaims, "what an odd choice of jewelry! and on the ring finger too, are you perhaps engaged?"

what? engaged? rin plasters a frown on his face, ready to go off at the woman.

"i have no idea what y-" rin begins, but cuts himself off. oh shit, he thinks. of course, on his ring finger sat the stupid little kuromi ring he had gotten with you in shibuya last week. his mind races back to the memory, and he groans internally.

"rin, please! let's get matching ones!" you squealed as you dragged him towards the staggering rows of gachapons deep inside the city's neon lit streets. the whole shop was filled to the brim with machine after machine, and one in particular had caught your eye. it was one containing comically large rings of sanrio character faces, ranging from cinamoroll to my melody to kuromi.

"fine, if that's really what you want to spend 400 yen on," he had sighed. he knew you would somehow rope him into wearing the diabolical little accesory.

"i really hope we get my melody and kuromi! y'know it's basically canon that they like each other, right?" you told him, laughing.

"i hope you know i'm not familiar with any of the sanrio lore," rin began. "but- if it's with you, it's not so bad…i guess." the last part was barely audible. you pushed him toward the white machine, with a little "you first!"

to his fortune (or now his misfortune, he figured) he did indeed manage to obtain the black kuromi ring you had wanted him to wear. his attention then shifted to you. you were crouched down over the machine, and, wait…why were you performing a summoning ritual? you had pulled up my melody pictures on your phone and waved it around like a mystic.

"you're silly," rin deadpanned.

"but it'll work, watch this!" you shot back. the tips of your finger grasped the small wheel of the gacha machine and you turned it slowly. an opaque pink ball dropped out of the prize slot. "i did it! see?" you said smugly, giving rin a pointed look. "now you have to put yours on, so we match!"

rin sighed, but he slipped the ring onto his finger, choosing the exact same placement you had done for youself. the right ring finger?

"hey- you do know what this means right?" he asked you, a faint rose tinting his cheeks.

you giggled. "it's a promise! we're now engaged under the laws of sanrio!"

"so? what's the news?" the reporter inquires again. rin snaps back to the present, having temporarily forgotten he was in a post-match interview and on nationwide live television. oh, you must be watching too, he realizes. itoshi rin could only come up with one explanation now: the truth.

"i got it with my girlfriend the other day, she wanted to match," he says with all air of nonchalance that he can muster.

"girlfriend? mr. itoshi, you're in a relationship?" the reporter almost drops her microphone out of shock. rin feels his cheeks heat up, and he wants to smack himself for blushing on live television at the mention of you.

"yes. i have been in one for quite a while now," rin starts. "and she's the sweetest, most stunning girl in the entire universe. now if you're done asking me about my private life, do you have anything for the real game? or are we done here?"

"o-oh, yes…" the reporter babbles on about something he had done in the match and rin wraps up the interview at light speed, wanting to leave and to see you immediately.

when rin finally knocks on the door to your third floor apartment (and notices the glittery sanrio stickers plastered onto it) you open it almost instantly, with a finger pointing at his face.

"i saw your interview," you say, dragging him into your living room where he promptly sprawls out on the sofa, hiding his face in his hands. "i can't believe you forgot to take it off, it's been three days!" you laugh. "but…it was cute. really, thank you. i know how hard it must have been to tell the whole world about us,"

"it was worth it, for you," rin says softly. he's a bit embarrased now. yet he's running his fingers through your silky hair now, twisting and turning it, his lilting touch teasing your exposed shoulder and making you giggle as if being tickled. you notice the kuromi ring, still sitting on his ring finger as if it was the most rightful place for it to belong. he grabs your own right hand, lining your fingers side by side with his, grinning a little at the pink my melody on yours.

"hmmm, i love you too, rin" you reply to the boy. he pulls you closer and inhales deeply, breathing in your nectarine-like sweet perfume.

"you should come to my game next week in my jersey," he mentions suddenly. "i mean there's no point in going through the agony of having lukewarm people online trying to guess who my girl is, i want everyone to know its you." you can't help but smile up at rin. his azure eyes shine with something fragile and genuine, love. you give him a soft, small kiss, and he sighs contentedly.

"i'd love to," you promise.

a/n: if you've made it this far i luv u, this is inspired by the sanrio rings i got with my friend haha

masterlist!

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #bllk x you #blue lock x you #bllk fluff #bllk x reader #itoshi rin #rin itoshi #rin x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock rin #rin fluff #凛 ; rin x reader

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archangeldyke-all · 3 months ago

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reader being jealous bc girls where hitting on plug sev at the house party

maybe some jealous sex?!

oh fuck yes

men and minors dni

it's hard for plugs to compete with dispensaries nowadays. so, since you've started dating her, you've started helping her add a little extra flare to her buisness.

you buy her cute little baggies to make deliveries in, tying ribbons around the top just for some extra fun.

you make delicious edibles, batch after batch of gooey brownies and cinnamon rolls coming out of your oven (you wearing a flouncy little pink apron sevika bought for you.)

and you always accompany sevika on her longer deliveries, keeping her company and making sure she's getting all her money.

sevika makes good money, but with your help, she's making great money.

and now it's the holidays-- the busiest time of the year for a dealer. people are desperate to relax amidst all the seasonal stress and extended family time.

sevika's been making bank.

today, the two of you were invited to an old friend's holiday party to sell. which is how you find yourself hauling crates of christmas ribbon wrapped dime bags, batches of laced christmas cookies, and a variety of chirstmas themed glass pipes into a mansion on a cold december evening.

"baby, you're gonna break one of your nails!" sevika gasps when she sees you, snatching the trays of cookies out of your hands. you chuckle.

"i'm jus' tryna help you unload."

"you don't need to help me do anything, doll. you just gotta sit inside and look pretty-- lure some customers over for us." she says with a wink. you laugh and elbow your girlfriend.

"how much are we trying to make tonight?" you ask.

sevika shrugs. "i'd be happy with a thousand." you scoff. sevika looks over at you with a smirk. "what?"

"baby, we're making more than a thousand."

"what makes you so sure?"

"have you tried my cookies?!"

sevika cackles and pulls you in for a kiss with her free arm.

as much as you love an excuse to dress up-- you hate parties. so does sevika. so, you guys set up in a dark little corner and have a few drinks while you wait for guests to arrive. sevika rolls joints and has you lick them shut. you elbow her when she starts to give you bedroom eyes. "the dj isn't even here yet, sev, you're gonna have to wait."

"i'm just lookin' at you! i can look at you as much as i want, you're my girlfriend." she says with a grin. you giggle and kiss her cheek.

sevika eats one of your cookies and moans obscenely. you roll your eyes, but your cunt throbs. she shoves half the cookie in your mouth before you can refuse. you giggle around crumbs.

by the time guests start to arrive, you're feeling ready for social interaction. you're loose on the spiked eggnog, giggly from sevika's flirtations, and your edible's just starting to kick in, making you feel chatty and sociable.

so, when a girl approaches sevika with a friendly smile and a lingering glance, it takes you a little longer than it usually would for you to realize that this bitch is flirting with sevika.

at least, you're 80% sure.

she's licked her lips like twelve times since she's come over, she's been talking to sevika for ten minutes, and she hasn't looked at you once. but you can't freak out yet, because she hasn't done anything really wrong... yet.

"so... are you interested in buying anything?" you ask.

the girl blinks over at you, then laughs and looks back at sevika. "no... but i might need a dealer in the future. could i get your number, just in case, sev?" she asks, reaching across the table and touching sevika's bicep.

your stomach lurches, and your nostrils flare. "oh, fuck no." you grumble.

sevika reaches out and clamps a strong arm around your waist, keeping you pinned to your seat. you growl. the woman across your table doesn't even notice. "'m afraid i only give my number to repeat customers. 's just a matter of security." she says.

"mmm. well maybe i could get it for a different reason?"

you might go to jail tonight.

sevika pinches your hip, and she speaks. "no, you can't. you can fuck off, actually. you've wasted my time and disrespected my girlfriend."

"you have a girlfriend?"

you have to laugh.

you rip yourself out of sevika's grip, grab one of the fat pre-rolls on the table and storm off to the patio, trying to convince yourself not to go back and do something that will get you arrested. this is a rich neighborhood. the cops will be called even if you only pull a little bit of her hair out. or bite her just a bit. or scratch her eyes with your fresh christmas themed stiletto set.

"fucking bitch!" you scream, kicking over a garden gnome. you pout a bit when his head comes off. "sorry." you say, bending over to pick him up and put his head back on. "sorry."

you get about halfway through your calm-down joint before sevika finds you.

"what're you doing out here?"

"i had ran watch the table for me."

"no, i mean, shouldn't you be with your new girlfriend?" you ask. sevika chuckles and you glare at her.

"baby." she reaches out and grabs your wrist. you let her tug you into her chest, groaning as she does. "do you really think i'd cheat on you? or are you just possessive?" she asks. you glare up at her, then pout. she grins and nods. "possessive." she decides. "i can work with that."

before you can respond, sevika's plucking the joint out of your hands, stubbing it out and pocketing it, and tugging you into the shrubbery beside the patio.

sevika pins you to a cold dark brick wall, and she shoves her mouth against yours before you can gasp. oh fuck. sevika's kissing you like she's gonna fuck you; her tongue sliding against yours, her moans low and emphatic. her hands are shoving your clothes up, the night air making you shiver and jump, her warm fingers making you melt in her hold.

"mmmph... seb--" you mumble against her. she pulls back to start sucking hickeys on your throat, her hands fondling your tits. "sevika!"

"you wan' me to stop?" she asks.

you consider the question. it's quiet out-- just the sound of your heaving breaths, some crickets, and the bushes rustling as sevika moves against you. your cunt's throbbing. before you can answer, sevika speaks again.

"i don't think you do. i think you're so fuckin' needy for me that you get stupid. you forget, don't you? forget how good i am to you? forget that i worship you?"

"i-i get jealous..." you whine.

sevika laughs and shoves a thigh between yours. "i know baby. i think it's cute. need me to remind you how much i love you?" she asks, her hand trailing up your thigh and ducking under your skirt. she fiddles with the thin band of your panties. you whimper.

"y-yes please." you whine. sevika grins, and then she shoves her hand down your panties. "f-fuck! your fingers are so big." you whine as she shoves her pointer finger inside you. she chuckles.

"you're so fuckin' wet, fuck, i love this pussy. i love you. so fuckin' cute tonight in your little christmas sweater-- y' look like a gingerbread house."

you giggle at your girlfriend's rambling, then sneak your hands up under her shirt and start scratching her back. sevika growls and bites your neck again. "fuck!" you squeak.

"shush!" sevika giggles. "fuck. can't wait to get home. gonna eat you up, my gingerbread girl."

you groan. "corny!"

sevika giggles. "whatever. i'll sit on your face, than."

"yes please." you whine.

sevika starts to work another finger inside of you, and you cum, shivering in her arms as she kisses you to muffle your moans.

"you're so fuckin' hot, baby, oh my god." sevika whines. "fuck, fuck i'm gonna be wet all fuckin' night."

"i'll take care of you, sev."

"now?" she asks, hopefully.

you giggle and kiss her. "after you make your thousand." you promise.

sevika groans and smacks your ass.

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cinnawonbabe · 2 months ago

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ATTENTION, PLEASE! (1)

pairings: professor!heeseung x student fem!reader

warnings: teacher x student relationship, forbidden affairs, smut, oral, both receiving, anal play, praise and spankings, legal age gap

overview: y/n was just like any other college girl, crushing on the young and attractive literature professor at the university she attended. one day she’s asked to come back after class and things get a little steamy. who knew being a teacher’s pet was fun?

taglist 🏷️: @nayeoniiz @mheretoreadff @deobitifull @riribelle @jakeswifez @yohanabanana @fkarchve @1013club @rizz00 @kpopjackie @isagistar @wheretheheckis-ssaki @freaky-enhamadswriter @manuosorioh

SORRY IF YOU ASKED FOR A TAG AND DIDN’T GET IT. I COULDN’T TAG MOST BECAUSE YOUR ACCOUNT WAS NOT POPPING UP FOR ME. PLEASE ENJOY! IF THIS DOES WELL AND GET 400 NOTES, I’LL POST A PART TWO!!

it was the first day back from spring break and to say y/n was excited was an understatement. she was overjoyed to see her friends again. while she was getting ready for her first class of the day, literature, and finishing the last touches to her makeup, her friend winter called. y/n answered, putting the phone on speaker so she could multitask talking and finishing getting herself ready.

"girl where are you? class is about to start," winter whisper-yelled through the phone. y/n checked the time, seeing that she was in fact behind schedule.

"fuck, i'm gonna be late," she said, rushing to put her shoes on. after making sure her uniform was neat, she grabbed her bag and phone before running out the door.

"and who are you trying to look cute for?" winter joked with a laugh upon y/n switching the call over to a facetime.

"no one. i just felt the need to dress up today. is the professor there?" she answered while speed walking over to the building her class was held in.

"no. they haven't arrived yet, so you're lucky for once," winter said with a laugh. "hurry though, i saved you a spot," she added and y/n hummed in response as she approached the building.

she made her way inside, picking up her pace so she wouldn't be that late, but ultimately made it to class.

"fucking finally. you're here," winter laughed, taking her bag off the seat next to her for y/n to sit in. "still no professor?" y/n asked and winter shrugged not knowing herself.

you know, after 15 minutes, if a teacher hasn't arrived to class after the set time has passed, class is canceled?" one male student in the back stated.

y/n turned back to see it was one of the football players. most students got to talking with excitement as it was getting close to that 15 minute mark while others were upset that they didn't get to see the professor today, y/n was one of the students who was pretty bummed out.

just when some students were packing up their supplies, the classroom door opened up.

professor lee heeseung rushed in class. "sorry for the wait guys. i was in an important staff meeting about the fair we're having for the homecoming events next week and we kind of got carried away." he said in between breaths.

he took off his blazer and set it down on the podium that was situated in the front of the room. he rolled up his sleeves. "anyone else feeling a bit hot or is that just me?" he asked, chuckling to himself.

all the girls, including y/n, couldn't help but stare at him. watching him intently.

he has to know what he's doing. he just knows how attractive he is. y/n thought to herself.

"no it's hot in here sir. me and my friends think the air conditioning unit has stopped working." one female student stated.

heeseung nodded his head in acknowledgement, "oh i see. i'll have to make a complaint about that later. let me write that down so i don't forget." he said walking over to his desk situated in the corner of the room.

he pulled out a sticky notepad from one of his drawers and grabbed a pen from the cuphold on the desk and scribbled a mental note to himself there.

"okay, considering i was way behind my schedule. i'm going to give you all a break and just let you either stay here to make up work or you can just leave. it's completely up to you all." heeseung said, looking around the classroom after he placed the notepad back on his desk.

most students didn't hesitate to collect their things and bid heeseung goodbye or thank him for his kindness.

of course he smiled and bid those goodbye before turning his attention back to the few students that did decide to stay. which consisted of a two male students, one being a literature major and the other that just so happened to be asleep and the rest we girls that just wanted an excuse to stare at the professor.

"assuming that you all are here for help and to catch up on work so feel free to ask me any questions, okay?" he said once more before heading back to his desk.

y/n watched his backside as he headed to his desk and wondered what his back muscles looked like under his dress shirt. once he sat down he looked back towards the class, catching y/n stare. she imma looked down in embarrassment and busied herself with her studies, not catching the little smirk that made his way on his face.

y/n felt movement beside her and looked over to see her seatmate fixing herself up before calling out to the professor. "professor lee? i need help on one of the older assignments you gave. can you give me a but of assistance with it?" y/n heard her ask.

he nodded and signaled for her to come to his desk and so she did. getting up from her seat, swaying her hips purposely in the process.

she bent over his desk, showing her cleavage to him as she placed her paper down for 'help'.

that's usually how things goes. most girls go out there way to get his attention but from all the things y/n has seen, it doesn't seem to work. he wasn't phased by it and just gave her the help she needed before he sent her back to her seat.

another girl failed. y/n of course hasn't. in fact, she never tried to because she was too scared and too shy to even hold a conversation or even ask him for help but that never stopped him from trying to talk to her.

he had taken an interest in calling on her sometimes for questions she never volunteers herself from.

usually that would end up with her stuttering to answer it or having her frozen from being put on the spot.

after a while of sitting in a somewhat silent classroom, heeseung cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. "attention everyone class is just about over and my next class will be here soon." he stated, looking at his wristwatch.

everyone packed up their things and headed out of the class. y/n was just about to leave before she was stopped by heeseung's voice suddenly calling out to her.

y/n stopped where she was near the classroom door, turning to him as he sat at his desk. "yes, professor lee?" she asked. he motioned for her to come to him, waving his hand in a signaling gesture. she was hesitant at first, she wasn't sure if she should or not. she swallowed her own pride and made her way over to him.

"so i wanted to talk to you to see if you'd like to help me later with gathering things for the art and theatre club. they'll be doing most of the creative work and i promised the directors that i'll head to the storage area in the left wing and get the supplies they needed. i can't do it myself, so would you like to help a poor old man like me?" he asked with pleading eyes.

y/n was a bit speechless as to why he chose her out of all people. he wants me to help him? she thought to herself. there was no way out of all the girls in this class, he chose her. she stood there unresponsive for a bit, lost in her own thoughts. it began to worry him a little bit from her sudden quietness. "it's okay if you don't want to i can always just ask-" he couldn't finish his sentence as y/n interrupted him with a slightly raised voice. "no!"

she realized the tone and volume of her voice and felt hot from the embarrassment. she didn’t notice the change in his demeanor, a slight smirk appearing on his face knowing his plan was working.

"uhm i meant no it's okay professor lee, i can help you. i don't mind at all!" she stated a bit too eagerly.

she mentally cursed at herself because of it but nonetheless, heeseung didn't seem to mind. "great!! just meet me back here around 7pm, okay?" he smiled softly, causing y/n’s heart to flutter. he definitely knows the effect he has on her.

she nodded her head in agreement before flashing him a small smile in return. “yes sir,” she retorted before walking out the classroom door. she was lost in her thoughts once again, geeking over the fact that he wanted alone time with her. this was truly a dream come true.

her thoughts soon interrupted by her best friend winter spooking her, “hey!” winter yelled a little bit as she approached her. y/n grabbed her chest as she calmed herself down. “my bad, didn’t mean to scare you,” winter joked before bursting out into a fit of giggles, earning a slap on the arm from her friend. “that’s not funny win,” y/n stated, rolling her eyes playfully as she walked off with winter following close behind her. “so what was that all about?” she asked, jumping in her face as she interrogated her. y/n gently pushed her back, smiling wide as the scene replayed in her mind. even though it just happened moments prior to this conversation, she couldn’t help but reminisce about how he chose her. winter nudged her, bringing her back to reality. “soooo are you going to tell me why hot stuff over there held you back?” she questioned again but y/n only giggled in response, causing her bestie to groan at in annoyance. “its nothing really, he just wants me to help him with something for theatre class and i told him i would,” she replied honestly.

winter stared at her intensely, looking for any glimmer of doubt. she was trying to see if she was lying to her or not. y/n stared back at her clueless as to why her best friend was seemingly trying to intimidate her for some reason. is she jealous? she thought. ultimately, winter shrugged it off. i guess she was being truthful. “well good luck and make sure you use a condom, i’m not ready to be an auntie just yet,” she laughed, nudging her friend. y/n’s eyes widened upon hearing those words leave her mouth. before she could smack her friend, winter took off running, satisfied with the reaction she got from her bestie. y/n followed shortly behind, yelling out threats to her friend as she did so.

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time seemed to have moved on so fast. it was already 7pm and y/n was making her way back to professor heeseung’s classroom. i hope this doesn’t look suspicious. she was having second thoughts. maybe this was a bad idea. she didn’t want to get caught up in something that wasn’t true, even though she wished it was. she didn’t want people to think she was having a secret affair with her teacher, but then again she didn’t actually mind it at all. she longed for him to caress her ever so gently. she wanted to feel his lips against her own but who didn’t? every girl on campus wanted a piece of him but can you blame them? he’s in his late twenties teaching hormonal nineteen and twenty year olds. a lot of his students were fresh out of highschool so seeing a young professor was like winning the lottery.

eventually she made it towards his classroom door, peering inside. it was dark and the only form of light was coming from the hallway where she stood. she scanned the room as best as she could but there was no sign of him. maybe he had forgotten. as she was about to walk away she ran face first into something or someone. she looked up and was face to face with heeseung himself. oh god. she thought. a light blush painted her face as she realized how close they were so she took a few steps back. “sorry, i should’ve been paying more attention to where i was going,” she apologized, her eyes averting her vision everywhere but his.

the view was astonishing to him. their slight height difference boosted his ego. it empowered him. he knew exactly what he what he was doing. y/n was timid and kept to herself. she wasn’t like the other girls he taught.

everyday a female student would force themselves onto him any chance he got. he was used to all the attention he gotten. he may not have shown it but he did enjoy it. so it was weird that y/n never seemed to try. he knew she found him attractive but she never seem to give him the time of day. so he started making moves. calling on her during class even though she never raised her hand, taking initiative to talk to her after class whenever he could because he knew it made her heart race. the innocence she portrayed had drawn her in. it was something he had to obtain, more so, alter it. he wanted her to be his, to hold, to control. that’s exactly how they ended up here. he falsified the ‘i need help’ teacher act. he knew she would fall for it. she was oblivious to it all.

he stared at her for a moment before he spoke, “it’s okay, i was just heading in,” he stated before moving passed her and towards the door. he unlocked it and entered the room, holding the door open for her. “are you joining me still?” he asked tenderly, his voice soft and sweet. it made her heart skip a beat. he was pure gold to her. a soft hearted, well-mannered, absolutely beautiful, educated and elegant man was spending alone time with her. she was head over heels for him.

she hummed in response and followed in right behind him. upon entering he closed the door, discreetly locking it without her noticing and flicked on the lights. “i hope you don’t mind, i have to gather up a few paperwork before we head that way, is that fine?” he asked, making his way towards his desk. he sat down, picking up groups of scattered papers that sat disorganized on his desk. he neated placed them into piles before putting them in his briefcase that he brought with him. y/n walked closer, gazing over at him. she watched

him quietly, fiddling with her fingers as she did so. she couldn’t help but think about what winter said earlier. imagining her professor fucking her on this desk right now.

images of him pounding into her core flushed her mind, making her core leak from the slight horniness that had taken over her. she was so lost in thought she couldn’t hear heeseung calling out to her. he then cleared his throat, finally gaining her attention. she looked up at him, face flustered. she looked absolutely stunning to him; no, beautiful actually. he wanted to ruin her. “you’re one of my best students?” he asked, getting up from his seat and walked over to the front of his desk where he leaned up against it.

she was dumbfounded, “i am?” she asked innocently, her brows furrowed slightly in confusion. heeseung found it adorable, she really didn’t have a clue in the world. “precisely. you’ve never been the type to throw yourself at me. that’s what i like about you,” he continued, making her all flustered again. he truly was enjoying this moment right now. “i’m just not the kind of girl. you’re my teacher not a love interest,” she said truthfully, but he didn’t like that response. he knew better than that and so did she. they both wanted each other more than anything right now.

he began to loosen his tie, then slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. “is that really how you feel?” he asked, finally pulling his shirt open, revealing his toned abdomen. she stared in awe as she watched him strip in front of her. his shirt sliding off his shoulder and falling to the ground. her eyes trailed down his figure. he was a sight to see that’s for sure. she noticed a tent forming in his pants and she audibly gasped unintentionally. a smirk appeared on his lips. gotcha. he thought.

she didn’t know how to react in this very moment. what was she supposed to do? her very attractive literature teacher was standing shirtless in front of her. that’s every girl on campus dream and yet here she was living it.

“i-i don’t know if this is appropriate professor,” she stuttered, averting her gaze towards the floor. she stared at her sneakers until another pair of shoes came into view. she froze. too scared to look up now knowing how close he was to her. he took his hand and gently tilted her head upward so they were facing each other. she gulped, now meeting eyes with a different side of her professor. and truth be told, she was enjoying every second of it. “i want you more than anything right now,” he said, disregarding her previous statement of whether this was appropriate between the two. he didn’t care. nine years wasn’t that big of an age gap for him. she was nineteen and he was twenty- eight years old. how bad could this be?

he looked her in her eyes, searching for any sign he needed to know what his next move was. there it was, like a flicker. he smiled mischievously, pondering his next move but was surprised by her crashing her lips onto his.

she kissed him hungrily. she couldn’t hold it any longer. she needed him right now.

heeseung snaked his arm around her, grabbing her thighs to signal her to jump. she did, jumping into his embrace and wrapping her legs around his waist as their lips danced in one another.

he carried her to his desking, next faltering this kiss. he sat her on the edge, slipping his tongue in her mouth and explore every crevice of it. she moaned into the kiss, sucking on his tongue as he fiddled with the hem of her shirt. he broke the kiss, pulling her shirt over her head, taking it off and tossing it on the floor.

y/n took that time to catch her breath before he smashed his lips back on to hers. she grabbed his belt loosening it up but before she could pull them down he stopped her, grabbing ahold of her hands, “not so fast baby, lets take it slow.”

she whined, disappointed and desperate. he laughed, placing a small and shirt kiss on her lips. he unclipped her bra, sliding it off her. her breasts we plumped and perky. just how he liked them. he attached his mouth to one breast, sucking and swirling his tongue around her nipple. she bit back a few moans that threatened to slip out. she felt elastic. she knew what they were doing was so wrong but it felt so right. the adrenaline rush she got from this turned her on more. at any given moment they could be caught by anyone, a dean, a security guard, or a fellow student passing by.

she didn’t care at all, it thrilled her actually. fueling her desires even more. she watched and he alternated between each of her breast, leaving love bites all over her chest before proceeding to kiss down to the hem of her skirt, he didn’t care to take those off, he wanted to fuck her in her cute little uniform skirt so he pushed them up to get a better view of her leaking core.

a small chuckle left his lips upon seeing how soaked her panties were just from them kissing. she felt a little embarrassed hearing him laugh and tried to shut her legs but he stopped her from doing so. “don’t hide baby, she’s beautiful. let’s she was she looks like without these in the way,” he reassured her, sliding her pantines to the side to get a better look and her dripping core.

her little cunt made him go crazy. he looked up at her as he licked between her flaps. the warmth of his tongue sent shivers down her spine. he placed small kisses on her clit, edging her on. he wanted to tease her and have her begging for more.

y/n was too impatient and grabbed a fistful of his hair, shoving his face into her leaky cunt, heeseung obliged, giving her what she wanted. he began to eat her out, sucking on her clit and flicking his tongue in a way that made her toes curl. soft moans escape her mouth but she didn’t care. everything felt so good right now. place her legs above his shoulders and started to slowly grind against his face. the pleasure building up as she felt ecstatic. she threw her head back, moaning loudly as she continued to hump his face. he watched her as she got closer to her climax, he took two of his digits and plunged them deep into her pretty little cunt.

a loud gasp was heard from her, feeling his fingers deep inside him. he thrusted them faster, curling them as he hit her sweet spot, earning beautiful moans from y/n. he absolutely loved it. he was marking what was rightfully his. he continued his pace as she grew closer to her climax. he sucked a little harder on her clit, humming, sending vibrations to her core. a familiar pit grew in her stomach.

she was close, so so close and couldn’t contain it any longer. she screamed, forgetting where she was for a moment. her back arching as she squirted into his mouth, causing him to choke a little bit as her juices hit the back of his throat. she rode out her orgasm and she grinded on his face more before falling back onto his desk breathless.

heeseung stood up, dropping his pants to the floor as he looked down at her tired little figure laying on his desk. “we’re not finished yet, angel,” he said, stroking his long and thick member in his hand. she looked up, her eyes widened. there was no way in hell that was going to fit in her. “can daddy have some head baby?” he asked softly and she nodded, getting off his desk and kneeling before him. he cooed, watching her doe eyes stare up at him. he was loving this view of her better. she parted her lips slightly as he began to slap his cock against her face.

“open your mouth wide baby,” he instructed and she obliged, parting her lips more as s

he slid his cock right in. his breath hitched in his throat. the warmth of her mouth engulfing his seven inches did something to him. he let her take control, watching her bob her head on his thickness, taking every inch and girth of his cock. “yes baby. just like that. you’re doing so good for me,” he praised, encouraging her more. she forced herself to deep throat him, gagging as she did. he grunted at the feeling of her throat hugging his member, her gagging made the feeling even better.

her eyes started to brim with tears as his cock hit the back of her throat, drool dripping down her chin.

she took her hand and stroked him while sucking him off. this pleasure alone could’ve made him cum but he was determined to last. he grabbed her by her hair, pulling her off him to keeping him for cumming then and there. she winced from the harsh grip but didn’t stop it. she liked how rough he was getting. it turned her on even more.

he bent down crashing his lips onto hers. he didn’t care that she just had his cock in his mouth, he was a real man like that. kissing her hard and tasting himself on her before he pulled back. “open your fucking mouth!” he exclaimed, and she did without hesitation. he spit in her mouth and she swallowed it so effortlessly. “you like that my nasty little slut?” he asked and she whined in response.

he slipped his cock back into her mouth, fucking her throat hard, she choked out a cry around his member. he didn’t care. he kept fucking her mouth hard and deep, moaning loudly. “fuck just like that baby,” he said once more. he felt his climax coming soon so he pulled right back out. “bend over my desk,” he ordered. she got up slowly, her legs wobbling a bit. he couldn’t help but laugh, “don’t laugh,” she pouted and he cooed at her, he helped her lay her stomach flat onto his desk, her bottom side completely exposed.

he bit his lip at the sight in front of him, rubbing his hands against her firmly plumped ass cheeks. he needed to mark them. he took his big hand and smack down on her ass hard, causing a scream of pain and pleasure from y/n. this was all so new to her. she never knew she’d like being treat like a fuck toy by her hot professor. he brought a side of her she didn’t know she possessed. he lashed at her ass a few times, the classroom echoing from skin slapping and cries coming from y/n. who knew being a teacher's pet could be so fun.

handprints now decorated her ass and he was more that pleased to know that it was because of him. only he could have her like this.

he positioned himself at the entrance of her core, “spread for me baby,” he told her softly. she reached back, grabbing her ass cheeks and spread them open; giving him more access to come right on in. he spat between her crack, using his dick to wipe it down towards her cunt before sliding the tip in. they both moaned out in pleasure upon contact.

she felt every bit of his cock slide into her tight little cunt before he bellowed out. his whole member filled her to the brim. he sat there for a moment, letting her adjust to his size before he began to move. slowly thrusting in and out of her, he pace precise and steady.

the desk began to squeak against the floor as he thrusted harder than before, yelps of pleasure falling from her lips. he was digging into her guts. it felt like his tip was touching the inside of her stomach. her moans encouraging him to go harder. he dugges his cock deeper into her, her ass clapping against his skin. the room filled with the sounds of them fucking. he hoped they wouldn’t get caught but parts of him did. he wanted people to see the whore he was making out of her. he wanted people to know who she belonged to. he felt her wet cunt hug his girth, bringing both of them to their high, he fucked her harder, sliding his thumb in her ass. she screamed once more from the unexpected intrusion. fuck. he thought.

the pleasure was becoming too much for her, she couldn’t handle it any longer. both her holes were filled, a sensation she never knew she needed. “fuck baby i’m gonna cum,” he said and she could only moan out incoherent nonsense in response. that drove him nuts. he picked up his pace, fucking her to her climax. she cried out loud as the pleasure was unbearable and came hard once again.

this drove heeseung to his climax as well, cumming deep and hard into her. they hadn’t worn a condom. his cum filling her deep and oozing out with every little thrust he gave before him finally pulled out. he placed a kiss on her back before watching his thick load spill right out of her cunt. he didn’t care that they didn’t play it safe. to be honest, baby didn’t sound that bad to him. she was stuck with him regardless.

he reached over to the tissue box on his desk and began to clean her up and help her get dressed before dressing himself. she sat back up on his desk, her makeup ruined from all the sweat and tears she indured with getting her brains fuck out.

“you’re mine princess, got it?” he stated, pulling her close. she tiredly hummed in response, too warn out to say a word. a small smile formed on both of their faces before they snuck back out and went their separate ways.

the next day rolled around and y/n was heading to class where she met up with winter. “so how was it?” winter asked, and y/n furrowed her brows. “how was what?” she asked and winter laughed.

“how was it when you sucked his dick?” she joked, causing y/n to freeze. how did she know? did someone see us? she thought. winter nudged her friend. “i’m just joking god. i know nothing happened. you don’t have it in you to do something of that nature,” winter assured her, causing her to relax again. she didn’t know after all. y/n laughed, “i don’t think i could ever do anything like that,” she lied.

their conversation was cut short upon professor heeseung entering the class room. “good morning everyone!” he greeted, and most of them greeted back. him and y/n locked eyes momentarily, causing her to blush and look away before he began today’s lesson.

winter grew a little suspicious of that little encounter but said nothing.

if only she knew what was to come in the near future.

THE END!!

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