#yeah his eyes are just pretty he's just pretty we know this you know this there's so many photos of his eyes and all of them are gorgeous

[sweetshuga]

「 𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒑 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 」

ᯓ bf!matt fluff + smut! ────

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: A cute little nap session with your boyfriend turns into something else because Matt’s just too needy for your touch after a long day. (sub!matt if you squint)

Saturday evening – 19:35 (7:35 pm)

Your body relaxed against Matt’s as you two laid on his bed in just underwear, cocooned by his comforter. His arm was possessively draped over your waist, eyelids fluttering subtly as he closed them before opening them again. A soft, adoring smile on his lips as he looked at you.

Matt’s hand reached up to push a few stray strands of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek before a yawn escaped him, causing him to briefly put his hand over his mouth.

"Tired?" You rasped, unable to speak any louder due to how drained you were. "Yeah, really needed this." Matt whispered, his own voice heavy with exhaustion but with clear satisfaction. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face in your cleavage, breathing in your scent as his eyes closed, his body going lax.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, your fingers gently carding through his messy brown locks and absentmindedly massaging his scalp, making him sigh in contentment.

"That feels so good baby." Matt murmured, his voice muffled by your skin as he relaxed further into your touch, almost like a cat. "We should do this more often, just cuddle like this and nap," he said, his eyes still closed and breath steady.

A few minutes later – 19:50 (7:50 pm)

You were out like a light after a few minutes of cuddling with him, but Matt couldn’t sleep. He fidgeted in discomfort as his boxers tightened around the crotch, his length hardening rapidly. "Fuck." He breathed out, his hand reaching down to adjust himself to relieve some of the tension as he rested his forehead against your tits.

Matt couldn’t wake you up—it would be selfish of him to stir you awake from your peaceful sleep just because he had a hard-on, but he needed you sooo badly.

He was torn.

A shaky groan left his lips, part annoyance and part desire. He wanted relief so badly, so much so that he found himself palming his dick through his boxer briefs, his breath hot against your skin.

"Having fun?" You teased with a sleepy smile, having woken up from him squirming beside you. Matt’s head shot up from its position on your chest as a soft flush adorned his cheeks, keeping eye contact with you despite his embarrassment.

"You were awake?" Matt questioned accusingly, his eyes narrowing in mock seriousness as a giggle escaped you. You lazily looked down at the bulge straining against his boxer briefs before looking into his eyes, trying – and failing – to hide your amusement. "Mm no, woke up just now ’cause you kept moving... Wondered why you were so squirmy—guess I know now."

He let out a small shaky laugh at your teasing words, looking down at his boner before locking eyes with you again. His lips curled subtly at the corners with a smirk as his eyes grew heavy-lidded.

"Since you’re awake... mind helping me out, pretty?" His hand snaked down, caressing up your thigh to your hip and giving you a gentle squeeze there before trailing his hand down again.

A soft chuckle rumbled out as you carded your fingers through his hair. You shifted your leg to deliberately press your knee against his hard on, making him jolt due to the sudden spark of pleasure. His breath hitched as he closed his eyes briefly, relishing in the small bit of relief you provided before opening them again, eyes heavy-lidded and pupils blown wide.

"You’re soo needy Matt." You drawled in a teasing way, obviously having your fun seeing him trying to hide the fact that even a subtle touch from you is making his dick throb against your knee.

Matt groaned at your teasing tone, trying his best to keep himself from just rutting against your knee to relieve the painful tautness he felt from the confinement of his underwear.

A soft whine left his lips involuntarily when you rubbed your knee against his crotch, feeling the fabric dampen in the center with his precum. Matt’s body tensed slightly, his hand halting in its place on your hip before reaching further back to sink his fingers in the soft flesh of your backside as he leaned forward to bury his face back in your cleavage.

"Fuck, c’mon baby." Matt whispered, voice hoarse with need and barely contained desire. "I need you." He tilted his head back from your tits to look at you. His eyes were silently pleading for you to touch him and his chest heaved with ragged breaths.

You didn’t feel like teasing him further so you gently pushed his shoulder to make him lay on his back. Matt immediately got your hint and turned to lay on his back, hooded eyes following your every move.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, gulping audibly as he felt his mouth go dry when you straddled him—making your core press against his painfully stiff length. The thin fabric of your underwear and his boxers were the only things preventing skin contact.

#Bringbackdryhumping

You both decided that it was better to not have a full on penetrative sex since you had to be out and about tomorrow and with the beast straining against his boxer briefs, you knew you would be somewhat sore even if he was gentle.

Matt’s fingers curled on your hips, sinking slightly into the flesh there as he helped you move back and forth over his clothed cock. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and lips parted as soft groans left his lips with every movement of your hips.

His noises of pleasure mingled with yours as both of you tried your best to keep it down since Chris and Nick were home.

You were getting so damn turned on by the sight under you, as well as the small whimper like sounds Matt was making instead of letting his noises out completely in fear of being heard by his brothers.

You quickly picked up a rhythm that got you feeling like you were on the edge already, and Matt probably felt the same judging by the way his breath hitched more than before and the way his hips jerked and jolted involuntarily.

"Matt..." You whimpered softly when he helped you grind against him faster, pressing you harder down on himself. Your lips parted as you let out quiet breathy moans, head thrown back in ecstasy. "Feels so good, baby- you feel soo good." You mumbled praises, causing Matt to moan softly in response.

It wasn’t long before you felt that tautness in your lower abdomen—the telltale sign of your impending orgasm. Your hips stuttered and jerked, the pace faltering as you got closer and closer to the high you were desperately chasing after.

The way Matt’s hips rutted against yours did it for you.

You let out a drawn out moan which Matt effectively muffled with a kiss as he helped you come down from your high by sliding his clothed cock up and down your soaked panties. He wanted you to feel good but he couldn’t help but chase his own high as he felt it approaching—hence the faster rhythm.

"F-fuck... I’m s’close-- can you—mmfh—keep going a little longer, please sweetheart?" Matt pleaded urgently against your lips as his fingers tightened on your hips. A soft moan left his lips when you started to pick up your pace again, grinding against his dick and making his eyes roll back.

"Sh-shit--shit!" Matt chanted quietly, feeling his orgasm right there in front of him. His balls drew up tight and cock swelled up before exploding out pearly cum as it twitched. The milky liquid gathered outside his boxer briefs where his tip was as more cum drizzled out of that spot.

Matt’s eyes snapped open and a broken moan ripped from his throat when you kept grinding against him even after his intense orgasm, making his whole body shudder and hips jerk.

"Baby- too much." Matt’s hands held your hips tightly to halt your movements and you immediately stopped moving, not wanting to overstimulate him—even if you wanted to hear more of those needy whimpers.

His chest heaved as he caught his breath, his hands loosening their hold on your hips as an overwhelming sense of bliss flooded his being due to the euphoric orgasm you just gave him.

"Gonna have to clean up... and then sleep." You mumbled as you slumped against him, burying your face in the side of his neck. His milky release soaked his underwear quite quickly, mixing slightly with the clear, sticky arousal soaking your own panties.

Your body felt heavy—the good kinda heavy. The one where you feel like you’re mere seconds away from drifting off to sleep.

One of Matt’s hands left your hips and instead caressed your lower back in short slow strokes as he buried his face in your hair, feeling content with you laying on top of him.

After a few minutes of just laying like that, you and Matt decided to clean yourselves up before you actually drift off to sleep for real.

You both got in bed immediately after cleaning up and slept until the next morning even though it was just supposed to be a nap. But that nap – after all that dry humping and orgasming – was probably the best one you’ve ever had—hands down.

★ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆! | 𝒘𝒄: 𝟏.𝟓 𝒌 ★

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[sakuraszn]

﹒♡ CONFESSION ft. katsuki bakugo

cw: lots of fluff, flustered bakugo. he’s such a cutie

The ramen shop was packed, the air filled with laughter, chatter, and the rich aroma of broth and grilled meat. The entire Class 1-A had squeezed into the cozy little restaurant to celebrate Todoroki’s recent jump in the hero rankings.

Bowls clinked, chopsticks clashed, and the energy was electric as the group indulged in warm food and lively conversation.

And at the center of it all—Katsuki Bakugo sat stiffly, arms crossed, scowling into his half-finished bowl of ramen like it had personally offended him.

Not because he wasn’t happy for Todoroki.

Not because the food was bad.

But because of you.

You, sitting just a few seats down, laughing at something uraraka had said, your eyes crinkling, shoulders shaking.

And it was driving him insane.

For weeks—no, months—Bakugo had been dealing with this… feeling. This stupid, irritating, suffocating feeling every time you were near him. It was different from the rivalry-fueled adrenaline he felt in battle, different from the pride he carried when he improved as a hero.

It was something he didn’t understand, something he couldn’t control.

And he hated that.

But tonight… tonight was the night he was going to do something about it.

Or at least, that’s what Kirishima and Sero had forced into his thick skull before they even walked into the restaurant.

“Dude, you’ve been acting weird around them for weeks.”

“Just tell them! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Oh, I don’t know, idiots, maybe they laugh in my face and never talk to me again?!”

“Oh please, she would never—”

“Shut up. I’ll do it when I damn well feel like it.”

But now that he was here, surrounded by people, nerves bubbling in his gut like an active volcano, feeling like it was a lot harder than he expected.

“Bakugo,” Kirishima’s voice cut through his thoughts, low enough that only he could hear. “You good, bro?”

“I’m fine,” Bakugo growled, barely glancing up as he stabbed at his noodles with his chopsticks.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? ‘Cause you haven’t insulted Kaminari in like ten minutes. I’m starting to get worried.”

Sero snickered. “Pretty sure that’s a new record.”

“Shut the hell up.”

Kirishima and Sero exchanged glances before the redhead leaned in again. “Are you actually gonna do it?”

Bakugo exhaled sharply, gripping his chopsticks so tight they nearly snapped.

“After this.” His voice was firm. Final.

Kirishima grinned, nudging Sero. “Told ya he’d do it.”

“Hey, I had faith,” Sero said, shrugging. “Just not a lot of faith.”

Bakugo shot them both a murderous glare, but before he could verbally rip them apart, Iida clapped his hands together, signaling for attention.

“If I may have everyone’s focus for a moment!” Iida said, standing up. “I’d like to propose a final toast to Todoroki!”

Todoroki, who had been quietly enjoying his meal, blinked as everyone raised their glasses. “Oh,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Thank you.”

“To Todoroki climbing the ranks!” Iida declared.

“To Todoroki!” the class cheered, clinking their glasses together.

You turned, smiling at the dual-haired hero. “You really deserve it, Todoroki. We all knew you’d make it far.”

Todoroki’s lips curled into a small smile. “I appreciate that, Y/N.”

Bakugo scowled.

It wasn’t Todoroki’s fault, but hearing you say his name like that, so softly, so encouragingly—yeah, it bothered him.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

As the night wound down, people started finishing up their food, settling their bills, and stretching lazily before making their way out.

“Damn, that was good,” Kaminari sighed, rubbing his stomach. “I think I ate too much.”

Mina laughed. “You definitely ate too much.”

One by one, people began saying their goodbyes, heading off in different directions toward the dorms or home.

And that’s when Bakugo knew—this was his moment.

You were slipping on your jacket, adjusting your scarf when he finally forced himself to move.

Kirishima shot him a thumbs-up from across the room, and Sero winked.

Bakugo rolled his eyes before stomping over to you, heart hammering wildly in his chest.

“Oi.”

You looked up at him, blinking. “Oh, hey, Bakugo! What’s up?”

He inhaled sharply through his nose. Okay. Just say it. Say it, dumbass.

But the words wouldn’t come out.

Instead, he found himself standing there like an idiot, fists clenched at his sides, staring at you.

You tilted your head, confused. “Uh… you okay?”

His jaw tensed. This was already going horribly.

And then—because frustration was the only thing that ever helped him push past his nerves—he blurted out:

“Are you really so oblivious?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair before pointing at you aggressively. “You! You’re oblivious! Have you seriously not noticed?!”

Your confusion deepened. “Noticed what?”

He exhaled sharply, cheeks burning. His whole body felt like it was about to explode.

He had two options: Keep making a fool of himself or just say it and get it over with.

He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaled, and then—

“I like you, dumbass!”

Silence.

Bakugo cracked one eye open, stomach twisting into knots.

You were staring at him.

Not laughing. Not recoiling. Just… staring.

Then—

“You… like me?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “That’s what I just said, idiot.”

A slow smile crept onto your lips. “You like me?”

His face turned an even darker shade of red. “Yes! Stop making me say it, damn it!”

You let out a laugh—light, airy, and filled with something he couldn’t quite place. “Wow,” you said, grinning. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy.” His voice was gruff, but his hands were twitching at his sides, resisting the urge to do something—anything—with them.

You stepped closer, peering up at him. “You know… I like you too.”

Bakugo’s brain short-circuited.

“…What?”

You laughed again, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I like you, Bakugo. Have for a while now.”

His heart stopped.

Then jump-started at triple speed.

“What?”

You shrugged, smirking. “What? Are you oblivious?”

His eye twitched. “You—you little—”

You poked his cheek and laughed. “Aw, don’t be embarrassed kat’ I’m just messin with ya.”

He exploded.

Not literally. But his entire soul combusted.

“Shut the hell up!” he barked, face practically glowing red.

But you just laughed again, softer this time. Fond. “So… now what?”

He swallowed, heart still racing. “Now… now you let me walk you home, dumbass.”

You beamed. “That sounds nice.”

And as you started walking together, Bakugo felt something strange settle in his chest.

Warm. Light.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

SAKURASZN © 2025 !

[dollbrbie]

♡ ⸝⸝ NEVER GETTING RID OF HIM

cw. ex!kaiser & bratz!reader , mentions of alcohol use , make up sex , rough sex , possessiveness

kaiser (do not reply) :

who’s that guy ur talking to??

1:02 am

kaiser (do not reply) :

don’t play w me yk i’ll come over and kick his ass

1:03 am

you roll your eyes at the texts that light up your phone screen. how unbelievably childish. kaiser has always been the type of guy that seems to believe you’re still his when you’re most definitely not. besides, you had been broken up for two months now, it was about time for the both of you to start moving on.

that’s why you found yourself talking to some guy at the club, drunk out of your mind, the one kaiser was conveniently also at. you wouldn’t even put it past him if he came only because he found out you were. he was a little crazy like that.

“yeah, but anyways as i was saying..”, you say, putting your phone on silent and back in your bag, smiling back up at the stranger.

you suddenly feel an arm snake around your waist, the hold way too familiar, “hey, baby.”, your ex boyfriend smiles, a hint of irritation in his eyes.

you scoff with an eye roll, “what do you want?”

“just wondering why this guy is talking to my girl is all.”, he shrugs nonchalantly, like he was really still your man.

“i’m not your fucking girl, kaiser.”

“uhh.. yeah i think i’ll head off.”, the guy you had previously been talking to says awkwardly, pulling a straight smile before wandering off into the crowd.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing? i was talking to him! you can’t just show up whenever you feel like.”, you yell against the loud music echoing through your ears.

“y’still my girl whether you like it or not. you think i’m gonna let these loser guys think they have a chance with you?”

“i’m not your girl for fuck sake!”, you yell in frustration, “we broke up, don’t you get it? we’re done.”

you sigh in pure frustration before attempting to storm off, kaiser’s hand quick to grab your wrist to prevent that, “alright, hold on, please. just hear me out.”

you turn around, looking at his defeated face, causing your heart to thump, “why should i, though? it’s not like you deserve it.”

“i know, baby. i know.”, he admits, pulling you closer, “but can’t we just talk?”, he adds, “cmon?”

“fine. where?”

“oh- fuck.”, you whimper out as you feel kaiser bottom out inside you, “baby, please.”

“yeah? what is it, beautiful? use your words.”

you knew this would happen. it always does whenever you and kaiser go to ‘talk things out’. you always end up underneath him, fucking you like he’s never fucked you before. i guess that was one good thing about this.

“too much-”

“nah.. you can take it baby, cmon.”, he coaxes, seeing the way your body squirmed, knowing you were close to reaching your peak.

kaiser knew you and your body too well. the way your legs would squirm and your back would arch when that knot of pleasure would build up in your stomach. the way your nails would claw his back and your legs refused to stay still when it was getting too much.

he knew you like the back of his hand and he knew exactly how to tip you over the edge.

and just like his predictions, you arch your back as you mewl out, “m’gonna cum..”

“already, baby?”, he asks through a breathy laugh to which you nod frantically, your legs wrapping around kaiser’s waist, your pleasure so close to tipping over.

“go on then, cum for me, pretty.”, he coaxes once more, your orgasm spilling over the edge and shooting down your body, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes screw shut and your legs tighten around your ex’s waist.

kaiser continues fucking you through your orgasm, your beautiful whines sending him over the edge as he overstimulates your pretty pussy, “what? y’think i’m done? i’ve not even come yet.”, he adds, “and we have a lot of making up to do, don’t we?”

he kisses away your tears of pleasure, smiling to himself as he has you exactly where he wants you. he let you have your time believing you were standing on business. but you had always been his and he certainly won’t be letting you escape from his grasp again.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[pigfartsviatardis]

This is so lovely (as your art always is amiko!). It reminds me of this moment from ‘Looking Glass’:

“You would have done the same thing,” Viktor says softly, realisation pulsing through him. “If you hadn’t been in a position to oppose Heimerdinger, if we’d still been a couple… you would have run away with me without a second thought, wouldn’t you?”

Jayce gives him a strange, almost sad look. “Vik. I would have run away with you any time you asked, couple or not. You’re my best friend. Plus… yeah. In love with you.”

Viktor can only shake his head, throat thick, eyes welling. “I didn’t know. I thought it was just… pity and leftover affection, by the end. I was a bitter fool, I should have- I should have trusted you-”

“I put on a pretty good front,” sighs Jayce, opening his arms as Viktor moves toward him, wrapping him in a close hug. He speaks into his hair. “I didn’t want you to know. I should have trusted you, too.”

Viktor gives an ugly bark of laughter into Jayce’s shirt. “What a pair we make.”

Jayce huffs, warm and close. “Yeah.”

'I need you.'

[honeyshiddendesire]

Worst Generation + Shared Kinks 

Warnings: degradation, pussy drunk men, public sex, deep throating, dirty talk, pet names and teasing, doms, captian kink duh!!

Characters: Eustass Kidd, Luffy & Law

*masterlist* *banner*

Call Me Captain

Eustass Kidd fucking lovessss when you call him captain, this man don’t even care how you’re saying it. You could yell at him “Fuck off Captain.” or “Sure thing Captain.” And the man is gonna fold like some laundry. Will scoop you up over his shoulders like a bag of potatoes and immediately take you to his room for the ride of your life. Those strong hips of yours would thrust into you with a force that would leave you sore for days, face scrunched up in pleasure as he encouraged you on. “Fuck- call me captain again baby, lemme hear it. Sounds so pretty coming from you.” If there’s anything you ever want best believe all you have to do is say that word for him and it’s yours. “Hell yeah I gotcha ya baby, that’s what your Captain’s for.”

Luffy when he heard you moan out the word Captain during sex instantly made him freeze, head tilting like the cute little puppy he is. You’re fucked out beyond belief to register the gears tearing in his head, his chest rising and falling faster as he suddenly had a newfound passion. Would totally want you to say it again…like alot. “Hey Y/N call me Captain again. I like it. Keep saying it for me okay?” Luffy would fuck into you like a beast that you’ve never seen before, hips snapping into you like a monster, grin so wide you practically saw your reflection in his teeth. “Say Captain- yeah just like that.” 

Law is a tricky one because it wouldn’t take the both of you fucking to make his head spin hearing that word leave your mouth. It would be the moment you entered onto the crew that the feelings would harbor. Using that damn word as fuel for the way he fists his cock when he’s all alone. Picturing the way you would sound moaning it out for him as he bounces you on his cock, your expression wrecked as he pushes you down to take more of his length. “Fuck- please call me captain again.” Law would quietly mumble into the hand that he had over his own mouth. The day you too finally fuck is when you walk in saying the exact word he needed to hear in order to cum. “Hey Captain!” Yeah the man was done for but so was your pussy after he was done with you. (totally gotta write this out lol)

✨ They get called Captain all day but when it leaves your pretty lips it never sounded sweeter ✨

Public Sex 

Eustass Kidd has no boundaries unless you set them. So if you don’t stop the man he would have no problem bending you over the deck and pounding into your squishy pussy till she cries perfectly for him. He wouldn’t care if you’re loud or if you’re biting your own fingers off in order to not make a sound. “Pretty pussy, just gotta have it no matter where we are.” Eustass would fuck you in an alley after hitting up a bar too, strong arms lifting you up like you weigh nothing cause to a man like him you definitely don’t. “Dammit baby, this pussy is gonna be the fucking death of me you know that right? Like the shit that you fucking do to me.” 

Luffy also has no boundaries because that’s just who he is to be honest. Like the man genuinely has no shame in the things that he does, so he would fuck you right on the head of the Sunny. Stretchy limbs wrapped around you like ropes that keep you in place, “Damn you feel so good I don’t think I’ll be able to stop even if someone comes over. Shishishi!” To say you’re worried is an understatement but everyone would be able to spot the sex eyes that Luffy gives you and knows to stay away. Luffy would fuck you on rough tops, using his arms to slingshot you both up there for a fun rough fuck. Also in alleyways after a good meal but unlike Eustass he would do it in broad daylight, at least Eustass has some decency to wait till the sun is down. “Oh who cares who sees, we’re pirates afterall.”

Law wouldn’t know he had a public sex kink until he was fucking you in his office and the door opened up from a whale pumping into the Polar Tang. No damage would be done to the submarine but the door being unlocked would cause it to pop open. Suddenly he couldn’t help but get turned on to the taboo topic of someone passing by to see your lewd figure bent over his desk. His large cock filling up your pussy with an intense stretch as you clawed at his desk with a moan of his name that made his chest swell. The idea of someone catching your usually put together self being absolutely wrecked into a cock drunk mess made him fuck into you harder and faster. Both of you just getting drunk on the feel of each other. “Damn, would you look at that? Seems like the door opened up love. Hopefully no one sees how desperate you get for my cock.”

✨ It’s their ship and they’ll show everyone that sails the sea just who you belong to ✨

Wear Their Gear 

Eustass Kidd would love love love how good you look completely naked except for his signature red fur coat draped over your shoulders. When he’s fucking your pussy in the alley he’ll use it as a shield from any prying eyes that could be lurking for a little peak of his girl. Even when you’re cold and he drapes it over his shoulders he can’t help his thoughts from drifting into the gutter. Always picturing the way you look laid out on his coat as he folds you into a mating press or ass up face down with your cheek pressed into the plush fur. “Can’t have my pretty slut getting rug burn so I lay my coat down for you doll.” Doesn’t like people touching his shit but you’re definitely the exception because you look so good riding his dick with his coat on. “Looking so good and cozy with my cock in you and my coat on. Shit I gotta buy you your own cause you look hot as fuck right now kitten.” 

Luffy only gives his hat to important people so when he places it on your head as you bounce on his cock the man can’t help the huge grin that paints his face. “You always look good with my hat on.” Luffy would plant his feet down and fuck into you harder just to watch the hat bounce on your head forcing you to keep a hand on it. “Don’t let it fall okay.” Sometimes he would even put his hat on your head as you suck his dick, standing above you with his intense gaze that you match. Hat tipped as you suck on his stretchy cock that he pushed you further down on, his hand holding the hat in place as he thrusts his hips till you choke a bit. “Swallow every bit so you don’t mess up my hat okay?”

Law would also place his hat on your head while you suck on his cock, a smirk playing on his lips as he rests his head against his hand to relax a bit. Pushing your hair back and placing his hat on you to keep your hair out of your face. “You don’t mind holding my hat huh princess?” You wouldn’t be able to answer as he would only fuck into your throat harder making you choke on his length. “Awe I thought you liked my hat baby?” Law would taunt as your brows would furrow, gaze growing teary as you stare up at the man. His other hand would stroke your cheek lovingly, but his hips were anything but nice. “I’m sorry baby I just love seeing you in my stuff, it makes me get a little carried away.”

✨ They were picky when it came to their things, but when it’s you they don’t mind one bit ✨

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Old Faces

Summary: At seventeen, Dean fell hard for the girl in his high school English class. He never got a chance to make a move before he was on the road again. When he bumps into her working the same case as himself, he wants to know how her apple pie life got flipped upside down...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Enjoy!...

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“No Ding Dongs? Are you serious?” you said, standing up with a groan at the mini mart. 

“Sorry. I got the last of them,” said a voice that was vaguely familiar. You spun around, the stranger’s eyes going wide just as fast as yours. “Do I know you? You look so familiar.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he said with a big smile. “You grew up to be gorgeous. I would expect nothing less though from Mountainside’s head cheerleader.”

“Ah, we went to high school together,” you said, giving him a smile. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember your name.”

“I wouldn’t expect it. I was only there three weeks. Dean Winchester,” he said.

“The bad boy!” you said with a laugh. “I remember you. You dyed the football team’s pants pink on homecoming night.”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t the most mature guy back then.”

“You past the bad boy ways?” you said.

“Mostly,” he said with a hand wave. “You live around here?”

“No. I’m just in town for work,” you said.

“Me too,” he said.

“Hey, what ever happened to you? You just left one day out of the blue,” you said.

“My dad had a different job somewhere else. It was pretty normal for us to move around a lot,” he said. 

“Too bad. The cheerleading squad talked about you all the time,” you said. “You would have had your pick of a girlfriend.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure the one I wanted wasn’t available,” he said, giving you a smile. He reached into his basket and pulled out the box of Ding Dongs, tossing them in yours. “Nice seeing you, Y/N.”

“You too, Dean.”

Later That Evening

“Drop it!” you shouted at the dark figure. It mumbled something but you saw a gun get lowered to the ground. The creature turned around but you went wide eyed for the second time that night.

“Y/N?” asked Dean, looking around before settling on you. “Wha...what are...”

“Fucking hell. You’re a hunter,” you said, lowering your gun, Dean dropping his hands. “It makes perfect sense now.”

“You hunt?” he asked.

“Well I-”

You woke up in a motel room, your head throbbing as you sat up, blinking at Dean and someone else.

“Sorry about the concussion. I thought you were the witch,” said the man.

“Nope. Not her,” you groaned, sighing as you tried to get to your feet.

“Take it easy,” said Dean, guiding you to stay on the bed. 

“Did you get the witch?” you asked.

“No,” said Dean. “Sam’s working another lead though. We think she might still be in town.”

“Good,” you said. 

“So you’re a hunter?” he asked.

“As I was saying before Paul Bunyan over there hit me, yes,” you said. “Been one for a while.”

“But you had such a perfect life,” said Dean. 

“Have you ever heard the phrase, keeping up appearances?” you asked. Dean looked over to Sam, both staring at their laps. “Of course. You grew up hunters. You knew how to pretend to be normal kids.”

“Did your parents hunt?” asked Dean. You scoffed and shook your head.

“When I was about thirteen, my parents went out on a date night. The things that came home were not my parents. If I played along and played house like everything was fine, they told me they’d let my parents go. They were demons. My parents died that night I’m pretty sure but I didn’t know any of that. I spent the next five years doing what they wanted, pretending everything was fine,” you said.

“What changed?” asked Dean.

“I found out about hunting, demons...I realized play time was over and I had to get out of there,” you said.

“And I thought we had a messed up childhood,” said Dean, running his hand through his hair.

“So...we teaming up on this witch thing or what?” you asked.

“Uh, sure,” said Dean, Sam nodding his head. “The more the merrier.”

“Sam,” you asked that night while Dean was busy grabbing some food from a fast food place. “Why does Dean keep staring at me?”

“Because you’re Y/N Y/L/N,” said Sam with a little laugh from the front seat of baby. “Dean had the biggest crush in the world on you. He wouldn’t shut up about you for three weeks straight.”

“He had a crush on me?” you asked. “Why?”

“Why does any teenage boy have a crush on the head cheerleader?” said Sam with an eye roll. “He probably thought you were cute.”

“He’s not like...obsessed or something,” you said, Sam immediately shaking his head.

“My guess is he’s just super surprised you turned out to be a hunter,” said Sam.

“Yeah. That’s probably it.”

“Well that went smoother than expected,” you said around midnight, slamming your trunk closed. 

“You should think about getting a partner. They come in handy,” said Dean. You nodded and went to climb in your car when Dean grunted. “Give us a second Sammy?”

“What’s up?” you asked, Dean waiting until Sam was tucked away in the Impala.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Back in high school. I could have helped. I could gotten my dad involved and-”

“I don’t know what you remember about high school but we weren’t friends,” you said.

“No but you did keep the football team from pounding me to death after the pants thing,” he said. 

“It was a harmless prank. I figured the new kid didn’t need to get beaten half to death,” you said.

“Yeah and I said thanks and you made some weird comment and I asked if you were okay and you gave another weird comment and then I never saw you again,” he said.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have gone talking about my demon parents to every kid I didn’t know on the off chance they could help,” you said, crossing your arms. 

“Well...I could have done something,” he said. 

“It wasn’t your problem. I dealt with it and it’s over,” you said.

“You didn’t make a deal, did you?” he asked.

“No. I handled it,” you said. “Is that what’s been eating you all night? You think you didn’t save me back then so you’re responsible?”

“I’m thinking if I had the guts to ask you out, I might have gone over to your house and seen the signs and saved you a lot of crap,” he said.

“Like I said, I handled it,” you said.

“You don’t have to be in this life you know,” he said.

“Neither do you,” you said.

“Yes I do.”

“Me too,” you said.

“Can I at least buy you a beer?” he asked.

“Took you long enough to ask,” you said with a small smile.

“Better late than never.”

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[peacheeeliz]

016. she don't want you (wc: 770)

“It's so nice to finally meet the girl who's been clouding our Jisungie’s mind lately,” Jeno teases, pinching at the youngest boy's cheek. “We were all so sad we missed you last time.”

Jisung pulls away from Jeno, swatting his hand away. “Jeno, I'm a grown man,” he whines, avoiding eye contact with you as you sit down next to him.

“You're a grown man, but get tense whenever Y/N sits next to you,” Chenle comments, chuckling. “It's nice to see you again, Y/Nie.”

“You too, Lele,” you respond, smiling sweetly at the group. Your eyes fall on the only other familiar face, and your smile falls. “What are you doing here?”

“Jeez, you'd think you'd be kinder to your cousin,” Donghyuck replies, rolling his eyes. “I don't know why these dorks wanted to meet you so bad, I told them you were insane.”

“They're friends with you, I don't see how that's any different,” you joke, sticking your tongue out at him. “And they seem to love me already, especially Sungie,” you continue, knocking your shoulder into his.

“You're gonna give the guy a heart attack,” Jaemin teases, watching the way Jisung's face turns bright red at your words. “You're too cute, Sungie. How can we not baby you?”

Jisung just sighs in response, shyly looking over at you. “You were fine being all cuddly and flirty last night,” you whisper to him, letting out a small laugh. “Don't want to show that side to your friends or something?”

He returns the favor, knocking his shoulder into yours, and you can only smile back softly. You go to speak to the rest of the group again, but another voice cuts into the conversation:

“There you are, pretty,” the voice says, and your shoulders tense up. The empty chair beside you squeaks against the floor as they pull it out from the table, taking a seat next to you.”I knew you'd be on break around this time.”

“We didn't invite you to sit with us,” Donghyuck starts, glaring at the new person. “Sion.”

Sion smiles softly, throwing his arm around your shoulder, only for you to throw it right back off. “Oh, come on, I just want to visit my sweet barista.”

“Not yours, jackass,” you tell him, scooting your chair closer to Jisung. The man subtly pulls it even closer, wanting you as far away from Sion as you can get. “Just go, Sion. Order your drink and leave, please.”

“Baby,” Sion starts, running his hand along the edge of the table, closing in on your own. You pull back your hand instantly. “I just want to talk to you again. Our small chat yesterday just wasn't enough.”

“She doesn't want to talk to you, man,” Jeno fixes his posture, trying to make himself look bigger to scare the younger man off. “And like my friend here said, we didn't invite you to sit with us.”

“This doesn't concern you,” Sion responds nonchalantly, eyes never leaving you. “Come on, let's go outside.”

“She's not interested,” Jisung says, staring daggers into the other man's skull. “How many times does she need to tell you for you to finally get it?”

Sion scoffs, finally looking away from you and staring directly into Jisung's eyes with a cold look. “Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard me, asshole,” Jisung replies. The rest of the group stare at their friend with wide eyes, in utter shock by the hostile words that leave his mouth. “What? You want to date her again because you've lost all control? She's actually dressing how she likes and you don't fuck with that? Or is it the fact that she's moved on to me?” He continues, and the fact that he can't almost see the steam rolling out of Sion's ears makes him smile. “Does that get under your skin?”

Your head slowly turns toward Jisung, jaw dropping at his sudden hostility. “Sungie,” you whisper, pulling at his sleeve.

Sion can't help but laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Yeah, I wasn't talking to you,” he says, a fake smile playing at his lips.

“Yeah, I don't care,” Jisung mocks, scrunching his nose up at Sion. “She don't want you, man. Learn to take no for an answer.”

“Learn not to speak when I'm not speaking to you,” Sion replies. His jaw tenses up, and he runs his hand through his hair, while his other hand tries to find yours again. “She knows she can't be away from me for long.”

Jisung's fist clenches in his lap, and he just can't hold his anger back any longer.

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Wish You were Sober

Word count: 755 Summary:"But you don’t get it." He pouted, shaking his head dramatically. "I love you, like—like, love you. Like, if you were a pizza, you’d be my favorite topping. If you were a song, I’d put you on repeat forever." Pairing: Dino x reader

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"Listen to me." Chan wobbled, gripping your shoulders with surprising strength for someone who could barely stand straight. His eyes were unfocused, but his determination was unwavering. "I love you."

You sighed, adjusting your grip on his waist as you tried to keep him from toppling over. "I know, Chan. You’ve told me at least ten times in the last five minutes."

"But you don’t get it." He pouted, shaking his head dramatically. "I love you, like—like, love you. Like, if you were a pizza, you’d be my favorite topping. If you were a song, I’d put you on repeat forever." He blinked up at you, his expression a mix of sincerity and exaggerated drunken emotion.

You couldn't help but laugh. "That’s very poetic."

"It is!" He pointed a wobbly finger at you. "And you’re so pretty. Like, ridiculously pretty. Like—like, why aren’t we dating? That’s stupid. We should be dating."

"You’re drunk, Chan."

"I’m drunk in love!" He threw his arms around you, nearly sending you both to the floor. You struggled to steady him, but he only tightened his hold, resting his head against your shoulder. "You're so warm. Can we stay like this forever?"

"Chan—"

"No, no, no!" He pulled back, brows furrowing. "Say it back. Tell me you love me."

You bit back another laugh. "I'll tell you when you're sober."

He gasped. "That’s cheating!"

"That's common sense."

Chan groaned, dramatically burying his face in your neck. "Then I’m never sobering up. Ever. This is my life now."

You rolled your eyes, rubbing his back as he clung to you like a stubborn koala. At least he was a cute drunk.

You gently tried to maneuver him toward the couch, but Chan wasn’t having it. "No," he whined, wrapping his arms around you tighter, "I need to confess more. I have so much love to give." His voice was muffled against your neck, but the earnestness was clear.

“Chan, seriously—” You tried, but he cut you off, lifting his head to look at you with wide, pleading eyes.

“Don’t you see? I’m the one for you!” He paused dramatically, holding a finger up as if he was about to deliver the greatest revelation. “I’d take you to the moon, no questions asked. I’d build a spaceship with my bare hands—well, with help—but mostly my bare hands—just for you!” He was nodding to himself as though he’d just unlocked some new level of genius.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics. “I think you need to sleep more than a spaceship, Chan.”

He shook his head fiercely, making a little too much of a commotion. “Nooo, I need you to understand. I’m serious. I love you that much. Like, I’d fight a dragon for you. Or at least, like, an angry cat.” He squinted as though he was considering the logistics of facing off against a furious feline. “A big cat.”

“Fighting dragons and cats sounds exhausting,” you teased, glancing down at him as he rested his head back on your shoulder, eyes closing for a brief second.

Chan blinked up at you again, his face so close to yours now that you could feel the heat of his breath. “I’m telling you this because I can’t stop thinking about you. Like, all the time. I think about how your hair looks when it’s messy and how cute you look when you laugh, and I just wanna kiss you so bad.” His words were slurred, but his lips were dangerously close to yours.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden rush of butterflies in your stomach. “Dino…”

“Yes, yes,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m Dino, and I’m in love with you. Can’t you see it?”

“Yeah, I can,” you said softly, running a hand through his hair. He leaned into your touch like a contented kitten, his arms loosening around your waist as he melted into the couch.

“Good,” he mumbled, eyes closing fully now as his breath slowed. “Because if you didn’t, I’d have to tell you a thousand more times until you got it. A thousand and one, if I have to.”

“Goodnight, Dino,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss his forehead gently, heart fluttering despite his drunken ramblings.

“Goodnight… I love you,” he sighed contentedly, already half asleep, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.

You smiled to yourself, knowing that despite his stubborn drunkenness, he had a way of making you feel like the most special person in the world.

[woso-story]

Better Boyfriend Than Him - Part Eight

Alexia Putellas x Reader - Other Parts

The apartment was quiet. The only sound was the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional rustle of blankets as you shifted on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Sleep felt impossible.

Your mind wouldn’t stop.

Everything from today—everything from the past few weeks—was running in circles in your head.

Luis. The breakup. The fact that you had moved to Barcelona not just for work, but for him. And now? What was left for you here? Did you pack up and go back to Zaragoza? Start over?

The thought of leaving made your chest ache. You had built something here. Maybe not much, but still—leaving felt like admitting defeat.

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face.

Then, a quiet voice broke through the silence.

“You’re thinking too much.”

You turned your head slightly, blinking through the darkness. On the other couch, Alexia was lying on her side, propped up on one elbow, watching you with a concerned expression.

You let out a breath. “I can’t help it.”

Alexia tilted her head. “What are you thinking about?”

You hesitated. “It’s not important. You should get some sleep.”

But Alexia didn’t budge. “I’d like to help. Even if it’s just by listening.”

You studied her face for a moment. There was something about the way she said it, the quiet sincerity in her voice, that made you actually consider opening up.

After a pause, you exhaled and looked back up at the ceiling.

“I was just thinking about the future. About what comes next.”

Alexia hummed softly. “And?”

You swallowed. “I thought my life in Barcelona would be different. I thought I’d be happy here. That everything would work out. But now? I have a cheating ex-boyfriend, a broken relationship, and no idea what I’m supposed to do next.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Alexia spoke, her voice steady.

“Everything will fall into place.”

You turned your head to look at her again.

“And if you need anything,” she continued, “you know Mapi and Ingrid will be there for you. And… so will I.”

There was something reassuring about the way she said it. Like she really meant it.

You gave her a small, tired smile. “Thank you.”

Alexia’s expression softened. “Luis is an idiot.”

You let out a surprised laugh, and Alexia smirked.

“I’m serious,” she said. “He made a huge mistake. You’re a pretty special person, and it’s his loss.”

Your cheeks instantly grew warm, and you were grateful for the darkness, hoping she couldn’t see your reaction.

You cleared your throat. “How do you even know that? Most of the time we’ve seen each other, we were arguing.”

Alexia grinned. “I just have a feeling.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“And also,” she added with a chuckle, “Mapi talks about you all the time. She’s always telling me how special you are.”

That made your stomach flutter a little.

Alexia continued, laughing softly, “Honestly, I wanted to spend more time with you, to get to know you better, but you never wanted to.”

You let out a small laugh of your own. “That’s because you always try to get under my skin.”

Alexia smirked. “Yeah… I do.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, a small smile lingering on your lips.

Then Alexia’s voice came softer this time. “But really… everything will be okay. It won’t feel like it now, but it will.”

You wanted to believe her.

Maybe, just for tonight, you could.

You both kept talking for a little while longer, the conversation lighter now, until eventually, exhaustion started creeping in.

Alexia shifted on the couch, stretching slightly. “We should sleep.”

You nodded, pulling the blanket up around you.

“Good night,” she said softly. “Sweet dreams.”

There was something about the way she said it—gentle, warm—that made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t fully understand.

But for the first time that night, you felt a little bit of peace.

And as your eyes finally drifted shut, you let yourself believe—just a little—that maybe Alexia was right. Maybe things would be okay again.

[spiicii]

the usos / raw tag team champions

x fem!reader word count → 1.9k summary → this is literally just pwp. the usos have a breeding kink (change my mind!)  notes → thank you @wishyouloveme for the idea! and thank you @minteagalaxea and @acute-crashout-jeyuso for beta reading!  links → masterlist / taglist  tags → breeding kink, unprotected piv sex, daddy kink, threesome, possessive behavior, overstimulation, degradation, crying, the twins want you pregnant so bad

“You playin’ it risky, girl.” Jimmy chuckled in your ear, his cock buried so deep inside of you that you were seeing stars. “You know we ain’t gonna be changin’ it up.” 

You knew they wouldn’t. In the year you’ve been dating the twins, they never pulled out. Never wore a condom. It was why you’d been so conscientious about taking your birth control pills in the first place. But when you’d forgotten your pills last week, you knew that you would still end up here: on your back, legs spread with both Uso twins between them, pumping you full of their seed again and again. 

“I think we’ll be okay.” You whispered, forcing your brain to focus even as Jimmy’s dick tried to turn your thoughts into radio static. “I just had my period. It isn’t time yet.” 

“Hm.” Jimmy hummed noncommittally, his thrusts never slowing even as you began to writhe beneath him. “You better hope so. Otherwise you gon end up pregnant. Is that whatchu want?” 

You shook your head, trying to focus on his words even as his pleasure shot up your spine with every thrust. Jey chuckled beside you, his fingers tangling in your hair to tug your head back. You let out a moan at the feeling, your eyes opening to meet Jey’s piercing gaze. 

“I dunno, uce. Maybe she planned this whole thing. Tryin’ to baby trap us and shit.” 

Jey’s smile was mischievous, his fingers tugging again on your hair just to hear you moan again. “Knew she was a slut, but I didn’t think she’d stoop that low.” 

You tried to shake your head but Jey’s grip on your hair made it impossible. “Please.” You gasped, your eyelids fluttering. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to.” 

“Yeah, right.” Jimmy huffed, his rough hands now grasping at your thighs to pull you closer. “You knew whatchu was doin’. Is this what you wanted, slut? For us to pump you full and knock you up? For us to make you a mama?” 

Jimmy shifted his hips and his next thrust hit your g-spot with devastating accuracy, causing you to let out a cry at the feeling. Arousal and delicious heat were beginning to lick across your limbs like wildfire. 

“I guess that’s why she did it.” Jey chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple even as Jimmy’s thrusts caused you to roll your eyes into the back of your head. “But maybe she’s on to somethin’, uce. I think she’d look real pretty knocked up.” 

Their words were getting to you. The image of being pregnant with their child, not even sure which one of them was the father, was causing lightning bolts of arousal to shoot through your body. Your pussy spasmed helplessly around Jimmy’s length and he laughed, his grip on your quivering thighs tightening. 

“I think she likes it too, uce. Startin’ to think you right. Trappin’ us so we can’t ever leave her alone. That’s what you really wanted, wasn’t it, girl? Don’t wanna let us go, do you?”  

You were having trouble hearing him, the pleasure in your core beginning to overtake your other senses. And when Jimmy finally spilled inside of you, you were quick to follow, your orgasm leaving you shaking and breathless. 

Jimmy didn’t give you long to recover, quickly pulling out so that him and his brother could trade places. Jey didn’t waste any time, immediately burying himself inside of you before any of his brother’s come leaked out of your hole. You didn’t miss the way his hand pressed possessively against your stomach, right above where your womb sat. 

“Wouldn’t mind knocking you up, sweetheart.” Jey murmured, his brow furrowed in concentration as he began thrusting into you. “Think you’d make the prettiest mama. Whatchu think?” 

You didn’t have any words for him, not while his cock was filling you so perfectly. The pleasure from your last orgasm was still simmering low in your core, the tension beginning to build again. It felt impossibly wet between your legs, your juices and some of his brother’s come beginning to leak out and drip onto the mattress. 

“That whatchu want, baby?” Jimmy cooed in your ear, his hands on your face as he began to pepper your cheeks with kisses. “To carry our babies? Make sure the world knows who you belong to?” 

You let out a high-pitched keen when Jey hit your g-spot again, overstimulation beginning to prick at your muscles as he began picking up the pace. He began pounding you into a new fervor, seemingly spurred on by his brother’s words. 

“And what happens when you end up with twins?” Jey asked, his voice an octave deeper than usual. “You think you can handle allat? You can barely handle the twins you got now.” 

Jey wasn’t normally one to finish quickly, but you could tell it was all getting to him. The thought of your belly round, your breasts filled with milk, carrying another Samoan into the world…it was all sending him spiraling towards orgasm much quicker than usual. You knew they loved the idea of getting you pregnant, but you hadn’t expected them to act like this the second it became a real possibility. 

Jimmy was still pressing kisses to your face, his large hand palming at one of your breasts. “You ain’t gotta do all this to get us to stick around, baby.” He teased. “You know we ain’t ever leaving you. You know we ain’t lettin’ our best girl go.” 

Jey finished inside you with a grunt, still keeping that possessive hand over your womb as he buried himself as deep as possible, ensuring you took every drop. He didn’t seem interested in pulling out, his eyes dark as he stared at you trembling beneath him. 

“Please, please, Jey…” Your voice was wrecked. “I can’t…I need…” 

“Shhh,” Jimmy was quick to shush you, kissing your sweaty forehead with a new tenderness. “I know, sweetheart. Too drunk on cock to think, ain’t you? Don’t worry, you know we gotchu.” 

Jimmy was quick to replace his brother, once again lining up at your entrance before thrusting inside again. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, the arousal and overstimulation causing your body to feel hot and feverish. Still, you couldn’t help the next word that came out of your mouth. 

“Daddy.” It came out as nothing more than a whisper, but the twins heard it all the same, both of them chuckling.

“That’s right, mamas.” Jey cooed in your ear, grabbing your jaw to meet your eyes. “Gonna knock you up and be your daddies. Just like you wanted, huh?” 

You couldn’t help but nod, the arousal building inside you once again. “Want it so bad.” You admitted, opening your legs even wider to grant Jimmy better access. “Please, I need it.” 

Jimmy’s grin was wicked. “Oh, baby. You don’t even know what you’re askin’ for.” 

*****

You knew that the twins had stamina, but you had no idea they could go for this long. You’d lost count of how many times they’d come inside you, continuing to breed you late into the night. Your cunt was sore, your body exhausted from how many times they’d made you come. You felt full now, your womb flooded with the many loads they’d given you. You weren’t even sure how they could keep going. They seemed determined to fill you to the brim, triggered by the primal urge to come inside you and get you pregnant. 

The room smelled like sex, the sheets beneath you completely soaked. You might have felt disgusted about it if you could even think. The world around you was hazy, even as you stared up at whichever twin was between your legs now. You were pretty sure it was Jimmy, but your thoughts were so scrambled you couldn’t be sure. 

“So sweet. You take it so good, baby.” 

The voice in your ear was Jimmy’s, so the cock inside you must belong to Jey. Probably. But did it really matter? 

You felt warm and euphoric, the pleasure causing your body to thrum like a live wire. You couldn’t get enough of them.

“Such a good girl.” Jey cooed, his thrusts somehow still steady despite the multiple loads he’d given you. “Knew you’d take it like a champ. Just made to be bred like this, huh?” 

It shouldn’t have been possible for him to come inside you again, but he did, leaning over you to press a sweet kiss to your cheek before pulling out again. 

“Just one more.” Jimmy whispered in your ear, already leaning up to take his brother’s place again. You knew it was a lie, but you didn’t mind, allowing him to slip inside your wetness with ease. You’d let them go all night if they wanted. 

“Daddy, please.” you whined, yet another orgasm building inside you. They were almost painful now, their perfect cocks wringing as much pleasure from you as possible. “I can’t…I don’t-”

“It’s okay, mamas.” Jey crooned in your ear, reaching up to wipe some of the sweaty hair from your forehead. “Just let go. We gotchu. It’s alright.” 

The tension snapped and you came again, somehow gushing around Jimmy’s cock as he continued to pound into you. 

“Shit, you really want a baby, huh?” Jimmy panted, his thrusts so hard you were certain your cervix would bruise. “Lemme give it to you, mama. Gonna fill you again. Gonna knock you up so everyone’ll know you’re ours.” 

It went on like this for hours. By the time they finally finished, it was almost sunrise. You knew you wouldn’t be walking for days after this, your legs completely numb from how many positions they’d put you in. You tried to shift the best you could to relieve some of the pressure on your lower back, but a hand on your inner thigh immediately stilled you. 

“Can’t waste a drop, sweetheart.” Jimmy murmured, using his fingers to stuff the come that was leaking out of your hole back in. “How else you gonna get what you want?” The feeling of his fingers prodding at your sore pussy caused shockwaves of overstimulation to wrack your body, a low moan tearing from your throat. 

“Hush, baby. It’s alright.” Jey’s arms were wrapped around you, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he held you close. “Don’t cry. It’s okay.” 

Were you crying? You couldn’t be sure, not when your thoughts were this muddled, your body feverish and oversensitive. 

“Daddy.” It seemed to be the only word you could think of, your brain struggling to formulate a coherent thought. The twins didn’t seem to mind, both of them cooing sweet words to you as they leaned over to kiss you.  

“Such a sweet girl.” One of them said, their lips soft against yours. “We’re pretty lucky our baby mama’s the prettiest of the bunch. Ain’t we, uce?” 

“Mm hm.” The other hummed in agreement. “Gonna take care of you, mamas. We ain’t going anywhere.” 

You knew they wouldn’t. You could already see it now: a little boy, his head full of dark curls and his skin a familiar bronze. He’d have Jey’s eyes and Jimmy’s smile. You couldn’t help but feel a warm glow inside you at the thought, letting a small sound of happiness as the twins placed their possessive hands above your womb. They were looking at you hopefully, no doubt thinking the same thing as you. 

Maybe forgetting your birth control pills wasn’t the worst thing in the world. 

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[kenpachissluut]

Bleach Men and their favorite Positions (18+) ꨄ︎

warning: smut, explicit content and language, 18+mdni

featuring: kenpachi zaraki, mayuri kurotsuchi, shunsui kyoraku, grimmjow jaegerjaquez, shinji hirako, aizen sosuke

Kenpachi Zaraki - The Hanging Garden ꨄ︎

We all know Kenpachi is a big Man and a big Man always wants to show their dominance and strength over their woman. So there is no surprise that Kenpachi loves to fuck you as he stands tall, while he holds you up firmly by your ass with his strong hands, your legs wrapped around his waist. That Position gives him and his cock the perfect angle to thrust into your Pussy mercilessly and roughly, showing you that you are just a little doll in his strong beefy arms. He would fuck you till he pumps his heavy load of cum deep into your womb and even after that he wouldn’t stop.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi - Doggystyle ꨄ︎

Mayuri loves to fuck you from behind while you are on all fours, head pressed against the pillows. Grabbing you roughly by your ass, slamming his hips and cock into you deeply until you can feel a bulge building inside your tummy. He loves to smack your jiggly ass while it bounces back and forth on his cock, his long nail teasingly playing with your other hole. Mayuri loves to spit down on your pussy while he fucks you even faster, as he loves the sounds you both made together and he loves it even more when you squirt all over his cock.

Shunsui Kyoraku - Cowgirl ꨄ︎

This Man obviously loves when you ride him. He is lazy as fuck and he loves nothing more to sit back and let you do your thing. Bouncing on his hard cock up and down, holding you by your hips, cocky smile on his face as he watches every fucking reaction from you. Shunsui would play teasingly with your clit, as he sees you ride him even faster all desperately for your and his release. Funny thing? You thought he would be to lazy for a round two? No not all, his stamina is absolutely endlessly and you riding him was only a foreplay to him.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez - Full Nelson ꨄ︎

We talked about this before. Legs lifted up in the air, hands tightly behind your neck while he slams his throbbing cock deep up into your sore pussy. Grimmjow is a menace, wanting to always show you that you and your pussy only belongs to him. And what shows it better than pistoning roughly into your womb while you can’t even fucking move? That and the massive fill of cum you get after it.

Shinji Hirako - Missionary ꨄ︎

Yeah, missionary sounds pretty boring but not with Shinji. Oh hell no, not with him. Intense eye contact while he folds you and molds you like he wants to. Deep slow thrusts into your squelching wet pussy. Sounds heavenly and is heavenly. He knows how to hit your sweet spot nice and slowly while he has you in a mean matting press and making you see stars with that slow but amazing pace.

Aizen Sosuke - Reverse Cowgirl ꨄ︎

Aizen loves when you ride him, especially in reverse style. He loves the view he‘s getting from your ass bouncing up and down on his cock. He would guide your movements sometimes to show you he has still dominance over you. The best part? When he slams you roughly down on his cock, holding you on it while he stuffs your insides with his white paint of sweet cum.

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[urprettylildoe]

people like yandere gardener didn't get to complain about their lack of privileges. It's all people like him had.

so when his friend told him about a rich lady looking for a gardener for her house, the opportunity was too good not to pass up.

Upon reaching the estate, the first thing he noticed was that it was huge. It stood lavish and imposing, flanked by stone gates. Lush green lawns surrounded the area, dotted with flower beds.

If his breath wasn't taken away then, it sure was when a soft voice spoke behind him.

"Hi!" he turned his head to see you; a stunning woman dressed elegantly and adorned in luxury — the definition of class. "you must be the gardener we hired."

Ah, you were the one who hired him (his friend had spoken to you prior, but he hadn't met you in person before).

He found himself smiling warmly, fidgeting with his collared shirt, wondering if you noticed how it was slightly ripped at the hem. "Yes, ma'am, that's me."

"Oh, you don't know how much of a relief it was to finally find a good gardener. It means a lot for you take up the job," you were practically bouncing on your toes with barely-restrained delight.

Damn, he sure did win the lottery with this one. Nice paying job and a gorgeous lady-?

All the illusion was shattered when a deep, authorative voice spoke behind.

"There you are, sweetie. I was wondering where you went," a mature, wealthy-looking man wrapped an arm around you.

The young gardener's face drained of all colour when you cuddled into him, a dreamy smile on your lips that was reserved just for the intruder. It seemed like had spoken too soon for his own good.

"Darling, this is the gardener i was telling you about." you looped your arm through your husband's.

It seemed like yandere gardener had a thorn in his side. But he was never one to let precious things slip through his fingers. So in front of your husband, he nodded his head in respect.

You showed him around the garden, rambling on and on. It wasn't't everyday that he'd find a lady as sweet as you to work for. Nowadays, they all curled their lips in disdain at anyone who they couldn't leech off of for their money.

But you? Never you.

Always bringing him inside, offering him a cold beverage, smiling all pretty. C'mon baby, don't you know that you're practically begging him to take what he wants?

He decided to test the waters one day, see if you would reciprocate. He comes in, sweaty and chest bared as usual, while you're sat down on the plush couch flipping through a magazine.

You look up, asking: "oh, you're done already?"

Stretching, he sauntered over to you, "yeah, nothing too hard for little ol' me." that comment made you laugh, your eyes squinting adorably and making his jeans awfully tight.

Sometimes, when your husband's away, he imagines what life would be if he was yours. Coming home from his fancy job, kissing you senseless and cuddling up to you.

A man could only dream. But he's spent all his life dreaming, so is it really wrong to turn this one into reality?

"Here; let me pour you a drink"

His fingertips brushed your arm as you pour him a drink, a spark sizzling between both of you. Yet, you continued to hand him the cup. You were so loyal to an undeserving man it hurt.

He knew that your relationship seemed to be good — always all over each other. Still, you could be going through something far worse behind closed doors.

So, he'll bid his time, then sweep you off your feet.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The house was busy as usual, but not for the same reasons.

Your cheeks were stained with fresh tears, usual attire swapped out for black clothes. Your mother-in-law, equally devastated, tried to console you, but something tells you it wouldn't heal the wound burnt into your chest.

Blunt force trauma resulting from a fall down the stairs.

Your thoughts were jumbled. Your heart was heavy. It was too much. How could you have let this happen? How did you not notice him while he was asleep? Were you such a horrible wife not to hear him fall? How-

"Ma'am?"

You looked up to see the gardener. Somehow, amidst your weeping, you had found yourself back inside the house. His face was softened in concern, and his shaggy hair hung over his eyes.

Sniffling: "yes, yes, i'm fine."

Silence hung in the air afterwards. You didn't fool him. A beat later, " no, you're not."

Unable to hold it all in, your tears spilled over your cheeks once again. "Sobs ripped harshly from your throat.

Too grief-ridden to notice the way his arms wrapped around you so intimately, or how he smiled against his hair, cooing over your state and hushing you. Too vunerable to even refuse his wandering touch.

The days after that were a blur. At times, you were angry at the world. Other times, you were wallowing in your room, curled up on your shared bed. Even too tired to even cry some days.

But he was there. Caring. Hovering. Loving.

He picked you back up on your feet, holding you at rock bottom, reassuring you. It felt rationalised in his mind, almost like a partner comforting his husband. You were too depressed to even pay any mind to him or even assume that he was doing this out of anyone but sympathy,

"Why do you stick around?" You asked one day. Your voice was hoarse, nose runny and eyes puffy. "I appreciate you caring for me but there's no need — you don't get paid enough to do this."

Sitting in your bed, he smiled fondly and brushed a hair out of your face. It was cute how you thought he was in it for the money. "I don't need to get paid to take care of you, ma'am." A pause. "You're already doing enough by letting me stay here with you."

You were so oblivious. You didn't need to know about that his death wasn't exactly an accident. More like a push in the right direction to put it simply.

And when you begin to heal from the tender wounds, he'll glue the pieces of your heart back together in the places he wants them to be. He'll take care of you.

Yandere gardener who every day when he watches you sleep justifies his actions by reminding himself that your late husband didn't deserve all of this wealth and a loving wife.

He did.

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

well tumblr cannibalised my previous attempt at further reblogging THANK YOU VERY MUCH (not)

Jon's in a really tough spot in Metropolis. It had all started at school, when everybody (and he meant everybody) started going crazy over this new rocker girl. And yeah, Jon would admit the music was pretty good

and then it started mind-controlling people

oops. The only thing preventing him, Kon and his Dad from getting mind controlled was their standard issue mind protection tech, but that was only half effective, which meant they were fighting their own urges to join the masses of adoring fans just as much as they were fighting the local supervillains put under the spell of Ember. Worse still, local menace and controversial TikTokker Livewire had also joined the band, making the number of celebrities who were secretly supervillains up to two, which isn' a lot but it it's concerning that it's happened twice (and yes I know there are others but jon doesnt lol)

Just when all hope was lost, a tiny kid in silvery armor rocketed up to where Silver Banshee had pummelled him into the floor. Jon's eyes widened, already calculating flight paths to get the kid out of harm's way despite his injuries, when the kid's back exploded with green smoke, sending him for a collision course right for Silver Banshee. Then, at the last second, two rocket thrusters on the back of the kid's foot exploded, sending his leg careening right into Silver Banshee's face, which had turned around at the noise, knocking her out in one kick

"Huh, not a ghost..." The boy muttered. This close, Jon could see that his helmet visor was electronic, currently displaying a big question mark. "I guess the banshee part of her name is just marketing or something. Oh, wait!"

Before Jon could say anything, the kid snapped a headset onto Jon's ears, and suddenly the persistant pressure to join the mindless horde evaporated. The kid's head tilted and he waved his hand in front of Jon's eyes.

"Hello? Phantom to Superboy? Any lingering feelings of wanting to join the mindless horde of rabid fans of the world's lamest rockstar and her girlfriend?"

Jon shook his head. "No... it's all gone. Thank you. But, who are you? And what are you doing here?"

The kid's helmet turned turned to a grinning cartoonish face. "The name's Phantom, designation JF6290 something something numbers numbers I forgot. I'm an android built to fight ghosts, and," the kid (robot?) turned to look at the masses of mind-controlled people shambling through the streets, "it looks like you guys have a ghost problem."

"Ghosts?" Jon repeated dumbly, still reeling from how peaceful his mind felt at this moment after hours of resisting the control.

"Yeah. This is Ember's work. She's a ghost that gets stronger the more people listen to her music. Normally I have her contained, but this time she managed to sneak out from under my nose, so I guess this is my fault. Sorry about that..." the robot boy's face turned into a crying kaomoji, complete with embarassed blushes.

"Hey, it's not your fault. These things happen. What matters is you've beaten her already, right?'

Phantom's face turned bright again. "Yep! I've got all the latest in ghost hunting tech, but I'm not as good at fighting non-ghosts." He shrugged. If Jon hadn't been told, he'd have thought this was a real human (or metahuman) kid in a suit, with all the extremely casual, laidback mannerisms that Red Tornado rarely exhibited

Jon looked at Silver Banshee, who was sporting a nasty bruise and was still unconscious. "Well, I'm sure we can help you out. The name's Superboy, but you already know that. HOw vulnerable are you to electricity?" he asked, because bringing a kid robot to fight Livewire seemed like a recipe for disaster.

"Welll..." Phantom's face tv screen visor-type deal displayed an O.O emoticon. "I have some tools that might help."

spread his arms out and his chest slit open, revealing a truly implausible number of random gadgets, tools and weapons. "I'm sure at least one of these could help?" Phantom asked

"Do you have more of these headset things?"

"Duh, like twenty?"

"Then let's go! We have to help free my family, then we can deal with Ember and Livevwire."

And that was the beginning of a great partnership and friendship. From then on, Phantom would occasionally pop in to help out with ghost issues, or just to hang out. Sometimes he'd appear in metropolis, but soon he started appearing in Central City, Happy Harbour and other villain hotspots, usually chasing a ghost of some kind, but occasionally he and Jon would just hang out. Then, Damian got wind and basically barged in, demanding answers, only to be disarmed by Phantom's absolute fanboying over him

Danny’s ghost form was harder to hold together the farther away he was from the ghost portal. A solution found by Danny & Tucker was to create a robot body that Danny could possess that stabilized his form. The ectoplasm molding itself into the machine and possession causing Danny to become one with the tech, letting him not only use his ghost powers but also unique weaponry and gadgets built into his robot body.

An added bonus is that no one thinks he’s a ghost or even a human.

[faiszt]

𝟎𝟎𝟓.⠀ DEAR─GOD⠀⠀٭⠀ֹ⠀۪⠀ ❝ ⠀art donaldson.⠀ ꒰⠀single:⠀꒱ ⠀so ︎ close ︎ to ︎ what⠀❞⠀⠀bot drop⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀PRE⠀ ̸ RELEASE

⠀⠀❝ֹ ֹ⠀ haven’t see you in two years, but⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ baby, we still breathe the same air ⠀ּ ּ❞

BOT⠀♡⠀ ꒰⠀all the no-good thoughts⠀꒱⠀ ─ SUMMARY ♡⠀ back then: art donaldson, retired former tennis player, a absolutely legend for his time, so acclaimed in his good guy image... if they only knew his little secret, the little secret he had with his daughter’s best friend.

WORD COUNT⠀♡⠀ 2.5k⠀ ─⠀⠀ CONTAINS⠀♡⠀dilf!art x young!reader. smut content. agegap ꒰ 25 · 45 ꒱ hard & strong language. cheating. slightly mentions of god. blowjob. dirty talk. slightly size kink.⠀+ 18, minors who interact with this will be blocked.⠀⠀⠀⸜ ꒰ ˃ ᵕ ˂ ꒱ ⸝ ೂ

two years ago. fourth semester of college, you had already lost count of how many times you had been stressed, cried, gotten angry and felt your family putting more and more weight on your shoulders. summer break at home were hell, the worst kind, as if your dad were the devil in the flesh.

’cause of this, like an angel, your roommate—and best friend—suggested that you shouldn’t go to your house, but to hers. lily felt lonely all summer, most of the time, not that her parents weren’t around, they just had a few (many) other things to do. you were always there for her, so she felt like she should do the same for you this summer.

bad idea, the worst idea that could’ve crossed her mind.

it wasn’t as if art and tashi’s marriage was still on good terms, quite the opposite, they only stayed together ’cause it seemed too late to waste their energy on a divorce. almost fifty years old now, what could they do?

that’s why they ran away from each other all the time, just like they were a couple in front of the cameras, they didn’t even sleep in the same room at home anymore. everything still seemed so normal to them, lily never even cared about it, almost as if she was trying to be completely oblivious.

this got worse when art learned that you liked tennis, that you had already watched many of his matches and in a way, you had an admiration that he had never really seen so closely. he was dazzled, pretending he didn’t mind—though he was paying attention to every step you took. twenty years younger than him, was he freaking out? yeah, he was.

you were already an adult enough, sure, but you were still too young for him... and, shit, you were also his daughter’s best friend, what the fuck was he thinking when he imagined you in his bed? art had dealt with everything he needed to deal with... now he had to deal with you too.

and he knew exactly how to deal with you.

“i saw you playin’ tennis with lily,” yeah, right, you had seen him watching you and his daughter play tennis on the court, nothing much, just having fun—you had noticed that he, somehow, saw it all as a competition. “you’re pretty good, why didn’t you pursue a career?”

1am, you were staring at him while sitting on the bed, not understanding exactly why he was starting a conversation right now, especially shirtless. “ahn, well... it’s just that i wasn’t that interested in tennis to the point of... you know, wantin’ a career.” you could see the surprise in his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe.

“damn... i get why you and lily got along.” he gave a low, dry laugh, just remembering the thousands of times he and tashi had tried to make lily follow in their footsteps, which she had always refused—so they had just accepted it and forgotten about it. “anyway, do you need something? are you feelin’ comfortable here?”

“yeah, thank you...” you nodded in agreement, giving him a weak smile, trying to be polite even though you were still getting used to their whole family dynamic. “sorry if i’m being intrusive, but what are you doing up, mr. donaldson? i’m just curious.”

a white-toothed smile appeared on art’s face when he heard the way you called him, it made him feel old, definitely, but it also warmed something inside him. “nothing, i think i’m just havin’ trouble sleeping... everything’s fine, don’t worry.”

then, he sighed, looking around. the house was quiet, he knew how fast his wife and daughter slept, he also used to sleep fast a few months ago. but, now his mind was clouded by no-good thoughts, and god, he wanted to get rid of it, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to until he acted on the root of the problem.

“you don’t look sleepy at all either...” he grumbled. “wanna keep me company? i made coffee.” you could even refuse, but there was no way, he was looking at you like a sad, abandoned puppy, not like a forty-five year old man should.

you got up and followed him downstairs, the lights in the whole house were off, except for the one in the kitchen—making the whole place a little melancholic, kinda dark, way too quiet. art poured a cup of coffee for you, then one for himself, trying to hide how much he was watching every little expression you made.

he wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful in those pajamas, and that, maybe, you’d look better without them. but, he just swallowed hard, sipping his coffee in silence. “what are you lookin’ at?” his cup tapped lightly against the marble counter, he was smiling again, with a spark of something you couldn’t quite identify. “i like walkin’ around here shirtless, i hope you don’t mind... look all you want.”

your eyes narrowed a little, a confused laugh escaping you, was he really saying what you heard or was it just in your head? your best friend’s dad... so blatantly telling you that you could look at his bare chest all you wanted. “mr. donaldson, i...” he coughed before you could continue your sentence which he could almost imagine what it’d be.

“no mr. donaldson me, i’m not that old... just call me art, please?” cursed was the time lily invited you to spend the summer break at her house—when you weren’t exactly aware of how tempting her dad could be when he wanted and needed something. “so, come on, pretty princess, let’s be honest... you’re not just lookin’ for the sake of it, are you?”

you sighed heavily, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes as he stopped beside you, taking the coffee cup from your hand. dear god, you thought, noticing the way he leaned against the counter, looking you up and down. “i’m listenin’ to whatever you wanna tell me.” art whispered, so close to your face you could almost feel the heat of his body.

“your wife’s sleeping upstairs, art.” you didn’t really know what to say, your brain was almost short-circuiting with the implication of his words. your heart was racing just thinking about the danger of simply kissing a married man with his wife and daughter sleeping upstairs.

his only reaction was to chuckle softly, now leaning more against you as one of his large hands gently caressed your shoulder. “and so was i when she cheated on me,” he clicked his tongue. “it’s not a revenge, actually, i don’t care about it. but if you do, we can just act like this never happened.”

a little weird, he was giving you the chance to walk away, though he already knew internally that you wouldn’t leave and he was fuckin’ right, you didn’t move a single muscle to be away from him. “i don’t know if i believe you.”

“so let me show you why you should believe me...” art’s hand on your shoulder pulled you closer to him, until your chest was pressed against his bare one, your eyes just in front of his lips like a silent invitation. “desire cannot be faked, sweetheart... i can’t pretend, and neither can you.”

his hand came up, grabbing the back of your neck before crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that was as messy as hot—it was the dirtiest mistake you could ever make, but it felt so right and so good that you almost wanted to pray as you kissed him. he was the worst of men, so maybe you were the worst of women.

art moaned against your lips, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip before his large hand ran down your back. “can you be quiet for me? we don’t wanna wake anyone up... yeah?” his breath was warm in your ear, his lips brushing against your neck before he gave you another one of his smiles that you now understood what they meant.

too late to regret anything, he had already placed you on the counter, pushing the coffee maker as if he couldn’t care less about that bad coffee he had made earlier. he was holding your chin, kissing your lips with fervor and messiness, like he could barely process where your lips actually were ’cause he just wanted to kiss you so badly.

it was too risky to do much, but art wasn’t thinking, neither were you—the rush was taking over, more than it should’ve, so you pushed him back. but, this wasn’t you giving up, no, not at all, you pulled him with you to the other side of the counter, pushing him against it, hands running down his bare chest, stopping at the hem of his pants, wanting to see if this was really real or just a bluff from that old man.

his breath caught in his throat as he leaned back a little, hands braced on the edge of the counter behind him as he enjoyed the sight of you getting down on your knees in front of him. as if he were a god waiting for your prayer, your god.

art felt like he could come just from this holy sight, but he held back, running his tongue over his slightly swollen lower lip, reddish after what you did to it.

you pulled down his sweatpants like he was just another one on your list and he was obsessed with every second of it, he had forgotten what it was like to want something as much as he wanted you. “you’re the one who’s gonna need to keep quiet...” you teased him, tracing the line of his bulge, making him feel his legs weaken.

your mouth was on him in minutes, knees on the carpet, art’s knuckles were turning white from the way he held himself against the counter—gasping every time your hand squeezed his balls and made him see stars. his cock was throbbing inside your mouth, desperately begging for release. he wouldn’t last long, not when his desire was screaming inside him.

“mhnm... fuck... where did you learn that?” opening his mouth was enough for a low moan to escape him, his blue eyes watching intently the way he pumped into your mouth. “you’re being so good to me, pretty... princess...” he began to stroke your hair, letting you take him deeper and deeper.

art wasn’t a small man and he was quite proud of his size, not that many women had access to that, but he liked to see your cute little face struggling not to choke—though he was thrusting his hips forward just to make you feel him all the way to the roof of your mouth. “no, no... no choking... take me like a good little girl, yeah? you can do it.” he gasped, rolling his eyes, the hand in your hair going to your cheek.

he could see your effort to please him and, fuck, that was the most arousing thing he had seen in months.

you were the worst friend and guest in the whole world, but that didn’t matter now that your host felt so good fucking your mouth like you were his fleshlight—he’d be lying if he said that wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever received, maybe it could also be his need speaking louder.

art was getting closer and closer to the edge, it wasn’t hard to notice that, he had been without the right incentive for a while, you were making him look like an idiot, but he couldn’t take it anymore when you were what he needed, you didn’t even need to touch him that much to make him go all the way.

“slow down... or i’ll come...” he said between sighs, as if you weren’t already so invested in this that you’d actually listen to him, he didn’t know you well enough yet to know how you could be. “shit... why... why are you going faster...?”

what was the fun in giving an older man a blowjob if you couldn’t make him whimper for you while you swallowed his whole cock?

“keep whimpering or i’ll stop.” you said, pulling your mouth away from his reddish length for just a measly second, just so he could see that string of saliva that connected you to him. art felt pathetic, just like he had twenty years ago and he wanted more of that guilty youth you made him feel.

he might not obey you, but he did the opposite, just nodding his head as he positioned his hips forward again, almost begging you to make him come down your throat. “don’t stop, please... make me come...” he grumbled, nibbling on his bottom lip, waiting for you.

he had to cover his mouth with his wrist when you went back to sucking him, so hard and good that he’d barely be able to stand if the counter wasn’t behind him. even so, you could hear his whimpers, begging for you, for your mouth, for your tongue. “your mouth... fuck, it’s so good... i need it everyday...”

you could see when his breathing started to get more labored, his eyes opening with difficulty, trying to stay calm even with the sensation completely dominating him. then, he was coming undone on your tongue, thick jets of hot seed hitting your throat as he used both hands to hold your head in place.

“swallow it all, every drop.” he said with a low growl, forcing you to take every drop of what he was offering you until it was empty and softened outside your mouth. “jesus christ, you made me a mess...” a chuckle escaped him as he felt lighter.

you got up from the floor when he offered you a hand after the heated moment between you, watching you with a loving gaze—he didn’t even understand why, but he was looking at you like that without noticing. “can i sleep now, mr. donaldson?” you called him that again just for the teasing, making him roll his eyes.

“stop it... and yeah, you can, but...” he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his bare chest after pulling his sweatpants up again. “only if you promise to do it again tomorrow.”

“a promise, huh? okay, that’s a promise then.” too bad for you, you didn’t know this would haunt you two years later.

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[bunji-enthusiast]

Sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ Oɴ Tʜᴇ Bʟᴀᴄᴋᴛᴏᴘ ⵊⵊ

Summary || Finally, you could do the one thing you’d be waiting for. But it certainly brought new developments, something you never expected. Especially with the same guy you could seemingly never get rid of.

WC: 5k

A/N: finally! Got this out, this is actually the last part but it didn’t seem to take as long to divide up. Apologies if you were waiting for this. Domestic fluff… save me, save me.

Part 1 | part 2 (here)

It had been days since the fight with the Lizard League, and two days since your own visit to Rex’s room, and though the hospital stay wasn’t long enough to drive you completely insane, the lingering ache in your body kept you awake some nights. You still couldn’t shake the way you’d watched Rex in battle, reckless yet... almost fearless. Maybe it was his usual bravado, but there was a part of you that worried about him more than you cared to admit.

That was pretty damn evident, especially with all that's been happening. Even within the quiet humming of the hospital. 

And then there was the prosthetic.

You hadn’t meant to pry during his visits. It’s just... you’d heard the faint clinking of metal, an odd sound that didn’t seem to fit with Rex's usual swagger. So when he’d come by to check on you, a small part of you couldn’t ignore it.

“Hey,” you said, propped up in bed, the sound of your voice unexpectedly hoarse. “Your hand...”

Rex froze. You’d caught him mid-laugh—he’d been making some ridiculous joke about how Monster Girl was going to tear into Invincible for looking too soft in the next fight. But at your words, his smile faltered, and his gaze slid downward toward the hand resting against his knee.

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “We can talk about that if you want. But seriously, you’re looking a lot better. That Lizard League fight—shit was crazy.”

“Right,” You frown, lips pursed in thought. “I still don’t understand what happened, I’m sure I passed out, like halfway through the fight.” Rex just nods in confirmation, keeping his flesh hand at the back of his neck. Eyes seemingly still on you, or somewhere where you had been most injured. 

“S’normal to pass out,” He grins, letting his shoulders deflate. His gait was incredibly gaunt. 

You then ignored his attempt to shift the focus away from him. "What happened?" you asked, your voice gentle now. “You didn’t exactly look... fine when I last saw you.”

Rex hesitated, looking at you for a moment. There was a flicker of something behind his eyes, like he was considering whether to lie or not. You knew Rex wasn’t one to sugarcoat things, but his pride always seemed to come first.

“It’s... It’s fine,” he said, his tone light but not entirely convincing. “Just got some upgrades. Helps me do what I do. And now, I’ve got a new hand to mess things up with. Feels almost... right.”

You raised an eyebrow. "Upgrades, huh? Not the kind of thing you usually talk about. This one looks... different."

He shot you a sideways grin, but there was a quiet wariness in his eyes. "Guess you could say I got a little too... close to the action this time. Lost a hand in the process, but I’m still here, right?" His attempt at humor didn’t quite mask the weariness that came with it.

Something about the way he said it, the way he still tried to act like he was fine, made your chest tighten. You couldn't help but imagine what it would have been like, him on the floor, fighting for his life while you were still passed out during the fight. 

“I know you’re tough, Rex,” you said quietly. “But you don’t have to pretend you’re invincible all the time. You can be... you know, human, too.”

Invincibility be damned. 

It was the same, but important. You wanted him to know you were here for him, not just in the fights, but also mentally. Trying to bear the weight of it all was hard to do, and you felt for him, too much perhaps. One part of you had considered just leaving things as is, but another part of you had persisted against the thought. 

The words hung between you both for a moment. Rex’s jaw clenched, and for a second, he looked like he was about to argue, but then he sighed and leaned back in the chair. "Everybody fucks up," he said, almost like a mantra, one of his famous phrases. His green eyes met yours, but there was something vulnerable behind them, a crack in his usual bravado. "Even me."

You could feel your heart stutter at that admission, something about it resonating deeper than you expected. Maybe it was the way his voice softened just slightly, or the faint hint of pain that lurked beneath his words. It was rare to see Rex let down his walls like this, and you almost didn’t know how to handle it.

You shifted in your bed, wincing a little as you propped yourself up. “Hey,” you started again, the words coming out more carefully this time, “I—I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just... I guess I was just thinking about you, y’know?”

Rex’s expression softened at your words. "Yeah," he said, his voice quieter than usual. "I get it."

And for a moment, there was silence. Not the usual awkward kind that Rex’s sarcastic remarks often filled, but something other—something that left you both sitting there, just... existing in the same space. He wasn’t looking at you like he normally did, with that teasing, cocky smirk. This time, he was just... there. Real.

God, that was happening way more often. 

You almost couldn’t believe it.

He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. "I’ll be out of your hair soon enough. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You know, with all the shit we just went through." His voice had a trace of his usual cocky edge, but it was softened, more grounded. “If you need anything... don’t hesitate to ask, really.”

You offered him a small smile, the flicker of something warm running through you at the sincerity in his tone. It was the same way he’d acted before, back when he had that rough-around-the-edges, unfiltered charm. But now... it was a little different. You could see more behind the mask of sarcasm.

“Thanks, Rex,” you said, voice low. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

But as you watched him, a part of you wondered if there was more to the way he’d said it. You wanted to say something, to ask him if he really meant it, or if it was just another one of his careless remarks.

But then, as if on cue, Rex stood up, the weight of his cybernetic hand shifting as he gave you a mock salute. “Well, I’ve gotta go. Some hero shit to do. Don’t get into too much trouble without me, alright?”

And just like that, the moment passed.

The hum of the hospital room had become oddly comforting, the sterile scent of antiseptic mingling with the faint smell of fresh flowers that someone—probably Amanda—had left near the windowsill. You were still recovering, but not as severely as before. The worst of it was behind you, the ache in your side a dull throb now rather than the searing pain it had been a few days ago.

Rex had been sticking around more than you expected. Maybe it was because you were both still reeling from the aftermath of the mission, or maybe it was just you, because he really didn’t know what else to do. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you kind of liked having him there. His sarcastic jokes, the way he lazily lounged on the edge of your bed, always pushing back against whatever sense of normal you tried to establish.

Today, though, it felt a little different. Rex seemed to be in one of those moods where he wasn’t trying to provoke you or get under your skin. His usual banter was there, of course, but it had a different tone, a quieter one. He was leaning against the wall across from you, his arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, but there was something almost thoughtful in his expression.

“How’s the pain today?” he asked, his voice less sharp than usual. His eyes lingered on you, scanning your body like he was checking for any signs of new injuries. It was rare for Rex to show much concern—at least not in a way that didn’t come with an edge of snark—but now, his concern was clear.

You shook your head, ‘I should be asking you that.’ you think, but you humor his concern. The warmth of it eases your weary heart. “It’s better,” you replied with a small smile. “Just a little sore. I can probably move around more soon.”

“Good,” he nodded, shifting on his feet. “I’m getting tired of watching you lay there looking all… delicate.” 

You had questioned how Rex was moving around better than you did—considering your struggles with just even walking simple enough during your visits to his room—but then again, most of the damage was done to your legs. Near the midsection of your torso and pelvis floor. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if the joke wasn’t all that funny. “I’m not delicate, Rex. You should’ve seen me a few days ago. You’d be calling me ‘fragile’ by now.”

Rex snorted, pushing himself off the wall with a lazy roll of his shoulders. “Yeah, well, I’ve got a reputation to uphold. I can’t have people thinking I’m into fragile little heroes.” He winked at you, and there was that mischievous glint in his eyes again.

You couldn’t quite stop yourself from smiling at his teasing, despite the slight warmth spreading across your cheeks. But when you caught yourself, you quickly shifted the conversation, wanting to get back to something more grounded. Something safe.

“So, what’ve you been up to?” You shifted in the bed, propping yourself up a little with the pillow. “Besides glaring at doctors who tell you to leave when visiting hours are over.”

Rex winced, clearly remembering the incident. “Oh, yeah. That was fun.” He grinned, rolling his eyes. “I don’t get why they can’t just let me stay, y’know? I’m fine. I’m like a walking human grenade. Just… let me stay. No harm in it.”

You smirked, shaking your head. “Yeah, I’m sure that went over great.”

“Eh, not really,” he said with a shrug, flopping back down into the chair beside your bed. “But anyway, I’ve been trying to keep my mind off things. You know, getting some rest and… thinking about stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure of where he was going with this, but you let him continue.

“Stuff like…” He hesitated for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Like maybe figuring out what to do next. I mean, you’re out of action for a bit, right?”

“Yeah, doc said a few more days of bed rest, then I can probably start training again. Hopefully.”

“Good. But after that?” He shot you a side glance, his usual cocky demeanor back in full swing. “You and I gotta get back to kicking ass together, yeah? I mean, what’s next? Maybe take on a few low-level baddies, start working on those big plans we’ve been talking about.”

You laughed lightly. “Big plans, huh? What, like the ones where you throw a building at someone because they looked at you wrong?”

“Exactly. But—” He paused, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest of the chair, his gaze a little distant now. “You know, I was thinking more about, I dunno, bigger changes. Like... how things have been kinda different lately. Between us. You know?”

Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Different, how?”

Rex shifted uncomfortably, but you could tell he wasn’t just stalling for time. This wasn’t just Rex splashing around in his usual bravado. This was something… else.

“Like, uh, how I’ve been, you know, spending more time here.” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly unsure of how to approach the conversation. “Not that I mind. Just… I don’t know, maybe it’s time for some changes. Maybe… we could make things easier.”

You tilted your head, sensing the shift in his words. “Changes? What kind of changes?”

Rex seemed to hesitate, like he was tip-toeing around the subject, but you had to admit—you were feeling the same pull, the same weird longing that you had been trying to ignore. Maybe it was the aftermath of the mission, or maybe it was the quiet, shared moments between the two of you, but something had shifted. The walls between you felt thinner, and Rex wasn’t exactly making it any easier to pretend like nothing was happening.

“Well, y’know, with me… and you… here,” he trailed off, and then he shot you a quick look, like he was trying to gauge your reaction. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we, like, got a place together. Y’know, after everything. The whole heroes living together vibe.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you had to blink a couple of times to process what he just said. “Wait, what? You mean like... moving in together?” Your voice was quieter now, almost a little nervous.

Rex leaned back in his chair, giving you a sidelong glance, his usual bravado fading just a bit. “Yeah, I mean… why not? I’m around here all the time anyway. And let’s be honest, you can’t get rid of me at this point. You’ve been putting up with me for, what, a few months now?”

The few months in question being more than a few years. Though, you had only started not long after he debuted as a hero himself. 

Your heart was racing now. The way he said it was casual, like it was just a simple thing, but you could hear the weight behind it. The potential. The idea of you both taking that step—of being more than just teammates, more than just friends.

You swallowed, the words getting caught in your throat. “I… hadn’t really thought about it. But I guess that could work. We’re kind of already inseparable anyway, huh?”

Rex smirked, but this time it was different, softer. “Yeah, you know it. And it’s not like you’re going to find anyone who can put up with your weirdness better than me.”

You laughed, but the feeling that had settled between you both was undeniable now. There was something in the air, something that lingered like a spark waiting to catch fire. It wasn’t a declaration, not yet—but it was something, and it felt right in a way you hadn’t expected. You thumbed the fabric of the blanket you’ve become so assimilated with, feeling the weightlessness and texture. Then you decided. 

“Okay, fine,” you said, a smile creeping onto your face. “We can look into it. But don’t think I’m going to let you take over the whole place with your stupid video games.”

Rex shot you a playful wink. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. You’ll have your own space. Promise.”

For a moment, the room was filled with a quiet kind of anticipation, the two of you sitting there, silently contemplating what this could mean. But no matter what happened next, you knew one thing for sure.

“Right,” You laughed, shaking your head at his mischievousness. “I’m holding you to that hero.” 

“Hero!” he questions with a laugh of his own, slinking back into the chair. “That's your nickname for me?” He asks, his tone surprisingly gentle. 

Nicknames, he strangely really liked those. They were a sort of personal intimacy that could not usually be shared with just the average person. Usually you rarely shared a nickname with him, for him, one of your very own. You were pretty famous within your group of guardians for your nicknames, insults in an instant that Rex may be good at, but your ability to come up with nicknames was something else. 

Even if it was just a nickname like the one you had just uttered. 

“What, don't like it?” You retort, arching a brow. Rex’s brows shoot up, and you just giggle, shaking your head; indicative of you messing with him. He grunts, shaking his head at your roguish words. He leans forward, resting his arms in his lap. 

“S’fine, but i kinda—” He pauses, almost as if he truly was searching for words. “Expected something more.” Rex finishes, smiling at you. Nicknames were something personal, connecting to something on a deeper level. You knew Rex didn’t realize that yet, as you were more than flat with the term as a nickname, you couldn’t blame him for that aspect. Though that same boisterous energy held true, and you were more than glad for it. Maybe you could talk more about the moving in part later, but this was the usual you were content with. 

Scratch that actually. 

You sigh, scratching the side of your head, letting your hand drag down to the nape of your neck: “Maybe I'll let you know if I got something better, hm?” 

Honest to god—you thought you saw stars in his eyes. Even just for a brief moment, and it was beautiful. “Yeah… okay.” He said, tilting his head. 

“Anyway,” You groan, shifting your position to something more comfortable. You opted for laying more on your side, “Moving in together, huh?”

Something akin to a grin creeps onto his face, “Didn’t hear ya say no.” Rex says, leaning even further, using your bed as an armrest. You shake your head, knowing full well what you said. But this was such a perfect chance to jump on the thought, especially since he was the one who brought it up.  

"You know," you started, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the butterflies in your stomach, "that doesn't sound like something you'd suggest unless you were... well, serious."

Rex’s usual deflecting grin was back now, but it looked a little forced. "Well, I’m not always just a walking disaster, you know." His voice dropped to something a little softer, quieter. "I don’t want to be alone anymore, especially after all the crap with the League. It made me realize stuff... made me realize you matter to me."

Your breath caught in your throat. That rare vulnerability in his voice sent an electric current through you, igniting a warmth in your chest. The old Rex, the one who’d never take anything seriously, would have never said something like that. And here he was, standing in front of you, asking for something more than a casual arrangement.

You leaned forward, a small smile tugging at your lips. "You're serious, huh?" you teased, your voice a little softer than you'd intended.

His eyes flit over to yours, “Totally.”

Today was the day. You could feel the flutter of excitement, even if it was mostly muted beneath the layers of fatigue from the scars you bore, all thanks to the Lizard League. The healing was complete. You could finally train again. It wasn’t what you were most excited about, though—no, that honor belonged to something much more domestic. You were finally moving in with Rex.

There had always been a quiet, undeniable tension between the two of you—an electric pull that started as something simple, like friendly sparring, and slowly shifted into something else. You weren’t sure when the change happened, but now here you are, standing at the brink of taking the next step with him.

You had expected Rex to be... well, Rex. A little bit too much of everything—sarcastic, playful, brash—but there was something soft underneath it all, something more than just the angry edge. Moving in together seemed like a natural next step. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself. And yet, when you met up with him to start the move, what you didn’t expect was to see him standing there in civilian clothes.

A tight-fitting white shirt, grey sweatpants, and those velcro black shoes he always made fun of.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms.

“Well, this is a new look.” Your voice was light, but inside, you couldn’t deny the surprise.

Rex glanced up from his phone, eyes meeting yours with that cocky, sideways grin you were all too familiar with. He looked more casual than he ever had in front of you. Not a uniform in sight, no explosion-packed gear, no hint of Rex Splode. Just... him.

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, stuffing his phone into his pocket and giving you a once-over with exaggerated scrutiny. “I figured if we're doing the whole 'living together' thing, I’d at least try to act normal for once.”

You almost didn’t catch the edge in his words, the way they dropped, the weight behind them. Rex was rarely serious, and when he was, he had this way of hiding it—disguising it with humor, or in this case, an attempt at nonchalance.

You took a step forward, your heart giving a small thump in your chest. The banter was there, but you couldn't ignore the deeper pull. "You know," you began, your voice a little softer now, "you don't need to act normal for me. But I guess it’s too late to take that back now."

Rex’s grin faltered, just slightly, before he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked away. "Right," he muttered, clearing his throat. "Anyway, enough of that. Where do you want to start? I got the truck and—"

You cut him off, walking closer now, stopping just a few feet away from him. "Rex... we don’t have to rush this, you know?" You watched as his expression shifted, the humor fading just a little bit. "I’m just... I’m just happy we’re doing this. Together."

Rex’s gaze flickered over to you, the grin fully dropping now. His eyes softened, just for a second—before that signature edge slipped back into place. “Yeah, well... I guess I can’t get rid of you now, huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck, his posture shifting awkwardly.

There it was again. That pull. You could almost feel it vibrating in the air between you two, a subtle tension that never really went away, no matter how many sarcastic comments Rex made, or how many times you brushed it off.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound almost embarrassed. “You know, Rex, for someone who’s so used to blowing things up... you sure do get nervous easily.”

His head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise. "I don’t get nervous," he protested, immediately turning away to hide whatever flicker of vulnerability had just crossed his face. “I’m fine. Let’s just get moving.”

You tilted your head, taking another step toward him, the distance between you slowly shrinking. “Okay. Sure, fine. But we can take it slow, you know? No rush.”

Rex looked at you again, and this time there was no hiding the way his gaze softened—just for a second—before he looked down at his feet. “Yeah, no rush. We’ve got time.”

And in that moment, you both knew it was true. You’d always had time, always had a chance to figure things out. There was something undeniable about the way Rex was with you now—something that felt like it was edging toward something real, something more than the teasing or the sarcasm.

He cleared his throat, attempting to regain some of his usual cocky composure. “Alright, alright. So, do we start with the kitchen stuff or—”

But before he could finish, you took a step closer, unable to resist the pull any longer. You gently nudged his shoulder, smirking at him. "Let’s start with something simpler. Like... making sure I don’t have to carry everything myself."

Rex rolled his eyes dramatically, but there was a softness to the motion. “Oh, right. Because you’re the one who got your ass beat by the Lizard League, huh?” He looked at you, his eyes searching for something.

You didn’t answer, instead just holding his gaze, feeling the weight of everything unspoken between you. The years of friendship, the way it slowly twisted into something more. The way he was changing before your eyes, even if he refused to admit it.

"Yeah, I guess," you muttered, a small smile tugging at your lips. "But I’ve got you now. So no need to worry.”

Rex’s lips twitched upwards, and for a second, you could see that familiar spark in his eyes—the same one that made you think maybe this was something more than just the idea of moving in together.

His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. “Guess you do.”

As the two of you moved into the flat, the air between you and Rex was lighter than before, the kind of easy camaraderie that came from shared history and the strange connection you had. Boxes and bags were being shuffled in, and the initial awkwardness faded as you fell into a comfortable rhythm, neither of you needing to say much as you worked.

You were unloading the last of the boxes when Rex dropped a heavy duffel bag near the couch. He wiped his hands on his sweatpants, taking a moment to stretch his shoulders.

"Not bad," he said, his voice casual, but there was a hint of satisfaction in it, like he'd just crossed something off a list. "Guess we’re almost done."

You gave him a teasing smile, shaking your head. "You’re such a workhorse," you said, rolling your eyes. "Don’t get used to it. I’ll let you slack off when the time comes."

Rex snorted, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, really? You’re gonna be the one bossing me around now? I’m not sure I can handle that."

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe, watching him. "Oh, I think you’ll manage." The grin on your face softened, and for a moment, you just stood there, looking at him. The thought of being here with him, the two of you, moving in together, felt right. So much has changed in the last few months—his recovery, his growth, and your growing feelings for him.

It was all so... overwhelming. But in the best way.

As Rex stepped past you to grab a couple more boxes, you moved closer, almost instinctively. The thought of it crossed your mind, but before you had time to second-guess it, you gently caught his arm.

He paused, looking down at you, his brow furrowing slightly in curiosity. "What’s up?"

"Hold still," you said softly. Before he could say anything, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, the faintest brush of your lips against his skin.

It was a simple gesture. A quiet moment. But in it, you felt the rush of something more—the warmth that spread through you both as you pulled away.

Rex froze, eyes wide as he stared at you, mouth slightly agape. For a moment, it was as if the world stopped spinning around the two of you.

"Did you—" He swallowed hard, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. "Did you just...?"

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, a little embarrassed at how your heart raced. "Yeah, I did."

His gaze softened for a moment, his usual smirk faltering, replaced by something else—something you couldn’t quite place. "Huh." His voice was quieter now, and he shifted, running a hand through his hair, trying to cover the slight flush rising in his cheeks. "Well, that was... unexpected. But I guess I’m not complaining."

You smiled, stepping back slightly, trying to hide the warmth that was spreading through your own cheeks. “Guess you’ll just have to get used to it, then.”

Rex blinked at you for a beat, his expression unreadable. He took a half-step forward, then another, like he was trying to figure out how to bridge the space between you. "Yeah?" His voice dropped lower, teasing again, but with a tenderness that hadn’t been there before. "Guess that means I’ll have to do something about it."

You quirked an eyebrow, half-joking, half-serious. "Oh? What are you planning on doing?"

He smirked, leaning in slightly, his eyes gleaming with that familiar cocky edge. "I’ll think of something. You’ll see." Rex noticed, oh did he notice. You were the nervous one now. But he wasn’t about to let you get away with it. 

You sighed, lowering your head for a brief moment as you thought to yourself. Then you snapped right back up. 

"Hey," you called to him, your voice soft yet steady, the kind that invited him to pause and look. His gaze shifted to you, eyebrow raised as if he hadn’t quite expected it.

"Yeah?" He was always a little unpredictable like that—loud and brash one second, then quieter when you least expected it.

You took a few steps toward him, the weight of the boxes in your mind lifting with every step. The air between you had always been a mix of playfulness, banter, and unspoken yearning, but this moment—this was different. The boundaries you had both carefully tiptoed around for so long, now slipping away like sand through your fingers.

“Thank you,” you said simply, the words heavy with meaning that couldn’t quite fit inside their simplicity.

Rex chuckled, a soft sound, almost like a reflex. "You know me, I’m just here for the free pizza and the ability to leave when it gets boring." He lifted one hand, the nonchalance a little too practiced, but you could see the exhaustion underneath.

A genuine laugh left you, a warmth blooming in your chest as you watched him. “Uh-huh. Sure, Rex. It’s definitely not like you just moved all the boxes in here just to leave, right?”

His eyes softened for just a moment, the edges of his usual cocky grin melting into something more vulnerable, though he quickly covered it up. “Guess I’m not that bad, huh?” he teased, but there was something different in his tone—something you hadn’t heard before.

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you took the final step that closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. His body tensed for half a second, clearly caught off guard, but then his arms were around you, pulling you in close. He exhaled, a long sigh against the side of your neck, his breath warm and steady, like he had been holding it all in for far too long.

Yeah, it was one hell of a relief.

[slutsareteacherstoo]

ME WISHING THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME BC WHAT?!?! You, like Kelvin, pulled out all the stops in this one like whattt

SABRINA?!🤣😭 oh i love her she’s funny

“For years, she'd convinced herself that time had passed her by. There were no more opportunities for first dates or first kisses. Men worth their snuff in the world wouldn't waste their time with a woman so demonstrably unsexy that she made Mother Teresa look like a lingerie model. Long-term relationships were for your early 20s. And if those days were lost to being dismissed by any potential love interest within the county line, one was essentially doomed to a life of pet-fostering and spending Valentine's Day indoors to avoid spilling your patheticness on people who'd figured out the game.”- i love how apt this is for like movement in the brain like a bee buzzing cuz its like that fr. Idk if that makes sense

Not the art hoe 🤣

NO IM JUST LIKE AUNTY FR WHATS THE LINK 🧐🫣👀

This description of Kelvin i feel like ive seen a picture or video of it before and if not damn your imagery is good

KELVIN IS A PREPARED MAN!!!! He had has spennadanight bag together during 101! He’s so true to this!!!!

They both got the shop in a tizzy 🤣

ALSOO NOT THE CHINA/ASIA MIX UP. Black people are so 🤣🤣i love us

Threatening to fuck up the fade over tea? I think about that tweet daily that go, “think of the messiest person you know…it’s a man isn’t it?” Bc 🤣🤣

“…Next thing I know, we eating lunch, and I'm askin' this girl about her goals and shit." Kelvin laughed to himself while internally watching the memory unfold like a rom-com for his heart and mind only.  "She ain't ask nothin' about me, and I ain't even care. I just wanted to be around her." - oh he BEEN smitten. This the type of shit niggas need to say out loud more often. Like fuck nonchalance!!!

Wow Kel! 🥺I also liked his beeline of thought but fuck! Decisions to make 😫

And Brandon and Kelvin are real with each other. I like that. This aint no surface level friendship 😤😤

YEAH BE ORCHESTRATED ALLADAT!!! He said from your smile to God’s ears like wow! 😫 manifesting manifesting 🙏🏿

They are too cute!!! Asia is just as enchanting and smooth as Kelvin and I love seeing her in her element when she knocks him down a bit. Lmaoo not they got caught🤣and love 👀🫣 what they gon say??

“We’re enjoying our time together” 😩 and they support each other, support the other be better and move together as a unit like yes i love this trope!!!

"I like you, Asia. Shit, even 'like' is too small," He laughed. "I…I adore you. I crave you. I look forward to seeing you. I think about you constantly. I feel connected to you. I want to be with you. Does any of that make sense?"  - OMG 😱 THIS CONFESSION. VERY CHALANT!!! VERY CHALANT! I approve 🙂‍↕️🥹

Now Asia going the nonchalant but she did her thing she did her thing 🤪

Asia said we cool but we need to go home RIGHT NEOW!!!!😅😅 but yes all that boo😘

IM IN THE ROOM WHERE ITS HAPPENING *squeals* like im IN THE ROOM this set up and the headiness of moment like 😍

“But, as Kelvin slowly sank into her and twin groans of pure, unadulterated ecstasy eclipsed the opening notes of Love Galore, all of her assumptions became background fodder.” OH YOURE A GENIUS!!!!

"I'm right here, baby. Open those pretty eyes for me. Your first time only happens once. Don't look away." - OH IM UP AND EYES WIDE OPEN FR!!!

Here at KHJ, we turn small ponds to great lakes🤝🏿😭

I meant it, dont make me regret. *plays Ambré’s I’m Baby*

AND DID AS SOON AS I READ THE LINE AND IT MADE RHE ENDING SO 👩🏿‍🍳💋🤌🏿

Chile let me manifest this as a first time - extended edition😅 like shit im giddy and excited like hmm 🤔 im ready for the challenge and confronting all these thoughts if this is on the other side of the reset.

I adored this chapter sooo much!!! Like they are really enjoying their time together even though Chicago got me scared but wow this build up to this moment. Asia’s confidence in saying exactly what she wants and succumbing to the feelings and being in her body and in the moment with Kelvin like yessss girl!!!!!

No but seriously thanks for this. You gave me hope and lit a spark that’s gonna stay alive about whats out there fr 😇🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️💜

Group Project

Summary: When Asia's in need of a few lessons regarding matters of the bedroom, her colleague and friend, Kelvin, offers his expertise.

Pairing: Kelvin Harrison Jr. x Black!OC

Warnings: Mature Content (18+)

Word Count: 5.9k

MASTERLIST

"Okay. I think…I think I'm ready." 

For seven straight days, Asia moved through life, reliving her response to Kelvin and feeling like she'd just written a check her ass couldn't cash. The real thing. What the fuck had she agreed to?

As she sat next to Sabrina with her feet submerged in tepid, bubbling water, the reality of sex unspooling from a far away abstract thought into a tangible possibility with only hours separating her from facing her wildest fantasies smacked her so hard in the face she almost choked on the flat champagne sliding around her plastic cup. 

"Are you all right over there?" Sabrina asked without looking away from the laminated list of pedicure options. 

Asia attempted to take a steadying breath between coughs. "I think I'm dying," she sputtered. Another sip of the offending beverage helped force down residual mucus until she was able to speak without her throat burning. "Honestly, that might not be such a bad idea." 

"Oh, girl. You're losing your virginity, not going off to fight on the frontlines. Tighten up!" 

"Sabrina," Asia whisper-yelled before shooting a nervous grimace meant as a smile to a few older women thumping about in the massage chairs across from them. "You wanna tell everybody my business over the PA system or tap folks individually?" 

Rolling her eyes, Sabrina passed the laminated menu of pedicures to Asia before taking a sip of red wine. "I'm just sayin', friend. I came out today to help you loosen up, but you're stressin' me out. If you're having second thoughts, I'm sure your man will let you reschedule. I heard y'all on the phone earlier. He seems nice enough."

"I don't want to reschedule. I wanna do it tonight. I'm just…I don't know. I'm nervous about the before stuff. If that goes wrong, the whole night is ruined." 

Asia had spent the better part of a week trying to negotiate with the truth, only to realize that reality drove a hard bargain. She couldn't escape the rising tide of nascent romance threatening to wash away all her preconceived notions about her place in love land. He had to know their no-strings-attached suddenly developed enough strings to power a symphony.

For years, she'd convinced herself that time had passed her by. There were no more opportunities for first dates or first kisses. Men worth their snuff in the world wouldn't waste their time with a woman so demonstrably unsexy that she made Mother Teresa look like a lingerie model. Long-term relationships were for your early 20s. And if those days were lost to being dismissed by any potential love interest within the county line, one was essentially doomed to a life of pet-fostering and spending Valentine's Day indoors to avoid spilling your patheticness on people who'd figured out the game. 

Then came Kelvin, who, by all accounts, seemed to neatly pack each of her insecurities and hang-ups into a tiny box before chucking them into the wind. Asia couldn't understand why he hadn't dropped the entire experiment to canoodle, with women undoubtedly vying for his attention. She knew falling for your first, no matter what stage of life the experience found you, was a rookie mistake. But, the wrongs felt so right with him. How could she not at least try?

Sabrina paused her perusal of neon gel nail lacquer and smiled at her friend. "That boy likes you, Asia." Her matter-of-fact delivery came with a light chuckle as she pushed Asia's shoulder for emphasis. "He's not taking you on a date and sending flowers to the house because y'all are best pals. You can spend today worryin' yourself crazy, but I'm tellin' you it's for no reason. Get out of your head. Take it from somebody who is just now realizing her man never really liked her."

"Damn. I'm guessing you and Eric are back off?"

"Girl, yes. For good. But whatever, it's fine." Sabrina scoffed, waving Asia off as if her split second of vulnerability was nothing more than an observation about the weather, and smiled. "Today's about you! We gon' get these nails done, grab you something sexy for the art hoe, and teach you how to use lube. Condoms are being used, right?"

Asia's eyes darted around the room to catch horrified reactions from anyone who might've heard her business being openly discussed. "Bitch!" She lowered her voice before responding. "Yes, we are using condoms. I went and got them myself."

"That's what the fuck I'm talking about. I got this silicone-based lube that I know you'll love. Makes it feel like nothing's separating y'all. My girl is rubbing fronts tonight! Yesss!" 

"Oh God," Asia groaned as she slouched further into her chair, wishing she could poof into a thin layer of pixie dust if it meant she could escape embarrassment. "I'm gonna die."

Throat clearing and the grating squeak of leather under shifting weight stopped Sabrina's ongoing teasing mid-sentence to bring their attention to a greying black woman with curiosity etched in her barely wrinkled face. "Now, I know y'all weren't talking to me, but I need the name of that lube. Do I need to order it off the Amazon? I just got Prime from my son for Christmas." 

"Oop. I got you, Auntie. Let me see your phone." 

While Sabrina drew in a small crowd of elders looking to get back in the saddle with some slippery assistance, Asia found solace in another scroll of her favorite text thread. 

Can't wait to see you later Missed your face this week

Kelvin's last message included an air kiss gif that Asia would consider corny if not for the sender. Pitch decks, client meetings, and last-minute PTO set them on paths winding in different directions, stealing away all chances at a face-to-face meeting before they were body-to-body. 

If not for an impromptu call before the sun could fully take its rightful place in the sky, all communication would belong to iMessages full of jokes with no context and memes they considered fully fleshed-out thoughts. 

Asia read each message repeatedly just to feel the flutter of butterflies in every corner of her belly. He liked her. He had to. The sweet messages, the peach tulips bound in a pretty brown bow, and the early morning wake-up call couldn't all be kind gestures from a friend. Right? 

An internal battle between logic and wishful thinking played out in Asia's mental colosseum. She volleyed a million possible outcomes back and forth until stilted buzzing and a quiet trill against her wrist drew her attention to an incoming FaceTime call from the man of the hour. 

She slid in an earbud and then answered, instantly smiling as she watched his chain bob back and forth with every step while he kept the camera positioned below his face. Grown-out facial hair created the right amount of scruffiness to turn the heads of young and old women alike. His baseball cap cast a shadow across his cheeks. A cerulean sky boasting specks of fluffy white clouds and bright rays of flattering light highlighted the gleam in his earrings. It fanned outward, turning him into a walking, talking work of art. 

When he finally realized the call had connected and he had the rapt attention of his lone audience member, he looked down and grinned. "What's all that about?" 

"All what?" 

"That little smile," he chuckled. "You showin' teeth and everything, girl. Must be happy to see me." 

Caught. Asia tried to return to a neutral expression but found her face ignoring mental orders to accommodate more and more cheek burning as her smile grew wider. "Whatever! This is your second time calling. You need something, or you just like to hear me talk?" 

"Both," he answered, splitting his attention between an incoming crosswalk and the screen. The usual playfulness in his tone abruptly dissipated, leaving behind a seriousness Asia hadn't experienced. He looked down at her and licked his lips before speaking again. "I just, um…I wanted you to know that I'm cool with not staying the night. That was one of your rules, so don't think you have to change it on account of me. I'll leave in the middle of the night if that means you're comfortable." 

"I want you to stay, Kel. But only if you want to." 

"I already got my bag packed with extra pajamas and my laptop just in case this turns into a whole weekend. C'mon, now. This me you talking to!" 

Asia lifted a brow, shocked by his eagerness to spend days on end in her cramped apartment. "My bad! Didn't know you'd be so excited for a sleepover with little 'ol me." 

"I'm always excited to be with you," he answered. Dual smiles radiating from opposite ends of the city held steady over the phone until Kelvin pulled open a door and ushered in a harsh mix of sounds. "I gotta go. My boy's already on my ass for being late. He about to lose his tip, to be honest."

Asia's laughter drew attention, forcing her to shoo Sabrina away before she could interrupt. "Go ahead and get your haircut. Let me see when you're – girl, go away!"  

"Tell your girl I said 'hey,'" Kelvin chuckled as he eased his way into an empty barber chair. His eyes lingered on her face for a moment longer, trying to commit her scrunched nose and knitted brows to memory in case their time together was winding down. "I gotta go. I'll see you later, pretty." 

Her farewell was lost to petty arguments with her best friend on her end and a groundswell of hooping and hollering behind an offending opinion amongst a shop full of men on his side. A huff of air pushed past his lips in a short laugh as he slid his phone into the front pocket of his jeans. 

His barber and friend, Brandon, shook his head and tapped his foot on the pedal to lift Kelvin to the right height. "That's shorty from the bar that night? China?" 

"Asia," Kelvin corrected, a miffed frown deepening the lines at the corners of his mouth. "And, yeah. That's her." 

"My fault. You be way too secretive though, bro. How did y'all meet? Do you like her? Y'all just kickin' it? Tell me something, or I'm fuckin' up the fade."

Black nylon cascading in front of his face gave Kelvin a split second to decide how much information he could share with his notoriously talkative right-hand man without opening the door to prying questions and needless revelations. 

He scratched at the itching hair on his jawline, trying to appear nonchalant. "We met at work. She was new, I showed her around, and now we cool. Simple." An instant smile betrayed his forced tough-guy act. 

"Nah, you cheesin'! Tell the real story!"

The poker face he'd tried to maintain continued to slip into a full display of all thirty-plus teeth. 

"Alright, alright," Kelvin conceded. For months, he kept the truth relegated to his personal journal and mental interviews with Jimmy Kimmel while he practiced for superstardom in the shower. At least one other person should hear how he willingly tangled himself in Asia Scott's web. "I actually saw her when she interviewed. Bad, bro. I'm talkin' make you stop in your tracks just to watch her walk by type fine. Had me stuck at the coffee bar looking stupid." 

Brandon hummed as he pushed Kelvin's head down to start his cut. "Mhmm. That's how it starts, for real. She said something to you first, or what?" 

"Nah, I approached her. Not even trying to cross that line, really. I was supposed to just say what's up and keep it professional, but I couldn't stop talking after that. Next thing I know, we eating lunch, and I'm askin' this girl about her goals and shit." Kelvin laughed to himself while internally watching the memory unfold like a rom-com for his heart and mind only.  "She ain't ask nothin' about me, and I ain't even care. I just wanted to be around her."

"Sound like you got it bad, my boy."

Kelvin released an air he didn't know he was holding through his nose. "Yeah, man. I like her. A lot, actually. I'm thinkin' about saying something when we go out tonight, but…I don't know. It might not be the right time considering what I got goin' on."

"They must be talkin' 'bout some money in Chicago." 

"And then some," Kelvin added. "Crazy perks, revenue share, development plans. My whole life might change."

A loose connection from portfolio school and an expensive cold brew on a rainy weekday afternoon turned Kelvin's professional world upside down in less than two weeks. Initially, he wasn't interested in a move, even if the current work was no longer challenging and forward motion had stalled. His job was easy, flexible, and enough to pay the bills with a little extra on the side. But, a half-hour chemistry meeting with two creative leads over Zoom ran fifteen minutes too long from vibes alone. Then, solid chemistry turned into a first-round interview with a few department heads ogling over his professional and personal work for almost an hour before promising to keep in touch. Radio silence on their end for over a week convinced Kelvin that the circus was over, and he was free to go back to his life of easy money for even easier work. Hell, he didn't want to live in cold-ass Chicago anyway. 

Then the phone rang. And the inbox blew up. Flights got booked. Hotel arrangements were made. Hasty, last-minute PTO requests were granted in good faith. Tired eyes shielded by blue light lenses watched clouds part over a glittering city from thousands of feet in the air. A non-traditional second-round interview over piping hot pizza turned him into the center of attention. Corporate banter while he sipped freezing cold beer in lower-level seats at a Bulls game ended with a handshake and Kelvin sensing that he'd have a decision on his hands in the coming weeks. 

Asia. She popped into his mind more than a few times while too-cool advertising types wined and dined him in hopes his talent would fill out their roster. All of the progress, all of the accidentally tender moments and slip-ups he knew in his heart were more than happy accidents flooded him with ceaseless anxiety. Sure, he could see them planning weekend trips back and forth to keep the flame alive in a budding relationship. Long-distance courtship wasn't ideal, but he'd manage for her. However, his feelings about the matter were inconsequential. One false move, and he'd be out of a friend and potential lover. The thought alone threatened to upend a night he'd carefully planned since they agreed to their unconventional arrangement. 

The soft buzz of clippers near his right ear rescued Kelvin from spiraling as chunks of dead hair fell around him. 

"Aye, man, I ain't no love expert or nothing, but," Brandon started, his attention far off while he focused on his money-making blend. "You like her. I could tell when you brought her over to us that night, but I ain't wanna blow up your spot. Might as well say something. Why you wanna go to Chicago with regrets? You already 'bout to be up there with a slaw ass haircut because I ain't givin' up no contacts. Lose my number after this, nigga." 

Kelvin kissed his teeth and waved Brandon off. "I deleted your contact this morning if we being honest. Been tired of your ass." 

Shared laughter between two men who'd seen each other, from the naivety of boyhood to the hurdles and joys on the journey to becoming a man, added levity to a bitter inner storm. Kelvin tried to savor the moment and advice without dwelling on impending decisions but found the task harrowing once he popped the bubble they'd created to re-enter the real world. 

Regrets. Kelvin had a lot of them. Skipping out on senior prom, not answering his sister's FaceTime call for free Kendrick Lamar tickets, choosing that sketchy roommate to make ends meet in his first year out of school – the list went on and on. Asia couldn't be one of them. Not knowing if there could've been more would gnaw at him til kingdom come, and he didn't have room to harbor more what-ifs.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with Asia, half listening to instructions with sweaty palms and a heart nearly cracking ribs in his chest, Kelvin resolved to use his last bits of nerve to step out on a limb. 

Sax heavy jazz selections wrapped a rented test kitchen and the couples within its walls in a sensual embrace under dim yellow light. Kelvin had TikTok and a favor to thank for snagging the final spot in Shawn and Terricka's coveted Couples Night In cooking course. In one night, he and Asia would take a culinary trip to Italy, complete with expert wine pairings and handmade pasta to bring them together as two parts of a whole. Kelvin couldn't say he was much of a fettuccine, linguini, bow tie, rigatoni guy. Still, he'd never forget how Asia's face lit up when she showed him videos of young women making noodles from scratch. He went to the ends of the Earth and his wallet to orchestrate an experience she wouldn't forget on a night when every detail down to the minute required perfection.

"Are you listening?" Asia asked with a teasing smile as she adjusted the complementary apron, shielding her from what was sure to be a mess if she had anything to do with it. 

He puffed his chest and straightened before clapping his hands and looking around their station at the ingredients in front of them. "Y-yeah. I heard everything she said. Eggs, flour, this thing…" He paused to satisfy his curiosity with a single crank of the pasta roller's handle before continuing. "It's, uh…all here." 

Asia watched him search the depths of his mind for any crumb of retained information, enjoying the way his lips shifted back and forth in pensive silence. 

Overhead light bathed Kelvin in a flattering glow, making the small stud in his ear and the watch on his wrist shine each time he moved his head. A soft black cashmere cardigan cradled strong arms, while his signature crisp white T-shirt displayed his broadening chest. His fresh haircut and trimmed facial hair sent tingles to all the right places, reminding Asia of the first time she noticed he was fine. 

"You're cute when you pretend you know what you're doing." 

Kelvin gave her a half smile without tearing his eyes away from the short list of step-by-step instructions in his hand. "Oh yeah? Only then?" 

"Well, all the time. But especially when you're thinking. Like how you're trying to remember Terricka's instructions when she hasn't even given us any yet. She was introducing the class and telling us we'd be sharing a little about ourselves in a bit.”

A sheepish grin preceded a gentle bump against Asia's forearm before Kelvin's shoulders bounced in quiet laughter. "Why you doin' me like that? If you didn't look so damn good in this dress, we'd have a problem." 

"Oh, so it's the dress?" Asia quipped as Kelvin leaned back for a better look. 

He nodded and reached out to pull her closer by the waist. His lips quickly found a home on her ear to keep their conversation private in a room full of chattering adults. "It's more than the dress. You're gorgeous, baby." 

Sweet compliments mumbled against soft, brown skin drowned out couple after couple sharing their names, length of relationship, and fun facts until a loud hand clap snapped Asia and Kelvin's attention to the center of the room. 

"And you two," Shawn questioned with all eyes directed toward the youngest two in attendance. "Tell us about your love." 

Kelvin gripped Asia tighter and cleared his throat. "Uh, I'm Kelvin, and this is Asia."

"Hey, y'all," Asia chimed with a quick wave. 

"And we're…" Kelvin looked at Asia, smiling at her while she smiled back at him, to find an explanation for what they'd been doing for a month. "We're enjoying our time together." His gaze remained steadfast on Asia's bashful grin. "Maybe we'll finish tonight on a different note, though." 

Red wine, teamwork, and a stack of questions printed on thick white note cards would ensure that the pair at least ended their first date with a greater understanding of each other. Asia learned Kelvin was an artist in every sense of the word. He preferred freestyling the tedious pasta recipe when directions called for specificity in every regard. Asia kept them on task, but not without redirecting her excitable companion along the way. 

Kelvin quickly discovered that all of Asia's know-how completely disappeared when faced with kitchen matters. She didn't know a ¼ cup from a half and didn't have any intentions of learning. Her forte was delegating tasks, not sullying her painted fingernails and oiled cuticles with egg yolks and wet dough. 

Separately, they were a clusterfuck of missing parts trying to navigate an arduous task. Together, though, they crafted the best mafaldine their instructors for the night had ever seen from amateurs. 

Tucked in a corner at the far end of the space's makeshift eating area, Kelvin and Asia plucked cards one after the other in a back-and-forth Q&A over flavorful mafaldine pasta bolognese. 

"Mm, this is a good one," Asia said after a sip of cabernet. "What is your favorite thing about your partner? What's one thing you would change?" 

Kelvin twirled pasta around his fork and thought for a moment. "You don't take a lot of shit. I like that you're very direct and in charge of what you want." 

"And something you would change?" 

"That's easy," he answered through a chew. "You're too hard on yourself. I wish you could see yourself how everyone else sees you. I know you think we're all just being nice, but you really are incredible. I love watching you blossom." Kelvin watched Asia digest his words over her glass, the wheels churning in her active mind. He reached across the table to grab another card. "What's one thing you want me to know about our relationship?" 

That I'm falling for you, and I don't want this to end. One hundred answers flooded in at once, but Asia settled on one. "I want you to know how appreciative I am for…all this. You've been kind when you could've called me a loser and left me in that bar to be with your friends." 

"I wouldn't have done that, Asia. Not to you." 

"I know," Asia assured as she dragged the last vowel. "But, you could've. So, thank you for being so kind and patient. By tomorrow, that'll all be done, and we'll go back to our lives, so I didn't wanna miss the chance to let you know how I feel." 

Confusion made Kelvin tilt his head to one side, studying her face under the haze of full-bodied wine and growing affection. "Go back to my life? Where's that coming from?"

"I just mean, it seems like we're coming to the natural end of this thing we're doing. We'll still be friends, but you'll be free to fly. Maybe sweep somebody off their feet. You're good at that," Asia clarified, her smile lingering as the familiar bloom of feelings coursing through her veins made her stomach flutter.

Kelvin placed his fork against his plate before pulling the napkin from his lap and depositing it on the table. No regrets. Now or never. A short laugh brought with it a charming grin aimed at his favorite girl. 

"Asia, I guess haven't been super clear with you from the start,"  He started while motioning for her hand in the center of the table. Asia answered his wordless call and placed her fingers in the center of his warm palm. He leaned closer, hoping she could detect his eyes' sincerity when he finally breathed out, "I like you, Asia. Shit, even 'like' is too small," He laughed. "I…I adore you. I crave you. I look forward to seeing you. I think about you constantly. I feel connected to you. I want to be with you. Does any of that make sense?" 

Asia sat stone still and unblinking for a moment, mulling over words she had only dreamt of hearing from another. An explicit declaration of intent – feeling foreign in her ears but familiar to a heart that longed for reciprocation. 

Her thumb caressed the back of Kelvin's hand as a smile spread her cheeks to their limit and deepened dimples she almost forgot existed. "Guess I'm a better kisser than I thought, huh?"

"Actually, I don't know. Let me check real quick." Metal dragging across stained concrete brought Kelvin's chair closer to Asia until their knees touched, transferring heat between their bodies. His fingers grazed her jawline, never averting his attention from her equally unwavering gaze. "Come here." 

Asia's favorite command, delivered in a sultry mumble, made hair all over her body stand straight up as they moved to meet each other in the middle. 

One tentative peck introduced a slow progression of deep, passionate kisses, translating latent feelings into a language only bodies could speak. A barely audible moan slipped out of Asia's mouth when Kelvin nipped at her lip, reminding them an audience wasn't far away. They pulled away slowly with equally glazed-over eyes and goofy grins.

Kelvin smiled and swiped at Asia's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "Way better." He listened to her sweet giggle, grinning back until the sound reminded him of the question left unanswered. "Look, four weeks didn't spark how I feel about you. They helped, don't get me wrong, but I knew I wanted you as more than a friend the second you strolled into that office. If we're not on the same page, I understand. But if there's any chance we are, any chance –" 

"We're on the same page, same sentence, same word. But we can talk about what all that means tomorrow, okay?" Carnal desire propelled Asia forward for another slow kiss and feather-soft caress that threatened to bring Kelvin to his knees. She inched away to keep her lips on his as she spoke. "Right now, take me home. I don't wanna wait anymore."

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Hopefully, Alister liked SZA. 

As barely intelligible love songs oozed from her Bluetooth speaker, Asia attempted to stifle sounds of pleasure with her forearm pressed against her mouth and one leg draped lazily over her lover's shoulder. Languid, thorough oral affection kept her lower back levitated off the mattress. Soft moaning melding with subtle slurping and smacking treated her ears to a beautiful symphony catered to her. 

Kelvin's fingers pressed into Asia's flesh to keep her steady while he lapped at the beginning of what he hoped was only her first orgasm for the night. Nervousness had him self-conscious. Skills he'd practiced and mastered long before she stepped into his life felt foreign. Was he doing it right? Did she like it? Was she happy? He suppressed the urge to question her satisfaction, instead leaning on every wanton sigh and muffled moan as proof he was on the right path. 

"Oh my God," Asia whispered to the ceiling. "Don't stop!" 

Immeasurable euphoria washed over her naked body as her hips bucked to accommodate electric shocks from head to toe. Hey, eyes crossed behind closed lids. Her toes curled while all ten fingers gripped the sheets. 

"One down," Kelvin thought to himself as he smiled against thighs pressed tight to his face. 

If not for her hand prying his face away after she'd exhausted herself from cumming, he'd start from scratch and bring her to the mountaintop until his jaws locked. But, he relented under her breathless pleas for a break. 

Slowly, Kelvin kissed his way up Asia's belly, making pit stops at both breasts and his favorite spot beneath her right ear before connecting their lips. They groaned at her taste intermingling with remnants of alcohol while their tongues reacquainted in a waltz too perfect to be a sin. He could feel his rational thoughts running south to stiffen his neglected member against briefs, growing more and more uncomfortable as the minutes passed.

Kelvin shifted his attention back to Asia's neck so he could speak against the spot. "You feel ready or need more?" His tongue sliding across the pulsing stretch of hot skin made Asia shiver under his body weight. He smiled and pulled back to get a better look at Asia's face. "You feel ready. Talk to me, pretty." 

"Okay," she answered as her arms encircled his neck. "Promise you'll go slow?" 

He nodded before dipping his head to peck her lips. "As slow as you need. I'll take care of you."

Years of waiting for someone to cherish her enough to take the plunge had culminated in undergarments discarded across the room and a single sleeve of thin latex covered in expensive lube separating her from the only man to see her in her most vulnerable form. 

This was it. This was the moment. She'd dreamed about it plenty of times, imagining the most minute details, from the weather to how she'd sound at the height of her climax. Mirages filled with rose petals on the floor and a soft breeze coming through the window made up a scenario better suited for a romance novel than the reality of finally releasing pent-up sexual tension.

Asia expected pain for the first time. She'd heard the horror stories and done enough research to know what was waiting on the other side of first-time penetration. Breathing recommendations and practiced facial expressions to mask her true feelings came flooding back to the front of her mind as Kelvin ran his palms up and down her hips to soothe her while he positioned himself at her entrance. She held her breath. Waiting, anticipating limb-splitting fire to consume her body.

But, as Kelvin slowly sank into her and twin groans of pure, unadulterated ecstasy eclipsed the opening notes of Love Galore, all of her assumptions became background fodder. 

Asia gripped Kelvin's tensed bicep while he stilled deep in her heat, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. "You okay," He questioned through shallow pants.

"Mhmm," she hummed before reaching to bring his face closer. "You feel so good already." Kelvin closed his eyes to will away premature release while she pulsed around him. Asia stroked his cheek and arched into his chest to beg him to move inside her. "Please. I trust you, Kel. It's okay." 

As promised, Kelvin started slow, rolling his hips into her for shallow strokes that made Asia's voice hoarse and her head spin. He reveled in the feel of ridged walls greeting his arrival as they tugged and released him according to pace. He lowered himself into the crook of her neck and felt instant relief when she cradled him close. The bed creaked in time to every measured back and forth, adding another layer to the duet their individual moaning created. 

Hot, slick skin on crumpled cold sheets wouldn't allow Asia to drift too far into La La Land. She feasted on Kelvin digging deeper and gripping her tighter while her body did the work to accommodate inch after glorious inch. 

Kelvin tried to remain quiet, tempering each grunt and unidentifiable sound as his hips loosened to find a rhythm perfect enough to elicit high-pitched mewls from the apple of his eye while she dug her fingernails into his back. 

"Look at you," Kelvin cooed as he pushed back up onto his forearms to get the full experience of Asia's face twisting in pleasure. "You're so fucking pretty. Open your eyes." 

"Kel…" 

He moved to bring one leg up to his waist for a new angle. "I'm right here, baby. Open those pretty eyes for me. Your first time only happens once. Don't look away." He waited patiently for Asia to force her sagging lids open enough to reveal the punchdrunk haze of a methodical fucking. He smiled down at her. "There she is. How you feelin'?" 

"So…oh my God…so good." 

"That's what I like to hear. I feel you getting close. You feel that?" 

A long, choppy moan came out before Asia's slurred response. "Mhmm. I think I'm…. mmm, I think I'm… I'm close." 

"Yeah, you are. Relax for me. Breathe deep." Asia tried to keep track of instructions but lost the plot and her sense of hearing the moment Kelvin slipped his hand between them to rub her clit with his thumb. 

The barely familiar coil of release tightened in her lower abdomen as Kelvin rocked into her while whispering sweet everything onto the corner of her mouth. Asia wrapped her arms around his shoulders for stability, anticipating the first wave of heat trying to prepare her body for something more intense. 

Her breathing grew rigid. The world slipped away pixel by pixel. Thoughts turned into mush. Kelvin's instructions returned as fleeting anecdotes. Asia tried to breathe through it but found the task playing second fiddle to the natural tense and release of her thighs around his waist. 

In through your nose, Asia. The reminder pinged around the empty corners of her mind until they found a way to burrow into the only functioning part of her brain. 

Kelvin watched her cycle through a range of all too familiar feelings from overhead, pride, and a competitive spirit he thought he left in high school, convincing him to go above and beyond. He drove his hips a little harder to hear the headboard thumb against paper-thin drywall. Added pressure on her sensitive button was the magic key to turning a small pond into one of the great lakes. 

Asia's jaw dropped to force out a throaty, "Fuck, baby…yes!" before he eased up to allow her to experience all the joy of post-coital bliss without the overstimulation. He'd save that for another time if the universe allowed. 

Sabrina was so wrong about what to expect. All Asia's hang-ups about ending the night unsatisfied or unimpressed were washed away as sensation returned to her fingers and toes. 

"Kiss me." It's all she wanted – Kelvin's lips on hers until her oxygen became his. 

They lay there, hot, sweaty, and still connected at the waist while Kelvin pressed tender kisses on Asia's lips. He nuzzled his nose against hers. "You called me 'baby.'" 

"I know," she answered as she brought her hand up to rub a spot at the base of his neck. "I meant to. Don't make me regret it." 

Guilt smacked into Kelvin like an 18-wheeler, but he maintained his composure to maintain the hopeful smile on Asia's face. "I won't." 

"Good. Don't hold back on me this time. I want all of you." 

"This time" turned into another, a short break and a few more for good measure while SZA sang them into the wee hours of the morning. Kelvin poured himself into making every minute worth Asia's while as a reward for trusting him with her body. 

Chicago and its host of budding issues belonged to another day. He wasn't leaving the room, her apartment, or the city with any regrets. Not while he still had so many more lessons to teach.

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