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Pleasurable Mistakes - Jey Uso (18+)
Pairing: Jey Uso x Female!Reader
Summary: The reader gets caught having a intimate moment in Jey's room.
Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Smut, Fingering, Masturbation
Word Count: 3,578
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âOnce we graduate, we should totally get an apartment together to save money!â Jey smiled widely, his voice slightly cracking with excitement.
âYeah! When youâre off traveling for the WWE, Iâll stay and take care of the apartment! Itâll totally save up money.â
âCan we get a dog?â Jey pointed out.
âHow about a cat?â You persuaded.
âI can work with a cat.â Jey grinned.
âGod, why donât you two get married already.â Jimmy, Jeyâs twin, spoke up. You and Jey gave each other weird looks before looking at Jimmy across the lunch table.Â
âWeâre not getting married.â Jey laughed.
âYeah, weâre thinking financially, you know once we graduate high school you actually canât really live on your own in this economy and the way itâs going.â You picked through your school lunch, regretting not taking your car to school so you could have left for lunch and get Taco Bell. It was such a nice day and your mother insisted you walk.
âWhatever, when I graduate Iâm going to get into the WWE, find myself a hot wife and buy a house.â Jimmy nodded with a smirk on his lips.
âYou, a hot wife?â You laughed. âYou canât even find a hot girlfriend.âÂ
Jey laughed along with you as Jimmy gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes with an embarrassed blush on his face, grabbing his lunch tray as he stood up from the table. âWhatever! Youâll see, Y/N, youâll all see!â Jimmy stormed towards the trash cans, tossing whatever food he didnât eat and headed towards his homeroom to sit and brew.
Jimmy in fact did show you, he got into the wrestling industry, trained hard and got himself in the WWE, it wasnât long until he had a nice looking lady on his side and within a few years he proposed. You also showed Jimmy, you were correct all those years ago about the economy not getting any better, taxes were up, and so were milk, gas and rent in the nice city of Miami you grew up in, but you and Jey stuck to your word.
Right after graduation, you lived under your parents roof a little longer until the following year, once money was saved up you and Jey went on with your plan and placed a down payment on an apartment with a nice view of the Atlantic ocean. Popping open champagne on the first night in the apartment, you and Jey stood on the balcony, watching the waves of the ocean roll in and the moon high in the sky reflecting in the water.Â
Glass in hand you stared off into the distance and on instinct, you placed your head upon Jeyâs broad shoulder. âWe did it.â You sighed happily.
âYeah, we did.â Jey maneuvered his glass into his other hand while his right hand wrapped around your waist which immediately sparked something in you.
As the years passed, Jey went into some training along with his brother and they were immediately signed to the WWE, possibly because they were a package pair or because their father was also Rikishi some would argue but youâd always back them up and say they were there due to their hard work.Â
Watching Jey and Jimmy take their career higher and higher every Friday Night made you a little closer to the brothers. Even though Jey was never home regularly he still made sure to text and call daily whether it be checking up on you or giving you an update on where he was at and when heâd be coming home. It made your heart swell knowing he was thinking of you but it also feared you. What was he doing when on the road? Was he at bars? Was he fucking women while celebrating his wins?
Then again, he wasnât your boyfriend and you never asked any personal questions. You never pushed him when he came home, wanting to know all the details on what he did while traveling knowing he was too tired to do anything when he came home, bags in the living room and him collapsing on the couch.Â
âSo, any plans for tonight?â Jey asked through the phone that you held against your ear while typing a paper out for work.Â
âMe? Plans on a Saturday night? Psh.â You scoffed following it with a laugh as you skimmed through the pages. âIâm just finishing this report for work, take a shower, have a glass of wine and most likely watch a show.âÂ
âBoring!â Jey sang loudly to where you had to pull the phone away with a smile. âYou should enjoy yourself, go to the club and have men buy you drinks!âÂ
You could hear the playfulness in Jeyâs voice but you couldnât help but to frown, you wanted him to buy you drinks and take you to the club, not some strange man grinding against you and trying to get you drunk to have his way with you. Shaking your head you cleared your throat, shutting your laptop. âIâm good.â You reassured.
âYour Saturday night, princess. Spend it however you want.âÂ
You broke out in goosebumps at the pet name he gave you, wishing he really meant it and not in a sarcastic way. âI will, thank you.â You placed your laptop on top of the coffee table.Â
âWell, donât have too much fun with Mr. Whiskers. No parties.â Jey teased.
âNo parties, I promise.â You laughed, just on cue yours and Jeyâs gray tabby cat Mr. Whiskers jumped on the couch and started to make biscuits on the cushion. âWhere are you anyway?â
âWe just got to the airport, it shouldnât be a long flight but Iâll be home soon. Oh, weâre actually boarding the flight right now, so Iâll talk to you later.â Jey said.
âOkay.â You bit your lip. âOh and Jey?â
âYeah, Y/N?âÂ
It was silent, you didnât follow up with anything, your stomach twisted, you wanted to tell him how much you missed him and how excited you are to see him again after being on the road for months. âN- Nothing, never mind. Safe travels.â
âThanks, Y/N. Iâll see you soon.âÂ
With that the phone beeped a few times showing that the call ended. Sighing out loud you set your phone down next to you. âWell, Mr. Whiskers look like itâs just us for a bit.â You looked over at him at the other side of the couch to see he was already curled up and fast asleep. âI guess itâs just me.â Getting up you went to the kitchen, grabbing a meal prep from the freezer and heated it up.
Chowing down on the rice and chicken with a side of veggies you tossed the plastic container in the sink reminding yourself to wash it in the morning. Tidying a bit around the apartment you wanted to make the place look nice when Jey arrived. Placing the vacuum back and all the cleaning supplies in their rightful place you exhaled a tired breath, looking around the spotless apartment.Â
Satisfied with how everything looked, you made your way towards the bathroom, turning the light on and shutting the door behind you, you looked in the mirror. Dark circles were under your eyes as your hair was in a messy bun from a long day's work. You started to strip from your street clothes. Making your way to the shower you started it up, getting it to the temperature you wanted.
The steam started to roll immediately showing that the water was getting warm quickly. Stepping out of your panties and tossing your bra in the pile you pulled back the curtain and stepped into the water. âShit.â You hissed, quickly reaching for the cold knob and turning it to balance the temperature.Â
Humming softly as the water turned more comfortable to your liking, you bowed your head underneath it, letting it spray down on you and roll down your back. Goosebumps broke out as the water strolled down your body and the steam danced along your nipples, making them hard.Â
Shivering at the sensation your mind went to Jey. Leaning against the tile wall with your eyes closed you slowly started to realize how much you missed Jeyâs smile, his laugh along how heâd watch you everytime you cracked a joke or how his muscles would tighten and ripple from the pushups and situps heâd do in the living room.Â
Your teeth nipped at your bottom lip as you started to think more of Jey in a sexual way. Youâve never seen what he was packing under his pants but you knew by the way he walked he had some size.Â
Your fingers danced along your stomach, making their way south of your body and cupping your hot sex. Exhaling a soft breath, the tip of your index finger and middle finger swirled around your sensitive clit. âFuck.â You whispered to yourself out loud. Applying more pressure to your clit, you bite your lip harder imagining it being Jeyâs hand toying with you. âJey, please. Put it in.â You whined, your fingers still teasing your clit, slowly picking up the pace.Â
Your cunt clenched around nothing, your stomach slowly started to tighten as you built your orgasm. Finally deciding to back off from your clit, your two fingers slowly traced your lips, collecting your dripping juices. âOh Jey.â You said softly. Slowly inching your fingers up into your entrance, your cunt tightly wrapped around your digits as they sunk deeper inside. Your mouth collected saliva as the delicious pleasure started to drive up your spine.Â
Slowly dragging your two digits out you plunged them back inside of you letting out a soft moan, echoing in the bathroom. Your wrist started to ache but that didnât stop you from picking up the pace. Your fingers quickly pushed in and out of your slippery cunt, your walls squeezing and sucking your fingers back in with a warm squelchy welcome.Â
Your thoughts ran wild as you imagine Jey, naked behind you grabbing your neck with his other hand while his free hand finger fucked you. âGod, Jey. Gonna come.â You moaned out, your walls fluttering around your cunt. The warm water still sprayed from the head of the shower down onto your bare breasts as you tossed your head back against the tile wall with a loud âthudâ.
The wetness of your cunt and your panting moans mixed in the air with the steam rolling around the hot shower. Your orgasm came quickly, coming undone on your fingers as they dripped with your creamy color. âHoly fuck.â You panted, resting against the cool wall with the mixture of the hot water made goosebumps rise on your skin again.
Slowly pulling your drenched fingers out from your aching pussy, you rinsed them off underneath the shower and finished up washing your hair and body. Once you rinsed yourself off, you turned the shower off and grabbed a towel.Â
Feeling much better after a little time, you stepped out of the bathroom, steam rolling past your ankles into the hallway. You held the towel around your body tight and started to make your way towards your bedroom. Stopping in front of a closed door, you looked at it. Jeyâs room. You never went in when he was out traveling, you respected his privacy too much to even step one foot inside when he wasnât home.Â
âDonât you miss his smell, though?â A small voice in the back of your head announced.
You did miss his smell. The strong cologne he wore was always your favorite, smelling like hickory and vanilla. You squeezed your thighs together as your core grew warmer at the thought of smelling his pillows real quick. Looking towards the front door to see it was still locked and no sign of anyone coming in, you grabbed the door knob and twisted it, pushing the door open.Â
Standing in the hallway you looked inside the dark room, flicking the switch on the room soon became bright and showed off his wrestling memorabilia. His room was neat and clean, dressers dusted and tidy along with the large flat screen tv hanging from the wall and his gaming system hooked up to it. You eyed his dirty laundry, seeing a sweater hanging from the side of the hamper.Â
Stripping your towel off, you let it drop to the floor, pooling around your feet. Stepping out of it, you grabbed the black hoodie, holding it tight and inhaling his scent. Moaning softly you remembered he wore this sweater when he was making a protein shake after his gym workout. The memory made you smile as you slipped it on over your head and now covered your upper half and slightly some of your lower half.Â
You inched your way to his bed, seeing how he neatly tucked his sheets in and the bed comforter pressed firmly with no wrinkles. You instantly ruined it as you laid on top of his made bed, his scent wafting in the air hitting your nostrils. Humming at the smell of Jey your brain became fuzzy and warm along with your cunt slowly started to throb again, wanting to be full once more.
You knew it was wrong, you knew you shouldnât be in his room especially when he was on his way home. You nuzzled your head back into the soft pillows, gripping the chest of his sweater and bringing it to your nose you inhaled deeply once more. Memories of Jey flooded your mind as your heart hammered in your chest and cunt started to drip again. You needed another round to calm you down and this time in his bed.Â
Your right hand slowly traveled down your stomach like before. You skipped past your clit, not wanting to tease yourself anymore as your fingers pressed against your soaking entrance you pushed past your folds with no hesitation. âFuck, Jey!â You cried out, arching your back as your two fingers plunged in and out of your pussy. Your eyes closed tight as your head tossed back into the pillow even more.
Jaw slack and mouth hung open, your fingers scissored deeper into your pussy but it just wasnât enough. You needed another, your ring finger pressed against your middle and inched itself past your tight walls. âY- Yes, more, more, fuck Jey I want more!â As you had three fingers inside your cunt, fucking yourself, your lower stomach tightened, you could see Jey behind your eye lids, he was there above you fucking you raw and moaning with you. âYes, Jey. Please âMmm close.â You sobbed.
As your orgasm was about to ripple through your body you heard your name being shouted, your eyes snapped open while your fingers quickly drove out of your wet cunt as you quickly sat up in the messy slightly damp bed. There stood Jey, suitcase by his side with wide eyes and jaw dropped.Â
âJ- Jey! I can explain!â You grabbed the hem of the black sweater you wore and tugged it down your lower half to hide your dripping cunt. âI- Iâm so sorry! Iâm so sorry!â You apologize, rooted to the bed you couldnât move but just say how sorry you were. You disrespected him, his privacy, his bed, the friendship. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you see Jey not moving from the spot.
âSo,â Jeyâs tongue darted past his plumped lips. âYou play with yourself in my bed instead of throwing parties while Iâm gone.âÂ
Still too scared to even realize Jey was joking you choked out a ânoâ.
âI must admit, this is a better sight to come home to instead of a loud party.â Jey smirked, his dark hooded eyes ran over your body.Â
âY- Youâre- Youâre not mad?â You hiccuped, tears running down your cheeks.Â
Jeyâs hands started to fiddle with his belt and unbutton his pants. âDoes this look like Iâm mad?â As he finished his words, he pushed down his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock sprung upwards, hitting his stomach.Â
âOh my god- Jey!â You quickly shielded your eyes, looking away from him in respect. âI- I.â
You heard more shuffling being done towards the doorway and felt the bed dip on the opposite side you were looking from. âHey, Y/N.â Jey grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from your face. âPlease, Y/N, I need to know if you really want this, if you want me.â He whispered âmeâ softly.Â
Finally opening your eyes to see Jey fully naked laying right next to you had your face heating up, your best friend caught you masturbating in his bed and now he was laying naked next to you. âI- I do want it, Jey. Iâm so sorry for- for doing this in your bed.â You sniffed.
Jey had a large smile plastered on his face and tossed his head back slightly with a laugh. âI wasnât expecting it but I much do love coming home with you on my bed fucking yourself silly on your fingers.â He groaned the last part. You caught how his dick twitched as he spoke.Â
âThen yes, please Jey, I want you. I want all of you.â You begged him.Â
âFuck, you have no idea how long Iâve waited for you to say that.â Jey leaned forward, his lips crashing against yours in a hot kiss. Your lips moved along with his as he slowly guided himself on top of you, wedging in between your legs and making sure not to crush you with his full weight. âBeen wanting to be in between these legs.â Jey said in between kisses. âDeep inside this pussy.â He moaned.
You whined against his lips, wishing you did this little stunt nearly ten years earlier but always too scared not knowing if he felt the same way you did. âPlease, Jey. Iâve waited long enough, give it to me.âÂ
Jey shivered at your words, looking down, his hard cock was poking against your thigh, twitching in anticipation to be inside of you. Jeyâs hand went in between your bodies as he gripped the thick base of his cock and slowly nudged the tip of his cock against your still wet pussy. You both exhaled a satisfying breath as he sank deeper inside of you with ease due to you preparing yourself for the past hour.Â
âYou feel so fucking good, snug around my dick.â Jey moaned. âWere you getting this pretty little pussy ready for my fat cock?â
Too dazed to even speak, you nodded with soft moans leaving your lips, your legs wrapping around his waist as he started to swirl his hips in a circular motion. âHmm, Jey.â You moaned, enjoying how his cock stretched you wider.Â
Jeyâs moans rang in your ear, making your cunt grip his cock tighter in a reaction you didnât expect. âFuck, darling yes.â Jey hissed through gritted teeth as he started to rut his hips against you, his cock pushing deeper inside of you with every thrust. As he pulled his cock out it was slow, slightly painful but soon pleasure rushed through your body as he pushed back in.Â
âJey!â You screamed as his pace started to pick up in a sloppy manner.Â
âYou sound so fucking sweet, scream for me baby.â Jey panted, his wet cock slipping in and out of your tight channel. âFucksâ and âshitsâ escaped both of your mouths as both of your orgasm started to approach.Â
âI- Iâm close Jey!â You warned as your vision slightly blurred and the coil in your stomach started to tighten. âI want- want your come baby, I want your come!â You begged, rolling your hips against each of his thrusts.Â
Jey nearly stopped his movements as he groaned lowly. âN- No! Please, fuck please donât stop.â
âFuck, the way you did that, shit.â He breathed out, his hips started to pump inside of you again.Â
âThatâs it, right there!â You cried out, closing your eyes tight you saw bright lights explode as your orgasm went over the edge, taking control of your body. âJ- Jey!â You screamed.
âYeah baby, Iâm coming, Iâm coming.â Jey moaned, his cock drilling into your sore cunt, sloppy wet sounds and skin against skin roared in the room along with his bed frame racking up against the wall loudly.Â
His warm seed exploded inside your tight cunt as he tossed his head back, moaning. A thick vein appeared in his throat, pulsing as he panted heavily.Â
âHmm, oh fuck.â You moaned, wiggling against his stilled hips to feel yourself full of his come. âBig load.â You teased, feeling your pussy swallow his thick come.Â
âYou have no idea.â Jey panted, hinting that itâs been awhile for him from having sex.Â
Jey slowly pulled his cock out from your abused cunt, the creamy liquidy mess dripping from your cunt onto his sheet. Jey didnât care as he collapsed next to you, eyes closed but you couldnât help but to stare at him. âHow long?â You whispered.
It was silent for sometime as Jey just smiled. âLong.â He whispered back. âVery long.â He licked his lips, still smiling and cracked one eye open. âSince early high school.âÂ
You couldnât help but to smile back at him, he wanted you and you wanted him and here you were, finally having each other.
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Samoan Dessert || Jey Uso
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Part 2 to He Knows
X/Reader - YOU
Jey Uso - Joshua Fatu
Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, Smuttttt
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Later that night after the show had closed out, you walked the halls to find Josh. You had found him just as he and Cody were coming out of the locker room. He was freshly showered and smelled divine, you knew it wasnt Cody because he used a different product that was as potent. You looked Josh up and down and bit your lip, man was he fine as hell. He had on white joggers and a black t-shirt that accentuated his very lean and fit body, his bag slung across his shoulder. Josh was doing the same to you. Even though you were still dressed how you came, in a skirt and a blouse with heels, he still couldnt get over how well you made it look. His eyes roaming your body made you very warm and cheeks heat to a red hue. You looked over a Cody and he was smirking at the two of you. You gave him a scowl, still a little annoyed that he had told Josh about your crush on him.
âRunnelsâ you said with a scowl. Cody pretended to look offended, while Josh stepped up and pulled you to him.
âDamn y/n, itâs like thatâ Cody fakes hurt. Josh holds you to him.
âChill ma, you got me, dont need to rip his head off,â Josh whispers in your ear. You looked up at Josh pouting a little, which only drove Josh crazy, you looked so innocent and sexy pouting to him.
âBut he took something private and toldâ you pouted. Josh took his one and and put his thumb on your lips.
âI know ma, but look what happened, your about to go and have dinner a dessert with me, so stop your pouting, he did it out of love for his best friend, which is youâ he tells you quietly and he points to your chest to emphasize that Cody was looking out for you in some weird way. Which you guess worked. You took a deep breath and nodded. You looked over at Cody and shook your head.
âIm still annoyed but i guess you where just doing it or me, in your own weird wayâ you say letting out a sigh. Cody smiled at you sympathetically.
âI did, i didnt mean to break your trust, honest, but i knew Josh had been always looking at you and I KnewâŠim sorryâ he says. You look at Josh then Cody.
âYour forgiven, but your still an assâ you laughed. He stepped toward and pulled you into a hug.
âI know, Brandi tells me all the time, trust me. You two have a good nightâ Cody says as he pulls away and slaps up Josh. Once Cody is gone Josh looks down at you and licks his lips.
âI believe we have some food to getâ Josh smirks. You look up at him and nod.
âAs long as i get to have you for dessertâ you wink. Josh lets out a low growl, pulling you back into him, kissing behind your ear, driving a shiver down your spine.
âTry and stop that from happeningâ he growls out into your ear. You let out a small giggle.
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The two of you had dinner at both of yâall favorite place, the Waffle House. When you both were walking to the car, he had his arm was around you, holding your hand. His warmth was so comforting to you. When you guys got to his rental, he opened the door for you, like heâd been doing the whole night, and smacked your ass to get in. Once you were seated you turned to him and put both of your hands on his face and pulled him into a kiss. After a few minutes of kissing, Josh pulled your hands off his face and held them in his.
âLetâs get to the hotel so we can have dessertâ he says almost out of breath. You nod and he straps your seatbelt, kisses your cheek, then closes the door going to his side of the truck.
While Josh was driving, he had his hand on your thigh, his thumb brushing against your skin every few minutes creating a delicious tingle on your skin. His other hand was gripping the steering wheel, his forearm muscles constricting and contracting with each movement. He looked sexy as fuck, all focused on driving. When Josh stopped at a red light he looked over at you and gave a sexy smirk. You took the opportunity and leaned over the console and put your lips on his. You proded your tongue in his mouth, the kiss growing slipping quick. His hand that was on your thigh squeezed your thigh but you both were broken from your kiss when a car behind yous honked. Josh focused back on the road but let out a short breath.
âMamas, wait till we get to the hotelâ Josh says straining himself. You put your hand on his, that was still on your thigh and caressed it. The drive was silent for a few before he pulled into the hotel parking lot. Josh shut off the engine and looked over at you.
âJust one thing we should talk about before we continueâ Josh says. You nod a little nervous. Cody had said he had been feeling you, but was it only sexual?
âWhatâs up?â You ask a little hesitant. Josh looks at you and bites his lip.
âYou may not think Iâm the type of guy that commits to just one person or has a bunch of peopleâŠwhatever the caseâŠthatâs not me. If we wanna continue this, I wanna know we gone be exclusive, just us. No one else on the side for either of us. I donât think youâre the type of girl to have more than one man, hell Iâm positive you ainât like thatâŠbut I gotta know we gone be an usâ Josh says laying it all out. You look at him a little shocked about his bluntness but relaxed that the feeling was mutual.
âSo exclusive like dating?â You ask almost timidly. He looks at you and nods.
âYea mamas, like I said earlier, if I wasnât on smackdown so long, we woulda happened soonerâ Josh says.
âIâm down with thatâ you say almost immediately. Josh leans over the console and puts a hand on your cheek to pull you to him. You two begin a slow kiss that turns wet and full of tongue. He still tasted of whipped cream and syrup and it made you dizzy. You unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed over the console, your lips still attached to yours. You straddled his lap, your skirt hiking up, showing a peak of your laced underwear. Josh brought his other hand up to your neck and held you close by your jaw and his other hand tangled into your hair. You wanted Josh to swallow you whole. He lips felt so good in yours. He leaned forward a little and you bent into the steering wheel, causing the horn to go off, scaring you two into pulling apart. Josh let out a sexy chuckle and moved a hand down to your waist.
âLetâs go feast on some dessertâ Josh growls out. You nod. He opens his car door and lifts you off his lap and sets you on the ground, then he gets out as well. He goes to the truck to grab yâallâs bags and you two walk into the hotel. Once you two were in the elevator, you looked across at him. He quickly moved to be in front of you and took his hand to lift your head up to bring his lips to yours. You let out a tiny moan into the kiss and wrapped your leg around his thigh. Josh growled as he moved closer and pressed himself into you.
âI canât wait to taste youâ Josh growls between kisses. You moan again and he lets out a deep chuckle. He turns his head and sees that you guys are almost to his floor. He backs away and grabs your hand. Once the elevator stops, he pulls you out of elevator, quickly making it down the hall to his room. He takes out his key and unlocks the door, opening it. Youâre about to walk in but he grabs you by your waist pulling you back in.
âI want you on that bed, undressed, and spread eagle for me. Got it mamas?â Josh growled out. You look back at him letting out a small squeak at his assertiveness but nodding. He lets you go with a smack on your ass and you walk into the room.
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You had undressed with your back to the door, your heart beating out of your chest. Josh stood in the doorway quietly, watching as your got naked and he nearly growled out and took a few steps to throw you on the bed. You yelped as you felt Josh turn you and throw you on the mattress. He hovered over the top of you, caressing your face with his hand.
âMamas you where taking to long for my liking.â He says.
âI-Iâm sorryâ you squeak. He chuckles and plants a kiss on your lips.
âI know mamas. Now lay back and relax, papis got youâ he growled. You tried to close your legs to get some relief and let out a small moan but Josh wasnât having it. Josh kissed, licked and sucked down your body, till he got to your sensitive bud. He blew some air on your folds before bringing his fingers to them. He ran his fingers through them, collecting the wetness that had accumulated.
âMmmm mamas your sooo wet for me, I bet you taste delicious.â He says. He immediately dives his head in and lick a long stripe through your folds with his tongue. You let out a long moan, closing your eyes in pleasure. Josh looked up and smacked your thigh before pulling away.
âLook at me mamasâŠwanna see your beautiful eyes watching meâ he says. You nod your head weakly and open your eyes to look down at him. He dove back in, his eyes piercing yours. He moaned as he got more licks and sucks in. Your moans spurring him on, eyes trying hard to stay on his. He reach a hand up and grabbed your hand for you to hold and you squeezed his hand as he sucked your sensitive bud.
âJ-JoshâŠ.fuck PAPI!â You nearly scream out. He smiles deviously as he licks through your folds again and pulls himself out. You looked up at him and he quickly shredded off his shirt, joggers and boxers. Your eyes scanned over his physique nearly drooling out.
âMmm papi youâre so sexyâ you almost sobbed out looking up and down at him. Everything about him was perfect. He chuckled and moved back closer to you. You sat up quickly and took a hold of his girthy long appendage. He moaned at your touch. You looked up at him.
âI get to taste you too remember, Samoan dessertâ you pouted. He looked down at you, his hand coming to caress your cheek and jaw.
âYes mamasâ he breathes out. You take your opportunity and bring your face to his dick. You take a long lick from his head to his base and moan out at the taste. Josh also moaned, moving your hair to the back of you and holding it lightly in his hands.
You take him whole in your mouth, shoving him as far as you can and you feel Joshâs hips stutter.
âFuck mamasâ he moans out. He gently tugs your hair back and pulls you off him. You look at him and he breathes before chuckling.
âI have to feel you mamasâ he says. You nod and he lays you back caressing your sides as he hovers over you, position in himself between your legs. He looks down at you and you look up at him and nod. He takes his dick in his hand puts it to your folds, running up and through them a few times. You both moaned out feeling so good. He poked his tip at your entrance and slowly pushed in. He held your hips tight in one hand as he pulled one of your legs up to his hip and around it. He continues to push in, your walls squeezing and sucking him in.
âFuck mamasâ he says when heâs halfway in.
âFeels so good papi, please go deeperâ you moan out needily. He moans out and continues to push in again. He looks down at you and sees you looking up at him trying not to close your eyes. He takes both of your hands in both of his and pins them to the mattress. He finally pushes all the way in and you let out a small scream. He plants kisses all on your cheeks, forehead and lips.
âMamas, fuckâ Josh moaned. He pulled out a little and thrust back in a few times before he decided to take longer strokes. Your moans had grown louder as he deep dicked you.
âPapppiii faster!â You say as he hits your g spot. He throws his hips back and forward faster, hearing the squelching sound of your juices coating him, his tip always hitting your spongy spot with each fast, deep thrust. Your hands squeezed his, back arching forward so your torsos where touching. Your chest heaving and your eyes trying not to close. Josh looks at you and leans down into your neck and sucks on your neck, earning a scream of pleasure from you. You started feeling the coil within you, tighten.
âPapi!â You try not scream.
âI know mamas, I feel you squeezing, Iâm close to, we gonna cum together okay mamasâ Josh moans. You let out a moan in response and Josh lays his forehead on your, your eyes locking on each others. His thrusts deep and sloppy. He take one of his hands back and brings to behind your back to arch up into him more, foreheads still together. Your eyes brimming with tears of your impending orgasim.
âJosh, fuck! Papi! Iâm gonna cum Iâm gonna cum Iâm gonna cum!â You sob out, tears escaping the sides of your eyes. Josh leans down and kisses your lips.
âFuck, mamas, cum, cum all over this dick baby. Fuck, milk me mamas, Iâm gonna cumâ he moans on your lips. Your coil and his both snap at the same time and itâs like hell broke loose. You arch so far up into him letting out such a loud and long scream as your body shook and convulsed. You and josh both looked at each other as it happened his moan deep and loud as his dick released long strands of hot cum into you, his thighs weakening just a little. Once both of your bodyâs calm down from convulsing, Josh slowly pulls out of you, looking down at you, caressing your face. Your eyes flutter closed as you tried to gain your breathing back. You were still squeezing Joshâs one hand.
âMamasâŠholy fuckâ Josh says, giving your hand a squeeze. You reopen your eyes and let your hand slowly let go of Joshâs. He was still hovering above you, watching you come back to earth.
âIâve never, fuck, Iâve never had an orgasim that good before Joshâ you breathe out. Josh put both his hands on your face and wiped the tears that had fallen down your face.
âMe either mamas, me either. God you sounded so beautiful. Fuck mamasâ Josh says leaning his forehead back on yours before going in for another kiss. It was a slow sloppy kiss but was still amazing.
âIâm gonna run us a bath and then we going to bed, okay mamasâ he asks running his hands up and down your body.
âSounds niceâ you say.
âOkay Iâll come get you when itâs ready. Relax for a fewâ he says, getting up and walking into the hotels suite bathroom.
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Breakfast at the Campsite
Camping part 2:
I shuffled out of the tent about an hour ago and tossed a log on the fire to get it hot for breakfast. Then, I took a walk along the shoreline, watching the frogs hop into the water.
Returning to camp, I toss a kettle on the fire to make coffee and notice the tent door flapping in the breeze. Inside, your naked body is stretched out on the floor mattress, a hand caressing your thigh.
Watching you stroke your dick is one of my favorite morning scenes. But you are whispering, and that hand on your thigh is not yours. And that cock in your hand is not yours either.
Knowing you are both in plain view, I take a seat and perch the grill tray across the flames. I see your eyes watching me as I reposition my chair to get a better view through the open door. You smirk, eyes on me as I busy myself making breakfast.
From my position, I can see your hips and his. His hand has found its way to your cock, and your hand mirrors his, moving gracefully up and down his shaft.
Bringing the coffee out of the coals, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee mixes with the cool dewy breeze.
Pulling my attention from the tent, I toss the bacon on the grill tray and crack a few eggs into a pan. It does not take long before your low moans grab at my attention. The sounds of bacon popping, fire crackling, birds chirping, and two men moaning might be my new favorite soundtrack.
I glance back occasionally, catching glimpses of your bodies through the open tent flap. The sight of your bodies, the way you respond to each other, it's mesmerizing. My breakfast preparations slow, my focus shifting entirely to the sight before my eyes.
Your naked bodies both positioned against each other, but now, touching yourselves. No longer do your eyes meet mine to see if I am watching, as your movements have synchronized, both of you moving with a steady, hypnotic pulse.
Finally, the sound of your moans peak, giving way to heavy breathing. I turn back to the fire and remove the bacon. You lie there catching your breath and collecting yourselves.
I plate breakfast and pour each of us a cup of coffee. By the time you both emerge, disheveled and half dressed, breakfast is on the picnic table.
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can i get ace & bey smut please đ«Ł
~ And New ~
Ace Austin x Chris Bey x Zoe (OC Female!Reader)
Word Count: 1183
Warnings: 18+, penetration, blowjob, male orgasm, cum play, female orgasm
Type: Smut
Summary: Ace and Chris come up with a clever way to celebrate winning the tag titles
A/n: Here you go anon, I hope this is what you were looking for!!
(Gif Is Mine)
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âAce, man, weâre running out of time. We have to go.â Chris groaned, and shook his head. Heâd spent the past ten minutes scourging through the ABCâs locker room searching for Aceâs jacket, but theyâd come up empty handed.Â
âI need my jacket Chris. Without it, the whole look falls apart.â Ace sighed before tossing his clothes back into the bag he retrieved them from.
A soft rapt of knocks on their locker room door caught the two men off guard, and Chris stepped towards it. He opened it in one swift motion, and laughed when he saw me consumed by the jacket. Hearing his friend laugh, Ace turned, spotting the scene in the doorway.
âSo thatâs where my jacket has been.â Ace laughed, and he smiled at me.
âI was cold.â I smiled up at him, waving my arms in his sleeves. âPlus it smells like you.â
âZoe, I swear, this dude had me searching all over the room for that thing.â Chris sighed dramatically, playfully shoving Ace towards me.
âItâs for the look tonight man, you get that more than anyone.â Ace laughed, and stepped towards me.
Reaching out, he used one hand to unzip the jacket, revealing the purple crop top I was wearing. When I asked for his opinion on what to wear to the show tonight, and he suggested the top with my blue denim shorts. It was a personal favorite look of his, being as it was the outfit I wore the day he met me. I gasped as the cool air came in contact with my stomach.
âOkay, can we please go now that you have your jacket? We have a promo to cut.â Chris stepped toward us, and extended his hand to point at the door.
âAlright, I just need to grab my glasses.â Ace spoke, and I laughed, pointing to the top of his head. There rests his red sunglasses. âNever mind then, letâs go.âÂ
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After their promo earlier in the night, Ace and Chris earned a tag title shot against the Motor City Machine Guns. Everyone was excited about the match, and I couldnât stop smiling as I watched Ace get ready.
âWhat do you keep smiling at?â Ace asked, looking at her through the mirror so he could do his eyeliner.Â
âI get to watch my boyfriend become a champion again. Canât I be happy to see that?â I giggled, a wide smile still spread across my face.Â
âThat is going to be too sweet.â Ace chuckled, and he raised the eyeliner pencil to his eye.
âYouâre so lucky that youâre cute.â I sighed, shaking my head at his pun.
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âDo you like the way he fucks you baby?â Ace cooed, thrusting his cock deeper in my mouth.Â
I moaned around his length, and looked up at him with teary eyes. His head was lowered, staring down at me as he began to pick up his pace. With each thrust, I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag. Behind me, Chris had set a rough pace, thrusting in and out of my pussy with ease.
âLook at her man, she loves both of us using her body. Donât you baby?â Ace asked, and I moaned in response again.Â
âShe looks so hot with our belts around her body.â Chris groaned, his thrusts began to get sloppy. âFuck, you werenât kidding Ace, she feels so good around me.âÂ
He gave a few more thrusts in me before pulling out and stroking his cock. I heard him groan before I felt his hot ropes of cum land on my back, and a finger run through them. Ace pulled out of my mouth, making me whine. Chris brought his finger in front of my lips, and I took the cum covered digit into my mouth, sucking it clean. When his finger was clean, I released it with a pop.Â
âFuck, that was hot.â Ace groaned. âYou want to fuck her mouth man?â
âHell yeah man.â Chris replied, and Ace stepped back, giving Chris room to come in.Â
Chris began to slide into my mouth, and finished thrusting in quickly. His cock hit the back of my throat, and he rested there for a second. While I waited for him to move, Ace slid into me, and slowly thrusted, giving me the chance to adjust to his size. Once he was able to move faster, Chris began to thrust in my mouth. They set two different paces, and I moaned around Chrisâ cock from the feeling.
âFuck baby, your squeezing me. Do you want to come? Is that what you want, baby?â Ace groaned, smacking my ass, causing a muffled squeal to come from me. âHold it baby, be a good girl for me.â
âIâm gonna come. Fuck.â Chris moaned, sending his cum into my mouth, as he gave a few more thrusts before pulling out. He placed a hand under my chin, and lifted my head. âSwallow it for me.â
I did as he said, and swallowed, before opening my mouth to reveal there was none left. He groaned, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Ace began to thrust faster, hitting my sweet spot and making me moan.Â
âAce, fuck, feels so good baby.â I moaned, throwing my head back.Â
Taking the opportunity, Ace leaned forward, and spit in my open mouth. I swallowed again, to open my mouth for him to see, and he groaned before I could feel his thrusts begin to get sloppy. He moved one hand from my hips down to my clit, rubbing circles on it with his thumb. I moaned again at the feeling.
âCome for me baby, I know you want to. Soak my fucking cock like a good girl.â Ace groaned.Â
I moaned loudly, the pleasure becoming too much for me. I could feel myself clenching around him, and then I felt Chris pinching my nipple, sending me over the edge. My vision went white, and I shuddered, my juices coating Aceâs cock, as I moaned.
âFuck, you did so well for me baby.â Ace said, thrusting into me three more times. âOh fuck. Shit, yes. Iâm coming.âÂ
We laid there in silence for a moment, collecting our breaths. After the moment passed, Ace slid out of me, and collapsed onto the bed. I laid down, relaxing into the bed, and he pulled me into his side. Chris joined us in the bed, and we all laid there comfortably.
âYou know, Ace, Iâm glad you suggested this to me.â Chris chuckled, bringing one of his hands to rub my back.
âMe too, that was hot as hell.â Ace laughed.
âI think we should do it again.â I stated, raising my head from the mattress. Both men were looking at me, sharing an expression on their faces. âNot right now, you perverts. I need time to rest.â
They both laughed at my comment, and Ace slid a hand under my chin, lifting it. He placed a tender kiss on my lips, causing me to smile.
âCan we get these belts off me?â
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âSHALL WE RESUME, MY LADY?â
tags: heianera!sukuna, trueform!sukuna x fem!reader, kissing, servants are bullies :(, BLOOD + KILLING, smut-ish (?), ANGST, readers called little one, my lady, my queen, sukuna lovessss reader but doesnât wanna show it.
w.c: 1.8k
a/n:ITS BEEN LONG SINCE I WROTE PART 3 FOR SUKUNAAA, so pls read (part 1 + part 2) to understand this :p (or donât đ)
-part 1 was my first ever story so pls donât mind the terrible writing đ€
+ likes and reblogs are appreciative!!
for weeks now, since your intimate encounter with sukuna in his chambers, his words have echoed relentlessly in your mind:
âyou belong to me, mind, body, and soul.â
unable to shake his haunting assertion, you find yourself lost in a fog during your duties, drawing the kingâs scorn for your clumsinessâpathetic, he silently judges.
youâve been desperately trying to avoid sukuna, feeling his ominous presence lurking near the servantsâ quarters, dangerously close to your room. each night, you pretend to be asleep, hoping he wonât enter.
uraume and the other servants and concubines have noticed your distraction, their whispers and spiteful glances intensifying your growing distress.
just as youâre lost in your thoughts, walking towards the grand kitchen, you feel yourself being harshly pushedânearly losing your balance. you turn to face the two brunettes who always accompany sukuna in his chambers.
âlook at her,â one sneers, her voice dripping with contempt. âshe looks even more pitiful than usual. youâd think sheâd try harder, especially with tomorrowâs annual gift-giving ceremony.â
your heart drops, and you feel the blood drain from your face as the realization hits youâyou had completely forgotten about it. shit.
the other brunette catches your expression and smirks, leaning closer.
âoh, you did not know?â she mocks, her eyes glinting with malicious pleasure. âdid you truly forget? lost in your own little world? pathetic. do not think sukuna-sama has not noticed your incompetence. if i were you, i would be prepared to face his wrath tomorrow.â
before you can respond, the brunettes walk away, laughing cruelly amongst themselves. fear grips you as you stand there, contemplating the consequences of your forgetfulness. this time, he might seek to end my life.
sukuna spared your life once before, but now? youâve truly done it.
⚯. âș âŠÂ âč . *
morning arrives, finding you sleepless and anxious, having spent the night wrestling with decisions on what gift would appease the king of curses. regret gnaws at youâyou could have been better prepared.
if only you had listened to uraumeâs instructions, you wouldnât be scrambling now to please sukuna.
a loud groan escapes you, not just from lacking a suitable offering but from the impending threat of losing your life in front of everyone.
your thoughts shatter as your door creaks open. uraume enters, carrying a basket laden with ceremonial attire.
âsukuna-sama will return soon from his mission,â uraume states matter-of-factly, approaching your bedside and handing you the basket. your gaze fixes on the black and gold kimono. âin the meantime, prepare your gift for our king,â they remind you, prompting your heart to skip a beat. you nod gratefully as uraume exits the room.
you linger, captivated by the elegance of the wooden basket. slowly, an idea begins to take shape.
i hope this idea will workâŠ
⚯. âș âŠÂ âč . *
you hurriedly slip into the black and gold kimono uraume handed you, the fabric draping elegantly over your curves as you smooth out its silk folds.
grabbing the basket, you rush out of your room, navigating through the crowded hallways filled with servants, concubines, and guards all preparing to present their gifts to the king.
anxiety grips you as the chatter rises, signaling the ceremony may have already begun. finally reaching the garden, you drop to your knees, swiftly gathering orchids, red camellias, and wisterias.
heart pounding, you carefully arrange the brightly coloured flowers in the basket, leaving space for more. glancing around the vast garden for inspiration, you freeze as you spot a familiar figure in the distance, surrounded by guards and soldiers.
shit.
your pulse quickens as sukuna approaches the estate. you force yourself to calm down, needing clarity to finish your task.
turning to the fruit garden, you ignore the dirt on your kimono as you hurriedly gather peaches, oranges, and pomegranates from the trees, arranging them neatly in the basket.
with your last-minute gift finally perfected, you hope he will at least appreciate the effort. as cheers and applause erupt, signaling sukunaâs arrival, you hasten back to join the line of gift-givers, heart still racing with fear.
⚯. âș âŠÂ âč . *
the ceremony unfolds in a chamber unfamiliar to you, far larger than sukunaâs usual domain, filled with hundreds and hundreds of servants seated on comfortable cushions, rows of expectant faces awaiting the ceremonyâs commencement.
as you wait nervously, you glance around at the lavish offerings others have broughtâpaintings, gleaming gold jewelry, fine silk robes, ancient artifacts, perfumes, and oils. in contrast, your basket of fruits and flowers seems painfully simple.
whispers and snickers ripple through the crowd, directed at your low-value gift, almost insulting to the king, as the laughter grew louder and more pointed. the embarrassment increases, now overwhelming you.
âsilence.â
his voice cuts through the room like thunder, instantly quieting the chatter as all heads bow. only you remain defiantly gazing at sukuna from his elevated throne. he looks magnificent, his towering frame draped in a dark cotton robe that accentuates his scarlet eyesâthose unsettling eyes that draw you in despite your fear.
âdo you consider yourself more worthy than others to not bow?â
his voice pierces through you, shocking you out of your thoughts. you hadnât realized you were staring at him so openly. a nearby servant nudges your head down forcefully, a silent command to acknowledge sukunaâs authority.
uraume then signals the first row to approach sukuna with their gifts. as he settles into his throne, one of his lower eye fixates on you with a chilling intensity, reminding you of the difference of ground upon which you stand.
the two brunettes, who supposedly despised you, were the first to present their gifts. all eyes watched as they offered lavish amounts of gold and diamonds to sukuna. you couldnât help but notice the satisfaction that spread across his face, a subtle amusement evident as he casually placed the gift with one of lower arms behind him.
they took their places on either side of his throne, making way for the next in line. as the line shortened, your turn approached rapidly.
you watched with nervous anticipation as sukuna accepted one of the servants giftsâ the beautifully sculpted artifacts and golden treasuresâ
slash!
the servantâs head was cleanly severed, a loud thud echoing through the room. gasps filled the air as the shock spread through the assembled crowd. some of the seasoned servants were used to sukunaâs impulsive acts, but this was the first time you had witnessed such brutality. blood splattered across his face, yet he remained unfazed, awaiting the next offerings.
you covered your mouth, stifling a scream of horror. the fear of becoming the next victim intensified as you compared your gift to the high valued gift he had just received.
how could he appreciate your offering if he did not enjoy the artifacts?
you were on edge, continuously hearing numerous slash and thuds that kept racing your heart. his gaze seemed to linger on you, intensifying your dread.
unaware that it was your turn next, you suddenly found yourself on the elevated floor, your gift clearly visible to all below. laughter erupted among the watching servants, their anticipation of your downfall.
you felt all four of his eyes fixated on you, observing your trembling form, your eyes flickering nervously as you struggled to stay composed. stepping cautiously over a puddle of blood, you nervously approached his throne.
with trembling hands, you presented the basket of flowers and fruits. below, the two brunettes knelt, their mocking laughter ringing in your ears.
sukuna silently observed the basket, his large hands delicately holding the tiny fruits. he plucked out peaches, pomegranates, and oranges with two hands while the other two hands carefully examined the flowers, bringing them to his nose to inhale their earthly fragrance. then, to your surprise, sukunaâs lips curled into a mischievous smile.
âlittle one,â he said in a low velvety voice that sent shivers down your spine. âyou surprise me.âÂ
the crowd exchanged puzzled glances, uncertain of how to interpret sukunaâs unexpected reaction. the two kneeling servants looked up at sukuna in disbelief, their faces turning pale as they realized their own gifts, despite their value, had not elicited such a response.
sukuna carefully placed everything back into the basket, then lifted a ripe peach to his lips. his intense gaze locked onto yours as he took a deliberate bite, savouring the sweetness. loudly humming at the sweet taste.
unexpectedly, two of sukunaâs free hands reached out and gently grabbed your waist. you squealed in surprise at the sudden contact as sukuna swiftly spun you around, placing you on his lap with your back is against his chest. his third hand delicately tilted your chin, looking up towards him.
ââkunaâŠâ you began, mindlessly calling him by a forbidden nickname. but his lips cut off your words in a hungry kiss. the taste of peach lingered on his lips, blending with the sweet intensity of the moment. his kiss was fierce, brimming with a raw passion.
sukunaâs large hand snakes up to the crevice of your neck, and to your surprise, another mouth formed on his hand, trailing down to suck and kiss a sensitive spot on your neck. a soft moan escaped your lips, muffled by his kiss, and he grinned at your reaction.
the brunettes stared up at the two of you with utter jealousy, never having received such intimacy from their king. the entire room gaped in shock; they had never witnessed the king of curses succumb so readily to a mere servant.
sukuna then pulls away, leaving you dizzy from the closeness. his presence seems to envelop you, making you feel intoxicated by his mere touch. with a gentle touch, sukuna adjusts your slouched posture, his hands holding you firmly against his broad chest. leaning down, he kisses your ear softly.
âyou will judge which gift is worthy,â he begins, his closeness making your head spin even more. âif anything displeases you, I will take care of it,â he murmurs, hinting at even more slashes. another hand snaking up to your neck, softly applying pressure to restore your stability.
if anything you feel a rush of arousal.
âi will obey your every command, my queen. i am yours to command,â he declares softly, causing you to whimper in response. gasps fill the room as they witness the king of curses submitting himself to you.
âshall we resume, my lady?â
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The Girl We Love
Poly!Marauders x Female!Reader
A/N: Hello! Long time no see; this came to me out of nowhere, and I just wrote it off the top of my head; I hope you enjoy it! <3 P.S. I have no idea what to think about this story.
Summary: Can all of them handle loving you at the same time?
Warning: Containing cursing, soon-to-be-smut, etc... Viewer discretion is advised.
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The boys were enjoying their summer, basking in the hot sun and the chance to go in the pool anytime they wanted. Although it was just Remus, Sirius, and James, that was all they needed. Unfortunately, Peter was in France, but 3/4 Marauders was better than none.
"James, Sirius!" Euphemia yelled as James and Sirius groaned, not wanting to go downstairs due to their laziness, "I know you boys can hear me, and I am giving you five seconds," She yelled louder as the two boys looked at each other in fear as they both lunged to the door, James pushing Sirius into the wall.
"5..4...3.." The boys had rushed downstairs before two to see their Euphemia setting the dining room, "Why is Remus the only helpful boy in this house?" Euphemia huffed as Remus set down the dishes.
James ignored her, noticing the fancy table mats she would only bring out when people came over, "Uh, Mum, what's going on?" James asked, scratching his head, confused.
"Yeah, we never use this table unless James forgot he's human instead of dog," Sirius joked as James smacked him in his stomach, earning a groan.
Euphemia sighed, "Ms. L/N and Y/N are coming for dinner," She answered, setting the plates over the tablecloths.
James's mother and your mother were best friends, practically inseparable when you all were younger. Even when they didn't see each other, James would see her writing letters to your mom.
"Why?" James asked as Euphemia glared at him, "I just mean that we haven't seen her in so long, like since we were like thirteen,"
"You mean when you all would rough house and were into wrestling and Quidditch?" Euphemia hummed.
"The good old days," Sirius added, looking up in dramatics.
"Yeah, when you would tackle her and throw mud on us all," Remus muttered.
"Um yeah?" Sirius responded, "The good old days!"
Having you over was like having another brother around when it came to James. You always loved watching Quidditch and would yell with him when your favorite team won, chest-bumping each other.
You would always dress like the Marauders, wear whatever trend they were following, and play with whatever toys seemed remarkable to them.
You all ate like absolute slobs, and Euphemia and your mother would constantly reprimand all of you, but you didn't care because if you all did it, it was incredible.
When your parents divorced and you went to France with your Father, they all hadn't realized the switch in your presence as much. They would mention you sometimes but would only give it a short conversation. They were just kids; They didn't know much until later.
"This might be nice, you know?" Sirius said, "We haven't seen Y/N in so long, and I do miss having another one of the guys in the house," Sirius wrapped his arm around James's shoulders.
"Y/N is a girl," Remus corrected.
"You know what I mean," Sirius said, sitting in his seat.
"Wonder if she still plays Quidditch," James added, sitting beside Sirius.
"Can't wait to kick her arse in it," Sirius said, putting his hands together tauntingly.
Euphemia shushed them, "Enough of this talk, they should be arriving any minute now, and I expect the most from all of you," She tsked, moving near the door.
"She's talking about you two," Remus said, smirking.
"Oh shove it, Moony, you aren't a saint," James teased.
"Yeah, we know of your unspeakable acts in the bedroom," Sirius joked, winking at Remus as he bit his tongue.
James could hear voices from the front door as you stepped into view, hugging Euphemia, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing; none of them could.
Of course, you were different; the years did you well, but your hair grew past your shoulders, not the usual bob. You were wearing a lavender dress, a step away from your tomboy outfits. From what he remembered about you, your nails were painted in your favorite color, and you no longer wore a retainer everywhere you went.
Your dress hugged your waist perfectly, and none of the Marauders were perverts, but none of them could hide the fact that they were staring at you.
You looked at them with a grin, going over to James first as he stood up from his chair like a statue, "Jamesy!" You squeaked, the childhood nickname sounding different now.
You embraced him in a tight hug, your boobs pressing against his chest as he grew flustered. You pulled back, looking at him, "I missed you so much," You excitedly said, returning for a hug.
James could feel how soft your skin was, like a rose petal coated in shea butter. He had never felt something so gentle in his entire life like it wasn't real.
Once James squeezed you back, you moved over to Sirius, giving him a tight hug. His hands stayed on your back as your lips were on his neck accidentally. Sirius was never the type to blush, but somehow, you succeeded.
Sirius could smell home when he was near you, like cinnamon and hot chocolate, like a long day of Quidditch on the grass and Euphemia giving him a cold glass of Butterbeer kind of touch.
You pulled back, giving him a smile instead of words because moving over to Remus, pecking him on the cheek, and moving to a hug, "Remsy, long time no see," You giggled, giving him a hug as he smiled, trying not to let his thoughts get to him.
Remus could feel your happiness like sunlight as if it was glowing. When he hugged you, he felt happy like never before; it made him forget every stormy night or memory.
They all could feel your presence like a lightning bolt with each embrace, and it was hard to hide when you were up against them.
Euphemia and your mother were still chatting at the door, so you decided to talk with them about their social life as much as possible.
"I missed all of you so much," You cheesily said, sitting across from them all, "Please tell me how all of you have been," You looked at Sirius first.
You had developed a slight French accent, but only people would notice if they genuinely heard you.
Both Remus and James side-eyed Sirius, who looked shellshocked, "Well, I've just been focusing on school since graduation and just been enjoying summer," He awkwardly laughed, not knowing what to say, "I made Quidditch Co-captain with James,"
Your mouth fell open, "Oh my god, I am so proud of you guys; congratulations," You said happily.
"Thank you," James and Sirius said in unison as you laughed.
"What about you, James?" You asked, looking at him.
"I've been focusing on Quidditch and maybe becoming an Auror in the future when I'm done with my Quidditch career," James responded.
"I remember you always talking about being an Auror; I'm glad you still want to do it," You responded kindly, "What about you, Remus?" You looked at him.
"I've been focusing on becoming a healer or professor since I enjoy helping others," He said as you beamed.
"Well, considering you did help me when I cut my knee on the concrete when we were ten, I would say you are perfectly trained," You joked as Remus grinned.
"What about you, Y/N? What have you been up to?" James asked.
"Well, I hope to become a journalist or a write since it is a dream, but I was going to move back to London with my boyfriend," You said as all of the boys mentally punched themselves, "But then he cheated on me so I might just be alone," You said as the boys grinned from ear to ear.
"Yes!" Sirius said as you raised an eyebrow, "Yes, what an awful thing for him to do; I am so sorry, Y/N," Sirius said.
"Agreed, he must be a bloody fool," Remus added.
"I'm glad he's out of your life," James said, "Uh because, he's a horrible person,"
"Thank you, guys; I am glad I found out before I moved with him here," You said with relief.
Your mother and Euphemia approached the table, your mother sitting next to you and Euphemia sitting across, "I apologize, Fleamont couldn't attend; he has business matters in Rome," Euphemia said in a sweet voice.
"That man always focuses on business," Your mother tsked as Euphemia smiled before your mother looked at the three boys, "Oh my, how you guys have grown," She smiled dearly.
"You don't look like a day over twenty, Ms. L/N," Sirius winked as Remus elbowed him, causing the air to fall out of his lungs.
"Why thank you, dear," Your mother said genuinely as Euphemia glared at Sirius.
"First course is ready!" Minnie said, snapping her fingers to a variety of foods. Your eyes shot in amazement at the different dishes, even some being French.
"Thank you, Minnie," Euphemia said, nodding to the elf as Minnie bowed, disappearing.
"Y/n, how have your studies been at Beaubaxtons?" Euphemia asked, grabbing some potatoes.
"Delightful," You responded, "I know that it seems like a reform school for young girls, but I actually do enjoy it there, and we always watch Quidditch, surprisingly," You said as Euphemia grinned, "I do wish we had our own team though, I would love to play,"
"I'll play with you, Y/N," James said as the table looked at him, "If you ever need a partner," He whispered, digging into his chicken.
You cheerfully looked at him, "I would love to,"
James smiled to himself as Sirius side-eyed James, "And if you ever need another partner, I am here as well," Sirius added, making James kick him from under the table.
"Thank you, Sirius, I would love that as well," You said, still smiling.
Euphemia noticed the two boys rolling her eyes, "And your mother has told me you enjoy reading; Remus might know a thing or two about that," She said.
"I've needed a reading partner. The girls at Beaubaxton read, but they don't have much variety," You chuckled.
"Well, I can assure you that I do," Remus jokingly said as both James and Sirius glared at him, causing Remus to clear his throat.
"That's great! Considering I will be staying here, that sounds incredible," You said as James nearly spit out his dragon fruit juice.
"The cat seems out of the bag," Your mother said, eating another piece of meat.
"Oh, I apologize; you hadn't told them?" You said, looking at Euphemia.
"Not yet," Euphemia said with a slight smile, "Y/N and her mother will be staying with us for the summer,"
They all felt like they were in a dream that felt like reality; Sirius was close to pinching himself.
If they were thirteen again, they probably would've considered this a chance to have another Peter around, but now, it was entirely different.
You were sweet, still enjoyed Quidditch, and read while being entirely yourself.
You were like a dream.
"Trust me, they are all excited," Euphemia told you as the boys snapped out of the trance.
"That sounds amazi-" Remus started.
"I am so glad-" Sirius beginning.
"I can't wait to-"
They all said simultaneously, making you giggle, "I am excited too."
From then on, the conversations were light with laughs and banter, moving through the courses until Euphemia decided that all the kids needed to go to bed, to which James and Sirius protested.
They were all instructed to guide you to your room, to which you followed them up the stairs until they led you to a room with lavender walls and blue and white bedding.
You stopped them at the door, grinning ear to ear at the room, "Thank you all for leading me to my room," You said as they all said you were welcome at the same time.
You giggled, "I missed you guys so much," You said, hugging all of their tall figures with a kiss on each of their cheeks, "Goodnight, I will see you tomorrow,"
They all stuttered a goodnight as you closed the door.
And the Marauders didn't know they could ever want something so wrong.
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GONEGIRL.
athlete!jungkook x f!reader
đ„» genre: s2l (strangers to lovers?), fwb (friends with benefits), pwp, and university au.
đ„» rating: 18+
đ„» word count: 3.2k
đ„» warnings: [MINORS DNI] afab/f!reader, heavy infatuation, they basically stalk each other, a lot of sexual tension, smut is literally the plot, many mentions of wet dreams, debatable infidelity, reader has debatable morals, jungkook & reader are horny, switch!jk (but he does most of the dominating) and switch!reader, a lot of making-out, hickeys (f.receiving), reader lowkey has a praise kink, hair pulling (m.receiving), jungkook whimpers, extra beefy jungkook, dry humping⊠and they get caught.
a/n: this is not proofread, but why is standing next to you such a bop?? helped me finish this after months of it being stuck in the drafts. also, to whoever told me to stay in the basement, i couldnât stick to my word, pookie đ. enjoy!
series masterlist: GONEGIRL
chapter one - âslowburn?â
đ„» GONEGIRL
you knew who he was.
jeon jungkook: the senior that all the freshmen drooled for and the senior that all the seniors wanted to themselves. as a senior yourself, you couldnât say he didnât intrigue you. he was a sporty guy, winning national and global championships in track and wrestling for fun on the side. obviously, his matches were the most popular in viewership across the university. the golden boy, he never once failed to add another gold medal to your universityâs esteemed profile.
so, you knew who he was, but you couldnât understand why his eyes were stuck on you and only you.
youâd first met him at a party held by one of his close friends, namjoon. you were introduced briefly and didnât exchange any numbers or socials. but, that following morning, jngkk_97 followed you on instagram. and, from that day on, he was the first guy to like your posts, the first guy to view your stories and the first guy you knew of to not slide into your dms.
with his intriguing, yet unexpectedly distant, behaviour, he found his way into your mindâ 24/7. so, every morning, you awoke, gaslighting yourself into believing that the thought of his pink, pouty lips on yours didn't actually send you into a midlife crisis. they just made you a little faint.
every single night, you tucked your fragile mind into bed, losing yourself in hazy dreams branded by the thought of jungkook's touch. but, after a few weeks of contactless flirting, you let the idea of him go.
because youâd been told he had a girlfriend.
although it usually took a lot to do so, you felt the cowardly urge to give up on your infatuation. it'd been more than 2 weeks of mutual stalking but, still, no message. you guessed, he just wasn't as desperate for you as you were for him.
and you didn't like that. so you quit your daily routine of streaming his instagram and greedily watched as he kept up his own stalkish routine, consecutively failing to direct his focus back onto his girlfriend.
the same gorgeous girlfriend sitting with him on a black and cushy beanbag, radiating as she spoke to the other students around them. and that's when you realised, not having each other's undivided attention must've been a thing in their relationship.
because, his doe eyes of false innocence were only on you.
it was the first time you were seeing each other in person after namjoonâs party.
you stared back at jungkook through the wide, unglazed window in the separating wall between the kitchen and the living room. even with his supposed girlfriend of 5 months on his lap, running her fingers through his hair, his eyes were only on you. you scoffed, chuckling to yourself.
he would be fun.
leaning back on the kitchen counter of jennieâs apartment, you tilted your head to the side. intrigued, you watched as he did the same, copying your actions with a lopsided grin. now, you didnât have the best eyesight but you werenât so blind that you couldnât tell that he was clearly hinting at something. something that would land you in a very taboo situation.
and you loved that.
you lifted your plastic cup to your lips and turned away from the athlete sitting at the other end of the room. you downed your drink as you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. you looked around for your best friend and there she was, face deep in boobs.
as you made your way to the couch she was sprawled on, you realised the athlete had disappeared from his girlfriendâs side. curious of where heâd disappeared to, your eyes ran across the packed apartment, desperate for the sight of him.
and there it was, the something.
he was standing near the front door and his girlfriend had gone to sit with other seniors. it looked like he was exchanging goodbyes with his friends.
he was leavingâ without his girlfriend.
âjennie, i think iâm going,â you mindlessly whispered, eyes stuck on the 5â10" hottie with his foot out the door and doe eyes drifting back across the crowded room. then his eyes were on yours again: a silent exchange of words.
âalreadyâŠ?â a drunk jennie whined, lifting her face from the deep cleavage of her girlfriend. âwait,â she mumbled, eyebrows scrunching into a sobering expression, and squinted her eyes at your side profile. âyou think?â
satisfied with your decided future, you turned back to your best friend with your lips curling into a sly grin. âno, i know.â
she lazily propped herself up on her girlfriend and whined, âbut howâre you gonna get home~?â
the front door slammed shut.
âiâll find a ride.â
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jungkook picked at the zip of his thin bomber coat. he was leaning against his black benz, waiting.
ever since he first laid his eyes on you in that little backless, black dress, jungkook knew you were trouble. you were a distraction; more distracting than the pending termination of his current relationship; and much more distracting than the thought of joining the national track team again. you were a parasite living in his mind.
he practically breathed you. when he woke, you were his first thought. when he felt compelled to open instagram, you were there. even when he would try to escape you in his sleep, you were there. he could barely last ten seconds sinking into the thought of you. if you let him sink into the reality of you, jungkook would cease to exist.
jungkook groaned, throwing back his head. he thought he would be fine and perfectly content with your instagram and your daily occurrence in his dreams (sexual or not), but you just had to show up at this partyâ held by your best friend. how was he supposed to know you guys were best friends? now he was actually waiting for the real you and he could feel himself going mad. he wasnât sure he could keep his hands to himself and he could already feel the consequences of his future actions creeping up on himâ
âwho bought that for you?â
his ears twitched.
his heart lunged and his eyes found yours in an instant. but jungkookâs always had a wandering eye.
his eyes almost instantly fell to your body, trailing over your exposed cleavage in your white dress, and then dropping to the high slit on your left thigh, almost exposing your crotch. you were some type of angel for sure.
he was fucked.
jungkook was fucked the moment he met you; the moment he spent over an hour scrolling through countless instagram accounts to find yours; the moment he couldnât dream of his own future without you showing up; and the moment he began to pray you showed up in his dreams every night before bed.
he was fucked because he feared once he had a hold on you, he would never be able to let go.
a manâs logic.
âmy dad,â jungkook finally replied, pulling himself together. âhe decided i needed a carâ because i run 24/7. and there definitely cannot be a cheaper and better car than a mercedes benz.â
his sarcastic tone made you smile.
âthatâs cute,â you smiled.
it went silent.
âdo you need a ride?â
âdonât you have a girlfriend?â you rebutted with a smirk. truthfully, part of you didnât care about his answer. you were an addict in front of a line of coke. you would get what you wanted one way or another.
âha,â he chuckled, lowering his head in what you thought was shame. your question put jungkook on the spot. and you knew cheaters never worked well when put on the spot. but jungkook looked up with a wincing smile and corrected you, âsheâs not my girlfriend.â
oh.
âweâre⊠complicated.â
now, jungkook wasnât sure that choyeon wouldâve given you the same answer. they werenât together, but she acted as if they were. and he didnât make much of an effort to correct her. so, he guessed he was still guilty. but he only felt guilty to a certain extent. heâd already chosen feeling guilty about hurting choyeon rather than missing an opportunity to get what he dreamed of.
what he fucking craved.
the sound of your heels getting closer to him kissed jungkook out of his thoughts. oh, you seduced him: the feeling of your manicured fingers gently grabbing hold of his chin and slowly lowering his clouded eyes to yours.
you whispered, âhow complicated?â
jungkook held his breath for a second or two. how complicated were they? well, he knew they were complicated enough for him to forget about her in your presence and only remember her when you asked him to. however, they werenât complicated enough for them to not be in some sort of a relationship.
but he decided it didnât matter. when it came to you, she didnât matter. he realised how beautiful your eyes looked under the moonlight. they glistened with the false innocence jungkook knew would ruin him. after all the nights of imagined panting, moaning and fucking and mornings of bitter reality, post-clarity and cum-stained sheets, jungkook burned for your touch.
fuck, he could almost taste you.
as if you could read his thoughts, your awaiting finger finally fell onto the his plump bottom lip, sweetly kissing the man out of his stupor. your eyes left his and fell to where your finger slowly traced across jungkookâs soft, pink receipt of kisses.
thatâs when his lips parted, and he whispered, âas complicated as you want.â
at his answer, your distracted eyes flickered back up to his awaiting, hooded eyes. thatâs when you, too, realised how dangerous your infatuation had gotten. just the sight of those buttered chestnut eyes and the intoxicating feel of his slow exhales on your skin forced you into a reality where you lacked even the smallest control over your own body. but, even more dangerous, was how little you cared about the way you drowned in his presence. but then again, you never did learn how to swim.
you smiled, letting your hands fall back to your sides.
âiâll take that ride.â
đ„» GONEGIRL
the ride back to yours was almost silent, only filled with random whispers of directions coming from jungkookâs gps system. the voiced map directed him to your address and, yet, everything else pointed his eyes to you.
jungkook took a glance at you. he watched you; he watched you with your elbow propped up onto the rolled-down window, relaxed upper body peeking out into seoulâs night. he saw how you leaned further into the wind licking at your cheeks when he pressed on the gas, a hint of a smile wavering across your partially hidden face. he watched you in the silence, accepting his loud needâ his loud need for you.
and he didnât even know you. but jungkook couldnât seem to find the rational sense to care. he knew you were a âstrangerâ but, fuck, youâd overwhelmed his entire existence. you had damned him to the crucifying point where he actually felt the need to breathe youâ to accept every single inch of you into his beingâ and he had no idea why. even as he glanced in your direction for the hundredth time, he couldnât dare try to understand how youâd done this to him.
once again, as if you could read his thoughts, your head turned, lost eyes running over the lavender lights in the car. and like a key, your wandering eyes pierced his and locked his gaze onto yours.
âyouâve arrived at your destination,â the gps announced, breaking the exchanged glance. jungkook turned back to the road, and you turned back to seoulâs night.
âmm, just here,â you hummed, pointing to an empty parking spot in front of the tall apartment complex. maybe it was just human curiosity, but you found yourself mesmerised by the way he smoothly slotted the benz into the empty space.
fuck, everything he did was hot.
the sound of the engineâs hum softening into a quiet mew reminded jungkook of the anticipation clawing at his skin. it clouded his senses. but when his eyes flitted back onto you, yours were already on his.
he watched your lips part, and stilled as your next whisper left a trail of wet kisses across his mind.
âcome up with me.â
đ„» GONEGIRL
âthanks,â you started, slotting your key into auburn doorâs lock. turning to catch a glimpse of jungkookâs dewy eyes behind his black locks, you smiled and continued, âfor the ride.â
jungkookâs lips quirked into the same lopsided grin from earlier. âyouâre welcome,â he replied.
it was silent again.
with those hidden eyes still on yours, jungkookâs tongue slipped past his lips, running over his bottom lips. your gaze dropped to the pink tongue flitting across those pink, pillowy lips of his, and you sunk. those lips forced you into a familiar daydream where all that mattered was letting your tongue glide across his bottom lip until you slipped in, fucking his tongue with yoursâ tasting jungkook.
you needed a taste.
you glanced back up into his prolonged stare. then your hands were falling from the keys in the door, fingers smoothing across the nape of his neck and cheek, and tugging his lips down to yours. but jungkookâs hands were already cradling your hips, touch-starved fingers pressing into your sides, as his lips met yours first.
it was a gentle yet deep peck. a peck was quick: it allowed jungkook to draw back for two crucial seconds and let his clouded vision run over your expression. alluring eyes looked up into his gaze and jungkook could finally see it: your mutual desperation, the hunger, and the torture. it was all he needed to see before his finger was tilting your chin up once more, and his lips were taking you in.
from brushing his tongue past yours to savouring the taste of alcohol on your tongue, jungkook sunk into the taste of you. but he didnât know if he could go any longer without sinking into you. his hand left your waist cold, fingers fumbling with the keys in the door and failing miserably. âno,â you rushed, lips barely leaving his. âturn them to the right.â
after hearing the click of your stubborn door unlocking, you were all over each other again. you stumbled into your apartment, hand quickly muddling with the light switch, with jungkook hurrying after you, tossing your keys and his suffocating jacket aside.
his daring fingers smoothed over your ass, kneading the soft, clothed skin, before lifting you to his hips. a deep hum of approval rumbled against your lips as your legs wrapped around him. but, in this position, your little dress had ridden up, exposing a white thong snug to your weeping slit. and who on earth would jungkook be if he didnât cop a feel?
lifting you up once more to adjust his arm, the tips of jungkookâs fingers slipped under the white lace, fingers grazing across your supple ass. feeling his fingers inch closer to your needy cunt, your breath hitched and the dull stir in your core began to hum, itching for more than a simple touch.
and, as if he could read your mind, your breath was forced from you, head falling onto the lush cushions on your sofa. wafts of mint invading your senses, your hazy eyes took in how beautiful jungkook looked above youâ like it was where he was meant to be. and he realised the same, the apartmentâs warm and amber lights cascading through his locks and clouding the irises of your tempting eyes.
in that still second, both you and jungkook came to a silent agreement. your dreams couldnât compare to reality.
âyouâre so beautiful,â he whispered.
you blinked. you knew you were beautifulâ of courseâ but hearing the phrase trickle out of jungkookâs pretty mouth feltâŠdifferent. your eyes followed his as his gaze fluttered across your face, brows furrowing as if he were in awe.
âkiss me,â you begged, and he obeyed.
greedy, jungkookâs kisses were everywhereâ on your swollen lips, before tumbling down your jaw to the middle of your neck, littering a trail of bruising hickeys. and you couldnât do anything but moan, whimper, and sink into his sweet touch.
âoh, fuck,â you whined, head tilting back into the plush sofa. your fingers pushed through the thick rift of hair at the nape of his neck, tugging on it. but you never wouldâve expected such a pathetic moan to leave his throat, rumbling into the sweet spot right above your collarbone. you paused. his moan echoed in your mindâ a repeating succulent sound. so, you tugged a little harder, relishing in how he muffled a guttural whimper into the base of your neck, âmmf, fuckâ. but then his hips began to move against yours, revengeful, and you realised how fucked you wereâ and would be.
jungkook had a bulge that made you wonder; wonder how he crammed that shit into his boxers; wonder how he lived a seemingly normal life with it; and wonder how he would struggle to cram that cock into your sopping mess of a cunt. so, as he ground down against your erect clit, your hips bucked up into his fucking, eager to measure the sheer size of the hidden dick. âoh, please,â you whined, thoughts stained by the way he licked a hot stripe across your earâs helix, boner perfectly smushing down against your clit.
bruising lips barely touching yours, half-lidded eyes cruelly watched as you rode up into his clothed cock and stuttered moans so pathetic your cheeks burned, glazed eyes brimming with tears. he was already fucking you so good, and he hadnât even touched your bare pussy yet.
oh, jungkook ruined you. with a hand trailing down your heated sides, he sent your body into a rabid heat, his touch only licking the wet flame ruining your ability to think. and when his hand finally cupped your leaking cunt, thumb circling over your pulsing clit, you were already begging pitiful whimpers. âplease, please, pleaseââ
â___?â
your bodies stilled.
a voice that was not yours or jungkookâs echoed throughout the apartment, piercing the thick haze thatâd swallowed your minds whole. you blinked, stare slowly lowering to jungkookâs stunned stare that was already on you. his doe eyes wrinkled into a smile as his lips pursed into an awkward grin. the cringe was evident on his face; he was a grown adult getting caught with his hand deep in the cookie jar.
jungkookâs head slowly raised and turned, peeking over the sofa to see your intruder and his cockblock. then he froze. still hidden from the eyes of your cockblock, you eyed his expression, confused on why remained still, eyes wide, lips pursed and ears burning red.
who was it?
begrudgingly, you shuffled out of jungkookâs caging arms, propping yourself up on your elbows, and looked over the sofa, ready to kick out your cockblocking neighbour. but who you saw wasnât an unfortunate neighbour you could just dismiss. in fact, the person you saw made you the unfortunate neighbour because there your best friend stood, mouth agape and only a foot into the apartment.
âoh, fuck. well, um. oh wow,â jennie blubbered, feet awkwardly wobbling over the doorâs threshold. now, drunk jennie didnât have the best memory but she couldâve sworn sheâd warned you about jungkookâs relationship status. so, as you watched the cogs turn in her head, her brows furrow and her eyes squint, darting between the both of you, all you could do was blink and smile.
ââŠwhat the fuck?â
gg: âslowburn?â - fini
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â divorce child âą
you like to think that your most recent breakup with vernon ended on relatively good terms. thereâs only one issue left to sort out: whoâs getting custody of the cat you got together?
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FEATURING;Â vernon x producer!reader
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WORD COUNT; 9.2k words
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TAGS; exes to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, smut (MINORS DNI!)
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NOTES;Â 3/4 stories in the series are now up <3 i hope you like this bc i really just wanted an excuse to write something fluffy and adorable with vernon.... he's got me in my feels these past few days fr. small heads up that this fic also features a bunch of characters from again and again, the mingyu installment of the series. this story takes place a couple years after that fic, but you don't necessarily have to read that part to get the events in this one :3c
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P.S.; this was not proofread as usual lol if you spot any mistakes, do me a favor and pretend they don't exist !
this is part of the doting on you! series.
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SMUT TAGS; vanilla, clothed sex, wearing ur bf's clothes kink(?), unprotected sex, body worship, praise kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, the smut is just so sweet okay
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SVT TAGLIST; @pretty-trustme - @just-here-to-read-01 - @cheolhub - @Idkmelkro - @dejavernon - @venusrae - @jeonghancvunt - @jyiiscool - @jinniesclub - @junhui-recs - @bldelaine - @fruitzcup - @hoeforhao - @candidupped - @emmmui - @billboard-singer - @caratochan - @jkbabiey - @featmia â
SERIES TAGLIST; @exactlygreatcoffee - @gyusbabydoll - @jeonwonhi - @ti--red
âYou sure you donât need me to pitch in for this monthâs check-up? I can always wire you some cash, you know.â
As you zip the pet carrier shut, you roll your eyes despite the fact that Vernon canât exactly see your expression. Your phoneâs sitting all the way on the coffee table but you were so preoccupied with wrestling your cat, Milana into the bag that you couldnât exactly hold it like a normal person would.
âIâm good. You already covered for me last time, remember?â You remind him before taking the call off loudspeaker before pressing your phone to your ear. âI just got her inside the carrier. Might have to patch up a few scratches before we leave though.â
Vernon laughs. âShe always hates going to the vet. Itâs nothing too bad, right?â
âIâve handled worse,â you snort before grabbing a couple of band-aids you keep around various corners of the house for this scenario specifically. âHow about you? I thought I remembered Jihoon mentioning that todayâs gonna be shut-in day. You know, that time of the month when you guys lock yourselves inside the studio to brainstorm lyrics together. Didnât think youâd have the time for a phone call.â
âI always have time for a phone call when Milanaâs going to the vet,â he says a-matter-of-factly and you can almost picture the warm smile on his face. The thought is enough to make your chest flutter, but you push the feeling down before it can completely come to the surface. âBut you are right about shut-in day though. I might have to go in a few, so if thereâs anything you need, you better tell me right now or forever hold your peace.â
âNah. I told you, weâre good,â you insist with an eyeroll before placing band-aids on the scratches that your cat affectionately left all over your arms. âIâll drop by the company later to drop off a mix that Jihoon asked me to mess around with. But if itâs shut-in day, I doubt weâll get to see you.â
âHmm. I can hide his Coke Zero stash outside so heâll be forced to go out and get it?â
âNow thatâs just downright evil.â
âIt is. Anyway, arenât you going to be late?â
âI already am, but Milanaâs vet adores her, remember?â
âNari adores everyoneâs pets. Mingyu-hyung told me so.â
âShush. You talk like our baby isnât special,â you huff as you sling the strap of the pet carrier across your shoulder. âWeâll head out now. Thanks for checking in, Vernon.â
â...Yeah. Yeah, take care on the way.â
You end the call with your heart racing inside your chest. Itâs not the phone call with your ex-boyfriend that flusters you, per-se. You work in the same agency, for godâs sake. Meaning, youâd be in deep shit if talking to him throws you off just because your relationship has already come to an end.Â
But whenever you jokingly refer to Milana as âourâ baby whenever you talk to him, it feels like youâre encroaching on something youâve already lost a long time ago.Â
Your listlessness lasts until you pull up by the parking lot. Whether Milanaâs staying at yours or at Vernonâs, this pet clinic at the heart of Seoul has always been your go-to. The fact that the attending veterinarian is Mingyuâs girlfriend does wonders to your final billsâshe loves giving discounts to regulars and acquaintancesâand you like to think youâve found a friend in her ever since.Â
The automatic doors slide open when you walk inâMilanaâs bag still slung over your shoulder. Chae, the receptionist, flashes you a bright smile before you notice the familiar golden retriever lying in front of the front desk. Old eyes flicker up to you for a moment before his tail twitches once or twice to signal his excitement.Â
âGood morning, Chae. Good morning, Namja,â you coo before crouching down to pet his head. âIs Nari waiting for me? Sorry for the hold up. It was a bit tough getting this one inside her bag.âÂ
Chae lets out a soft laugh as she types away behind her computer. âReally? Vernon always gushes about how much of a sweetheart she is whenever itâs his turn to bring her in.â
You donât know whether you should be surprised or embarrassed that Chae knowsâor at least has an inklingâof your little arrangement with Vernon. When the two of you were still together, you always brought Milana in at the same time, but now youâre taking turns in bringing your little divorce child to the vet.Â
But hey, at least youâre still upholding your parental responsibilities, right?
âOf course he does,â you scoff with a shake of your head. âHe knows better than anyone that getting Lana inside the bag is a nightmare. This oneâs already her third this year. I was thinking of investing in a cage-type carrier instead but Vernon said it was like weâre sending her to prison.â
Chae sighs. âMen. Always so dramatic. Oh, but Doctor Nariâs waiting for you inside.â The receptionist glances at you curiously before you start taking Milana out of the bag so Chae could measure her weight.
Itâs a bit of a challenge, handing your full-grown Maine Coon over to Chae, but despite the fact that she thrashes all around before vet visits, Milana has always been tame whenever sheâs at the clinic. You manage to settle inside Nariâs office once your catâs vitals have been measured and her vet is more than happy to see a familiar face.
âWell, if it isnât Milana and her single mother,â she chuckles. âYou here for routine check-ups? Whereâs the father, though?â
You roll your eyesâfully aware that sheâs only teasing. âDo you ask Vernon whereâs the mother when heâs the one who brings her here?â
âMaybe.â Nari smiles before getting up from her desk and receiving your big cat into her arms. âOh. Sheâs gotten heavier since the last time she came in.â
âYeah, her father has been spoiling her with too much catnip. I only found out last week,â you sigh as you settle into one of the seats adjacent to the one across Nariâs desk. âBut sheâs been hairballing a lot recently. She doesnât usually groom as much as she does now. Should I be concerned?â
She hums for a moment as she puts on her stethoscopeâchecking Milanaâs heartbeat while her free hand examines your catâs light brown coat. âDoesnât look like she has any fleas or mites hanging around, but I can always do a scrape for you if you want the definitive results on paper. Though the excessive grooming could also be caused by stress.â
You raise an eyebrow. âStress?â
Nari nods before hanging her steth around her neck once more, stroking Milanaâs fur with calm affection. âCats are more easily agitated than dogs. Lots of things can stress them out. Loud music, vacuum cleaners, thunderstorms⊠Actually, even a switch-up in their pet parentâs schedules is grounds for stress.âÂ
You can only watch in silence as Nari scratches behind Milanaâs ears, making your cat purr like a kitten despite the fact that her long limbs are spilling out of her vetâs arms. But regardless of how adorable she looks, Nariâs words got you thinking.
In the tail-end of the breakup, it was a topic that was brought up over and over: who gets to keep Milana? You both split half and half with expenses after the two of you adopted her at a nearby shelter. Not to mention, you both loved her in equal measure, so it was difficult to come to a decision that the two of you could soundlessly agree on. In the end, you settled with the compromise of taking turns watching over Milana because neither of you could stand not being able to see her for too long.
Itâs been about three months since you and Vernon call it quits and three months since youâve agreed on âsplitting custodyâ. She stays with you on weekdays and with him on weekendsâalong with some exceptions for when one party isnât available. It was also agreed that youâll take turns bringing her to the vet every month to make sure nothing is amiss with her health.
But when you planned on paying Nari a visit today, you didnât expect to find out that the fluctuating schedule you and Vernon made a deal out of could be a possible stressor for your cat.
âI think you should just keep her.â Nari suggests, a hint of concern creeping on her face. âYou could always tell Vernon to visit Milana whenever he wants to, right? The back-and-forth travel is definitely going to take a toll on this one. Also, cats are smarter than you think. Iâm sure sheâs already sensed somethingâs off with her parents a long time ago.â
Milana heaves a deep sigh as if she understood every single word her vet just said and you canât help the guilt that gnaws at your gut. You thought that this was the best decision you could make for both yours and Vernonâs sanity, but you completely forgot to take Milanaâs well-being into account. You can almost hear Nari silently judging you, but you shake your head to rid yourself of the thought.
âWeâll⊠Weâll talk about it,â you reassure, swallowing the lump in your throat. âButâŠsheâs okay, right? No serious health complications or anything?â
She rolls her eyes. âSweetie, youâre literally the most responsible cat owner Iâve ever met. No one ever bothers to bring their pets in unless the situationâs already too severe to handle. So youâre good. Milanaâs perfectly healthy. Just a littleâŠsad, maybe.â
âWhy would she be sad?â
Nari stares at you like you just asked something ridiculous, but thankfully she doesnât dish out any half-assed remarks about itâopting to settle Milana back onto a nearby examination table to do a couple more physical exams.Â
âHave I ever told you that me and Gyu used to be in a similar situation in the past?âÂ
You stare at Nari with a bewildered look while her gaze never strays too far from her patient. She even coos out little remarks of praise whenever Milana behaves. How can someone whoâs this focused drop such a question in the middle of work?Â
âVernon told me you guys split up and got back together after almost a year,â you tell her dryly, not liking the fact that you admitted your ex-boyfriend is a big gossip, but you donât see any point in hiding the fact that you knew. âWhat brought it up?âÂ
Nariâs lips twitch into a firm smile before she lifts her gaze to meet yours. âI just think thatâŠyou and Vernon? Youâre kind of on the same boat we were in before we reconciled. Itâs either the two of you are too stubborn or too afraid to see it for what it is.â
Too afraid toâŠ?Â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask. âItâs best that we split up, you know? Relationships between co-workers can get ugly really quickly if we forget to be professional. I donât want us to stop doing the things we love just because of some work-related spat.âÂ
âThen the two of you should just learn how to segregate work from play,â Nari insists before smoothing her gloved hands across Milanaâs long torso. âIâm not trying to meddle or anything, okay? Itâs just that thereâs virtually no reason for you to not get back together. Youâre still taking care of Milana together, still checking up on each other, still working togetherââ
âThere it is. Thatâs the reason why we canât be together, Nari,â you groan at her stubbornness. âWeâre still working together.âÂ
She huffs. âIs there a clause in your companyâs contract that prohibits romantic relationships among talents and staff?âÂ
âIâve never read the fine print, but Iâm pretty sure thereâs something along those lines somewhere in there.â
âOh. Well, who cares? Milana needs a loving home where her parents can take care of her at the same time.â Nari then leans down to cup her face in her hands. âIsnât that right? You need both of them to look after you, hm?â
âSo youâre suggesting that Vernon and I should just get back together for Milanaâs sake?â you ask half-jokingly and to your surprise, Nari nods like itâs the easiest question in the world.
âWell, I wonât make any assumptions by saying that youâre still in love with him, since youâre the only one who can say that for sure. But come on, do it for the not-so-little baby. You can just learn to love each other again in the process!âÂ
You can hardly believe your ears. In the quick stories that Vernon shared about Mingyuâs girlfriend, you never expected her to be this carefree about the matters of the heart. It mustâve been her six-foot boyfriendâs bubbly personality rubbing off on her.Â
âRight,â you say with a shallow sigh. âPray tell, whyâd you and Mingyu split up in the first place?â
Nariâs eyes dart to the ceiling as if deep in thought as Milana nibbles playfully at one of her latex-covered fingers. The silence presses on for a few more seconds before she turns to you with a mellowed out expression.
âI thought we werenât going to work because of how different our jobs are,â she admonishes quietly, lips spread into a thin smile. âBut after being an idiot for almost six months, I realized that our jobs donât matter. I love him. I donât think I really stopped. Donât think Iâll ever stop, actually.
âThatâs why I was so surprised when I found out you and Vernon broke up three months ago!â Nari continues with a disgruntled look on her face. âThe two of you spend so much time in the studio and at your apartment. You even have a child together!â She then gestures dramatically over to Milana. âSo forgive me if it doesnât make sense to me, why the two of you broke up. But wonât you reconsider it? For Milana?â
You shake your head. âNari, some relationships just arenât meant to work out. Just because you and Mingyu managed to make good on that second chance, doesnât mean itâll be the same with us. Weâve alreadyâŠsettled with what we have right now.â
âWhat, the endless pining and using the poor cat as an excuse to see each other?â She huffs again and, god, she reminds you so much of Mingyu now itâs actually funny. âCome on, sweetie. Iâve been in your place before, so I know perfectly well. Gosh, this must be how Seungkwan felt when I was still getting my shit together.â
Unsolicited mention of Seungkwan aside, you just donât see any reason to pursue what Nari is convincing you to do. Nothing really changed after you and Vernon broke up. Thatâs one of the things you like about himâhow easy it is to fall back into a comfortable friendship despite the history you shared.Â
But you arenât going to deny the fact that it kind of sucks that you canât kiss him anymore. Canât lean into his chair in the studio to pull him into a hug. Canât tell him you still love him even ifâŠ
Oh.Â
Oh.Â
Fuck. You still love him?!
âFine, fine. Since I have a couple more patients on the waitlist, Iâm gonna let you off the hook. For now,â Nari grumbles before handing Milana back to you and taking a seat behind her desk. âJust stick to her usual vitamins and diet and she should be fine until the next visit. But if you want the stress problem to go awayâŠâ
âNari,â you groan. âIâm not getting back together with him.â
âHey, that is not what I was saying,â Nari rebuts with her hands up in surrender. âI was gonna suggest that you just lessen her traveling! Maine Coons are usually really active, but Milanaâs a bit of aâŠhomebody, isnât she? Might not like all that moving around between yours and Vernonâs apartments.â
âBut sheâs literally with me five days a week. Wonât she have plenty of rest time then?â
âOh, who am I kidding? Just get back together soon, pretty please?â
Yep. Mingyuâs definitely rubbed off on her.
When you get home later in the afternoon, Milana is quick to slink off to her usual spot behind the sofa to take a nap while you make a beeline for the kitchen.Â
Itâs always been a post vet visit ritual to get take out to eat at homeâeven when you and Vernon were still together. However, you opted against the practice for now because not only does it remind you of your ex, but eating all alone in your apartment will only give you more leeway to think about the things Nari told you earlier today.
If you make your own food like you are now, your mind is at least preoccupied enough that you donât have enough thinking room to even wonder if Vernon even wants you back.Â
By the time the sun sets, Milana is still dozing behind the couch and you have a potful of pasta noodles and enough red sauce to last you five days. Another thing that you overlooked whenever you cook inside the house is that you almost always cook enough servings to feed two people. Whether subconsciously or not, you canât bring yourself to hate how your habits are still attuned to the lifestyle you had three months ago.
Before you and Vernon broke up.
âWork,â you mutter to yourself as you dump some pasta and sauce into a bowl. âIf I work, I wonât think about him anymore.â
Not-so wise words from a not-so wise person because newsflash: the time that you and your ex spent in your studio is leagues more than the time you spent together in the bedroom. Vernon has already cleared out his leftover gear from your home office, but memories arenât something he can pack up and leave with so easily.
You recall quiet afternoons where youâd bounce ideas about their groupâs next song off each otherâsometimes with Jihoon and Seungcheol connected to a Discord call, but more often in the privacy of each otherâs company.Â
There were also gloomy days where it rained all day long. Milana would curl up on Vernonâs lap while he played around with the software on your computerâsometimes using the weird sounds she makes as samples to add into the mix along with the soft drizzle pattering against the windowpane.
But itâs even harder to just forget about all the times the two of you came together intimately within the soundproof walls. You canât even count how many times Vernon has eaten you out while youâre perched on top of your work deskâone hand muffling your moans despite the fact that no one outside the studio can ever hope to hear you. The world is none the wiser when Vernon pulls you onto his lap, bouncing you on his length until heâs spilling into you with gratuitous release.
In the present, there you are in the ear-splitting silence of your studioâthe music software your ex bought for you ages ago seemingly glaring at you for spacing out again. You know you shouldnât be too hard on yourself since itâs easier to come up with the perfect beats when youâve got a rough draft of the lyrics in front of youâsomething that Jihoon and Vernon are busy getting done today.Â
But still. You canât help the frustration because youâve been functioning normally since the breakup. Sitting in the studio didnât usually lead to you reminiscing about the countless hours you and Vernon spent here together. Making dinner never made you miss having someone to eat across from you at the dining table.Â
If only Nari didnât breathe a word about your ex-boyfriend and all the reasons why you should just get back together. Maybe you wouldâve remained rational. Maybe you wouldnât have started considering things that are beyond your control.Â
Maybe you wouldnât be hoping so badly for something to happen.
You try to distract yourself by listening to and reviewing the mix youâre supposed to hand over to Jihoon today. The visit you planned on making to the company was canceled since neither he nor Vernon were answering their phones, which usually means theyâre taking shut-in day seriously for once.
The track continues to stream through the speakers as you munch on your dinner, filling the room with a quiet melody that would make a great ballad once the lyrics are in place. But no matter how good Jihoonâs music is, no matter how delicious your cooking can be, it isnât enough to quell the thoughts that have been suffocating you all day.
You stillâŠlove Vernon.Â
If you didnât, your apartment wouldnât feel as lonely as it does. If you didnât, you wouldnât have to feel so awkward whenever you bring Milana to the vet all alone.Â
But part of you insists that youâre just being carried away by the ideas that Nari planted in your head. Youâve been doing fine on your own for the past three months. How is today any different?
Your senseless overthinking gets worse before it gets better.Â
The next thing you know, youâre scrolling through your gallery, unearthing pictures whose existence youâve long forgotten about. Youâve spent almost three years with Vernonâtwo years officially before getting Milana on your second anniversary. Tons of photos were snapped, countless memories created.Â
You couldâve snapped more photos, couldâve made more memories if only you hadnât split up. The fact that (what shouldâve been) your third anniversary passed a few weeks ago, stings more than itâs supposed to. That day, Vernon jokingly asked if you wanted to celebrate by your usual spot in the park a few neighborhoods away and you jokingly rejected his offer by saying you had a sitcom to catch up on.
Part of you wishes you accepted the invitation. Maybe the joke couldâve been subverted into something real, and maybe you couldâve been back in his arms by now.
That night, you go to bed with a mild headache and a million thoughts racing through your mind. It isnât Jihoonâs sad, mellow mix that drones on and on in your head, but a single question that you arenât sure if youâll ever get a proper answer to.
How can you still love someone you were so sure that you didnât anymore?
Come morning, you wake up with a heart thatâs heavier than last night and the glaring realization that Milana is missing.
Panicking isnât usually your first instinct when it comes to your cat. Milana is fairly easy to spot because sheâs built more massive than your regular neighborhood felines. But when youâve already scoured the vicinity for your beloved Maine Coon, it becomes clearer and clearer that sheâs nowhere to be found.
You ask around with your neighborsâfairly certain that they know what Milana looks like since she slinks out of the house every now and again. What makes this particular situation worrisome is that she hasnât come bolting back inside your apartment when you brought out the goddamn catnip. So, when your neighbors begrudgingly tell you that, no, they havenât seen an oversized house cat prancing around the area, you donât know what to do.
âWait, come again?â
âSheâs missing, Nari,â you whine into your cell as you nervously bite down on your nails. âI⊠I was so sure that I locked everything last night, but when I woke up, the front door was wide open and Milanaâs just gone.âÂ
Your friend curses at the other end of the line and from the concerned voices in the background, you figure that you mustâve called at a busy time in the clinic.Â
âSorry for bothering you,â you tell her while choking down a sob. âJustâŠgive me a ring if ever you or Chae see her around the clinic.â
âItâs not a bother at all! Iâm sorry I canât be of more help,â Nari sighs. âIâll keep in touch. Oh, but itâs also worth considering that cats like familiar places. If youâre going to look for her, you can start with that.â
âAlright, thank you, Nari.â
After hanging up on her, you bury your face in the palms of your handsâsticky tears matting your skin as you breathe in sharply. Youâve never had to deal with a lost pet before. How the hell are you supposed to find Milana in a city thatâs as big as Seoul?
You consider calling the police to file a report, but youâre not sure if pet cats even count for a missing personâs case. They wouldnât be of any help if it didnât. The only thing you can do right now is go outside and look for her yourself.
Youâre quick to pull on an old sweatshirt you once nabbed from Jihoon before heading outâsimultaneously texting every one of your friends about the situation as you scout further out of your neighborhood. Hell, you even contacted the animal shelter you and Vernon adopted Milana from out of sheer desperation.
Thankfully, a handful of them responded right away with a promise that theyâll keep a close eye out for any Maine Coons that surely donât belong in their areas.
But no matter where you look, you always end up back to square one. It doesnât help that Milana doesnât usually wander too far from your apartment, which means that you have no clue where she couldâve possibly gone.
Nari mentioned that cats like familiar places, but the only places that are remotely familiar to Milana are yours and Vernonâs apartments.Â
Yours and VernonâsâŠ
You quickly bolt back to your placeâscrambling to your car before fumbling to get the keys into the ignition. A few failed attempts and very loud cursing later, you manage to rev the engine to life. The next thing you know, youâre pulling into the street with an urgency thatâs barely beating the speed limit.Â
Given that itâs still a weekend, you donât have to come into work, which means that you have no idea what the boysâ schedule looks like right now. Youâre not even sure if Vernon is in the same city, but youâd rather risk the off-chance that he isnât in Seoul than do nothing.Â
You try your best to keep an eye on the road all while dialing up your ex-boyfriend as well as doing your best to obey every Korean traffic law there is. The first call goes straight to voicemail and you wouldâve crashed into an SUV thatâs idling by a red light if you hadnât angrily brought down your foot on the brakes. Why the hell isnât he answering?!
By the time youâve made it to the street that led to his apartment complex, youâre already shaking with anxiousness. Dozens of uncertainties flit into your mind a million miles per minute. What if he doesnât know where she is? What if he gets mad at you for losing Milana? Hell, what if he isnât even here?Â
Shoving down all these biting questions, you park haphazardly across the street, locking your car behind you as you jog up to the steps that lead to the entrance. You donât know how to feel about the fact that the receptionist at the counter still recognizes youâeven going as far as flashing you a kind smile and informing you that Vernon is just upstairs. You wordlessly thank her for the tip before jamming a thumb on the elevator buttons.Â
You tap your foot impatiently across the marble tiles. Why the hell did Vernon choose to live in a place where you have to use elevators just to get home? Your apartmentâs much more accessible especially in times like this when you feel like youâre going to explode with how fucking nervous you areâ
The elevator dings when it arrives at the ground floor, making your nerves jump back into focus. Youâre completely ready to brush past whoeverâs getting out so you can come up to your ex-boyfriendâs apartment faster, but when you meet said ex-boyfriendâs surprised gaze at the mouth of the elevator, your prior urgency comes into a screeching halt.
Heâs dressed like he usually is on lazy daysâugly checkered pajama pants, a tour shirt from some Western band that he probably hasnât listened to a day in his life, and that perpetual bedhead he always sports whenever he just rolled out of bed. Â
God, he looks so good. Itâs so fucking unfair.
âHey,â he greets awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. âI was just about to head out and grab breakfast⊠Uh, make that brunch. Did you need something?â
You donât even dare to dawdle. âIs Milana with you?â
Vernon cranes his head in confusion and the look makes your heart sink like a stone. âLast I recall, youâre the one who brought her to and from the vet yesterday. Arenât we missing a couple of chapters here orâŠ?â
You meant to explain the situation as concisely as you possibly can to him. Vernonâs always been an easy going guy. Youâre sure that he wonât resent you for it when he finds out that you lost the daughter youâve been sharing custody over. Even if some irrational part of your brain insists that he will.Â
But instead of coherent words, all that comes out of your mouth is a choked up sob.
The curve between Vernonâs neck and shoulder is as comfortable as you recall as you press your face against the crook of itâletting the tears run from your eyes and across his pale skin. You vaguely feel him wrap a protective arm around your frame while his free hand smooths down your hair and it makes you wonder why heâs patient enough to let you cry in his arms despite not having explained what the hell even happened yet.
Heâs thoughtful enough to bring you to a more secluded corner of the lobby, calming you down by rubbing soothing shapes on your back with his hand and never letting you stray too far from his embrace. It helps that his low voice is there to keep you groundedâtelling you that everythingâs going to be fine and you just have to breathe, love.Â
It works after a few minutes and Vernon only lets you let go when heâs sure youâre not in danger of suffocating on your own tears anymore.
âDo you want to tell me whatâs wrong?â he murmurs, taking your hand in his. A small gesture that youâre too selfish to resist. âIs it about Lana?â
You nod weakly. âSheâsâŠgone, Vernon. I have no idea where she went, but sheâs gone.â
He hums in understanding and surprisingly enough, the understanding glint in his eyes never wavers. Itâs a bit off-putting since you expected him to at least be shocked by the news, but itâs almost like heâs used to hearing that your pet cat just ran away.Â
âRight. I forgot to tell you about this new habit of hers.â He chuckles with an apologetic smile before one of his hands reaches up to wipe the tears off your cheeks. The close proximity has heat rising to your face, but youâre too stunned to react.
âI read somewhere that itâs good for Maine Coons to wander around to stretch out their limbs. Nari also told me last month that Lana could use the exercise, so whenever she comes over to mine, I let her out without supervision. She eventually finds her way to the lobby and just waits for me to come back if Iâm ever running a little late.â
You listen to every word of Vernonâs explanation with a look of disbelief. All this time, you were worried sick about how heâll react to the news that you lost your cat, but heâs been letting her go out and about when itâs his turn to look after her?
âThen where is she now?â you askânot bothering to pick a fight with him now of all times.
Vernon hums for a moment as if considering the options and you donât miss how his fingers tighten around yours when he gives you an answer.
âI might have a good idea.â
When Vernon suggested for you to head to the park just a few minutes away from your apartment as he climbed into the passenger seat, you merely scowled at him. âMilana is afraid of all the dogs that go for walks there. The only dog she isnât scared of is Namja.âÂ
âJust trust me,â he insists as you start the car. âBetter we look there and find nothing than not look when there turns out to be something.â
His logic isnât so flawed after all when he briskly leads you down a familiar walkway to an even more familiar location. Itâs a small hill thatâs got a perfect view of the river nearby. The upslope is lined with plum blossom trees that bloom even more vibrantly in spring and it just so happens that one of those trees is dubbed as yours and Vernonâs usual spot.Â
Itâs where you and him usually hang out when the air in the studio has gotten a bit too stale to bring forth any sort of output. The outdoors can offer all sorts of inspiration when it comes to writing and producing songs and itâs common practice to make the trip to the usual spot when either of you are suffering from a nasty bout of creativity block.Â
And under the shade of the tree in the said usual spot is none other than Milanaâcurled up in deep slumber as plum blossom petals drift onto her pale brown fur.Â
You donât even feel bad for rudely disturbing her from her comfortable nap, immediately pulling her into an abrupt embrace as you feel the tears welling in your eyes again. Milana lets out a strangled meowâclaws straining against your skin with a threat of attack if you donât knock it off. But you canât bring yourself to care. Youâd gladly use up all the band-aids in the world after she scratches you up if it means you can get to hug her for a few seconds more.
âThere she is. All cozy at that.â
Vernonâs smooth voice startles you out of your reliefâso overwhelmed to see your cat again that you almost forgot that you had company.
âI told you sheâd be here,â he laughs before reaching out to pet her head. âYou got us worried though. Donât go wandering too far, okay, Lana? You scared your mom shitless, you know?âÂ
Milana responds with a disgruntled noise but you can feel her claws retract nonetheless. Damn Vernon and the fact that heâs obviously the favorite parentâŠ
She seems considerably happier when you deposit her into her fatherâs armsânuzzling his chest with a satisfied purr as you and Vernon start to descend the hill.Â
But as he showers her with affection, you canât help but sneak brief glances in your ex-boyfriendâs direction. Vernon has always been easy on the eyes. Thatâs one of the reasons you were drawn to him in the first place. But whenever you see him like thisâlaughing goofily as he teases Milana, the high of his cheekbones dusted red with a shower of plum blossoms gliding all overâŠ
The gods are cruel to think you could ever put up a fight.
When Vernon comes over to bring Milana back to your apartment, you donât expect him to stay for too long. He mentioned on the way that yesterdayâs shut-in session was a complete success and that theyâve got all their work cut out for them. All they need is a green light from the higher-ups before Jihoon can start handing the song samples to the companyâs usual team of producersâa team that just happens to include you.
So yeah, you donât expect Vernon to linger because heâs obviously got a lot on his plate. The man hasnât even had breakfast or brunch or whatever. So when he surprisingly decides to stay and rummages through your fridge for the pasta noodles and red sauce youâve been saving for tonight, itâs like you never broke up with him at all.
The sight is almost too familiar for you to bear.Â
Vernon sitting on the kitchen counter, helping himself to some day-old pasta as his long legs dangled over the edge. Milana watching his feet sway around with keen eyes as she attempts to swipe at them with her claws. Not to mention you, whoâs staring at the two of them like theyâre the most precious things in the world.
âHey, this is really good,â Vernon compliments with half his mouth stuffed with noodles. âYouâre using that one Italian tomato sauce that I like, right? Man, I missed this a lot.âÂ
You will yourself to snap out of whatever trance his presence has got you in before walking closer to him with a soft laugh. You lean across the counter, grabbing a fork from the drawer where you keep your silverware to help yourself to some of the pasta that he haphazardly tossed into the microwave.Â
âIt couldâve been better if you heated the noodles properly in boiling water.â You shake your head. âThen again, youâve always been impatient when it comes to food.â
âNot as impatient as Seokmin-hyung,â he snickers. âOne time when we were still staying back in the dorms, Mingyu-hyung just put the lasagna in the oven but Seokmin-hyung was already yelling about when itâll be ready to eat. Actually, he always does that even if one of us just pops something in the microwave.â
You shake your head, recalling the words of Nariâs receptionist, Chae. âMen. Always so dramatic.â
Vernon snickers in agreement. âLike you wouldnât believe.â
You fall into conversation with him so easily, itâs almost unreal. When Vernon finishes his food, the two of you eventually migrate to the living roomâcatching up with each other in a way that you donât really have the time to whenever he comes over to pick up Milana from your apartment in the past.Â
Speaking of Milana, your cat acts as a barrier of sorts between you and Vernon, lying comfortably in the space that the two of you left unfilled. Cuddling up to him on the couch used to be so easy, itâs almost second nature, but now that youâre nothing but co-workers that are friends at best, youâve got a lot more reservations than you used to have.
âBy the way, Iâve been looking everywhere for that sweatshirt,â he muses before pointing at the graphic crewneck youâre wearing. âI thought I lost it in the laundry or that Seungkwan mightâve nabbed it when he came over to my place.âÂ
âWhy is he your first suspect?â you snort. âAlso, what are you talking about? This is Jihoonâs.â
Vernon blinks at you, a little confused. âNo, thatâs mine. Jihoon-hyung mustâve borrowed it from me and let you borrow it after. When did you even get it from him?â
âUm. About a month ago?â
âThat explains it then.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âLook, if you want your sweatshirt back, I can just give it to you.â
âNo, itâs okay. You can keep it,â he insists, one hand drifting onto Milanaâs head so he can scratch her ears. âYouâve always looked good in my clothes anyway.â
Silence fills the room almost uncomfortably at how easy it is for him to admit that. The sudden shift in the atmosphere occurs to Vernon a little late and the smile on his face falls when he realizes what he just said.
âOh, I didnât⊠I meanââ
âItâsâ Itâs okay,â you interject meekly, managing a shy smile as you tug on the sleeves of yourâhisâsweatshirt. âI always liked wearing your clothes too.â
Youâre perfectly aware that you should know how to hold yourself accountable for the things you say. That goes the same for Vernon. So when the two of you willingly let the other hear such controversial things that co-workers-slash-friends probably shouldnât be saying to each other, youâre not sure what to make of the situation.Â
Are you reading him wrong? Or is he actually reciprocating your misplaced longing, no matter how subtle? Itâs always been hard to tell with Vernon, whoâs never straightforward with what he wants to communicate. Always trusting that you would understand the nuance of his every action, his every word, when all they do is make your head spin.
The sight is perfectly domesticâlounging comfortably on the sofa after a good meal, both of your feet kicked up on the coffee table, and your big baby daughter purring quietly from where she lies between the two of you.Â
But even if three months doesnât seem like a whole lot, itâs enough time for someâŠdue changes to eventually set.Â
âYou knowâŠâ Vernon starts, sucking in a deep breath almost like heâs nervous.
âDo I know what?âÂ
His eyes flicker over to the ceiling as if praying for some sort of deliverance before forcing himself to meet your gaze again. Thereâs a look in his eyes that you canât parse right away, and you wonder if you can ever understand what it is.Â
âI⊠I still listen to that old mixtape you gave me. Do you remember? The one you gave to me when we first met?â he murmurs quietly, bringing his hands onto his lap so he can twiddle with his thumbs. âBefore we have to come up on stage and I start feeling nervous, I just listen to a softcopy of that mixtape on my phone. I still do now.â
That mixtape⊠He still has that? Moreover, he managed to save a softcopy and downloaded it onto his phone? You wouldâve asked him how on earth he managed to do that, if you werenât so startled about his sudden revelation.
âYour voice always gives me strength. Even when we werenât together yetâeven if weâre not together anymore.â Vernon purses his lips, a sad look eclipsing the sincerity in his eyes as he strokes Milanaâs fur thoughtfully. âSo Iâm really sorry if you think Iâm overstaying my welcome today. I definitely am. But I justâ I just wanted to be selfish for once.I wanted to spend a little more time with you because I know youâll go back to distancing yourself from me once I leave.â
When he turns to face you, you know itâs the real deal. Thereâs a spark of determination in his eyes that scares you a littleâlike heâs about to say something youâre not ready to hear yet regardless of how badly you want to.Â
But before he can get a chance to utter the words, your phone starts ringing on the coffee table. Youâve never swooped in to answer a call so quickly in your life.
âHello, whatâs up?â You nearly cringe at how bubbly your voice sounds as you get up from the couch.
âHey, have you found Milana?â Nariâs voice flows into your ear, genuine concern lacing each word. âI asked Mingyu to look around with Namja, but no dice. I could contact some other friends if youââ
âItâs okay, Nari,â you interject, fingers drumming across your thigh. âWe already found her.â
Your friend makes a curious noise. âWhoâs we?âÂ
You nearly balk when Vernon plucks the phone out of your hands, pressing it to his ear with a smug grin that you donât usually see him wear.
âWho else?â he says. âThanks for checking in, Nari. But weâre kind ofâŠbusy.âÂ
The call isnât even on loudspeaker but you can obviously hear the way Nari gasps like Vernon just unveiled some scandalous secret. âOh my god. Are youââ
Vernon ends the call before tossing your phone back onto the couch, startling Milana out of her nap. Your cat flashes Vernon something similar to a dirty look before hopping off the cushions and sauntering off elsewhere. You just hope she doesnât retaliate by wandering outside again.
But your catâs newest penchant for wandering around is the last thing on your mind because even if youâre not facing him, you can sense Vernonâs towering presence directly behind you.
You donât resist when he hugs you from behindâresting his forehead against your shoulder as he breathes out a shuddering sigh. His arms still feel like home despite being months into the breakup and you donât know how to fucking deal with it.
âI still love you. Never stopped,â he whispers. âIt wasâŠcompletely stupid of me to think weâre better off as friends just because weâre coworkers. Youâre too important to me. I donât want to be your friend. I want toââ
You donât even give him leeway to finish that sentence, whirling around in his embrace as you meet his lips in a quiet kiss.
In a split second, several things happen at once. Dying stars collide. Black holes collapse. Eternities unspool.Â
And you start to realize that you canât live without Vernon Chwe.
âShit, Hansol, please.â
Vernon loves how his other name falls so gracefully from your lipsâloves how you frame the words in such anâŠinteresting way. You only ever call him that when youâre feeling particularly strong emotionsâhappiness, anger, disappointmentâŠ
Pleasure.
He heaves a long sigh as he peels himself away from the home heâs made between your thighs. Youâre not sure how long Vernon has been eating you out, but your brain is close to melting and you canât process any other coherent thoughts aside from how your cunt still tingles from the orgasm he just gave you.Â
Your panties have long been discarded on the bedroom floor. All youâre donned with now is the old sweatshirt that you thought belonged to Jihoon but turns out was Vernonâs property all along. He insisted that you keep it onâemphasizing just how much he likes seeing you in his clothes before promptly robbing you of your capacity to think by eating pussy like it was his lifeâs purpose.
It doesnât help that he looks so fucking delectable between your legsâbig hands splayed across the sensitive flesh of your thighs as he looks up at you with a dazed expression. His lips are parted, still glossy from the aftermath of your release and the look in his eyes almost makes it seem like heâs the one whoâs just been eaten out to completion.
âFuck, âSol,â you whimper, head falling back onto the pillows as you shield your eyes with your arm. You canât even look at him without feeling like youâre about to combust. âStop staring at me like thatâŠâ
Vernon leans down to pry your arm off your faceâforcing you to meet his loving gaze before pressing your arm down onto the mattress.
âLike what?â he whispers, the blunt of his nail scraping against your bottom lip.Â
âLike you want to swallow me whole.â
His eyes almost crinkle with how wide he smiles at you and you nearly writhe with anticipation when you feel his drenched fingers prodding your slicked entrance again.Â
âWhat if I tell you thatâs exactly what I want?â
Vernonâs mouth is on yours before you can even breathe, tongue bullying its way past your lips as he licks into your mouth. He slips the digits he used to tease you back into your wet channel and you delight in how he swallows your moans as he pumps them inside at a languid pace. Vernon has always been good at building your release from the ground upânever one to rush any orgasms heâs willing to give. As long as you feel good, heâll exercise as much patience as he can.
âV-Vernon,â you gasp when he curls his fingers and thumbs at your clit at the same time, flicking your sensitive bud with just the right amount of pleasure that has your toes curling with pleasure. âFuck, please, pleaseââ
âSounds so good for me,â he sighs, taking your bottom lip between his teeth before giving a delicious tug. âWanna record all your pretty noises and use it in a song. Dâyou want that too, love? Want everyone to hear how nice you sound?â
The idea of him using your voice in the throes of pleasure for such a mundane thing sends a rush of heat straight to your core. You moan in reply, rubbing your needy cunt against his hand in a desperate attempt to get yourself off. Vernon chuckles against your lips and his teasing almost makes you pout, if only he isnât so fucking good at finding your g-spot.
The first time he makes you come, itâs with his mouth and the second is after he expertly picks you apart with his fingers. But no matter how well Vernon knows your body, you still think itâs fucking unfair for him to coax orgasm after orgasm from you like itâs as easy as breathing.
âHansol,â you whisperâbrain too fucked out to segreget his two names properly. âWant you inside me. Want all of you.â
He shakes his head with an audible tut, slipping his fingers out of your pulsing hole. The action makes you mewl in protest, but Vernon brings those same fingers to your lips to silence you.Â
âYou have to work on your patience, love,â he murmurs, angling his face a little before his lips descend onto your neck. âItâs been a while since Iâve had you like this⊠I want to savor you. Youâll let me do that, right?â
All you can do is answer him with a helpless nod.
His sweatshirt is off in a split second, revealing your body to him in a way that makes you want to hide underneath the covers. He gazes at you so intensely, it makes you wonder how someone you broke up with three months ago still looks at you like it's the first time.
Vernon writes poetry onto your skin with each caress of his lips, making sure you feel everything heâs doing to you as he leaves no inch of your body untouched. Sex with him has always been intense, not because he likes to fuck hard and fast but because he likes to take his timeâto sink himself into your skin deep enough that you canât ever hope to flush him out of your system.Â
Thatâs probably one of the reasons why you just couldnât bring yourself to stop loving him. Heâs become such a fundamental part of your life that living without him is the same as breathing without oxygen.Â
âBeautiful,â he murmurs as his lips latch onto your breasts. âSo fucking beautiful.âÂ
Vernon isnât a man of many words. Youâve come to know this for a fact, so whenever he spills all these compliments for you to hear, it makes your heart swell inside your chest. A handful of other people have called you that in the past, but when the words come from Vernonâs mouth, it feels like the gospel truth.
Fortunately, your lover was never too cruel to you. Sure, he likes to instill the value of patience, but Vernon never found the appeal of bringing your partner to tears because of their unquenchable need for release.
He doesnât even make you beg for his cock. Vernon simply lines up the tip with your swollen entrance before slowly pushing insideâdark eyes cognizant of every shift in your expression to make sure he isnât hurting you. When all he sees is you whimpering from how good it feels to be split open by his cock, he knows heâs doing it right.
âI love you,â he whispers breathlesslyâhoping the words wonât be lost in the midst of the mind-numbing pleasure. âIâm so in love with you.â
He ploughs you into the mattress slowly, deeply, wanting you to feel every inch of his cock as he fucks into you. Vernon is rarely vocal with his words when it comes to sex, but he makes up for it with the pleasurable sounds that escape his lips. And with how long itâs been since the two of you lied together like this, you wouldnât blame him for feeling more unhinged than usual.
âI love you, too, âSol,â you sigh but the words are eclipsed with a high-pitched keen when he amps up the pace of his thrusts.Â
âI love hearing you say that,â Vernon groans, biting his lip until he can taste iron on his tongue.Â
âThen Iâll keep saying it.â Itâs a miracle how you manage to get the words out when heâs quite literally punching the breath out of your lungs with each stroke. âIâll say I love you while youâre fucking me. Iâll say I love you even when youâre not.â
âIâll say it all the time if it means youâll come back to me.â
For a moment, the intense pace heâs set faltersâeyes wide and mouth agape. You worry that you mustâve said something out of turn, but Vernon proves you wrong by pulling you forward into a tight embrace, fucking up into your tight cunt with a kind of vigor that you never wouldâve associated with someone as easy going as he is.
âIâm yours, love.â he rasps against your neck, teeth grazing the skin just above the thrum of your pulse. âIâll always be yours.â
The sudden switch in positions and the sincerity of his words is what pushes you over the edge a third timeâmaking you cling onto Vernon like a lifeline as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. You can tell that heâs close. His strokes are more erratic, more frantic. Now that heâs brought you to the pinnacle, he doesnât see any reason why he shouldnât make it to that same paradise too.
When he comes, itâs a burst of white hot pleasure that singes through every single nerve ending in Vernonâs brain. You let out such an adorable little whimper as his cum coats your insides in generous spurts, filling you to the brim with his emission with the full intention of keeping it inside you for days.
But as much as he loves entertaining the idea of defiling you until everyone in the world knows you belong to himâŠÂ
Heâs always put great importance in the art of aftercare.
Both of you try very hard to ignore Milanaâs judgemental stare as Vernon carries you to the bathroomâpropping you up on the toilet cover first as he draws a warm bath. But from the way she dismissively leaves the two of you to your own devices after a few minutes, you like to think that youâve gotten her seal of approval.
Your no-longer-ex-boyfriend gently lays you into the tub with him, reaching out for the soap on one of your toiletry holders as he massages you everywhere youâre sore. You let out a satisfied sigh before resting the back of your head against his firm shoulder.
âHowâre you going to explain to the higher-ups that youâre dating one of their producers again?â you chuckle, placing your hand on top of his as he continues to clean you up. âMaybe I should just find a job somewhere else. A place where it isnât illegal to have an idol as a boyfriend.â
âMaybe,â he muses before placing a firm kiss on your temple. âBut whatever happens, I know Iâll always stick by you no matter what.â
You turn around, arching an eyebrow at him. âEven if itâll cost you your job?âÂ
You completely expect him to backtrack a little. Vernon is obsessed with youâyou get that. But probably not to a point where heâs willing to breach the companyâs contract just to keep being with you, right?Â
But for some reason, it sounds so fucking easy for him to say it when he whispers:
âEven if itâll cost me my job.â
âą end notes: this is probably the sweetest thing i've ever written bc i personally headcanon vernon as someone who loves his s/o so deeply, it consumes him (like in a good way yk). i had so much fun writing this (esp since i got to sneak in vet!reader from again and again under the name nari hehe) so i rly hope you enjoyed it! do look forward to the last part of this series, which will feature resident catboy jeon wonwoo <3
this is part of the doting on you! series.
#svthub#seventeen smut#vernon smut#hansol smut#seventeen fanfic#chwe vernon fic#lovelyhan#full length fic đ
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Under the Oak
Camping part 1:
You haven't forgotten I'm here, I know. Perhaps you even know exactly where I am. It has only been a short time since we parked the truck under the oak tree and set up camp by the shoreline. Yet, as I watch you from my hammock, I have to wonder if you think you are being inconspicuous.
You crouch down cautiously, balancing your weight on your haunches and leaning your bare back against the driverâs door. His eyes gleam as he walks toward you, his hands full of kindling collected from the tree line. You glance back over your shoulder toward camp, and again I wonder if you think I am out of sight, out of earshot. While I cannot quite make out if you are speaking, based on your body language, I don't need to hear your words.
He stops an awkward distance from you, and the squint of his eyes asks a million questions, all of which are answered when you roll forward onto your knees, slightly closing the gap between you and him. He too cocks his head, looking over the truck. Is he looking for me? The thought crosses my mind to return to my book, to mind my own business, but I don't.
Like a wrestler, you reach for his knees, his pile of twigs and brush covering you in a layer of confetti. He circles you, putting the truck to his back, and I chuckle to myself because I know you both think you still look as athletic as you did in high school running down the football field. I can practically hear your dad bod muscles screaming against this sudden burst of athleticism.
Again, I donât need to hear you speak. Since you donât turn to face him, your body language puts the ball in his court, begging the unspoken question. He pauses, not to look around this time; his eyes are glued to your back, your boxers riding up two inches above your athletic shorts.
His lips move as he steps closer, his hand brushing bits of leaves off your shoulders. You stand, wiping the dirt from your shorts, and turn to face him, spinning with such precision that the two of you end up toe-to-toe. A touch of surprise flashes across your faces when the distance between you is reduced to zero. His hand, which had brushed your shoulders free of leaves, now clings awkwardly to your waist.
Suddenly, you return to your typical antics. Looping your leg around his, you both tumble to the ground. Enjoying the view, I imagine you as Simba and Nala, so I narrate it in my head. âPinned ya,â you sass. When he tries to roll you, you hold him down and pronounce, âPinned ya again.â I laugh at my own narration and contemplate reading my book, but then his shirt flies over his head, and thereâs no way Iâm taking my eyes off the show now that both of you are half-naked.
You both lie in the grass looking up at the sky, the sun setting leaving a pink glow across the horizon. Your chests heave, and I can tell you are laughing. You sit up collecting the twigs that are scattered about, but he is not taking the loss. He pushes you backward into the grass, holding you down under his weight. This time, you don't seem to fight him. Instead, you grab him and pull him closer.
And this time, I wish I could hear you. I strain to hear as your lips move, but instead, I see the smirk grow on his face. After a few seconds, he pulls his eyes from yours and stands, pulling you up with him. I watch as you both gather the sticks and round the truck toward camp.
I wait until the smell of smoke drifts through the air to wander toward the fire. âFinally decided to join us?â you tease, looking up with a mischievous glint in your eye.
"I got caught up in a good story," I chide, reaching for a marshmallow.
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Enemy
Kinktober day 3
Paring: Spiderwoman!reader x Venom!Nat
Warnings: SMUT, dub-con, fingering, tendril sex, Venom forming a dick, (Iâm sorry), degradation, humiliation, public sex, breeding kink, nipple stimulation, orgasm control,
!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!
A/N: Iâm very sorry if you read this Lewis
Masterlist- Kinktober
The rain was purring onto the dirty streets of New York washing away all the grease left by the city however the read dirt stayed; they had to be taken care of by you. You were Spiderwoman since you had turned 17 a few years back and since then the streets were your life. Your mornings, your noons, your evenings even your nights had been spent cleaning this city from its dirt. There was simply no time of a committed relationship, even though you had tried and failed with what you thought would be the love of your life. Unsurprisingly being a superhero barley covered anyones bills not like it had been implied by the comics you had spent your whole youth reading. You couldnât quit either Spiderwoman was a symbol. A symbol of hope and kindness when every institution failed you had been there protecting those who couldnât do it themselves.
Sitting alone in your one bedroom apartment you were certain that being a super hero in high school was a lot easier than making it your profession in adulthood. Your head was planted upon your desk your eyes threatening to fall asleep from sheer exhaustion. You barely listened to the frequency of the police radio. You were quickly awoken by the news of a black human like monster being sighted by civilians. You were in your suit in record time pulling your mask over your tired eyes before swinging into the cold city. You swung over the busy traffic of the the New York streets.
Arriving at the described location you realised that the object of your attention was no where to be found. Not a trace from it left. Your curiosity got the better of you. In your years of being a superhero and fighting against the green goblin and people made of sand nothing could shock you anymore. Oh how wrong you were. But this was something something, new something exciting which could potentially make your boring life a bit more exciting.
The police was just as clueless as you were so you started to search around the area yourself. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until you made out a red headed woman alone in a dark alleyway. You came closer to her this probably wouldnât help your search but she had a strange aura around her pulling you in. She seemed a bit nervous perhaps her green eyes fixated on your athletic form. She looked older than you maybe in her mid 30s but you werenât sure.
âCan I help you this is a dangerous neighbourhood.â The woman face changed to a smirk âWellâ she started âIâm sure you can help me in a personal wayâ Flirting and especially sleeping with civilians was off limits but you were desperate. It had been months since the last time you had another woman at your mercy. âIâm sure I can be of great-â you could see the womans eyes widen as she looked over your shoulder in the same moment your spider senses went off. Was something behind you? You turned around to see nothing you were confused for a second until you felt a force wrestling you onto the ground. You managed to turn to onto your back only to face a black slimy creature. You stared into its big white eyes as it slowly opened it mouth to reveal its many white razor sharp teeth. It seemed to have multiple rows of them all tripping in salvia. Its velvet tongue had an impressive size as it hovered above your masked face. Salvia tripped onto your face as you tried to move away.
âYou were right Nat⊠she is stupidâ the creature above you remarked in its deep voice. âHeyâ you squeaked higher than you had intended to. The goo pulled back to reveal the beautiful red head again. âOh look V she looks so shockedâ she snarled at you pulling her arms from the black slime but your hands remained pinned to the concrete. Her hand gripped onto your mask pulling it up as you shook your head to side violently. Never once did you get unmasked but she did it gripping onto your chin so you couldnât move. âYou are a pretty one spider girl.â âFuck youâ you bit back. She responded in laughter making you blush in humility. âOh no Iâm gonna fuck you sweet girlâ she said in between laughter.
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âPleaseâ you whimpered desperately your face pressed against the hard brick wall. The position you were in was beyond embarrassing. Complete naked bend forward black tendrils running over your naked form with her fingers deep inside of you pressing against you g spot. âWho wouldâve guessed the symbol of hope would be such a slut. Look you are dripping down your legs like a penny whoreâ she slapped your ass making you cry out for more. âMoreâ you whined feeling the tendrils rolling over your nipples.
She moved her fingers at her brutal pace curling and twisting as you clenched down. âI- Iâm gonna-â âShould we let her Vâ she asked her companion. âCumâ you did on command releasing your slick over Nats hand and wrists.
Natasha pulled her hand from your heat making you whine at the lost. âI think she can do anotherâ the goo formed a dick around Nats hips which you only realised once its big head was already pressed against your tight hole. âI canâtâ you lied as she pushed in âYour body wants it I know it Spideyâ she chuckled pushing in until she bottomed you out. She let you adjust before picking up her pace. She fucked into you hard and fast. âIâm gonna fuck you pregnant you little slutâ she bit into your neck the tendrils working magic on your already overstimulated clit. âFuck Iâm gonna cumâ she picked up her pace one last time before releasing her with cum inside of you.
The tendrils pulled back from your cum mixing into each other before tripping down your thighs. She pulled her pants back up leaving you panting against the wall. As a last act of affection she helped you back in your suit before leaving.
âUntil next time spider girlâ
:)
I do not own these characters all rights go to Marvel
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Bad Journalism
Youâre an annoying journalist trying to get a story out of Joost, but he knows thatâs not what you really want // joost x fem!reader
nsfw: smut, one shot
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The news that Joost was disqualified had sent shock waves through the entirety of the Eurovision. You heard the news first through whispers, not believing it at first until it was in every headline, plastered over every local news channel, and blowing up all your group chat messages.Â
You felt bad for him more than anything. Your heart sunk for him, especially when some of your colleagues had not one bit of empathy for him, and were itching to corner him for a story. Youâd passed him a few times in the hallway, smiling at him or waving, he was like a beam of sunshine in every room and captivated the audience with infectious excitement and charisma. You didnât want to admit it, but you found him incredibly attractive. You found yourself scrolling through his socials late at night and never missed any of his rehearsals. It was clear he was the favorite, and it was all ruined for him now.Â
It was the heat of the moment, tensions were at an all-time high. Everyone at Eurovision, both behind closed doors and in hushed voices out in the lounge areas, and everyone on social media who followed the competition talked about Joost. It was all in whispers, yet completely in your face at the same time. No one could avoid it, it was more than an elephant in the room at this point.Â
As a journalist, it was like a mosquito constantly looming at your shoulder, irritating you that you could do nothing about it in good conscience. Your boss was hounding you and your colleagues for someone to get a word out of him, incentivizing you all to no end with bonuses, paid vacation time, or even a promotion. It didnât help that journalists from other papers and countries all shared the same ambition, and some were far more aggressive and werenât afraid to make it known. You wondered if those shared smiles meant anything at all, and if there was a chance heâd be more receptive to give you a statement rather than the other journalists who didnât have the best intentions.Â
You tried to formulate a plan to gently approach him and try to get even a sentence out of him. Your conscience wrestled with each other. Your boss zeroed in on all of you specifically soon. He complained that you and a few other colleagues in particular werenât performing up to par, and he was threatening termination.Â
âA lot of you are proving yourselves to be dead weight, you especially. You can show you deserve to be on this team by getting a story.â
You fell into a panicked state of anxiety for the next few days. You could barely sleep or eat knowing that your livelihood was now on the line. Youâd been so excited that you secured a job at a top company, and now it was all in jeopardy over this nightmare of a situation. The journalists were now in their competition, and that alongside your bossâs threats gave you a new sense of determination.
You waited for the evening when you learned that Joost would be down for a mandatory meeting with members of the EBU. You gave false tips to other journalists who heard about the meeting as well, who believed you hesitantly, but youâd made yourself seem non-threatening and docile since the very beginning. In a way, it still held. It took everything inside of you to keep the shakiness of your voice hidden, and you concealed your nervous body language as harmless fidgeting.Â
You noticed him come out, and it was as if it was a different person. The room filled with anxiety and anger, from the both of you. His face was concerning stern, he dressed in basic, dark colors instead of his usual fun, unique outfits that always drew attention. He was alone, and like the fox you were, you cornered him.Â
âHi, Joost.â You greeted him, immediately approaching him. âDid you just leave a meeting with the EBU?âÂ
You glanced over at you, his eyebrows knitting together as if there was some sort of betrayal. He vaguely recognized you from the fleeting glances in the hallway, a bit disappointed knowing that you were just like all the others.Â
âIâm in a bit of a rush.â He mumbled, hoping that it would be enough to shut you down. âIâm sorry.â
You were so overcome with adrenaline you didnât hear him, doubling down you continued to pester him. âCan you say anything about your disqualification?â You asked, seeing a blush immediately appear on the apples of his cheeks. âIs it true you assaulted someone?â
It was like a switch was flipped. You felt yourself grow cold immediately at the way he looked at you with deep offense. Youâd jumped your questions prematurely, not giving him time to warm up to you, or even intelligently posing them. Youâd made a complete mess of things and your failure plunged you into mania. There was no going back now, youâd either get a story out of him or make one.Â
Joost ignored you, he had to unless he wanted to make matters worse for himself. If you were a man, and not a woman looming at his side, staring up at him with big doe eyes and a blush that rivaled his own he wouldâve pushed you away. He desperately wanted to take your stupid phone and throw it across the room before telling you to fuck off, but he tried to keep himself level-headed. He repeated like a mantra that all he needed to do was get into the elevator and go to his room, then it would be over. If you followed him then heâd have good reason to call security to haul you away.Â
He didnât anticipate that you would use the fact he couldnât hurt you to your advantage. You werenât sure what came over you either, shocking yourself as much as you shocked Joost you yanked off his headphones from his neck and ran towards the elevator.
He chased after you without thinking, rushing past the closing silver doors as you desperately pushed the button to try to shut him out but your efforts were in vain. Your eyes shot open and you felt yourself move to the corner of the elevator, clutching the heavy, expensive headphones to your chest. Your breathing was erratic, you rendered yourself speechless as the man stood mere inches away from you.Â
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â He questioned in a low tone that bubbled with anger. âGive it back.â
âAnswer my questions.â The calmness of your voice shocked you, and you looked up at him like it was an implicit dare. You knew as well as he did that he had no intention to hurt you.
âDonât do this.â He pleaded, his head falling to the side. Yet still, his tone was angry and his body language rigid. He held out his hand, âJust give it back, and we have no problems. Ok?â
âNo.â You stood your ground, hearing the elevator ding open to his vacant floor.Â
âNo?â He laughed in disbelief. âAre you serious?â
You didnât say anything, feeling yourself on the verge of tears from the intensity of the situation you left the elevator and walked down the hall aimlessly as he called after you in a hushed tone.  You knew it wasnât out of gentleness, but because he didnât want to cause a scene like you had. You felt like you completely lost sight of yourself, youâd played dirty and this was exactly the kind of journalism you abhorred.Â
âCome here.â Joost began to approach you as if you were a wounded animal, âJust give it back, and Iâll answer three of your questions.â
âReally?â You asked, surprised by the easy defeat. He nodded, his face so genuine that you completely believed him.Â
You handed the headphones back and he practically ripped them from you, shaking his head in disbelief.
âNow go away before I call the police on you.â He spat. âVerdomde eikel.â He mumbled under his breath as he turned to walk back to his room.
You were overcome by the same adrenaline that you felt when he walked out of the conference room. You followed him to his room, no matter how many times he told you to fuck off and slammed the door in your face you werenât going away until he gave you what you wanted.Â
You knocked on the door until your knuckles were raw and aching. Almost an hour went by, some people peering out of their rooms but ultimately paying you no mind. Joost finally opened the door, just enough to peer out with one of the locks to keep you two separated in case you tried another one of your stupid tricks.Â
âI donât want to call the police on you.â He seemed to have calmed down, the cigarettes and alcohol in his breath further indicating it. âGo away, youâre too pretty to be acting like this.â
You huffed in frustration, âIâm trying to help you.â you tried to make something up as you went, âThe other journalists tried to wait for you, I told them a lie to get them to go away. If you give me a story you wonât have to worry about them as much.â
âAh, well.â He shrugged, âIâll take my chances. Goodnight now.â
You put your arm in the door, a last effort to prevent him from shutting you out again. âPlease, Joost.â You said shamelessly, now feeling like youâd just had a dopamine crash and all that was left was shame.Â
He looked at you for a moment, head coming to the side his head eyes narrowed almost inquisitively before he busted out in laughter. âOh fuck, I hope youâre not who I think you are.â He said amid his mockery, burning tears immediately forming in your eyes, âWhatâs your name?âÂ
You mumbled your name pathetically, your head somewhat bowed to avoid eye contact before he howled in laughter, âNo fucking way.â He repeated over and over, the mockery hitting you like nails and making you bleed with miserable shame all over him. âYouâre the journalist, my friend told me about you.â
You realized why his reaction was so over the top, and if anything it was warranted.Â
You recall when it was only the second day of the competition, everything was still in the very early and most exciting stages. You shared the elevator with a man from the Netherlands, tall, curly hair and dark skin. He complimented your shoes, you complimented his back and you two made small talk. He said that he was just an enthusiastic fan, something that you now knew was a white lie, and asked you about your job and what you thought of the performers.Â
âI like your guy from the Netherlands.â You said, smiling at him. âIâd fuck him.â
His eyes widened, and he looked at you in disbelief for a second before smiling back. âYeah.â He finally said. âMe too.âÂ
You didnât know how you could be so clueless, and how you didnât connect the dots that it was him in that costume performing alongside Joost all this time. He had captivated you so much, that you hardly paid any mind to the other performers, as talented as they were, much less his two friends at the side of the stage.Â
âYou just wanna fuck me, huh?â He questioned in a sarcastic, degrading tone. âAre you even a journalist?â
You stayed silent, knowing that whatever you said would just make everything a million times worse, or even make you completely break down. It was again, like everything you were doing at this point an empty effort. The tears fell on your face like pieces of hot coal, burning your skin in sorrow and embarrassment. Your chest constricted in quiet sobs, you didnât understand why your feet felt sewn to the carpeted floors and your arms bound to the doorknob of his room.Â
Joost expected this, he could tell from the way your once vibrantly pretty face lost all its color and your eyes became low and glossy that you had lost your strength. He knew someone like you was weak, hardly cut out of this type of journalism. He felt bad almost, knowing you would do much better tucked away in an office, away from people like himself whose personalities completely overpowered yours. He was a performer, after all, so he couldnât blame you. Joost knew he was soft underneath this hard exterior, and no matter how badly you offended him he couldnât bear to see you so upset at his expense.Â
âAlright.â He relented, sighing and unlocking the door completely as a form of surrender. âI will make a deal with you.â
Your face was buried in your hands, trying to stop and wipe away the tears to the best of your ability, but you still managed to nod.Â
âEither you come in here, I answer the three questions you asked about.â He offered, âOr, you come in here and I fuck you, and I donât answer anything.â
If you couldnât stand to look him in the eye before, you certainly couldnât do it now. âThe second one.â Your voice was strained, weighed down by your sobs it was nothing less than humiliating.Â
You heard Joostâs chest jerk in laughter, and he didnât have to verbalize how pathetic he thought you were. You were fully worn down now, accepting defeat and realizing that you were so deeply depraved to choose physical pleasure over your literal job. He let you in, shutting the door behind you heard nothing but the turning of bolts and his soft footsteps. There was no turning back now, even if you came to your senses, there was no way your body would allow it.Â
âWait for me in my bedroom.â He said all too casually, âIâm going to have a cigarette.â
The white hotel sheets were cold and uninviting under your warm skin. You began to undress down to your underwear, it was unassuming, the fact that it was black and matching was your only saving grace at sexiness. You found yourself waiting for several minutes, but as you clutched your knees to your chest and shivered from the notoriously harsh hotel air conditioning it felt like hours.
Joost seemed to be stringing you along, and enjoying every bit of it. He came back inside from the porch, walked into the bedroom, and paid you not even a glance before walking into the bathroom. You felt your humiliation plummet to new depths, especially when you heard him turn on the shower. The least he could do was say something, instead of walking past your almost naked body as if it was the least interesting thing in his room.
The excruciating wait ended once he left the bathroom, steaming and smelling of the freshest, most intoxicating body wash youâd ever smelled. It was perfectly masculine, eucalyptus and citruses you wanted to wrap yourself in it.Â
Joost approached you, watching as you crawled to the edge of the bed, looking up at him with your raw, puffy eyes it was almost erotic. Youâd put yourself through so many emotions just to get a word out of him for your pathetic little job, and now you were on his bed, desperate for his touch.Â
He was always a man of his word, so naturally, he was a little ashamed that he tricked you earlier and wanted to make it up to you by not forcing you to beg for him. He unwrapped the towel, his cock springing loose in front of your face. Your face gave away your reaction, showing him that you werenât used to his size and stroking his ego a little more.Â
âGo ahead.â He encouraged, âI hope youâre better at this than you are at interviewing.â
You took him into your mouth eagerly. It was almost like a wish being fulfilled, or being in a dream your depraved mind had conjured up. He felt incredible in your mouth, the way your lips stretched over him and how the tip nudged at the back of your throat did nothing but excite you. You hummed and moaned against him in contentment, the vibrations on his cock driving him wild. Your mouth was perfect, and you had something to prove. This was exactly what you wanted, you werenât sure who the winner here was.Â
Joost couldnât let you have the upper hand, not yet at least. He grabbed your head and held it into place before he began to fuck your mouth. He wasnât relentless, even if he wished he could be as the reminder of how you pestered him sat at the back of his mind. His thrusts were deep but mostly gentle. You gagged against him but breathed carefully through your nose and braced yourself with the rhythm heâd set. Saliva dribbled down your chin, your mouth so wet and warm he couldnât imagine how it would feel like to fuck you.Â
The desire was too overwhelming, he was impatient and desperate now, withdrawing his cock from your mouth. Your eyes were watery again, this time for good reason. You coughed a bit, regaining a bit of composure before Joost grabbed a handful of your hair and brought you into a kiss.Â
It was the sloppiest, least romantic kiss you ever had. He shoved his tongue into your mouth and held you in place like you were an animal threatening to escape. Your body was aching almost unbearably now, you straddled him and pressed your pussy against his bare thigh and began grinding down on him with such desperation it made him chuckle into the kiss.Â
âSlut.â He muttered against your neck, you shuttered against him before you felt his teeth sink into your skin, just enough to make you gasp. âYou like that?â
âMhm.â You groaned, your hips still moving against him hardly getting what you needed. âPlease fuck me, Joost.â
His hand returned to your hair, this time pulling it so that youâd face him. He smiled almost drunkenly, his eyes low and dazed, âCan I eat your pussy first?â He asked the smug look on his face anticipating your reaction.
He laid you down on your back. You were a bit glad he wanted to pay attention to you. You fully expected him to fuck you from behind and kick you out, it wouldâve been understandable, especially from the way you were acting and the fact he probably had dozens of girls who would kill to be in your place.
You felt the power balance restored as he buried his face between your thighs. He was as eager as you had been, licking and sucking on your pussy as if you had made the deal with him. His thick mustache burned the tender skin between your thighs in the best way possible, a reminder of what heâd done for you that would last at least till the next day. You felt nothing but the warm, blanketing pleasure. It felt like youâd just had a drink, your nerves had settled and all that was on your mind was finishing all over his pretty mouth.Â
Your hands tangled in his hair, your back arched as you felt yourself grow closer. A part of you didnât want to give him the satisfaction of your thighs closing against the side of his face and moans pouring from your lips, but it happened regardless. Your body almost convulsed from the intensity, the pleasure making your body surrender and melt into his hands so much that you began apologizing.Â
âIâm sorry.â You muttered continuously, your orgasm coming at its peak and then rolling over you, âIâm sorry Joost.âÂ
He didnât say anything at first as his mind was foggy, and he was lapping up your pussy, avoiding your clit now to give you a moment of calmness and for his pleasure. You tasted good, and it was intoxicating for him.Â
âItâs ok, baby.â His tone had now sweetened with you, even if you knew it was mostly from the intimacy of the moment. âI know what you need.â
Joost was overtaken by how turned on you made him feel. He loved how he was putting you in your place, how he had softened the stone-like scowl on your face, the sharpness in your voice and movements to something so perfect. He kissed you again, this time just a few pecks before you felt him press the head of his cock against your pussy.Â
He rubbed up and down, every time he passed over your sensitive clit you jerked up in overstimulation. He had condoms in the dresser, but you hadnât brought up the matter so he decided to disregard it. If anything heâd give you some money for the morning-after pill, but that was the last thing he wanted to worry about.Â
Joost groaned loudly, almost overly dramatic as he began to push himself inside of you. You trembled beneath him, letting out sounds of discomfort from how big he was, the sensation new to your body that you instinctively began to push him away with one hand and attempt to cover yourself with the other.Â
âMove your hand, please.â He told you, âI promise Iâll stop if it hurts.âÂ
It was a bit of a struggle, he had to stop a few times to allow you to adjust yourself to his size before he was able to bottom you out. It was all worth it, the pestering and the headache to have you beneath him.  He fucked you slowly at first, pulling out until only the tip of him was inside of you before plunging himself back inside of you. Your pussy squelched and squeezed around him, your eyes screwed shut as you brought him into an embrace.Â
Joost kissed you on the cheek, resting his face against you he picked up his pace until it was something almost punishing. The thoughts of what you had done before were now at the forefront of his mind, that horrible feeling intertwined with his passion for you. The sound of slapping skin filled the room, his grunts against your soft gasps. He hit the sweetest spot inside of you with every movement, the feeling so overwhelming you felt your orgasm building again. You tried to tell him, feeling as if hearing it would feel like a reward to him, but your body and mind were no longer one. The only thing that left your mouth was his name and desperate sounds of pleasure.Â
Joost felt you come all over his cock, your pussy clenching around him as you cried out into his shoulder. He knew now he wasnât going to last any longer, his movements becoming sloppy and the feeling of no friction, just how wet you were for him sending him over the edge. He wouldâve loved to last longer, but he soon found himself pulling out and pumping himself over your body before coming undone all over your stomach.Â
He marked your body, warm cum falling against your stomach and breasts as you were cooling down from the nearly out-of-body experience. Joost looked down at you, breathing heavily it was almost like he was admiring his work. Heâd left bruises against your neck, your hair was disheveled, your face wet with tears, and the prettiest sight of all was that heâd finished all over you.Â
He wiped down your body softly, kissing you when he was done before climbing under the sheets. He brought you into his arms this time, cuddling with you for a while before he spoke,Â
âAre you hungry?â He asked in a whisper, you giggled in response and nodded.Â
âAlright.â He nodded, âMaybe Iâll answer some of your questions after.â
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hope you guys enjoyed :) this is a cross post from my ao3 if you wanted to check it out there
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Caressed by Claws - A BG3BigBang fic
AO3 LINK HERE
Pairing: Astarion/Halsin
Rating: Explicit (Lots of smut & a little plot)
Tags/warnings: 18+, monsterfucking, werebear halsin, trans astarion, Halsin eats pussy like a man dying of thirst in a desert, creampies, breeding kink, knotting
Word count: 9,966
Also fic pasted below :3c
Silvanus never spoke to Halsin in an audible way. Not like how he would converse with his mate Astarion, or even swap stories with the wildlife of Faerun. Despite this, the Oak Father found other ways to pass his intentions, blessings, and commandments onto the druid - through dreams, urges, and signs. And during his three centuries of life, Halsin had experienced the calling of his god many times.
Halsin had been experiencing all three phenomena as of late, while helping Baldur's Gate recover after the intense battle with the Netherbrain. His dreams and instincts were vivid and raw, the signs from Silvanus appearing during his daily work; he'd volunteered to help rebuild the city's parks. He included the requirement that they would be expanded, with a special area reserved for children to be able to romp and play, allowing city-goers a larger green space in which to commune with nature. While the parks, with their sapling trees and spindly wildflowers blooming in the wind, was no vast wood like he was used to, it was better than nothing. Especially for a battle-ravaged town that was actively being rebuilt.Â
Though the work was tiresome, fully exhausting his spell power and even his physical bulk and muscle each day, the druid could not find inner peace. He was restless, aching with the impulse to roam, to explore. An urge so deep and carnal that Halsin understood it had to be yet another sign from the Oak Father⊠but stronger. A sign of which he had no choice but to take heed. He decided to take a break from his rebuilding duties, with Astarion supportive and encouraging him to do whatever "dancing-with-bears-ritualsâ that he needed to do.
With his lover's blessing, Halsin set out and began to roam the craggy wilderness surrounding Baldur's Gate. It took weeks for him to feel another sign, as the days passed and the moon went from waning, to new, to waxing. It was an internal sign, a heat from within that could only mean that his bear side - animalistic, raw, hungry , was growing stronger. It had become easier for him to call upon it, to have his fingernails elongate and his hair run down his back, turning into a pelt as he fell on all fours to shift into wildshape. He found himself wandering for days on end in bear form, rather than elven form, feeling more at home and "in his own skin" when digging his claws into the wet clay of the earth, or using his nimble lips to pluck ripe berries from the bushes. He spoke to Silvanus mentally and spiritually, even in this form, pleading for some answer to the unsettling feeling he'd wrestled with since they'd defeated the Netherbrain.
In his day-to-day life, pre-Netherbrain, pre-adventuring, pre-self-imposed spiritual exile, Halsin had always battled with his bear side for control. Whether in fits of rage, or in the heat of passion, he felt the throbbing of his head (or other regions) announcing the presence of the Bear deep within him, clawing to be free. Astarion had been most gracious whenever he had lost control of his ursine side, including on their first sexual encounter. The vampire had also giggled heartily when Halsin ripped apart foes in battle after the bloodshed necessitated his wildshape. And yet, Halsin still felt a sense of shame when his control was weak and his inner bear called hungrily to him.
On the first full moon out of Baldur's Gate, Halsin felt the calling even more deeply. The urge to shift into bear form, to slip into the comfort of fur and claws and teeth, was as tempting to him as a tall glass of cold honey mead, as comforting as the warmth of the bedcovers he shared with Astarion. But Halsin felt he had to resist. And to resist, he had to focus intensely on the present, the now, and on his current state. He realized that needed to listen to the bear; not to succumb blindly to it.
He settled in the middle of a clearing of birch trees, lowering himself to the damp moss that cushioned his large frame. The druid crossed his legs, laying his palms facing upwards on his knees. He closed his eyes, and listened. A mild wind, just enough to stir the leaves and brambles within the clearing, passed through the wood. The rustle of squirrels died down, as though they paused their hopping through the underbrush and barking amongst the treetops.
Before him in the blackness of his own eyelids he saw flashes of spirits, the sparkle of magic. He wanted to see, to open his eyes and behold the motes of light firsthand, but could not let himself disconnect now, from this place of intense focus. He felt himself float upward, almost as though he were sitting in a tree high above. But it was not his body that floated, merely his consciousness - he thought, assuming it was some form of astral projection. Meditation, and crossing into a spiritual realm, was a finicky magic at best. Though he was blessed by Silvanus and able to do so relatively at will, the planes of existence were still difficult to traverse, even to the former Arch Druid. He couldn't recall any time during the past 300 years in which he had experienced a similar sensation, of incorporealness, of his physical form feeling foreign and "separate".
Although the transcendent out of body experience was new to Halsin, spiritual beings and energies were quite familiar, and the air crackled around the clearing with the energy bestowed upon them by the full moon and the elf's druidic power. Below, he saw the sparkles of energy materialize from the shadows, and lumber over to his corporeal form. If his spirit-self could breathe, his lungs would have stopped inhaling and exhaling. The energy, now in the form of a gigantic bear, much larger than his normal wild shape, sniffed about his body below. His body still sat cross-legged, deep in the meditative state. Even in his projected form, though, the druid could sense the raw energy materializing within the clearing, emanating from the bear as it padded slowly in a circle
You have kept me from fully awakening, druid, the bear said, its energy crackling as its thoughts manifest in Halsin's mind. Halsin wasn't sure whether it was telepathy or just through just a feeling , but he understood the intent of the bear, as it padded in a path around him. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling - it rather felt quite like when he would mumble to himself whenever he assessed patients, or when he had read aloud from dusty tomes in the Emerald Grove's library. It almost felt as though he was talking to himself when speaking with this bear. Halsin saw his body's eyelids twitch, his head nod slightly, and heard, despite his body's lips not moving, his response.Â
"I have. It has always been difficult to control the beast within." He had embarrassingly morphed into a bear on more than one occasion with Astarion. Vivid memories flashed in his mind: as the heat of their passion settled into his loins, he had lowered himself on all fours above the vampire only to find that his hands on either side of his lithe frame had turned to paws. Astarion had always taken it in stride, in good-natured teasing at the most. He took it as a compliment that Halsin could hardly control himself during their lovemaking. However, it was not something upon which the druid enjoyed dwelling. He saw this loss of control as a weakness in him.His rumination was interrupted by the echoing of the bear's words in his mind, reverberating between his ears like the dripping of water hitting the bottom of a cavern.
But why control what has been gifted to you by the Oak Father? There is balance in the loss of control, as well. To always remain in control is not a natural state. Do you believe that nature is something that can be directed and commanded at anyone's whim? Even one blessed by Silvanus?
"That may be so, wise one," Halsin readily admitted. Astarion had often taken over in their lovemaking, directing Halsin's movements, his touches, sometimes even his breaths. Halsin felt goosebumps rise on his skin at the thought. What relief it always was to him, when he did not have to control himself, and he could relax and follow the directions of his lover. But again, that was a form of control, to be subject to the whims of the little vampire. "However, it is a risk to those I care for and to others if I do not reign in theâŠanimalistic tendencies," he finished.
There was a long silence as the energy seemed to die down, although the ursine form below was still present. It had stopped in front of Halsinâs body, and shifted its weight from paw to paw, its magical breath exhaled in what seemed like puffs of fog. The fog settled around his cross-legged body below, wafting over the soft moss surrounding him.
Perhaps then, a bargain? The spirit bear asked. Its hulking frame was imposing even though it was immaterial. Were it a physical being, despite that he regularly spoke with animals including the wildest of bears, Halsin was positive he could not have remained so calm. You are quite dear to the Oak Father, a true steward of nature. It behooves you to fully accept the gift of wild shape.
Halsin did not respond; or, he realized, could not respond, for he felt somewhat dizzy at the idea of being held so dear by the Oak Father. He merely waited, both in his meditative, projected form, and his large body below, bathed in the light of the full moon. With how bright the moon shone upon him, he seemed almost as pale as the bear. He could not find a reason to disagree with the spirit; any gift Silvanus could bestow upon him should be graciously and fully received. And yet⊠he was filled with trepidation. He had made a fool and a beast of himself enough times in the past purely by accident. But to embrace that possibility?
I can give you respite for most days . In exchange that once a month, you free me - fully - without holding back.
Halsin's mind raced with the implications, and he sat in silence for many minutes, but the bear was in no hurry. It merely paced slowly around his body, facing towards him the entire time. It said nothing - just watched. And waited.
"The full moon?" Halsin felt himself ask, though no words crossed his lips. He saw his body below him shift only slightly, as though squirming with discomfort. The full moon was predictable, at least, so he knew when the bear would come "without holding back", whatever that meant. But what would happen when it did? His mulling was interrupted by the spirit's response.
Indeed, for the veil between realms is thinnest at the moon's peak. The moon affects the tides of Faerun, the minds of the unwell and magic-sensitive, and also the energy and magic of your bond with me. Once per month, you will become truly one with the Bear.
It was a heartbeat. It was a decade. Halsin could not tell, could not know, how much time had passed. For the bear had stopped moving again, and simply faced his body, sitting on its gigantic haunches. Halsin's meditative astral form did not move on its own. Rather, it felt itself pulled towards his body, almost as if he were made of magnetic material and his body were true north.
Halsin did not need to speak his acceptance verbally to agree to the deal. He would acquiesce to this compromise with the Bear. With himself. With Silvanus. It only took the thought of his acceptance to mark his agreement.
The bear, sparkling with spiritual energy as though it were a ghost, bared its teeth in what could only be interpreted as satisfaction. It lowered its head, stepping forward, and seemed to melt within Halsin's body like snowflakes on skin. As it melded into him, within him, Halsin shifted from his cross-legged position to all fours, as if by instinct. The soft moss cushioned his fingertips. Then soon, his claws.
In a mere moment he had changed, much more quickly than his normal wild shape transformation. And he was large, much larger than his normal cave bear form, which would seem a mere yearling cub to his bulk now. Halsin sniffed the air, the ground, his wet nose wrinkling as he picked up so many alluring scents, trails to follow, to hunt . To mark his territory, his territory, no one else's, no bear nor elf or creature. The full moon above bathed his gigantic, furry body in silvery light until he disappeared into the strand of birches and his presence was only a low growl rumbling from the shadows.
Astarion had been impatiently awaiting Halsinâs return, hungry for his partner both proverbially and literally. Halsin was willing to provide his daily meals; and just as eager to sate his desire for intimacy. The vampire had not gone hungry with his mate away, having fed on beasts from the bush surrounding the camp. But he missed his beast, how the warmth from Halsin's body heat, always turning their bedroll into a furnace. How he could make even their temporary camp feel like a home. After a few weeks, even the bedroll and its furs had begun to lose Halsin's scent of honey and basil.
Halsin had decided to return to him in the evening, when he knew that Astarion would be awake and probably fussing over his mending, or hunched over some dusty tome. Astarion was indeed thumbing absentmindedly through a novel in front of the campfire, nestled on top of a cushion he had dragged from his tent. Halsin's arrival was announced by his soft footfalls, shuffling across the cobblestone path surrounding their camp. Astarion's sensitive hearing could pick up that walking pattern anywhere, and the vampire automatically rose to his feet. The book fell from his hands and dropped to the ground, an act that would normally have Astarion wincing in horror and uttering an oath. But the importance of not wrinkling pages or smearing ink paled in comparison to the importance of seeing his Halsin.
"My heart," Halsin said, his voice low and heavy with affection. He stepped forward to receive his lover right as Astarion leapt into his embrace. The vampire wrapped his slender arms around Halsin's neck, burying his face into the druid's chest. "I missed you too, Astarion," Halsin continued, inhaling deeply into the pale elf's silver curls. Bergamot and rosemary, a tinge of aged brandy. A mixture of aromas that brought deep comfort to Halsin any time he caught a whiff.
Astarion pulled away from Halsin's chest, but remained solidly in the druid's embrace. He stood on tiptoes and craned his neck to meet Halsin's soft hazel gaze. "Next time you need to find yourself darling, do try to do so faster ," Astarion said, his words bouncing with playfulness and half-serious whining. His lips were full and pushed into a pout. Halsin couldn't resist the urge to take them into his own, and kissed Astarion softly. Slowly. Their lips barely brushing together, and just a tentative flick of the druid's tongue on Astarion's bottom lip.
Surprise caused Astarion to pull from the kiss first. He had anticipated that Halsin would devour him the moment they reunited, and had satisfied himself many of the nights alone while daydreaming of the various ways in which Halsin would take him. So for the druid to meet his lips with such⊠caution, tenderness⊠rather than his typically ravenous hunger was disconcerting.
"My love, whatever is the matter?" the vampire asked, swaying slightly side to side, causing the larger elf to shift in place as well. Halsin gazed down at him, his eyes flashing golden - from the fire, Astarion concluded. "Surely you're pleased to be back with m-" His words were crushed from his lungs as Halsin pulled him nearly off his feet, into a crushing embrace.
 "Of course my heart, your presence soothes and relieves me. I am immeasurably pleased to be back," Halsin said, kissing the top of Astarion's head before releasing the vampire to hold him at arm's length and gaze at him. "It has just been a⊠trying time. A test that rivals any of my experiences - save for the banishing of the shadow curse." His voice betrayed his weariness, his volume trailing off toward the end of his sentence.
Astarion frowned, clicking his tongue in a series of tsks , and raised his hand to cradle Halsin's cheek. "My poor sweet bearâŠ," he said, holding his hand still as Halsin nuzzled into it. "As much as I'd love to hear all the juicy details, I suppose I can wait to hear about how well you danced with those bears."
Halsin's chuckle shook his shoulders. He deeply appreciated his partnerâs dry humor. "I appreciate that, Astarion," he said, pressing another kiss to the vampire's lips. This kiss was more certain, more intentional. "Let us make up for some lost time, hm?" the druid asked with a wicked grin, nodding his head toward their tent.
The next few weeks passed uneventfully, mostly full of lazy days enjoying each others' company, reading, and hunting together (and hunting each other) in the evenings. They'd done enough work defeating the Netherbrain, and prior to Halsin's stint in the wilderness, helping rebuild the city overall. So, Astarion had insisted it was time that others do some work for the good of the city. Halsin could only chuckle at his lover's insistence that do-gooding was nauseating.
Eventually, languidly lounging about the camp become a bore, and though he enjoyed the bounty of nature and camping quite thoroughly, Halsin felt the need to again move . To roam. In his restlessness, he had found himself willingly accompanying Astarion for an evening foray from their camp into the markets of Baldur's Gate. They would also be staying in more chic settings than their campsite, for the evening. Astarion had been complaining of sleeping in their tents when the Elfsong was now right there , newly renovated after the mindflayer attack, and now with private rooms.
He had agreed to join his mate to satisfy both Astarion's need for a good day's sleep, and his own desire to roam. His own need was more intense now than ever before, as the moon had waned, then disappeared altogether, then began waxing again closer and closer to being full. The instinct pulled at him, the need to explore, toâŠÂ claim a territory?
Halsin shook his head, brushing away the thoughts just as he brushed away the sensations of the flies, the mingling crowds, and the noise of the markets within the city. He often found himself overwhelmed by the bustle of crowds, the shouts of vendors and the smells of the unwashed masses, manure, and other various scents. Not to mention, the wanton crime and seemingly endless homelessness and squalor. It was enough to unnerve him on any given day. But on this foray, Halsin felt a particular distaste for the less savory aspects of the city, and acted almost without thought to âcorrectâ unsavory situations.
On their way in, Halsin scruffed a man who had attempted to lift some coin from a blind beggarâs donation cup, throwing the man against a wall as if he were a ragdoll. Astarion giggled with glee, clapping at Halsin's uncharacteristic brutality. Halsin stared at his hands before raising his gaze to the bloodied nose of the failed thief. After the would-be bandit recovered from the shock, he had scampered off into an alley. Halsin felt something within him aching to chase the man, and he fought, not without difficulty, to stand firmly in place instead of following him.
"Well done, darling," Astarion cheered, always up for a bit of chaos, whether or not in the name of being a do-gooder. He reached around to grab a handful of Halsin's muscled rump over his trousers. Halsin had hardly noticed; he was too lost in his thoughts.
He would, of course, have remedied the situation regardless, either by holding the thief for the proper authorities, or scaring him senseless as a wild beast. His unthinking, instinctual urge to thrash unsettled the druid, who had spent countless years wresting control of his temper, of his wildshape, of the desire to stay in bear form more often than in his true elven form. He nearly ran into several other market goers as he mulled over his outburst while navigating the market. He was mostly still lost in his thoughts when Astarion meandered up to a booth.
He watched from afar as Astarion bartered with a vendor of perfumes and bejeweled bottles of essential oils. One of the things he enjoyed most about his vampire is that he smelled so, so good. Trips to the perfumer or alchemist were not uncommon for Astarion, and Halsin hadn't thought twice about the relationships he had been building within the city as vendors returned slowly once their storefronts were rebuilt. His ever-talkative and ebullient vampire was chatting with the vendor as he reached out for a particular bottle on the table.
Halsin felt his eyes narrow and the fine baby hairs on the back of his neck raise as the vendor ran his hand on top of Astarion's fingers, lingering there a beat too long. Before Halsin realized it, he felt pulled, like the ocean being pulled by the forces of Faerun's moon, towards the booth, his top lip curled in a snarl. His bulk cast a shadow over the perfumer's table, then his face.
"That's enough ," he barked at the vendor, who withdrew his hand quickly, eyes wide at the hulking bear of a man, whose eyes glinted an odd gold. Both the vendorâs hands raised upward in a gesture of surrender, and he backed several steps away from his table, eyeing Halsin all the while. Astarion took advantage of the distraction, slipping the bergamot essential oil into his pocket.Â
"My apologies, darling," he purred at the vendor, before wrapping a delicate arm around Halsin's bicep. "Come now, dear Halsin," he said, steering the large man away from the booth. "This is the second time today that you've thrown a tantrum," the vampire purred under his breath as they ambled back towards the Elfsong, Astarion's pockets heavier with the same amount of gold he had set off with, but several vials of oils that were new. "Not that I mind your recent spree in enacting violence or threats thereof, to be clear. But is something wrong?"
Halsin did not need Astarionâs words to know that the vampire didnât mind the violence. From the moment he'd stormed to the booth, the large druid had been able to smell Astarion's arousal. Halsin did not answer immediately, acknowledging the question with only a growl from the back of his throat. He was distracted by the dampness that had to be staining Astarin's panties. Halsin's hand quivered as it pulled the little elf closer, settling on his lower back, Halsin's fingertips pressing into his flesh after slipping under the vampire's linen shirt.
His scent maddened Halsin. He pulled at the front of his trousers absentmindedly, trying to hide his own growing erection. He normally had more self-control than this - to be brought to half-hardness in the middle of public was unheard of. A shameful loss of control. He felt his face and ears flush, adding a tinge of red to his suntanned skin.
"I⊠do not know what has come over me," Halsin muttered, running his hand through his auburn locks. A lie. He did know⊠or the deeper, instinctual, beastial part of him did anyway. Halsin's knowing was not based off his centuries of life, and the subsequent knowledge he had of the movements of the celestial bodies around Faerun. Halsin knew the full moon was approaching, even deep in his unconscious mind, the deep, feral part of him that made the druid restless amongst the camp.
"I simply⊠can't abide the thought of anyone else touching you," he admitted after several additional minutes of quiet, when they finally had made it to the private room in the Elfsong they had rented for the evening. Astarion had been eyeing him up and down the whole time, his hand lazily dragging up and down Halsin's well-muscled forearm as they strolled side by side. Their room was on the bottom floor, conveniently close to the bar, but far enough down several twists of a hallway that nothing could be heard - and no one could hear them.
The solid oak door, salvaged from the original Elfsong after the Netherbrain attack, creaked as it was opened, revealing their far-more-superior-than-a-bedroll amenities for the evening. Heavy curtains hung on either side of several windows. Gauzy sheer curtains hung between them, allowing only the flicker of the city streetlamps to seep through. A settee, table, and a couple of chairs were arranged on one side of the room, and on the other side was a large four-poster bed, draped with burgundy velveteen bed linens and piled with pillows.
"Could it be something to do with the wholeâŠ" Astarion said as he turned to lock the door, then sauntered over to perch himself on the edge of the bed, "you know. Bear thing ?" The vampire accentuated his question with a wave of his delicate wrists, then mimed claws by curling his thin fingers.
Halsin raised his gaze to Astarion's ruby eyes. Gods, he was beautiful. Stunning. Inconceivably tempting. He was drawn to the little elf, and knelt on the floor before Astarion, his hands wrapping behind his calves. He could nearly touch his fingertips to his thumbs with the motion. His little vampire, his little bird; so vicious, Astarion could be, but also so delicate. Halsin felt possessiveness roil in his stomach as he thought again of the handsy vendor, and of anyone's hands touching his territory. His sigh had an edge to it, almost like a growl.
"That is precisely what worries me, my heart," Halsin said, his eyes not raising to meet Astarion's. He was face-level with his mate's crotch, and he felt his hands pull at Astarion's legs to part them, to give him easier access to the sweetness at the apex of his thighs he had been smelling the whole way to their room.
"Worries you?" Astarion asked with a little yelp at the sudden opening of his legs. He fell back onto his elbows on top of the velvet bedding and peered down at Halsin. "Darling, you worry too much. I know exactly what the problem is."
Halsin's face jerked upward as his hands slid up too, dipping into the waistline of Astarion's trousers and pulling downward. "What would that be," he asked, his voice low and deep.
"Well, to begin with, you haven't allowed yourself to finish in a week," the little elf said, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "That's enough to drive any man mad, let alone with the stress you've been under from this whole finding-your-inner-bear process." He raised his hips to allow Halsin to more easily remove his trousers, his back a delicate arch. Halsin wanted to pin the smaller man beneath him, to have that arch reversed, to press his hips so hard into Astarion's that there would be bruises for a week. His breath shuddered at the intrusive thought and he shook his head.Â
"It is too close to the full moon to allow myself to take you fully," Halsin explained, pressing his face against Astarion's panties. They were soaking wet, the pale lace stained darker where Astarion's slit pressed against the material. Halsin's erection throbbed against his pants, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. "Last month. The full moon. IâŠ"
Astarion couldn't answer at the moment, biting his lower lip at the sensation of Halsin's nose pressing softly against his swollen clit. He fought back a whimper as the druid dipped lower, his nose pulling from his clit and sliding down the gusset of his panties. Astarion's legs were lifted from the floor, and up, as Halsin rose from a kneel and pushed Astarion by his knees further onto the bed. He clambered onto the mattress after him, his tongue lapping sloppily at the apex of Astarion's thighs the entire time.
Halsin had always been one to ask for confirmation, verbally or otherwise before a change of position, before he made big moves. But the larger elf's tongue was too busy lolling about, dragging along Astarion's inner thighs where the lace met his milky skin. He settled in comfortably on the mattress, lying on his belly with his head framed by either of Astarion's thighs.
"You were fine ," Astarion whined, raising his hips, against the warmth, "And you will be fine tonight, too, if you'd stop thinking so bloody much." He ached to toss one of the pillows onto which he had been pushed. Maybe a gentle bonk would knock some sense into his lover. Astarion's confidence quaked, however, when Halsin's head pulled quickly away from his groin.Â
"Astarion⊠you cannot possibly know.." The druid shifted on the mattress, raising up on his elbows to make eye contact with the vampire.
"Know? Please , Halsin. You were fine last month, what's different now?" His voice was whiny, petulant.
Halsin paused, a rumble in his throat, both at Astarion's casual dismissal of his concern and at the desire to lap at the sweetness pooling between his legs. He slipped a finger past the lace, grazing slightly along the outside of Astarion's slick folds.
"Did you know that more babies are born on full moons? And that a myriad of spells and rituals must be performed when the moon is brightest?" Halsin explained, slipping a finger inside the smaller elf, who was so deliciously tight around even just one finger that it made his head spin. Halsin pressed his groin against the mattress, rolling his hips against it absentmindedly. "Do you truly believe that the moon, which influences even the ocean tides of Faerun, does not affect people as well? Last month, in that clearing, I feltâŠcloser to the Bear than I ever have in my life."
He shifted again, crawling upwards along Astarion's torso, before pressing his body to his lover's. The coolness of Astarion's porcelain skin was a balm that Halsin ached for. A territory he ached to claim. If Astarion had to breathe, he would have struggled to do so underneath Halsin's thick body, so firmly did he press his lover into the goose feather-stuffed mattress. Halsin's bulk was fully spread across him, and Astarion could not have been more delighted at how the larger elf seemed to lose himself in the moment with him.
Despite his words, his hesitation, his concern⊠Halsin felt an instinctual pull to touch Astarion, to claim his body and mind with his touch, his tongue, his cock, that felt even more intense than normal. He couldn't have pulled his hand away from the vampire's cool wetness if he tried - and he was. Trying, that is. His biceps burned with the attempt to curl his hand upward and away, to prevent this delicious touch that was satisfying his most carnal cravings. Instead, Halsin's fingers curled inside his mate's cunt, stroking rhythmically against the spongy tissue inside that marked the spot that pleased his lover the most.
Astarion's legs quivered in response, shaking against Halsin's sides, a cooling effect as opposed to the heat emanating from the druid like a sun-warmed brick. The contrast made Halsin shiver, and he lifted up with a grunt, the haze of lust lifting only slightly from his mind, and fear nagging at the back of it instead. He bid his tongue to work, to function, so that he could speak his concerns audibly to the vampire. While he struggled for his words, his thumb swirled languidly around Astarion's clit. The pale elf's whimpering at the sensation demanded his attention - and also his pause.
"I cannot hurt you, my heart, and IâŠ. I fear that I will lose control if I allow myself to indulge in your body while the moon is at its brightest," he finally said. He wasn't sure that Astarion was truly paying attention, by the way the vampire was writhing on the bedspread and pressing his hips into Halsin's thick fingers.
Astarion scoffed at the thought, his sharp nails scraping against the sheets of the bed, pulling the linens taut in his fist. "I am immortal darling, and heal quickly. Please, spare me the hero act," he tutted, raising himself up with one hand to sit at an incline. He brought his other hand to the bony part of Halsin's chin, curling his fingertips underneath, pulling his face forward. "If you don't take me here and nowâŠ" Astarion warned, his voice an octave lower and tinged with the rumble of a slight growl.
It was an empty threat, of course. The vampire would never seek satisfaction elsewhere, he was wholly satisfied with Halsin. But he knew how Halsin enjoyed being told what to do, how the druid hungered for direction after so many years of having to choose, to be in control, to set expectations. Halsin was also dreadfully territorial, and the threat of Astarion flitting away to satisfy himself with his own fingers alone was enough to send the druid into a fit, not quite a rage, but a fervor to thoroughly debauch and lay claim to what was rightfully his. To make Astarion his. And to make sure that he knew it.
The pale elf did not have to finish the sentence; Halsin's eyes flashed a golden glow only a second before he lunged forward, pressing his lips against Astarion's smirking mouth. Astarion found himself pinned once again to the mattress, Halsin's chest and groin pressed against his. The larger elf ground his hips against the vampire's damp panties, teasing the sensitive nub against the delicate lace. A pity, that it would probably get torn, but Astarion didn't care - he was too preoccupied with how Halsin's tongue teased apart his lips to explore his mouth. It was hot and dominating, as if the druid seeked to claim his mouth by touching every bit of his tongue in wide, searing, open-mouthed kisses. Astarion returned the passion with gusto, curling his fingers into Halsin's auburn locks, grabbing a fistful at the base of his skull.
But only for a moment - for a growl from Halsin startled him, it seemed different than his normal lovemaking noises. It was almost animalistic, rather than elven-made, and Astarion's grip loosened enough for the druid to grab his wrists in one large hand and pin them to the mattress above the pale elf's head. Astarion grinned mischievously as Halsin's face pulled from his, capturing his lower lip between his teeth, which seemed... sharper, somehow. As if Halsin had grown fangs like his own.
His deep ruby eyes squinted at Halsin's mouth, but he could not tell a difference in the candlelight of the rented room, especially when Halsin's head was moving lower, to press kisses - and bites? - along his slender frame. His mate was not normally a biter. He let it be Astarionâs habit, and yet the vampire felt his large, hot mouth open wide to mark his porcelain skin, his flesh sucked between Halsin's teeth and held firmly. Not too painfully, for Astarion had experienced much worse, but the bites were hard enough that the vampire was sure he'd have bruises for several weeks once they blossomed on his pale skin.
All Halsin could think of is how he wanted to mark his territory, to cover the pale canvas before him in purple and blue and red marks, using Astarion's flesh and blood as paint, to leave teeth marks on his skin like he had left claw marks on the bark of birches in his forest. Typically, he loathed the idea of leaving welts or bright red stripes from his nails. Astarion was a marble sculpture that Halsin's more conservative side hated to mar. With what little restraint he felt that he still had available to him, Halsin lowered himself instead, further down, trailing teeth and tongue along his lover's pale belly, lower still to the lace panties which seeped with Astarion's need.
Astarion's scent was intoxicating, like a she-bear in heat, and Halsin dove in, pressing his face against the fabric again, so firmly that it pushed his nose flat. He opened his mouth, his wide wet tongue leaving a searing stripe along Astarion's pussy lips even through the fabric. The movement pulled a pathetic mewl from the vampire, whose hands were shifted lower, pressed to his own chest as Halsin dove down into his cunt. Astarionâs fingers clenched, sharp nails digging into his palms. How he hated being held down. How he loved it. He could only gyrate his hips, raising them as much as he could, but not for long.
Halsin's other hand wrapped around Astarion's waist, and the druid growled in satisfaction. He relished in the size difference between himself and his mate, how he could touch his fingers when fully encircling the little vampire - especially when he pressed down, pinning Astarionâs lower half to the mattress as well. He groaned at the thought as he lapped his broad tongue at Astarion's lower lips through the lace.
"A mess," Halsin growled, again, deeply, in a more animalistic manner than he had ever previously, glancing upward from Astarion's needy cunt to make eye contact. Glowing golden met ruby red only long enough for Halsin to speak. "Such a sloppy, sweet boy for me. So needy, my heart⊠how badly do you ache to be filled by me?"Â
Astarion had no words in response to Halsin's, nor in response to the druid's actions. His lover enjoyed dirty talk, and was generous with his praise at all times, including in their bed, but this was on another level. Before he could process the words fully, the larger elf dove back down to Astarion's pussy and gathered the lace in his teeth. Halsin nodded downward, and his teeth - the druid's mind faintly realized they must be sharper than normal, tore the fabric with ease, leaving the vampire fully exposed. The remnants of the lacy fabric rolled upward, curling about the silk waistband.
Astarion was not one to be taken by surprise during their evenings (and mornings, and afternoons) of rolling about in the bedrolls, but Halsin had always been most careful with his belongings, including any delicate little thing that Astarion had purchased to wear for him. So, the snap of the fabric was accompanied by an audible gasp from the vampire.
Now that Astarionâs cunt was bared fully, Halsin paused for just a moment to take the sight in, to appreciate how beautiful his mate truly was. Astarion was stunning, his lips plump and pink from Halsin's attention, slick with both saliva and Astarion's wetness, his need . Halsin stroked a calloused finger between the folds, circling his clit lazily, but with intent, pulling a whine from Astarion's lips. Something within Halsin stirred, and he felt some of the stitches at the front of his trousers rip to accommodate his growing girth. He hadn't had that happen before, and looked down. Did the growth of the moon also mean now the growth ofâŠ? Halsin shook away the thought, that's not what he cared about at the moment.
Instead, he felt as though he was still starving, despite his face and chin being covered in the vampire's slick already, and he wanted to direct his attention solely on Astarion. He was so pitifully empty. He slipped a finger inside, then two, testing how needily Astarion's cunt gripped his fingers, then he withdrew them, licking his fingers while keeping his gaze trained on Astarion's eyes. The vampire's expression was full of surprise, his pupils blown out fully in a haze of arousal and need as he teetered on the edge of his pleasure. His alabaster skin shone with small beads of sweat from Halsin's teasing, and his hair had been mussed by being pressed into the silk pillows behind him.
Oakfather help him, Astarion was in a wretched state, so full of want, so ready to be fucked, to be bred. How Halsin couldn't wait to fill him to the brim, to press himself and his seed deep inside Astarion's womb. Had he been more conscious of his thoughts, he'd think it odd, for of course his seed was null when inside a vampire.Â
But you must , something within him spoke as he stroked at Astarion's outer folds with his thick fingers. The druid inhaled deeply, then broke eye contact to dive into them, slathering his tongue inside Astarion's slit like licking honey off the comb.
Halsin's nose pressed against Astarion's clit, and the pale elf's hips rose to press against the sensation. He curled his slender fingers in Halsin's auburn mane, pressing his head down, harder onto the throbbing bundle of nerves that ached for attention. He'd been eaten out by Halsin dozens, if not hundreds of times at this point, but had the druid's tongue ever slipped inside his pussy so deeply? With such aâŠcurl to it? Almost as if it were prehensile, pressing against his G-spot relentlessly.
Astarion couldn't recall, but then again, he could barely think. Halsin's mouth was too much a distraction as it explored inside him, between his folds, and then to his clit, suckling on it as though it were a teat, the friction and speed making his head rush so much, almost too much. And yet, not enough either, because he was close to that moment of bliss in which the lines of pleasure and pain blurred and became most intoxicating when enjoyed together.
Halsin noticed how Astarion's nails dug into his scalp, how his legs wrapped around him and his heels dug into the druid's shoulder blades, pulling him close, trapping his head and mouth against the vampire's soaking, needy cunt. He couldn't hold back the growl that was forming deep in his belly, then his chest, and finally from his mouth, snarling like a bear that was being stung while lapping honey from the hive. But he dove incessantly, lifting Astarion's hips from the mattress and pulling them up, do his face, to bury his nose and lips and chin into his wetness. Astarion could only mewl pitifully in response. He gripped onto Halsin's head and shoulders with what little strength he had; his hands and legs shook with pleasure.
 "H-Halsin!" Astarion said, his voice cracking, almost raspy, as the druid's practiced tongue and scorching mouth pulled him over the ledge... And into the orgasm which made stars burst behind his eyelids, his head spin, and wetness erupt from his cunt and drip down, over Halsin's chin, between Astarion's asscrack, soaking the bed beneath them. The vampire's arms and legs went nearly limp. He was held up only by Halsin's strength before having his lower body pressed to the mattress once more, Halsin's broad hand spanning his hips almost completely when spread wide, from thumb to pinky.
His vision was blurred as he stared at the ceiling dreamily, still riding the waves of bliss from his climax. Halsin's attentions this evening were intense, unforgiving, and almostâŠferal. The word came to Astarion's mind right as Halsin's face appeared above him. The druid crawled up, over the smaller elf's trembling body, to press his torso fully against Astarion's, shoulder to pelvis, and gaze down at his lover. His expression was almost unreadable, and tinged by something Astarion couldn't quite place. It pulled a memory from the back of his mind, back when they hadn't yet banished the shadow curse. Fear?
"Halsin?" He asked, abandoning his 'darling' pet name, the bliss of climax fading quickly in the literal face of fear he gazed into. Halsin's hair had fallen from his ponytail, his braids fluttering about his face.
"I⊠I need to stop. I cannot do this today. Not tonight," Halsin whispered hoarsely, pulling a hand upward to hold the side of Astarion's face, caressing the flushed tip of his pointed ear. "I keep⊠feeling wild urges. Almost as though I'm experiencing what bears do, their...seasons."
Astarion's ruby eyes grew wide with realization - it wasn't some noble, heroic act that Halsin was acting upon, no white-knight silliness that the vampire always viewed with derision. Halsin was genuinely concerned about how dangerous he might be with the 'full acceptance' of the bear, or however he had explained it. His need to mate and breed.
How thrilling . There was nothing that could get the little vampire going more quickly than a taste of danger, the thrill of the hunt. And the idea of his noble, gentle Halsin, losing himself to his monstrous side. Becoming as monstrous as vampires are. Astarion's loins tingled at the idea of his lover losing control - more specifically, losing control over him .
"I already explained darling, I'm immortalâŠ" Astarion purred, leaning upward to press his lips against Halsin's, cool tongue begging for entrance. Their tongues met briefly, before Halsin pulled away, panting. Sweat had beaded on his forehead, and Astarion could feel the press of his hardened cock - hells below, was it bigger than normal.. and what was that ... a knot against his slick-soaked cunt? "Breed me, Halsin," he whispered, pulling at the nape of Halsin's neck to lick along the sensitive ridge of his ear and further egg the druid on. "Breed me then, my love, knot me. Make me yours ." His words came out almost as a hiss, before he lapped at the tip of Halsin's ear. The larger elf groaned at both the sensation and his words, his erection grinding through his trousers against Astarion's pale skin.
"My heart⊠you⊠don't know what you're asking of me," Halsin panted, his voice low and gravelly. He pressed on the mattress to raise himself, unlace his trousers to free his pulsing erection. As his trousers slid down his well-muscled thighs and settled around his knees, Halsin's cock bobbed in the air. It was bigger than normal, shaped differently too⊠and a thick bulge at the base, near Halsin's balls. Astarion swore the druid had thicker body hair than normal, and traced the line of it with his eyes back over Halsin's torso, up to his neck, his face⊠where the druid's eyes glowed even a more fierce golden. His mouth was agape, and as he spoke, Astarion swore he saw elongated fangs poking out. "Once I enter you I will⊠not have control, Astarion," he explained, not breaking eye contact with the vampire, "I'll be ruthless. I'll ruin you."
Astarion's expression turned from curiosity, as his eyebrows raised and a sultry grin spread across it. His nimble hands reached down to grasp Halsin's cock - hells it was much bigger than normal - and brushed the sensitive tip against his slick folds. Halsin groaned with the sensation, his hips bucking in response, but kept his eyes locked to Astarion's.
"Then ruin me," replied the vampire in a husky voice, his words dripping with a tease, a taunt. It was a plea that came from the heart - Astarion ached to see this side of Halsin that was more like him , running on instinct, the basest level, the most animalistic and monstrous version he could get from Halsin save from a curse of vampirism or lycanthropy. And he wanted it all.
Halsin's eyes narrowed at his words, the hesitance in his expression fading instead to a feral focus as he slowly rolled his hips, thrusting into Astarion's hand, then past it, past the wet folds and inside the vampire. The pale elf moaned and lifted his hips, his eyes rolling upward momentarily at the stretch of Halsin's girth in his cunt. Halsin's breath escaped in a growl as he hunched over Astarion's form, his vampire's grin almost a taunt as he gazed up.
The stretch was delicious, Halsin was absolutely larger than normal, and so much warmer inside of him. The druid thrusts were tentative, as though he were testing the fit, or experiencing territory previously unexplored. It was too slow, too careful, tooâŠ. contemplative . That's not what Halsin's 'inner bear' or whatever was aching for, Astarion reckoned, and grinned to himself wider as he thought of how to truly have Halsin lose himself to his own need.
Astarion himself needed more , and nipped at Halsin's bottom lip, pricking it slightly while lapping inside the druid's mouth, seeking to deeply entwine himself with his lover. Halsin nearly snarled at pinch of his fangs, but in a way that didn't seem angry. It seemed more⊠primal. Astarion held back a pleasured scream as he felt the druid thrust himself into his pussy harder, deeper than he had previously. It was almost painful, the the head of the druid's thick cock pressing against his cervix, the walls of his pussy, slipping all the way out, brushing his lips, before quickly slamming back in.
Astarion fought the urge to crawl away, to escape the relentless press against his insides, the ache that hurt so deliciously, the stretch that stung to accommodate Halsin's girth. His hands were free now, and he grasped at the velveteen covers and the pillows as a way to not float away in pleasure, to remain somewhat grounded to this realm, to this experience. But a stronger means of keeping the vampire grounded appeared around his body - Halsin's large hands grasped at his hips, holding the vampire in place. Halsin's mouth curled into a snarl as he rutted into the tightness, his grunts of effort more like growls. Astarion's gaze flitted downward, at Halsin's firm grip, and in the fog of desire he noted briefly how Halsin's nails were longer, sharper. Halsin seemed to have grown claws of his own. The vampire's grin grew wider, his teeth grit together in satisfaction and lust.Â
"That's it love," he panted, his words ending on a high-pitched moan. Astarion wrapped his legs around Halsin's hips, digging his heels into the small of the druid's back.
It suited Halsin just fine, for he wanted nothing more than to be made one with Astarion. For the vampire to be made his . More than just lust whirled through Halsin's mind as he slammed into Astarion's cunt. The desire to fill him, make the vampire heavy with his seed, and then his cubs, to continue his lineage. To breed.
"Astarion⊠youâŠ" Halsin's words coming between his thrusts. The druid wrapped one arm around the vampire's lower back, lifting his lithe body up to his own bulk. Halsinâs other arm slid upwards and pressed onto the mattress, holding him up to not crush Astarion fully.
"Yes, darling, yes ," Astarion replied, egging him on, his slender fingers skittering up Halsin's chest, to grip onto his thick muscles. His claws dug in to keep the druid close. The pinpricks of blood drawn by his claws dribbled down Halsin's chest, and Astarion's eyes flashed with a different type of hunger. The druid bared his teeth at the sensation, his face hovering only inches from Astarion's. The vampire's eyes widened, as did his grin. He did have fangsâŠ
"You are.. going to come for me," Halsin growled, his hips moving more slowly, agonizingly slowly, the broad head of his cock pulling all the way out, pressing against Astarion's pussy lips, slick with wet, swollen with desire, and oh-so-sensitive. Astarion was in no place to argue, the sensation almost too much, nearly taking him to the edge then and there as the flare of Halsin's cock. His eyes closed, his pale white eyelashes fluttering against his reddened cheeks. Astarion was stunning, captivating, one of a kind. And his .Â
"And after you do," Halsin continued, "I am going to fill you up with so much of my seed that it will drip down your thighs for days." He continued rolling his hips lazily, immersing his cock deeply into Astarionâs body, grinding the front of his pelvis against his loverâs clit. The vampire could only writhe beneath Halsin, under the muscle and bulk of the druid. It delighted him to be in such a place, to be chosen and cherished andâŠ
"You are going to be bred like a bitch in heat, Astarion," Halsin huffed, his voice a rumbling growl as his mouth pressed firm bites on the vampire's pale porcelain neck. Astarion could only whimper in response, especially as the druid's mouth traveled over his old bite scar. Halsin's fangs slotted neatly into the old scarred divots, and he bit down hard, tasting a faint hint of copper as small droplets came to the surface. Astarion's eyes shot open and he gasped in shock, his breath coming out in a loud whimper, his throat vibrating in Halsin's mouth. The pressure of the bite was more of a surprise than the pain, and the blood drawn by the druid's fangs was miniscule at best, nothing like he had experienced before he became what he was. They fluttered closed again, his head tilting backwards, his silver curls falling about on the pillows and velveteen blanket under him.
But the most surprising of everything was Halsin's words , and Astarion's head spun with the idea of being claimed, being made Halsin's mate. His breath hitched and he keened with each thrust of the druid's thick cock inside him, the thought of being filled with Halsin's seed and then.. eventuallyâŠHis thoughts were spinning about in his head, his previously-unconsidered-until-today desire for this.. this breeding , this claiming, driving him into more of a frenzy than he thought previously possible.Â
" Yesss ," Astarion hissed in pleasure as his cunt was filled once again with Halsin's cock. "Yes, darling," he keened, his legs tightening around Halsin's hips, which seemed to be more of a stretch than it had been just minutes ago. And⊠hairier?
His eyes opened to a view which he could not have predicted, even with Halsin's forewarnings, muttered concerns and resistance. The moonlight filtered through the window panes, casting a pale white glow on his lover Halsin, who.. didn't look like Halsin. Not anymore.
The druid wasn't elven. He wasn't human. He was - something else - Astarion's grin returned to his face as he made eye contact with this bestial being above him - one whose eyes glowed golden much like Halsin's. And while there was also the scent of animal, slightly musky, it still smelled like Halsin, of fresh basil and honey. But the beast above him had a muzzle, and a wet black nose, and a maw full of sharp teeth the size of steak knives. The fur along the right side of his face had a swirled pattern, with four scars borne across the left side of its face.
A bear. A bear standing on his haunches, but not a true bear like found in the forest. It reminded him of a gnoll, but in a bear's skin. Its paws were more like humanoid hands, black thick claws at the fingertips pressing into Astarion's tender skin. Its shoulders were broad, and it stood upright like goblinkin and gnolls. And its cock - hells below - its cock was so thick, hotter now than just before Astarion had closed his eyes. And then it spoke.
"You're going to give me a whole litter of cubs, Astarion," he spoke, in Halsin's voice - but deeper, a bit more gravelly, rougher at the edges.
Halsin was one with the Bear. Astarion gasped, relishing with delight at not being the most monstrous partner of the pairing - for once.
" Darling ," moaned Astarion, for that was the only word he could speak at the revelation, his realization that Halsin was a werebear, and had shifted as the moonlight had made contact with his skin.
Halsin's balls ached for release each time it pressed against Astarion's ass with each thrust. But Halsin held back. He needed to wait. He needed to -
"Knot - '' the vampire moaned as Halsin thrust in particularly deeply, and Astarion felt the pressure of the bulge at the base of the werebear's cock. " Knot me , Halsin, please ." His begging was pitiful, uncharacteristic of the vampire. And Halsin, in this werebear form, could not resist the instinctual call to claim his mate. Especially when his mate was begging for it, in both his words and his wetness. Halsin's cock throbbed with need, with each thrust into Astarion's cunt getting him closer to claiming his mate. Halsin's furry balls slapped against Astarion's cool flesh, then pressed firmly at first, against the resistance of Astarion's pussy.
He needed to calm his mate, to soothe him, and Halsin pressed his wet nose against Astarion's ear. His long, hot tongue lolled out of his maw to lap at the edge of the vampire's pointed ear. It curled about the tip, stroking it steadily, matching the thrusts of Halsin's hips into Astarion. The vampire's pleasure came out in breathy moans as he leaned his head into the sensation, and as his pelvis rose to meet the hairy hips of his werebear mate.
The tongue unfurled from around his ear, and the druid growled his words beside Astarion's head. "You're going to look beautiful with a belly full of my cubs, Astarion," Halsin rumbled, his snout wrinkling as he bared his teeth in pleasure. Halsin's assertion was all Astarion needed to relax, to give in, to allow himself to experience the waves of climax that he had been hungering for.Â
The vampire keened with satisfaction, dragging his nails across the werebear's furry chest. Astarion's cunt spasmed with his orgasm, with pleasure, and then relaxed - and the werebear took his chance slamming further into Astarionâs cunt.. The vampire screamed in both pleasure and pain at the delicious stretch of Halsin's knot pressing against his insides, filling him completely. The druid's cock pushed against his cervix, fully against every pleasure point inside the vampire, and Astarion could only continue his silent scream of satisfaction as his cunt was filled to the brim and stretched to nearly tearing.
But he didn't care, it didn't matter, all that mattered was being filled by his love, by his mate, being claimed by the heat that coated his insides as Halsin reached climax right after him, his thick bear cock twitching as he came inside of Astarion. Halsin roared in satisfaction, his erection still pulsing. His seed poured past his knot, dripping more spend onto the sheets that were already ruined by the claws on his hind feet that had been tearing at them.
Both men's breaths came in panting huffs, and Astarion had closed his eyes again as he climaxed. He held Halsin in place with his legs, forbidding the druid from pulling out of him, and noticed that he had to soon squeeze tighter... and that the body he had encircled with them was markedly less hairy.Â
"My heart," Halsin said, his voice less of a growl, "my mate."Â
Astarion's eyes fluttered open, to look upward at Halsin, now back in his elven form, his eyes flashing golden still in the pale moonlight. Astarion smiled at him, at the mess they both were - sweat and blood and cum-slicked all over, the ruined bedcover beneath them. And at the knowledge that he could never doubt his druid's devotion to him.
"My sweet bear," drawled Astarion, pulling Halsin in for a lazy, gentle kiss as they lay intertwined, "You knowâŠI've never minded being caressed by claws..."
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Lovely To Be Rained On With You
Summary: 3K. Reader and Joel rush to find shelter from the storm
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, post-outbreak, oral f!receiving, unprotected PIV, creampie
A/N: okay I have spent so much time on here reading other Joel fics and enjoying myself so I kinda wanted to give back. but first of all I need to get three things off my chest. one, it's been a long time since I've written anything. two, this is my first writing The Last of Us. three, and probably most important as I beg for kindness, it's my first time writing smut. this has been sitting in my docs for too long so Imma just press post and walk away. enjoy! AO3
The weather was changing rapidly. Not long ago it had only been partly cloudy, but now, for as far as the eye could see, the sky was one massive, threatening cloud. The leaves danced on their branches as the gusting wind flowed through them; their rustling a constant melody accompanied by the quickening beat of two pairs of boots.
Tightening the grip on your rifle, you look up at the darkening sky. The weapon could protect you from a lot, but not from this. It had been four days since you left camp and it was still another dayâs walk until you returned.Â
There was no outrunning this storm.
A few feet ahead of you Joel Miller marches onward, his broad frame and long legs setting a rapid pace you struggle to keep up with. The pack on your back is overfilled and heavy with recently looted goods. It causes your steps to be slow, more cautious and measured.Â
You take a deep breath, âJoelâŠ?â you begin. Youâre both thinking it. Someone has to say it out loud. âItâs gonna pour in any minute.â
His graying curls dance along with the leaves in the wind. He steps over a fallen tree then turns and offers his hand to help you over. You graciously accept it, sliding your fingers over his calloused hand. The weight of the bag digs into your shoulders as you step over. Had it not been for the heavy sack you would have been closer to camp by now, but those supplies are the sole reason the two of you journeyed so far away.
âI know,â he says as you join him on the other side of the log.Â
âWeâre too far from campââ
âI know,â he repeats, his brows furrowing. He scouts the distance, bright eyes scanning left and right, through the trees and beyond. A bead of sweat slowly falls down his face, the unseasonable hot May weather demanding to be acknowledged.
âThere was a cabinâŠâ he trails off, lost in thought. You look ahead, only seeing trees. âDâyou remember? Was it before or after all those alliums we saw?â
You think back and try to remember this area from a few days ago but a lot had happened since: Joel injured his shoulder wrestling with a jammed door; you found and promptly devoured a can of ravioli; there were two separate attacks with solitary infected; finding the motherlode of supplies in what looked like a doomsday prepperâs basement; oh, and then there was last night.Â
Still riding the high of finding all those medical supplies and ammunition (and a bottle of bourbon), the two of you spent last evening in high spirits. You shared stories and laughed and drank. Joel hummed a tune that had you swaying your hips and smiling towards the obsidian sky. For a moment things felt so easy and normal.Â
At some point that night, with only a sliver of the moon in the sky, you stumbled in the darkness and fell into Joelâs arms. You had looked up at him, your hand rested on his strong chest as you breathed in the scent of him. Your body tingled where his hands pressed into your waist. The stars twinkled above him as he smiled crookedly and whispered, âyâokay, sweetheart?â and you nearly confessed. Nearly told him how you truly felt about him. Nearly revealed you knew he watched you when he thought you couldnât see.Â
Nearly kissed his gorgeous face.Â
But then he dropped his hands, the magic of the moment gone, and you swallowed your feelings. You fell asleep last night wishing things were different. Wishing Joel was yours.Â
A single raindrop plopping on your forehead brings you back to the present. âWe saw the cabin first,â you recall. âAnd then the flowers.â
Joel nods, walking forward even faster than he had before. He too must have felt a raindrop.Â
The two of you continue onwards, the sky teasing you with singular drops of rain as you migrant the woodsy terrain. It doesnât take long until you see them in the distance.Â
Alliums. The purple flowers, towering high on skinny stalks, sway in the wind. The bulbous plant, petals like bursting fireworks, are scattered across the field. The sight of them brings you relief. It shouldnât be much longer until you find the cabin.Â
Just as you walk past the last bunch of flowers the sky begins to open up. The rain comes softly at first. Small drops that slide off your skin and moisten your clothing. Foolishly, you believe if it continues like this youâll be fine. But as lightning shoots across the sky and thunder shakes your body, the drops grow heavier, their frequency increasing.Â
The rain continues to fall harder as you trek on. The sound of water blanketing the land drowns out everything else. Joel turns and looks behind at you, his normally bouncy hair weighted down and plastered to his face. Another clap of thunder rings as the rain soaks through you. It seeps all the layers of your clothing, through your jeans, through your socks, pooling in your boots.Â
Walking is becoming more difficult as your boots sink into the mud, your clothes are soaked through and heavy and your cumbersome backpack doesnât help. Youâre about to yell ahead, tell Joel it doesnât even matter anymore, that youâre too tired, but then you see the cabin.Â
Itâs a tiny little thing. The sheltered patio leads into one cozy room. To your right is a kitchenette, directly in front of you is a small living space, and further back, against the wall rests a bed. Thereâs a closed off area there as well, presumably a bathroom.Â
Joel crosses the cabin, his hand resting on the pistol holstered to his hip, and peers into the smaller room. His posture relaxes and he gives a quick nod. The cabin is safe.Â
You rest your rifle against the wall by the door and unceremoniously drop your bag. Relief spreads through your bones. You arch your back and stretch your arms upwards, pulling the muscles along your spine. You glance across the room and there it is againâJoel is watching you. His eyes travel your body and linger where your soaked top clings to your chest.
Heâs lost in the sight of you. You raise your arms higher, his gaze warming your cheeks and your core, and you push your chest further out to taunt him. The wet fabric is unforgiving and you're sure he can see your hardened nipples even from across the room.Â
You decide to break the silence. âYou think it will last long?â
Joel snaps to attention, his eyes finding yours as he runs his fingers through his hair. âHuh? What was that?â
âThe storm,â you pause to lick your lips. âDo you think itâll last long?â
Joel sets his backpack down at the head of the bed. âNot too sure,â he looks past you out the window at the turbulent weather, âregardless, we should stay here for the night.â He opens his bag and begins to rummage through it.Â
You nod as you walk over to the foot of bed. With your back facing him you sit on the edge. âIn that case Iâm gonna get out of these clothes.â
You wrap your fingers under the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. You toss the clothing and it lands with a loud slap on the wooden floor. After kicking off your boots and socks you lift your hips off the bed enough to push your jeans to your thighs. You struggle to get the tight and stiff wet denim off your legs.Â
You lean back on your forearms and look behind at Joel. Heâs suddenly very interested in his bag. You watch as he digs around, the muscles in his arms pressing against his tee. His face is glistening wet and it highlights the slope of his nose and the curve of his jaw. Heâs just as handsome as always.Â
âHey, Joel?â You bite your lip and wait for his attention.Â
His hands still as he looks down at you. âYes, sweetheart?â
The endearment makes your heart swell. You swing your dangling legs. âCan you help me out of these? Theyâre giving me trouble.â
He looks at the jeans halfway down your thighs. Youâve changed in front of Joel before but after last night, after spending so much time alone with him, things have gotten intimate. You feel exposed half undressed in your mismatched undergarments, but itâs also exciting and your breath quickens under Joelâs glare.Â
âYeah, I can help,â he nearly whispers. He drops his bag on the floor, the stuff within no longer important, and rounds the bed. You lift your legs when he gets close and await his touch.Â
He holds your ankles first. Gathering the material there, he attempts to pull, but the jeans barely move. So his hands climb up, over your calves, then behind your knees, and when they reach your thighs he pauses. He hooks onto the edge of the material, his thick fingers touching your bare skin, and pulls.
The jeans start to give way. As he tugs your body jostles, your breasts bouncing lightly in your worn bra, each jerk becoming more arousing. Once heâs peeled your pants off he discards them onto the floor along with your shirt.Â
âThere ya go,â he says as he comes between your legs and leans in. âWill you be needinâ anything else?â
He looks at you, his eyes intense and questioning. Heâs so close you can feel his body heat, even with his cool wet shirt brushing against your bare torso. A flash of lightning briefly brightens the room. You swallow hard and wait for the resounding thunder. You wonât repeat last night. You wonât let this moment pass.Â
âKiss me,â you whisper.Â
And suddenly Joelâs lips are pressed against yours. He kisses you hungrily, mashing himself against you, finally feeding the longing youâve both felt for some time. You part your mouth and allow his tongue entry as you melt into him. You explore each other, your hands running along his chest as youâre rendered breathless under his kissing. Your fingers tangle in his shirt. You pull at the fabric wanting to feel his skin against yours.Â
Joel breaks from the heated kiss and straightens his body. His eyes are dark and filled with lust as he yanks his shirt off. You watch him as you scoot back on the bed and fully lay down. He kicks off his boots and undoes his belt and jeans. His body is strong from years of manual labor. Thereâs a line of hair on his soft belly that trails under his boxers. Â
âWhat else do you need, sweetheart?â
You canât tell if the roaring in your ears is the sound of the rain or of your quickly beating heart. Joel waits for your answer as he unclips the gun holster from his belt and rests it on the floor. His hardening cock springs free when he drops his pants and boxers.Â
He strokes himself slowly and you watch as his cock gets harder in his grasp. You rub your thighs together, desperately seeking relief for the growing ache between your legs. You unclasp your bra and cup your breasts. Joel softly grunts when you pinch your nipples between your fingers.Â
The sight of him bare and beautiful leaves you breathless. He looks so handsome with his hair slicked back and glossy from the rain. The sight of his cock, hard and ready for you, sets you on fire. He licks his lips and all you can think about is those lips on you. On your mouth, on your tits, on your cunt. You have never wanted someone so badly.Â
âYou, Joel,â you finally say. âI need you.â
He smiles at your answer and makes his way onto the bed. He takes his time crawling up to you, planting kisses along the way. He pauses when he meets the apex of your legs.Â
His fingers curl around the band of your panties and he pulls them down and off. You open your legs, inviting him in, so desperate for his touch.Â
He looks up with hungry eyes. âI want to taste you,â he says as his fingers part your pussy lips, opening you even further for him.Â
Joel opens his mouth and presses his tongue against your cunt. He licks up, takes his time savoring you until he passes over your sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation has you moaning and lifting your hips to meet his mouth.Â
âOh, Joel,â you whine as he continues sucking and licking you, alternating between the flat of his tongue and the point of his tip. One of his large fingers finds the entrance to your hole and pushes inside.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet for me already,â he mumbles into your folds. âOne of my fingers isnât enough, is it?â
Your hands run through his hair as he inserts another finger inside you, your walls clenching around him. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them into the spot within you that has you moaning his name.Â
Your pleasure grows as Joel finds his rhythm, his mouth and hand working together to bring you closer and closer to orgasm.Â
âPlease, Joel,â youâre begging, pleading with him. âDonât stop! Iâm so close, please donât stop!â
So he doesnât. His moans join your screams of pleasure until the pressure in your core finally snaps. Your back arches and your legs shake as your orgasm rips through you. Joelâs fingers continue to work through your high, prolonging your pleasure until your legs relax and your grip loosens from his hair.Â
âFuck,â you exhale as Joel crawls up, his strong body caging around you. He leans into you, the touch of his skin on yours and the weight of him soothing your body. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck as one of his hands squeezes your breast, his fingers playfully twisting your nipple.Â
Heâs planting kisses on you again, on your neck, along your jaw, then on your lips. You moan when you taste your own release on his tongue as he slips it between your lips. You spread your legs further underneath him, a fire burning in your core that only he can put out. His cock rests thick and hard between you.Â
âI still need you,â you whisper, lifting your hips to grind yourself against the length of him. You need all of him, every pound and every inch. You need his touch, his lips, his moans. You need him around you. You need him in you.Â
He grunts as you rub against him, your wet hole eager to be filled.Â
âI need you too,â he whispers back as he reaches in between your bodies. He grabs himself and aligns the thick head of his cock at your entrance.Â
You whimper as he slowly pushes himself inside you. Inch by inch your walls stretch to accommodate his shaft. Seeds of pleasure start to grow when heâs fully inserted into you.Â
Joel stills inside you and looks into your eyes. His face is twisted in bliss. âGoddamn, your pussy is squeezing me so tight,â he rasps. He sharply exhales when you flex your cunt around him.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He begins to pump his hips then, making soft shallow thrusts until heâs gotten used to the feeling of you. He moans into your mouth as he picks up the pace, nearly pulling himself out of you entirely before plummeting back into your depths.Â
His dick is intoxicating. Waves of pleasure wash over you each time he rams himself deep in you. He fills you completely, your wet hole stretching around the length of him.Â
Joel begins stroking faster, his hips snapping into you at a blinding pace. Your fingers dig into his back when he rocks into the spot that makes you arch your back and moan his name.Â
He smiles, satisfied with the pleasure his cock gives you. âRight there?â He asks as he continues to mercilessly drill into you, pounding your sweet spot over and over again.Â
âYeaâoh my god, Joelâyes!â
Heâs already pushing you towards your next orgasm and he can sense it. He repositions your bodies, folding you nearly in half as he brings your knees up.Â
You scream out as the altered position lets him stroke deeper inside you. His cock hits your cervix, pain and pleasure meshing together, forcing you closer to the edge.Â
âYou like that, sweetheart?â Joel asks as your moans increase in volume. âLook at your pretty pussy juices making a mess⊠so fucking wet.â
You look down where the two of you are connected. You watch as he disappears inside you and then reappears again, shiny with your slick. The image makes your head spin.Â
âI⊠oh fuck! Iâm gonna⊠Iâm gonnaââ
âYouâre gonna cum on my cock for me? Huh?â His strokes are becoming more erratic, his own orgasm approaching. âGonna let me feel that pussy grip my dick while you cum?â
Joelâs filthy words combined with his dick destroying your cunt sends you over. You yell out as your orgasm knocks over you. Your pussy pulsates around Joel, pushing him over the edge. You milk his cock as he cums, his dick twitching inside you as his warm seed fills your hole.Â
The two of you lay there a while, Joel softening inside you as his body envelopes yours. When your body has relaxed and your breathing has slowed Joel softly presses his lips to yours. He rises and slowly pulls out. You feel your combined arousal spill out of you once heâs completely out of the warmth of your cunt. You immediately miss the fullness he gave you when he rolls over to lay beside you.Â
The storm continues on outside. Fat raindrops pellet the cabin and the wind rattles the windows. Staying in was a good call, the sky was already darkening with the approaching night.Â
You look over to Joel. His eyes are closed, his face is soft and relaxed. You donât think youâve ever seen him look so calm before.
âYâokay, sweetheart,â you ask, mirroring Joelâs words from last night.Â
Joel chuckles as he intertwines his fingers in yours. âYeah. I am now.â
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â â a/n: Hello everyone, sorry for the short notice. I've had a tough few days (insomnia, mostly), and had to take a little break. But I'm back and hope to be able to post chapters 5 and 6 in the next few weeks. Thanks again for your support and patience!
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It had been a few days since youâd ventured into James's world, and with that, a peculiar silence had settled over everything, thick and suffocating. The morning after your dinner together had dawned heavy with a sense of dread that gnawed at your stomach, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sight of James slipping past you like a shadow, his gaze averted as if your presence were a ghostly reminder of something he couldnât bear to confront.
You tried to catch his eye, hoping for a fleeting moment of connection, something to bridge the chasm that had formed between you. Yet, he always seemed to look away at the last possible second, as if he feared the intensity of your gaze would draw forth feelings he wasnât ready to face. Each time he turned his head, it felt like a small wound, reopening the ache of unspoken words and unresolved tension.Â
It hurt more than you expected.
Heâd been around, of course, often dropping Laura off at school, looking as handsome as ever but visibly worn down by an invisible burden. On one particular evening, you caught a glimpse of him through the dim light of the setting sun, his features sharp yet shadowed, eyes heavy with fatigue. The sight pained you; it was a reminder of the struggles he was wrestling with, of the grief that seemed to cling to him like a second skin.
At school, he continued to avoid you like the plague, slipping in and out during drop-offs and pick-ups. Each encounter made your heart race, a confusing mix of longing and disappointment washing over you.Â
One afternoon, as he picked Laura up, the air felt charged. He glanced in your direction for a fleeting moment, and your heart soared, only for it to plummet when he quickly turned away, his expression unreadable. In that instant, you caught a glimpse of his profileâhandsome, defined, yet somehow haunted by the spectres of his past.Â
You longed for him to break the silence, to bridge the gap between you with words or even a gentle touch, but he remained ensconced in his own silence, treating you like a spectre haunting the corners of his life. And deep down, you couldnât help but wonder if he saw you that way, tooâjust a ghost lingering in the echoes of his memories.
As you recalled those fleeting moments you had shared, a heaviness settled in your chest. The warmth of his body against yours, the way his large hand had cradled your face and hips, and the soft whisper of your name escaping his lipsâit all felt vivid, alive in your memory. Yet, each recollection came with the stark reminder of Mary, the wife he had lost, her absence casting long shadows over everything that might have been between you.
Guilt began to intertwine with your yearning, an insidious companion that lingered in the recesses of your mind. Had you tempted him into something he wasnât ready for? Was it selfish of you to wish for him to lean into those feelings, to seek solace in you while his heart still mourned the love he had lost? The conflict twisted within you, a complex blend of desire and sorrow that left you feeling hollow, as if you were reaching for something just beyond your grasp.
But as the days turned into an endless cycle of longing and uncertainty, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the ache in your heartâthe longing for connection, for understanding, for the warmth of his touch. With every glance, you couldnât help but wonder if he felt it too or if he was simply drowning in his own sorrow, oblivious to the chaotic whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.
It was an afternoon like any other, with the classroom quiet and still, the hum of the school day long gone. The children had all gone home, and you were left tidying up, humming softly to yourself as you wiped down the desks, erasing the chalk from the board. The fading light of the setting sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room, and you were almost ready to head home yourself.
Until you heard his voice.
âY/n?â
The sound stopped you in your tracks. Slowly, you turned toward the door, and there stood James, leaning slightly against the frame. The sight of him made your heart sink. His eyes, deep and brooding, seemed weighed down by something heavier than just exhaustion. His whole demeanourâshoulders slumped, head bowed slightlyâwas one of someone carrying far too much on his own. He looked utterly pathetic, and it wasnât just fatigue; it was something deeper, like a man on the edge of breaking but holding himself together out of sheer necessity.
You had never seen anyone look quite so lost. He looked so lost, like a sad puppy that had wandered too far from home. His sadness was so palpable, it made the air in the room feel thick, pressing against your chest. There was no hiding it, no masking it behind small talk or a forced smile. It was right there in his gaze, that flicker of torment that hadnât left since youâd first met him.
It hurt to see him like thisâmore than it should have, more than you wanted to admit.Â
He was always handsome, even in his weariness, but today he looked like a ghost of himself. Before, when you didnât know the full story, his sadness had seemed almost abstract, a mystery you couldnât quite solve. But now, with everything you knew about his pastâabout Mary, Laura, and the guilt that haunted himâit was impossible to not feel his pain as if it were your own.
You hesitated, unsure of what to say. The weight of his presence had stolen your voice. You tried to think of something casual, something that wouldnât betray how much seeing him like this affected you, but everything felt inadequate. How could you offer comfort when you felt so tangled up in your own feelings for him?
Finally, your voice, soft and tentative, broke the silence. "James... why are you here?"
He looked up at you, almost startled, as if he wasnât expecting you to acknowledge him. His eyes met yours for only a brief moment before dropping again, his fingers fidgeting slightly at his side. He looked embarrassed, maybe even ashamed to be there, as if he didnât belong anywhere anymore.
âLauraâŠâ His voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper, like it took everything in him just to speak. âShe forgot her maths book.â He paused, swallowing thickly before continuing. âWe started her homework, and it was only then she noticed it was missing.â
His explanation was so simple, so mundane, and yet the way he said it made it feel like so much more. Like this wasnât just about a forgotten book. It was about him reaching out, searching for somethingâperhaps even without knowing what. You nodded, trying to keep your expression neutral, though your heart ached for him.Â
He was a mess, a man so clearly lost in his own grief and guilt, and it pained you to see him standing there, barely holding himself together. He looked like he could fall apart at any moment, and yet, here he was, making the effort for Laura, for something as trivial as a schoolbook. You swallowed the lump in your throat and turned toward the shelves where you kept the childrenâs books. âI see... Let me find it for you,â you said, your voice gentle, careful, not wanting to add to the weight he was already carrying.
As you moved to locate the book, your mind raced. James had always been distant, but today was different. He looked shattered, a man barely hanging on, and the worst part was knowing that nothing you said or did could fix that. His sadness was his own, something too deep and personal for anyone to reach, but it didnât stop you from wanting to try. Even if you couldnât save him, you wanted to at least ease the burden, to remind him that he didnât have to carry it alone.
When you turned to see James, he had already stepped into the classroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The sound sent a shiver through you, sharp and sudden. You hadnât expected him to come any closer, but there he was, just a few feet away now, the air between you suddenly thick with something unspoken.
Your heart began to race, and you could feel it in your chest as you inhaled the faint scent of his cologneâa subtle, masculine fragrance that was almost too quiet to notice. Yet it wasnât too quiet for you. You had spent so many days since that afternoon thinking about him, about every detail of him, that missing his scent would be impossible.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure as you retrieved the book from the shelf, but when you turned back to hand it to him, your fingers trembled. You reached out, the textbook in your hand, but instead of just taking it, Jamesâs hand brushed against yours. His touch was gentle, but there was something intentional about it, something that made your breath catch in your throat.
He didnât pull away.
His hand remained on yours, fingers curling slightly around the book, but he didnât move. He just stood there, his gaze locking with yours for the first time in days. His eyes, so full of sadness and longing, seemed to search for something in you, something he couldnât say out loud. And for a moment, everything else disappearedâthe classroom, the empty halls, the world beyond those four walls. It was just you and him, standing there in the stillness, the weight of all that had been left unsaid pressing down on both of you.
You couldnât move. His eyes held you in place, and you saw something in them you hadnât seen beforeâa hesitation, a vulnerability that made your chest tighten. His lips parted as if he were about to speak, but nothing came out at first. He just stood there, his body tense, his hand still on yours, his expression torn between so many emotions that it was almost painful to witness.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, two simple words finally broke the silence.
âIâm sorry.â
His voice was soft, barely more than a whisper, but it hit you like a tidal wave. The apology was raw, carrying with it all the weight of the things he couldnât sayâthe regret, the guilt, the pain that had been eating away at him since that day. And in that moment, you realised just how much he had been struggling, how much he had been carrying alone. Your breath hitched, and you felt your chest tighten again, this time with the surge of emotions youâd been holding back. His hand was still on yours, his touch warm, but there was a distance between you now that went beyond physical space. It was the distance of two people caught between what had happened and what could never be undone.
You wanted to say something, anything to reassure him, to tell him it was okay, that you didnât blame him for what happened between you. But the words wouldnât come. All you could do was stand there, trembling under his gaze, as his apology hung in the air between you like a fragile, broken thing.
Jamesâs lips trembled again, as if he wanted to say more, but he didnât. He just stood there, looking at you with those sad, haunted eyes, and for the first time, you saw how close he was to breaking.
But then, slowly, his other hand rose, trembling slightly as it reached toward you. You didnât move, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers gently brushed a strand of your hair. The contact was so delicate, almost reverent, as though he feared you might break if he held on too tightly.
He pulled the strand toward his face, his movements hesitant and slow, and before you could fully comprehend what he was doing, James pressed the strand of your hair against his nose. His eyes fluttered closed, and he inhaled deeply, breathing you in as though he had been starved of the scent, like it was something heâd been longing for since the last time he held you close. His chest rose with the depth of his breath, the movement laboured, as if the act itself was painful.
The sight of him, standing there with your hair pressed against his face, was intimateâachingly so. There was a vulnerability to him that broke something inside you, as if you were seeing a part of James he had kept hidden, even from himself. His expression twisted, and though his eyes were shut, you could see the torment etched across his featuresâthe crease of his brow, the tight line of his jaw, the way his lips parted with an unspoken agony.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered again, his voice trembling. He sounded broken, the words choked out like they were tearing him apart from the inside. âIâm so sorry.â
It was like he couldnât stop apologising, each repetition heavier than the last, as though he were trying to atone for everything. His hand in your hair trembled, but he didnât let go, as if holding onto that small piece of you was the only thing keeping him grounded.
His apology was raw, relentless, his voice cracking with every word, and you could feel the storm of emotions he was fighting to containâgrief, guilt, desire, all wrapped up in that one act of holding your hair to his face like it was his lifeline. You wanted to say something, to comfort him, to reach out and tell him it was okay, that you didnât regret what had happened between you. But all you could do was watch him, your heart pounding in your chest as his pain washed over you. His other hand still rested on yours, and for a moment, it felt like the only thing connecting him to reality was the physical touch between you.
Jamesâ breaths grew heavier, and his chest rose and fell with the force of his emotions. His eyes remained closed, his face buried in that single strand of your hair, as if he could hide from the world in that small, fleeting connection.Â
âI shouldnât want this,â he murmured, his voice almost inaudible. His lips trembled as he spoke, and when his eyes opened again, they were filled with the kind of torment that twisted your stomach. âBut I canât help it. Iâve tried.â
Your hand moved almost instinctively, fingers trembling as they brushed against James' cheek. His skin was warm beneath your touch, rough from the stubble that had grown in the past few days. He flinched ever so slightly at the contact, but then, as if he had been waiting for itâdesperate for itâhe leaned into your hand, pressing his face against your palm like a man starved of human touch.
The vulnerability in the gesture broke your heart. You could feel the tension in his body, the weight of the guilt he carried like a burden too heavy for one person to bear. His eyes fluttered shut again, and a shuddering breath escaped him, his body trembling as he leaned further into you.
"Itâs okay," you whispered, your voice soft, trying to offer him some comfort, some relief. "You didnât do anything wrong, James."
His brow furrowed at your words, as though they caused him physical pain. He shook his head, not moving from your touch but rejecting your reassurance with a stubbornness that spoke of the battles raging inside him. He couldn't accept itâcouldn't allow himself to believe that he wasn't at fault. That this connection between the two of you wasnât something to be ashamed of.
"No," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Itâs not okay... I... I shouldnât... Iâ" His voice cracked, and he drew in a sharp breath, his shoulders trembling as though the emotions were too much to contain.
You could feel him holding back, the restraint in the way he stayed so close but didnât dare cross the line again. His lips were parted, and he kept stealing glances at you as though he wanted to say something more, to let it all outâbut couldnât.
"James..." you started, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. His hand was still on yours, holding it against his face like he couldnât bear to let go. "You donât have to keep punishing yourself. Youâre allowed to feel, to want something... someone."
A tear slipped from the corner of his eye, but he said nothing, just kept his eyes closed, focusing on your touch. The silence was heavy, and it pained you to see him like thisâso conflicted, so torn between what he felt and what he believed was right.
âI shouldnât want this," he muttered again, voice choked. "I canât. Not after everything Iâve done⊠not after Mary."
His words hung in the air, and the mention of her name felt like a knife to the chest. You knew this wasnât just about youâthis was about the weight of his past, the ghosts he couldnât escape. His guilt over what had happened to her, the pain he still carried even though she was gone. But as he leaned into your touch, it felt like he was clinging to you, searching for something, someone to pull him out of the darkness that had swallowed him whole.
"James," you whispered again, your voice soft but firm. "Youâre not alone anymore. You donât have to be."
His breath hitched at your words, and for a brief moment, you saw something in his eyesâsomething raw and desperate, a need that went beyond anything physical. But then, just as quickly, he pulled back, breaking the contact, his face a mask of anguish.
"I can't," he whispered. "I don't deserve this... I donât deserve you."
The words hit you hard, and you could see the pain behind them, the deep-seated belief that he was beyond redemption. He tried to pull away from you, as if punishing himself further, but you didnât let him. You wouldnât let him.
Without thinking, you leaned closer, closing the distance between you. "Youâre not the monster you think you are," you said softly. "Youâre a good man, James. And Iâm here. Iâm not going anywhere."Â
He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he fought back the torrent of emotions.Â
You sighed softly, the weight of the moment pressing down on you as you searched his face. His pain, his guiltâit was unbearable to witness. You wanted to do something, anything, to take it away, to make it easier for him. You didnât know how far you were willing to go for him, but the sight of him breaking down before you was too much.
"Itâs awful to see you like this, James," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you looked into his tormented eyes. "If it would help... if it would relieve you, then you can claim what you want. Whatever it is, Iâm here, I⊠I wonât say anything, itâll be a secret. Like nothing ever happened."
The words slipped out before you could fully comprehend their weight, but you meant them. The offer hung in the air like a lifeline, and as soon as they left your lips, something inside James seemed to shift. His eyes darkened, a spark of something raw and desperate flickering to life. Hunger. The same hunger you had seen before but held back by layers of guilt and self-loathing. Now, at your words, it began to surface, threatening to consume him.
The maths book you had handed him slipped from his grasp, falling forgotten to the floor with a soft thud. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he were afraid to break the fragile tension between you, but he leaned down, his hands trembling as they cupped your cheeks. His touch was firm yet gentle, his fingers grazing your skin as though he couldnât believe you were real.
His nose brushed against yours, his breath warm on your lips, and the closeness was intoxicating. You could feel the raw emotion radiating from him. It was palpable, and in that moment, it felt like the entire world had shrunk down to just the two of you. Nothing else mattered. Not the past. Not the guilt. Not the pain.
Just him.
"I... I donât know if I can stop," he whispered, his voice strained, almost pleading as though he were asking for permission to give in to what he wanted. "Iâm so tired of fighting it..."
His lips hovered just above yours, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his hesitation, the battle waging inside him. But the hunger in his eyes was undeniable now. You closed your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest, and whispered, "Then donât."Â
It was all the permission he needed. James closed the distance, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was hungry, desperate, and full of all the emotions he had been holding back for so long. His hands tightened on your cheeks, pulling you closer as though he couldnât bear the thought of letting you go.
His need for you was overwhelming, and in that moment, it was as if nothing else existed but the two of you, lost in a sea of desire and emotion that neither of you could control anymore.Â
James's tongue delved into your mouth, claiming you with a desperation that bordered on feral. He licked along your tongue, sucking on it, as though attempting to devour you from the inside out. His hands gripped your hair, holding you in place as he plundered your mouth. Between frantic, sloppy kisses, James tore his mouth away just enough to gasp out, "We shouldn't... This is so wrong..." Even as the words left his lips, his body betrayed his true desires. His hips rocked against you, grinding his hardening length against your core.
You pulled him closer, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on with breathless whispers. "Take what you need," you coaxed, your voice thick with want. "I'm yours, James. Let go and just feel..."
A low groan rumbled in his chest as James surrendered to the all-consuming need coursing through him. His tongue tangled with yours, licking into your mouth with a hunger that stole your breath. He sucked on your bottom lip, nipping at it with his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue. "Fuck, you taste so good," James panted against your lips, his voice raw with desperation. "I've wanted this for so long⊠But I shouldnâtâŠ"Â
But even as the words left his lips, his actions told a different story. His hands were roaming your body now, as if seeking to memorise every curve and dip through your clothes. He groaned when his palm brushed over your breast, giving it a rough squeeze. "Tell me to stop," James pleaded, his voice ragged with need. "Y/n, please... I don't know if I can hold back if you keep encouraging me like this."
He punctuated his words with another searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth possessively. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your thigh, his cock straining against the confines of his pants. James' hands slid around to grip your ass, pulling you flush against him. With a low groan, he turned and pushed you up against the bookshelf, pinning you there with his body.
"I want to hear you moan for me, Y/n," he growled, his voice rough with desire. His hands caressed up your thighs, slipping under your skirt. He nipped at your earlobe, his hot breath making you shiver. "I need to feel how wet you are for me." His fingers brushed over the damp fabric of your panties and you couldn't suppress the breathy whimper that escaped your lips. James rumbled his approval.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he groaned, rubbing his palm against your clothed slit. "I can feel how much you want this. How much you want me." He slipped a finger beneath your panties, teasing your slick folds. You gasped at the first touch, your walls fluttering around the digit. James curled his finger, stroking over your sensitive nerves and drawing out needy moans.
"That's it, baby," he crooned, working you with his fingers. "Let me hear how good I make you feel. I want everyone in this school to know who you belong to." He captured your lips in another searing kiss as he fingered you harder, his thumb circling your clit. The obscene wet sounds of your arousal filled the air, mixing with your wanton moans and the creaking of the bookshelf as James rutted against you.
Lost in a haze of pleasure, you could only cling to him, surrendering yourself to the intensity of his touch. In that moment, nothing existed but your rejected love and the overwhelming need consuming you both.
Your moans grew louder as James' fingers delved deeper, stroking over your most sensitive spots. Electric pleasure sparked through your body with each thrust, your walls clenching greedily around his digits. "Oh god, James!" you cried out, your hips rolling to meet his touch. "Don't stop, it feels incredible..."
He grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye. "You like being fingered in the middle of the class, don't you? Waiting for me to come claim you, to touch you like this where anyone could see." James curled his fingers just right, rubbing insistently over your G-spot. Your knees nearly buckled at the intense sensation, a flood of wetness coating his hand.
"Answer me," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Tell me how much you love being touched by me, even if someone walks by and hears what a needy little thing you are." To emphasise his point, James slipped his fingers out and pushed two back in, spreading them wide to stretch you open.Â
You keened at the lewd intrusion, your pussy fluttering wildly. "Please..." you whimpered, not even sure what you were begging for. More, harder, anything to relieve the building pressure inside you.
"Please what?" James teased, pumping his fingers slowly. "Use your words, Y/n. Let everyone know how badly you need to be fucked."
He twisted his wrist, rubbing over that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind your eyes. Your moans reached a fever pitch, echoing off the bookshelves. Distantly, you registered the risk of discovery, but it only seemed to heighten your arousal. In that moment, pinned between James' hard body and the shelf, you didn't care who saw or heard. You just needed him to touch you more, to claim you completely. Consequences be damned.
Your body tensed, muscles pulling tight as your orgasm crashed over you. "Oh fuck, James!" you cried out, voice breaking on his name. Pleasure overwhelmed your senses, your pussy spasming uncontrollably around his fingers as you came hard. James groaned, working you through it, his fingers gentling. He rubbed soothing circles over your clit as you rode out the waves, drawing out your bliss.
"That's it, sweetheart. Let go for me," he encouraged. "You're so fucking beautiful when you cum."
As your climax ebbed, James withdrew his hand, bringing his slick fingers to his mouth. He licked them clean, savouring your taste with a low hum of appreciation. "Mmm, you taste as sweet as I imagined," James purred. "Seeing you fall apart for me, knowing I did that... Fuck, it's almost enough to make me cum in my jeans."
He rocked his hips, grinding his clothed erection against your thigh. You glanced down and saw a damp patch spreading on the fabric where his cock twitched urgently. James was right on the edge, aching for release. "Do you want to feel me cum?" he asked, voice strained with the effort to hold back. "Want to see me lose control for you?"
âY-Yes, please.â You said, your voice still trembling with the aftermath of your orgasm.
James fumbled with his fly, freeing his throbbing cock. It sprang out, flushed and leaking, the tip slick with precum. He wrapped a hand around himself and stroked, hissing at the sensation. "Fuck, just like that," he grunted, working his shaft faster. "Watching you cum got me so hard, Y/n. I'm gonna... Ungh!"
With a final few tight pumps, James threw his head back with a guttural moan as his orgasm hit. Thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock, splattering obscenely across your skirt. He milked himself through it, riding out the intense waves of pleasure. Panting, James slumped against you, his softening cock still in his hand. He captured your lips in a languid kiss, sharing your taste between you. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with satisfaction.
"That was... Wow," he breathed, pressing his forehead to yours. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life."
Your legs trembled, the aftershocks still singing through your nerves. You'd never experienced anything so intense, so all-consuming. James had ruined you for anyone else, with a single touch. You knew you were addicted to the way only he could make you feel.
James helped you smooth your skirt back down and straighten your clothes, his touch gentle but almost impersonal now. There was a new tension in his shoulders as he tucked himself away and refastened his jeans, movements sharp. When he turned back to you, his expression was unreadable. Gone was the vulnerable, broken man who had confessed his feelings. In his place stood a stranger, cold and distant.
"We're keeping this a secret, right?" James asked, his tone almost accusatory. "Like nothing happened."
You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift. Was this really the same man who had been kissing you so passionately and worshipped your body just minutes ago? Shame and confusion warred within you as you nodded mutely.
James searched your face for a long moment, his jaw clenched tight. "Good."
You swallowed back the hurt, forcing a stiff nod of agreement. "Of course. I won't say a word," you murmured, your voice small.
James' expression softened slightly at your acquiescence, some of the anger draining from his posture. "I didn't mean... Fuck. This doesn't change anything, okay? You're still the teacher of my daughter. I can't cross that line again." The mixed message confused you further. If he regretted what happened, why the anger?
But before you could respond, James was already turning away, taking Lauraâs maths book on the floor. The dismissal was clear. Whatever connection you thought you'd felt, it was gone now. Just a fleeting illusion born of heat and proximity. Numb, you collected your own books, pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. James wasn't angry because he regretted what you shared. He was angry because he didn't.Â
Because he liked it too much, wanted it too much. And that scared him.
Because it terrified you as well, the intensity of your reaction to his touch. The way your heart raced and your body ached, even now. This thing between you... It was dangerous. Forbidden. But God help you, a traitorous part of you wanted to do it all again. To hell with the consequences.
Shaking your head to clear it, you slipped past James without another word. You had to get out of here, had to put some distance between your bodies before you gave in to temptation again.
As James left without another word, you fled the classroom just minutes later and you couldn't help but wonder what this meant for your future. Could you really go back to a normal parent-teacher relationship after this? Or would the memory of his hands on your skin, his lips devouring yours, be enough to drive you to distraction? Only time would tell. But one thing was certain - your feelings for James would never be the same.Â
And that terrified you more than any other outcome.
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Following that afternoon, you had braced yourself for James to disappear from your life, retreating back into the shadows of his grief and responsibilities. Yet, to your surprise, he returned.
James would go to great lengths to ensure these meetings remained shrouded in secrecy. He would meticulously arrange for someone to look after Laura, his little girl blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in her father's heart. The logistics felt cold and clinical, but you understood his reasoning: if Laura saw you at his home too often, she'd start asking questions. And questions were the last thing he wanted to deal with. When he suggested booking a hotel, you sensed it was more than just practicality. It was as if he wanted to keep the entire affair compartmentalisedâa small, dark corner of his life that could remain untouched by the chaos of his emotions.Â
James often reminded you that it âmeant nothing,â and part of you wanted to believe him. You had to. It was easier that way. You understood that his heart was still tethered to the past, to the memory of Mary, and what you shared could only ever be physical. Yet, despite the rationalisations, the moments you spent together ignited a fire within you, leaving you both breathless and craving more.
You wrestled with that notion, knowing deep down that it was true. It was just a carnal pleasure for himâan escape from the suffocating weight of his past and the present responsibilities of being a father. And yet, you found it hard to convince yourself that it didnât mean anything to you, too. Every time he wrapped his arms around you, his touch igniting a fire within you, it felt more profound than mere physicality. You longed for it to be something real, but reality kept slapping you in the face, reminding you that this was just a distraction for him.
You were drawn to him, and every shared breath and fleeting glance ignited a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to let you in. But with every whispered promise exchanged in the dim light of the hotel room, the reality of the situation settled over you like a heavy cloak, reminding you of the limits youâand then James had set, the walls he had built to protect himself.Â
It was one of those evenings. The hotel room was nicer than usual, you noticed, dimly lit by a warm, ambient glow that softened the edges of the night. You were lying on the bed in your underwear, your body sprawled across the sheets in anticipation. The room felt empty, save for the heavy silence that hung between the moments. You could hear your own heartbeat in the quiet, and the soft rustle of the door as it clicked shut announced James' arrival.
He still wore his jacket, but it looked like a burden, one he was quick to shed as he stepped into the room. The jacket fell to the floor with a heavy thud, and for a moment, he stood there, unmoving. His expression was clouded, a mixture of exhaustion and something far deeper that youâd come to recognize over these past weeks. James was multi-faceted, a puzzle of emotions that never fully aligned. Most of the time, he wore sadness like a second skin, carrying it with him like a cloak he could never quite shake off. But sometimes, beneath that sadness, there was angerâdeep, raw, and bitterâor even hate. It was rare to see him happy, truly happy. The version of James that laughed or smiled felt like a ghost of who he used to be.Â
Tonight, though, he looked utterly tired, the kind of weariness that dug into his bones and weighed him down. He sat at the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped, his eyes distant. His hand found your leg almost instinctively, caressing your skin absentmindedly, as if searching for somethingâcomfort, maybe. But you werenât sure he could ever really find it.
You shifted slightly under his touch, the feeling of his fingers against your leg sending a small shiver up your spine. You glanced at him, watching his profile as he sat there, lost in his own thoughts. His hand traced slow, idle patterns against your skin, but his gaze was far away, his mind somewhere else.
"Long day?" you asked softly, your voice barely breaking the silence.Â
James didnât answer right away. His fingers paused for a moment, then resumed their gentle motion. You could tell he was carrying the weight of something, but it wasnât your place to askâat least not anymore. Not in this arrangement, where your time together had become a strange kind of ritual, bound by unsaid rules.
He finally exhaled, a deep sigh that seemed to come from the depths of him. "Yeah," he muttered, his voice rough. "Long day."
You wanted to reach out to him, to offer some kind of solace, but you knew better by now. James was a man trapped inside his own pain, his own regret, and as much as you wanted to break through that barrier, you also knew he would push you away if you tried. So instead, you let him sit there, his hand on your leg, and you stayed quiet, letting the silence speak for itself.
His hand lingered, caressing your skin with a kind of absent tenderness that always seemed at odds with the darkness in his eyes. This was the James you had come to knowâsomeone who needed, who sought out comfort in the most fleeting ways, but who could never fully let himself feel it. Someone who wanted but would never allow himself to have.
James shifted beside you, his movements tense and restless, until he finally laid down against you, pressing his body close, almost too close, as if afraid youâd slip away. His head found its way to your chest, clutching at you, not with tenderness but with something more desperateâlike a drowning man clinging to a lifeline. The moment felt heavy, loaded with all the things he wasnât saying but you could feel the tightness of his grip, in the ragged way he sighed.
You threaded your fingers through his ash-blonde hair, trying to soothe the tension in his body, but even your touch didnât seem to be enough tonight. He was differentâmore on edge, more fragile, and the air between you was thick with unspoken need. James pressed his face deeper against your breasts, his breath hot against your skin, and you could feel how hard he was holding back, how much he was crumbling inside.
âI have nightmares,â he whispered, his voice raw, almost broken. It wasnât just tiredness. There was something deeper in his toneâdesperation, like he was running out of time, out of hope. âI donât sleep well. Not anymore.â
You frowned, your heart aching for him. You knew he didnât sleep well, but hearing him admit it, the way his voice trembled, made it real in a way it hadnât been before. âWhat kind of nightmares?â you asked, though part of you wasnât sure if you wanted to hear the answer.
James stayed silent, but his grip on you tightened, his fingers curling against your skin like he was holding on for dear life. He didnât want to tell you, couldnât bring himself to. Instead, he buried his face against you, his body trembling. âItâs bad,â he finally muttered, voice shaking. âSome days itâs worse than others. Todayâs one of those days.â
You swallowed, feeling the weight of his words settle over you. He was coming apart, breaking down, and you werenât sure how to fix it. âJamesâŠâ you whispered, but he didnât let you finish, and he groaned in protest, his head over your breasts. His pain was palpable, suffocating, and you could feel the anguish in every breath he took.Â
After another moment of heavy silence, James shifted slightly, his body tense as if bracing himself for what he was about to say. It was so rare for him to talk, especially about anything that truly mattered, and when his voice finally broke through the quiet, it startled you.
After another stretch of silence, James shifted again against you, but this time, instead of falling deeper into that quiet, his voice emerged, fragile yet determined. "Mary," he whispered, the name hanging heavy in the air between you. It surprised youâhe hadnât spoken about her since the time you saw her picture at his home, and you had assumed he never would. "I⊠I felt so guilty. When she got sick, all I could think about was how much I missed herâher warmth, just holding her like this." His grip on you tightened, fingers pressing into your skin, as if trying to ground himself through the contact. "But I couldnât."
His words came out slowly, as if it pained him to say them aloud, but he couldnât stop now that he had started. You stayed quiet, your hand still in his hair, listening as he unravelled.
"It wasnât just the sickness, though," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, as if confessing a sin he had long kept buried. "Even when she wasnât sick, it wasnât... right. Our intimacy." His lips twisted in discomfort, and you could feel him tense against you. "There were things I wanted to do, things I thought weâd share, but she didnât want any of it. She couldnât, or wouldnât, I donât know." He sighed heavily, the sound filled with frustration and sadness. "Weâd end up arguingâthese cold, distant fights that never solved anything. And then weâdâ" He cut himself off, swallowing hard.
"And then weâd have sex, just to stop the fighting," he finally finished, his voice flat, emotionless, like the memory was draining him. "But it was always⊠it felt so conventional. Like it was just something we were supposed to do, not something we wanted. Not something she wanted, as if I was pressuring her to do it."
James shifted again, burying his face in your chest, his breath warm and ragged against your skin. His hand still clutched you tightly, as if afraid to let go. The pain in his voice was clear, the regret, the guilt, the yearning for something that had always been just out of reach. "I loved her, but⊠I needed more." His confession was quiet, almost lost in the space between you. "I needed this. I needed what we never had."
It felt like a deep wound had been reopened, and you could feel the rawness of it in every word he spoke. He had been carrying this pain for so long, locked away inside, and now, lying here in your arms, he was letting it spill out. His guilt, his longing, his shame. And even though he didnât say it, you understoodâhe wasnât just missing Mary, he was missing the connection he never had with her. Something deeper, something he was still searching for.
Maybe even in you.
James stayed close to you, his face still pressed against your cleavage, his breathing uneven as the weight of his words hung in the air. You could feel his vulnerability, a kind of desperation that rarely surfaced, like a dam had broken, and he couldnât stop the flood of his emotions. For a moment, you didnât know what to say, unsure of how to respond to something so deeply personal. But you knew he needed you, your presence, your understanding.
You gently stroked his hair, giving him time to collect himself. After a long pause, you whispered, âIt sounds like you were always left wanting something more.â
Jamesâ grip tightened on you, his fingers digging slightly into your side, as if the truth in your words pained him. He nodded against your chest, a faint, tortured sound escaping him.
âI donât know why,â he muttered, his voice hoarse, heavy with frustration. âMaybe I was too selfish. Maybe I wanted too much. But I couldnât⊠I couldnât talk to her about it. I didnât want to hurt her more than she already was.â His voice cracked, as if the weight of that guilt threatened to crush him. âBut I was lonely. So damn lonely. And when we⊠when we were together, it felt like she was just⊠enduring it. Like I wasnât allowed to want more from her, to even ask.â
He pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart ache. âI needed things I couldnât ask her for. Things I couldnât even bring myself to admit.â His lips trembled, his expression torn between shame and an unspoken longing. âAnd sheâd just⊠shut down. It made me feel like I was a monster for wanting anything.â You listened quietly, sensing the pain in his voice but also the deep frustration that had been buried for so long. It was as though he had locked away all these feelings, all these desires, believing he was wrong for even having them. But now, with you, he couldnât hold it back anymore.
âIt wasnât just about sex,â he continued, his voice rough. âIt was about needing to feel connected, to feel wanted. I loved her, but⊠She never made me feel like I mattered that way.â
Your hand rested gently on his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly across his skin. âYouâre not a monster, James,â you said softly, your voice full of reassurance. âYou just⊠wanted to be seen. To be close to someone.â
He closed his eyes at your touch, leaning into it like a man starved for affection. His breathing hitched, and you could feel the tension in his body, like he was fighting to hold himself together.Â
âBut I never got that,â he whispered, his voice breaking. âWith Mary, it was always⊠proper. Reserved. And after a while, I stopped trying. It just⊠wasnât worth the fights anymore. We would go days without touching, without even saying much to each other. Iâd come home, and sheâd just be there, like a ghost, and Iâd miss her⊠even though she was right in front of me.â
He let out a bitter laugh, though it sounded more like a sob. âGod, I was such an idiot. I thought things would change, that one day sheâd wake up and⊠see me.â
âIâm sorry, James,â you whispered, your voice thick with empathy.Â
He opened his eyes, tears glistening at the corners as he looked at you. âBut what if⊠what if I am just selfish?â he asked, his voice shaking. âWhat if I always needed too much? Too much from her⊠too much from you.â
You shook your head softly, your hand cupping his face as you met his gaze. âNo,â you said firmly, your tone gentle but resolute. âYou didnât ask for too much. You just asked to be seen, to be loved. Thatâs not selfish, James. Thatâs human.â
He let out a shaky breath, his hand coming up to cover yours, his thumb tracing the lines of your palm. âBut Iâve already messed things up,â he whispered, his voice filled with regret. âWith you⊠Iâve taken so much from you, and I⊠I donât even know if I can give you anything back.â
You felt your chest tighten at his words, the rawness in his confession. He was scaredâscared of hurting you, scared of repeating the mistakes of the past. But he was also scared of letting you in, of giving himself to you in a way he had never been able to with Mary.
âYou donât have to give me anything,â you said softly, your voice steady. âIâm here because I want to be, James. Not because I expect anything in return.â
His eyes searched yours, filled with a mix of longing and fear, and you could see the war raging inside him. He wanted to believe you, but he had been hurt so deeply before, left feeling empty and undeserving.
âI just⊠I donât want to mess this up,â he whispered, his voice trembling. âI donât want to hurt you like I hurt her.â
You leaned in, your forehead resting gently against his. âYouâre not going to hurt me,â you whispered back, your breath warm against his skin. âIâm not Mary, James. Iâm different.â
For a moment, he was silent, his eyes closing as he absorbed your words. And then, slowly, his grip on you tightened, his hand moving to the back of your neck as he pulled you closer. His lips brushed against yours, tentative and unsure, but the need in his touch was undeniable. He was searching for somethingâcomfort, release, maybe even redemption. And for the first time, you felt like he was truly letting you in.
You held his gaze, your hand still resting on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under your palm. Jamesâ eyes, so full of pain and guilt, flickered with uncertainty as you spoke softly, trying to ease the weight he carried.
âJames,â you began gently, âsometimes two people can love each other so much that it ends up hurting them. It doesnât mean you did anything wrong, and it doesnât mean Mary was at fault either. Itâs just⊠sometimes things fall apart, and itâs not about whoâs to blame.â
Jamesâ brow furrowed, his lips parting as if to say something, but no words came.Â
âIt was a bad time,â you continued, your voice low but filled with compassion. âYou both went through so much, and there wasnât a way to fix it. Sometimes⊠love just isnât enough to heal everything.â
Jamesâ eyes closed, his breath trembling as he let your words wash over him. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed beneath your hand as if he were battling with the acceptance of what you were saying. âIt doesnât make you a bad person,â you whispered, your thumb brushing gently across his cheekbone. âIt doesnât mean you failed her. You did the best you could with what you had.â
Jamesâ grip tightened on you for a brief moment, and then he let out a deep, shaky breath, his head dipping slightly as if the weight of your words was too much to bear. His forehead pressed against yours again, his breath warm and uneven against your skin. âI just⊠I keep thinking, maybe if Iâd done something differently,â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. âMaybe if Iâd been better, or tried harderââ
You silenced him with a gentle shake of your head, your fingers moving through his hair. âNo, James. Donât do that to yourself. You loved her, and she loved you, but sometimes that love isnât enough to stop the hurt. It doesnât make either of you bad people. It just⊠happened.â
For a moment, he didnât respond, the quiet stretching between you as he absorbed the truth of what you said. His hand slipped to rest on your waist, and you could feel him relax slightly, as if the burden on his shoulders had lightened, even just a little. âI donât know how to let go of it,â he finally whispered, his voice thick with emotion.Â
Your heart ached for him, for the weight of guilt and grief he carried every day. But you knew he couldnât keep punishing himself forever. He deserved to find peace, to let himself heal, even if it took time. âYou donât have to let go of it all at once,â you whispered, your hand sliding to the back of his neck, holding him close. âJust take it one day at a time. Youâre allowed to feel everything you feel, but youâre also allowed to move forward. You deserve that, James.â
He stayed still for a long moment, his forehead still pressed against yours, his breath coming out in soft, ragged sighs. And then, slowly, he nodded, the faintest hint of acceptance in his touch as he held you close. âI donât know how to do this,â he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. âI donât know how to not feel guilty.â
âYou donât have to know right now,â you reassured him, your fingers gently stroking the back of his neck. âJust know that Iâm here. You donât have to carry it all alone anymore.â
His grip tightened on you, and for the first time, you felt him truly lean into your touchânot out of desperation, but out of a need for comfort. It wasnât about running away from the pain anymore; it was about finding a way to live with it, and maybe, just maybe, to start healing.
You held James close, his head resting against your chest as you softly stroked his hair. His body felt heavy against yours, weighed down by all the unspoken emotions, the guilt, and the unresolved pain. In the silence, a thought crossed your mindâone that had been lingering in the background of your conversations. âWhat is it, James?â you asked gently, your voice a soft whisper in the dim light of the hotel room. âWhat did you always want to do⊠but never could?â
He was still for a moment, as if processing your question, caught off guard by the depth of it. His fingers lightly gripped your waist, and you could feel the tension building in him again, as if the memories were flooding back too quickly. His breath hitched slightly, and you knew you had touched on something buried deep.
âIââ he started, but his voice faltered. His head shifted slightly against your chest, and he didnât meet your gaze, almost shyly. âI donât know if I can talk about it.âÂ
You continued to gently run your fingers through his hair, reassuring him with your presence. âItâs okay, James. You can tell me.
You could see the conflicting emotions playing across James' face - the fear of revealing too much warring with the desperate need for release, for absolution. His breath came faster, his fingers digging into your skin as he wrestled with himself. "I've always..." he began, his voice hoarse. "I've always wanted to dominate. To take control. But I never knew how. I was always too afraid."
He lifted his head to look at you then, his eyes dark and intense. "I want to be the one in charge, Y/n. I want to own your pleasure, make you beg for me. Like⊠more intense?" His words sent a shiver down your spine, a thrill of excitement mingling with the tenderness in your chest.Â
"Show me," you whispered, your hands framing his face. "Show me how to be yours."
Something shifted in James' expression, a flicker of relief and determination. He surged forward, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss that stole your breath. His hands roamed your body, claiming every inch of you.
"You're mine," he growled against your lips. "All mine. And I'm going to make you feel so good, baby girl. Gonna take such good care of you." He nipped at your jaw, your throat, marking you as his. His touch was firm, commanding, stoking the heat between your legs. You arched into him, surrendering completely.
James' hands roamed your body with a newfound confidence, squeezing and caressing every curve. He slid his fingers under the waistband of your panties, teasing along the sensitive skin. "Fuck, you're so wet for me already," he groaned, feeling the dampness. He hooked his fingers in the fabric and yanked, ripping your panties off with one swift motion. The cool air hit your heated flesh and you shivered. James threw the tattered lace aside, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of your glistening pussy.
"You like that, baby? Like me taking control?" He reached out and ran a single finger along your slit, collecting the slick on his fingertip. He brought it to your mouth, painting your lips with your own arousal. "Taste how fucking wet you are," he commanded. James pushed you back on the bed, looming over you.Â
His clothes were still on but you could see the huge bulge straining against his zipper. He ground his hips against yours, letting you feel how hard he was. "Gonna worship this pretty little pussy," he promised, voice low and rough with desire. "Gonna lick up every drop, make you scream for me."
He pushed your thighs apart, settling between them. His hot breath ghosted over your sensitive flesh as he inhaled deeply. "Christ, you smell amazing," James groaned. "Can't wait to taste it."
He dragged the flat of his tongue up your slit in one long, slow lick. Your back arched off the bed, a gasp escaping your lips. James growled at the response, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through you.
He sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. Two fingers pushed inside you, pumping in and out as he ate you out like a starving man. Obscene slurping sounds filled the room, mingling with your unabashed moans.
As James buried his face between your thighs, your moans echoed off the hotel room walls. His stubble-covered cheeks brushed against your sensitive inner thighs, the delicious friction sending electric shivers up your spine. You could feel his nose nestled against your pussy, his hot breath teasing your already drenched folds. "Oh god," you whimpered, tangling your fingers in his hair. "James, please..."
He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his eyes dark with lust. "Please what, baby?" he purred, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip. "Use your words."
Your gaze locked with his, hazy with need. "I need you," you breathed, writhing beneath his intense stare. "Please, James... I want to feel you."
A wicked grin spread across his face. "That's not what I asked, sweetheart. Try again."
His words sent a bolt of heat straight to your core. In that moment, you realised exactly what he wanted to hear, what he needed to know. Craning your neck, you cried out, "Please, Daddy! I need you!"
The words seemed to ignite something primal in James. With a possessive growl, he surged forward, claiming your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue plundered your mouth, dominating every inch. His fingers dug into your hips, gripping you so tightly you knew you'd be marked tomorrow.
James broke the kiss with a gasp, panting harshly against your cheek. "That's right, baby girl. Call me Daddy," he rasped, voice dripping with dark promise. "This needy little cunt belongs to me."
To emphasise his point, he sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked hard, making you arch off the bed with a strangled moan. He lashed the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue, wringing desperate cries from your throat.
"Daddy, please!" you sobbed, fisting your hands in the sheets. "It's too much, I can't..."
James only redoubled his efforts, two fingers plunging into your soaked heat. He pumped them in and out, curling against your inner walls. The mix of pain and pleasure was exquisite, overwhelming. Your thighs trembled around his head, your toes curling into the mattress.
"So good," you panted, head thrashing on the pillow. "Fuck, James, your mouth feels amazing."
When his thumb found your clit and rubbed tight circles, it finally tipped you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath and whiting out your vision. James worked you through it, drawing out every last aftershock until you collapsed bonelessly against the bed.
Pulling back, James wiped his slick mouth with the back of his hand, looking immensely pleased with himself. His hair was tousled from your desperate grip, his lips swollen from your kisses. "Goddamn," he breathed, drinking in the sight of you. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you let go like that. My perfect girl."
He crawled up your body, hovering over you. You could feel the thick ridge of his erection pressing insistently against your hip, hot even through his jeans. James captured your lips in another searing kiss, devouring you, consuming you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, musky and heady. "Suck me," he commanded, voice low and authoritative. "Get that pretty mouth on Daddy's dick and show me what a good girl you are." He asked, taking off his tie and shirt.
Your heart raced at the new dynamic between you, this confident, dominant side of James awakening a primal hunger in your core. You sat up and reached for his belt, eager to obey his orders.
You gripped the base of James' cock, angling it towards your eager mouth. You dragged your tongue along the underside, tracing the prominent vein from root to tip. Reaching the weeping slit, you swirled your tongue around it, lapping up the salty-sweet precum that beaded there. "Mmm, you taste so good," you purred, your words making James' cock twitch against your lips.
You wrapped your lips around the head, suckling gently as you savoured his flavour. Inch by inch, you worked your way down his shaft, relaxing your throat to take him deeper. James groaned above you, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. "Fuck, just like that," he praised, guiding your head to bob along his length.Â
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, determined to give James as much pleasure as he'd given you. You let him guide your movements, surrendering control as you focused on pleasuring your Daddy with your mouth. Above you, James' abs flexed and his breath came in short, sharp pants. His grip on your hair tightened and his thighs tensed, signalling his impending release. You doubled your efforts, desperate to taste him.
With a low, guttural groan, James came undone. His cock pulsed against your tongue as he spilled his seed down your throat. You swallowed every drop, relishing the intimate connection. As James softened, you released him from your mouth with a final, loving kiss to the tip.Â
James pulled you close, peppering your face with tender kisses. "That was incredible, baby girl," he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. "I've never felt anything like that before." You snuggled into his embrace, giggling, happy to see him enjoying himself.
âBut we arenât done, yet,â And James rolled you onto your hands and knees, positioning your ass in the air. The new angle made you feel exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly aroused. You could feel his eyes raking over your body, drinking in the sight of you laid out before him like a feast. "Fuck, you're gorgeous like this," James growled, his voice low and rough with desire. "All ready for me."
He delivered a sharp smack to your right cheek, making you yelp in surprise. The stinging sensation quickly melted into a throbbing heat that spread through your core. James soothed the abused flesh with his palm, kneading the plump globes of your ass. "Count them, baby girl," he commanded, punctuating his words with another smack to your left cheek. "Let Daddy hear how good his little girl is taking her punishment."
"One," you gasped out, your voice hitching as James continued his sensual assault on your backside. Each stinging slap was followed by a moment of intense pressure, the heat building within you until it exploded into pure, molten need. By the time James reached ten, your ass was flushed a deep pink and you were panting with need.Â
You shifted your position, moving to straddle James' hips. His semi-hard cock nestled against your slick folds, already stirring back to life. You ground slowly against him, coating his length in your arousal. Above you, James groaned, hands coming up to grip your waist.
"Already so wet for me again," he praised, voice low and rough with renewed lust.Â
âOf course James,â You rolled your hips, sliding your slick heat along his hardening shaft. The head caught on your entrance with each pass, teasing you both with the promise of what was to come. James' fingers dug into your skin, his control fraying at the edges.
Unable to hold back any longer, you reached down to guide him inside. With a single, smooth thrust, James sheathed himself fully within your welcoming heat. You both cried out at the exquisite sensation, bodies trembling with the force of your connection.
"So fucking perfect," James panted, fighting the urge to rut into you wildly. "Gonna make this last, baby girl. Gonna worship this sweet little pussy." He set a deep, steady rhythm, pulling out until just the tip remained before sliding home again. Each drag of his cock along your sensitive walls stoked the flames of your desire higher. Your nails raked down the sweat-slicked skin of his back as you matched his pace, meeting him thrust for delicious thrust.
You cried out at the sudden stretch, walls fluttering around his thick girth as he filled you completely. James stilled for a moment, giving you time to adjust before starting a slow, deep rhythm. Each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls sent sparks of pleasure racing up your spine.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," James groaned, picking up the pace. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he drove into you with increasing force. "So tight, baby. Like you were made just for me."
The wet sounds of your joining filled the room, punctuated by your shared moans and gasps. James' hands roamed your body, mapping every dip and curve as if committing you to memory. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as he consumed you thoroughly. "My beautiful Y/n," he rasped against your mouth, the intimacy of your name on his lips making your heart race.Â
His words, coupled with the relentless pleasure building in your core, pushed you closer to the edge. Your inner muscles fluttered around James' pistoning cock, signalling your impending climax. He reached between you to circle your swollen clit, the added stimulation sending you flying.
You rolled onto your stomach, presenting yourself to James. He gripped your hips, pulling you back against his hardness. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside your slick heat, making you cry out in pleasure.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," James groaned, setting a relentless pace as he began to move again.
He pounded into you from behind, the lewd slap of skin against skin filling the room. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through your trembling body. James' hands roamed your curves possessively, squeezing and kneading your flesh as he claimed you again and again.
"Harder, James,," you begged, arching your back to take him even deeper. "I want to feel you in the morning."
James growled, slamming into you with renewed vigour. He hooked one arm under you, forcing you up onto your knees as he railed you with abandon. The new angle allowed him to hit spots you didn't even know existed, driving you wild with lust. For hours, James took his pleasure from your willing body. You let him explore every position imaginable, determined to bring you to the brink of madness with ecstasy. You lost count of the number of times he came inside you, his hot seed painting your walls and filling your womb.
Through it all, James remained insatiable, his stamina and appetite for you seemingly endless. He worshipped every inch of your skin with his lips and tongue, marking you as his own. By the time he was finally spent, you were a quivering, sweat-slicked mess, utterly satisfied in a way you'd never known before.
As James pulled you into his arms, both of you basked in the afterglow. The shy, reserved man you once knew was gone, replaced by a confident, dominant lover who reveled in bringing you pleasure. And though the future was uncertain, you knew that you would gladly surrender yourself to James desires again and again.
You snuggled closer to James, marveling at the newfound intimacy between you. His strong arms encircled you, holding you tight against his firm chest. The warmth of his skin seeped into your own, "Tonight was incredible," you murmured, tracing idle patterns on James' chest with your fingertips. "I've never seen you let go like that before, so free and uninhibited."
James' eyes fluttered open, meeting your gaze. There was a vulnerability there that made your heart ache. "I've always wanted this," he confessed softly. "To lose myself in you completely, to worship every inch of your beautiful body until you screamed my name. But I was afraid, afraid of my own desires and what they might do to us."
You pressed a tender kiss to his jaw, understanding the depth of his confession. "Don't be afraid anymore, James. This is us, this is what we're meant to be. Just like this, skin on skin, hearts entwined."
James pulled you closer, his lips finding yours in a slow, sensual kiss. You poured all of your love and acceptance into it, hoping to chase away the last remnants of his fear. When he finally pulled back, there was a peace in his eyes that hadn't been there before.
Smiling, you rested your head against Jamesâ chest, listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart. It was a comforting rhythm, one that made you feel safe, despite the complicated nature of what you shared. His arm was draped over you, holding you close, as though he couldnât bear to let you go. The room was filled with a peaceful silence, broken only by the soft sounds of your breathing mingling together.
You closed your eyes, savouring the moment, knowing that these quiet, intimate nights were rareâfleeting even. Yet, you couldnât help but cling to the hope that this, whatever it was between you and James, meant something more than just a temporary escape. The thought lingered in your mind, bittersweet, as you traced your fingers absentmindedly along the contours of his chest.
James shifted slightly beneath you, his fingers brushing against your back in slow, absentminded circles. There was a tenderness in the way he touched you now, different from the desperate, carnal need that had driven him earlier. It was softer, more vulnerableâlike he was allowing himself to truly feel, even if just for a moment.
âI donât know what this means for us,â he murmured after a long silence, his voice low and rough from exhaustion. âBut⊠I donât want to lose this. I donât want to lose you.â
You lifted your head to meet his gaze, your heart squeezing at the raw honesty in his eyes. For a man who had spent so long hiding behind his grief, his guilt, and his fear, these words felt like a fragile offering. You could see the uncertainty in him, the way he was torn between wanting to keep you close and fearing that he didnât deserve to.
âYou wonât lose me,â you whispered, brushing a lock of his hair away from his forehead. âIâm here, James. Iâm not going anywhere.â
He closed his eyes at your words, a sigh of relief escaping him as he pulled you even closer. His hold on you tightened, like he was grounding himself in your presence, in the warmth of your body pressed against his.
For a long while, you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, as the weight of the nightâs emotions slowly settled. There were still so many unanswered questions, so many unresolved feelings, but for now, in this moment, it felt like enough. You could feel Jamesâ breathing slow, his body relaxing as exhaustion took hold, and you knew he was finally allowing himself to rest.Â
As you lay there, nestled in the warmth of Jamesâ embrace, the words slipped out almost without thought, carried by the tenderness of the moment. "Could you stay here tonight?" you asked quietly, shyly. It felt naturalâright even. The way his body fit against yours, the way his breathing synced with your own. For the first time, it didnât feel rushed, like the encounters that had come before. Tonight, it felt⊠different. Deeper.
But the moment the question left your lips, you felt him stiffen beneath you. His once relaxed body tensed, his hand that had been resting so peacefully on your back froze, and you could feel the subtle shift in his breathingâfaster, more shallow. The warmth you had just been enveloped in seemed to evaporate all at once, leaving a chill in its place.
"James?" you whispered, lifting your head to look at him. His eyes were wide, almost panicked, darting around the room as if he were suddenly trapped. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His gaze met yours for a fleeting second before he tore it away, staring up at the ceiling instead, his jaw clenched.
"I⊠I canât," he finally breathed out, his voice tight and strained.Â
"Why not?" you asked softly, a sinking feeling forming in your chest. Tonight had been so right, so good. Why was he pulling away now? You reached for him, but he gently pushed your hand away, his movements almost frantic.
"I can't stay," he repeated, sitting up abruptly and pulling himself from your embrace. His back was to you now, and you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands trembled as they reached for his discarded clothes. "I shouldnât even be here."
"But James," you began, your voice catching with the sudden wave of confusion and hurt. "Itâs different tonight, right? It felt right."
He shook his head, pulling his shirt over his head, still refusing to look at you. "It canât be more than what it is," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "This was a mistake."
Your heart plummeted at his words, the air in the room growing thick with the weight of them. "A mistake?" you echoed, struggling to keep your voice steady. "You donât mean that."
But James didnât respond. Instead, he stood up, buttoning his pants with shaky hands, his back still turned to you. It was like watching him retreat into himself, putting walls back up that you thought had come down, if only for a night. "Please, donât make this harder," he finally said, his voice breaking slightly. "I canât⊠I donât deserve this. I donât deserve you."
Your chest tightened, and the weight of his words pressed down on you, heavy and unrelenting. You wanted to reach out, to pull him back, but something in his posture told you that any more pressure would push him further away.
âWhy does it always have to be like this?â you whispered, the ache in your voice undeniable.
But James didnât answer. He pulled on his jacket, his back turned to you as he tried to collect himself. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the struggle in his silence. It wasnât just fearâit was torment. The closer he got to you, the more it hurt him.
You wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrongâthat this wasnât just about deserving, that it was about the connection you shared, the way he opened up to you tonight. But as you sat there, staring at his back, you realised that no matter what you said, it wouldnât change the deep-rooted guilt and fear that had consumed him. It was too much for him to handle, and the reality of that hit you like a punch to the gut.
"James, wait⊠what happened tonightâit's okay," you tried, your voice soft, reassuring. You wanted to tell him how much you had enjoyed it, that it was more than just meaningless, that it meant something to you. But before you could get the words out, he cut you off sharply, his voice hard and cold in a way you hadnât heard before.
âNo,â he snapped, turning to face you with a desperate, almost frantic look in his eyes. âWhat happened tonight⊠itâs not me. Iâm not a man like that. I shouldnât haveâ" His voice wavered, but the panic in his tone was unmistakable. âYou need to forget about this. Forget it ever happened.â
The words hit you like a slap, leaving a hollow ache in your chest as you sat there, clutching the sheet to your body. You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him how much it mattered, how much he mattered. But before you could speak, Jamesâ next words sent a shockwave through you.
âYou better take your pills tomorrow,â he said, his voice cold and matter-of-fact. âMake sure youâre not pregnant. I donât want to be responsible for anything that comes out of this.â His words were biting, harsh. âI canâtâI wonât support anything related to tonight.â
The bluntness of it stunned you into silence. His words felt like a door slamming shut between you, a reminder of just how temporary this had always been for him. You stared at him, wide-eyed and speechless, the reality of his detachment settling in like a heavy weight in your chest. You wanted to say something, anything, to make him see that what youâd shared tonight wasnât something to just brush off.
But it was like he was already gone, emotionally cut off from you.
âAnd donât⊠donât think this changes anything,â James continued, his voice rough with guilt and something elseâself-loathing, maybe. âI still love Mary. Iâll always love her. This,â he gestured between the two of you, his face hardening, âyouâre nothing like her. Youâll never be close to what she was to me.â
His words pierced through you, each one like a knife twisting deeper into your heart. He was distancing himself from you, pushing you away, making sure you understood that what happened tonight wasnât about youâit wasnât about love, or even connection. You were just a temporary distraction, a way for him to feel something, anything, other than the constant grief and guilt that plagued him.
As he grabbed his jacket and made his way to the door, he finally turned to look at you, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. "Iâm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely a breath. And before you could respond, he was gone, leaving you alone in the quiet, empty room.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you lay back on the bed, staring at the empty space beside you where he had been just moments ago. The warmth of his touch, his embraceâit all felt like a cruel illusion now, a fleeting moment of connection that had evaporated into nothing.
The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence that followed was deafening. The warmth of his body, his touch, his voiceâit was all gone, leaving you with nothing but the cold reminder that, no matter how close you got to James, he would always pull away in the end.
And despite everything, you couldnât shake the feeling that maybe⊠this was all youâd ever get.
âOf course youâre sorry,â you whispered, crying yourself to sleep.
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Sports Bra (Y/N x Loki)
A/N: This is my first time posting a fic and getting used to writing on tumblr - please be gentle with me! Lots of ideas and things to come hopefully. If anybody can help me with dividers and such, please approach!
A/N: I am reposting this here, on a primary blog so I can access and follow you all! Thank you so much for the love on my secondary account on this story.
This has been living in my phone notes for a long time. I hope you enjoy.
Warnings: Slight voyeurism, Smut, 18+ only, Smut lol
Summary: Training with Loki in a sports bra gets spicy. WC 1.6K
Your hair curled around your face in sweaty whisped tendrils as you wrestled Loki on the mat. Training days were grueling and your body had alerted you to that as you were starting to get fatigued. Your body ached, especially your thighs.Â
Loki pinned you to the floor once again and a cheeky smile spread across his face.Â
âYou are powerful, darling. But not strong enough to beat a god.â He snarled playfully.Â
You huffed, breasts heaving up and down with your deep breaths. You bent forward, stretching your hamstring in preparation to attempt, yet again, to take your teammate down.Â
You leaned into your frontal stretch, touching your toes with your eyes closed. Loki half-scolded himself for stealing a glance down your sports bra.
Though he would never admit it, since you joined the team he had had more than one fantasy about that body of yours. You curved in all of the right places. Forbidden thoughts raced through his mind more often than not after training with you. Loki would conjure images in his mind after conditioning with you. What it would be like to be intimate together. If the showers were empty, it wasn't uncommon to be found pleasuring himself to the rendering of you in his psyche.
It wasnât all physical, though. Your quick wit made him genuinely smile. He admired your intelligence and influence being a new Avenger. You had such a beautiful soul. And for the most part, he trusted you. Not once were you judgmental of his past and you were instant to embrace him. You would jest, but did not joke at his expense like the other Avengers would. You were valuable to him. More than a Midgardian sparring partner, to be sure. He could never confess this attraction, fearing to lose his friendship with the closest person to him.
You did one more long stretch beyond your feet, hands splayed on the ground, breasts pushing outward. Loki noticed the periphery of one of your nipples dipping out from the top of the of your bra, almost to the center of it, forming a rose colored peak.Â
Seeing such a private part of you caught him off guard. He blushed fiercely and pretended to stretch his arms in front of himself as he briefly looked away.
You softly moaned as you arched you spine into a neutral position and hoisted your bra back up, your breasts jiggling as you secured them in place.Â
You peered up at Loki through spent eyes. âReady?â
Loki was still enchanted having seen a small glimpse of you. He felt guilty for gazing upon you without your knowledge. âY/N, wait-" he started just as you sprinted full force at him. You knocked him down in his moment of unsteadiness. The pair of you fell back onto the mat in a tackle. You straddled Loki's hips and pinned them to the ground as your forearm held his sternum tight to the floor. You exhaled in relief, finally defeating him in your playful competition, soft eyes - and supple cleavage - mere inches from his face.
Loki gasped hard, admittedly unprepared for the harsh blow to the ground. He gaped at you, restraining him with might between your sore thighs, sweat beading around your collar bones. His eyes flickered to your bosom towering over him, watching your erratic breath from physical exertion. He felt a tightness in his stomach and began to panic as he felt his cock twitch. He hoped you didnât feel it.Â
You did.Â
It throbbed again, and you looked at Loki wide-eyed in disbelief. The God of Mischief, your best friend and colleague, pinned beneath you, growing hard.Â
Aware of your gaze he scoffed in embarrassment and crimson crept up his cheeks. You fell on your back as he rolled you to the side, off of him.Â
Putting his hands on his head, elbows on his knees, he gently spoke. âY/N⊠IâŠâ He was at a loss for words. Abashed tears welled in his eyes. âWhat you felt⊠itâs justâŠâ he took a moment to compose himself. âWhen you bent over, I saw, well, more than you had intended for me to see⊠Iâm so sorry Y/NâŠâ he whispered at the end. His lashes flickered downward, looking anywhere but at you.Â
Your heart fluttered at his admission. Withdrawing his hands from his face, you could see his genuine worriment. Biting your lip, you turned his cheek, forcing eye contact. Taking a deep breath, you spoke just as honest and vulnerable as he had been.
âLoki⊠itâs okay⊠I would let you see all of me if you wanted toâŠâÂ
His mouth parted slightly in anticipation of your next words. Lust filled the air dense as fog.Â
You grabbed his hand and gently guided it to your chest.Â
âMay I?â You lulled, handling his flesh with care.
He nodded, pupils dilating.Â
You softly placed Lokiâs hand on your breast. You observed as his eyes devoured you. You held a grip on his knuckles, urging him to take over.Â
He lifted his other hand, following your lead, and started to caress your mammae, cupping them, and swiftly massaging them in circles, palming your mounds.
You tilted your head back and moaned. It felt glorious. You always did have an attraction toward Loki, but this, having him touch you with the look of adoration in his eyes, was stirring something more inside of you. You looked down at Lokiâs obvious arousal. His eyes lingering on your chest - which had been pulling his orbs like a magnet this evening.Â
You had an idea.Â
âLoki⊠fuck my titsâŠâ you cautiously offered to him. The situation seemed so taboo, but you wanted this, wanted him, and seeing his eyes glued to you gave you the confidence to propose this in the heat of the moment.Â
âWhat?â His eyes snapped to yours, locking concentratedly.
âFuck my tits Loki⊠I want youâŠpleaseâŠâ you continued. You were nervous now, unable to read his expression.
His brows furrowed. âMy darling⊠Iâve, I have never done that⊠I..â he trailed off.Â
âI will help you, Loki. If you want this?â
He nodded. âI want this. I want you more than anything in the realmsâ.
You laid back on the mat and instructed Loki to put his legs on both sides of you. You carefully pulled down his sweats to release his cock, already glistening at the tip.Â
You wrapped your hand around his heated shaft and lifted the underside of your brassiere. You slid his head in and aligned him perfectly center between your mounds. You grabbed his ass and nudged him to move.Â
Loki let out a stifled moan as his dick glided between your supple breasts. He rhythmically started driving into the crevice, watching his prick come out of the apex of your bra, bouncing your bountiful cleavage.Â
He started thrusting faster now, hesitantly eyeing the training observation window. You took note and reassured him.
âNobody will see, Lokes. I wouldnât care even if they did. Keep going, Prince.â You sung gently to him.
He hissed and spasmed from his core at your words. Prince. Your soft skin enveloped his manhood so well.
You flipped your bra up on to your collarbones, exposing your entire chest. You pushed your boobs together as tight as you could, nipples hardening as you felt Lokiâs shaft pulsate. His eyes darkened, eagerly taking in this new scene.Â
âLet me taste you LokiâŠâ The words rolled off of your lips.
You opened your mouth offering an âoâ shape for his tip to enter. He slid between your tits, gliding his end into your mouth.Â
âAh Norns, Y/NâŠâ Loki growled in a low timbre.
He rubbed against you quicker now, a fury inside of his veins and heart, quickening his oncoming orgasm.Â
His eyes met yours as his knob slid in once again. This was more than just lust, he acknowledged in his mind. He loved you. He was madly in love with you, his best friend.Â
âFuck, Y/N, Iâm close⊠Where.. where can I releaseâŠâ he panted as he gyrated into your breasts. Your tongue flicked the tip of his penis as to offer a place for him to cum.Â
âY/NâŠâ he hissed multiple times in silence before letting out an involuntary mewl, orgasm washing over him. He came in your mouth, bucking and convulsing. Loki pulled out with one more spurt shooting across the nipple he had stolen a glance at earlier. He watched as you swallowed with glee in your eyes.
âHow was that?â You questioned from underneath him.Â
He tenderly handled you, supporting your neck as you arose and settled next to him in a seated position on the mat.
âIf thatâs how good your breasts feel I canât imagine how divine the rest of you feels, my darling.âÂ
Your hand touched his softly, rubbing a circle on his knuckle.Â
âWhy donât you find out?â You purred into his ear.
Loki pulled you on to his lap, searching your eyes for deception. He saw many things in your eyes, but deception was not present.
Gracefully, he laid a most loving kiss on your lips. Securing your legs around his hips, he stood and maneuvered your back to rest against the glass. Pinning your hands above your head with one hand, he used the other to strip away both of your remaining clothing with a flash of emerald. Your ass pressed against the training window as Loki prepared to enter you. You clutched the nape of his neck, raven curls slick with sweat, holding him with an unspoken devotion. This was your favorite day of training.
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A/N: Thank you for going on that journey with me. Writing is hard! Please forgive any errors!
Special thank you to @mochie85 for encouraging me to write and publish. (On my @Kitrgator blog, I promised I would tag you if I ever did post!)
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Seth Rollins - Masterlist
đŠ = Smut, đ= Fluff, đ© = Angst
Series:
He Doesn't Deserve You - đŠ
Part: One
One Shot:
Facetime Sex -đŠ
Hatred to Lust -đŠ
Talk Nerdy to Me Featuring Paige -đŠ
The New Recruit Featuring Buddy Murphy -đŠ
You're Mine -đŠ
Senior Party -đŠ
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