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so the thing is, it's not actual food yet. for most of the stuff in your fridge, what you really have are ingredients. and yeah sure you could take a bite directly out of those bell peppers without washing or cutting them first, but realistically speaking, any significant food your grabbing out of the fridge is gonna involve cooking or prep work in some way.
which is not always a bad thing! but it does mean if you're looking for something quick, simple, or low energy, it's not gonna register. and if you're looking for a meal it's gonna take a little bit of intentional imagination to figure out what those ingredients can actually become.
the peanut butter sandwich is two, mostly ready ingredients. you don't even have to make anything hot. a nice bowl of soup might need broth, seasoning, mushrooms, carrots, noodles, and diced chicken (or whatever your preferred soup is). it'll be a very yummy bowl of soup, but it does first require turning on a stove.
if you're having trouble, try picking one ingredient that sounds appealing, and then thinking of meals that would use that one ingredient. even if it winds up as more of a hodge podge of unrelated sides, you've still made a meal! and any meal that gives you the energy you need while hopefully adding a little diversity to your diet is a win.
you ever have it that the food in your fridge just doesnât register as food? I have a problem where Iâll eat peanut butter sandwiches repeatedly while having a stuffed fridge bc I look in there and am like âhmmmâŠ.but thatâs not actual food. cant eat that.â
#food can be hard!#it is labor intensive and it has to happen 2-3 times a day#every day!#but a tasty soup is good for the heart/soul#and if you can make a hot meal every once in a while#or at least add a vegetable now and again#sometimes that's good enough#what matters is that you ate something#and ideally that the something you ate had enough calories and nutrients to keep you fueled for whatever comes next
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the thing about hide is that he never once expressed visible hurt abt kaneki not telling him he's a ghoul. it was never a topic of discussion between them, not even in re when it's a much safer conversation to have. he never (at least openly) feels betrayed about it, and still uses his every action to get closer to kaneki and the ghoul world despite how cut off he's been from kaneki's life. and i'm sure hide was smart enough to realize that kaneki's avoidance was always about protecting him, but it's hard to imagine that he wasn't at least a little hurt at some point that kaneki wouldn't tell him. and then a couple hundred chapters later kaneki's stumbling over his words in a sewer and hide's telling him how he's always known, while offering up his own life for his.
#hideyoshi nagachika the man that you are#the tokyo ghoul brainworm has me good rn can you tell#i wish my frontal lobe was developed in 2015 old tg tumblr would have ate this up#born to be a coherent 2015 tumblr blogger forced to be a coherent 2024 tumblr blogger#hide is loyalty in it's purest form#i feel like with loyalty in media you normally see it as something that corrupts but hide's is just#it's pure#that's what makes him so special#if he cannot support kaneki on the front lines he will support him in the shadows#no matter how far he and kaneki drift#because hide is the embodiment of undying loyalty and love#tokyo ghoul#tokyo ghoul re#tokyo ghoul manga#hideyoshi nagachika#ken kaneki#hidekane#i suppose#is this really how i'm ending pride month#hide nation rise#where y'all at
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genuine question, am I really not supposed to read into the fact that Kaneki ate part of Hideâs face, of all things? his mouth??
#tokyo ghoul#tokyo ghoul re#kaneki ken#hideyoshi nagachika#hidekane#I never actually finished re but when I found out what happened to hide⊠I mean#Tokyo ghoul is chock full of symbolism and Iâm supposed to see some deeper meaning in kanekiâs decision here?#or hideâs for that matter???#itâs one thing for your platonic best bro to say hey eat part of me so you can fight and survive#like. youâd go for something he can live with and possibly hide. like the shoulder. or side#or his leg#I know Kaneki isnât totally in his right mind but that makes the decision so much stranger actually???#his mouth. he ate his mouth#sorry Iâm still losing my mind over this revelation
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hmmmmmmm
#drunk again a little bit#feeling good as hell#everythingâs gonna be ok#appreciation post for judydollâs tinted lip gloss in 02 ice strawberry something whatever#non sticky⊠non transferring.. very flattering not in an unnatural way#basically looks like iâve just chugged an ice cold m150 or like ate a popsicle yk#if ur a pale bitch like me just get it itâs gooooood i feel like the shit rn itâs sexy asf best and only cosmetic product i own#i was gonna watch evangelion with my siblings earliwr#itâs my brotherâs fave show and iâve been meaning to start it for a while#naked rei kinda freaked out my sister though#whatâs her deal#big puritan bout every damn thing#anyway big argument.#doubt sheâll be watching any more of the show which is a shame cuz#iâve missed hanging out just the three of us. ye olden days of harry potter movies and minecraft are long gone#and nge do live up to the hype#on ep 5 or something so far#so far my thoughts:#rei is creepy as fuck and i donât really like or dislike her#everybody is too hard on shinji; bros just a kid experiencing horrors beyond human comprehension#i wonder if iâd have what it takes to pilot an EVA#ik the pilots go thru hell but thatâs kind of the dream innit#everybody feels like theyâre saddled with some kind of crushing burden#everybody is in a way#u gotta be alive in the world and try to live a good life n shit#itâs such a horrible burden to live#but for it to actually matter in the grand scheme of things you know#pilot a cool mech save humanity#for ur struggle and pain to actually be worth something thatâs what we all want#oh and the third episode(?) where shinjiâs classmates/ former bullies end up in unit01âs cockpit
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why is she so bad at cooking
"It's just a different kind of science than what I actually care-for, darling."
"We can certainly 'discuss it' further in the McDonald's parking lot though, if it's such a problem?"
#Anonymous#(But in truth? It just wasn't something considered important enough to teach to her.)#(If you were fed at her house you ate what was put in front of you no matter what it looked/tasted like or you didn't eat.)#(And even then most of the time she and her sibs weren't fed anyway once they were able to walk and talk/etc.)#(They were mostly expected to care for themselves in that regard so they'd just grab easy things to eat or could be made with lil' effort.)#(At the tender age of 30 these small instances are basically the first time she's had to deal with real cooking in any capacity. x'D;;;;)#(It doesn't help she doesn't actually LIKE cooking in general despite what she says so severe lack of interest effects any attempts too. =T#(LOL THANKS FOR THIS THOUGH I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE AGGRO HER. >X3 <3)
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Me watching evil dead 2
Ash: (dubbed) Work shed
#I am tripping on LSD and the buddy's roommate comes home with a drunk chick two dudes and a bag of coke#I am trying to trip in peace#all these allusions about JFK ate fascinating#when you try to tell me something and I misunderstood I feel dumb so thanks#I know you were excited#when that feeling comes over me ai start getting suspicious sometimes#it's just you saying hi I see what you're doing#you're so beautiful it's ridiculous#ok beauty involves body when you get okder#but when you are 6 it is all face....and being cool#The Arlington digger#duck duck goose with us was always a blast#we would keep doing each other if the teacher didn't get mad about it#musical chair hero stories#me sees a sro#recognizes him from an old ass yearbook#sue looked like a a large blade of grass would snap her like a twig#I tell her the problem with the one who thinks Jason Statham is me#and she just laughs about how I am good looking amd I am like....I don't think of myself like that#that never mattered to anyone else#farming states to get what you wanted#yes I know that ridiculous story on ggw is you waxing poetically#it was so out of place and yet something tood me to at least browse the story#(I can never write short stories) that's bullshit but it is a good joke
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ring pop proposal âĄ
fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar oppositeâs trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.
the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. itâs an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesnât think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.
soon youâre the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says itâs fine as long as your parents agree.
youâre a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devilâs spawn. youâre polite and a little shy when you ask â is it okay if i come to play at katsuâs house, please miss katsukiâs mom ?â and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.
âno touchinâ !â he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.
mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.
she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. heâs rough and temperamental and moodyâbasically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but heâs different with you.
heâll always be a little rough around the edges but itâs the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he letâs you use the crayons heâd just denied another classmate seconds ago and when itâs really early in the morning and youâre still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book youâre sharing until youâre awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.
you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but itâs the thought that counts and heâs definitely got the right intentions.
â iâm gânna marry yn when i grow up !â katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see heâs not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.
âyeah ?â she asks âyeah !â he responds proudly, crossing his arms â i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife anâ she said yeah, so weâre gettinâ married !â
âhuh. howâd you propose ? you donât have a ring.â she jests.
katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.
âgave her one of these !â
âso thatâs why you had me buy those from the store last time,â she hums. â you ate it, though.â
katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.
âwell duh, we both did ! âf i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !â he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.
she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you donât âhandleâ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after heâs gotten over a nasty cold.
she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.
mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes youâll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling youâll be sticking around for a long time.
#another childhood friends one whats new#can you tell this is my fav trope teehee<3#Idk if you can tell but it is#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x you#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugo x reader#bakugou drabble#katsuki bakugo fluff#you can take this as a prequel for like two of my childhood friends to lvrs fics lololol
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Retired Simon| NSFW
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Retired! Simon who: Signed the papers to retire as soon as your daughter was born. He wouldn't risk his daughter growing up without a father and you becoming a widow. Never.
Retired! Simon who: Got a job in construction, it was nothing much, quite simple compared to what he'd already had in the army. What he had to do was more related to manual labor. Which he was already used to.
Retired! Simon who: Always came home at six, all tired and sweaty from an exhausting day's work. Working as a construction helper wasn't easy, but for someone who had already worked in much worse situations, it seemed like a piece of cake.
Retired! Simon who: Loved the feeling of coming home, and seeing you and his daughter waiting for him, you with a smile on your face, and the little girl speaking some gibberish, and making loud noises when she saw her father. It was a little piece of heaven on earth.
Retired! Simon who: Was crazy about your food, there was nothing better than coming home and smelling the food you made, it made his stomach rumble. That's why you always made extra food, because he ate like an elephant, literally, you could fill his plate, and he would repeat it. He just loved your food.
Retired! Simon who: Didn't take long to acquire a sweet tooth, your desserts just ruined him. Even if he ate more than enough at dinner, there was always more room for whatever dessert you made. Cake? Oh, he'd eat half the cake in one day, especially if you put icing on it. From time to time, he would eat your sweets and steal your chocolate from the fridge. So it was no surprise when you shouted 'Simon Riley' around the house. He already knew the crime he'd committed, and he wasn't the least bit sorry.
Retired! Simon who: Absolutely adored coming home to hear your little girl talking, she still struggled to pronounce the right words, but Simon made an effort to understand the little princess, even if she said silly childish things. Since she was always complaining about how tiring her day was, that she did a lot of things. She'd only put her toys back in the toy box.
Retired! Simon who: Loved it when you'd bring him lunch at work, it was a good excuse to chat with you during his break. As well as stealing a few kisses from you. Sometimes even something more.
Retired! Simon who: No matter how tired he was, he always put your little girl to sleep, telling her her favorite princess story, watching as she slowly fell asleep. Every time Simon saw his daughter sleeping so peacefully, he felt his heart flutter. It was a view he would never be tired of.
Retired! Simon who: Helped you with the housework, hated you being overwhelmed, so he washed the dinner dishes, put the clothes in the wash, prepared a bath for you. He himself would rather die of exhaustion than see you doing too many chores. He was your husband, so he always helped you. He always put you first, even if he arrived completely exhausted. It was nothing much, just him being a descent husband, as you deserved.
Retired! Simon who: Sometimes he came home so tired, all he wanted was a good head, his body was so sore, all he wanted was to sit on the sofa and let you do the work, getting down on your knees and deep- throat him. Just the way he loved it, his cock shoved into your mouth, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat, while you looked up at him, eyes filling with tears, you obeyed his words of encouragement, always taking him deeper. Until you choked, and he pushed deep into your throat.
Retired! Simon who: Always gave you rewards after a well-delivered oral, this consisted of waking you up with him right between your legs, head buried between your thighs while he lapped you up. Sucking your clit really hard, just to hear you wake up, moaning and whimpering that you were sensitive. Not that he was going to stop, because he was working on you even more.
Retired! Simon who: Loved the lazy sex sessions in the morning, he loved seeing you all sensitive and sly, taking his cock so well, even though you were drunk with sleep. Sometimes he'd just turn you over and put his cock in your sopping cunt, because he knew you were always ready for him. You were made for him, after all.
Retired! Simon who: Was a complete slut for you, could never keep his hands off you, sometimes even at work he would ask for photos, so he could jerk off and relieve a little of his stress. And he would definitely fuck you hard when he got home.
Retired! Simon who: Also loved having romantic sex with you, having you on his lap while you rode his cock, slowly, at your own pace. His hands on your hips while the two of you kissed, whispering sweet nothings to each other. He liked it so much, he couldn't feel your pussy clenching around his girth, he'd come just like that. Your fault for doing it so well.
Retired! Simon who: Never thought he wanted to have a big family, until you got pregnant. After your first child, he certainly wanted more, of course, if you wanted them too. And given the countless times he's taken you around the house, it wouldn't be a surprise if you turned up pregnant once again.
Retired! Simon who: Wouldn't trade anything, absolutely anything, for his family. As much as he loved his old job, nothing was better than coming home, warm food, a sweet little girl, and a beautiful wife, that was priceless. And he'd be crazy to let that go.
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Hi guys! Sorry for disappearing, I'm just posting to let you know I'm alive. If I manage to post anything in the next few days, it's scheduled, I won't be able to answer comments or questions, I'm in my college exam week đ. I'm totally cookedđ« , so I should only be around for the next week! I'm not ignoring anyone, I promise to reply as soon as I can đ«¶đ»
#cod smut#cod x reader#fem!reader#ghost cod#ghost smut#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon smut#simon x reader#simon riley x you#ghost call of duty#simon ghost x you#ghost cod smut
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idk just thinking about how you burst into your home damn near slamming the door shut, only for toji to stop it with the large palm of his hand before he smoothly walks in behind you. you're on 10 right now, stomping and shouting around the house (while your husband follows like a lost puppy) until you make your way to the kitchen yelling something about how it was "totally unnecessary to punch him" honestly toji didn't even know what the hell you were going on about, i mean he wasn't even listening. he silently convinced himself that it wasn't his fault- no it was definitely yours that he couldn't focus on the sweetness of your voice. i mean he just couldn't stop himself from trailing his eyes down to your ass, sinfully watching from his stance at the doorway as it jiggled with each hard step you took. "you can't keep doing this shit man-" your words go in one ear and out the other, again wasn't his fault, he can't help but think about is how fucking sexy you look right now. lace tussled into a slight mess, lip gloss smeared across your puffy lips because of how much you opened your fat ass mouth out of anger, and that dress ? oh that dress is what gotten you in the situation in the first place, the way it hugged your frame perfectly, mapping out each of your curves in all the right ways. had you not wore it like he told you to he wouldn't have had to beat his boss ass for staring at you a little to long. lashes that had been ripped off are still in his car, sitting prettily right on his dashboard, he couldn't care less in fact he was glad you took em off ecstatic even, toji loved to see you natural, toji thought you were so god damn fine
"what ?"
...did he say that out loud ?
"nothin'" he muffled out "are you even listening? see this the shit i'm talking about-"
toji wanted nothing more than to bend you over the kitchen island and shut your big ass mouth with each deep stroke he gave you, dick hitting deep in that gummy area that always turned you into mush whenever he found it, but alas he didn't, he knew you were angry, just didn't know why. aren't you glad he protected you from the preying eyes of his boss ? did it cost him his job ? maybe.. but it doesn't matter because it was all for you, his lovely wife. "here asshole" toji finally snapped out of his head when he felt you shove something against his chest before walking off. noodles ... you made him-
"a cup of noodles ?" he questioned following you out the kitchen "you didn't eat at the party." the scar on his pretty lips decided to rise. oh how sweet you were, even after being so pissed at his possessiveness you still cared enough to make sure he ate before the night was over but there was still one problem.. "you didn't either" "i'm not hungry." once you reach the bottom of the stairs he stops dead in his tracks "baby- where you going ?" "to bed." no hug ? no kiss goodnight ? no invite ? oh he fucked up.
smut! under the cut (18+)
"now do you forgive me?" voice comes muffled from beneath you as you ride out your nth climax of the night your husband had been sucking and licking into you for hours drawing out orgasm after orgasm. and shit were you ovulating? because you just can't get enough. "fuck" you roll you head back in pleasure riding the sweet sensation of his nose repeatedly brushing against your clit
*smack!*
"i asked you a question mama" you moan loudly at the combination of the nickname and his tongue thrusting in and out of you hitting that special spot each time. "y-yes baby" you grind down to match the rhythm of his tongue as he begins to play with the fat of your ass tugging and gripping tightly, encouraging you to move your hips faster "'m sorry baby, so so sorry" his lips wrap around your rednend clit while he stuffs two fingers into you. at this point you were so overstimulated but you just couldn't stop riding his face even if the world was ending. bringing a hand to his hair you push it back unveiling those gorgeous green eyes. toji looks up making eye contact with you, you begin feeling the tension that was building up about to finally burst (again) "i didn't mean to upset you" he wraps his fore arms around your things getting you to grind down even harder against his perfectly fat nose "i-it's okay toj- fuck you're so deep" "i just don't like when other boys stare at you" he couldn't even bring himself to call his boss a man. a man would never violate a women's privacy like that, basically eye fucking her while she's out with her man. you felt everything, every touch, and god you were so hot, moans were leaving your mouth left and right as you felt him continue sucking, his fingers thrusting into you so desperately as if they were asking for forgiveness too.
this was gonna be a longggg night .
#fushiguro toji x reader#jjk#jjk toji#toji#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x reader#toji fushiguro imagine#toji x you#toji smut#jujutsu kaisen toji#jujutsu toji#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x y/n#fushiguro toji#toji fushiguro smut#smut#toji x black y/n#toji x black reader#black!fem!reader#x black reader#black reader smut#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x fem reader#thingstedtalk
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The Thrill of the Chase
pairing: Logan Howlett x Female Mutant!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 7.1K summary: Logan ate part of your sandwich, so you stole his cigars. Things turn out differently from what you were expecting.
warnings: fluff and smut, teasing, slight predator/prey trope, banter, making out, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, squirting, soft!dom Logan
Author's Note: My first Logan fic! X-Men used to be my world and the fact it is making a comeback has rejuvenated me. Also, I was picturing Logan from the first three trilogies but DOFP!Logan also crossed my mind so :)
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It was getting close to evening, everyone doing their own thing to unwind after a long day of classes and teaching. You had planned to do the same thing, planning to grab a quick bite in the kitchen before getting ready to relax in your room. You were whipping up a quick and easy sandwich, assembling it onto a plate before moving it to the island in the middle of the kitchen. You went to get a soda from the cupboard, only for your skin to raise as you sense something is about to happen: a certain someone was about to come take your sandwich.Â
âIf you take one bite out of my sandwich Logan, I will kick your ass.â
You turn to see him, eyes wide along with his mouth, about to chomp into your dinner. He closes his mouth, only for him to keep the sandwich in his hands and an âinnocentâ smile on his face.Â
âOh, you mean this sandwich?âÂ
You shut the cupboard door, walking over to him with a stern, playful look. You know he is messing with you. That has been the dynamic of your relationship with him. Ever since he decided to stay here at the school and join the X-Men, you two have grown closer and closer, enjoying each otherâs company over anyone else. It didnât matter what either of you did. You both thrived in the presence of one another.Â
But something that has become common practice as of late was playful in nature. You both have always teased, but it has recently ramped up. If one of you started it, the other would find a way to end it before starting again. It was the push and pull between the two of you that you loved, and it has only made you long for him. You want to believe he feels the same, but even your mutation of precognition canât fully confirm that.Â
âYes, that is my sandwich. I worked very hard on it. I'll have you know.â You are standing in front of him now, having to look up at him slightly as you wait for his next move.Â
âIâm sure you did. It looks delicious.â He says, but rather than looking at the food, he is looking right at you. Cheeky bastard.
âY-yeah, which is why I am asking you to put it down so I may enjoy it.âÂ
âI donât know. I think I wanna have a taste first.âÂ
His hazel eyes are staring you down, almost begging for you to make a move. In reality, you really didnât care if he ate it. You could easily make another and enjoy dinner with him. But you know that isnât what he is doing right now. He is playing with you, wanting to rile you up. Well, it takes two to play that game.
âThat sandwich is very precious to me. Iâd think before you act.â
âOh yeah?â He smirks, bringing his face closer to yours. âWhat are you going to do about it?â
âIâll take something precious of yours.âÂ
He chuckles, turning his face to the sandwich. âIâd like to see you try, sweetheart.â
He takes a huge bite out of your sandwich, his eyes closing as he chews. You purse your lips, watching him savor your meal with gusto. You know he is overexaggerating to truly get at you, but little does he know you have a trick up your sleeve.
âEnjoying my meal?âÂ
He turns back to you, swallowing before licking his lips. âVery much. I may have to take another bite.â
You get up in his space, settling onto your tippy toes so your face is by his ear. You let your breath waft against his skin, causing a shiver to shake his core. You can tell he is anticipating what you will do, always highly enjoying your responses to his antics. Oh, he is so in for it.
âThatâs okay. You can have it.â You let your pointer finger trace his collarbone that is very much on display from his white, fitted tank. âAnd you want to know why that is, Logan?â
He takes a deep breath, very apparent that your actions are doing something to him. His left hand lets go of the sandwich to settle on your hip, squeezing the flesh slightly to ground himself. It is actions like that that make you believe you do something to him. Like you drive him just as insane as he does to you. You bring your left hand to his head, pulling him down so you can really get into his ear.Â
âThatâs because I know where you keep your special cigars from Cuba, and I am going to take them.â
You couldnât have run fast enough. You are already shooting for the stairs, taking two steps at a time as you speed to his room. You knew it had taken him a second to realize what had happened because by the time you got to his floor, you heard him yelling your name.Â
You burst into his room, locking it quickly. It was only to buy some time, for you knew he had a key. You were giggling as you went to his bookcase, plucking out the blue, hardcover history book. You open it, and smile as you see the unopened cigars there in the deep hole where text used to be. Just as you close the book, you hear heavy footsteps reach the door and a jingle of keys.
You panic, needing to find a way out before he opens the door. You could run around him, but you needed a head start. You could hide and wait for him to leave but you knew heâd sniff you out. There was only one option left, and that was to go out his bedroom window. You hear the key enter the lock, and with a quickness you didnât think you had, you unlocked his window and flung it open. Just as the door busted open, you crawled out. You grasped onto the ivy that clung to the schoolâs exterior and began to climb down.Â
âOh, when I get my hands on you, you are in for it!â
You look up to see Loganâs head popping out the window. He has a scowl on his face, but you could see the wild look in his eyes. You knew he was enjoying this, for he loves the chase.
âThis is for taking my sandwich!â You yell, and continue making your descent.Â
You hear the window close, which makes you go faster, knowing he is rushing down those stairs to meet you at the bottom. You could sense that he would go to the front door, so once your feet touch the grassy floor you run to the back door. Opening it quickly, you determine your next move. He is probably at the front, ready to intercept you, giving you the opportunity to hide somewhere.Â
You rush to the hallway where many of the classes are held. You run into the first classroom you see, its door already open. You see the large oak desk at the back of the classroom, and quietly walk up to it. It has a space for leg room, so with haste you crawl in it, pulling the chair in carefully to not make any sound.Â
Your heart was racing, adrenaline thrashing as you hid. You try to steady your breath, trying to keep quiet. The atmosphere has become eerie, the silence defying as you try to keep it that way. You try to listen for any other sounds over your pounding heart, when another wave of cognition hits you. You can see it clearly, where he finds you under the desk, hands on either side to block you in. You know you need to move on, so you go to move the chair, but you suddenly halt when you hear his voice boom nearby.
âWhere is she?âÂ
You cover your mouth, trying to hold in your breathing as well as the gasp that almost shot from your mouth. His voice was coated in gravel, and absolutely primal. Even from afar, it was clear he was worked up, and it made you embarrassingly wet.Â
You hear footsteps enter the hallway, heavy boots against the shiny wooden floor. At first, you think you may have a way out, hearing him pass the room you were in, but you arenât so lucky because you hear him stop. You grip onto the book and your mouth, even though you know it will do absolutely nothing. You know he senses you, and it is confirmed when you hear footsteps enter the room. You hear him inhale deeply, exhaling with sigh only to turn into a deep rumble.Â
âI know you are here.â He is slow in taking his steps, and each step gets closer and closer to your hiding place.Â
He sniffs deeply again, growling this time around like he was a wild animal. âNo point in denying it. I could smell you the second I walked into the hall.â
You know he will find you, and he will block you in. So you decide to take a risk before he closes in on you. You push the chair out far enough to crawl out, before standing up behind the desk. You put your hands up with the book in your left one, trying to show off a sign of surrender.Â
âYou have nowhere to go, dollface. No point in tryingâ to run for Iâll snatch you up real quick.âÂ
âYou must really want your cigars back to block me in like this.âÂ
He steps even closer, with him now standing right in reach of the book. He could easily grab it and take it, for he is much stronger than you. But he doesnât make a move, staying glued to his new spot. You donât know whatâs running through his head, his eyes trained on you. It isnât until he places his hands onto the desk that you take a step back and drop your hands.Â
âYouâre wrong.â
You raise a brow, not sure what he is getting at. âWhat do you mean?â
He smirks, leaning his body over the desk. âIt isnât the cigars Iâm after. Not anymore.â
Your heart is in overdrive. You know the answer, it is becoming obvious. But you ask anyway. âThen what are you after, Lo?â
âI think you know the answer. Now it is a matter of will you let me take whatâs mine.â
You want to give in. You are becoming more aroused by the second, but you are starting to really enjoy the chase. Seeing how much it gets him going, to see this side of him, only makes you want to push him more. You want to see what he will do, especially when he gets his hands on you.
You walk around the desk, book of cigars still in hand, getting closer to him until you are toe to toe with him. âWhatâs the fun in surrendering?â
He quickly blocks you in, the desk pressed against your back. He has the most seductive, but feral grin upon his lips, like he thinks he has won his prize. His head leans down to yours, forehead against forehead, before he whispers his next sentence against your lips.
âThe fun is in what follows.â
His lips are on yours, desperate and needy. You canât help the moan that leaves your throat, mind going hazy as his lips devour. You have craved him for so long, you want this to last forever. However, you cannot give into him like this. You will not make this easy for him.
One of your hands goes to the hem of his tank, fingers lingering before going under. He feels so solid, the coarse hairs on his tummy spread thick as you go to his left side. You can feel him shudder over you, and you try to hold back the smirk that wants to curve onto your lips. You move your fingers sporadically over the left side of his ribcage, causing him to jump back. This gives you the chance to run like hell.
âHey! Thatâs unfair!â You hear him yell and it makes you giggle profusely. You must thank Jean later for letting you in on that little secret; that the broody, grumpy man with the metal bones was insanely ticklish. You wish you could turn to see his full reaction, but you are too determined.
You can hear him running right behind you, and you have never been more aroused. You shouldnât feel so turned on by Logan chasing you around, but the thrill of the chase was seeping into your loins and you were addicted.Â
More people had shown up around the school, meeting with friends to study or hang out for the evening. You were dodging people left and right, and everyone looked perplexed as they saw Logan charging his way towards you. Many of them probably assumed it had to do with the book you were holding, and while they would have been originally right, they are no longer even close.Â
You donât have time to hide again, not with him so close behind. You make it back to the stairs, hauling ass as you try to make it to your room. You can hear him right behind you, breathing heavily and grunting with each step. Your room is at the end of the hall, and you are basically flying with how fast you are running. The second you reach the door, you swing it open and throw yourself in before slamming it. You had gotten it shut, mentally pumping your fist in victory, but by the time you went to turn the lock, it was too late. The door flies open, sending you back a couple feet back as Logan stands at the door's entrance.Â
âI have you right where I want you. No more running.â
If looks could kill, youâd be ash. He enters your room, closing the door behind him with his eyes staying on you. He takes one step forward, with him now hovering over your smaller form. The way he is looking at you makes your knees faint, for you felt you could hear what he was revealing with his stare.Â
âI still know your weakness, Logan.â You smirk, holding the book up to your face to dodge any attack he was planning. It is pointless, you know, but it is the best defense youâve got.Â
âDo you now?â He walks towards you, in step with you as you go backwards. The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed, telling you that you truly have nowhere else to go. He is right on you, grinning now that he has the upper hand.Â
âIâm afraid that book wonât save you from me.â He snatches the book, tossing it to the side of the bed.Â
You are in for it. You donât know what he is planning, and the element of surprise has overcome you. However, with the way he is looking at you, you guarantee that what is about to happen will be just as exhilarating as when he was hunting you down.Â
âWhat do you plan to do with me, hm?â You let your fingertips walk along his chest, dancing all the way down to his side like you did earlier.Â
He is quick to grab your hand, bending down to lift you up in his arm before tossing you onto the bed, following swiftly as he pins both hands above your head.Â
âDonât even think about it. I know you all too well.â He growls through his teeth. âAs for what I plan on doing, whatâs the fun in telling when I can just show you. Would you like that?â
You simply nod, breathless at how he is handling you. However, that wasnât good enough for him, as he takes hold of your wrists in one hand so his other one can grip your chin.
âI wanna hear you say it, pretty girl.â
You huff, getting frustrated already that he is dragging this out. With your legs still free, you wrap them around his hips, your heels digging into his back causing him to grunt. Your lips are practically on his, faint contact making you antsy. âShow me what youâve been wanting to do with me.â
Your lips are squashed by his instantly, hunger and desperation clear. His hands go to your thighs, grabbing at the flesh. With your hands free, they go straight to his hair, gripping and tugging on it which causes him to moan hotly into your mouth.Â
His hands travel up to the hem of your blouse, pushing the fabric up past your stomach before his hands go under. You moan at the contrast, rough hands, that have been through so much running along your unmarred body. He swallows what you give him, groaning happily at the effects he was causing.
You are in heaven. You never thought you would be here like this with Logan. You never thought you would be under him at his complete mercy. It makes a shiver travel down your spine, traveling right to your core that is a heated mess because of the man before you. To be with the man you have pined for is riveting, and you could cry that he seems to return those feelings.
You donât know what triggers your mutation, but it is sudden. Your vision goes blurry, a strong aura surrounding you. It is overwhelming, a whimper bubbling from your throat as you see what is about to happen. Logan releases your lips with a grunt, looking at you intensely as you start to shake. You feel his rough hands cup your soft cheeks, stroking them gently.Â
Your cheeks feel hot, your vision turning you into a horny mess. Your hands grip onto Loganâs chest trying to ground yourself to reality. Itâs too much. Your visions rarely last long for they are just snippets of future events, but this was different. It was as if you were in a trance, and could feel everything he was doing to you. You donât know if it is your heightened emotions, especially with him right on you. All you knew is that pleasure was present, and you were starting to fall apart.Â
âHey, whatâs wrong?â You can hear his demeanor change, worry laced in his tone.
âFuck,â you couldnât help but moan, unable to control yourself. âI can feel everything, Logan.â
There is a pause, hands still touching your face. A few beats later, he lets his right hand go down, only to stop at your thigh squeezing tightly.Â
âTell me what you see, baby.âÂ
The rumble in his voice intensifies everything, causing you to grip onto him tighter. âOh God please donât make me say it out loud.â
You try to look away, but his left hand shifts so it is grabbing your chin. He forces your head back up, bringing his face down to yours like he had in the classroom. His breath fans over your lips, taking in the way they move as sounds leave them.Â
âIâm fucking you, arenât I? Making you lose yourself on my cock? Is that what you are seeing?â
You can barely talk, too enthralled in your vision. You grab the hand that is on your thigh and bring it to the top of your black pants. Logan gets the idea and angles it so he can slide his hand into them. His fingers brush over the fabric, feeling the damp spot that has formed drastically. You hear him curse under his breath, the vibrations hitting your lips as they brush against one another without full pressure.Â
âOh sweetheart, you are so wet.â He murmurs, pulling his hand out to bring it up to his nose, inhaling deeply before releasing a sound so feral that you could sob. âAnd you smell so fucking good.âÂ
You canât help but nod, not knowing how to respond. All you know is that you need him. Need him to take you on your bed and do whatever he wants to you. Youâll take anything he is willing to give you, for all you want is for him to make himself known to you.Â
His hand had gone back down to your crotch, cupping your pussy through the material. âDoes she want more attention?â
âLogan, please do something.â You choke, your mind steadily coming back to reality, but still not fully letting go. You start to grind down on his palm, desperate for anything he will give you, but he removes his hand, going to the back of your head to grip tightly.
Damn him!
âI know she deserves something, but do you? Do you deserve me after getting me so worked up like that?â
âLogan, I am begging.â You cry out in frustration, your nails digging into his chest causing him to groan lowly. âI want you. God, Iâve always wanted you so please take whatâs yours!â
He is back on you, kissing you till the air in your lungs dissipates. He starts to kiss away from your swollen lips, kissing down to your neck. He nips at your pulse point, going up to your ear to give it a light lick before going back down. With every kiss, he takes a deep breath in, which only makes him get more aggressive. Soft kisses turn to an open mouth lather to nips that could have easily broken the skin.
âI donât think you know what your scent does to me. It draws me in every time.â He bites down particularly hard at your collar bone, and you wouldnât be surprised if blood had come to the surface.Â
His hands come back up to the front of your blouse, carefully unbuttoning the garment before revealing your breasts that are almost spilling out of your bra. His hands mold over the cups, squeezing hard and slow as he makes his way to your sternum.Â
He is being so gentle with you, a complete 180 from how you thought this was going to go. He was so rough with you in your head, fucking you until you couldnât even say a word. This side of him was endearing, but you crave more from him.
âFor someone so feral for me, you sure are taking your time.â
He bites the top of your left breast, making you gasp at the sudden pain. âI donât think you are ready for that side of me, dollface.â
Your right hand goes to his head, taking a handful of his hair and yanking his head up. You know he wants to absolutely ravish you, and if itâs some convincing he needs, some convincing he is going to get.Â
âWhen I said to take whatâs yours, I meant it. I want you to make me beg until Iâm dumb, so fucking do it.â
âFine, but donât say I didnât warn you, Princess.â
His hands go under your top from the back, unclipping your bra before letting them resurface. He starts to yank your top off from the shoulders, only to smack your thigh that causes a light sting.
âArch that back for me.â
You do as he says, allowing him to take the rest of your top off along with your bra. He flings them both across the room, only to do the same with his tank. Youâve seen his upper body plenty of times, as there would be instances in which he disregards it for a training session. But this? This was very different. Itâs a different atmosphere, and rather than everyone getting an eye full of his muscular, hairy body, it is now for your eyes only.Â
Heâs looking down at you, pupils flared as he takes you in. You shiver as his palms stroke your tummy, slowly going up until they encompass your breasts. Your nipples pebble from the rough texture of his skin, and you can see it excites him. So much so that he takes the opportunity to take your nipples between his fingers and pulls them gently with a pinch. Your back bows off the mattress, adoring the pain he is providing, and let out a mewl as he lets go to run his thumbs over the tender peaks.
âYou sound so good,â Logan murmurs. âI need to hear more.â
His right arm goes under your back to keep you up, holding you there as his mouth goes to your left breast. He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking with his eyes still on you. Your cheeks flush, head tilting to the side to avoid looking at him. Itâs too much. Itâs too fucking much.Â
Whimpers slip from your mouth, his treatment of your breasts making you want to rub your thighs together to soothe the ache, but he keeps your legs open. He eventually does the same to your other breast, working to match the work he left on your other nipple: hard, and tainted red.
He lets up, sitting on his knees as he unbuttons your pants, hands sliding the material down your legs in earnest. He tosses your heels off before stripping away your bottoms, and he hums as he admires the black, lacy thong you adorn.Â
âFuck,â he snaps the elastic, eyes entranced. âYou sure you didnât see this coming earlier? Wearing something sexy like this?â
âThey work better with my pants.â You huff, his fingers lightly running along your covered slit.
âHmm, no wonder your ass looked so good today.â He grins. âBut this pussy? I could play with her all day.â
He lowers himself, sliding off the bed only to bring you with him, your body gliding across the comforter with ease. He clutches onto your thighs, letting your legs rest in the crook of his elbows. He keeps his hold tight, bringing his lips down to kiss and suck on your thighs. You gasp at the aggressiveness, swearing you will see dark purple marks on you later. You moan at the idea, as it feels like he is finally claiming you; like are his to mark, to claim, to fuck, to love.Â
He makes his way to your center, sniffing deeply before releasing a feral growl. He lets the tip of his tongue lightly drag from the bottom to the top of your heat, still fully covered by the damned thong. He flicks at your clit, a ghost of a touch that has you bucking your hips. And he draws back every single time. His self-control is impressive but frustrating all the same.
He starts to suck on it through the material, creating a bigger wet spot with his spit. The more he pushed his tongue against your folds, the more the material would rub just right against you. It made you clench, panting at how much he is teasing you. He pulls away, blowing on your sensitive spot which only makes you whine.
âAwe what is it?â He chuckles, the vibrations barely hitting where you need him. âYou want my tongue to play with you?â
His hand lets go of your thigh, fingers tracing the fabric before pulling it to the side. âLucky for you, I love to play.â
He goes right in, mouth over your bud as he consumes your very being. Your hands shoot to his hair, not prepared for the onslaught of pleasure he is delivering. The swirls he is landing on his target is mind numbing, a tangible pressure that makes you want to curl in on yourself.Â
âFuck, sweetheart,â he groans, the sound vibrating right on your clit. It makes you buck your hips up, but his left arm presses you down to keep you secure.Â
âI know you want more, but you are going to have to be patient. Iâm not done tasting this sweet pussy. Fuck, you are so sweet.â
You feel one of his fingers near your hole, circling it teasingly before pushing in. His tongue is back on your nerves, mouthing covering it to add slight suction. Even with his big fingers, itâs not nearly enough.Â
âLogan, please add another.â You say, emphasizing as you clench down on his single digit.Â
He sucks a little harder, ripping a yelp from your throat. Still, he listens and inserts a second finger with the first. He goes in and out, drawing sighs from your lips as he builds you up. His mouth is going crazy, moving his lips with a vengeance. Your blood is hot, traveling down as your release starts to come to the surface.
You canât stop clamping down on his fingers, your pussy having a mind of its own. He is pistoning them now, causing your fluids to make its way down your ass onto the comforter. The sounds coming from his handiwork edge you further, your release imminent.Â
âOh God, Logan! Iâm cumming!âÂ
Big mistake on your part.
He pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A smug look appears on his face, and you have the urge to shove his face back into your aching cunt.
âYour first time cumming with me will be on my cock, sweetheart.â
He pulls your thong down your legs and moves you back to the front of the bed. He stands before you, making light work of removing his belt from the loops of his jeans. His jeans are next, pulling them down with his briefs.Â
You donât know what you expected. You werenât surprised with how well endowed he was, not with the way he is built. But to see it in person is so much different from your imagination. The details that your mind didnât conjure up, especially the vein that starts from his lower stomach to the tip of his cock. It makes you salivate, wanting to run your tongue along it.Â
âYou like what you see, darlinâ?â He noticed you staring, but you have no shame. Not anymore.
âYeah, want it in my mouth so bad.â
He walks over to you, his cock in your face. His hand goes to your head, stroking the baby hairs that are starting to stick to your temple. âAs much as I would love that, I am dying to give you the fucking you deserve, sweetheart. HoweverâŠâ he brings your head up closer to his cock, your lips not even an inch away. âHow about you get it nice and wet for me.â
You donât have to be told twice. You work up a good amount of spit, letting it drip from your mouth onto his hard cock. You start to lick at the sides, spreading your saliva all over until he is covered. You are basically making out with his dick, your lips and tongue moving like you had when you were kissing him earlier. It isnât until you get to that vein of his that you start to go wild, licking it up and down.Â
Logan is groaning deeply, and pulls your head back, a string of saliva connecting before breaking apart. You hear him curse under his breath before crawling back onto the bed, his hands holding your face as he brings his lips to you. His kisses are slow this time, letting it sink in that this is happening; that you two are about to be connected.Â
âYou did such a good job. You are such a good girl.â He murmurs against your lips before sitting up.Â
His dick is now sitting heavy on your mound, and the weight of it feels delicious. He taps it against your clit a few times, your hips thrusting up in kind.Â
âYou ready for me, sweetheart?â He lets his cock rut into your folds, thrusting up into your clit. âI think that sweet thing of yours is.â
âGive it to me, Lo. I need you so bad it hurts.âÂ
âDonât worry, baby. Iâll take that pain away.â He promises.
And as promised, he places the tip right at your aching hole and pushes in slowly. Your jaw slacks, the pressure as he continues his descent much more intense than you anticipated. Itâs been so long since youâve given yourself to someone. It all feels new, and you are thankful; thankful that it's with him.
He is fully seated in you, and you can only describe it as euphoric. With the way he sits heavy in your cunt, filling you up completely, you can honestly say that this was meant to happen. Logan was meant to be with you in every single possible way imaginable. Itâs the only explanation.
âHow does it feel, baby?â Logan asks, hands rubbing up and down your thighs soothingly.Â
âIt feels,â you whimper, gripping down on him. âIt feels so good, Lo.â
âYeah? My cock makinâ you feel good, doll?â He groans, clearly being affected by your behavior.Â
Before you can mutter a pathetic answer, your brain turning to mush, he shifts back. His cock slides out until the mushroom head is at your entrance, and then he slams back in; hard and slow.Â
The constant back and forth of his cock has you shaking, his hard thrust knocking the air out of your lungs and the slow thrusts feeling oh so good. And with the way he is watching you, his face mimicking yours as he receives his own pleasure, is sending zaps of electricity to your cunt. It makes you grasp onto him hard as he gets you more worked up.
Logan sits up straighter, grabbing your right leg and bringing it up to his shoulder. His left hand keeps it steady as he speeds up slightly and presses gentle kisses to your ankle in the process. It lets him go deeper, kissing your cervix every time it goes in. The pressure feels incredible, and the more he speeds up, the more your cunt starts to spasm out of control.Â
âThatâs it, baby. You are taking me so well, like you were fucking made for me.â He growls out, biting your ankle.Â
âGod yes, Logan! Iâm yours!â You cry out, him and his cock making you utterly delirious. âYou were made for my pussy!â
âFuck, you got a mouth on you.â He chides, his right hand going to your right breast.
He is squeezing your tit so tight; his hips are on autopilot with how fast he is taking you. Your hands donât know where to go, going from gripping the fabric below to holding onto his wrist. He is putting you into a completely fucked out state, and you canât get enough of that treatment.Â
You can tell you are on the precipice of cumming. You are clenching on and off rapidly, no longer in control of your muscles. The sounds coming from your coupling, wet smacking echoes that are music to your ears. You can feel the telltale sensation of being overwhelmed, and you know you are now on the track of no return.Â
âLogan, baby, Iâm gonna cum!â
He snarls at you, a crazed look in his eyes as he slams into you. He lets go of your tit to grab your chin, keeping your eyes on his. âDo it, darlinâ. Cum around my cock.â
You are over the edge in seconds, a silent scream taking over as you tremble and quake. Your pussy is convulsing like crazy, small gushes of liquid coming out. You see Logan look down at where you two are connected, and he is grinning like crazy.
âWhat a fucking sight. There isnât one thing about you that isnât pretty.â
You could sob at his words, especially with how overstimulated you are becoming. You work his cock, wanting him to cum inside of you.Â
âGive me your cum, Logan. Fill me until Iâm dripping.â
Your words must have triggered something because next thing you know he has let go of your leg and face and is falling onto his forearms with his mouth landing on yours. You hear the sound of his claws, completely unsheathed from his skin, causing him to bellow into your mouth, rutting like a madman which causes cum to leak out from your hole onto the bedding.Â
He slows down, milking out the rest of his spend before stopping all together. He lets go of your lips gasping, face buried in your shoulder as he tries to calm down. Your hands go to his back, massaging the taut muscles as he shakes.Â
âFuck, Logan,â you sigh, catching your breath as you come back to earth. You feel so relaxed, even with your guts feeling completely rearranged.
You hear his claws sink back into his skin, and it is then that he pulls out, falling to the other side of the bed. His chest is going up and down with every heavy breath, and you canât help but admire him like this.Â
He turns his head over to you, his hand coming to grab the hand by your side. âCâmere, sweetheart.â
You make it over into his side, head laying on his chest as you both bask in the post-sex glow. You canât help but smile at this turn of events, not expecting to have been in this position with Logan. But here you are, laying on his chest with his arms around you.Â
You notice something in your peripherals and see splintering from the headboard of your bed. There are six holes in the wood, and it sends you into a laughing fit, a euphoric glaze covering your entire body.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â He asks gruffly, pulling you into side as you continue to laugh.
âYour claws pierced my headboard.â
You see him glance back, and you see him sigh, relaxing more into the mattress. âIâll fix it up for you, darlinâ. Iâm sorry about that.â
âNo need to say sorry.â You snuggle your face into his skin, breathing in his natural musk as you relax more into him. âI just canât believe we did that, but Iâm glad it did.â
âI can say the same.â He murmurs, stroking your hair gently. âSeriously, I gotta know, did you see this coming?â
You shift up, going to lay your arms across his chest only for you to rest on them. You look into his eyes and the need in them is still there, but not in the way they were before. They were searching, looking for any confirmation that what you both just did truly meant more. It makes him look vulnerable, something he rarely shows. It makes you smile at the prospect of him opening up even more.Â
âNot until today. Itâs strange now that I think about it.â
âAnd why is that?â
âI never saw you coming, I guess. Even when it is clear as day how you felt about me, I never got anything that told me it was real. I didnât want to potentially screw anything up between us.â
He hums, a look of contemplation on his face before taking a hand and rubbing his face, a long sigh coming out in the process. âI suppose thatâs my fault.â
You canât help but look confused. His fault? âWhy do you say that?â
âI havenât been fully honest, but ever since I came here, no matter how welcomed and appreciated I am here, I have contemplated leaving.â His hand leaves his face to go behind your neck, lightly scratching the skin at the nape before continuing. âIâve been alone for a long time. Having a family has never been in the books for me. It is easier to not let people in.â
âSo, thatâs why I couldnât see you coming. You hadnât made up your mind?â
âItâs possible, but itâs just a theory.â
âBut, if thatâs the case, have you made your mind up?â You start rubbing his chest with your palm, feeling his heart pulse slowly. You are confident you know the answer now, but you want to hear him say it.
He grunts in laughter, shaking his head slightly before letting his fingers curl around the back of your neck. âI think you know the answer, princess. But if you really want to know, come up here.â
You push yourself from him, moving so you are straddling his torso. He brings his hands to your face once more, pulling you down so you are face to face with him. He kisses you, slowly initiating intimacy with his lips. He isnât saying anything, but you can feel what he is saying through the act alone.Â
âI canât close myself off from you,â he says between kisses. âAnd I donât want to. Especially if youâll have me.â
âI think you already know the answer to that, Lo.â
âStill, I wanna hear you say it.â
You pull away so you can look into his eyes, giving him all the sincerity you can muster. âI love you, and I want you to stand by me.â
He smiles teeth and all, and pulls you back down, kissing all over your face causing you to squeal. âHmm I love you too, sweetheart. Always have.â
You both stay like that for a while, basking in each other's company in post-coital ecstasy by continuing to taste one another. Another thought came over you, and you canât help but laugh again.
âIf I had known sex would make you like this, I would have made a move a long time ago.â Logan jokes, breathing them in.Â
âIâm sorry, but Iâm laughing because it took me taking your cigars hostage to do it.â
Logan throws his head back, chuckling at what you presume is the same thing you are laughing about.
âSpeaking of those cigars, can you grab them for me?â
You perk up, pushing away from him to lean over to your side of the bed. Your fingers stretch for the book, getting a grasp on it before getting settled back with Logan. He pulls you in quickly, hurdling you into his side. You see he has his lighter ready, which he must have grabbed while you were getting his cigars.
âYou gonna smoke one?â
He hums, taking one out. âI only smoke these on special occasions. I think this qualifies.â
He carefully unsheathes a claw, cutting the end before it sinks back under his skin. He flickers the lighter, letting the bright flame linger on the end to get a good burn going. He then lays back, pulling you even closer into his side, before taking his first puff.Â
You smile, laying your head against him as you let your eyes drift closed. You feel yourself drifting away, the smell of his cigar and the sound of his pulse lulling you to a deep sleep; a sleep with dreams that you hope feel like déjà vu in the near future.
#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#logan howlett#wolverine x reader#wolverine smut#logan fic#logan smut#x-men fic#my fics
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Iâm remarkably bad at food in general. I didnât come from a household of cooks and my family doesnât do food in a wholesome way. Food ends up being fuel thatâs tiresome but necessary for the most part.
Thereâs also not like easily accessible classes or ways to really learn about food. So I really feel like I canât be blamed for this one instance when I was living in Arizona.
I had moved there to be with my then-girlfriend. I ended up doing more of the shopping because she was working 11pm-4am shifts at the radio station and her sleep schedule was disastrously not conducive to daily tasks.
She requested lettuce for her lunch sandwiches. The morning after shopping I awoke to her standing over me in bed.
I sleepily greeted her and she said, âIâm not mad, but did you buy cabbage?â
My tired brain processed this. What was the difference between cabbage and lettuce? Lettuce was round. Was cabbage? I didnât think cabbage was round. Wasnât it purple? âNo,â I said decisively.
âCome look at this.â
I dutifully got up to follow her to the kitchen. She pulled out the vegetable Iâd bought. It still looked vaguely lettucey but I was starting to feel a tingle of uncertainty.
âItâs lettuce,â I stated, proving once again that just saying something doesnât make it so.
âI ate a whole sandwich with it. It didnât taste like lettuce.â Folks. It was cabbage. Sheâd eaten several leaves of raw cabbage. But in my defense why didnât she know better?
âNo, itâs definitely lettuce.â An undercurrent was forming between us. She knew I no longer believed this was lettuce. Sheâd eaten raw cabbage leaves rather than question me sooner about the purchase. But I was clearly willing to die on this hill.
âWhere the receipt?â
What followed was an instantaneous mad dash across the kitchen to secure the receipt first. We flailed and squabbled at each other, both desperate to have our way with the truth of the matter.
My grubby little hands found it first and we wrestled down to the ground over the unassuming slip of paper. I was wily and quick, but she was stronger, and we tussled with our whole hearts over the inconsequential thing.
When it was clear she was moments away from overpowering me I shoved the whole receipt into my mouth like a frantic little Pac-Man, undeterred by the toxic bitterness of the receipt paper.
We ended up in stitches on the ground as I laughed and choked on the wretched thing. I spat it into the garbage and thus won the right to my fiction. It was lettuce.
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A Lust for Love
sylus x fem!reader - part 2 to resonance
summary: ever since you've left the N109 zone, you find yourself missing a certain white-haired man.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, masturbation, oral sex - m!receiving, p in v, light spanking, dirty talk, possessiveness, praise kink, inappropriate video, size mentions
wc: 5.7k
a/n: the amount of times sylus kept autocorrecting to stylus has actually driven me insane. also, this could work as a standalone (i think)... thank you for reading! <3
also on ao3!
Itâs been a month since youâve left the N109 Zone.Â
You had settled back into your old routine easily enough. Jenna had kept you busy, sending you out on mission after mission. However, Wanderer incidents had become relatively stable over the past few weeks, so much so that you were hardly fighting them. Your time had been taken up by training instead, spent out at either the facilities provided by the Hunter Association.Â
Life had become so mundane as of late that you found yourself missing the thrill of the N109 Zone. It had kept you on your toes, challenged you and the investigative work had been far more rewarding, not to mention you had managed to retrieve the Aether Coreâs other half, which was now safely hidden in your possession. To your chagrin, the modified protocore hadnât done anything special. You had tried experimenting on it with your Evol, but all that was left was a dull shine.Â
There was also another reason you were missing the N109 Zone though. That reason came in the form of a white-haired man with crimson eyes. Sylus. You couldnât believe you were actually thinking it, but you were starting to miss the bastard. The lack of his stupid remarks and untimely jabs were starting to make you feel lonely. This was without mentioning that night of pleasure, of course.
No one had ever touched you like that. You still remember the way he had whispered filth into your ears, the way he had fucked into you without abandon. You had barely been able to keep up with him the next day at training. Stumbling like a fawn, your legs had been shaking so badly that the shopkeeper had grown concerned that your bones were experiencing some sort of unknown, sudden-onset deteriorating disease. Sylus had merely brushed it off, explaining that you had eaten something bad. The smug smile heâd sent behind the shopkeeperâs back had made your eye twitch.Â
He hadnât rewarded you like he had said though. His work had kept him busy, and it was Luke and Kieran that were coming around to keep you company for the remainder of your stay. The twins were definitely a strange pair, but they were sort of cute in a way, and you found that their bickering was reminiscent of the relationship between you and Caleb.Â
Mephisto had also taken to accompanying you throughout the base. You werenât exactly sure what the mechanical bird ate, but after a few little pets and scratches you felt as though it was warming up to you.Â
Unfortunately for you, Sylus had left an indelible mark on both your mind and your body. It was probably the reason you were in this very predicament, with your hand stuffed down your shorts in the middle of the night.
Youâd been trying to get off for a while now, but no matter how many times you rubbed your clit or tried fingering yourself, you could not get yourself to come. Your fingers couldnât mimic the way Sylus had fingered you, couldnât reach as deep inside of you. Thereâs an irritated grumble leaving you as you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a muffled scream into your pillow.
Taking in another deep breath, youâre deciding to give it another go. The pads of your fingers circle against your aching clit and youâre letting out a soft sigh, lashes fluttering. You imagine Sylus touching you, his lips against your skin as he rocks his hips into you. Wetness begins to leak out and you're biting your lip, letting out a low whine into the quietness of the night. Pleasure begins to coil inside your lower stomach and thereâs more whines escaping you, fingers rubbing faster against your clit. You can feel the tension in your body beginning to build, back arching as you remember the way Sylus had spoken to you that night.Â
âPlease, please,â youâre begging out into the empty room, brows furrowing when the pleasure suddenly stalls and your chances of reaching an orgasm fade âno, please- fuck! âÂ
You try and rub a little faster but itâs completely gone, your wrist aching with how long youâve been at it. Tugging your hand out of your shorts, you stare at it as though it were a traitor.Â
Thereâs frustration etched across your face, your cheek squishing against the pillow as you stare at the wall sullenly. Stupid Sylus with his stupid face and his stupid fingers and stupidly addictive cock. The man had completely ruined your ability to masturbate.Â
At your wits end, you decide to give it one last try. Youâre desperate, horny and utterly stressed. Just as youâve managed to slip your hand down your sleep shorts again, your phone begins to ring.
You squeeze your eyes shut, clamping your mouth shut to prevent the scream that wants to escape. It wouldnât do you any good to get complaints from your neighbors. Grabbing at your phone blindly, you hit the accept button.
âHello?â you mumble into the phone.
âStop squirming around in bed, itâs making Mephisto uncomfortable.â
You shoot up when you hear the voice on the other end of the line.
âSylus?â your voice is a hiss, eyes darting towards the window.
Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment when you see Mephisto sitting on the railing of your balcony, his little crow head tilted as he stares at you. A wince escapes you at the thought of the crow watching your pathetic attempts to get off and it has you mouthing a silent apology towards the bird.Â
Mephisto only lets out an indignant caw , turning his beak to the side haughtily.
You groan, flopping back down onto the bed.
âHow are you able to see me right now?â you ask, brows furrowing.
âLook outside,â Sylus replies.
You stumble onto your feet, staring out into the darkened surroundings. Eyes squinting, your face presses against the glass, eyes catching on a camera attached to a street light. Oddly enough, the camera tilts towards you. You tilt your head to the other side and it mimics you.Â
So he was keeping tabs on you. Creepy, but also a little comforting.
âItâs been a long time,â you murmur, staring out of the window again.
Mephistoâs begun to groom his feathers.
âDo you miss me?â he asks.
You can hear the creak of his chair as he leans back in it.
âNo,â you retort, a frown settling on your face. An outright admission of your feelings would be confessing that you would be warming up to him. You werenât about to give him the satisfaction, especially not when he had more or less ignored you for a month.Â
âLiar,â he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice, âin fact, it seems as though my favorite little Hunter is struggling to sleep.â
His favorite little Hunter. The idea of being anyoneâs favorite, much less Sylusâs has your heart fluttering wildly. He had been thinking about you then. Thereâs a darker part of you that hopes Sylus has been having the same problems as you. It would serve him right, after all.
Sylus sighs into the phone, âI did warn you,â he murmurs, âI told you I wouldnât be there to please you when you were feeling needy.â
âI- I am not feeling needy!â you respond, voice pitching as you protest against his observation.
âAnother lie,â he clicks his tongue and you hear more rustling on the other end of the line, âis it your plan to keep lying for the duration of this call, my dear Hunter? Hm?âÂ
His taunt has you gritting your teeth, until all your frustrations come pouring out.
âYouâve stolen my ability to orgasm!â you snap into the phone, your tone accusing.
âMy, my,â Sylus drawls, âhow bold youâve become, hissing at me like a little kitten.âÂ
âItâs not funny, Sylusâ you say, anger replaced by a sense of gloom âever- ever since that night, I havenât been able to come at all.â
Thereâs silence on the other end of the line. You donât think he was expecting you to actually be honest. Thereâs a soft sigh escaping you, eyes slipping shut. You can hear the sound of him breathing, then an odd clinking noise.
âI have to go,â he says suddenly and the line cuts off.
You scoff, looking at your phone screen to see that he has in fact ended the call. What an asshole. You had just confided in him about your intimacy issues and the man had left you high and dry. A frown settles on your face and you almost feel hurt by his sudden change in behavior. Perhaps you shouldnât have expected more from the leader of Onychinus.Â
Thereâs a tapping noise against the glass of the window. Mephisto lets out another little caw , his wings fluttering for a bit as though waving goodbye. You lift your own hand, giving him a wave and watch as he flies out into the night. Just like that, you were all alone again.
You sigh, crawling back into bed with a pout on your face. The blankets are tugged up over your body, eyes slipping shut as you try to fall asleep. It doesnât come easily, your efforts upended when your phone lights up.
Tapping across the screen, the messages between you and Sylus pop up. Heâs sent you a video.Â
Deciding to press play, your throat dries when you see what heâs sent you. His thighs are spread slightly, belt undone as he palms himself through his trousers. You nearly whimper at the sight, moving the phone closer to your face. The bulge of his cock is clear, making his trousers look uncomfortably tight.
You understand why he ended the call so quickly now. Sylus was trying to help alleviate the frustration caused by your little problem. You can hear Sylus let out a low groan and youâre biting your lip, letting your thighs squeeze together.
He palms himself a few more times before heâs dragging down the zip of his trousers. His chair creaks as he lifts his hips and youâre letting out a whimper into the air when you see his hard length in his boxers.
âIâve been thinking about you,â he murmurs, palming himself a little more before heâs pulling down his boxers as well.
Arousal is pooling between your thighs and your pussy begins to ache. Drool collects in your mouth at the sight of his uncovered cock. Itâs just as thick as you remember, his tip just as dark from that night.Â
Sylus lets out another groan, his hand wrapping around his cock. You canât wait any longer, your hand shoving itself back down into your shorts. The stickiness of your arousal is welcome, and youâre letting out a whine, fingers circling your clit.
You can see him squeeze as his knuckles tighten before his hand is dragging up and down, stroking his cock at a lazy pace. His breaths are heavy and heâs shifting again, his thighs spreading a little more as he gets comfortable.
âWork has been terribly stressful,â Sylus says, his wrist rotating as he jerks himself off, âI imagine youâd need the relief too. My fat cock in your mouth, you could just keep it on your tongue, get lost in the haze. Would you like that, sweetie?â
Youâre nodding at the phone even though he canât see you. Your fingers are rubbing at your clit desperately, whining into your pillows as he strokes himself for you.
Sylus lets out a low grunt, his hand moving faster. Itâs an enthralling watch. His pretty fingers wrapped around himself, the tufts of white hair at the base of his cock and the little telltale twitches of his thighs.Â
âSuch a shame you arenât here,â he sighs and your noises are growing more frequent, feeling the ache in your cunt fade as pleasure builds, âI couldâve taken you here on my desk, given you some of those kisses that you so desperately crave.â
Your body is flushed, sweat beginning to cover your skin as your hips roll, grinding your pussy against your fingers.
âAh fuck ,â he whispers, squeezing around his cock a little tighter. Pre-cum has begun to drip from his cock steadily and you want to somehow teleport through the screen so you can lick it up for him, feel the taste of him on your tongue.Â
You rub faster, moaning when he zooms in so you can see the fat tip of his cock wet with his cum.
He grunts, his hand twisting around his length. You can see his thighs twitch a little more and your own orgasm is building like never before.
âCome with me, babyâ he encourages, his cock twitching in his grasp.
Thereâs a moan of his name and youâre coming on your fingers, thighs twitching uncontrollably as your orgasm hits. Itâs a struggle to keep your eyes open, a mewl leaving your lips when his cock jerks, thick cum spurting out of his tip. He sighs, letting go of his cock, allowing it to slap against his abdomen, cum smearing across his skin.Â
You can hear his deep laugh and heâs moving the camera so you can get a better look at his spent cock.
âSleep well, Miss Hunter.â
The video ends. Youâre panting softly, staring up at the ceiling. You can hardly believe heâd done that.
Deciding to give him a little gift of your own, the bedside lamp flicks on and you're squirming out of your shorts, moving your camera between your thighs so you can snap a picture of the aftermath. The image is a bit blurry, but youâre too tired, sending it off to him anyways. It seems an orgasm was what you needed, your eyes drooping shut as you sink into a slumber.
A few hours pass and youâre stifling hot. You donât remember your blankets wrapping around you so tightly or your face pressing into a hard pillow. Still under the spell of sleep, you squirm around, letting out a sleepy grumble. Itâs so hot .
When the heat doesnât cease, your brows are pulling together, bleary eyes making your vision fuzzy. Itâs still dark outside from what you can tell. You try to move, but something is keeping you in place. Your skin prickles, breath coming out in short little gasps. A scream tears out of your throat when you see a manâs figure on your bed. Thereâs a bit of flailing and your leg is kicking out, landing a blow to the manâs stomach. You kick him again and heâs letting out a pained grunt, falling off your bed with a loud thump . Scrabbling for your gun, your finger hooks around the trigger, aiming it at the man as he stands up.
Thereâs no time to shoot, red and black vines swirling across your arms and jerking your gun away from you.
Oh.
You rub at your eyes a little more to see Sylus standing there, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.Â
He examines your gun, shaking his head when he realizes itâs not even loaded.
âYour reaction time is poor,â he says, tossing your gun onto the bedside table.
âWhat- what are you even doing here?â you demand, crossing your arms over your chest.
âI thought it was obvious,â Sylus replies, laying back down on your bed.Â
He stares back at you, smirking when you donât come to lay down with him. He uses his Evol, the tendrils lifting you in the air and laying you down gently.
You feel his arms wrapping around you, tugging you back into the warmth of his chest.
âYou enjoyed my little show,â he whispers, his fingers running through your hair absentmindedly.
âI did,â you admit, peering up at him.
He stares back at you, his hand coming to cup your cheek. You feel his thumb smoothing over your skin and the action is so soothing that it has your eyes fluttering shut.Â
âI never said you could break into my apartment though,â you say.
âSuch a minor detail,â he sighs, a smile on his face, âyou ought to be more grateful that Iâm here. I am a busy man after all.â
âToo busy,â you mutter under your breath.
âOh? How telling, darlingâ he grins at you devilishly.Â
You shoot him an unimpressed look, turning so that your back is to him.
âIf I had known you were going to be so difficult, I wouldâve brought you something,â he says, his hand squeezing your hip.Â
You donât respond. Heâs letting out another sigh, his Evol activating as he turns you back towards him.
âMust you always be so stubborn?â he whispers.
You get lost in his eyes and his hand cups your cheek again as he lowers his head towards yours.
âIâve missed you,â he confesses, his lips brushing over yours.Â
Your cheeks flush. You werenât exactly expecting him to confess that he had been missing you. It appeared as though you were both entering dangerous territory. Festering feelings only led to a convoluted mind.Â
Thereâs a smirk on his face and you can feel him plant a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
âArenât you going to return my affection?â he asks, his nose nudging against yours, âIâve been generous, havenât I?â
Youâre too stubborn to respond and he huffs out a laugh, eyes glimmering with mirth.
âVery well,â Sylus says, âI suppose Iâll just have to fuck it out of you.â
His lips are on yours in an instant. This kiss isnât rushed like when you had first kissed, languid instead of rough. The soft sounds of your lips smacking together fills the room and Sylus canât keep his hands off of you, his palms smoothing over your waist and hips, squeezing at the fat he can grab.
Sylus is pulling away, sitting up so his back is against the headboard of your bed. He offers you his hand and you take it, letting him pull you towards him. You settle onto his lap, straddling him, thighs on either side of his hips. Heâs kissing you again and itâs you thatâs cupping his cheek, guiding him.Â
He groans into your mouth and you whine back, arms looping around his neck. Thereâs spit leaking out from the sides of your mouths with how passionate the kisses have become. Sylus licks into your mouth, his tongue grazing yours. Your hips are beginning to rock, gasping into his mouth when you feel his hardness between your thighs. The fact that you have this much of an effect has you smiling against his lips.
âSomething funny?â he asks, peering down at you.
You shake your head, your thumb swiping over his lips gently, âI just didnât expect you to be soâŠÂ affected by me.â
âPerhaps you arenât aware of your own allure then,â he says, head dipping down to kiss you again.
You turn your head however, and his lips end up landing against your cheek. He tries to kiss you again and you deny him, sucking in a deep breath to gather your wavering confidence.
âI want you in my mouth,â you whisper, staring up into his eyes.
Thereâs a smirk spreading across his face at your admission.
âDonât laugh!â you whine, smacking his chest.
âIt appears I may be a bad influence,â he says, his thumb stroking over your jaw, âor perhaps I am yet to discover the depths of your depravity.â
Heâs leaning forward, grip tightening on your chin to give you a kiss that you canât escape.
âGo on then,â Sylus says, letting go of you.
You move off of his lap, settling between his spread thighs. Your hungry eyes take in the bulge under the fabric of his sweatpants, a small smile spreading across your face.
Leaning forward, you press a kiss to his clothed cock. It twitches under your lips and you hum softly, fingers pulling down his sweatpants to free his cock.
You let out a sigh when his cock springs out, your hand reaching for it greedily. The throb of his cock is hard to ignore, and youâre sneaking a glance up at Sylus.
Heâs staring at you, his eyes dark. You can feel his fingers spread across your scalp, threading into your hair. It has you leaning forward, your eyes on his as you kiss the tip of his fat cock gently.
Sylus shudders, biting his lip. You frown when he doesnât make any noises. Renewing your efforts, your hand squeezes a little tighter, eyes catching on the way pre-cum gathers at the tip.
It has your mouth opening eagerly, tongue lapping up his arousal. The taste only has you addicted, mouth enveloping the head of his cock.
Sylus groans, his hand tightening in your hair.
âI think you have missed me,â he says through gritted teeth.
You shake your head, eyes fluttering shut as you sink your mouth down on him further. His cock is so thick your mouth has already stretched out, struggling to keep your teeth from grazing against his sensitive skin.Â
âKeep going, babyâ he murmurs, his hand guiding your movements. You canât fit him into your mouth, not entirely, so it has your hand stroking around the length you canât reach.
Sylus begins to guide your head, letting your mouth slide up and down his cock as you swirl your tongue. His head is falling back, and you whine when you see the bob of his adamâs apple.
Your mouth suckles harder against the blushed head of his cock, more pre-cum filling your mouth. You swallow it down eagerly, making a soft noise at the taste. Pulling off, you press some more sticky kisses against the tip of his cock and you smile when Sylus nearly whines.Â
His cheeks are pink when you look up at him, his pupils dilated with lust.Â
âI donât take kindly to teasing,â he says hoarsely, his hand brushing yours away as he grasps the base of his cock.Â
You pout up at him, annoyed that he had removed your hand. Even you donât know the depths of your own lascivious nature as your head dips lower, mouth latching onto his fat balls.
You bite back a laugh when he grunts, your mouth opening as you suck one of them into your mouth. It feels so good and youâre moaning around it, pussy beginning to ache with want. Sylus strokes himself and you keep your eyes on his, tilting your head as you try and fit both of his balls into your mouth.
âHow unbecoming of a Hunter,â he hisses, brows drawing in together as his gaze hardens, âdo they know how filthy you are? Sucking my balls into your mouth like a whore .â
You whine, sucking harder around his balls. The taste of his skin has your head swimming, eyes slipping shut. Itâs almost relieving, your mind taking solace at the fact that you donât have to be in control.Â
Pain stings across your scalp as Sylus tugs on your hair, pulling your head up. Almost immediately, your tongue is lolling out and he moans, smacking his cock against the pinkness of your tongue.Â
âFuck,â he whispers, âyou look beautiful like this.â
You smile, ignoring the uncomfortable ache in your stomach at his compliment, mouth wrapping around his cock again.
âTake it, babyâ he continues, his hand pushing your head down slowly. Heâs entirely too big, your eyes beginning to water with how far down your throat he is.Â
You do your best, head bobbing until your nails are scratching down his thighs, leaving red welts as he pushes your head down fully, your nose hitting the tufts of hair at the base of his cock.
He pulls you up soon after, cooing at your watery eyes as you cough.Â
âYouâre too big,â you murmur, opting to place soft kisses along his length.
He hums, hand cupping your jaw.
âI could always train you.â
The utterance of such words has your breath hitching and heâs grinning at you, his head lowering as he kisses you sloppily.Â
Sylus tugs you up, pulling you back onto his lap.
âAre you sure you didnât miss me?â he asks, thumbs brushing away the tears that had wet your cheeks when you were swallowing around him.
You nod. His tone has you questioning your relationship with him however. Thereâs always a sense of softness underlying his actions, as though Sylus sees you for something more .Â
Heâs making a mess of your feelings, pulling you apart piece by piece and putting you back together the way he wants, pieces of his tenderness embedded within you, much like the Aether Core.
âA shame,â he murmurs, his eyes boring into yours.
You know he can see through your little facade. Itâs why the next kiss he gives you is the most tender one yet. His lips work against yours gently, his hands cradling your head. Thereâs an unspoken promise held within it.
But there isnât time to dwell on the feelings that are blooming in your heart. Time is sparse in a world like yours and you donât know when youâll see him again.
Sylus pats your hip and youâre squirming around, letting him pull off your shirt and shorts. He sighs when he sees your breasts, thumbs brushing the underside of them before heâs reaching for your nipples.
You whimper, head tipping back as he gropes at the fat of your tits. To distract yourself, your hand is slipping between the two of you, hand finding his hard cock. It wraps around him and you begin to stroke the throbbing length.Â
Sylus lets out a low groan at the feeling of your soft hand caressing him. His eyes flutter shut as he sucks your nipple into your mouth. You gasp when he bites down gently, feeling the catch of his teeth on your sensitive skin.Â
He pulls off of your breast with a pop , and you can hardly bare it anymore, pushing at his shoulders to rise up. Sylus watches with lust-lidded eyes as you grasp his cock, pressing it against where you need him most. He grips your hips, sending you a lazy grin.
âI must say I do enjoy having you on top of me,â he murmurs, his thumb finding your clit.Â
You whimper, heat coursing through you as he rubs the little bud, his hand guiding you to sink down on him. You donât think you could ever get used to the stretch of his cock, the way he sits snug inside of you, as though you were made for each other.
â Fuck ,â you whimper, hands pressing against his chest, âyou- youâre so big .â
âSo youâve said,â Sylus smiles, his hand squeezing your ass, ânow indulge me. â
You nod, hips rolling against his lap. He reaches for your hands, fingers lacing together, a feeling you had dearly missed. Peering up into his eyes, you squeeze his hands, a serene smile spreading across your face as your hips rise and fall.Â
Sylus groans at the feeling of your skin slapping against his thighs with every bounce on his lap. The tip of his cock hits the sensitive spot deep inside of your cunt so deliciously that youâve begun to drool, a cockdrunk giggle slipping out of you as you ride him.
The giggle morphs into a moan when he spanks your ass, your body jolting forward. Sylusâs touches have grown rougher, his hands squeezing almost painfully at your flesh.
âTell me you miss me,â he hisses and you squeak when you feel him grip your hips, using you like a doll for pleasure when he plants his feet flat against your bed, his hips thrusting up so he can bury his cock in your hot pussy.Â
âI donât,â you hiccup, hands gripping his shoulders as you try to keep up with the roughness of his movements.
Sylus growls and you feel like shrinking away when you see the glare on his face. He almost seems⊠desperate. You both understand whatâs unfolding in this very moment. Desperation, validation, affection. He seeks it from you as though he were a tempest.Â
His hand shoots out, gripping your cheeks. You can feel your lips jut out into a pout and heâs leaning forward kissing you messily. You whine, pressing yourself closer, tits squishing against his firm chest. His hips have never slowed, and youâre gasping into his mouth, hands slipping into his hair as he bounces you on his cock.
âDid it ever cross your mind that we may be bound to one another?â Sylus says, his words spoken against your lips.
âBound?â you pant, your arm wrapping around his neck to support yourself as the burn in your thighs grows more intense.
âBound,â he affirms, âthe Aether Core. It ties me to you in a way that I cannot be tied to another. Perhaps-â he grunts when you slump against him, your hips swaying back to meet his thrusts so that your cunt can swallow his cock, â perhaps you are my other half .â
The idea heâs proposing sounds absurd. Itâs no less than implying the two of you are meant to be together.Â
âDonât- donât be stupid, Sylus,â you say, feeling his lips leave stinging kisses across your sternum before finding your breast against, his mouth enveloping the mound.Â
He nips the side of your breast in retaliation.Â
âI am not stupid,â he murmurs, his tongue flicking against your nipple.
âYou are ,â you protest, thighs squeezing tighter around his hips when his hand slips between your bodies, thumb rubbing against your clit again.
âI am not ,â he affirms, his forehead nudging against yours so he can stare deep into your eyes.
âI can see it,â Sylus says softly, his nose nuzzling yours, âI can see it in your eyes. The want, the longing . You have missed me.â
You open your mouth to protest but heâs drowning your voice out with a kiss. He swallows every word that threatens to come out, his cock driving deeper and deeper until youâre crying out.
âI missed you!âÂ
He lets out a laugh and you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, hiding your embarrassed expression.Â
âNo need to be so shy,â he whispers, âI may revel in the fact that youâve missed me, but youâre forgetting about my own feelings.â
He grasps your hips, his pace slowing slightly, until you can feel his entire length press inside of you.
âNo one else will ever feel this,â he whispers, strong arms wrapping around your waist, âno one else will ever be balls deep in this pretty, little cunt.â
You sink your teeth into his shoulder, moaning.Â
âThatâs it,â he coos, and the drag of his cock is too hard to ignore, your walls clenching around him tightly as though not wanting to let him go.
â My pretty pussy,â he whispers against your ear â my pretty, little Hunter. No one will ever have you.â
His possession has you shuddering, face pressing against his neck as you come around him. Sylus grits his teeth, the squelch of your cunt growing louder as your slick drips down his length, coating his balls.
âI only want you,â you whisper, cupping his cheek so you can kiss along his jaw, âI only want you so- so come for me .â
Sylus doesnât think heâs ever heard you sound so sweet. The lilt of your words, the softness of your voice. It has him groaning loudly, his hands pulling you down, making sure your pussy is flush against the base of his cock as he comes.
You can feel the warmth of his cum, the way his sticky release covers the insides of your pussy. Your lips find his and you kiss him slowly, sweetly as though confessing your own heartâs desire.
He rubs his hands against your back soon after, your head falling against his shoulder. His cock softens inside of you and wetness between your thighs is almost uncomfortable.Â
Sylus lays you down and you whimper when his cock slips out of you. He grins at the sight of your trembling thighs, his lithe fingers spreading your folds to find the mess of both your releases leaking out of you.Â
âA vision,â he murmurs, his fingers rubbing against your clit gently and you try to push his hand away, whimpering when the overstimulation has your entire body jolting.Â
He ignores you, his other hand clasping yours as he caresses your pussy, playing with your folds before heâs lowering his head, placing soft kisses against your mound. Sylus licks up a long stripe, collecting both of your cum on his tongue before heâs pressing his lips against yours, feeding you the mix of essences.
You moan at the taste, squeezing his hand as you suck on his tongue sloppily. He smiles against your lips, pecking them gently before heâs drawing back.
Your body is utterly spent, eyes slipping shut. You can feel Sylus moving, feeling his lips against your cheek as he peppers fleeting kisses across your face while a warm cloth swipes between your sore thighs.Â
Sylus tugs you into his chest and you press yourself closer, face burying itself into his chest.Â
âI missed you,â you repeat, quieter this time.Â
He hums, his hand stroking your hair soothingly as you both unwind.
âI know,â Sylus murmurs, tilting your head so he can press a kiss to your forehead.
You feel your heart swell at the affection and it has you peering up into his eyes.Â
âHave I surprised you?â he asks, a smirk settling on his face.
âYou always surprise me,â you breathe out, trying to meld your body against his.
He grins, arm slinging around your waist comfortably.Â
âWill you stay?â you ask after a few moments, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
You watch as his eyes shut and itâs you thatâs petting his hair this time, playing with the soft strands as he contemplates your question.
âFor a few days,â he whispers, his hand finding yours.
Sylus intertwines his fingers with yours, bringing your hand closer to his mouth as he places reverent kisses across your knuckles.
Itâs enough for now, you think, when he looks into your eyes.Â
Itâs enough for now because Sylus will always find his way back to you.Â
Across the vast expanse of deep space, you will always be his.
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kudos to those who honestly share their support of someone
#Ate E (yk who you are) once said that no matter how unknown or controversial there'll be ppl who believe/support#your opinion#well guess what#someone who i didnt expect#did something like that (supported me)#and im feeling great
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jerk.
because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.
a/n: wooooooohhhhh i love soulmate aus so much omg
pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader
part two. part three.
Youâve known he was your soulmate from the first day at U.A.Â
When heâd bumped into you, steaming with anger in that way he regularly was and had spat at you; âmove it, extra, or iâll make youâ â and youâd known then because those were the words written across you hip since youâd turn five and it had manifested with your quirk.
Because that was how the world was. Nowadays, it was odd to find someone without a quirk and even harder to find someone without a soulmate and youâd grown up your whole life having those awful words written on your skin. Had grown up knowing that for whatever reason, the soulmate youâd been given didnât say warm, intimate words to you or even just simply generic words. Your friends had always had such nice sentences from their soulmates, with pretty words or a happy greeting.
And in yours youâd been called an extra.
Whatever the hell that meant.
Youâve never been excited to meet your soulmate. Not once. Not when you were five, or eight or twelve or when you started noticing people in a way you hadnât before, more romantically. Not when you started maturing and growing up. Those words glared at you every time you stared at them and you didnât want a single thing to do with your soulmate.
Not ever.
That is only doubled when you realize who your soulmate is. Maybe there was always a small part of you that hoped the words were misunderstood; youâd make scenarios up in your head about how those words could be teasing or even just a misunderstanding.Â
When theyâre spat at you by an intimidating blonde man that looks like thereâs actual steam pouring from his ears, with piercing red eyes that cut into you like youâd done some horrible thing to deserve his anger⊠you understand then that they werenât teasing and they arenât a misunderstanding. Theyâre cruel and theyâre mean and dismissive and hurtful and every horrible thing piled together by a man who is even worse beyond just his first words to you.
So you make it your goal that he never finds out youâre his soulmate in return.
You avoid him. Desperately. Youâre barely a person in his own head so it isnât all that hard to do. Even as the rest of the class grows closer and bonds, it seems Bakugou is just as content to ignore everyone else as you are to be ignored by him. Sure, some worm their way into his heart, like Kirishima or Midoriya and Shoto, but nobody else really seemed to matter. At least, you didnât. You had the same friends, you were in the same class, and eventually, you ended up sleeping in the same building.Â
You saw him everyday. You ate in the same kitchen and relaxed in the same living room. You trained in the same gym and overall, were consistently near each other. But you didnât speak to him and heâd never tried to speak to you after that first day. Months pass and it continues on this way and youâre sure he doesnât even know what your name is.
Or that you really even exist.
And youâre happy with that.
Content.
Because while the idea of a soulmate was romantic and heartwarming and something you dreamed about, him being your soulmate sounds horrible.
And it was best he just never even knew.
He was so focused on becoming number one, youâre not sure he even cares about finding his.Â
Which is fine. Works better for you in the end.
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âY/L/N and Bakugou. You two are teamed up for combat practice today.â
You freeze at Aizawa-senseiâs words, body tensing as your eyes instantly shoot towards Bakugou. Heâs already looking at you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he lets his eyes drag across you; itâs clear heâs assessing you. Maybe trying to remember your name or if heâs ever seen you before.
It wouldnât surprise you if he was.
Somehow, in all your months of being in the same class as Bakugou, youâve never once been partnered up with him for anything. You think once you may have been put in a group with him, but that was with several others so it'd been easy enough to avoid him.
One on one though? That was going to be harder.
Way harder.
âGood luck,â Mina calls from beside you, squeezing your shoulder before she moves to meet up with her partner; it looks like sheâd gotten Jirou. Lucky.Â
Watching everyone else disperse tells you that you canât just stand there like an idiot anymore. You take a deep breath, ignoring the nerves that course through you as you make your way over to Bakugou. As you make contact with him again, you realize heâs not moving; obviously he expects you to come to him.
Jerk.
When you reach him, the two of you just stare at each other and since youâre certainly not going to speak first, thereâs a moment of awkward silence before Bakugou grunts; âready?â
You nod and he isnât confused by your silence so the two of you walk off to an open area in the gym. He stands across from you, gives you a look and then is racing towards you. Youâre not sure why Aizawa-sensei teams you up with Bakugou because your quirks definitely donât mesh well together and itâs clear Bakugou is stronger, but youâre able to hold up well enough on your own.
You even manage to land a hit on Bakugou once that clearly surprises him and you take it as a win.
And a little payback for being such an ass.
Then, when the class is over and youâve promptly been knocked on your ass in return, youâre surprised to see a hand stretched out in front of you, invitingly. You blink, eyes drifting upwards only to meet Bakugouâs as he stares down at you. Heâs not smiling and he doesnât look all that friendly, but he nods his head in recognition.
âGood job.â
The words are such a shock your brain short circuits for a minute. Not only are the words the nicest thing youâve ever heard Bakugou say (which is saying a lot) but his voice wasnât gruff or aggressive like it normally isâit was⊠soft, almost? Maybe not soft but⊠normal. Just⊠calm.
Your heart is lurching at the sound before you even realize and then youâre pushing yourself up to your feet, basically smacking his hand out of the way and running out of the room without another word.
-
After that, Bakugou doesnât seem to leave you alone.
Heâs everywhere.
And not everywhere in the way he had been before. Heâs not there in passing or just across the room from you, heâs asking to train with you or deliberately making sure heâs the only one left for you to partner with. He seems to always be in the kitchen when you want to eat or in the living room when you want to vedge after a long day.
Heâs constantly there.
Not to mention, gone are his glares or looks of indifference. Heâs always looking at you, making sure you know he knows youâre there; even if the two of you are in class or with a group of classmates. He makes note of acknowledging you. The others seem to notice too because the girls start asking what you did to get Bakugouâs attention and you promptly tell them you have no idea.
Of course, they donât know Bakugouâs your soulmate so they donât really get the scope of your panic. And itâs not that you donât trust them, especially after all youâd been through as a class, but more because the less that knew, the less likely Bakugou was to know.
But now? Now it was getting hard to avoid him and it was even harder not to say something without it looking obvious why you werenât.
You were promptly fucked.
You are able to stall it for all of two weeks before youâre cornered by Bakugou.
âDo you think Iâm stupid?â
Your wide eyes fall on him, not only shocked by his presence but panicked by his words because there were few things a sentence like that could mean.Â
A quick glance around tells you thereâs no way to get past him without Bakugou being able to block him and since it had already been made clear that he was in fact stronger than you, you knew there was no escape. Everyone else was gone since youâd snuck out of training to grab a bite to eat and it seemed like Bakugou had snuck out the same to follow you.
So yeah, you were screwed.
Bakugou lets out a huff at your silence and he takes another step towards you, further crowding you and you swallow thickly when he steps into your personal space. You move to walk back but then your back is pressing against the wall of the kitchen and Bakugou is completely shrouding you, it's hard to look anywhere but at him.
âDo you think I donât know why you wonât speak to me?â
Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the right, determined to avoid his steely red eyes that feel like theyâre piercing into your very soul. You focus on the handle to the cupboard to your right and try to ignore the growl he lets out in response.
He takes another step forward and suddenly heâs inches apart, close enough you can feel his breath drift across your skin, warm to the touch.
âIt wasnât hard to figure out after you ran from me that day when we were partnered up,â Bakugou continues. âEspecially when I started to realize youâve never talked to me. And then? Avoiding me for the last two weeks? Itâs not hard to figure out.â
You halt, freezing, waiting for the wordsâ
âYouâre my soulmate.â
You refuse to look at him. You wonât look at him.Â
Maybe if you just ignore him, heâll go away. Heâll just⊠leave. He doesnât like being ignored, that much youâve gathered and so if you just refuse toâ
Suddenly his hands are on your arms and his chest is against yours and heâs way too close. âHey,â he huffs, âlook at me.â
You donât listen. Even as you tense beneath his grip, you refuse to do anything, to give him any sort of reaction. If you give him a reaction, heâll get what he wants. And youâre not thinking straight. You need to just wait, wait until heâs bored and then you can thinkâfigure this out because surelyâ
âY/L/N,â he calls and youâre surprised he even knows your name, âlook at me. Hey. Iâm right, arenât I? Why else wouldn't you fucking looking at me.â You continue to remain silent and Bakugou lets out a low growl. âFucks sake. Iâm not leaving until you say something so you might as wellââ
ââIâm not saying anything to you because youâre a jerk!â
Well, that certainly couldâve gone better.
The words leave your lips before you even realize youâve said them. The second youâre done, your chest is heaving and you finally turn your head, eyes snapping to Bakugouâs, fearing his reaction at your rather blunt and rude words.
But, a second later, instead of being angry like youâd expected, Bakugou starts⊠laughing.
Youâre not sure youâve ever seen the boy laugh, certainly not that genuinely. His lips are parted and his eyes have squeezed shut and the laugh that leaves his lips is pure and genuine and loud and itâs so unlike anything youâve ever heard from him youâre stunned stupid as you stare back at him with your lips left parted, jaw slacked.
As his laughter fades, Bakugou meets your gaze.
âIâve been waiting to hear those words for years,â he starts, still smilingâactually smiling this time. Not a smirk. But an affectionate grin. âWasnât sure what I did to deserve those words, but it seems fitting.â
Blinking, once, twice, you sputter, snapped out of your stupor. âIâI⊠You jerk!â
âI think weâve established that already, babe.â
You barely even notice the nickname. If it wasnât for the way your heart races at the sound, youâre sure your stupefied mind wouldnât have caught it because seriously, what the hell?
âYou⊠this is exactly why I didnât want to say anything!â You cry out, not sure if youâre defending yourself for him or more for yourself. Why are you even defending yourself? And what against? âYouâre insufferable. And rude. And cocky. And a jerk.â
Bakugou just snorts. âWhat are your words?â He asks, smile fading slightly as his expression turns more serious; almost solemn. Regretful. âMustâve been bad if you had to avoid me.â
Youâre surprised by the guilt in his tone, but it gives you the confidence to answer. ââMove it, extra, or Iâll make youâ,â you mumble, fiddling with your hands. âYou said it the first day we started here at U.A.â
âShit,â Bakugou curses, running a hand through his hair. âSo youâve been avoiding me for months?â
Your eyes flick to his before lowering and that gives him his answer.
He shifts. âL-Listen⊠uh, sorry about⊠about cornering you like this.â
Blinking, you tilt your head up. Youâre shocked to see a red tinge to his cheeks.Â
âI just needed to know,â he finishes explaining. âAnd Iâm sorry about that shit I said to you. My soulmate doesnât deserve that crap but I canât take it back, so Iâll just make sure I make up for it.â
Youâre positive now that youâre hallucinating this whole thing.
âWhat?â
He blinks down at you at your screech before smirking.
âWell, I mean, as we get to know each other,â he says, like itâs obvious. âIâm shit with words but Iâll try for you. I'm good with showing though,â and he looks a little too pleased with himself.
But you can barely focus on the very blatant meaning of his words, you're still trying to catch up. âYouâŠâ and you hesitate, not sure if youâre hearing this correctly. âYou want to get to know me?â
And he looks at you like youâre dumb.
âDuh,â he shrugs, âyouâre my soulmate.â
âWhat about being number one?â
âWhat about it?â he argues, shaking his head. âThatâll still happen. You think I canât do that while also dating you?â
Your eyes widen; âdating?â
âYeah,â he says, again like youâre dumb. He takes a step towards you, once again closing the gap between you and his hands falling on your waist, pulling a gasp from your lips at the touch that causes him to smirk, as if proud. âYouâre my soulmate. Of course weâre going to date.â
âI barely know you!â
âThatâs why weâll get to know each other.â
You just stare up at him.
âYou really are insufferable,â is what you manage to say in the end, exasperated. Your shoulders fall and your body sags but you donât pull away from his touch and even if youâre not fully aware of it, youâre pretty sure you end up leaning into him.
âYouâll learn to love it,â he shrugs, still grinning. âNow, letâs go back to training. We need to work on your defense.â
Blinking, you turn to him as he shifts the both of you, guiding you forwards. âHey!â
âWhat,â he shrugs down at you. âItâs true. You were barely able to block my hits when we fought.â
You canât find the words to say so you simply let him lead you along, trying to ignore the way his hands make your skin tingle and your heart race. Or, really, the way that despite everything, you really donât mind.
If anything, you actually like it.
Fuckâhe really is a jerk.
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Hear me out..Jealous!kinich x reader smut...also I love your writing style it makes me wanna explodeđ€
ââââ bet you feel it now, baby
â ÛȘ â ⧠synopsis. you didn't have to laugh that hard at his joke. it wasn't even that funny. he's better, it's fine, he'll just show you how much better he is.
â ÛȘ â ⧠pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader, !!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!
â ÛȘ â ⧠director's notice. posting wip list in a bit plus brief overview of 800 special fic (it'll probably be genshin/hsr :3)
ÛȘ â ⧠warnings. possessive behavior (kinich), jalosi /j, kinda ass/pussy eating (see to it however you like, i used no real specific term, reader is blindfolded for some parts, jealous behavior, rough sex, sex itself, y'all get walked in on (be ready for this to be implied into more of my kinich works LOL), establish relationship
"ahhn- kinich i said 'm sorry.. pleasef- slow down!" your face in the pillows, your words muffled and long gone into the night. the black-haired man's raspy voice spoke from behindâ your boyfriend, kinich, of course. "he wasn't all that entertaining, why laugh like how you do with me?"
it was torture to him, seeing how it went from an awkward laugh, a polite smile, to a more genuine appearance to the stupid guy that just had to come up to you while he was busy getting a little snack for ajawâ even ajaw wouldn't comment on how his face looked this time, keeping his own silence as he ate the delicious candy.
"fffuck- he was an old classmate i had at the akademiya- 'm sorry, i-i really am kin-!" he almost laughed at your words. classmate? doesn't mean you should be playfully hitting shoulder like that. or teasing him like that. it's all his, no one else should be able to have it.
you shuddered, what felt like cumming again for the umpteenth time in a row, he hadn't stopped pinning you against the wall, and making you see stars over and over again ever since you saw your "classmate".
"doesn't matter." he groans, finishing inside you once more, your eyes were blindfolded by his headwear, previously on his forehead. he carries you onto the mattress, laying you down a little roughly. "w- what are you doing?"
you shivered once more, feeling warm exhales near your entrance, his cheek resting suddenly on one of your thighs. "all mine, right?" the blunt tone present in his tone definitely made it out as if you couldn't tell him anything other than yes (because it was true). his lips start to scatter a plethora of glossy little kisses all over your thighs, the sensation of getting him to cover every inch of your legs felt like a fever dream.. was this really a punishment?
you could feel his other hand snake to one of yours, which was somewhere on the bed. holding it tight as he started to place wet pecks over your hole. "hhnnn.. kin stop- ... stop teasing me.." you felt yourself moan into his touch, your other hand reaching out for wherever his head was. your fist grabbing at his hair, almost trying to push him into you further.
you felt him groan into you, you could sense he was whipped for your taste. the way you moaned his name. his.. name. "ahh- ahhh fffuck!â kin it's all yours, i promise!" his hand left yours, and stopped lapping at your hole for a moment- you heard a small grunt, and two things landing on the floor.. was he taking his gloves off?!
you could feel him sitting you up with one of his other hands, arms setting you down onto his face, arms locking around your thighs. straddling you over his mouth, as he started to devour what was his. no other guy could do this to you, not without making you feel as good as he did.
shit and he definitely did, the way he made you feel wasn't like the stupid losers who'd try to hook up with you back in the akademiya. or tried to pick you up in the streets. they can't make you feel turned on as much as you did when kinich blindfolded your eyes with something he doesn't usually take off and hear his belt buckle start to come off- ahhh nothing was better!
oh you felt yourself almost creaming on his face just thinking about it. not to mention how good he worked his tongue into you, definitely tasting every little bit, every little nook & cranny his tongue could reach.
he made a small sound, looking up to see you slowly riding his face as is, trying to rub yourself near against his nose. his authorative hold was more than enough to stop you from moving again, one of his palms moving over your stomach to feel the way his tongue moved inside you.
his head busily buried itself more into your scent, glossing his tongue so carefully, making sure you feel it. you started to feel something pool in your stomach- ssshit you were gonna cum again! your hands trail back down to his hair, gripping it harshly again, him seeing signs that you're close, he fastens his pace, licking as much as he could, no longer concentrating on the taste, more on your facial expression.
"ahhn- kin i'm g'na-!" "mmm there it is, such a good kitty." were the words he moaned into your hole, as he gladly lapped up every inch of your delicious juice/cum.
as he placed a kiss onto your entrance once more, he places more than just one kiss onto your lips, making out with you for a bit. letting him taste what he's been tasting for the past hour, the shared, mix of both of your cum.
your lips finally parting from his, your eyes still shut close 'till you feel a fist of your hair being gripped, "not done yet." is all kinich whispers, his voice a little coarse as he continues to kiss you. "all.. yours," you feel him take your hand, putting it over his heart while you both pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva being created. "and all mine, please?" he points to where your heart is in your chest.
his blunt attitude could only make you laugh, planting a kiss onto his head, and nodding to an agreement. "mmm- yeah. all yours."
"you guys are reaaaaaaalll corny! you're lucky i like your partner this time!" ajaw butts in as you laugh, while kinich simply scoffs- looking the other way and burying his face into your chest.
not as cool as my other works, and it's more cringe if i keep looking back on it, cute request tho !!!!<3333
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đ„ : PLACES THEY LOVE TO KISS â enha
ăŻă bf!enha x f!r . . . đ” warning. kissing duh ! + FLUFF â
seiu msg: wanna get back on to writing stuff soon in the mean time enjoy this! rbs/feedbacks are appreciated
â HEESEUNG LEE
heeseung loves kissing your neck because he knows it gets you hot and bothered, he loves the sudden shocked squeak you let out when he random kisses your neck, he came behind you, gracing his cold lips on your neck âAH whatâs wrong with you seungâ you turned towards him, your hand on the place he kissed âmy lips are cold, i ate ice creamâ he said pulling you back âso?â
âso i gotta warm them upâ he said as he bit ur neck lightly, kissing it, his breath leaving tingling feels down your spine, something about neck kisses just makes you feel light headed âi know you love it princessâ he whispered, his hands roaming around your body as he blabbers like a loser.
â JAY PARK
jay loves kissing your lips, though it very common but for him it is special, he love the feeling of his lips against yours, especially after you put on lipgloss or lipstick âjayyyy i just put it on, look itâs all smeared and on your lips tooâ you said frustrated as you try to fix your lipstick, âitâs a nice colour i like it on youâ he said snaking his hands again around your waist as he turns you around âdoesnât give you an excuse to ruin it, and we have to go or else we will be late to the partyâ you said resisting his touch as he leaned over again.
âdoesnât matterâ he said as his lips moved against yours, his hands around you waist, him teasing your lips by lightly nipping on it, your hands in his hair tousling it.
âwe got stuck in the traffic sorryâ he said to his friend as you shot him glares, did i forget to tell you that he loves kissing you when you are mad at him? works like a charm, all the anger goes poof.
â JAKE SIM
jake loves to nom on your cheeks , he says itâs like bread. he loves to peck your cheeks at any given moment, or just have his face smooshed by yours, if he could he could live under your skin. jake likes to bite your cheeks while pecking them despite being warned a hundred times to not, but how can you resist his puppy eyes.
sometimes he get this kissing aggression towards you where he just keep on kissing and giggling as you try to escape him âjake too muchâ you say as he kissed you all over your face, ânot enoughâ he said as he continues smooching your cheeks, biting them ânom, you taste like strawberriesâ jake hugs you as he calms down, cuddling you.
â SUNGHOON PARK
he loves collarbone kisses, loves to randomly feather kisses around your collarbone while cuddling, exact reason that despite being so tall he like you be a small spoon most of the times, likes to be a princess âhoon it ticklesâ you said as he pressed kisses, he loves when you wear off shoulder as he gives him easy excess but if not then he just pulls the piece of clothing you are wearing to expose your collarbone, now that has gotten him in trouble when he accidentally rip your clothingâs neckline but that obviously never stopped him.
âi will get you more mmmâ he said as he kept kissing you, he loves to inhale the soft and mild scent of your perfume.
â SUNOO KIM
loves to kiss your forehead, to appreciate even the smallest of things you do for him, while thatâs very sweet of him and you love it with all your heart, there are times when he likes to annoy you by kissing you after applying your lip tint so now you have kiss mark on your forehead, or kissing it and then telling how small you are.
towers over you sometimes so you look up at him and he can kiss your forehead.
âi got nice scores this timeâ you told sunoo as he smiles and kisses you forehead âim proud of you loveâ
â JUNGWON YANG
he likes to kiss your nose, just a little boop to make you laugh, you talking about your day? oh he is so in love, boop, you are cooking? he is drawn in by your beauty, boop, you are just laying around? you look so cute, he canât believe you are his, boop.
âwhy do you like kissing my nose so muchâ he looks at you as he smiles, eyes closing like a cat as he kisses your nose âbecause you are cuteâ itâs a way he expresses his love, itâs his way of saying he treasures you and a simple expression of his limitless love for you
â RIKI NISHIMURA
he loves to bury his face in your neck after a long day and kiss your shoulders, just like sunghoon he loves when you wear off shoulder dress or else he just pulls on them, but lucky for him you wear his oversized hoodies all the time so itâs easy to gain excess, sometimes itâs hard to express who he feels, or how much he loves you so he just kisses your shoulder and hope you understand his attempt to say âi love youâsâ.
âwhatâs wrong babyâ you asked as you played with hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck âjust tiredâ he said nuzzling âaww poor babyâ you said as you kissed his head âyou better not tell how act with youâ he warned you still kissing your shoulders.
âlike a baby? AHH-â your giggles turned into sudden shock as he bites you âoh that left a markâ you smacked him with a pillow as he laughed and dodged it ânot tired anymore huh?â you said pouting moving away from him just to get pulled back to his lap âi amâ he pecked you âmeanieâ he snicked at your pouty lips before kissing it.
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