#( maybe the arch in his fine eyebrows )

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firewood

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Lumberjack! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When you decide to chop wood in your backyard, your hot neighbor, who happens to be a lumberjack, offers you some help.

Word count: 4.8K

Warnings: +18❗️smut, hot neighbor bucky is a fucking warning, kinda size kink, rough sex, protected sex, dirty talk, pet names

Author's note: this is one of my favorite works, so I hope everyone who hasn't read it before will like it too (it's hard to not fall for lumberjack Bucky, tbh🤷‍♀️)

“Hey, do you need help?” You stopped what you were doing. You breathed heavily, your arms ached, and you were already sweating. The man, your neighbor, whom you already saw a few times when you arrived home, was standing before you with his hands in his jeans pockets. 

He was attractive. Really handsome. Probably 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and visibly a lot of muscles under the clothes. Yeah, that red henley left nothing for your imagination. His dark hair was put in a low bun, and he had a little stubble on his face. But you mostly noticed his bright blue eyes, which looked straight at you very attentively.

“Sorry, what?” You said as you wiped sweat from your forehead with the sleeve of your shirt. 

“I asked if you needed help. Sorry, but it seems like you have some troubles.” He smiled at you almost shyly, and you couldn’t even make yourself mad at his words. 

“Um, It’s my first time doing it.” You awkwardly smiled back, finally putting a big ax to the ground. “But I need wood for my fireplace, so I have to work with what I have.”

“I see… but don’t you have a boyfriend or a husband? I mean, it’s not really easy to do for a woman, and you seem pretty... petite for this?” It almost sounded like a question. “I wanted to say that I can help you if you allow me, because that thing might be really dangerous if you don’t know how to work with it, and I'm a lumberjack, so... it’s not a problem for me.” He awkwardly started to rub his neck. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“For a woman?” You playfully arched an eyebrow. “So you think that only men can do this?” You saw how his eyes widened, and you tried to hold your laughter.

“No, no! That’s not what I meant!” He lifted both hands in the air. “It’s just gonna take you forever to do, and as I said before, It’s not the safest work. And since this is my job, I could’ve helped you. As a neighbor, you know?” 

“Relax, I’m just joking.” You softly smiled at him. “Nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/N.” You reached out your hand. Bucky’s face relaxed, but then his lips curled into a mischievous smile.

“I like you.” He said, as he shook your hand. His grip was tight, and you felt that he really did a lot of physical work with his hands.

“Oh… thanks?” 

“Soo, do you need help?” He asked again.

“Um, honestly, I don’t know. I can’t just let you work for me for free. Can I pay you?”

“Doll, I have enough money, and I don’t need yours. I don’t think that you need tons of firewood, so it would be easy work for me.”

“Okay, but maybe I can give you food? Pastry? I really love to cook, and everyone said that I’m good at it.” You nervously played with your sleeve while Bucky was staring directly at you.

“Deal. I would honestly die for homemade food, ‘cause last time I ate it was at my ma’s and I really miss it. But you don’t have to do this, okay?”

“And you don’t have to help me.” You shot back.

Bucky’s smile grew wider, and he started shaking his head. “You have some temper, doll... Friday is okay?” 

“Yeah, totally, any time you’re free.” 

“Deal. I should probably go, and you better start training to cook food for me. I am really picky, and you insisted on paying me with it.” He said and started to walk back.

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed. “I know what I’m doing; don’t underestimate me!” 

“Fine. See ya, doll.” Bucky waved at you with the biggest smile on his face and finally walked away.

Well, it’s gonna be interesting. 

For the next almost two months, Bucky had been “working” for you, and you paid him with your food every single time because you couldn’t leave that man starving after he just got home from work and then willingly helped you. 

You two got closer. Bucky was a really good man; you found out it while you were sitting in your backyard looking at how his muscles were moving with every swing of the ax. He was right that it wasn't a big deal for him—the job that you would’ve been doing for several hours he did in twenty or thirty minutes. 

The conversation with Bucky was easy, he was a pretty reserved person, but he still told you everything about his job and his friends and asked you things about your life. It was hard not to fall for him. Especially when he gave you this boyish smile every time it was time to say goodbye or when you brought him your homemade food. 

Usually he comes to your house every Friday after work around 6 p.m., but today it was already 8 and he still didn’t show up. There was no light in his windows either, so you became really worried that something serious had happened. 

You were nervously sitting on the bar stool in your kitchen while your dinner was getting cold on the stove. You really had no appetite. What if he got injured from his dangerous work? Or maybe you were just overreacting and he went on a date with someone? You really had no reason to be worried that much because Bucky probably didn’t even think of you as a close friend, and you were just a too dramatic person with attachment issues. 

The light knock on the door scared you a little bit, but you still jumped out of your seat to open it. 

Bucky was standing there, visually perfectly fine and without any injuries, and you sighed with relief. 

“Bucky, oh my god, hi. Are you okay? I was really worried about you, and I don’t even have your phone number to text or call.” You mumbled as your eyes studied his face. 

“Hey, doll.” Bucky softly smiled at you, but it was obvious that he wasn’t really in the mood. “I’m fine. Just a shitty day at work. My boss went fucking crazy over nothing, and it was just a mess.” He ran a hand through his long hair. “But I have to do your firewood, so I'll go change and be back in a few minutes, ‘kay?”

He started to go back, but you caught him by his wrist. “No, Buck, wait. You don’t have to do it right now, really. I have enough wood, and you’re really exhausted. Come in; I have fresh lasagna and chocolate muffins.” 

“Um—are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to.” He mumbled. You noticed that you were still holding his wrist, but decided to leave it that way. 

“Don’t worry, I have enough food, and you look like you really need it. C’mon, don’t you want to eat something homemade and still hot after a bad day at work?” You gave him your best smile, and it was obvious in his eyes that he already agreed to your idea. 

“Okay, we can do that. Honestly, I feel like I’m able to eat a fucking elephant.” 

You both shared a laugh before you almost dragged him into your house and closed the door. Only at that moment did you realize that even though you gave Bucky a lot of food, he had never been at your place before. For some reason, you felt really excited to feed him and spend some time together. 

“Sit here while I’m heating the food.” Bucky obediently took a seat, looking with a soft smile at how you were moving around in your little kitchen.

You looked so domestic and soft in the warm yellow lights of the room in the cute pink cotton dress with little flowers all over it. The concentration was written all over your face as you tried to perfectly set plates and cutlery on the table and then put steaming lasagna on it.

“Fuck, it smells so good; you’re going to kill me, doll.” He wasn’t able to handle the amazing smell of food right in front of him. 

Your cheeks heated, and you waved your hand at him. “It’s just lasagna, Buck; don’t be dramatic.” You took a place near him, and you both started to eat your food. 

“I’m not being dramatic. I already told you that, besides my ma, you have the best food in the world. I could’ve eaten it three times a day for the rest of my life and not gotten tired of it.” He took another big bite, moaning as the taste filled his mouth. 

“You’re making me blush. No one ever told me this.”

“That’s my intention, doll. What, none of your boyfriends complemented your skills? Because I would’ve put the ring on that finger way too fast.” You looked at each other for a few seconds until you noticed that he had already finished his portion. 

“Do you want more?” Ignoring his previous words, you stood up and took his plate to give him some extra food. The dress gently flew around your thighs, drawing Bucky’s attention to your legs when you turned around. “Anyway, what happened at work? You mentioned your boss.”

“Ugh, Pierce is a fucking dipshit. Everyone there hates him, but he has too much money, so we can’t do anything. Me and Steve have really been on bad terms with him since the first day. He tries to tell us how to do our work, but his head is so far up in his ass that he can’t even listen to what we say.” You returned to your place and put a plate in front of Bucky again. The frown took place on his face while he was talking about Pierce, so you put a hand on top of his without even thinking. 

“He sounds like a total asshole. I’m sorry that you guys have to work for him.” Bucky’s face softened at your action. He flipped his hand so he could interlace your fingers, and you felt the warm feeling all over your body. 

You both definitely felt something, but you still stayed silent, enjoying the connection. It was obvious that you had feelings for each other. It was just hard to admit out loud, and, honestly, Bucky was so scared that you might think that he did all of this just to get into your pants. Which is not true. Well, he doesn’t mind, but it’s not his only intention. He wants to treat you right and ask you out on a date. 

Back then, he felt so bold and offered to help you with the firewood with the hope of getting to know you better. Steve and Sam obviously knew about his new “work” and teased him about it all day long. Unfortunately, he still didn’t find the right moment to ask you out. Those times when he came to you on Friday evenings and you were watching him work in your cute dresses or little pajamas were Bucky’s favorites. You looked so soft, cozy, and domestic that he wished to see you like this every day. 

After the last piece of a chocolate muffin disappeared in Bucky’s mouth and he let out a moan of satisfaction, he sat in your kitchen with closed eyes and a smile on his face. 

“If I had to have a shitty day just to get this type of meal at the end of the day, I’m ready for it.”

“Bucky!” You laughed at his dramatic words. “You don’t have to have a bad day. I can feed you just because.” 

“Well, you said it yourself. Now you won’t get rid of me.” You both laughed. Then he suddenly got up and started to put plates in the sink. “You sit, and I’ll wash the dishes.”

“No, Bucky, that’s not how it works!” You got up and caught him by his bicep. Really hard and big bicep. 

“Yes, it is. You’re cooking, then I’m cleaning.” He tried to get away from your grip to turn on the water, but you only held him stronger, now with both of your hands on his arms. 

“Bucky.” When he was standing so close to you, you realized your size and height difference, and it made you shiver. You turned your head up to look him in the eyes. “You are my guest; you shouldn’t do this.”

“My mother taught me to always help women because they are not our maids.” He stepped a little bit closer. “But if you’re saying this only because you want me to leave, I can do that.”

You were both looking at each other, and what you saw in his eyes made you weak in the knees. 

“No, no, I don’t want you to leave.” Your hands moved higher and fell on the sides of his neck. It was everything Bucky needed to finally kiss you.

Two large and rough hands took your face to bring your lips closer to Bucky’s height. He was gentle yet so passionate, and he slowly moved his lips against yours. It was mind-blowing how desperately you wanted him to devour you, to destroy you. While your hands were discovering his broad chest and shoulders, you felt that your body was suddenly lifted in the air and then placed on the kitchen counter.

Now that Bucky didn’t have to lean over to your height, it was easier to kiss you properly. His tongue brushed over your lips to ask for entrance, which you happily gave. Bucky felt too addicted to your taste, your smell, and the feeling of your smaller body against him. It drove him crazy.

“I've wanted to do that since the day I looked at you.” The hands on your hips tightened and moved you closer to his body. “You look so pretty, God.” Bucky’s eyes are running all over your face, trying to memorize every little thing.

“Bucky...” You dragged him closer again, desperate to connect your lips. His large hands wandered all over your body, slightly pulling up your dress and then moving higher and cupping your breasts in them. “I thought you were tired.” His large erection was obvious through his jeans, and you wanted to tease him. 

“I’m never tired for you, doll.” He mumbled against your lips. “I could’ve fucked you right on this table, but I’ll leave it for the next time. Where’s your bedroom?” You didn’t miss the promise to fuck you again, and your body felt ecstatic just because of this thought.

“Up the stairs, second door from the right.” 

Bucky didn’t say a word before your world suddenly moved, and you ended up hanging from his shoulder. Your bare ass was probably right near his face, and you couldn’t help but blush. 

He stormed up the stairs with one hand on your thigh, as if your weight on his shoulder was nothing, and then walked into your main bedroom. 

You were thrown onto your bed, and Bucky stayed in front of you for a few seconds to remember this picture. Swollen lips, eyes full of need, a short dress that pulled up and showed a glimpsing of your white underwear. Yes, you were perfect, and only for him. 

“Come here, Buck.” You raised your hands in his direction, and he obediently climbed on top of you with a smirk on his face.

He sat between your legs, moving his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs.

“Such a pretty doll for me, in this cute lil’ dress, mm?” His body was hovering over you, and when he found a zipper on the back of your dress, you ended up lying under him only in your white lingerie set in less than a minute. 

The pair of the most beautiful blue eyes devoured your naked body as soon as the piece of clothing was removed, and you had never seen a man look at you this way. Like you were the most beautiful, delicious, and priceless thing in the world. Bucky’s hands gently touched your body from the shoulders to your legs, and you swear that you heard a moan while he was doing it.

“Sweetheart.” He mumbled and leaned to gently kiss the soft skin of your belly, moving with little kisses higher until he reached your lips. “You’re killing me, you know that?” 

“Shut up and kiss me, Barnes.” It was impossible to think straight when his pretty face was right in front of you and his muscular body pushed you deeper into the mattress of your bed. He kissed you as you asked, but it didn’t last long before he pulled away with a grin on his face. You gently brushed his brown locks out of his face and tucked them behind his ears.

“So bossy, dollface... Do I have to fuck this attitude out of you?”

“Mmm, undress, and we’ll see what you are capable of.” You shot back at him, and he just moved away with a smirk on his face. 

In a few seconds, a red henley was thrown somewhere on the floor, and you were face to face with a body that was probably made by the Greek gods. Muscles on muscles, with tanned skin and freckles from the work under the sun. Now you wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.

“Like what you see?” His smirk became wider as he saw the look on your face: slightly parted lips and darkened eyes that were looking at him up and down. Bucky's hands went straight to the belt of his pants, and with the last movement, he was standing in your almost dark bedroom completely naked. 

You almost choked on your saliva when he pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time. He was thick and long, with an angry red head. 

“No way this is gonna fit me…”

“It will, doll. I’ll take care of it. I bet this pretty little pussy will just suck me in.” 

It was over for you. You knew that. A handsome, respectful man with a perfect body and dirty mouth? Yes, he can do whatever he wants with you.

He returned to your bed, sitting in between your spread legs. He didn’t waste any more time when he reached behind your back and unbuttoned your bra. Bucky stood on his knees so perfectly that his dick landed on your covered pussy, and it made you both moan out loud. 

“Look at this, doll. ‘M gonna destroy her.” His hips slightly moved, and because your panties were soaking wet, it was so smooth and perfect. “Can you imagine that? I will stretch you out so well that I’ll ruin any other men for you. Make you–and her– mine.” He reached with one of his hands to your tits and squeezed your nipple between his fingers, while the other one was keeping your legs apart so he would be able to move his hips. 

You tried to close your legs by instinct. The tip of his cock again and again brushed right on your clit, and the slight pain from your nipple made you desperately moan and clench your bedsheets.

“Are you going to cum, pretty girl? Im not even inside of you, and you’re already a fucking mess.” Bucky’s rough voice was so sexy that it made you even wetter, if that was possible. He saw that you were close: by the way your breathing changed and how your eyes rolled back in your head. “C'mon, just let it go. Soak those panties even more.” His movements on your most sensitive parts of the body didn’t stop, and it threw you over the edge.

You were squeezing around nothing, and the most inappropriate and dirty moan escaped your mouth. It was something that you'd never experienced before, and it was so intense that you needed some time to get over it.

“Good girl.” Bucky grabbed your face and connected your lips, giving you another wet and sloppy kiss. 

Then, without hesitation, Bucky’s hands took off the last piece of your clothing, leaving you completely naked for his hungry eyes. He stared at your body up and down for a few seconds and then closed his eyes to take a deep breath and calm himself down. 

“Bucky, please, I need you so much.” You almost cried, trying to grab him and put his body on top of yours, but Bucky was much larger than you, so it was almost impossible.

Bucky finally calmed down a little bit, and he interlaced his right hand with your left, pinning it above your head. His body softly landed on you, and skin-to-skin contact sent shivers down your spine. He was now looking you right in the eyes, and judging by his facial expressions, he either wanted to fuck you lifeless or cuddle and hold you closely.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Bucky’s soft side came out again, and you slightly nodded, giving him permission to continue. The little silver square appeared in his hand out of nowhere before he ripped the package with his teeth and put a condom on. 

You honestly tried to hold back the little bit of disappointment you felt when he decided to use protection. It was smart. You weren’t longtime partners, it was a question of your safety. But the tiny voice in your head told you that you would’ve let him fuck you without it. To feel his perfect d–

Your thoughts were cut off with a deep chuckle. “You look like you’re sad that I put on a condom, doll.” You swear that his eyes darkened when you stayed silent. “If you want it later, I’ll fuck you raw, ‘kay? But now neither of us can think straight.” 

“Are you a perfect man?” You laughed.

“I don’t know, let’s find out.” Your smile faded as soon as you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.

You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, so when Bucky started teasing you again, rubbing you up and down to cover himself in your slick, you nearly lost it. 

“Bucky, please.” You whine, grabbing the side of his torso with your free hand. “Don’t tease me, please, I can’t—” 

Your words died as Bucky finally pushed inside of you. Your head fell deeper into your soft bed, and Bucky’s body tensed on top of you, trying to hold back a deep moan. 

It was overwhelming. He stretched you out so deliciously that you felt pain and inexplicable pleasure. No one ever made you feel this way—like you were on cloud nine and the man on top of you didn’t even actually fuck you yet. 

“You’re squeezing me so hard that I might cum like a teenager—fuck!” He groaned, squeezing your hand harder. “Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

You tried to relax as much as you could with a dick buried deep inside of you, and Bucky was finally able to move.

Well, if it felt good earlier, then the first movement of his hips probably sent you right to heaven. Bucky cupped your face with his left hand, locking your eyes together, when he started thrusting at a slow pace. 

“So pretty for me, doll. You feel my cock in your stomach, huh?” Bucky’s lips almost touched yours when he talked, but it felt like he was too far away from you. “Good girl, take me so well. Knew that this pussy would be my death.” 

“More... harder, please, fuck me harder.” You spoke in between moans, gazing intently at Bucky's pretty face.

He started fucking you harder. Your bed was slamming your wall, but it didn’t bother you as much as the fact that he was hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You were a fucking whining mess under him, with a slightly open mouth and a drunk-looking face.

“Suck it like a good girl you are.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, and you moaned, doing as he said. “Your pussy is already sucking the shit out of me. Are you going to cum, baby? Going to make a mess on my cock while I fuck you? Imagine if I fucked you raw and filled you up with my load. I bet you’d like that.” The finger went deeper into your mouth, making you gag. You nodded your head as much as you could at Bucky’s words because you were already ready to cum.

“Give it to me, baby.” Bucky growled, sucking on your neck. His hips slammed into yours, making the nastiest noise, but it turned you on even more. A finger slipped out of your mouth, and Bucky’s face was in front of you again. “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“M-m, B-bucky! Don't stop, pl– ahhh!” The wave of the best orgasm of your fucking life washed over you. You swear the stars started dancing behind your closed eyes as you endlessly squeezed Bucky’s cock and his body.

The way you were moaning, how your eyes rolled back, and how your whole body trembled pushed Bucky over the edge. A few last movements in your soaking wet pussy and he came, feeling almost lifeless, as if you had sucked the whole energy out of him.

He let go of your hand, which this whole time he held above your head, and cupped your face with both of his hands, kissing away the tears you didn’t even notice.

“Y/N? Baby? Are you okay?” He whispered and moved your head a little bit so your eyes were directed at him. You looked like you were high or really drunk, but he couldn’t argue with the fact that you were the prettiest woman on earth.

“I– it’s like I don't feel my body anymore.” You lazily mumbled and closed your eyes. “No one ever fucked me like this.” 

“Glad to hear that, doll.” Bucky leaned closer and kissed your soft lips with more delicacy and tenderness. “Do you need anything? Food, water, bath?”

“No… Can you just hug me and stay here for the night?” You asked, now afraid that he would leave since he got what he wanted.

“Sure, just let me get rid of this thing, and I’ll still get you some water.” He kissed you on the forehead before carefully untangling his body from yours. You hissed at the new empty and a little bit aching feeling inside of you. “I’m sorry, baby.” 

Bucky threw a condom in the basket under your table and, putting on only his boxers, came down to the kitchen to get you a bottle of water. But when he came back, he saw that you had already fallen asleep.

You looked so cute—still naked, with a peaceful expression on your face, laying in the middle of your messy bed. He thought about whether he should disturb your sleep or not, but you asked him to stay, right? Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then came closer to you, placed the bottle on the nightstand, and carefully scooped you into his hands, pushing away the covers. He put you back down, and then you opened your eyes. 

“C’mere…” You mumbled, still sleepy, and grabbed his hand.

Bucky quietly chuckled and got under the cover, hugging you from the back. You happily sighed before drifting back to sleep. Bucky kissed you in the hair, hugged you harder, and fell to sleep with you in his arms.

You woke up a little bit disoriented, trying to figure out what happened last night. 

The bed beside you was empty, but the aching feeling between your legs proved that it wasn’t a dream. You, in fact, fucked your hot lumberjack neighbor. But where did he go?

You found some random oversized t-shirt and walked down the stairs. Everything was silent; your kitchen was empty but crystal clean. Did Bucky just leave? 

Wait a minute. 

Yesterday there was a mess from your cooking and dinner with Bucky.

Now the room was almost shining. 

You looked around in confusion until you noticed a piece of paper on the table. 

All of your bad thoughts disappeared as soon as you read it, and you felt butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

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JAILBREAK. — SUGURU GETO. ☆

synopsis. you hate your job as a part time correctional officer. things change once you have to “babysit” one of the dangerous criminals of the a-block floor, suguru geto. but girl, maybe sleeping with an egotistical cocky ass inmate might have been your biggest mistake yet.

wc. 5.5k

warnings. modern au, fem!reader, pwp, inmate geto, corruption kink, degradation, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, geto has a tongue piercing, hair pulling, praise, overstim, reader’s kinda delulu

an. thank uuu @osaemu for beta readin someee!! inmate geto is my new hyperfixation omge

it was as if each shift became longer and longer, your daily occupation, nothing special, nothing fancy, just a correctional officer at some high maintenance prison near the city.

the stench of musk and sweat wafted around you, such a reoccurrence that it was practically normal. it was around midnight, as how most of your shifts were, and as you trod towards the secluded darkened space for only the inmates dangerous to themselves and others, you intake a breath before swiping your key near your hip, preparing to unlock the glass-like metal steel door.

“oh,” you close the door behind you, and that familiar deep voice does something to you.

what…?

you don’t know, but it had such bass in it, you turned to face the inmate, no one other than suguru geto. “…yo,” he mocks, giving you a sly head nod, his eyes scan up and down your body, your uniform and then your own meets his pursed lips. somehow, he managed to find a cigarette. again. “hmpf. they got the newbie watchin' me again? you do know that gun on your hip isn’t a toy, right?”

your eyebrows twitch, and your facial expressions formed into a deadpan as you walked towards him with his daily meal in hand. “yeah and i’m not afraid to use it on you if necessary.”

“ooh. rookie’s got jokes, that’s cute.” he grins.

you murmured, and he only smiles, he knows you didn’t mean that, he pissed you off, even if he wasn’t saying anything exactly. pulling out your staff notepad checklist of where you usually kept track of all the inmates attendance and meals, you uttered, “but anyways…” you blowed, “no one fed you today, suguru. you must be starving.”

“yeah, 'm starvin’ ‘n more ways than you can imagine, princess,” geto hums, and you suddenly freeze once the inmate stands up firm and tall. he’s just so damn big—broad wide shoulders, long slight shaggy dark toned hair, and with a split-second gaze, you look near geto’s orange jumpsuit. the bulge, yeah you spotted that immediately, but his tattoos…

his fucking tattoos.

“can you at least try to behave for a few minutes.” you sighed, and he's already getting on your last nerve. he could tell too…and damn was he was just getting nothing but pure amusement from your sheer irritation.

“eh, depends,” he speaks in a low gruff, his attention was on you and only you, raising his darkened thin arched brows before his lips converge into a witty smirk. “ya gonna feed me my food, babe? oh, you should know. poor inmate like me can’t feed myself when i’m all,” and he pauses while speaking, placing his hands in his lap — giving his wrists a slight shimmy and you hear the metal dance against his skin. “…handcuffed.”

it took everything within you to not smack this arrogant suave bastard, geto flirted with you whatever chance he got, with no shame either. you’re a pretty girl, well mannered, yet never took anyone’s shit, he liked that about you.

your job wasn’t to be taken lightly, it could be considered scary at times with the various inmates you have to deal on a day to day basis, but simply, you were just a girl with an attitude. but he wasn’t fond of brats, especially brats like you.

“…fine,” you mumbled, making your way towards him. he sat on the steel uncomfortable bed that was as usual, never made. geto practically lived in solitary confinement, they don’t call him the suguru geto for a reason. his name was known amongst many, he was feared worldwide. geto wasn’t exactly a good guy, far from it actually.

he’s a criminal and his record was… definitely spine chilling to say the least. “don’t try anything, just open your mouth.”

“hm, alright then.” he happily complies, his demeanor changes just a bit, and he’s more playful. geto opens his mouth just slightly and you spot tiny dimples form near the corners of his lips, and you gradually stick the spoon into his mouth, feeding him whatever food was made for the inmates of the night.

baked mash potatoes, geto stated it was one of his favorites and you just so happened to remember. a smile forms on his lips as you feed him. your eyes darted towards him, and now he’s just staring intimately at you.

that smirk that forever rested against his pink thinly parted lips.

“m-mhm.” he grunts, and your eyes widen just a bit, he was messing with you, and you don’t even realize geto’s got his hand gripped on your waist. stroking a thumb against your belt, you felt the feeling of him rubbing all against the firearm that was strapped tightly on you.

before you could smack his hand, geto swiftly brings you on top of his lap, stealing out a gasp from you at how quick he was with his movements. the silver spoon sticks out his mouth before you take it out, only to return him with an irritated glare.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you uttered, growing quite embarrassed yet trying to maintain a level-head.

“told ya,” he grumbles, swiping a tongue against the excess mash potatoes that remained near his lips. “i’m hungry, babe. that was good, but i’m not satisfied. i need more.”

“inmates in solitary confinement aren’t allowed to have seco—”

“pretty girl, you know what i’m talkin’ about,” geto chuckles, and you shiver a bit from feeling the soft pads of his thumb brush against the belt of your waist again. you were in uniform but this entire position was so dirty. not to mention, it’s not like this place of the prison was exactly secluded. it was, but there was bound to be people were walking by. “i’ve been seein’ the way you stare at me.”

he was just infuriating, but you didn’t know how to reply so…you didn’t. you just sat there on the inmate’s lap, with a quite dumb expression and he’s just eating it up. “geto—”

“it’s just you ‘n me, girl,” he slyly whispers, and his voice drops just a bit as he stops you from speaking. his touch against your waist just gave you more and more goosebumps. all the way up until you felt it. geto infamous boner that hid beneath his jumpsuit. he’s been incarcerated for at least three years now, in and out. he was for sure horny. you could just tell from his seductive gaze. “don’t gotta be shy. was waiting for you to show up if ‘m being honest. you’re not like the rest, y’know?”

that’s when you gasp, realizing his handcuffs were off — he must have took the key from your pocket, because he was just feeling you up now. you let off a surprised noise once you felt geto starting to make you grind against his lap, feeling his hefty bulge.

“sugu-” you mumbled, and he’s just staring at you with a sly grin pressing onto his lips, only before he leans directly up close to your neck, giving a part near your collarbone a soft deep suck.

you whine from feeling the near sharp edges of his teeth lightly dig into your skin, playfully.

“mhm, pretty thing like you isn’t fit to be workin’ here. cutesy little prison guard,” he sung, his warm breath wafts against your skin, “crushin’ on your inmates is real unprofessional, ya know. you could get fired.”

he was right, you could get fired. and perhaps he wasn’t lying about the second part too—you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t find suguru geto the slightest bit of attractive. because he was, he and you both knew it.

“don’t be stupid. i’m not crushing on you,” you denied, yet embarrassingly enough, your eyes widen at feeling geto air your words — his thick stubby fingers, two of them specifically runs down between your legs and you gasp again. “are you…crazy? there could be cameras in here.”

“so.”

“so? you’re trying to get me fired?” you raised your eyebrows, sitting up from his lap, and he’s playing with you entirely. stroking a rough scarred hand down your back. if it was any other inmate, you’d barely give them a second glance.

geto gives you direct eye contact, and he looks so handsome and lean back, but his messy long black strands of bangs nearly covers his eyes, making him appear to be ten times more feared.

“maybe,” then he chuckles. “it’s okay, if it makes ya feel any better. i fantasized about you at least once or twice while being secluded from the other inmates in this hellhole. i prefer you over the other annoying officers who’re always givin’ me shit.”

you were about to speak but suddenly you couldn’t—you realized how close you were to geto, propped up on his lap, propped up on his bulge. were you really throbbing right now? oh you definitely were.

pulsing, itching, aching.

“soooo, when was the last time you got laid?”

this guy.

“excuse me?” you stammer, entirely being taken aback. such smug fell off his tone, he cocked his head a certain way to let you know he was being genuine. in his own way, of course.

geto’s always been one to flirt with you whenever it was your shift to supervise him. his comments were always so bold. he’d purposely pitch his tone a bit low whenever he spoke to you, no one else. perhaps it was the incarcerated felon crushing on you.

“you heard me,” he mutters, giving you a sly glance. he ghosts a few fingers against your waist. you still don’t know why you’re happily sitting on his lap, but you were comfortable to say the least. “with your long hours i pretty much figure you don’t even have time to finger yourself, let alone get laid. poor baby.”

“…just shut up.” you chastised, his soothing warm words, the way he delivered those last two words as a form of mockery. it made you throb, you pinched yourself, feeling yourself grow out to be hot. 

“make me, girl.” he faked a pout on his lips, almost as if his speech was purposely dumbing you down, solely from the tone. geto teasingly cocks his head towards the right and a teeny smile stretched against his lips. 

and you did. 

he was just poking fun at you—you loathed it, the tension between you and geto, his expressions were relaxed and smug like you won’t do anything. 

so, what did you do? 

you silenced him…with a kiss. 

he’s taken aback, you’re taken aback, you don’t know what came over you but you just couldn’t stand him talking. 

his sly grin, you desperately wanted to wipe it off his face. geto leans back against his bunk. his breath gets caught in his throat with the way you initiated the lustful kiss, parting your mouth open just a bit. 

you can feel geto reaching for the firearm near your hip but with quick reflexes you smack his hand, and he chuckles, pulling you closer towards him. 

he tasted sweet, with a tang of spice. leaning his head forward, he felt your warm breath shudder against him which makes him let off a low grunt once he feels you start to rock against his lap.

geto didn’t expect for you to trail a finger down his jumpsuit. the soft nearly wrinkled fabric, unbuttoning it and he shudders at how you’re all frisky and bold. 

“easy now officer,” he whispers before pulling away, lips pink and glistening with a bit of spit. his voice was a mere rasp and it made you throb. “when i said make me, that’s not what i meant,” and then he smiles, tugging on your work pants. “but you’re something else. take off those pants, i’ve been meaning to show you something.”

geto wanted to show you his tongue, specifically his tongue piercing. not necessarily show you but make you feel it. 

when you kissed him, you felt it tickle against you. the tasteless titanium rubbing against your tongue. it left you all hot and bothered. 

he had you currently laid flat on your back, an entire needy mess, despite it only being a few minutes. how embarrassing…

it was just the way he curled his tongue, flicking it against your pussy, he’s sloppy. two big hands squeeze and grip against your inner thighs, long strands prickling against your legs as he swirled his tongue against your slit. 

“f-fuck,” you’d gasp out, tilting your neck down to stare at geto. he’s already returning your eyes with a coltish glance, puckering his lips briefly to create kissed everywhere between your legs. your hands rummaged through his long silk hair. giving it a firm tug, that earns a low grunt from geto that makes you pulse even more. “tickles, suguru.”

“does it?” he purrs in a cheeky tone, slowly flicking his tongue against your clit—you jounce, a gasp gets caught in your throat at the way the piercing shifts against your folds. the slight coldness of it makes your thighs ache for more “mhm. can’t get enough.”

you pant, tugging and gripping roughly on his hair, geto’s nose deep, his tongue was so greedy. it was just the way he grazed and moved his tongue against your labia. your two sweet flaps, you grew more whiny by the second. 

“s-suguru,” you’d squeak, biting down on your lip. you knew how wrong this was, so why did it turn you on even more? “think…think ‘m getting close.”

“yeah yeah, keep your legs open.” he cuts you off, and you stare down at him. he’s so nasty with his tongue, taking a brief second to spit right on your cunt, dragging a thumb between your slit. “do you get wet like this for all your other inmates?”

you stared down at him, feeling yourself grow more and more aroused by the second—your response was just giving him a subtle head shake. “no, just you.”

“just me?” he repeats, lowering his voice and it’s so attractive. “maybe you really are crushin’ on me.”

“shut up..” you hissed. your breathing started to become more and more erratic, your ears rang and you pulsed from how close you were starting to approach towards your orgasm. 

geto’s entire chin was polished with your sweet slick—covered in nothing but all of it. such a messy eater, each time you tug on his long strands of hair. his husky pitched groans continued to make you pulse.

his piercing slowly lapped against your cunt, and you gasped at the feeling of him inserting a finger inside slowly. 

“ooh, ‘s close isn’t it?” he teases, peppering kisses near your thighs now, nibbling on it playfully with his teeth. “you gonna make a mess for me? slutty prison guard?” 

“y-yes.” you squirmed, your hands idly dragging him closer against your pussy. he chuckles, his technique snatching your breath away quite literally. “suguru… gonna come. wanna cum.”

he lays his tongue flat, lapping and lapping against your clit, giving it a long sweet suck to where his mouth starts watering from the taste and you moan. “ask nicer. where’s your manners huh?”

“p-please,” you whined, growing frustrated, so pent up—your walls clenched around the two fingers he now had buried deep into your cunt. you whimper from the mere stimulation, the way he toys with your g-spot with his lengthy slender fingers had you throbbing pathetically. “let me cum please, s-suguru.”

“oh but i don’t know,” the inmate teases, using his free hand to pry open your thighs a bit more. the cute pout that spread across your lips at his words was so adorable, “aw poor baby,” he hums, playfully blowing against your pussy to watch you writhe in pleasure and utter desperation. “you’re so cute when you’re desperate.”

“suguru, please, please..” you whimpered, not even caring how you sounded. your sweet voice reverberated against the walls of the secluded kept room, own words coiling at your throat. 

he smiles. “how about this,” and for a terse moment…he stares right at you. with his tongue going over his lips, savoring your taste. “i let you cum, you promise to get me out of here.”

….

help him break out? 

all this so you could orgasm….

you swallowed, chest heaving and your legs felt nearly nonexistent. geto looked serious though, brushing a thumb against your sloppy clit. he awaited your answer and you were deep in pondering thought.

you’d for sure get fired, then again you did hate your job. 

the fact that you were even contemplating letting an inmate break out just to cum. you just wanted a release so bad, the way his tongue lapped against your pussy, the smooth texture of it flicking back and forth to where your toes curl. you wanted more, and maybe it was a bit concerning that you started to not even care about your profession anymore. 

“promise..”

“oh..?” he slyly remarks, for sure you were gonna at least deny or call him crazy, but a straight answer. he was amused—and the needy look on his face was all he needed to see. “hm, it’s a deal then. go ahead ‘n cum, pretty girl.”

your back arched in ecstasy, he’s holding onto your hips departing his fingers from inside you, and just his tongue’s doing the main finish. you shuddered as you felt yourself vibrate and twitch. the build up had you clenching around nothing but air. “f-fuck…” 

scorching, your body radiated and carried so much heat around it, your eyes started to roll and roll towards the very depths of your head. once you came, you slump back against the rickety mattress, one hand still firmly maintaining its grip on geto’s hair. 

“there there, ‘s okay,” he slyly purrs, making sure to clean you with his tongue. for a split second his eyes close, and geto brings a few kisses against your folds before sitting up to stare down at you. “c’mere.”

you sit up, giving geto a cute needful glance, you craved more and he knew that. you leaned in to kiss him, and he returns it with such filthy passion. geto’s handsy, his slick-smeared lips ghost against yours before he deepens it. a groan gets caught in his throat, and you whine once you feel him lay you down on your back.

he leans up against you and eagerly, you give the orange fabric pants of his jumpsuit a cute tug, a sign for him to take it off. 

“such an impatient little thing,” he murmurs right into your mouth. you whined, wanting him to keep kissing you but he keeps breaking away purposely, watching your lips quiver in desire. “how bad do you want me?”

“s-suguru.” you pouted, your hand finding its way towards his bulge. the strain in his pants, all because of you. 

“don’t ‘suguru’ me,” he rasps in a mocking tone, his body pressed against yours. and only then did you realize the size difference, how buff and well toned geto was. he was an inmate after all, he always had a consistent workout schedule. geto’s dark eyes stare into yours before he brushes a thumb against your glossed lips. “talk to me nice in that pretty voice of yours. you want me? say it then.”

the disappointed pout you had displayed on your lips remained there as you spoke, only to hear how whiney and desperate you were. 

“i want you suguru, please.” you sigh. 

“girl…you’re so unprofessional,” he snickers, a swift snicker leaves from his lips before you hear him shuffle in his suit. pulling down his matched set pants, he tugs near the edge and it goes down. “feel how hard you make me, officer.”

and you let out a soft gasp. 

geto lightly grabs you by the neck, and you let off a needy moan once he starts to rub your face against his boxers. the very imprint of his bulge. “all your fault. got me throbbin’ for you...”

“suguru,” you whined, a small pout spreading on your lips each second he continued to tease you. “suguru, s-stop teasing me.”

“just jokin’,” you plop down on your chest, the moment he lightly shoves you forward against the plush-cushioned bed frame. it creaked from the movements, quite rickety. “oh wow,” he utters in a low voice — quickly averting his eyes towards your work pants, briefly pulling them down to come full-view of your ass. “do correctional officers just…not wear panties or…?”

you let off a moan, feeling him skim a few fingers against your ass, holding back a noise once he presses the leaky fat tip of his cock against your throbbing entrance. 

“i…i forgot.” you whined, mouth watering — you wanted more than anything for him to be inside already. “i was rushing.”

“uh huh,” geto rolls his eyes, and you stared directly at him. the plump fat head of his swiped against your wet folds, a few taps and you were about to go crazy. “ooh. look at you trying to rush me.” 

he was such a tease, you could hear the playfulness in his tone. as geto hovered over you, he took a few moments before slowly easing his way inside you. 

his jaw clenches, and it’s sexy…

the way his muscles would tense all because of you. you were panting, legs just dumbly sprawled out. maybe it was unprofessional, participating in sexual activities with an inmate—yet, you just couldn’t help yourself. all the built up tension surrounding between the two of you. perhaps it was bound to happen. 

“fuck, ‘s warm..” he grunts, and he’s just barely halfway in. you chewed near the inside of your lip, nails clawing down his buff arms and he starts to pant himself. geto was huge. emphasis on huge. 

his happy trail was mesmerizing to look at, the way he had slightly black curly hair coating near the lower half of himself. it was well trimmed, yet much visible to see. the more he gently makes his way inside your cunt, you felt every mean inch. the curve geto had—it was hefty, you felt yourself starting to drool. 

a single vein throbbed, and you felt it. geto bites his tongue marginally. and once he’s fully in, he gives you a coy expression. 

“may i move, officer?” he snickers. 

“p-please.” you whimpered. 

“okay.” he hums, and the bass to his voice was just enough to get you wet. far wetter than you already were. such smoothness dripped from it, it was a deep pitch that always made your heart flutter and sink. 

once he starts up just a single thrust, your body jolts back and you gasp—finding your arms to suddenly grab onto him. 

geto chuckles. “dramatic thing, aren’t you.” you moaned, nails continuing to drag down how skin as you’re laid flat against your back. the angle was so deep and thorough, each hit against your pussy had your kind spasming. in an entire frenzy of you will. 

he leans in to pepper kisses all over your face, strands of his hair that was out tickled against your skin. by this point, he’s buried deep. your head goes back a bit and…oh, that same curve that he had, it continuously made an appearance. 

geto was buried between your legs, hefty sack just thwacking against you. your legs were perfectly bent, shoulder width apart. “f-fuck,” you’d stammer, suddenly clamping all around him. it took a few deep vigorous thrusts, but at this point he’s got your pussy memorizing his lengths size. geto spreads his knees for a more thorough base, his movements were so sloppy you could barely think straight. let alone process anything. “suguru, ‘s right there.”

“right there what?” he teases, leaning in to nibble near the bottom of your lip. the thin fabric of his jumpsuit brushes against your skin—you were just a mess. pulse after pulse, you wouldn’t be surprised if your brain was short circuiting. “i can’t hear ya when you mumble, baby.”

“fucking-” you spat, and he chuckles once you’re cut off with a deep kiss. geto vary’s his stance against you, and slides his tongue all throughout your mouth. it’s a rough and passionate kiss—so much so to where, he has you catching his breath. once you pull away, you moan, being brought back to reality from his ruthless smacks he’s making with his dick. “keep…keep hitting me there.”

he hums, giving your bottom lip a slow playful bite again, still ramming his hips against you at such a filthy pace. “is that an order?”

he was so annoying, that two second glance he’d give you—a smirk pressing against his lips, he definitely knew how to get under your skin. “please,” you corrected yourself, nails still running down his back. it pierced against his skin, earning a low husky grunt from him. “keep hitting me in that s-spot, suguru.”

“since ya asked so nicely,” he purrs, sneaking another kiss. this time near the very corner of your mouth. the taste was just glacé, sweet and all. simply divine.

you moaned into his mouth, and as his body weight pressed against yours — you shivered. he’s such a tease, geto starts to lightly ghost your cell keys against your bare tummy. your back arched immediately, the coldness of it just grazing against your skin. “you’re so sensitive.”

his soft, teasing words rang throughout your ears, and as you clung onto him—you felt yourself coming closer and closer. he gripped onto your legs, slightly raising them upward and you moan from the deep deep angled. “o-oh my god.” 

geto’s shallow mean strokes had your eyes rolling all the way back….way back to the very depths of your skull. if you weren’t drooling then, you certainly were now.

the moment he sees you pouting from how he cockily starts to slow down—geto pushes a bit more deeper, grinning from your legs now locking around his waist. 

moments later though, you both freeze at hearing the sound of footsteps approaching near the solitary steel door. 

right when you about to orgasm, you both stare at each other — and it’s another officer. you could tell by the loud echo of the keys dangling against their hips. 

“officer, you alright? been in there a while. we’re finishing up roll call then it’s time for the inmates to sleep.”

shit. 

you couldn’t stay quiet, that’d be suspicious, and you knew you had to say something. geto chuckles, still buried balls deep inside of you, leaning in to give your neck a long suck. your hands ran through his hair and you bit your lip, trying to muster up what to say. 

“your subordinate’s talking to you,” geto teases, and you gasp from how he suddenly pistons his hips, such sloppy ruthless thrusts your breath was merely taken away. “don’t be a rude girl.”

“s-shut up,” you whined, putting a hand in his face and he playfully kisses it. you stop a moan from escaping your lips before you project your voice lightly. “uh, yeah. everything’s good. inmate suguru geto’s asleep. i’m just—just finishing up then i’ll take care of his dishes.”

“alright,” the lower rank replies, and your legs start to shake and jostle against geto. he’s staring at you, just wanting for you to slip up. a few awkward seconds pass before the officer continues to speak. “are we still on for tonight?”

you gulped, and geto raises his brows before whispering into your neck. “…oh, tonight, yeah?”

by all means, you felt so embarrassed, heat rises up to your cheeks as if your entire body wasn’t already burning up from his weight pressing down against you.

you ended up cumming mid-convo, and had to cover your mouth to not be so noisy. you clenched all around geto, just a twitching and spasming mess. 

“y-yeah, we are.”

“good, good,” he speaks through the other end of the closed steel door. poor officer, he sounds so ecstatic, a bit of confidence running through his tone. “i’ll see you then, pumpkin.”

geto blurted out laughing and you had to slap a hand against his mouth. the moment the coast is clear and he walks away, you glare and he simpers. 

“pumpkin,” he repeats, mimicking your co-workers accent. “i didn’t know you had plans. have me looking like a fool, hmpf.”

“my private life isn’t your busin—” and you get cut off once geto abruptly sits you upright, to where you’re just straddling him. you moan, your cunt still being stuffed full of his thick inches — and for a moment, you felt his vein prod against you. 

geto groans, seeing how your pupils were all dilated from your recent release. “yeahhh, it isn’t,” he says, grabbing ahold of your waist. you’re rocking back and forth and he’s so thick that you’re just completely cockdrunk and dizzy. “but ‘m having too much fun with you.”

you gasp once you feel the back of geto’s hand roughly smack your ass again, and again, and again. he loves the recoil — you hiss from the sting as your hips roll and maneuver against his lap. “you’re such a dirty girl. i don’t want you to go on that date. stay with me.”

“y-you can’t be serious.” you muttered, arms thrown over his neck. and for a brief moment, it was almost as if you heard a faint of jealously lingering on his tone. it made you throb, this high and mighty notorious inmate feeling this way…for a nobody like you. 

“dead serious, baby,” he utters, and you can sense geto’s close too from the way his jaw tightens. his head tilts back and he bites down on his lip. “that way i won’t be less lonely. talking to the wall ‘n everything.”

oh right, he was in solitary confinement. purposely secluded from the other guards and inmates. geto was considered a danger, yet here you were — stupidly bouncing on his dick. 

“but ‘m not so lonely now that you’re here,” he coos against your ear, and you whimper once he drags a hand down between your legs. he gives your pussy a few mean spanks and you whimpered. “fuck, keep moaning in my ear like that ‘n i’m gonna give you so much of my cum.”

“i need it.” you pleaded, tears swelling up in your eyes, you genuinely didn’t know what got over you — your body was so achy, each time he traced his fingers down your body, you whined. you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to be filled. 

geto groans, and his hefty base kept smacking back against you, your hips jerked as you tightly held onto him, marking up the very inner part of his neck with soft bite marks. 

“f-fine,” he grumbles, and his voice gets a bit high, he’s growing out to be sensitive from the pressure building up. he even gets a tad bit whiney himself. the constant skin smacking makes him kiss his teeth, and his head throws back yet again—long pretty hair flowing against his shoulders. “god, you’re so fuckin’ nasty. riding me this g-good.”

you even start to tug on his hair, and that makes him moan even more. not like he minded. it turned him on, needless to say. 

once geto came, it was thick, so much that it instantly spilled out of your cunt. you paused your hips, and he silenced his groans by grunting against your neck. he’s shaking just as much as you were — and it came out in velvety ropes, spurting and spurting. 

“take it all,” he hisses, gripping onto your waist tightly. you whimper, grinding against him just for a few seconds and he’s for once speechless. “damn, those hips of yours is so deadly, fuck.”

you whined, sitting up and he pulls out of you, watching his own cum spill and drip out. geto brings a thumb towards your clit to smear it all over your pussy, an image that was a something he’d never erase from his mind. 

you panted, hitting your back against his bunk while geto leans in to kiss you deeply. you kissed back, dragging your tongue against his, feeling his warm breath fan against yours before he pulls away with a weary expression. 

“good girl,” he murmurs, peppering a soft kiss near the side of your mouth. “remember my promise?” 

“yeah.” you exhale, trying to catch your breath. your legs felt like jello — head clouded and entirely empty, not a single thought in your mind. 

he smiles. “good. because i forgot to tell ya something else,” and you stare at him, a soft confused head tilt, watching him re-adjust his jumpsuit, pulling his boxers and pants part up. “have fun being in solitary by yourself.”

“wait w-what?” you stammer, and reaches the door, your own keys in hand — and you couldn’t have felt anymore stupid. geto chuckles, with a sly shrug. “princess, you were so gullible. letting me take your keys,” and he unlocks the huge latch before grinning. “but hey, don’t feel too bad. you have a date tonight.”

you glare, overwhelmed with emotions before spitting out a, “fuck you.”

“you literally just did,” he wriggles his eyebrows. “don’t worry. i’ll come back for you,” and then he opens the steel door.

yet before slamming it, he gives you a wink and that same sly grin. “nah i’m just kidding, no i won’t. sorry.”

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[fangswbenefits]

Consequences

Summary: Miguel’s obsession with you reaches a breaking point, and now he’s left to deal with the consequences.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

Word count: 2.5k

18+. Miguel POV. Obsessed and jealous Miguel. Shy/inexperienced sweet reader. Pining. Pillow hump*ng.

Part 1 (if you’re just starting out) - Previous part

Miguel hadn’t managed to get a single second of sleep.

After having heard you mumble that name over and over, he had retreated to the living room, scanning through your file like a madman, hoping he’d find out who this person was.

Tom.

He had Lyla comb through everything, but nothing had come up.

By the time six in the morning rolled around, you exited the room with a long yawn, stretching out your arms, as Miguel sat on his counch, eyeing you intensely.

Still not wearing a bra.

Still in his shirt.

But having mumbled someone else’s name.

Needless to say, this ordeal had effectively killed his boner for good.

It was hard for him to hide his scowl. “Sleep well?”

Your lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Hmm. You?”

Laughable.

He nodded, not wanting his voice to betray his feelings.

“Do you think I can take a shower before I go to the lab?”

“Sure.”

You glared at him, arching an eyebrow. “Is… everything okay?”

“Of course,” he said, clearing his throat. “You have some fresh towels in there.”

“Great!” you chirped happily, disappearing into the bathroom.

Maybe a few hours ago, Miguel O’Hara would have been rock hard from the thought of you being naked with nothing but a door in the way.

But he was having a hard time focusing on anything beyond his blinding jealousy.

Who was Tom? A boyfriend? Family? A pet? Someone random?

Or someone important?

Why didn’t he know about this? Was he overreacting? Maybe there was nothing to be jealous of.

But he was sure of something: he needed answers.

He walked up to the kitchen and brew himself a cup of coffee, needing to deal with the headache that had settled.

Not long after, you emerged from the bathroom, completely soaked in the scent of his body wash, and he nearly gasped at how it completely overtook his senses.

Already in your suit, you quickly dropped by his bedroom to drop off his clothes, and walked right back, bearing a sleepy smile.

“Want something to eat?”

You nodded, sitting on the stool by the counter. “Yes, please. Do you have some fruit?”

He grabbed his cup of coffee and scanned the cupboard. “An apple?”

“Yes!” you beamed.

Miguel offered you one that you immediately brought to your lips, sinking your teeth into the soft surface.

To someone on the outside, this could be considered a moment between a couple who was just getting ready to start the day.

Everything looked very… domestic.

Except, it wasn’t.

Maybe he shouldn’t ask. Would it be too much?

But he had to know. It was eating him alive inside not knowing.

“Who’s Tom?”

Your eyes shot up to meet his and you immediately stopped chewing. “What?”

Miguel tried to appear as casual as possible, but something in your reaction made him regret having asked in the first place.

There was no going back now, so he might as well push for it.

Right?

“I heard you in your sleep,” he went on, taking a sip of his coffee. “You whispered that name.”

Your face had hardened lightly and your gaze dropped to the apple in your hand. “Uh… yeah. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

I didn’t even sleep…

“Is he family or…?”

You swallowed and slid off the stool, waving a dismissive hand. “It’s no big deal. Wait… what time is it?” you said, tapping your watch. “Oh. I need to head back to the lab.”

At this point, Miguel knew he had maybe fucked up big time, and went into full on panic mode.

“I’m sorry that I asked, I-”

You immediately shook your head. “Don’t worry. It’s fine! Thanks for letting me stay over.”

He rounded the countertop and walked up to you, desperate to fix whatever he had just broken.

“You can take the day off if you need.”

You smiled again, but he knew that this time it was genuine. “That’s exactly what I don’t need. Now that I’ve managed to get the chips to work, I need to get back and run some tests.”

He allowed himself to relax slightly. From this distance he could smell his shampoo on you, and it made his heart clench.

There you were again.

His hardworking sweet girl.

You gave his arm a light pat. “Thanks again, Miguel. Your bed is really comfortable,” you said, heading to the doorway while rummaging through your backpack. “Much more than mine.”

He’d have it in your apartment in a heartbeat, and he nearly offered, but chose silence.

“See you later!” you waved with a smile before taking another bite out of the apple, and disappearing beyond the sliding door.

That smile could break a man.

It had broken him long ago.

And now Miguel wanted to scream.

To break something.

Not only did he not get an answer from you, but now he was under the impression he had crossed a line he shouldn’t have by having asked you.

He stormed into his room, and paced hurriedly from one end to the other, trying to decide what to do next.

That was until your scent gripped his heightened senses again.

He glared at his bed.

Your scent lingered in the bedsheets and, as if on autopilot, he paced towards it and gripped one pillow, bringing it to his face.

The family rush of blood downwards was almost painful.

You had been in his bed, and he had lost count of the amount of times he had fantasised ravaging you in it.

He allowed his digital suit to dissolve, leaving him fully naked.

Miguel knew deep down that this was too desperate. Even for him.

But that didn’t stop him.

Instead, he got on top of the mattress, right above where you had slept, and positioned the pillow lower, until the underside of his cock was resting on the soft material.

You had left his shirt neatly folded on top of another pillow and he brought the fabric to his nose, breathing in your scent mixed with his.

His hips rolled once.

It was intoxicating, but he couldn’t stop himself from slowly dragging his cock up and down the pillow soaked in your scent, soon to become soaked in his precum.

His grunts were muffled by the fabric and he felt his fang tear through it.

He wasn’t going to last long.

This was too much.

With a few more snaps of his hips, and feeling more and more precum spill out, Miguel was a moaning mess.

How he wished you’d be right under him, taking all those thrusts deep inside, whimpering and sobbing as he filled you over and over again.

The thought of you struggling to take him for the first time was enough to push him over the edge, and more sounds of fabric being torn filled his ears.

He stilled as a guttural growl broke from his throat, strings of cum shooting out and seeping into the soft fabric below.

His breathing was still erratic by the time his fangs retracted.

Once he found the will to get up, he picked up the cum-drenched pillow and decided to throw it away.

The post-nut clarity hit him like a thousand bricks, as he cleaned up the mess, allowing his suit to cover his entire body once again.

If you weren’t going to tell him about Tom, then he knew just who to ask.

Jessica Drew.

Pulling out two orange screens in his livingroom, your file immediately coming up. He then tapped on his watch twice.

Jessica’s hologram popped up. “Morning, Miguel.”

“Busy?”

“Just headed out to brief my squad.”

“Who’s Tom?” he blurted out, positioning his wrist so that she could see your file on the screen.

“Oh.”

He scowled deeply. “What do you mean ‘oh’?”

Jess clicked her tongue. “I mean that I’m not surprised this is about her.”

“What?”

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are, Miguel O’Hara,” she said with a teasing smile. “You might be able to fool others — hell, even her —, but you can’t fool me.”

That was Jessica Drew. Perceptive as always. He wasn’t all that annoyed that she could read him that well. After all, he had recruited her for a reason.

“I’m just concerned about her,” he said, admitting defeat.

“I’m sure you are,” she said, adjusting her glasses. “But maybe you should be asking her, no?”

“I did, and she pushed the topic away.”

She shrugged. “Well, I don’t know of any Tom. That name never popped up while I was scouting her.”

He felt disappointment and frustration grip him tightly, and he began scrolling through your file, wishing he could have missed something.

“Look, I may head out to her dimension later today, and see what I can find,” she offered with a sigh.

“Thank you, Jess.”

“But Miguel…?”

His crimson eyes darted to the flickering hologram. “Yes?”

“If she doesn’t want to talk about it, there may be a chance you won’t like what I find out. If I find anything, that is.”

Point taken.

He was started to accept that the truth might be an inconvenience for him.

But he had to know. The frustration of not knowing was driving him crazy.

“Just do what you have to do.”

She nodded and the hologram faded.

The first time Miguel had been at to your place was to check up on you after almost an entire week of going without sleep.

You were stubborn. Even more than he had been in his younger days.

You’d go home, but continue working, so he had no choice but to restrict your access to the lab data from outside HQ. As expected, you weren’t happy, but finally took his advice and got some rest.

Now he was back, but for a different reason, and he could only hope things between you two hadn’t soured.

He had kept his distance throughout the rest of day, occasionally checking you through the cameras as the mic in your suit.

Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary.

But he had an uneasy feeling brewing inside him, so he had to make sure.

You had promptly let him in even though it was close to midnight, slightly confused as to the reason of him dropping by.

As he stepped in, he was met with a sight he hadn’t seen the last time he had visited: there were wires spread everywhere along the floor, mixed between card boxes and paper scattered across every possible surface he could set his eyes on.

“Sorry for the mess,” you giggled apologetically. “Wasn’t expecting visitors.”

Good.

But also… very workaholic of you.

You were dressed in just a shirt — seemingly wearing a bra, this time — and some sweatpants, with a pencil tucked behind your ear, as you paced in circles, glaring at your pad.

“Love what you did with the decoration,” Miguel mused, trying his best to strategically avoid stepping on anything. “Fire hazard aesthetic, is it?”

You paused to stare at him with a lighthearted chuckle. “Bingo!”

Your reaction made him feel more at ease. Perhaps he had read too much into things.

You were still acting like his sweet girl.

The table at the center had barely any room left, and he managed to find a vacant spot on a chair nearby. “May I sit?”

You were looking through a tube with five different wires running along it. “Oh… I was going to place this there.”

Miguel immediately moved away. “Right. Of course.”

Priorities of any scientist.

Flashing him your trademark grin, you moved around to rest the tube horizontally on the chair.

This place truly resembled his when he was first getting started with Nueva York. All the blueprints and planning and computers and screens.

Oddly enough, your apartment made him feel nostalgic.

“So, what’s up?” you said, before taking a sip of your water.

He ran a hand through his hair and heaved a deep sigh. “I wanted to apologise for earlier today.”

You blinked.

“That conversation… about Tom?”

“Oh!” you suddenly said as realisation hit you. “There’s nothing to apologise for, Miguel! It’s a non issue.”

Well. He begged to differ, actually. Whoever this Tom person was, it had already created a slight rift between you two, even if unintentionally.

And he wanted to fix that.

Miguel was a fixer.

“I just want to make sure that Tom isn’t going to become an issue. For you… or for us.”

He added that last part in an effort to compel you to talk about him, which stemmed from genuine concern. What if Tom was someone dangerous and that could put spider society at risk?

You waved your hand dismissively. “He won’t. Don’t worry.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling the urge to continue with the questions, but it had become clear you weren’t going to collaborate.

It didn’t matter.

He would have information on Tom soon enough, and then he’d decide whether he was an issue or not.

But then… “Are you two close?”

He mentally slapped himself for his impulse.

“Oh, yeah… I guess you could say that,” you said, dragging your finger along the screen in front of you. “But, really, there’s no point talking about it.”

But why?

So he was someone close to you… he had dreaded this possibility becoming true.

But maybe… maybe it was just some family member.

He began pacing around with arms crossed, glacing outside the window and into the night sky.

Deep down, he wanted you to know he was there for you, but he also wanted some answers.

He needed answers.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

At this, you slammed your palms on the table, a frown settling on your face. “Miguel! Drop it, please… it’s nothing.”

That was unexpected.

And so unlike you.

And it was enough to stop him in his tracks. “I’m just looking out for you.”

He was. Truly.

And for his relationship with you. A future one, hopefully.

Your features softened as your eyes met his, and he felt the sudden urge to close the gap between you two and pull you into an embrace.

But he chose to keep his distance, not wanting to seem overbearing.

“I know. I’m sorry,” you drawled out, rubbing your temples with both hands. “I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

He shook his head at once. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“I’ve been too overloaded with work, which is my fault, I know,” you said, pacing nervously. “But… I just want to help.”

Miguel sighed. “And you are. You don’t need to constantly prove yourself. No one will think less of you for not figuring things out at first,” he continued, and he meant every single word. “There’s so much trial and error in our line of work. We should work hard, yes. But not to the point of exhaustion.”

You halted, glaring at him like he had just uttered something unthinkable.

Unexpectedly, you were the one to close the distance between you two with unsure steps.

Dropping both arms against his sides, Miguel watched in silence as you paced closer and closer, your face holding a hint of sadness that should be forbidden.

You should never have to feel sad.

“I know you care,” you said, you voice but a whisper. “And I’m really grateful for you.”

Miguel’s heart sped up, as you tilted your head to stare at him. “Can I hug you?”

How could he ever say no to you? He’d give you anything. Everything.

You just didn’t know that.

He was left baffled and could only nod, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressed your cheek to his chest.

For a man who was perceived as a genius and had built an entire city from the ground up, Miguel sure felt like a fish out of water. So out of his element. He hadn’t shared this level of closeness with anyone in years.

But slowly, he managed to place one hand to the back of your head while the other pulled you closer, in the hopes that you would find safety and comfort in his embrace.

“Thank you.”

A few hours ago, he was humping his pillow thinking of you, fully drunk in your scent. Now, something else filled him.

Anger.

Rage.

No… there was no doubt whoever this Tom individual was that he had left a mark on you. And he couldn’t stand seeing his sweet girl like this.

He had to find out what had happened and what he had done to his sweet girl.

He would find him and he would break him if he had to.

Your tears were wetting his suit, and he had to muster all his willpower not to bolt into your dimension in search of him.

The fingers on your back caressed you slowly, lulling you into a comfortable position.

“I’m here for you.”

He felt your arms tighten around him, and he heard a sob. “Can… can you sing something?”

“What?”

“It distracts me…”

He felt puzzled at first, but he did want to help you. “Uh… anything?”

You nodded with a sniffle.

“Okay… uh… the itsy bitsy spider craw-”

You broke into a laughter. “Seriously?”

He felt his lips turn into a warm smile, as he kept rubbing your back.

Slowly, you loosened your grip around him and tilted your head to stare at him, chin resting on his chest with a sweet smile.

It had worked.

“You have such pretty eyes,” you whispered.

On impulse, he brushed his thumb along your cheek, wiping away a few teardrops.

His eyes then fell to your lips as they parted slightly, and he brought the thumb to brush along them, enjoying the softness and how your breath came out in shallow pants.

His sweet girl…

How he really wanted to—

And then his watch stared beeping, cutting the moment short.

Of course.

You jolted and he bent his arm and glared, as spider-byte’s hologram emerged. “Boss, Jessica has found subject A on Earth-2848.”

Fuck.

You immediately tore from him, wiping away the remnants of your tears.

“My Earth? What happe-”

He quickly cut you off. “Send me the file.”

Margo glanced briefly at you. “Uploading the file, boss.”

Miguel immediately terminated contact, and the hologram dissolved. He was then met with your questioning face

“Is it an anomaly? Is everything okay?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “We are just tracking some unusual activity.”

He didn’t want to lie to you.

But you had left him no choice.

He had to know who Tom was.

For you.

“I’m taking care of it,” he tried to reassure again.

You didn’t seem all that convinced, but didn’t insist.

Instead, you took a few steps back, and he felt your warmth painfully leave him at once.

He could get used to it so easily.

Then, he glared down at the screen of his watch, waiting for the file to be ready.

“Hey, Miguel?”

79%

Almost there.

“Miguel?”

His gaze remained fixed. “Hmm?”

“Do you think you can unlock my suit settings?”

That made him snap his head to glare at you.

What?

You were holding your pad, extending it to him. “I’ve been getting this weird interference in my suit,” you sniffled, eyes still puffy from crying. “I wanted to troubleshoot, but it doesn’t let me access the settings.”

Of course not. He had made sure of that.

But something else began looming over him… “What kind of interference?”

You shrugged, tapping the screen. “Static, I think? I only hear it from time to time, though.”

Miguel’s heart instantly dropped, Lyla’s words of caution ringing inside his head: “You’re not the only tech savvy spider here.”

No, no, no…

“So… can you let me in?”

The mic.

Fuck.

Part 5

Masterlist

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[charliemwrites]

Mafia au with Price perspective

John, for the life of him, can’t believe he ever ran SpecGru without you.

It’s a hit to his pride to admit it, certainly. That an outsider has discovered a small conspiracy within his own organization less than three months into employment. That, apart from even that, he’s never been less scattered, having someone right by his side remembering details, appointments, bits of information.

Morning smells like Earl Grey and your perfume now. Steam mixing with whatever you’ve spritzed for the day, his own little aroma therapy. Revitalizing after however late the previous night dragged him out.

In general, you’re like a breath of fresh air. A smiley little charm of color and delicacy in his world of saturated shadows, blood and brutality.

Clean-cut dresses with patterned tights, soft-knit scarves. Lace accents and modest stilettos. Thin, sparkly jewelry and smart makeup. The scent of you drowns out the lingering burn of gunpowder; or maybe just transforms it into something heady.

John lingers on your hair. Smooth ponytails, tight coifs, intricate braids. Likes when it’s loose enough to brush you shoulders and neck, a little bounce to it as you toddle in and out of his office.

You’re gorgeous, he knows it like a gun in his hand or the stench of fear in the air. Has encountered (and indulged) in more than his share of stunning women. Women with beautiful smiles, and bright laughter, and sweet voices. Cunning women, too. Women who could outfox all but his best on any given day.

You have all of that in spades, though you’re not the first.

The difference, he thinks, is your sincerity. You’re never anything but honest with him. Even when you maybe shouldn’t be. Not that you share your opinion every time you have one, but if he asks for it, you’ll answer without pulling punches.

Respectful, always. Polite. But scalpels are elegant tools as dangerous as any dagger. You’re not cold by any means, but you’re made of steel. Precise and implacable in some ways. Have never hesitated too look him in the eye and cheerfully explain why he’s wrong.

That, he knows, is a rare commodity.

“I understand this is time sensitive Mister Graves, but raising your voice is not going to open Mister Price’s schedule.”

Your voice goes silky when you get like this. A finely draped, overly pleasant “no” in each word. A wall is still a wall no matter how finely it’s painted.

You’ve just gotten your nails done again, glossy wine red tap-tap-tapping over your customized keyboard. Whatever Philip is saying on the other end does not seem to be impressing you. Soap and Gaz are trying not to snicker. You shoot them an amused look.

“Well, he’s booked every morning for the next two weeks,” you continue.

John is not, in fact, booked every morning for the next two weeks. There are two mornings with two hours open and you’re serenely looking at them on your computer screen. He doesn’t correct you, interested to see how this plays out. You know he hates Philip and are gleefully taking advantage of that fact.

“Well, Mister Graves, a lot of people have time sensitive issues to bring to Mister Price,” you explain, a touch condescending now. “I’m afraid I can’t reschedule them just because you have… a trip to Glasgow, is it?”

You don’t sound impressed. Neither is John. You clear your throat, arch your eyebrows at him. Put up three fingers. He nods.

“I can schedule you in on the 3rd in the evening. Your assistant said you’ll be back by then.”

You blink, an almost smug curve to your lips at whatever is said. A pleasant shiver runs down John’s spine. Philip will just have gotten in then - a full day of travel after whatever business he’s been up to will put him at a disadvantage.

“Well, I’m afraid Mister Price’s next availability won’t be until the… 8th. So shall we schedule something for the 3rd? I can always call if he has a cancellation.”

A pause. Your eyes narrow into a mean little smile at nothing in particular. Practically glowing with satisfaction. Without your attention on him, he shifts a bit.

“Of course, Mister Graves,” you hum. “I can forward your people the details. Have a lovely day now.”

Soap and Gaz start laughing the moment you hand up. You huff at them in amusement, shaking your head, then turn to John.

“Was there anything you needed, sir?” You ask, syrupy sweet.

John snorts and finally approaches your desk, leaning his hip against the edge as he crosses his arms. You tilt your head to give him your full attention, a stray curl falling against your jaw.

“Since you seem to be on rampage,” he says, “I need you to get a reservation for Friday at Muse.”

You blink at him. “Muse? Sir, that’s… don’t they book that place out months in advance?”

He smirks. “Just use my name, luv. I’m sure you’ll have the rest under control.”

You don’t look convinced, but you slide your sticky pad over - light purple clouds, now. With a pink glitter pen.

“How many and what time, sir?”

“Six for eight o’clock.”

You hum as you scrawl it down, pretty round letters that shimmer under the office lights.

“Before you go,” you say as you set the sticky pad aside. “I have those inventory logs from the docks - as well as the incident report from security that evening.”

You pluck up a neat stack of papers, held together by a star-shaped paperclip. Already he can see pink highlighter on the first page, a little memo-note summarizing information for quick review at the top. Somewhere within, you’ve attached a pink tab to something.

“I’ve highlighted anything in the original shipment that wasn’t found in the inventory log,” you explain, tapping at one of them.

He hums, skims the summary, then starts rifling through the papers. Will never admit how much he appreciates the thoroughness, even if he’s comb through every detail himself just to be sure nothing has been missed.

“Oh, also,” you add, spinning the glitter pen between clever fingers, “I think we should maybe set up a camera near that back entrance to the warehouse.”

He pauses. The back entrance where they do the more gruesome aspects of “business.” Odd that you would suggest that.

“Why’s that?”

You hum. “Well, I’m no narc, but I heard from someone who works over there that one of the shipping guys smokes weed with his cousin in that area. Maybe someone saw them and realized that’s a good way in.”

You shrug, leaning back in your seat again. The computer dings, calling your attention. John shoots Soap a glance, who nods and quietly steps out. You don’t seem to notice, clicking your tongue at whatever you see.

“Nicely done, luv,” he says, voice warm in his chest. You beam at him, pleased as always when he recognizes your hard work. “I’ll call if I need anything else.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply.

Twenty minutes later, you tap lightly at the open door to his office.

“Got the reservation!” You announce, a funny little smile on your face. “They were so nice about it too. What are you, some kind of mafia boss?”

He chuckles at your joke, shaking his head.

How did he ever manage all this without you?

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“Oh, fuck.”

The clatter of her practice sword on the ground is almost louder than the crunch that rings out from his wrist. He inhales sharply, biting back a shout — no matter how many times it’s happened, he will never get used to breaking a bone. That shit hurts.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. Fuck, Seaweed Brain, is it broken?”

“Think so,” Percy grits out. He tries for a smile, and Annabeth matches it, small and worried. He leans into the hand she cups over his cheek. “Not too bad, though. If I just dump my water bottle on it —”

“Absolutely not. Water healing leaves you achey when it rains, you know that.” Shifting to wrap her arm around his waist, she helps him stand, shouldering some of his weight like it’s his ankle that’s broken. He lets her, reaching down to squeeze the hand resting on his hip — I’m fine. We’re good. She turns her hand to wrap clasp their hands together — Okay. If you’re sure.

They walk together to the infirmary, taking their time. Aside from the pain pulsing from his arm, it’s not too bad — camp is as balmy as usual, and the spring break energy is practically visible, it’s so potent. The Demeter cabin has plants growing everywhere, flowers and fruit trees blooming as bright as a box of new crayons, and the air is filled with shouts of laughter and teasing. Annabeth’s steps fall in time with his, and she’s a comfortable warmth at his side, pressed from shoulder to hip.

“You still okay?”

“Yep.” He catches her eye, smiling crookedly at her. “Doesn’t even make my top fifty.”

She rolls her eyes, hipchecking him. “Don’t I know it, ya klutz.”

“Not sure I would call being flung from the St. Louis Arch being a klutz. Or exploded in a volcano. Or crushed under the sky. Or slashed by giants. Or chased by —”

“You’re talking, but all I’m hearing is Annabeth, please, please pinch me, as hard as you can —”

“Hey! Get those claws off me, gods you’re worse than an empousai —”

“— and when you’re done pinching me please put me in the tightest headlock you can manage —”

“I am injured! You are beating up an injured person right now!”

“— and then please just bite a chunk out of my shoulder —”

“Cut it out or I’m telling Mom!”

“Wimp,” she taunts, finally releasing him. “I don’t go running to Sally every time I lose a fight.”

“Wha — you do so!”

She ducks through the infirmary door, smirking like she can’t hear him.

“You literally — you snitched on me last week! I got grounded for two days!”

“And you deserved it,” she says primly.

He gapes. “I did not!”

“Anytime you two are done,” Kayla drawls, shoving a clipboard at them. They accept it with matching sheepish grins, cowed at her perfectly arched eyebrow and slowly tapping foot. “I got patients to deal with and older brothers to harass. Let’s get this moving.”

She is shockingly good at humbling people for a thirteen year old. The two of them turn to their clipboard, chagrined, letting her stomp away with an exasperated He’ll be with you soon! Don’t set off the sprinklers again!

“That was one time,” Percy mumbles, ears reddening.

Annabeth pats him on the back. “There, there,” she says mockingly. “The fact that it was one time definitely negates the fact that you flooded the entire Big House because you got jumpscared by a child.”

“Harley can be sneaky, okay. Let me live.”

“Literally no.”

Annabeth does most of the paperwork for him, ‘cause she’s a nerd because his wrist is far too swollen for him to write properly, so it takes maybe half the time it normally would. The infirmary is crowded as Hell, though (he knows, he’s been), so they settle in for the wait, amusing themselves by tearing little pieces off of a blank form, balling them up, and tossing them in increasingly harder places. Percy is winning 7-4, although Annabeth might just pull through if she manages to toss her paper ball into Travis’ wide-open snoring mouth.

“Hey, guys. Sorry for the wait.”

Aw. She missed. Percy was looking forward to that.

“Hey, Will.”

He drags his attention away from the son of Hermes to greet his friend, but frowns before he can open his mouth.

“Woah, dude, you good? You look exhausted.”

Will snorts. “Welcome to spring break, man.” He holds his hand out for the clipboard, scanning it briefly. “Sparring injury? Oh, thank the gods. I could use a break. Here, face me.”

He climbs up onto the minimal left over space on the cot, tucking his legs under his thighs. Percy turns to mirror him, hesitantly sticking out his arm — A break? he mouths to Annabeth, meeting her eyes over Will’s head.

She shrugs.

“Just spent four hours putting Jake’s nose back on his face,” Will mumbles, placing a careful hand on his fingertips and his forearm. Percy flinches — his skin is blisteringly hot. Like someone just dropped a hot stone onto him. “I never want to sing a skin cell hymn again in my life.” He prods at Percy’s wrist for a moment, gentle enough not to hurt. “Okay, hold still, I’m gonna fix ya right up.”

Healing hymns are familiar, by now, but Percy will never get tired of them.

The cool thing about ambrosia and nectar is that as pleasure food for the gods, it’s pleasant. It’s whatever taste you want, whatever you need to have most, you get it. But healing hymns are intentional the way nectar and ambrosia aren’t. Ambrosia and nectar happen to be healing for demigods — healing hymns were constructed to knit you back together, like you mother smoothing a bandaid over a skinned knee. They’re warm and sweet and deeply, endlessly comforting in a way most things simply cannot claim to be. They don’t feel like a medical procedure or a hasty patch job, they feel like someone gripping you tightly and promising you’ll be okay. They feel like getting carried to bed when you fall asleep on the couch. They feel like sitting down after hours of standing, like a drink of water when your throat is drier than sand. Healing hymns draw the pain and sick and ache from your body, and they feel like relief.

But this time, Percy can’t focus on it.

With every word, Will seems to get a little duller. Nothing like the horrible ash-grey he went in the war, dragging the poison from Annabeth’s body, but like his usual sunny disposition was dialed down a few notches. Enough that Annabeth frowns in concern, drumming her hands on her thighs, watching him closely.

“There,” Will says, pulling away. Percy turns his now-healed wrist, noticing the slight pant to Will’s breath, the strain to his smile. The shake of his blistered fingertips.

“You look overworked,” Annabeth says quietly.

Will holds his hands up in a what can you do gesture. “Spring break.”

“You said.”

“It’s just busy, is all.”

“Yeah, but —”

“Guys,” he interrupts, smiling tiredly, “there are two hundred ADHD demigods at this camp right now who have been trapped in a classroom for six months. There are three of us. I’m going to be a little drained; we’re all a little drained. But I’m fine, okay?” He gives them a second to scrutinize his expression, eyebrows raised in amusement. “I have been running my infirmary for years. I know how to pace myself, and I certainly know how to make sure my siblings are pacing themselves. If something goes really wrong, Chiron is a whistle away. I can go longer than you guys without sleep, anyway. Apollo kid health.”

“If you say so,” Percy says reluctantly. “I just — I can wear a wrist brace, man. Not every injury needs to be handled when it happens. You can tell people no.”

“I appreciate that, Percy, and I’ll keep it in mind. Anyways, I’ve got more patients. Stay off that wrist for the rest of the day, okay? It might be tender for a bit.”

Percy turns to Annabeth as Will leaves, frowning. He’s has never noticed the so-called spring break stress before (his camp spring breaks are usually a blast, but now that he’s thinking about it, he can’t think of a single spring break where he spent any time at all with Will, which is odd), but it can’t be good for him. There’s gotta be something they can do to ease some of the bruising under their friend’s eyes.

“I could set off the fire alarms again,” Percy suggests. “That’ll certainly get this place cleared out.”

Annabeth snorts. “I think that’ll cause more harm than good, Seaweed Brain. It’ll just fall in him to clean it all up, after.”

“Shoot.”

Percy counts nine of the forty cots currently unused. Will, Kayla, and Austin are rushing from cot to cot, handing out nectar, wrapping bandages, rattling off hymns at light speed. All three of them look exhausted, squeezing shoulders when they pass each other, knocking hips, exchanging tired smiles. This is so clearly something they’re used to.

Annabeth’s head rests on his shoulder.

“It wasn’t always like this,” she whispers. “When it was fully staffed…”

Percy exhales heavily. Yeah. He remembers. There was a lot less complication, once upon a time. The most chaotic the infirmary would get was when Lee would challenge his siblings to Hymn Karaoke — trying to heal with pop songs. There was a lot more laughter, at one point. A lot more people.

Percy sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. It never does well to dwell, but he — gods, he wish they all had more time. To sit with it, to acknowledge…everything. Siblings. Friends. A camp that’s smaller than it’s supposed to be.

Annabeth squeezes his hand again, and he squeezes back, resting his head on top of hers.

“Hey,” she murmurs after a moment, pursing her lips at the front door. “Look.”

Slinking through the entrance like a criminal is Nico, in all his dork ass black camp shirt glory. He looks around shiftily, like he’s trying to make sure no one sees him, and when his gaze lands on Percy and Annabeth his eyes widen. Annabeth smiles at him, but it does nothing to ease the spooked look to his face, back arched like a startled cat. He turns to leave, but before he can slip back out the door —

“Nico!”

The son of Hades whips back around so quickly he brains himself on the doorframe. Percy ducks his head and bites his lip, hard, because he can feel Nico’s glare at the side of his head like the press of hot coal, and if he laughs as badly as he wants to then the infirmary is about to look like a Spirit Halloween.

Will turns back to his patient, squeezing his eyes shut and rattling a hymn off so quickly it makes a burst of light pop from his whole body, and rushes over to where Nico’s standing. He only trips over two things, which is remarkable for him. Percy would be proud if he wasn’t a little embarrassed on his behalf.

“Nico! Hi!”

“He-ey, Will,” Nico says, voice cracking badly on every vowel. Annabeth shoves her face into Percy’s shoulder, body shaking.

“I didn’t know you were coming! I thought you were in the arena all day.”

Nico shrugs, shoes scuffing the floor. “I am. I just — uh, I got hurt? So. Came to see you.”

Will’s beam is so bright it hurts to look at, a little. Percy squints and realises that’s not just the excitement, actually — he really is glowing, faintly. His hands flap slightly at his sides.

“Well, you’re in the right place, then.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of them say anything for a minute, rocking back on their heels. Will watches Nico closely, biting his lip. Nico looks resolutely at the floor.

“We weren’t this bad,” Annabeth whispers, “were we?”

Percy shakes his head. “Nah, there’s no way.”

“Gods. It’s so — I don’t know whether to smile or take a dip in the Lethe. It’s embarrassing and endearing at the same time.”

“Painful to watch, but I can’t stop looking,” Percy agrees.

“What’d you hurt?” Will asks, finally. “Did you pull your shoulder again?”

A look of panic flits briefly across Nico’s face until he smooths it to something neutral, aloof.

“Yep. Totally. During — sword fighting, I swung — I did this really big thrust, actually. Just — hugely powerful, training dummy exploded on impact.” He clears his throat. “Some might say too powerful. If you can imagine.”

Percy cradles his head in his hands. “Oh my gods — ”

“Don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh,” Annabeth chants, “oh my gods, don’t laugh —”

A light flush dusts Will’s cheeks. He brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, fiddling with his earrings. “Woah, really? I’ve never heard of that before.”

Nico smirks, standing up a little straighter. “Well, it’s not the first time. I tend to go pretty hard.” Remembering his supposedly hurt shoulder, he exaggerates a wince. “Too hard sometimes, I guess. Could you do the — the energy thing?”

“Oh — gods, yeah, sorry. Hold on.” He stares at Nico’s shoulder, hesitating. “It, um, works better with skin-to-skin contact.”

“I have seen crystal vases less transparent,” Annabeth says, aghast. “In two years he’s going to remember this and try to drown himself.”

“I will be counting down the days,” Percy says gleefully.

On rare, rare occasions, the gods answer his prayers. Clearly, both Nemesis and Aphrodite are looking at him kindly today. Percy makes a note to scrape some of the good stuff off his plate for them both today. Hell, maybe he’ll skip the portioning and toss them an entire roast chicken each. Or something. They deserve it.

Will places both hands — interesting, Percy notes, his wrist was snapped cleanly in two and he only needed one hand, wonder why that was — on Nico’s shoulder and closes his eyes, screwing up his face in concentration.

“Huh. I’m not feeling much damage. You said it was your right shoulder?”

“I heal quick,” Nico says loudly. “I mean, some of the damage might have — um.” He clears his throat. His face glows a faint crimson. He clears his throat again. “Y’know?”

Will’s face is a similar shade.

“Right, right. Yeah. Um, brace yourself.”

Instead of starting to sing, Will closes his eyes, holding completely still. After a moment, the tips of his fingers begin to glow; soft, ambery yellow, flickering like lit candles. He opens his eyes again and focuses intently on Nico’s bare skin, tracing patterns around every defined muscle, leaving a trail of light behind. He lingers, for a moment, when he connects the last string of light, waiting until it has faded entirely from Nico’s skin to remove his hands and shove them in the pockets of his coat.

“That better?” he asks softly.

Nico swallows. “Yeah.”

“Good. I’m glad, Nico. It means a lot that you — came to me. When you needed it.”

“I trust you, I guess.” Nico looks away. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I think I just threw up in my mouth a little,” Percy says thoughtfully.

Annabeth laughs, shoving his shoulder. “Don’t be mean.” She pauses. “Me too.”

With a sigh that can only be described as besotted, Will steps reluctantly away.

“I have patients,” he says, in the same tone of voice Percy usually says I have midterms. “So I gotta…”

“Yeah, no, go. Do your —” Nico gestures vaguely. “Doctor thing.”

“Right. Yeah. I’m gonna — go.” He turns, walking back towards a group of Hephaestus kids who appear to be tightly entangled in some kind of net. After a few steps, though, he pauses, biting his lip, then darts back over to Nico, pressing a lightning-fast kiss to his cheek — “Um, bye. Thank you for visiting. Bye,” — and then runs back over to his siblings, shy smile on his face.

Nico’s jaw is brushing the floor of his father’s palace. He stands, still as a statue, for four entire minutes.

“I think he just died,” Annabeth observes, eyebrows climbing higher and higher up her forehead with every passing second “Damn. Survived so much only to literally die because a cute boy kissed his cheek. A true hero’s end.”

Percy, because he is a kind, concerned friend, clears his throat loudly.

“Yo, di Angelo, you alive?”

Nico startles so violently he falls right over. Percy shoves his fist in his mouth to keep from cackling.

“Shut the fuck up,” Nico hisses venomously, scrambling upright. “Both of you, shut the — not a word —”

Percy and Annabeth make the mistake of looking at each other and simply erupt. Percy can’t feel his stomach. His lungs have abandoned ship. He’s glad as hell he’s in the infirmary because he is heaving for breath, tears streaming down his face, entire body convulsing. Nico stands in front of them literally shaking with rage, entire body redder than one of Apollo’s sacred cows, trying and failing to string together a threat that will ease any and all of his suffering. Annabeth screeches, almost falling off the bed as she cackles. Percy cannot even find the strength to catch her, his muscles are so weak.

“I fucking — I hate you! Both of you! You’re dead to me!”

“Your face!” Percy shrieks.

“Percy Jackson, I am going to turn you to fucking dark matter! I despise your very essence! I —” He stomps his foot. “I’m leaving, and I’m going to leave a rotting corpse in your cabin! Screw you!”

“Oh my gods,” Annabeth wheezes, digging her nails into his arm. “Oh my gods, that was —”

Percy wipes a tear from his eye. “I love being alive. I love being alive so much.”

“It really is great.” Composing herself, and biting back the leftover giggles that keep bubbling out, Annabeth looks back towards Will. He stands much straighter, now, smile back to full brightness. His siblings, too, look rejuvenated, snickering to each other and making kissy faces behind Will’s back. “So many beautiful things to witness. I’ve never seen his face go that red.”

Percy sighs. “This is genuinely going to carry me through the semester. I think his soul died a little. And Will just — gods, that kid is bold.”

“Oh says you, Mr. Do I Get A Good Luck Kiss.”

“Hey, I earned that.”

Annabeth grins, punching him in the shoulder. He grabs her wrist and tugs her towards him, chasing the curve of her smile. She laughs into his mouth and it taste like strawberries and freedom, and he presses a kiss to her cheek, to her jaw, and the side of her neck, resting there, breathing against her skin. After a moment her hands come up and slide in his hair, gently untangling the knotted mess.

“He is one thousand percent going to put a zombie in your bed, you know,” she says after a moment.

Percy snorts. “Yeah, I know.” He smiles. “Worth it.”

#god writing percy was so so so fun i am going to do it again i forgot how much i love percabeth #and nico and will are so EMBARRASSING #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackson/annabeth chase #percabeth #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #solangelo #percy/annabeth #annabeth/percy #nico/will #will/nico #established relationship #bad flirting #humour #my writing #longpost #fic #pining nico di angelo #pining will solace #mutual pining #establisbed percabeth #percy jackson & will solace

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😈Track 4 - I Did Something Bad

TAG LIST IS CLOSED

Alex was standing by the iconic bright blue garage. It was almost time for the rest of the grid to arrive for testing, but he didn’t care about that. All he cared about was George’s post from three days ago. The paddle game and its players were still a mystery to him. 

Who has George playing with? And why hadn’t he told him? 

Weren’t they supposed to be best friends? 

The Thai rolled his eyes as he scrolled through the numerous comments about how the two other players must have been Logan Sargeant and Y/n L/n. And if they were the players then that must mean that they will be the new Lamborghini drivers.  

He scoffed out loud. “As if.” 

“As if what?” a French voice sounded. Alex turned to look at his new rookie teammate. He tried to give the twenty-year-old a smile. He held up his phone, but the screen had gone dark Theo didn’t need to know that Alex was trying to find gossip like a middle-schooler. 

“Just fan theories,” he muttered, opening his phone back up and exiting out of Instagram and back to his messages. His eyes widened as he read through the chat. 

Theo’s eyebrow arched. “What’s wrong?” 

“George wants us over by the media pen. We got to go.” 

The two Williams drivers both started to quickly walk. Alex weaved through the crowds, turning back once every so often to see if Theo was still with him. For half a second, he remembered how he would just leave Logan to fend for himself. The American was often late getting to places because he didn’t know where anything was. At the time, Alex had said that he wasn’t responsible for his teammate. 

But now as he was navigating the big crowds at Bahrain, he wished he had spent a little more time with Logan, making sure that he was ok. 

However, that was in the past and Alex couldn’t waste time on it. Theo was his teammate now and Logan was off doing who-knows-what. On the inside, he was hoping to never run into the blond again. The American was just another sign of his mistakes. 

He always believed that he was the superior of the two, often questioning James as to why Logan hadn’t been replaced farther into the season like Nyck had been.

The team principal always rolled his eyes at Alex. 

“It’s because we aren’t Red Bull. We don’t want to drop Logan like Red Bull dropped you.” 

That had stung, but Alex always internally laughed. Logan was inevitably dropped by Williams, just like he had been with Red Bull. The only difference is that Alex stayed and extended his contract. Was this how Max Verstappen felt? 

Alex was so lost in thought that he didn’t see the back of someone and rammed into them.  

“Oh, hey mate.” 

Speak of the devil. 

“Hi Max,” he greeted back, rubbing his chest. “Did your back get bigger or have you always been this broad.” 

Max winced at the inuendo. Wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t be a string bean like Alex or George could be. 

“Ah, Albono, no need to be jealous that Max can probably bench press more than you.”

The Dutchman internally smiled at the familiar Monegasque voice. Charles had made his way over the moment that Alex ran into Max. 

Theo was right next to Alex still, reminding Charles of a lost puppy. He didn’t understand why Alex hadn’t let Logan do that last year if the Thai was fine with it this year. The Monegasque didn’t have time to ask before Lando and Oscar joined the bunch. His green eyes flitted over to George and Lewis who were whispering to each other. 

Lando had a grin on his face as he greeted the four drivers. 

“Hello mate.” The Briton clasped Max’s hand before going around. Oscar followed in suit. 

Theo, a little nervous around the older drivers, tried to make conversation. 

“How are the cars looking?” 

Suddenly he had five pairs of eyes on him, which maybe would have made others shrink away, but the Frenchman didn’t want to appear weak. 

Oscar’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “They look good. Maybe someone will win a race this year.” He poked Lando’s side, making the brunet squawk. 

“I’ll win if Max decides to DNF.” 

The group laughed a bit. Max responded with an huff. 

“For the last time Lando, you need to be faster to beat me. I won’t let you pass and if I’m behind you, I’ll just pass you again.” 

He had a cheeky grin making Lando pout. 

Charles turned back to Theo and Alex. 

“How are you two feeling about the cars?” 

The two Williams drivers perked up. They had been working hard all winter break to make upgrades. Alex would never admit, but most of the ideas had come from what Logan had said during 2023. They didn’t have a championship contending car, but they would be able to bring in some decent points. 

Theo took the opportunity to answer. 

“It looks all right. Hoping to make it into Q2 at least. We have good 1-lap pace.” 

Lando snorted. “You’ll definitely make it into Q2. I’m forecasting no crashes in Free Practice.” 

Theo’s head tilted. “How come?” 

“Because there’s not a certain driver on the grid this year. Now maybe I can win a race without having to go around his debris. ” 

“Lando you’re such a narcissist,” Max murmured, looking around hoping no one heard him. The last thing the Briton needed was another cancel culture on him. 

Lando’s green eyes widened. “What? I’m only saying the truth. Even Oscar was saying something about it this morning. Right mate? Logan will probably never put a foot in the paddock again.” 

Oscar looked down, semi-embarrassed, but also, again, he shouldn’t be worrying about Logan anymore. The Aussie looked back up. 

“Yeah, I mean, he crashed out a lot and it was all his own faults. It’d probably be better if he stayed away for a bit.” 

Max and Charles didn’t seem too certain that Oscar truly believed it. But the look in Oscar’s eyes did tell them that there was some truth. Max wanted to bring up the fact that Charles last year did crash out a few times, but he still had a seat. Charles’s hand on his back made him wait. 

It was silent for a moment before George walked up to the group. 

“The new drivers are about to walk in. Do you want to go with me to meet them?” 

Charles and Max looked at him and eagerly nodded. Oscar and Lando shrugged, but agreed to walk with George. Alex said nothing but still tagged along, which made Theo follow the older drivers. 

Time to go see who copped Logan’s driver number. 

Alex truly didn’t want to see another car with the number 2 on it that wouldn’t be Logan. It wouldn’t feel great. But Alex guessed that’s what the past was, an emotion that just gnawed on your insides until it went away with time. 

He once again ran into someone, but this time it was Lando. 

“Lando, why’d you…” 

He wasn’t able to finish his sentence as his eyes were now glued to the turnstiles. 

There was no way. 

Logan grinned when his eyes landed on the small group. George, Max, and Charles were still walking toward him and you, but the other four stopped dead in their tracks. 

“Nice and sunny today?” Logan jokingly questioned as he hugged George first. You made yourself busy with greeting Max and Charles. 

You and Logan had decided to show up in the Lamborghini merchandise. Logan was in a black t-shirt but you were dressed in a Lamborghini issued pantsuit. But for the race next week, the two of you would show up in sponsor clothes. The yellow decals looks great against his black shirt. 

Charles smiled as he leaned back from the hug. “Looking a bit bee-ish today.” 

You rolled your eyes as you looked down your own suit that had bits of yellow intricately designed. 

“Charles,” you whined, “now I won’t be able to see anything else. Even our car is black and yellow.” 

You let out a huff, but the smile on your face contradicted how you were acting. Logan walked up next to you and greeted the other two, which gave you and George time to talk as well. 

“They’re still staring,” Logan murmured as he leaned in to side hug Max. 

“Let them.” 

The now group of five walked farther into the paddock. Logan had wanted to say something, or even look at the other four, but the look on their faces deterred him. With your arm linked in his, you pulled him along, also not giving him a chance to stop. 

“You don’t need them.” 

Logan nodded. 

Charles leaned closer. “They were so sure that Logan wasn’t going to come back this season. I think Lando was betting that Mick would be in the seat.” 

Your smirk grew. “Played them like a violin Logan. Making it look so easy for the rest of us.” 

Logan barely glanced back at the still stuck drivers, who turned around to watch them walk away. 

“They’re looking at me like I did something bad. But, why does it feel good?” the American male asked. His heart wanted to hurt because of how they treated him last year, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a bit smug at their jaws on the floor. 

Max snorted. “Because they fucked you up last year mate.” 

George let out a gasp and put his hands over your ears. “No bad words around the children Max.” 

You quickly batted his hands away. “I’m twenty-two George. Also, why aren’t your hands over Charles ‘vanilla is the best ice cream flavor’ Leclerc’s ears instead?” 

The Ferrari-driver glared at you. “Says the woman who thinks chocolate is somehow superior.” 

The two of you started to bicker as you walked. George, Max, and Logan laughed from behind. Logan pulled out his phone and took a quick picture before opening his schedule to see who he was with for media. He quietly cursed as he looked at the names. 

George winced at the photo. “I can’t believe that they’re putting you with Lando, Oscar, and Alex.” 

A quick buzz from Max’s phone made him take it out quickly. He smiled as he showed Logan. 

“I guess they changed mine. I’m now with you and the wolves.” 

Logan tried to feel a bit better about it, but he was visibly deflating. He just hoped that he could sit next to the Dutchman without having to sit next to anyone else. 

Thankfully, when it was time, Max had saved him an end seat. It was Logan on the left, then Max, then Alex, then Lando, then Oscar. Logan hadn’t greeted any of them as he walked in, only giving Max a quick smile before they got started. He ran a hand through his hair quickly and his eyes looked over at John, his new PR manager. The older man gave him an encouraging nod as a journalist started to ask Max a question. 

To Logan’s delight, most of the questions were for Max about the RB20 and if it would be as fast as the RB19. Max went through the motions to give his most mundane answer he could muster. Logan started to pick at his fingernails as he waited for the next question, which was for him. His head rose to look at the small crowd. 

“James McHone, with News 5, question for Logan. Why did you come back to race for Lamborghini after a very unsuccessful rookie year with Williams?” 

He wanted to wince, but kept his face neutral. He raised the mic to his lips. 

“Well, uh, I thought I wasn’t done and hadn’t been able to show people what I could do. During 2023 season, I had multiple people telling me that Williams was the best I could ever get and to not throw away a good thing. But in the end, to people it seems that I did throw it away. However, now with Lamborghini and Michael, I think I can finally show that they made the wrong decision.” 

Whispers went through the crowd at his last statement, but the genuine smile on John’s face made him feel better. 

“Melany Lancy, with Circuit Noise, follow up question for Logan. Some drivers have mentioned that a possible return for you hadn’t been something that was believable and that Logan Sargeant should have never gotten into Formula 1. Thoughts?” 

Logan took a deep breath before answering. He smirked and rolled his shoulders a bit. 

“I know I’m a good driver with the right car, and Williams just didn’t have that for me. I believe that Lamborghini has everything that I require. The team has really listened to me and Y/n, my teammate, during the break. The car was designed for us. I hadn’t really heard any rumors regarding drivers saying I should have never been in Formula 1. But all I can really say is if they drop my name, I don’t own them anything. I’m just here to do my job and do it well.”

Logan wasn’t asked any more question after that, but he could see the embarrassed red start to fill in Oscar’s, Lando’s, and Alex’s faces. He hadn’t heard rumors, but he had heard them say that first hand back in Brazil. 

He was quick to stand up and leave once they got the go ahead. He had a big smile as he made his way back to the garage with Max in tow. Somehow, the Lamborghini garage was placed next to Red Bull. On the other side of the navy garage was Ferrari. 

The American could only laugh at the thought of them trying to put both Italian teams garages next to each other. Enzo Ferrari would roll in his grave and Tonino would have a fit. He glanced over to Max before lifting his hand in a wave. 

“Y/n! Lo sai che a Tonino verrebbe un infarto vedendoti nel garage rosso?” (You know that Tonino would have a heart attack seeing you in the red garage?) 

Max’s head whipped at the fluent sounding Italian that left Logan’s mouth. Logan chose to ignore and kept smiling. Even in the Ferrari garage, Charles’s eyes went wide at the sound. The Monegasque’s head turned to you waiting for an answer. 

You waved a hand down like being in the Ferrari garage wasn’t a big deal. 

“E piu come se Enzo si stesse rotolando nella tomba. Charles aveva fatto una prova del gelato per il suo negozio e ne volevo un po’” (More like Enzo is rolling in his grave. Charles had test ice cream for his shop and I wanted some.” 

Logan rolled his eyes. Max just stood there in an utter look of confusion and bewilderment. 

“Charles, hai altro da condividere?” (Charles, do you have more to share?” 

The Ferrari driver was still frozen as he listened to you converse with one of his engineers in fluent Italian. It scared him even more when he truly realized that Logan was fluent as well. He quickly shut his eyes and shook his head before answering. 

“Questi ragazzo. Sono io quello che finira presto nella tomba. Si, ne ho di piu.” (These kids. I’m the one that’s going to be in an early grave. Yes, I have more.) 

Charles beckoned them over. Logan took the lead, letting a still very confused Max follow him. He finally found his voice once he stepped into the garage. 

“Ok, but what the actual fu-” 

“Language!” you yelled, licking the spoon that was currently being used to eat more ice cream. “Charles, I think the tiramisu could use some more espresso. It’s still a bit too sweet.” 

Charles muttered something, but wrote some words down in a separate yellow notebook that had “LEC” on the front. 

Logan had found a cup of some strawberry and started to eat it. Max stood still but was handed a cup of a familiar green ice cream. He looked up at Charles with wide eyes. 

“I thought you said that this was an abomination to the ice cream society Charlie,” the Dutchman said with a smirk on his face. 

Charles went a bit red. 

“Well, you like it so…” he didn’t finish and just let the words die off. Max just hummed contently as he ate the peppermint flavored ice cream. After Charles finished writing something, he took a deep breath. 

“So, when did the two of you learn Italian?” 

Your mouth was full of ice cream so you nudged Logan. He put the spoon back in the little cup before answering. 

“Y/n and I always thought it’d be funny to learn a language so that we could talk about stuff together and not everyone would know. I wanted to learn Russian but someone couldn’t tell the difference between the vowels.” 

You let out a whine at his confession. 

“Russian also doesn’t sound as sexy as Italian.” 

Without realizing, Max hummed in agreement. Charles went bright red at that as well. 

“Anyway, so when we were in F3 together for a little bit, we started to buckle down and learn it. Took about a year and a half to master it but we did.” 

The Ferrari driver looked a bit pained as he looked down at his cup. If Logan knew Italian, what had he overheard when Charles wasn’t aware. Logan could only guess what he was feeling like right now. 

“Charles, I never overheard anything bad from you. And if I did, it was only constructive criticism. I actually listened to it a lot and it helped with COTA.” 

Logan put a hand on Charles’s shoulder to try to convey that he really didn’t care. The Monegasque was never mean or rude toward him, like some orange drivers were. And Logan thinks that’s why it hurts more. The people who were supposed to be his good friends were mean to him. And the people who he wasn’t even that close with were nicer. It made his brain hurt. 

You took this as a moment to also confess something. 

“Logan also knows Dutch.” 

The American went bright red under Max’s eyes. The Dutchman had a big smirk.  

“Weet je?” (Do you now?) 

Logan didn’t reply in the language. 

“Yes, I know some. I’m not as fluent as you are.” 

“He wanted to learn it so he could understand most of your other interviews where you talked more about the car.” 

“Y/n!” Logan whipped around and yelled. You only shrugged. 

“It’s the truth.” 

Logan then suddenly remembered something. He turned toward Charles. 

“Y/n knows French!” 

A spoon hit his head, but the American didn’t even flinch. This time, it was your turn to turn as red as the Ferrari car behind you. 

Charles cooed at, surprisingly, the both of them. 

“Aw, multi-lingual babies.” 

Your head was in your hands. “I am never talking to you ever again.” 

“Well that’s not helpful,” a male voice sounded at the front of the garage. Michael and Marissa were both smiling at the group of four. You slid off the table that you were currently sitting on. 

“I guess that’s our cue to go. Remember Charles, more espresso, less depresso.” 

You led Logan out of the garage as you followed the siblings. 

“Je te verrai plus tard petite abeille!” (I’ll see you later little bee!) 

You groaned once more after hearing Charles call after you. You glared up at Logan.

“You better be thankful that I love you.” 

Logan put a hand on his heart. “Aww, love you too.” 

“I still won’t hesitate to run you off the track though.” 

“Wouldn’t doubt it tesoro.” 

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lamborghini_racing didn't throw away a good thing

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lambo_f1duo ok, but the caption slays 💅

swift_on_track truly is a reputations era, the black fits are fitting

charles_leclerc look, you even came in your little bee car 🐝

phoenix95 I will run you off the track with said bee car, it comes with a stinger

charles_leclerc ok, no more ice cream for you

phoenix95 I TAKE IT BACK PLEASE DONT DO THAT

f1_gridgang man, this team is going to be top of the grid

lambof1 your honor, I fear they slayed too much

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venus2 i'd do it over and over and over again if I could

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lambovsferrari glad to see you back in the paddock bro, wouldn't be the same without you 💪

loscar_no_more BAHAHAHA NOT OSCAR HIDING IN THE LIKES

my_goat_logan you're going to come back even better than before!

phoenix95 picture creds would be preferable 🤨

venus2 oh sorry, thanks max for taking the pictures

maxverstappen1 you're welcome!

phoenix95 I still have Charles in my garage

maxverstappen1 you give him BACK

phoenix95 no.

charles_leclerc THAT'S IT - NO MORE ICE CREAM FOR THE TWO OF YOU (Logan let me out)

venus2 on it

ferrari&lambo_crew by I know that Enzo is rolling in his grave rn and Tonino is on the verge of an aneurism

tswizzlexf1 the I Did Something Bad lyrics >>>>>>

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phoenix95 it just felt so good

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booktok she's a racer AND A BOOKWORM?? she's just my type

venusxphoenix and Logan's too apparently

y/n.nation I'm digging the new layout and profile

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[loveshotzz]

for your blurbs:

‘bent over a table while something bakes in the oven.’

with my favorite bartender. maybe it’s his birthday or somethin’ :)

Hi bf 🥰 I hope you enjoy your boyfriend being a birthday boy menace.

A/N: this blurb is with bartender!eddie from my whatta man au, but can be read as a stand alone. just know it’s your bartender boyfriends 32nd birthday.

wc: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ for smut,fem!reader, dirty talk, mild food play, spanking, cream pie for days

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to see the cake before the party babe?”

Eddie’s voice echoes down the hall from your bedroom, an annoyed sigh escaping from between your lips when you stop stirring the chocolate icing you’d just ask him to come try.

“That’s the bride before the wedding, and you weren’t supposed to be hereeee.” You call back in an irritated song when you remind him of his three a.m. decision to come and see you after his shift at The Foxy Lounge using the significance of today to get you to say yes. “But since you are, I want the birthday boy to tell me if this is sweet enough for him.”

You wipe your hands on your sleep shorts that you haven’t been able to change out of yet, turning around only to be crowded against the counter in a blur of black and ripped denim by mister thirty two himself. Your palms land flat against his chest as his full lips start peppering kisses all over your face and the giggles he gets only encourage him further. The hard formica pressing against your back becomes smooth against the bottom of your thighs when he lifts you up to sit on it instead. You squeal his name when he pushes himself between your legs with the kind of smile that gives you butterflies like the first night you met him.

“I really like it when you call me birthday boy.” Wiggling his eyebrows, you can still see the dimples that poke his cheeks under his scruff, while big ring-covered hands find a home on the curve of your ass pulling you closer to the edge. The silver chain attached to his wallet that dangles from his belt is cool against the skin of your calf from the A/C when you wrap your legs around him.

“I’m not surprised in the slightest,”You grin, unable to stop the way one of your hands fluff’s out his freshly washed curls. The softness from your deep conditioner is evident against your fingertips. “Now are you going to try this frosting or not before Steve takes you away.”

“I also really like when you’ve got a lil attitude like this,” Eddie teases, nudging the round end of his nose with yours as he leans to try and steal a kiss only for the plush softness of his full lips to hit your cheek instead and it actually makes him whine a little, “come on, it’s my birthday.”

“Try the frosting and maybe I’ll reconsider.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you catch the way he has to physically pull his eyes away from your now pushed up tits.

He sucks the skin of his teeth, looking at you with a narrowed stare before raising his eyebrows at you in a silent challenge. Nodding before shrugging a little too casually, he dips his index finger into the rich velvet, the boars head that dons it catching in the sunlight.

“Fine, I’ll try it. No problem baby, anything for you.” His tone is the only warning you get before the chocolate that matches his eyes is smeared sloppily across your lips.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of your open mouth when you gasp, doing what you asked of him while also still getting what he wants. His hand reaches up, cupping your cheek in his palm letting the pad of his thumb coax you open for him with a swipe of his tongue collecting the chocolate from your bottom lip before meeting yours in the middle with a low groan. It’s a battle for dominance before he sucks yours gently, getting your back to arch and fingers to bury themselves in his curls, melting into him just like the sugar.

He grins into the kiss when the heels of your feet start to dig into the curve of his butt, your irritation from before forgotten with a roll of your hips. He smacks his lips against yours once, twice, three times before he pulls away more than proud of himself when you look at him with a dazed smile and glazed over half hooded eyes.

“Mmm, I think I need another taste. What do you think?” His nose ring bumps against your heated cheek when he kisses you again, this one softer, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his finger makes its way back into the bowl of chocolate by your hip.

“I think it’s your birthday, you can do whatever you want.” The double meaning in your words doesn’t go unnoticed, black pupils taking over coffee ground eyes.

The sarcastic remark he has about your attitude just minutes ago is quickly forgotten when your hand wraps around his wrist bringing his frosting covered finger to your lips. He can feel the warmth between your thighs that lock him in place, cock twitching against the seam of his ripped jeans when you lick a long stripe up the side before bringing it entirely into the heat of your mouth. Hollowing out your cheeks as you suck, his eyes hit the back of his head with a muttered ‘fuck’ and a rock of his hips in search for the kind of friction only you can give.

You release him with a loud pop that bounces off the walls of your kitchen and you’ve never been more thankful for your roommate to be out of town. There’s a hunger in his stare that wasn’t there before when it meets yours and the fingers spread across your ass grab at the soft flesh pulling you closer. The evidence of your teasing makes you moan when it presses against your clit.

“Gonna let me bend you over then?” The gravel in his voice is unmistakable, leaning his forehead against yours as he looks at you from under thick lashes.

“Uh huh” you nod, letting your top lip connect with his bottom one in a dare, a deep exhale blowing through his nose when he smells the chocolate on your breath.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he grins, stepping back just enough for you to get off the counter, both of his hands finding your sides to help you down, “just like your icing.”

Your eyes don’t leave his as you make a show of letting your body slide down the length of him with a smile. Nipples hardening under your tank top as they rub down his chest. He curses under his breath, licking his lips when you turn around to press your ass firmly against the throb in his jeans. A teasing thrust from him has your palms find the counter top for support, while his hands wrap tight around your curves.

“Fuck, look at you.” He’s mesmerized by the dip of your back as you arche for him, the hem of your shorts stretching over the fat of your ass, riding up just below your cheeks. He wants it to be his birthday every day.

“Better hurry up before Steve starts callin’” You tease looking back over your shoulder with a wiggle of your hips.

“Hmmpf '' Eddie huffs with one more thrust, ringed fingers curling around the sides of your shorts, stepping back just enough to let them pool at your feet. “He can wait, this is more important.”

He grabs a handful of your ass, spreading you apart to reveal just how wet you already are and the sight of it makes him groan. He works on the button of his jeans, metal clinking when they fall to the floor.

Dripping for him, he slides the tip of his cock along the seam of your cunt with ease, catching against your clit making you keen. You push back for more and the heat of his palm connects to your cheek with a smack, the metal of his rings adding an extra sting that makes you gush.

“Don’t be rude baby, I’m the birthday boy.” He reminds you, watching how your ass jiggles the way he likes.

“Don’t get cocky - ohmygod” The air is taken out of your lungs when he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in without warning, the stretch when he bottoms out with his chest to your back makes your eyes pinch shut with a whine.

“I think you like it,�� His words come out right next to your ear in a breath of peppermint and chocolate that make goosebumps rise along the back of your neck.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he stands up straight, fingers digging into the dough of your hips when he pulls almost all the way out before filling you back up to the hilt. Circling his hips, his tip bullies the spot that makes your toes curl and the flutter of your walls encourages him to start his unrelenting pace. The first three strokes make your jaw go slack, fingers curling around the edge of your countertop, the ends of your nails scratching against the wood underneath.

“Always feel so good baby, Jesus - sucking me in like she can’t get enough.” The lewd sounds of your slick and the slap of his hips against your ass fill the quiet of your apartment, a low whine pulling from your throat when he adjusts hitting a different angle.

“Eddie - fuuuck.” You can’t find it in yourself to care how pathetic you sound, not when two calloused fingers start playing messily with your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Yeah sweet girl? That feels nice?” Hunching over you, his strokes get deeper the tip of his nose nudging the shell of your ear.

“S’good” you manage to get out, pushing your hips back meeting his.

His hold on your waist becomes bruising as he keeps making circle eights with the pads of his finger to your puffy clit, while the pattern of his thrusts start to get sloppy when he feels the way you tighten around him like you're close. The slow burn that started deep in your gut starts to become all consuming like this, one of your hands releasing its grip from the counter to cover on top of his between your legs. A low chuckle vibrating in your ear when he picks up the pace.

“Yeah, it’s like that?” You can hear the grin in his voice, and your smart mouth from before is gone. All you can do is nod, your arousal coating both of your fingers and leaving them to slide messy in a way that has your chest tighten, and your mouth fall open.

“Give me my present then baby, come on, give it to me then. Wanna feel you on me all day.” He grunts nipping at your earlobe, and it’s enough to get him exactly what he wants.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!” Your eyes squeeze shut when you scream his name, your orgasm washing over you in a burst of heat as he thrusts into you hard enough to push you on to the tips of your toes with every one.

“Shit - that’s it, that’s fuckin’ itttt.” The feeling of your walls constricting around him so much that they try to push him out only makes him bury himself deeper as he paints your insides white. Muscles tensing with his release before they go limp when he melts back into you, huffing out a laugh that fans against your neck.

“The icing is great sweetheart, I can’t wait for the cake.”

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[m-ayo-o]

HIIII, I've been thinking in reader wanting to ride megumi's face but she is so shy to ask but somehow megumi finds out what she wanna do😋😼

somehow? he knows. he's a smart guy ;) 18+ ! watching porn, masturbation mention, oral, afab reader x 21+ megumi

You can't articulate it. Every time he goes down on you... you want more? Sure, he encourages you to move your hips. He grabs your body as he kneels between your legs on the bed and drags you closer, sucking and making out with your pussy.

But after watching a certain pornographic educational video... you're starting to desire what you saw. A girl- a very pretty girl- climbed up on her partner's lap, then he pulled her higher, over his chest, then higher- over his face!?

Won't she suffocate him like that? How can he--

But when you hear the audio of the man moaning, you know he can breathe just fine- and if he can't? He sure as hell doesn't care.

And since watching that video, sliding your fingers down between your wet folds, you can't get the idea out of your head. In every intimate instance with your sweet boyfriend you want to bring it up, but you just can't.

He notices your hips bucking with such need- it seems to be growing every time you do this together; every time he pleasures you. But he pins you down and holds you still, sucking and licking you so thoroughly.

Had he considered pulling you up to perch on his chin? Sure. But will he do it... without being asked? Perhaps not.

You'd love it, surely? Or would you be too embarrassed and tell him to stop? That could potentially ruin the mood, so he keeps quiet for now, pressing himself further into you and humming contently.

"Ngh- Megumi?"

"Mm?"

"C-can we try... a different position?"

Uh.

"What position, princess?"

Could you be any less specific?

Do you want him to push you back, tilt your body up with your ass in the air and he's kneeling over you, sinking his tongue in from above?

Or... on your knees? With his face smushed into you from behind? He's sure he could manage that.

Maybe you want to sit on the edge of the bed, with your legs spread?

You stare right into his eyes for a moment, until he pops his lips from you and sits on his haunches.

"Baby, what is it?"

I can't read your mind, dammit.

You wish he could.

Your eyes flit over his gorgeous features, you bite your lip and grip at the sheets. He sees your shyness, your inability to express your needs... and he guesses. It's a hunch. But in all honesty, he thinks, what girl wouldn't want this?

He lies down on the bed and watches your eyes go wide with shock.

"Come on, sweetie," he pats his chest, gesturing for you to sit up there.

He moves you up by tugging your thighs, now you're sitting over him with a certain look in your eyes that confirms all of his thoughts.

"Sit on my face."

He tells you to do it, and you swear you're going to lose all of your self control. You perch up there like it's your damn throne and he makes you so comfortable you start to run your fingers into his black hair and admire that pretty face of his.

And he can't help it now, licking you and pressing his tongue up and into you, swirling around the bud of your clit and through your folds. It's addicting, the way you start to move, and the view he has- good god- your stomach and tits have never looked more sexy. He holds your waist and encourages you to move. You have no idea what you're doing, but fuck it feels so good and you can't stop.

"Mmmhmm- that's it princess-"

He feels you getting closer. He knows the look on your face now- how your eyebrows arch with concentration and your back gets a little stiff. He can feel every muscle in your cute body... he knows the dips and rises like the back of his hand.

"Cum on me, hm?"

He's asking you to. And you can't keep him waiting.

"M- mhm- Megumi-- y-you're too good at this-!"

He knows.

"Haha, you're so cute-"

He watches you steady yourself and eventually slow down, as your hips still over his face.

"Next time... just ask me, okay?"

Guessing is fun. But taking orders? That's hot.

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[inmyicyworld]

Firewood

Lumberjack! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When you decide to chop wood in your backyard, your hot neighbor, who happens to be a lumberjack, offers you some help.

Words count: 4.8k

Warnings: lumberjack bucky is the biggest warning tbh, SMUT, protected sex, size and praise kink, he has a big dick obviously, dirty talk, a lot of pet names.

Author’s note: enjoy🩷

*English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistakes*

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“Hey, do you need help?” You stopped what you were doing. You breathed heavily, your arms ached, and you were already sweating. The man, your neighbor, whom you already saw a few times when you arrived home, was standing before you with his hands in his jeans pockets. 

He was attractive. Really handsome. Probably 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and visibly a lot of muscles under the clothes. Yeah, that red Henley left nothing for your imagination. His dark hair was put in a low bun, and he had a little stubble on his face. But you mostly noticed his bright blue eyes, which looked straight at you very attentively.

“Sorry, what?” You said as you whipped sweat from your forehead with the sleeve of your shirt. 

“I asked if you needed help. Sorry, but it seems like you have some troubles.” He smiled at you almost shyly, and you couldn’t even make yourself mad at his words. 

“Um, It’s my first time doing it.” You awkwardly smiled back, finally putting a big ax to the ground. “But I need wood for my fireplace, so I have to work with what I have.”

“I see… but don’t you have a boyfriend or a husband? I mean, it’s not really easy to do for a woman, and you seem pretty... petite for this?” It almost sounded like a question. “I wanted to say that I can help you if you allow me, because that thing might be pretty dangerous if you don’t know how to work with it, and I'm a lumberjack, so... it’s not a problem for me.” He awkwardly started to rub his neck. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“For a woman?” You playfully arched an eyebrow. “So you think that only men can do this?” You saw how his eyes widened, and you tried to hold your laughter.

“No, no! That’s not what I meant!” He lifted both hands in the air. “It’s just gonna take you forever to do, and as I said before, It’s not the safest work. And since this is my job, I could’ve helped you. As a neighbor, you know?” 

“Relax, I’m just joking.” You softly smiled at him. “Nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/N.” You reached out your hand. Bucky’s face relaxed, but then his lips curled into a mischievous smile.

“I like you.” He said, as he shook your hand. His grip was tight, and you felt that he really did a lot of physical work with his hands.

“Oh… thanks?” 

“Soo, do you need help?” He asked again.

“Um, honestly, I don’t know. I can’t just let you work for me for free. Can I pay you?”

“Doll, I have enough money, and I don’t need yours. I don’t think that you need tons of firewood, so it would be easy work for me.”

“Okay, but maybe I can give you food? Pastry? I really love to cook, and everyone said that I’m good at it.” You nervously played with your sleeve while Bucky was staring directly at you.

“Deal. I would honestly die for homemade food, ‘cause last time I ate it was at my ma’s and I really miss it. But you don’t have to do this, okay?”

“And you don’t have to help me.” You shot back.

Bucky’s smile grew wider, and he started shaking his head. “You have some temper, doll... Friday is okay?” 

“Yeah, totally, any time you’re free.” 

“Deal. I should probably go, and you better start training to cook food for me. I am really picky, and you insisted on paying me with it.” He said and started to walk back.

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed. “I know what I’m doing; don’t underestimate me!” 

“Fine. See ya, doll.” Bucky waved at you with the biggest smile on his face and finally walked away.

Well, it’s gonna be interesting. 

For the next almost two months, Bucky had been “working” for you, and you paid him with your food every single time because you couldn’t leave the men starving after he just got home from work and then willingly helped you. 

You two got closer. Bucky was a really good man; you found out it while you were sitting in your backyard looking at how his muscles were moving with every swing of the ax. He was right that it wasn't a big deal for him—the job that you would’ve been doing for several hours he did in twenty or thirty minutes. 

The conversation with Bucky was easy, he was a pretty reserved person, but he still told you everything about his job and his friends and asked you things about your life. It was hard not to fall for him. Especially when he gave you this boyish smile every time it was time to say goodbye or when you brought him your homemade food. 

Usually he comes to your house every Friday after work around 6 p.m., but today it was already 8 and he still didn’t show up. There was no light in his windows either, so you became really worried that something serious had happened. 

You were nervously sitting on the bar stool in your kitchen while your dinner was getting cold on the stove. You really had no appetite. What if he got injured from his dangerous work? Or maybe you were just overreacting and he went on a date with someone? You really had no reason to be worried that much because Bucky probably didn’t even think of you as a close friend, and you were just a too dramatic person with attachment issues. 

The light knock on the door scared you a little bit, but you still jumped out of your seat to open it. 

Bucky was standing there, visually perfectly fine and without any injuries, and you sighed with relief. 

“Bucky, oh my god, hi. Are you okay? I was really worried about you, and I don’t even have your phone number to text or call.” You mumbled as your eyes studied his face. 

“Hey, doll.” Bucky softly smiled at you, but it was obvious that he wasn’t really in the mood. “I’m fine. Just a shitty day at work. My boss went fucking crazy over nothing, and it was just a mess.” He ran a hand through his long hair. “But I have to do your firewood, so I'll go change and be back in a few minutes, ‘kay?”

He started to go back, but you caught him by his wrist. “No, Buck, wait. You don’t have to do it right now, really. I have enough wood, and you’re really exhausted. Come in; I have fresh lasagna and chocolate muffins.” 

“Um—are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to.” He mumbled. You noticed that you were still holding his wrist, but decided to leave it that way. 

“Don’t worry, I have enough food, and you look like you really need it. C’mon, don’t you want to eat something homemade and still hot after a bad day at work?” You gave him your best smile, and it was obvious in his eyes that he already agreed to your idea. 

“Okay, we can do that. Honestly, I feel like I’m able to eat a fucking elephant.” 

You both shared a laugh before you almost dragged him into your house and closed the door. Only at that moment did you realize that even though you gave Bucky a lot of food, he had never been at your place before. For some reason, you felt really excited to feed him and spend some time together. 

“Sit here while I’m heating the food.” Bucky obediently took a seat, looking with a soft smile at how you were moving around in your little kitchen.

You looked so domestic and soft in the warm yellow lights of the room in the cute pink cotton dress with little flowers all over it. The concentration was written all over your face as you tried to perfectly set plates and cutlery on the table and then put steaming lasagna on it.

“Fuck, it smells so good; you’re going to kill me, doll.” He wasn’t able to handle the amazing smell of food right in front of him. 

Your cheeks heated, and you waved your hand at him. “It’s just lasagna, Buck; don’t be dramatic.” You took a place near him, and you both started to eat your food. 

“I’m not being dramatic. I already told you that, besides my ma, you have the best food in the world. I could’ve eaten it three times a day for the rest of my life and not gotten tired of it.” He took another big bite, moaning as the taste filled his mouth. 

“You’re making me blush. No one ever told me this.”

“That’s my intention, doll. What, none of your boyfriends complemented your skills? Because I would’ve put the ring on that finger way too fast.” You looked at each other for a few seconds until you noticed that he had already finished his portion. 

“Do you want more?” Ignoring his previous words, you stood up and took his plate to give him some extra food. The dress gently flew around your thighs, drawing Bucky’s attention to your legs when you turned around. “Anyway, what happened at work? You mentioned your boss.”

“Ugh, Pierce is a fucking dipshit. Everyone there hates him, but he has too much money, so we can’t do anything. Me and Steve have really been on bad terms with him since the first day. He tries to tell us how to do our work, but his head is so far up in his ass that he can’t even listen to what we say.” You returned to your place and put a plate in front of Bucky again. The frown took place on his face while he was talking about Pierce, so you put a hand on top of his without even thinking. 

“He sounds like a total asshole. I’m sorry that you guys have to work for him.” Bucky’s face softened at your action. He flipped his hand so he could interlace your fingers, and you felt the warm feeling all over your body. 

You both definitely felt something, but you still stayed silent, enjoying the connection. It was obvious that you had feelings for each other. It was just hard to admit out loud, and, honestly, Bucky was so scared that you might think that he did all of this just to get into your pants. Which is not true. Well, he doesn’t mind, but it’s not his only intention. He wants to treat you right and ask you out on a date. 

Back then, he felt so bold and offered to help you with the firewood with the hope of getting to know you better. Steve and Sam obviously knew about his new “work” and teased him about it all day long. Unfortunately, he still didn’t find the right moment to ask you out. Those times when he came to you on Friday evenings and you were watching him work in your cute dresses or little pajamas were Bucky’s favorites. You looked so soft, cozy, and domestic that he wished to see you like this every day. 

After the last piece of a chocolate muffin disappeared in Bucky’s mouth and he let out a moan of satisfaction, he sat in your kitchen with closed eyes and a smile on his face. 

“If I had to have a shitty day just to get this type of meal at the end of the day, I’m ready for it.”

“Bucky!” You laughed at his dramatic words. “You don’t have to have a bad day. I can feed you just because.” 

“Well, you said it yourself. Now you won’t get rid of me.” You both laughed. Then he suddenly got up and started to put plates in the sink. “You sit, and I’ll wash the dishes.”

“No, Bucky, that’s not how it works!” You got up and caught him by his bicep. Really hard and big bicep. 

“Yes, it is. You’re cooking, then I’m cleaning.” He tried to get away from your grip to turn on the water, but you only held him stronger, now with both of your hands on his arms. 

“Bucky.” When he was standing so close to you, you realized your size and height difference, and it made you shiver. You turned your head up to look him in the eyes. “You are my guest; you shouldn’t do this.”

“My mother taught me to always help women because they are not our maids.” He stepped a little bit closer. “But if you’re saying this only because you want me to leave, I can do that.”

You were both looking at each other, and what you saw in his eyes made you weak in the knees. 

“No, no, I don’t want you to leave.” Your hands moved higher and fell on the sides of his neck. It was everything Bucky needed to finally kiss you.

Two large and rough hands took your face to bring your lips closer to Bucky’s height. He was gentle yet so passionate, and he slowly moved his lips against yours. It was mind-blowing how desperately you wanted him to devour you, to destroy you. While your hands were discovering his broad chest and shoulders, you felt that your body was suddenly lifted in the air and then placed on the kitchen counter.

Now that Bucky didn’t have to lean over to your height, it was easier to kiss you properly. His tongue brushed over your lips to ask for entrance, which you happily gave. Bucky felt too addicted to your taste, your smell, and the feeling of your smaller body against him. It drove him crazy.

“I've wanted to do that since the day I looked at you.” The hands on your hips tightened and moved you closer to his body. “You look so pretty, God.” Bucky’s eyes are running all over your face, trying to memorize every little thing.

“Bucky...” You dragged him closer again, desperate to connect your lips. His large hands wandered all over your body, slightly pulling up your dress and then moving higher and cupping your breasts in them. “I thought you were tired.” His large erection was obvious through his jeans, and you wanted to tease him. 

“I’m never tired for you, doll.” He mumbled against your lips. “I could’ve fucked you right on this table, but I’ll leave it for the next time. Where’s your bedroom?” You didn’t miss the promise to fuck you again, and your body felt ecstatic just because of this thought.

“Up the stairs, second door from the right.” 

Bucky didn’t say a word before your world suddenly moved, and you ended up hanging from his shoulder. Your bare ass was probably right near his face, and you couldn’t help but blush. 

He stormed up the stairs with one hand on your thigh, as if your weight on his shoulder was nothing, and then walked into your main bedroom. 

You were thrown onto your bed, and Bucky stayed in front of you for a few seconds to remember this picture. Swollen lips, eyes full of need, a short dress that pulled up and showed a glimpsing of your white underwear. Yes, you were perfect, and only for him. 

“Come here, Buck.” You raised your hands in his direction, and he obediently climbed on top of you with a smirk on his face.

He sat between your legs, moving his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs.

“Such a pretty doll for me, in this cute lil’ dress, mm?” His body was hovering over you, and when he found a zipper on the back of your dress, you ended up lying under him only in your white lingerie set in less than a minute. 

The pair of the most beautiful blue eyes devoured your naked body as soon as the piece of clothing was removed, and you had never seen a man look at you this way. Like you were the most beautiful, delicious, and priceless thing in the world. Bucky’s hands gently touched your body from the shoulders to your legs, and you swear that you heard a moan while he was doing it.

“Sweetheart.” He mumbled and leaned to gently kiss the soft skin of your belly, moving with little kisses higher until he reached your lips. “You’re killing me, you know that?” 

“Shut up and kiss me, Barnes.” It was impossible to think straight when his pretty face was right in front of you and his muscular body pushed you deeper into the mattress of your bed. He kissed you as you asked, but it didn’t last long before he pulled away with a grin on his face. You gently brushed his brown locks out of his face and tucked them behind his ears.

“So bossy, doll... Do I have to fuck this attitude out of you?”

“Mmm, undress, and we’ll see what you are capable of.” You shot back at him, and he just moved away with a smirk on his face. 

In a few seconds, a blue Henley was thrown somewhere on the floor, and you were face to face with a body that was probably made by the Greek gods. Muscles on muscles, with tanned skin and freckles from the work under the sun. Now you wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.

“Like what you see?” His smirk became wider as he saw the look on your face: slightly parted lips and darkened eyes that were looking at him up and down. Bucky's hands went straight to the belt of his pants, and with the last movement, he was standing in your dark bedroom completely naked. 

You almost choked on your saliva when he pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time. He was thick and long, with an angry red head. 

“No way this is gonna fit me…”

“It will, doll. I’ll take care of it. I bet this pretty little pussy will just suck me in.” 

It was over for you. You knew that. A handsome, respectful man with a perfect body and dirty mouth? Yes, he can do whatever he wants with you.

He returned to your bed, sitting in between your spread legs. He didn’t waste any more time when he reached behind your back and unbuttoned your bra. Bucky stood on his knees so perfectly that his dick landed on your covered pussy, and it made you both moan out loud. 

“Look at this, doll. ‘M gonna destroy her.” His hips slightly moved, and because your panties were soaking wet, it was so smooth and perfect. “Can you imagine that? I will stretch you out so well that I’ll destroy any other men for you. Make you–and her– mine.” He reached with one of his hands to your tits and squeezed your nipple between his fingers, while the other one was keeping your legs apart so he would be able to move his hips. 

You tried to close your legs by instinct. The tip of his cock again and again brushed right on your clit, and the slight pain from your nipple made you desperately moan and clench your bedsheets.

“Are you going to cum, pretty girl? I'm not even inside of you, and you’re already a fucking mess.” Bucky’s rough voice was so sexy that it made you even wetter, if that was possible. He saw that you were close: by the way your breathing changed and how your eyes rolled back in your head. “C'mon, just let it go. Soak those panties even more.” His movements on your most sensitive parts of the body didn’t stop, and it threw you over the edge.

You were squeezing around nothing, and the most inappropriate and dirty moan escaped your mouth. It was something that you'd never experienced before, and it was so intense that you needed some time to get over it.

“Good girl.” Bucky grabbed your face and connected your lips, giving you another wet and sloppy kiss. 

Then, without hesitation, Bucky’s hands took off the last piece of your clothing, leaving you completely naked for his hungry eyes. He stared at your body up and down for a few seconds and then closed his eyes to take a deep breath and calm himself down. 

“Bucky, please, I need you so much.” You almost cried, trying to grab him and put his body on top of yours, but Bucky was much larger than you, so it was almost impossible.

Bucky finally calmed down a little bit, and he interlaced his right hand with your left, pinning it above your head. His body softly landed on you, and skin-to-skin contact sent shivers down your spine. He was now looking you right in the eyes, and judging by his facial expressions, he either wanted to fuck you lifeless or cuddle and hold you closely.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Bucky’s soft side came out again, and you slightly nodded, giving him permission to continue. The little silver square appeared in his hand out of nowhere before he ripped the package with his teeth and put a condom on. 

You honestly tried to hold back the little bit of disappointment you felt when he decided to use protection. It was smart. You weren’t longtime partners, it was a question of your safety. But the tiny voice in your head told you that you would’ve let him fuck you without it. To feel his perfect d–

Your thoughts were cut off with a deep chuckle. “You look like you’re sad that I put on a condom, doll.” You swear that his eyes darkened when you stayed silent. “If you want it later, I’ll fuck you raw, ‘kay? But now neither of us can think straight.” 

“Are you a perfect man?” You laughed.

“I don’t know, let’s find out.” Your smile faded as soon as you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.

You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, so when Bucky started teasing you again, rubbing you up and down to cover himself in your slick, you nearly lost it. 

“Bucky, please.” You whine, grabbing the side of his torso with your free hand. “Don’t tease me, please, I can’t—” 

Your words died as Bucky finally pushed inside of you. Your head fell deeper into your soft bed, and Bucky’s body tensed on top of you, trying to hold back a deep moan. 

It was overwhelming. He stretched you out so deliciously that you felt pain and inexplicable pleasure. No one ever made you feel this way—like you were on cloud nine and the man on top of you didn’t even actually fuck you. 

“You’re squeezing me so hard that I might cum like a teenager—fuck!” He groaned, squeezing your hand harder. “Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

You tried to relax as much as you could with a dick buried deep inside of you, and Bucky was finally able to move.

Well, if it felt good earlier, then the first movement of his hips probably sent you right to heaven. Bucky cupped your face with his left hand, locking your eyes together, when he started thrusting at a slow pace. 

“So pretty for me, doll. You feel my cock in your stomach, huh?” Bucky’s lips almost touched yours when he talked, but it felt like he was too far away from you. “Good girl, take me so well. Knew that this pussy would be my death.” 

“More... harder, please, fuck me harder.” You spoke in between moans, gazing intently at Bucky's pretty face.

He started fucking you harder. Your bed was slamming your wall, but it didn’t bother you as much as the fact that he was hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You were a fucking whining mess under him, with a slightly open mouth and a drunk-looking face.

“Suck it like a good girl you are.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, and you moaned, doing as he said. “Your pussy is already sucking the shit out of me. Are you going to cum, baby? Going to make a mess on my cock while I fuck you? Imagine if I fucked you raw and filled you up with my load. I bet you’d like that.” The finger went deeper into your mouth, making you gag. You nodded your head as much as you could at Bucky’s words because you were already ready to cum.

“Give it to me, baby.” Bucky growled, sucking on your neck. His hips slammed into yours, making the nastiest noise, but it turned you on even more. A finger slipped out of your mouth, and Bucky’s face was in front of you again. “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“M-m, B-bucky! Don't stop, pl– ahhh!” The wave of the best orgasm of your fucking life washed over you. You swear the stars started dancing behind your closed eyes as you endlessly squeezed Bucky’s cock and his body.

The way you were moaning, how your eyes rolled back, and how your whole body trembled pushed Bucky over the edge. A few last movements in your soaking wet pussy and he came, feeling almost lifeless, as if you had sucked the whole energy out of him.

He let go of your hand, which this whole time he held above your head, and cupped your face with both of his hands, kissing away the tears you didn’t even notice.

“Y/N? Baby? Are you okay?” He whispered and moved your head a little bit so your eyes were directed at him. You looked like you were high or really drunk, but he couldn’t argue with the fact that you were the prettiest woman on earth.

“I– it’s like I don't feel my body anymore.” You lazily mumbled and closed your eyes. “No one ever fucked me like this.” 

“Glad to hear that, doll.” Bucky leaned closer and kissed your soft lips with more delicacy and tenderness. “Do you need anything? Food, water, bath?”

“No… Can you just hug me and stay here for the night?” You asked, now afraid that he would leave since he got what he wanted.

“Sure, just let me get rid of this thing, and I’ll still get you some water.” He kissed you on the forehead before carefully untangling his body from yours. You hissed at the new empty and a little bit aching feeling inside of you. “I’m sorry, baby.” 

Bucky threw a condom in the basket under your table and, putting on only his boxers, came down to the kitchen to get you a bottle of water. But when he came back, he saw that you had already fallen asleep.

You looked so cute—still naked, with a peaceful expression on your face, laying in the middle of your messy bed. He thought about whether he should disturb your sleep or not, but you asked him to stay, right? Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then came closer to you, placed the bottle on the nightstand, and carefully scooped you into his hands, pushing away the covers. He put you back down, and then you opened your eyes. 

“C’mere…” You mumbled, still sleepy, and grabbed his hand.

Bucky quietly chuckled and got under the cover, hugging you from the back. You happily sighed before drifting back to sleep. Bucky kissed you in the hair, hugged you harder, and fell to sleep with you in his arms.

You woke up a little bit disoriented, trying to figure out what happened last night. 

The bed beside you was empty, but the aching feeling between your legs proved that it wasn’t a dream. You, in fact, fucked your hot lumberjack neighbor. But where did he go?

You found some random oversized t-shirt and walked down the stairs. Everything was silent; your kitchen was empty but crystal clean. Did Bucky just leave? 

Wait a minute. 

Yesterday there was a mess from your cooking and dinner with Bucky.

Now the room was almost shining. 

You looked around in confusion until you noticed a piece of paper on the table. 

All of your bad thoughts disappeared as soon as you read it, and you felt butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

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[sprout-fics]

Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader Headcanons

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Ten: Kiss and Tell)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Poly TF141, Slow burn, Heat cycles, Smut, Omega! Soap x Omega! F Reader, Cunnilingus, Frottage, Fingering, Inexperienced Reader, Post-coital cuddling

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You do end up at Soap’s room that night

The other Omega leans against the door frame nonchalantly, a wry smile splayed across his lips. He’s pleased at your appearance, even as you shift nervously in front of him. You don’t know how to ask for this, and there’s a small, nagging part of you that desperately wonders if you’re getting in far above your head

Soap seems to catch on to your uneasiness, ushers you inside and gently sets you on the edge of his bed, opting to sit backwards in his chair, staring at you

“I’m…inexperienced.” You blurt out before you can think twice about it, wincing as soon as the words spill out of your mouth, watching as Soap’s eyebrows raise in a mild indication of surprise. 

Oh. You think. Maybe this was a mistake

Instead he only shrugs. “Aye. and?”

You blink at him owlishly, trying to see the words unspoken in his gaze. Soap only continues to smile at you, playful, affectionate, the excitement in his eyes shielded as he focuses not on his earlier offer, but on listening to you. 

You fiddle with your hands in your lap.

“There was…a guy in boot camp.” You admit quietly. “A beta. We…it was rushed. Fine, I guess. He didn’t really talk to me after.”

When you glance up to Soap, he’s no longer smiling. You feel your heart skip a beat in dismay. 

“He didn’t treat you right then, did he, pup?”

You pause, eyes in your lap, and after several long moments you nod

Soap’s chair creaks then, and he rises to stand over you, raises you chin to look up at him. You blink, shiver at the sudden intensity of his stare- a burning blueness that suddenly seems to set your skin warm under his unblinking gaze. You almost want to look away, the feeling of his dizzying scrutiny on the verge of too much

He hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Will you let me?” He asks quietly, sincerely. “Treat ye right?”

When you nod, when he kisses you, the rest of the world falls away with a shuddering sigh

Soap takes his time with you, gently divests you of your fatigues, pulls your pants  down your hips while your legs brace up over his shoulders. His hands splay flat against your belly, drag up to your chest, and when you squirm under his chest Soap chuckles, pleased, warm. The sound rolls below your stomach, makes you avert your eyes under his too heavy stare

“Sweetheart.” He croons, arching over you, bracing his hands on either side of your shoulders. “Look at me.”

You do, hesitantly, resisting the urge to hide behind your fingers. Soap smiles kindly down at you, and the unbridled desire in his eyes warms you from head to toe

“I want to see ye.” He breathes, like you’ve stolen the air from his lungs with your stare alone. “Want to see yer face when I take ye apart, little omega.”

A full body shiver rolls through you at that, and you know that Johnny’s words aren’t a suggestion but a promise

He does. He does take you apart. His hands roam across the swell of your hips and the dip of your waist, firmly appreciating every feature that becomes revealed to him. When you gasp, choke his name in a breathless whisper he swallows it, kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever taste you

His mouth seals over your gland and when he sucks you shout a sound that drops into a pleading, primal little whimper, body instantly going lax under him, omega hinbrain forcing you into blissful docility under his touch

It’s strangely Alpha-like behavior of him, and you’re beginning to realize how Johnny managed to escape notice of his designation as long as he did.

You’re dizzy with it, with his sensual assault, with just his hands kneading your breasts and his weight lying flat atop you, his soft groans at every noise you make growing like cottony fuzz between your ears. His mouth moves against yours, eventually descending to your jaw, your neck, where he lays fluttering love bites against your skin

“Pretty.” He quips when he leans back at last to observe your rising chest and heavy lidded eyes, his own gaze sparkling with self-satisfaction at you melting under his palms. “Feel good, sweetheart?” His thumb grazes the corner of your swollen lip, parted with little gasps

You smile dopily up at him, and instead of responding you only lean, nip at his thumb

Johnny laughs

It doesn’t take much more of his petting to get you squirming under him, arching up to try and feel the hardness pressed against his thigh

“Not yet.” He huffs down at you, and instead slides down to settle  himself between your thighs. You squeak when he hauls them over his shoulders, huff a warm breath across your wet folds.

“So wet fer me.” He groans, using his thumbs to spread you open. You briefly wonder if he’s good with his hands because of his demolitions work, or if this is just him. He swipes a finger through your folds, collects moisture from his pads and brings them to his mouth. He smiles greedily as he sucks on them and groans at the mere taste of you

“So sweet, pup.” He coos, nuzzling at the inside of your thigh as if to scent mark you there too, drowning you in his scent. Sweet but possessive, almost carnivorous.

The thought fizzles to nothing when his tongue laps at your entrance and you mewl loud enough for the rest of the barracks to hear you. 

Johnny eats you out like a man starved, like he’s drunk on the taste, like your slick is pure ambrosia, the nectar of the gods. You wheeze his name, fingers grasping at his too short mohawk, eyes scrunched and skin too warm. When you buck up into his mouth as the cusp of your orgasm Johnny only holds your hips still and feels you clench around his tongue as your orgasm punches through you

You think he’ll stop after that, and will get on with the rest of it, but Johnny seems more than content between your legs, purring at each weak little noise as he has his way with you. You grasp at his hair, at the sheets, the pillows, uncertain what to do with your hands, trying to anchor yourself

The pleasure is overwhelming, unfamiliar in a way that leaves you desperate for more, curses and pleas and whimpers an endless stream past your swollen lips. When you beg him for more Johnny only nibbles and sucks at your clit until you arch off the bed with a broken moan. It’s only then that he fractures you open on his fingers, has you haul a pillow over your face to contain your shuddering moans

He’s ruining you, you realize belatedly, drunk off your third orgasm, and Johnny himself seems intoxicated by the act of doing so. He doesn’t let up even when you tell him it’s fine, it’s enough, wants to just give and give until you’re too full of it, have no space left for more

You’re reduced to beyond words by your fourth orgasm, trying vainly to curl onto your side as the pulsing aftershocks thunder through you. It’s only then that Johnny raises himself up, even now not yet free of his boxers

“Lemme-” He gasps, fervent, desperate, his own eyes glassy with pleasure  as he lowers himself down onto you. He braces on his forearms, arches his back inwards so the outline of his cock is trapped between you both. “Fuck, bonnie, I just need-”

Like a rutting pup, Johnny humps himself against your abdomen with a series of whimpering, broken groans, vying for his release. You reach up, drag him down with a murmur of his name, kiss him with the remainder of your strength, drag your nails down his back until he groans, voice caught halfway between a growl and a mewl as he grinds senselessly onto you

His hips stutter, the air in his chest seizing as he cries out upon his release, the tacky spill of his cum warm against your skin

It’s only after you both have collected yourselves that he twists, drags you into his arms so you lay with your legs entwined with his. He peppers you with kisses, asks over and over again if you’re okay, if it was good, tell you how pretty and lovely you were

“Have t’ leave something for the rest of them.” He chuckles when you ask him why he didn’t push himself inside you, and it’s a reminder of his respect and adoration for his mates

Johnny kisses you, a slow, gentle peck on the forehead before he extracts himself, coming back with a washcloth to clean you both off. He rids himself of the remainder of his clothing before wedging himself under the covers with you.

At your slightly bewildered stare at this close intimate proximity, he only grins

“Wha?” He asks teasingly. “Ye think I’m just gonna kiss an tell? Nah, yer staying with me tonight.”

You’re given little choice in the matter, not that you mind in the slightest, nestling happily into his arms. You drink in his scent, familiar warm, and can’t help but distantly think that it smells like home.

“This…was better.” You confess very quietly, a gentle reference to your misadventure with your first. Soap huffs, vaguely displeased, and you can’t tell if it’s at your words or the reminder of the man who failed to appreciate you as he should’ve

“Only ‘better’.” He grumbles, dipping his head to press a smattering of firm, affectionate kisses on your face, unrelenting until you wiggle and push at him. "I’ll have to try harder next time, then.”

You laugh at that, and it seems to please the other omega, who’s eyes sparkle lovely in the dimness of his room

“Sleep, pup.” He tells you gently. “There’ll be more in the mornin’.”

You’re not sure what exactly he means by that, but you trust him to find out. You fall asleep in his arms smiling, knowing that if the rest of the pack treats you just as well, that you’re in safe hands.

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[miguel-ohara-eater]

Practice

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(summary: Miguel was helping you practice capturing anomolies, but he was in his rut and could smell that you were ovulating.)

CW: no actual sex this time, dry humping, grinding, biting, play fighting, licking, cumming in clothes, a little bit of public stuff ig, sniffing.

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Miguel swung his fist right in front of your face, his knuckle brushing across your nose as you ducked last second.

you and Miguel were practicing, and he was training you for the anomalies.

"hey! were training not trying to kill eachother!" you say, tackling him and putting him in a headlock.

"you think the anomalies are gonna give you slack??" he asks, throwing you over his shoulder and pinning you down.

you grumbled, lifting up your knee and trying to push him off.

the second you lifted your leg his pupils dilated, the scent of the slick in between your legs hit his nose.

you would be lying if you said him on top of you wasn't hot, but you were ovulating anyways and he was in heat.

his breath got weird, and he immediately got off of you and you sat up.

"Miguel?...you good?" you ask, looking at him and he shakes his head.

"You're ovulating aren't you." he says, staring into your soul.

your eyes widen and you sit on your knees. "I um-... yeah? why does that even matter?"

you were confused, and a little surprised how he'd guessed that.

he looked around at the two other recruits minding their business on the other side of the training room. he leaned over, grabbing your wrist and he stood up.

"let's go." he demanded, and you decided just to follow him.

he led you into Sector 4, down the hall of his lab and he pressed a couple buttons on his watch.

"LYLA! make sure nobody gets in here." he barked into his watch, dragging you onto his platform.

"yes Miguel." Lyla said, blocking the elevators and doors from others access.

he pushed you down onto the floor, getting on top of you in between your legs and he pinned you down

"I could SMELL you." he hissed, his eyes red.

you just looked up at him, more aroused than ever to be completely honest. he leaned his head down, burying his nose into the crook of your neck and he sniffed you.

after a couple seconds he pressed his obvious boner into your clothed pussy, looking at your flushed face.

"you like this don't you?" he teased, and you couldn't lie because you knew he'd be able to smell it on you.

you looked away, opening your mouth to say something but you just nodded.

"fine. maybe I do. but you can't blame me!" you say, side eyeing him.

"can I?" he asked, not really asking to he honest because either way he was going to.

you thought for a second, then nodded. "please?"

he slowly moved his hips, his growing boner underneath his suit rubbing against your pussy underneath yours.

he grunted, biting your neck and his hands grabbed at your breasts, rubbing over the fabric covering your nipples.

you held in your moans, feeling like it'd be pathetic to moan when all he was doing was dry-humping you.

he kept going, his crotch rubbing against yours and his pants and grunts filling your ears.

"k-keep going." you say, trying to keep your voice steady and he starts humping you faster, like a horny dog in heat.

his face was flushed, his cock twitching in his pants and his eyebrows scrunched together.

"is it bad I'm close?" you whimper, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

he shakes his head, not even saying anything and focusing on your pussy.

your hole was clenching around nothing, desperate for penetration.

you slowly feel the knot build, and before you know it you both are cumming inside your spidersuits.

Miguel whimpers, biting down on your shoulder and your back arches off of the ground.

once the orgasm passes, your suit is drenched and so is his.

you look up at him as he gets one last sniff, before sitting up.

"next time can you just fuck me?" you ask boldly

he raises an eyebrow, thinks for a second, then shrugs.

"sure. tomorrow?"

"tomorrow."

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this one's shorter idk

but idea from @miguel-ohara-lover I think.

I got kinda lazy on this one.

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[lingeriae]

Birthday Sex by Jeremih ft onyankopon

synopsis - it's onyankopon, your ex's birthday, what happens when you 'accidentally' get dragged to is birth

warnings - cussing, smuttttt, use of the n-word, somewhat toxic relationship, mention of substance abuse and alcohol, possessive ony!, mention of anxiety, fights

pairings - Onyankopon x black! fem reader

you knew in your whole black being that something about sasha suddenly wanting to go out was a bad idea. how could you be so gullible? the signs of her intentions were crystal-fucking-clear but you ignored them because you had faith in the girl,

maybe you weren't gullible to her plan, and the thought of even seeing him was alluring; seeing if anything had changed since you both seperated. seeing if he moved on.

'mmm, God forbid.'

but as you stepped through the doors of connie springers house a sinking feeling immediately made it's way to your stomach, and you wanted to run out of the building to the comfort of your home where you could stalk your ex in peace.

the scene is familiar to you, although you don't usually like parties you have been dragged to a few by people you were close to, by him. And as you continued to scan your surroundings, searching for him out of habit you almost felt disappointed but relieved that you hadn't.

your heart suddenly races as you start to think about him. what he would be wearing, what he would be doing, who he would be doing. trying to stay level headed as you remind yourself that isn't why you're here, and that shouldn't matter because he isn't yours anymore.

sasha suddenly broke your train of thought by speaking up.

"you okay?" she asks, leaning closer to you and raising her voice while her eyes scanned your face for emotion. you arched an eyebrow at her while folding your lips causing her to grin at you.

"oh, don't give me that look!" she giggles throwing her arms around you as she drags you further into the sea of sweaty bodies, "you'll be fine, it's not like you could bump into him with so much people around."

"mhm, sure." you said sarcastically kissing your teeth when she pinched you. she suddenly stopped, removing her arm from around you and scanned the crowd. "im gonna go look for connie, you coming?"

"nah, i'll pass. where there's connie, there's ony." sasha only rolled her eyes in response before disappearing into the sea of people. you leaned against a wall with a sigh watching the room that only grew louder, and scrunching up your nose as the stench of weed and alcohol increased, the feeling of wanting to hide in your own skin increases too and you try not to let it consume you. the scene was getting too overwhelming for you, and anxiety your simmers beneath your skin. all of it immediately stopping as you made eye-contact with him.

'oh shit.' you thought, not only because of how good he looked under the dim and flashing light, but because he was walking towards you and you were too frozen from the shock of seeing him to walk (run) away. as he came closer to you, began thinking off what you would say to him and what he would say to you, and even the possibility of getting back tog-

"hey." that one word had your face heating up, maybe because it interupted your delusional and sick thoughts or because of how long you haven't heard the richness of his voice. you rubbed your glossed lips together, slightly tilting your head as you looked at him.

"hi, happy birthday." you replied looking away from his face when noticing how intence the eye-contact was getting, suddenly feeling self conscious of how his eyes roamed every part of you crossed your arms over your chest. the male infront of you licked his lips at the action, it causing your titties to push up even more than they alrready were.

onyankopon hummed, a smile pulling at his lips as he noticed how flustered you were getting from the little attention he was giving you. "thank you, mama. you look pretty," suddenly feeling shy at his compliement, you bit your lips to hide the smile that you knew would come

"s' dress is mad short though." he brought his hand to the end of your dress that stopped midthigh, tugging on it a little and letting his hand linger there all while maintaining eye-contact with you. his actions caused tingles to flow throughout your body and it felt as if the skin he was touching caught fire. as you replied to his comment, you immediately felt heat rising to your face at your choice of words, cussing yourself out for not thinking before you talked which ony always scolded you about.

"easy acess." you bit your tongue as the words left your lips, ony's eyebrows raised his tongue pushing against his cheek , looking at you with low red rimmed eyes that slowly went up and down your body. ony suddenly leans in towards you, not stopping until his face is inches away from yours, you slowly inhale smelling the mixture of weed and the cologne he had. his sliver nose stud twinkled under the lights, along with diamond earring he had in.

'he smells so good.' you thought watching as ony's eyes dragged from your lips to your eyes, suddenly feeling dizzy because of how good he smelt and how close he was to you. the hand he had on your thigh now trailing up whilst his other hand rests against the wall beside your head, trapping you. his lips parted and you felt as if your legs would give under you as his breath brushed against your lips and because of his next words.

"you givin my pussy away to these lames, mama?" you glance up at him through your eye-lashes, sucking your teeth as if his words had no effect on you. parting your lips to respond, you're suddenly interupted by a high-pitched voice. "omg, hi daddy!" a thick light-skinned girl ran up to ony, hugging him from behind. you glanced at her noticing she had in a blonde lace that looked freshly done, a pink mini-skirt with a matching top to match it and pink boots with fur. the sinking feeling that appeared in your stomach from before came back again as you looked between them.

"happy birthday!" she said, smiling up at him, her smiley twinkling at the movement. her eyes suddenly drifted towards you, scanning you with what you could describ as disgust and jealousy before she turned back to ony who had straightened up and turned to look at her. "who's this?"

pushing yourself off the wall, you cleared your throat before speaking up. "nobody, happy birthday, hope you enjoy." you walked away before he could respond, puffing out your cheeks as you felt your eyes begin to water bringing your hands to pat at the spot under your eyes and try your best to keep your composure. you walk around until you find sasha who was perched on connie's lap passing a blunt to said man who gave you a dimpled smile.

"hi y/n, your outfit is eating!" you snort at connie's words and the dramatic side-eye sasha gave him, "don't ever say some shit like that again bro."

you sat down across from them beside a blonde with glasses and a beard, looking at him from the corner of your eyes as he inhaled the blunt before offering it you, muttering a small thanks before taking it from him and taking a hit. feeling his eyes still on you, even after giving you the blunt you turn with an arched eyebrow, "what?"

he chuckled, shaking his head. "damn. I can't look at you?" you rolled your eyes at his responce, not intreseted in giving him your attention. "you're just pretty s'all." your eyes turn back to meet his and watch the way they roamed your figure, you hummed at his words deciding to check him out too.

from just looking at him you could tell that he worked out, and he was good-looking too, maybe a bit older than you were but still good-looking.

'ony better tho.'

"thank you..."

"zeke." he gave you his name with a toothy grin, a hand coming up to rub at his beard. you returned his smile with on of your own before responding, not noticing that a certain male had walked up to the area, eyeing the man beside you with a clenched jaw. "thank you, zeke."

"ony! happy birthday!" you nearly got whiplash to how quick you turned your head, making eye-contact with ony as he hugged sasha and mumbled a thanks. he never took his eyes off you as he sat beside them. his cheeks sucked in as he inhaled and his eyes never leaving you once as he exhaled the smoke. "you never gave me your name, pretty girl."

turning back to zeke, you suddenly feel speechless as you still feel ony's eyes on you. "It's Y/n." you respond with a smile, a hot feeling flowing throughout your body at the sudden attention your ex was giving you. zeke licked his lips, a smirk on his lips. "pretty, like you."

you eyes drag back to ony, making eye-contact with him again before you look away clearing your throat. "that's corny." zeke chuckles, it sounds sexy and his adam apples bops along with action. he's sexy, but somehow you can't find yourself to indulge in him as you turn to look back at ony who is still looking at you. he's manspreading and his hands rest on his stomach, his eyes are low and intense as they pierce into you not backing down even from being caught multiple times, you can feel your heart speeding up as you continue to look at him. you can't help the heat that spread through you and the way that you push your thighs together, imagining building up the courage to walk up to him and sit on his lap, his hands on your waist as he grinds you-

the sudden feeling of a cold liquid on your skin causes you to gasp and stand up, your dress sticks unto your skin as the liquid drips flows down your body. looking up you see the same girl from before, a pout on her lips as she looks at you with an empty cup in her hand. "what the fuck?!"

"oops, I guess my hand musta slip or something." your eye twitched as you look at her, your hands moving on your own as you searched for something, only to find your phone lifting it and slamming it across her face. a loud smack along with the bitches scream and an "oh my god!" filled room, an arm wrapping around your waist as you moved to punch the girl.

"got me fucked up!" you yelled as you struggled against the person who was holding you back, trying to get another hit on the girl. she started crying as she moved her hands from her face to see the blood from her now broken nose, you watched as ony walked up to her and the way she threw herself at him. "that bitch is crazy! she broke my fuckin nose!" she sobbed clutching unto his jacket, ony looked at you with wide and concened eyes causing you to scoff.

"let go of me bro." you said, pushing the person away only to realize it was zeke. he looked at you with drawn eye-brows parting his lips to speak, stopping once you raised your fingers at him to stop. pulling on your dress you turned to connie, "where's your bathroom?"

once he told you where it was, you gave sasha a reasuring smile before walking off, ignoring the eyes on you as you walked up the stairs, ass shaking with each step you took.

you cussed as you rubbed the top of your dress with a rag, trying not to cry as your hands began to ache because of hard you were rubbing it and how overwhelmed you felt, a sudden knock on the door causing you to sniff,

"someone's in here!" there was silence before the door was pushed open, your lips parting at the person who walked through. ony locked the door before leaning on it, his arms folded across his chest as he watched you kiss your teeth while scrubbing the front of your dress with aggression. "you shoulda locked the door, coulda been anyone bussing in like that."

"thanks, i'll lock it behind you when you get out." you smiled at him sarcastically through the mirror, your breath hitching as he moved closer to you. you looked away from him focusing on your dress and ignoring the warmth you felt as he stood behind you, feeling his chest against your back as he moved around you to grap your wrists pausing your movements.

"look at me." he whispered in your eyes, a quiet gasp coming from you as he placed one of his hands on your waist causing you to arch your ass into him. biting your lips, you shook your head stubbornly at his request.

"aint you supposed to be with that bitch?" you snapped quietly, being mindful to not raise your voice at him. you felt him sigh against you, bringing his hand up to grip your chin, turning you to face him.

"she got what she deserved, im just concerned about you right now." rolling your eyes at his words, you moved your face out of his grip his jaw clenching out of fustration.

"boy, bye. im not bout to do this with you-" you tried to side-step him, only to let out a squeal as he pulled you back towards him, his hands on the small of your back while the other gripped the counter. he narrowed his eyes at you with a lick of his lips, "don't do that, you know better."

a shiver ran through your body at his tone, looking away from him feeling small under his glare. his touch felt warm, almost making you forget how wet your clothes were. he was so close, and if he took another step further you're not sure if you could resist him.

rubbing your lips together, you found the courage in you to meet his glare with one of your own, pursuing your lips together. "you're acting as if she wasn't all up on you, stop being 'concerned' about me and go be concerned about your bitch, bro." his eyebrows drew together while his lips turned down.

"first of all, I dunno who you think your talking to, but im not your fuckin bro, second of all she's not my 'bitch'. Ian been with anybody since you, so for you to say that is crazy." you hated yourself for feeling so relieved, looking down at your dress as you pushed your lips up not knowing what to say. "aint fuck nobody either." he whispered, the way you shifted on your feet not going unnoticed by him. it was silent for a moment, the muffled sound of music from downstairs being the only thing that didn't make it extremely quiet.

"y/n, look at me." he said it so softly, as if he didn't want to scare you. you slowly lifted your head, biting your lip as you looked at him, a shaky breath leaving your lips as he brought his hands to rub across you cheek before bringing it towards his face, his lips meeting yours pausing for a second to see if you would hesitate before diving in. humming you tipped on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrappped his around your waist backing you up into the counter. you moaned as he kissed you hard, shoving his tongue into your mouth and bringing his hand down to your ass to squeezing. pulling away you looked up at him, your lips burning along with your cheeks, and your body buzzing with excitement. placing your palms against his pecs, you pushed him weakly with a shake of your head, his body not budging even a little at the force. "o-ony we can't-"

"why?" he wasn't even looking at you, but at your lips, licking his own before meeting your eyes. biting your lip, you rubbed small circles into his pecs. "you're high-"

"never stopped me before." he said, smirking at the slap you gave to his chest, trying to lean down to kiss you again only to be stopped by your hands pushing him away again, rolling his eyes ony looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"that's different. we aint together, ony, we can't do this-"

"why you tryna keep me away from my pussy?" he grabbed your hands, pulling them off of his chest and above your head looking down at you with a stern look, one that had your knees buckling and glad that he was holding you up. you stared up at him speechless, not protesting as he kissed you again before moving to suck on your neck. a whine fell from your lips as he sucked a specific spot, feeling his full lips pull into a grin at your reaction, he continued sucking at the spot feeling himself getting turned on by the sounds you made. "ou, y-you gon leave a mark!" you said making no effort to stop him as he continued his assualt on your neck, pulling back to look at the bruise forming with a proud grin.

"good."

suddenly he lifted you up, placing you on the counter and kneeling down. your thighs closed on instinct, suddenly becomin shy as you looked down at the man who looked back up at you with a confused expression. "you sure about this? I don't want you to regret-"

"spread your legs, mama." he interupted you, looking in between your legs with a concentrated face. "but-"

"aint gon ask again." at the tone of his voice you slowly began to spread your legs, feeling how ony gripped your thighs as he spread them wider. "talkin bout regret. you lost your mind?"

you shake your head no, your chest rising and falling with speed as he used his fingers to push your panties to the side, a hiss leaving his lips at how wet you already were. he brought his finger against your front, running his finger on it. "this for me mama?" pursuing your lips, you tilted your head to the side shaking your head.

"for my new man-ah!" ony flicked your clit, not allowing you to finish your sentence as he looked at you with dark, hooded eyes before he pushed against your hips so your pussy was right infront of his face, bringing his mouth towards it and licking from your hole to your clit. a shiver ran down your spine as your nipples hardened, already feeling like you were going to burst from the simple motion. you gripped his head as he sucked on your clit harshly, a broken moan leaving your lips because of how good he was making you feel. he thrusted his tongue in and out of your pussy, blowing against your clit and bringing his fingers to rub against it. he slid his fingers in and out of you while using his thumb to rub against your clit, the feeling of his fingers hitting tat spongey spot inside of you had you shaking, feeling your release come closer and closer. "cmon, mama. give it to me. can feel her squeezing me so I know she close."

your back arched off of the counter as you felt your vision becoming blurry, not noticing that you were crying. your grip on ony's head tightens as he continued to finger and tongue fuck you "taste so good, mama, can't believe you took this away from me." ony muttered as pulling away for a moment looking at your reactions as you came closer and closer to you release.

"fuck, ony!"

he licked his lips at your moan, palming himself through his sweats as he looks up at you. "m' makin you feel good mama, tell me m makin you feel good."

"m-makin me feel so g-good ony!" he did a scissoring motion with his fingers, holding your thighs as you tried closing them nearing your release. a whine left you as you came on his fingers, your legs shaking because of how hard you came. you breathed deeply, resting on your elbows to look down at ony who was licking off his fingers, your nose scrunching up "you're so nasty."

ony got up, smiling as he looked down at you while licking his lips. "only for you mama."

"mhm" you responded, rolling your eyes moaning as ony grabbed you by throat pulling you towards him, "'mhm' you tryna say something?" he asked threatiningly.

you giggled before leaning up to kiss him, sucking and biting on his lips , tasting yourself maing his grip around your throat tighten. he pulled away, leaning his foreheead against yours. "I wanna fuck you really bad, can I?"

you rubbed your hands across his jaw, nodding as you pecked his lips again before climbing down from the counter having to hold unto ony so you didn't fall. ony kissed your cheek as he turned you over, making you grip the counter. you watched in the mirror as he pushed up your dress, biting his lips at the site of your cunt, he pulled up his shirt holding it up with his teeth allowing you to see the muscles that hide under the material then pulling down his sweats, his dick slapping against his stomach causing you to lick your lips. you watched the creamy precum that pooled his tip spill out, dragging eyes from his dick to his face seeing that his eyes were already on you caused you to press your thighs together. ony smirked raising an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes a bit. "you watchin me?" he said

nodding your head, ony muttered a good in reply before lining up against your hole and slowly pushed into you, both of you gasping at the feeling. he held unto you as he felt your knees buckle, slowly slipping more of himself into you. your pussy gripped unto him as he moved slowly insie of you, squelching at his movements. your grip unto the counter tightened as you tried your best to take him, crying out the more he moved

"s-shit. ion understand, how the f-fuck you so tight." he whispered as he tried to fit all of it inside you, kissing your neck as you whimpered at the stretch after not taking him for so long. "you want me to pull out?" he whispered, looking at you through the mirror and chuckling at the way you quickly shake your head.

"n-no, I can take it, don't pull out." nodding his head, ony slowly moved inside of you until he bottomed out, a moan falling from your lips as you felt his dick pulsing inside of you. he waited a little before moving, hissing at the grip your pussy had on him. "shit. gonna need you to relax for me, mama." he said rubbing circles into your hips, you moaned in response trying your best to do as he says.

"ima move now, alright?"

"okay."

he pushed into you with a quick thrust, and you swear you went to heaven as your body rocked against the bathroom counter. ony grunted softly as he listened to your sounds of pleasure, rocking his cock inside of you at a stready and comforable rhythm. he rests his head on your shoulder, kissing and sucking on your neck. "can't believe you kept the pussy away from me mama,"he muttered as he gave you the deepest thrust yet causing your ass to arch back into him, "talking about 'you deserve better', as if you aren't what's best for me." his thrusts started speeding up at his words, his eyebrows began to draw together and his grips on your hips began to tighten.

"t's like you like breaking my heart, you like doing that shit mama?" he asked, leaning down to look at you. you couldn't even answer, too fucked out on his dick to even come up with words other than his name. he suddenly stopped, looking at you with a blank face. "asked you a question, mama."

you tried to fuck yourself back on him, only or the grip on your hips to tighten as he waited for you to answer him. you shook your head repeatedly as you responded, tears begining to flow down your face. "n-no papa! don't like seeing you hurt, mmm!" your breath hitches as he snaps his hips up into your, turning your head so he could kiss you on your lips. another moan falls from your lips as he hits the same same spongey spot inside you, doing it over and over again.

"tell papa who's pussy this is, cmon mama you can do it." he whispers, angling his hips so he can hit the spot repeatedly driving you over the edge. "yours! y-yours! all yours ony! swear!" you screamed, hiccuping. ony brought his hands to your face wipping your tears.

"you sorry for leaving me, mama?"

"y-yea, m'sorry papa." you whined, moving your hips faster against his so your release could come quickly. ony could tell you meant your words because of how you reached for his hands, kissing them as he continued to fuck into you. ony pulled you up, kissing you as you came muffling your moans, fucking you until he came right inside of you.

he dropped you on the counter, leaning his forehead against your shoulder as you both catched your breaths, his arms came around to wrap around you pressing you against his chest as you scratched the back of his head. "you mean what you said, right?" he asked quietly, your fingers not stopping their movement as you responded with a quiet 'yes'.

he leaned up, looking into your eyes. "i love you."

pausing, you blinked at him before letting a smile spread across your face bringing you hands up to hold his face and bring him towards you. "I love you too, happy birthday ony."

"we'll see if it actually is if I managed to put a baby up in you."

a slap sounded throughtout the bathroom, along with a hiss. "onyankopon!"

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[hazbinwhoree]

since I’m a sucker for nice hands, I was thinking what if F!reader is in an established relationship with Adam (they’re both angels) and she stares a lot at his hands so she suggests to paint his nails black —> this leads to him taking advantage of her weak spot for his hands to use them when they have sex hehe (like choking her or making her suck his fingers)

Hands

Adam had noticed that (Name) stared at his hands a lot. He let it go for a while until (Name) asked him to let her paint his nails black.

“What is it with you and my hands?”

(Name) blushed, opening and closing her mouth. “I just want to paint your nails,” she finally managed to get out. “I see you staring at them all the time, it’s like you’re in love with the– ohhh.” Adam smirked, putting two and two together. “Do you have a thing for my hands? Do they turn you on?”

(Name)’s face was bright red. “You just have such nice hands. Long fingers.”

“You want to see what these long fingers can do?” Adam asked, grinning.

(Name)’s eyebrows rose. She bit her lip. “Maybe.”

Adam smirked. “Paint my nails first.” (Name)’s jaw dropped. He was such a prick. “Fine,” she conceded sadly, getting the nail polish from her drawer.

The air was thick with tension while (Name) carefully painted Adam’s nails. “This is pretty sick,” Adam said, admiring the hand (Name) had finished. “Metal.” “Stop moving.” “Ooo, attitude,” Adam teased. Still, he did stop moving.

(Name) finished his nails and blew on them to dry. Once they were dry, Adam got into (Name)’s personal space, reaching up to cup her face in one hand. His thumb stroked her cheek before he moved it over her lips. “Open,” he commanded.

Almost giddy, (Name) obliged, taking his thumb into her mouth. Adam pressed on her tongue. “Good girl.” He removed his thumb, replacing it with his forefinger and middle finger. “Suck.”

(Name) did, and Adam’s half erection quickly became a full one. He pulled his fingers out after a moment, impatient as always, and demanded, “Strip.”

(Name) did so hurridly, pulling her shirt over her head and tugging down her sweats and panties, kneeling when she was done. Adam unzipped and shed his robe.

Adam was back on her in an instant, his fingers wet with spit prodding at her entrance. He slid his fingers in and curled them, and (Name) moaned. She tugged at his shirt, but Adam didn’t pull back to remove it, adding another finger. (Name) arched her back. “Adam,” she sighed, pleased.

Adam languidly pumped his fingers in and out before removing them and bringing them up to her face. “Clean my hand and I’ll take my clothes off.” (Name) opened her mouth obediently and took Adam’s fingers one by one, sucking her own juices off of them. Adam stared at her intently the entire time. Maybe he was into hands.

As soon as (Name) finished, Adam took his hand back to shed his shirt, pants, and boxers. He bunched up his shirt and pushed (Name) onto her back, making sure her head was cushioned against the floor by his shirt.

Adam crawled on top of her, connecting their lips. His hands ran up and down her body, before he leaned back, spreading her legs. He aligned himself with her opening and thrust all the way in at once, causing (Name)’s back to arch off the floor.

She locked her legs around Adam’s waist as he began to pound into her recklessly. One of Adam’s hands held (Name)’s lower back, keeping her hips angled upwards, while his other hand wrapped around her throat. He squeezed gently and (Name)’s eyes fluttered closed, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Fuck, (Name), you feel so good,” Adam hissed. (Name) whimpered. “So tight, shit, so good for me.” Adam babbled. (Name) clawed at Adam’s back with one hand while the other gripped the wrist of the hand around her neck.

“Right there,” (Name) gasped at a particularly hard thrust. Adam made sure not to change pace or angle, and (Name) moaned and cried everytime he thrusted in. “Adam,” she whimpered. “You’re doing so good, baby, cum for me.”

(Name) came with a gasp and an arched back, and Adam came almost simultaneously, sheathing himself deep within her to cum on her insides. When Adam came down, he removed his hand from (Name)’s neck and gently pulled out.

“Damn, maybe you were onto something with hands,” Adam panted. (Name) giggled. “Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.” “Enjoyed it?” Adam exclaimed. “That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. And I’ve had a lot of sex.” (Name) rolled her eyes, pushing his face away from where he was hovering over her.

Adam gasped in mock scandal. “Rude!”

“I don’t wanna hear about how much sex you’ve had,” (Name) said. “I feel like you’re ignoring the part where I said sex with you is the best sex ever.” (Name) blushed. “Really?” she asked after a moment, looking unsure. Adam sat up and pulled (Name) up and into his lap.

“I’m very serious,” he told her, kissing her forehead. “Meaningful sex beats meaningless sex any day.”

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[ashurzs]

“kang minjun..” “hm?” you flinch, not expecting your bestfriend to just be right there behind you. you swear he wasn’t there before! “wha- where did you come from..?” “i was at the vending machine over there-“

he points somewhere, then twirling his finger as he shrugs. “somewhere over there.. anyways here” he hands you a drink. “ooh apple juice, thanks!”

he watches you silently as you open it and drink it, capping it and reaching into the bag that rested on one shoulder. “here wait i’ll pay you bac-“ “no”

“eh?” you look up at him, eyes so big and doe with your hand still in your bag. you see him smirk, then it turns into a smile and a cough. “yeah it’s fine”

“..whatever kat..”

“kang”

“autocorrect says otherwise!”

it was years ago when this happened, back in middle school. but for some reason when you’d type out minjun’s full name, it would turn into kat minjun. and he is a cat person, you’ve met layla before she’s a sweetheart !

“that was years ago..”

“n has that stopped me from calling you kat?”

he rolls his eyes, flicking his tongue. “whatever.”

“m-minjun.!” you whine out, arching your back while you claw at the messed up bedsheets. “g-gonna.!”

“what, already?” he pouts, stopping his harsh thrusts watching as you twitch. “wha.. why’d you..?” you’re red, you just know it with how warm your face feels.

he coos mockingly as he hears you sniffle and wipe the stray tears that fall from your eyes. “why’s my baby cryin’ now huh?”

you don’t answer, too embarrassed to say anything.

“guess i gotta fuck you to help you speak up huh?” he gives a small peck on your lips, a huge contradiction from the harsh thrust inside he does. “fuuck.!”

you drag out your moans as he pins over you, the feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls something you could get addicted on. and it

“shows with how loud you’re moaning..”

“huh.?” you blink out of your trance, doe eyes glistening as you look up at the raven haired male.

“what, dick too good you can’t focus on me?” his sentence goes in one ear and out the other, but you can note how his lip piercing adorning his face nicely.

you hear a chuckle, but you don’t laugh. instead you arch your back into him. your arms wrap around his neck, trying to pull him into a messy kiss.

who’s he to deny such a sweet act hm? he kisses you back with a smile in between, his hips changing between thrusting and just grinding. but when he does grind, he notices that you get more whiny and squeeze your eyes tighter together.

“n-no.. no grinding,,!” he feels you tighten around him, drool escaping your mouth as you blabber on about not wanting him to grind. “please.. junn.. don’t wanna cum like thatt..”

“what, you embarrassed?” he says, raising an eyebrow at your lewd face. "looks like you're enjoyin it.."

"noo.!" you retort immediately, shaking your head. your eyes are still shut, but after a few seconds of silence and no movements you're forced to open to them.

you felt fingers grab and squish your cheek, his grip digging into the bones. your first response is to try and get his hands off, but he just squints at you disprovingly. "you'll take what i give you, unless you don't want anything at all?"

you shake your head slowly, pouting to the best of your ability. your mouth hurts with his tight grip, but you can't speak up. "good boy.. my good lil puppy..~"

was this jus an excuse to post AND give his name? maybe! :3

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[melobin]

જ⁀➴ how to get a raise 𐙚 eunseok

part of the riize as porn plots series.

summary - as his secretary, you’re meant to be there for all of your bosses needs. so who would you be if you didn’t help him whilst he’s stressed? especially if you were getting something out of it yourself.

wc - 5.4k

warnings - boss eunseok x secretary reader, dom!eunseok, sir kink, fingering, oral giving and receiving, unprotected sex, clothed sex, big dick!eunseok, manhandling, spitting, creampie, cock slapping, face fucking, cum eating, facial.

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“sir?” you found yourself with your shoulder leaning against the door frame of your bosses office, moonlight seeped into the room from the gaps in the blinds that covered the wall wide window. eunseok looked up from the paper that was on his desk, eyebrow arching up at your appearance.

“yes?”

“it’s late, you should be heading off soon” 

“you’re not my boss” you laughed a little at his words, walking further into his office and sitting in the chair on the other side of his desk. he placed his pen down, looking at you with his hands clasped together “how may i help you?”

you looked at him carefully, eyes flicking over the features of his face. eunseok had always been a beautiful man, he was kind to his employees and you had the luxury of working alongside him everyday. he was your boss, you were simply the secretary that sat on desk outside of his office and took care of little errands he needed doing. he never over worked you, but he did over work himself.

that was eunseok’s downside, and possibly his ultimate downfall if you weren’t there to ground him. he spent a lot of time in his office, far too much time with his head buried in whatever work he had to do that week, too many out of office hours were spent with him still in there. you didn’t always stay behind with him, only on busier nights, yet you still worried about him.

but with his kind nature and rather unreal handsomeness, if he wasn’t your boss you probably would’ve fucked him by now. it took a lot of self restraint for you to not try and seduce him, especially with the late nights the two of you spent alone in the building. you thought maybe tonight would be the night to try your luck. eunseok was stressed and needed to relax and you would never turn down the opportunity to get fucked by an attractive man, you may even try and get something out of it yourself. you loved your job for the most part but the idea of a raise had your eyes sparkling, if you couldn’t talk him into giving you raise, you could probably fuck him into it.

“you should go home, you’ve been here since 8am” your eyes flicked to the clock on the wall behind him “it's now 10pm”

“and? shouldn’t you be the one going home?”

“and leave you here to rot at your desk? if you die i won’t have a job you know”  he rolled his eyes at you, amusement lacing through them.

“so all you care about is your job? here i thought i was getting special treatment”

“well you can have special treatment” you stood up, slowly walking around his desk and resting your ass against it when you were next to him. eunseok pushed his chair out a little to look at you “if you decide to at least take a break that is” 

“fine, what do you suppose i do to take a break?” you noticed the way his eyes momentarily dropped to the hem of your skirt that had ridden up your thighs, you stepped forward toward him. he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs and bringing his hands forward to grab your waist. he let you place your knees either side of his thighs in order to straddle his lap, it seemed as if you didn’t have to say anything in order for him to know what you were hinting at. your hands sat on his shoulders as he looked up at you, he sighed as you dragged them down to rest against his chest. 

“how about i help you relax?” he titled his head to the side, watching you cautiously. god he was gorgeous. his dark eyes had a hint of curiosity in them and you were sure you could feel his cock growing under you, it reassured you that you’d probably be able to get what you wanted out of this. good dick and a raise.

“do what you want, doll” his voice sounded smoother to your ears, tone sending chills up your spine. he pressed the tips of his fingers into your waist “but what do you want out of this?”

“what makes you think i want anything?” you played with the open buttons of his shirt, he had already taken his tie off a few hours ago, leaving some of the buttons of his shirt undone so he could relax more. his blazer had been discarded and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, at this point you felt as if he looked too slutty to not have a move made on him.

“a girl like you doesn’t just do things like this” you giggled a little at his words, leaning further into him and letting your pantie covered cunt press against the bulge in his trousers. his fingers fell from your hips to your thighs, inching up the skin as he pushed your skirt up “so what do you want?”

“you really wanna know?” you pushed your hands back up his chest and around his shoulders, letting them clasp behind his neck, fingers toying with the short strands of hair that sat there. you leaned your head in, breath fanning over the flesh of his neck, leaving goosebumps behind. you collected salvia on your tongue before sticking it out and pressing it against his neck, licking up the skin till you reached just below his ear, a wet, slick line of spit being left in your trail. eunseok shivered. “sir, you see, i’d like a raise” your voice was low in his ear, sultry. it was as if you knew exactly how to talk to him in order to get what you wanted.

you wanted a raise. he wanted to fuck you. it seemed like a fair deal for both parties involved.

“deal” eunseok’s voice was more of a groan when he spoke, the feeling of you sucking on his neck made him dizzy. he left you to do your own thing for a short while, wanting to see what you were planning to do. what he did discover from that was just how much of a tease you were, grinding yourself against him, littering vile little marks on his neck, full well knowing you absolutely shouldn’t be. eunseok couldn’t find it in himself to stop you though, too relaxed in the pleasure of you kissing at his skin.

he needed to do something soon though, finding himself far too worked up to let you continue your teasing. so he took matters into his own hands, rolling the wheels of his chair closer to his desk, startling you. he took the opportunity to push you off of his lap and sit you on his desk, pushing your thighs apart and bringing his face down between them, nipping at the sensitive skin.

“we’re doing this to help you relax, sir,” your fingers ran through his hair, messing it up slightly, other hand gripping onto the edge of his desk as he looked up at you from where his head rested against your thigh, teeth gently sinking into the flesh.

“eating pussy is one of my favourite things to do, doll” you couldn’t suppress the whine that left you at his words “so if you want to help me relax, you’ll keep your legs open whilst i eat your pretty little pussy” he brought a hand to your panties, pressing his thumb against the wet spot that had formed on the thin material “looks like you like the sound of that”

he pushed his hand between the flesh of your cunt and your underwear, wrapping his hand around the fabric and letting the backs of his fingers graze over your clit before pulling them harshly. you couldn’t have thanked yourself more that you had decided to wear one of your flimsiest pairs this morning, they tore so easily under his grip. you shivered when you felt his fingers push into your slit, he parted them causing the lips of your pussy to open. you watched him cautiously, taking note in how his eyes sparkled at the sight of your soaked cunt.

“gonna make a mess on my desk” he presses his middle finger against your swollen clit, brushing over it in a few slow circles before dragging it down your slit. it felt like he was teasing you as he pressed it against your hole, barely pushing it in before his eyes flicked up to meet yours. the corners of his lips had turned up slightly, he was enjoying the raw neediness you felt for him.

his eyes focused back on your sopping cunt as he pushed his finger inside of you, 

letting out a groan when he felt just how tightly you were clamping around his finger. he eased the rest of his slender finger inside of you, basking in just how soaked you were around it. he thrusted it into a few times, dragging it slowly along your walls before he pressed his index finger in along side of it.

“need to fuck you open” he curled his fingers once they were completely inside of you, pushing the tips of them against your walls, consciously checking around to find the swollen spot inside of you “need you to relax, you’ll never be able to take my cock like this, doll, you’re too small and tight” you whined as you watched him spread you open with his fingers, the motion of them increasing in speed once he felt your core relax around them. he spread them apart inside of you, stretching you open as he watched the way they came out soaked, covered in your slick. 

eunseok pulled his fingers out of you properly, separating them in front of his face so he could see the way your slick joined them together, he laughed before looking up at you and pushing them into his mouth. he sucked every bit of you off of his fingers, groaning at how you tasted. he felt his cock twitch in his pants at his first taste of you, he needed more.

“you taste so fucking good, can’t believe something so sweet has been so close to me this entire time” he spoke after withdrawing his fingers from his mouth, he already felt as if he was obsessed with the way you tasted “god, fuck, i need more” his hands found your thighs, skirt being pushed up your hips as he dragged you to the edge of the desk, rolling his chair as far as he could against the desk so he could be close to you. his hands slipped down your legs to place them over his shoulders before returning to your upper thighs.

the position felt filthy, he had you completely open, lips in front of your cunt. he wanted to devour every inch of you and he finally got to when he pulled you as close to his face as he possibly could, an open mouthed kiss being placed on your swollen clit. he took you pulling on his hair as a sign to continue, closing his lips around the nub and rolling it between them, tongue coming forward to flick against it. you gasped at the sudden feeling, he wasn’t exactly teasing you, just pushing your buttons to see what made you tick. he quickly realised anything set you off if it was from him. he released your clit, a wet sound coming from him when he done it. he made quick work of flicking his tongue over your clit, not holding back with the speed he went at. 

eunseok, you had noticed, wasn’t shy when it came to being vocal. he didn’t hold back the whine that built in his throat from how you were pulling his hair, the pain mixed with how your cunt was bleeding onto his tongue turned him on endlessly. he could feel the way his cock was straining against his trousers, eunseok wanted to fuck you so bad, but he couldn’t surpess the need he felt to feel you cum on his tongue.

his hands had shifted under your skirt, hooking under your legs to grip your ass and pull you even closer to his face. you weren’t sure he had any breathing room with how he was pressed against you, but that’s how eunseok liked it, he just wanted all of his senses to be filled with you. he wanted to be completely taken over by you. 

and he was once he flattened his tongue against your cunt, nose pressing against the flesh above it, his head shook from side to side causing his tongue to move against you. slick covering your thighs at this point, his mouth soaked with you. he wrapped his lips around your clit once more, flicking his tongue over it before sucking on it. that motion inflicted quite possibly the loudest moan you had ever let out.

“sir, eunseok, fuck i can’t” you were overwhelmed, head tipping back and eyes shutting. your fingers found themselves scratching at the wood of his desk whilst his others pulled at his hair. you shouldn’t have been surprised that he knew what he was doing, eunseok was very clearly skilled at oral, you probably should’ve realised that when he told you it was one of his favourite things to do. either way though, you could get used to falling apart because of his tongue “gonna cum”

“do it, doll” he released your clit “let me taste you” he flattened his tongue against your hole, nose pressing against your clit as he soaked up all of your slick before dragging his tongue up your slit, lips closing around your clit for the final time. eunseok sucked on your clit as if it was the last thing he’d ever do, his desire to make you cum clouded his thoughts of anything else. he was sure his cock could have torn his trousers with how hard he felt himself throb at the sound of you falling over the edge, the way you were moaning and how you were pulling on his hair whilst spilling onto his tongue had him groaning against your pussy. 

he pulled away from your cunt to lean back in his chair, breathing heavily as your slick dripped down his lips

“god, you’re the sweetest thing i’ve ever tasted” you watched him as you tried to steady out your breathing, his tongue poked out to lick you off of his lips, he groaned during it “could eat you out all day” he leaned his head back against is chair, closing his eyes as he let out a deep breath. you let your own eyes fall down his body in the meantime, they lingered on his waist. his button up shirt was still perfectly tucked into his trousers, the waist band of them seemed to fit his body perfectly. the ratio of his proportions were slightly insane, his broad shoulders in comparison to his tight, small, slutty waist made your head dizzy. at this point it felt as if it was impossible for you to not become obsessed with your boss in some way.

you finally let your eyes drop to the bulge that had formed in his pants, it was big. it made you nervous in a way but the nerves only excited you more, if his cock was straining against his trousers this much, your mouth watered at how thick it much be. you couldn’t think straight in that moment due to the intensity of your previous orgasm, but you could imagine how deliciously his cock would stretch you out. god you needed him desperately.

it was as if eunseok could sense your neediness, his eyes opened and he followed yours to where they lay staring at his lap. “need something?”

“do you?” he gave you a knowing look before standing up, fingers digging into the sides of your thighs before he pulled you to the very edge of the desk. one of his hands leaving your thigh to cup your jaw, the dark obs in his eyes looked over your face before he leaned into kiss you. the kiss was anything but sweet, his tongue pushed into your mouth almost immediately, all you could taste was yourself in his saliva. it felt filthy but arousing, it seemed as if eunseok was enjoying it too “ you taste yourself?” he pulled his lips off of yours, noses barely rubbing against on another's.

“mhm” you were in a daze.

“told you that you were sweet” it took you a little by surprise when he leaned in to kiss you again, but it didn’t last long. before you knew it he was breaking the kiss and pulling you off of his desk, barely letting you stand up before he was turning you around and pressing your front flat against it. he ran a hand up your thigh, pushing your skirt all the up past your ass in order to see you properly. you felt him bring his hand down to the swell of your ass, squeezing it in his hand before letting go of you.

whilst you couldn’t see what was going on, you could hear it. the way the zipper of his trousers was pulled down and how his belt was unbuckled and dropped to the floor/ what caught you the most was the way he groaned when, you assume, he finally let his cock breathe. he rested it on the curve of your ass, admiring how his precum seeped out of his tip onto your skin.

“do you see why i had to stretch you out, doll?” he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before pressing it against you, tip being held against your clit “too thick for you, know your tight little cunt wouldn’t be able to take it alone” you whimpered at his words, thighs quivering at the feeling of his cock being dragged up your slit. your fingers dug into his desk as you felt the tip of his cock press into your hole, you were sure you’d leave little scratch marks in the wood but you had a feeling that eunseok wouldn’t mind, all it would be is a reminder of how he fucked you senseles over his desk. 

you whimpered when he eased his cock inside of you, feeling his hand press against your back as your eyes squeezed shut whilst you tried to adjust to the stretch. somehow, you felt it was unfair that eunseok’s cock was so big, no man should be blessed with the looks he had and a fat cock to go with it, but here you were being stretched out by it, so who were you to complain? you couldn’t anyway, mind already being cleared of any thoughts you had as you focused on how he felt inside of you. 

he let you, and himself, breathe. stilling his cock inside of you, letting out a deep, throaty groan when he felt you clench around him. eunseok couldn’t find it in himself to look away from where the two of you were connected, it felt as if your pussy was made to take his cock. you wrapped around him perfectly, swallowed every inch of him, eunseok was sure he could stare at the sight of you stuffed full of his cock forever.

with a hand place on your lower back and his other holding your waist, eunseok finally moved. the first thrust was almost experimental, he wanted to see how you reacted to his cock slowly moving between your walls. he liked your reaction. your cunt clamped down around his cock immediately, a choked whine falling from your lips. eunseok could definitely get used to fucking you like this.

he kept a steady rhythm at first, not wanting to overwhelm you right away, especially with the sensitivity you had due to your last orgasm. that didn’t stop you from whimpering every time you felt his cock fill you up, each thrust forward left you yearning for more. you wanted to see how he let loose, wanted to feel him when he turned rough, it was something you knew eunseok would enjoy hearing from you.

“sir” you voice was shaky as you spoke, you could only hope he heard you.

“hm? what is it doll?” he slowed his thrusts down, barely moving so he could hear you speak properly. eunseok may have wanted to fuck you senseless, but he was still a gentleman at heart.

“you don’t have to hold back sir” you purposely pressed your ass back against his cock, taking him deeper “be rough with me, i can take it”

“you don’t know what you’re asking for” you lifted your head and looked behind your shoulder at him.

“then show me” the only thing eunseok could do was breathe heavily, it only took a few short seconds for him to be grabbing your forearms and pinning them behind your back, large hands holding them down. his first sharp thrust forward had you resting your head back on the desk, whining when he pulled out and thrusted back inside of you. his demeanour had changed, even the way he touched you felt different. his nails dug into the skin of your arms as he fucked into you. hips hitting against your ass with each deep stroke. his pace had changed too, it was quicker, there was more power behind his thrusts. you felt as if you barely had time to process how he felt inside of you before he was pulling out and pushing back in.

you could hear him. deep, heavy breaths, groans that slipped past his lips every few thrusts and the odd low pitched moan of fuck, the sound of it made your head spin. it only increased the intensity of the pleasure you were feeling, his voice was just pure sex.

“god, i could get used to fucking your sweet little cunt” his words were slurred, they sent sparks right to your core. the tip of his cock abused your sweet spot, your knees growing weaker by the second and that only got worse when he took one of his hands off of your arm. you weren’t sure of what strength eunseok had, but you felt yourself grow wetter when you realised he had both of your arms pinned against your back with only one of his hands. 

he let out a deep breath when his fingers reached around you to touch your clit, almost overwhelmed by how slippery it felt. describing you as soaked felt like an understatement at that point, he was sure he’d never felt someone so wet before. eunseok thought it was the hottest thing, even more so when he felt how swollen your clit was under his fingers. you were a wreck at the hands of him and he loved it, so much so that he needed to make you cum again.

his fingers on your clit matched the pace of his thrusts, you were pretty certain that if the desk wasn’t supporting your weight, you would’ve collapsed onto the floor by now. your  body felt weak as he used you, fucked you like you were his own personal cock sleeve, jerking his cock off with your drenched, clenching walls whilst he played with your clit. there was no way you’d be able to tell him you were going to cum, you could barely hide your moans with your mouth shut, so if you parted your lips to speak you knew all that would come out would be broken moans and breathless whines.

he knew though, eunseok could tell from the way you were clamping around his cock and whimpering against his desk that you were close, he saw the way your hands balled into fists and how your legs shook, he was adamant on making you cum around his cock.

“let it go, doll” his fingers never stopped, cock throbbing inside of you as he felt you edge closer “cum around my cock, let me feel it” he didn’t want to cum before you, he needed you to cum so he could hold you against him and spill himself inside of you, needed to let your cum mix with his inside of your cunt. 

you followed his words, your nails digging into the palm of your hand as you let yourself go around him. he didn’t stop what he was doing nor did he relax. he kept up his pace, fucking into you until your brain felt mushy and your legs felt useless, fingers not releasing your clit until he was sure your orgasm was over. you were whimpering nonstop, drool falling from your lips as your orgasm ended, it was just in time for his to begin.

“gonna stuff you full of my cum, need you to feel full of me”

“please” your voice was weak, almost too quiet for him to hear you, but he did. he made sure to continue fucking you until he felt himself fall over the edge, pressing himself as deep as he could into you whilst he released, letting thick ropes of his cum fill up your cunt and leave you covered in it. you felt all of him, the way his cock twitched inside of you and how his cum warmed up your insides. it only took a few moments for his hand to leave your clit and wrap around your waist, other hand following suit as he sat back in his chair, pulling you down to sit on his lap. his cock was still wedged inside of you as you sat on him, he puled your legs to drape off of his, holding your side against him and letting you rest your head in his neck. the action was comforting, especially the way his hand slowly moved up and down your back.

“so how does a fifthteen percent raise sound, doll?” he broke the silence. you lifted your head out of his neck, breathing slowly evening out. you narrowed your eyes at him and smiled, pressing your hands against his chest.

“will you make it twenty-five percent if i suck your cock, sir?” eunseok laughed at your offer, sticking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. he brought his hand to your jaw and cupped it harshly, you jolted at the rough action.

“maybe if you do it good enough, i’ll consider it.” you took the challenge happily, letting him pull your mouth against his, pushing his tongue into it. you couldn’t call it a kiss, it was more like a wet clash of tongues, yet somehow it was still hot. once he broke the kiss you shakily lifted yourself off of his cock and climbed off of his lap, letting yourself sink to your knees between his legs. you felt his cum leak out of your cunt and slide down your leg once you had settled there.

you wrapped your hand around his cock, it was wet, being covered in a mixture of your slick and both of your cum. your hand moved easily along it, squeezing the base before bringing it up to the head and swiping your thumb over it, you enjoyed the way he shivered at the feeling. this was the first time you saw his cock, it looked just as thick as it felt inside of you, part of you didn’t even know how he fit inside of you due to the size of him, but what you did know was that you enjoyed it thoroughly.

“your cock is so big, sir” eunseok hummed, leaning back in his chair and looking down at you “felt so good inside of me” you didn’t look up at him, too focused on his cock that was in your hand. you squeezed it again, mouth watering as the way precum seeped from the tip. you wanted him in your mouth so bad, wanted to feel him in your throat. 

“you like my cock that much, baby?” the baby caught you off guard momentarily, it was the first time he’d called you something that wasn’t doll. for some reason it made you want his cock in your mouth even more.

“more than you know” you leaned forward, hand resting around the base of his cock as you licked up the side of it. once you reached the top you wrapped your lips around his head, tongue sliding over it, coating your tastebuds with his precum. eunseok groaned at the feeling, already falling in love with the way your tongue felt on his cock.

you took your lips off of him, collecting as much saliva in your mouth as you could before spitting on the tip of his cock, pumping your hand over it a few times before taking him in your mouth properly, instantly taking as much of him as you could. you swallowed around his cock before bobbing your head, being sure to let the tip go as far into your mouth as you could without gagging before lifting your head and going back down. with his size, it was difficult for you to take all of him down your throat so you put your hand to use, being sure to jerk off the part of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth in time with how you were bobbing your head on him.

you felt his hand reach into your hair, fingers curling around the strands as you sucked him off. he tried not to grip your hair too hard, but he also remembered how you had asked to be rougher with you. it led to him pulling on your hair, shifting your lips a little further down his cock because of it and it wasn’t long before his hips were bucking forward themselves. you took it upon yourself to pull your lips off of him, looking up at his with teary eyes from the depth his cock went to in your throat.

“use my mouth” eunseok blinked for a second, unsure on what he had heard you say, but once he was sure of what you said he stood up. his hand wrapped properly in your hair, fingers almost digging into your scalp. he wrapped his other hand around the base of his cock. bringing it back toward you, keeping eye contact with you as he dragged the wet tip along your parted lips, not pushing it in right away. instead he let it slide along your skin toward your cheek before lifting it off of you and striking it against your skin, he laughed at the way you moaned at the contact.

“slut” you whimpered before he pushed his cock between your lips, slowly letting it glide along your tongue and to the back of your throat before pulling out and repeating the action. his grip was harsher on your hair as he sped up his hips, watching you struggle to take all of his cock in your mouth, loving the way your eyes filled with tears again, a few even slipping from your eyes as he fucked your mouth. eunseok loved the sight below him just as much as he loved the feeling of your lips on his cock.

he wasn’t going to last long, just the sight of you drove him to the brink of insanity, needing to cum and make a bigger mess of you. as his actions continued, the room was filled with the filthiest sounds of you taking his cock. the echoing of his office left nothing to the imagination as he used your mouth. spit leaked from your lips as he grew closer to the edge, slipping down your chin and onto your shirt. eunseok needed to cum.

“wanna cum on your face” all you could do was nod as he pulled his cock out of your mouth, both of your hands wrapping around his cock as you jerked him off, your spit making it easier for your hands to move. his free hand gripped the edge of his desk as he came, eyes never leaving your face as he coated it in his cum, some going into your mouth as you parted your lips just to get a taste of him. his eyes didn’t even leave you after he came. he brought his hand down to your face, hand cupping your cum covered cheek before speaking.

“your raise will be a part of your next pay check, baby”.

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Hey I’d like a request 👉🏻👈🏻

Can I please have headcanons on how the lin Kuei brothers + Liu Kang and Raiden would react to catching their s/o in their clothes?

OOO my first request, thanks anon 🫶

I went a little diff with this, I hope you don’t mind 🧍‍♂️

Warnings: nothing really, scent kink?? In raidens?? But very minor

Bi-Han

• Wonders what in the hell you’re doing.

• Finds himself wanting to see if you’d put more of his uniform on. Depending on if you put it right or wrong, he’d show you the proper way.

• Not that it mattered because he was sure he’d take it all off after anyway.

• Stares in silence as he takes in your appearance, arms crossed over his chest and an unreadable expression on his face. It’s even more difficult to tell what he’s thinking bc he’s wearing his mask. He had walked in on you cleaning your bedroom. You had found some of his spare things, wearing his arm bands and gloves just to see how they’d fit. He studies you and the way you admired the fine details.

• Feels something stirring in his chest as you twisted and turned your arms, the gloves having to be readjusted since they kept sliding down a bit.

• Eventually walks up to you, his sudden looming presence over you causing you to jump in surprise. You barely have time to say anything before he gently but firmly grabs your jaw in his large hand.

“What is this? What are you doing?” His voice is gruff, so deep that you feel is vibrate throughout your sternum. You can’t help but stare in his dark eyes, getting lost in their depths as you try to think of a response.

“I was just… trying them on.” You finally reply, your voice low and meek.

He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes trail down your arms and then back to your face that was still being held by his hand.

“They suit you.” He runs his thumb over your lips, bringing it down to pull on your bottom one and drag over your chin. You can see something swirling in his eyes, something making a heat bloom in your stomach. He adjusts his grip on your jaw, grabbing you a bit tighter.

“Remove your clothes… but leave these on.”

Kuai Liang

• Keeps a neutral expression, but inside he’s entertained.

• Stands back and observes how you fidget with his mask to make sure it’s secured right.

• When he sees you pick up his kunai that’s when he gets a bit more alert but trusts that you have enough sense to not hurt yourself.

• Has an amused smirk on his face as he watches you click his mask into place and begin to gently twirl his kunai in a circle, arching your body away to not get nicked.

• He’s ready to step in if he sees you start to get out of hand but otherwise he’s enjoying you pretending to be him. He wonders briefly how you would look in his entire uniform and the thought has his smile grow just a bit more.

• Thinks about how his signature color of yellow would look a little too good against your skin and clears his throat before walking up to you.

“Shall we get you a mask of your own?” He mirths, a twinkle in his eyes. He grabs the kunai from you, adjusting it in your hands to have you hold it properly.

“Nah I quite like stealing and wearing yours.” Your voice is a bit muffled from his mask, eyes crinkling in the corners as you don’t even try and hide your smile.

His eyebrows raise, a quiet ‘oh’ on his lips before grinning. He tilts your head up with a knuckle under your chin, leaning down to whisper something in your ear.

“Maybe I will use it to silence you tonight.”

Tomas

• Contrary to popular belief I think he would be a bit more serious when it comes to you putting his uniform on. His uniform is a symbol of his honor and dedication to the Lin Kuei so he wears it with pride and doesn’t necessarily want you to wear it ‘just for fun’. Especially since he feels he has more to prove to his brothers.

• Taps his fingers against his crossed arms as he watches you adjust the top on yourself, running his tongue over his teeth when he sees you putting it on wrong. Goes up to you to help you put it on right, tugging it down and securing the straps. He’s not exactly gentle as he fixes it.

• You can see that he’s tense but all it takes is one soft look and he’s letting his shoulders relax and letting out a breath.

• You smile up at him and he takes a moment to look at you, taking in your features before dropping his gaze back to his uniform top.

• He’s more tender as he adjusts it, his fingers brushing against your skin. And when he goes behind you to check everything, he leans in close to your ear.

• His hands come around the front to pat you down, making your cheeks heat up a bit.

“You look good moje láska. Almost like a true Lin Kuei.” His voice is low and hot in your ear, a shiver running up your spine. He backs up and you turn around, taking in how he stands with his arms crossed, chin pointed up and out, light grey eyes shining brilliantly.

“I should put on the rest of the uniform then, huh?” You laugh, swallowing to sooth your suddenly parched throat. His aura changed, filling the air with a thick tension. He shakes his head, putting a hand up.

“Don’t bother, I’m going to take it all off anyway.”

He turns his hand palm up, silently demanding for yours and of course you comply. He tugs you to him, placing his hand on the small of your back as he takes his gaze up and down your body.

“I will teach you the true strength of a Lin Kuei.”

Liu Kang

• More laid back when it comes to this.

• Loves that you allow him to have these simple little moments with you, being a god doesn’t always give him the grace of having memories like these.

• He’s got a full grin on his face as he walks in on you wearing his headband and slipping your arms through the sleeves of his top.

• He can’t help but quietly chuckle as he watches you struggle to try and button it up, a thoughtful hand on his chin in amusement.

• He stays silent as he continues to observe you, biting back his laughter as you manage to get one button but then it immediately pops open.

• This time he makes his presence known, walking up to you to kiss your cheek and help with the buttons.

“You know this is meant to stay open, yes?”

You laugh and nod, feeling a small heat on your cheeks now aware that he was watching you fumble with his shirt this entire time.

“Seems like a design flaw if there are buttons for something that wasn’t meant to be buttoned.

His fingers start to do them but you place a hand on top of his to stop his movements.

“Leave it open. I should wear it properly right?”

His smirk takes over his lips, his hands dropping back to their sides and he steps back a bit. He watches you turn around, a teasing glance over your shoulder as you slowly drop his shirt off your shoulders. His glowing eyes taking in every inch of exposed skin.

Once his top is hanging in the crooks of your elbows, wastes no time in pressing himself against your back and putting his lips on your cheek.

“Perhaps I should show you how to properly take it off next.”

Raiden

• Thinks you look cute no matter what but in anything of his?

• Feels his love grow for you tenfold

• He walks into your room after a long hard day on the farm, shirtless and sweaty and fanning himself with a menu had had taken from Madam Bo’s. He couldn’t find his hat in the early morning so unfortunately he had to work without it in the blistering sun.

• He was ready to ask if you had seen it but stops when he sees it sitting right on your head, twisting and turning your neck to check yourself out in the mirror. He’s confused at first, wondering why you hadn’t given it to him in the first place.

• Until you say that you wanted to surprise him and fix it up.

• Blinks at you in shock because he didn’t think it needed fixing/that you noticed it wearing down.

“You… fixed it for me? Really?”

You nod and he can feel the tips of his start to redden, your kind gesture warming his heart and making him a bit flustered.

“I noticed it coming apart in some places and wanted to patch it up for you.”

His eyes soften and he looks at his hat on top of your head, admiring the fine work you did on it. You go to take it off but he stops you, removing your hands from the brim.

“It looks good on you darling, leave it on.” His voice is soft and steady but he can feel the blood on his ears rushing to color the rest of his face.

You smile at him and kiss his cheek, breathing in the scent of him working outside all day. It makes heat stir in your belly, having you nose your way up his throat and to his ear.

“Maybe it can be the only thing I leave on later tonight.”

Your suggestion has him flustered, stuttering out a response as he tries to form a coherent thought.

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