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joonberriess · 10 months

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p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader

g e n r e : baby daddy au

t a g s : sleazy!jk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, messy sex, half assed blowjob, rough sex, possessive!jk, he’s a jealous mess, he’s also like a lost puppy following you around, pervy!jk, dirty talk, light degradation, jk literally wants you all the time, oc is mean n cunty, but she’s also weak when it comes to him, me thinks he’s toxic, toxic!jk tag to be safe (for now LMAO), hyunjin gets put in his place three times LMAO, sex tapes, THIS IS NASTY Y’ALL

w o r d c o u n t : 5.5 k

s u m m a r y : “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

“Jungkook,” you sigh deeply, “I’m not kidding you can’t miss this, it’s his special day and he wants his dad there too,” You grit your teeth while digging through the pantry with your phone balanced on your shoulder, “No! I already told you what he wants to do afterwards we’re not just going to cancel those plans because you wanna show off when you feel like it. He’s six!”

You’re already irritated and Jungkook clearly wasn’t making things any better with his nonchalant attitude and condescending words/tone. “Jungkook–you’re not listening–”

“Baby I heard ya loud and clear, stop stressin’ that pretty little head of yours. Sounds like you’re about to pop a nerve or something,” Jungkook replies with that stupid laugh of his, “I mean I know a couple things that can help you relax.”

You close your eyes and count to three under your breath tilting your head back and pinching the bridge of your nose. “...Tell me to calm down one more time and see what happens Jeon Jungkook,” you go to say more but he cuts you off.

“I didn’t tell you to calm down, I said to stop stressing.”

“........” Oh this man had you mad already, and he wasn’t even here yet. You ignore his voice and shakily set down the bag of bread you had pulled from the pantry. This man was so fucking dead when he got here.

“Ow–! Baby what the hell?” Jungkook yelps as soon as he walks through the door, he’s holding his arms up to block the stuff you throw at him (and they’re not soft either). “Did I do something?” He whines.

You glare fiercely back at him, “Did you do something? Don’t act smart with me Jungkook, you know damn well what you’re doing. Stop acting stupid because you look stupid.” You hurl your son’s toy ball at him and perfectly strike his head, “Today is not the day you hear me, Jiho’s been looking forward to his recital and you’re not going to ruin it by being a deadbeat.” You seethe.

Jungkook raises his hands in surrender, “Baby all I said was to quit stressin’,” he walks over carefully in case you planned on throwing something else, “you know I’d never make my baby mad on purpose.” He wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you to his chest, “Is this a new dress? Looks sexy.” He teases as he sneaks his hand down to your ass and squeezes it through the dress.

“Don’t change the subject,” you shake his hand away and stare up at him, “and how do you keep coming in here? Nevermind that, stop coming in like you live here.” You grunted.

“I found the key under the doormat, you should really hide it somewhere else.” Jungkook grins as he tries to kiss you but he misses and ends up kissing up on the side of your face, “ “Don’t be like that babe.” He pouts.

You grumble once more and relax into his arms, “Swear to me you’re not going to mess this up for Jiho.” You grab his face and direct it towards you, “Swear it.” You stare into his eyes with a pleading look.

Jungkook nods, “I swear.” He gently squeezes you, “I only want the best for Jiho too, he’s my son after all.” You stare at him, as if you’re trying to find any hints of deceivement but you find none in his eyes, in fact he looks sincere for once.

“Okay..” You softly reply and let his face go, “I believe you.”

He does that stupid (but charming) thing where he smiles coyly, borderline smirking, as he stares down at you with those playful eyes of his. “Now what do you say we relax a little yeah? You’re looking a little too fine for me to let it go to waste baby..” He gently runs his hands up and down your sides, slithering their way back to your ass like he had them before.

You laugh in disbelief, “You’re ridiculous, I can’t believe you.” You shake your head as Jungkook leans down to bury his nose in the side of your neck, “Fine.”

Jungkook grins triumphantly as he spins you around in the direction of the hallway where the bedroom lies. “Lead the way lil’ mama.” Jungkook murmurs in a low tone, eyes dropping down to admire your pretty ass. You take his hand and lead the way, biting back small laughs of amusement as he encircles his arms around you from behind and kisses on your neck.

You stumble into the room and let the straps of your sundress slip off your shoulders but he stops you, “No, wanna fuck you in it baby.” He whispers in your ear as he guides you on to the bed, “Damn, you look so fuckin’ fine walkin’ around like this. If only they knew how I make you mine every night baby.” He stands at the edge of the bed, hands slowly undoing his belt buckle and jeans. His Calvin Klein boxers peek out from underneath in all their glory making your mouth water a tiny bit.

“And if I said this dress wasn’t for you? I mean, you fuck me every night but do you know who comes when you’re not here?” You lick your lips with a smirk, “You have no clue what happens when you’re gone.” Jungkook’s eyes darken at that, the way he looks at you is enough to have you creaming your panties.

“Oh yeah? Like who mama? Go on and tell me,” He climbs on the bed and flips your dress up, “does he make you cum like I do? Has you shaking n creamin’ this slutty pussy all over his cock?” He yanks your panties down your legs and tosses the ruined item on to the ground below, “Let me tell you something,” he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, “he may be here when I’m gone but you always come back for this dick baby.”

You bite back your moan from the utter filth he just spewed at you, your poor pussy’s throbbing from all this and you desperately need his tongue or something on you. “Jungkook,” you quietly groan, “if you’re gonna fuck around then let go.” You glare.

“Patience, wanna savor my baby’s sweet lil’ pussy.” He hungrily licks his lips, “You got a man starved sweetheart,” he goes down between your legs, “I’ll make sure you forget all about your..friend.” He shoots a wink at you before he disappears under your dress.

Jungkook’s hot breath fans over your poor cunt and it tickles your clit and sends a shiver down your spine in anticipation. Luckily he doesn’t disappoint and his tongue dips low between your dewy soft folds, licking upwards until he circles your clit. A long sigh slips past your lips, you slide your hands into his hair and grip the curly strands as a means to hold on, “Oh fuck..” You whisper.

Jungkook hums against your pussy and buries himself nose deep while he licks and sucks at your slicked up hole. His nose brushes past your clit, bumping it gently and causing tiny little jolts of pleasure. “Mm..” You spread your thighs wider to make more room for him. You can feel his tongue prod at your sopping hole, dipping in teasingly but not quite slipping in just yet.

He curls his hands around your thighs and groans low, you can see his hips rock up into the bed as he grinds his hard cock over the sheets. The sight sends shivers down your spine as you push your pussy up into his mouth, “Kook,” you bite your lip, “need more..”

Jungkook makes some obscene slurping noises before he pulls away, panting slightly before he dives back in, only this time he aims for your sensitive clit. He wraps his lips around the bud and suckles, moaning so the vibrations travel. A shocked moan leaves you, your eyes slip shut and you roll your hips like you’re trying to fuck your pussy into his mouth some more.

His fingers trail down to push into your sloppy cunt, a low lewd squelching noise audible in the background as he fucks his fingers in and out of you steadily. Your toes curl and you hike your legs up over his shoulders. Jungkook doesn’t take it easy on your poor cunt opting to fuck his fingers in at a fast pace. He swirls his tongue around your clit and flicks it repeatedly until he has you squirming from the rapid pleasure building.

“Kook,” you moan, “fuck–hold on,” you try to push his head away but he tightens his grip on you and moves his fingers faster at godspeed. “Jungkook,” you moaned loudly and arch your back.

He pulls away from your cunt and pants heavily, “Go on, cum for me.” He licks his lips, “Get ‘em nice and wet for me.” He smirks with hazy eyes, emerging from under your dress but keeping up that rapid pace.

Your lips form a small ‘o’ and your pussy flutters around his fingers, “Oh fuck..!” You cry out and reach for the sheets, grabbing and twisting at them as you thrash around. “Mmm..! Mm,” you throw your head back and gasp as your orgasm finally hits hard.

“There you go baby, that’s it.” He leans down to capture your lips in a smooth and slow kiss, “Did so good for me.” He purrs against your lips watching as you tiredly moaned and slumped against the bed, “C’mere mama,” he helped you sit up, “need your mouth on my cock.” He shoves his boxers down enough to let his cock spring out.

It slaps against his stomach with a lewd noise, making you bite your lip in desire. “Get it wet for me,” Jungkook strokes his cock with a low sigh as he slaps the tip against your lips repeatedly, “c’mon sweetheart.” He guides your head forward towards his cock with a hitched breath.

You part your lips and wrap them around the weeping tip hearing him curse under his breath. His hand tangles in your hair and bites down on his lip, “There you go baby, look so fuckin’ sexy with my cock in your mouth.” He guides your head back and forth, hissing quietly when you gently scrape your teeth around the shaft.

Jungkook moans low when your tongue runs over a sensitive vein along his cock. You give him a harsh suck slowly pulling off his cock with a wet pop, it slaps against your lips and you smirk up at him, “Like that?”

“Just like that.” He repeats and gently pushes you back, “Open ‘em.” He pats your thighs, “We got an hour left before we gotta go.” He murmurs, “and I don’t plan on letting you walk outta here without a fuckin’.” He’s so vulgar it literally annoys you how much it turns you on when he talks like that about you.

You bite your lip and hoist your legs around his waist, reaching down to replace his hand on his cock as you press the bulbous head against your pussy, rubbing up and down while smearing your slick around. Jungkook watches you with hooded eyes as he holds himself up over you, “Go on baby, slip me right in your little pussy.”

His cock throbs in your hand and you take pity on him, letting the tip slip right in through the mess he created of you earlier. Your lips part as you guide him inch for inch until he’s bottomed out inside your pussy, balls deep and hips pressed against yours. Jungkook moans quietly and tests the waters by pressing in deeply, he rocks his hips slowly just enjoying the feeling of your soft pussy wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck me,” you sigh out and relax, this is exactly what you were craving for, you never wanted the feeling to end.

“I am baby.” Jungkook grins and pushes up into you once more, “Pussy feels so fuckin’ snug around me, ‘s all soaked for me too, bet you don’t get this wet for anyone else.” He grinds in deeply, hips circling slowly as his cock bumps into your sensitive spots and has you seeing stars for a moment.

You let out a long whimper and shut your eyes, “Oh fuck, right there Kook,” you whisper, “fuck, fuck, fuck me please.” You whine lowly and reach down to shove your dress up higher around your hips, “Need it so bad.”

“Need what baby?” Jungkook leaves tiny kisses down the side of your neck and shoulders, “C’mon, wanna hear you say it. Let me hear that filthy mouth of yours, I know how fuckin’ nasty you can get.” He whispers in your ear, hips grinding in that one spot you oh so love.

You shudder in pleasure and moan uncontrollably, “Mm right there–fuck, oh fuck, harder baby..” You whimper out, eyes shutting and thighs trembling once again. Jungkook thankfully doesn’t stall any longer, he re-adjusts his grip by sliding his hands under your ass and gripping both cheeks before he begins plowing into you.

He drives his cock deeper, his hips slap against your ass with loud smacking noises ringing throughout the bedroom. You lay there moaning unabashedly as he fucks the ever living shit out of you in broad daylight. Jungkook moans and pants softly in your ear, whispering a bunch of utter filth that only makes your pussy squeeze his cock and weep around him.

“You like that don’t you baby. Always been such a little slut for me, ain’t that right? This pussy belongs to me?” He growls in your ear and suddenly pins you to the bed with his hand wrapped around your throat, “You think you can just run off with someone else baby? Oh not afuckin’ chance, because at the end of the day you’ll always come running back to daddy won’t you?” He snaps his hips upward punishingly, striking your g-spot over and over again.

You cry out weakly and wildly buck your hips, the question flies right past you and you almost forget he even said anything from how good it felt. Jungkook doesn’t take too kindly and smacks your cheek a couple of times to get your attention as he asks you the question all over again, “Mmm–yeah,” you breathe out all high and soft, “only yours daddy.”

Jungkook rumbles quietly in satisfaction before he lets you go and sits up on his haunches, he grabs your waist and uses it as leverage, he begins slamming himself in and out of your poor abused cunt. You almost cry from how good it feels, your moans are choked up and some come out as pitiful little whimpers.

“Daddy–” You throw your head back and brace your hand against the sheets. The force of his thrusts is enough to send you shifting up against the mattress, there’s loud creaking noises to accompany the skin slapping skin. It just sounds like filthy fucking at this point.

Jungkook bites his lip and moans under his breath as his eyes lock on your bouncing tits, he digs his fingers into your waist and grips you so tight you know you’re going to bruise. He throws his head back with a long satisfied moan, “Oh fuck,” he rolls his hips quickly, “you’re gonna fucking make me cum baby.” He whispers breathily.

You squeeze around him with purpose, “Cum,” you whine, “inside.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, not at least verbally, he lets out a series of lewd moans and whispers of promises. He smacks his hips into yours and reaches between you two to thumb at your clit, rubbing the bud in tight fast circles. Your orgasm comes as a surprise, feeling like eternity as you sob in pleasure and plead for more.

“Fuck..!” Jungkook groans loud and long. His cock throbs and he slams three more times before pressing himself balls deep as he fills you with his cum. “Shit..” He laughs breathlessly and runs a hand through his messy hair, “That was a good one..” He mutters with a slap to your ass as he collapses next to you.

You pant softly and turn to the alarm clock on the nightstand, “Thirty minutes.” You sigh and roll out of bed, “Get up we’re leaving.” You say while wobbling to the bathroom to freshen the hell up, “I mean it Jungkook don’t you dare make us late.” You call out from the bathroom.

Jungkook hums, “Let a man rest sweetheart, you practically drained my balls.” He replies with a sigh, “Probably made another kid just now.” He smirks to himself as he closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head.

“Seriously sometimes I wonder how old you really are.” You shake your head as you stand in the doorway observing his relaxed form, “And I wonder why I even let you back in either. You’re not useful for anything.”

He cracks one eye open at you and smirks, “Admit it, you love my cock too much to cut me off baby, you can’t deny I don’t rock your entire world. Without me who’s gonna fuck you till you’re seeing stars?” He sits up and ignores the fact that his limp cock lays out in the open coated in slick and cum. “Does my baby need another round?” He opens his arms with a mock pout.

“Get the hell out we’re going to be late you fucking asshole.” You grit your teeth and storm off to find your shoes you were planning on wearing to the recital.

“Ay-ay captain.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Mama, mama! Did you see me up there?” Jiho comes running over with pure excitement in his eyes as he hugs your legs and looks up at you with those little doe eyes of his that you oh so love (not so much on the father..).

“Of course baby, you did so good up there my little man is a star.” You coo back and squat down to his level, “A little birdie told me that we should go get some pizza and ice cream at the park. How does that sound to you my love?” You gently cradle his cheek and caress it lovingly.

Jiho’s eyes lighten up at the mention of all those things, but what really breaks your heart is the noise he makes when he finally sees Jungkook behind you. “Daddy you came?!” Jiho runs over to hug him tightly, “Did you see me? Did you see me?” He excitedly jumps.

Jungkook softens and leans down to pick Jiho up with ease, “Course I saw champ you killed it, hell I think you even did better than that Sunhye girl.” He smirks as Jiho giggles uncontrollably, “What’s so funny huh?” He coos tickling his son on the side teasingly.

“Daddy just said a curse word.” Jiho covers his mouth shyly and looks at you. Your heart melts and you reach over to gently squeeze his chubby little cheek.

“Did he now baby? But remember what mommy said? Mommy doesn’t want you to end up like daddy love.” You side eye Jungkook with a nasty little glare before going back to Jiho with a soft smile, “C’mon, daddy said he’s taking you out today.” You kiss his cheek.

Jiho lights up in excitement, “Really daddy?!” He throws his arms around Jungkook’s neck and kicks his legs excitedly, “I can’t wait! I’m going to show you my new car collection daddy, it’s so cool I barely got it last week when mama and I went to the store.” He rambles on and on before he pauses, “You are coming over…right?” He quietly asks.

Jungkook nods, “Of course,” he says immediately, “you know I will champ.” He softly smiles and presses a kiss to his temple, “Daddy will always come over when you want.” This seems to satiate Jiho who goes back to his cheerful little rambles. It shouldn’t hurt you but this time it does, and you hate the bitter feeling it leaves in your mouth.

The day passes by and night time soon falls, Jiho of course asks Jungkook to put him to bed after hours of playing together. It warms your heart to see Jiho this happy with Jungkook, you wish it stayed like that..

“Hey babe,” Jungkook passes by behind you with a sneaky ass grab as he opens the fridge, “finally put Jiho down, little guy was out like a light.” He chuckles under his breath fondly.

You smile softly, “That’s my favorite part of the day, listening to him talk about the things he did and the new stuff he learns.. I wouldn’t miss it.” You turn the sink off and dry your hands, “Are you staying the night?” You raise a brow.

Jungkook nods, “Eh, I figured why the hell not. I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyways.” He says and pops open a beer, “Plus I get to spend the night with my babies.” He winks at you.

You roll your eyes, “Of course.. Don’t you dare make a mess in my kitchen Jungkook.” You warn and walk off to the living room intending to watch some TV before bed. Jungkook trails after you like a lost puppy and you suppress a sigh, “What is it now?”

“Is it a crime to wanna be with you sweetheart? I’m sure you’d love some company right now.” Jungkook huffs and sits next to you on the couch with his arm thrown over your shoulders, “Aw c’mon sweetheart, don’t give me that look. Not after what went down this afternoon.” He buries his face in your shoulder and kisses it gently.

You sink into his arms and shoot him a glare, “Only reason I don’t kick you out is because Jiho’s gonna want to see you in the morning. If it were up to me your ass would be on the curb.” You grumble and pick up the remote, “And stop getting so close to me your breath stinks like beer.” You push his face away.

Jungkook’s shoulders shake as he laughs (obnoxiously in your opinion), “Fine, only cause you said so.” He says and gets up to head back into the kitchen. He re-emerges empty handed and in his wife beater tank top, his sweater is ditched and tossed to the side. “Better for you?” He holds his arms out.

“Yeah.” You turn back to the TV, “Now be quiet I’m trying to watch this.” You mumble.

Jungkook silently slips onto the couch right up beside you again. He slips his arm around and tugs you to his side with a quiet grunt. You grumble quietly and turn to face him as you push him back onto the couch and climb on top of him, “This is better..” You mutter softly and lay your head on his chest.

You don’t miss the way he smiles at you and hugs you closer, “Good night.” He says, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. He hears a faint ‘night’ and with that he lets his eyes slip shut as he falls asleep with a dumb little smile on his face.

“Idiot..” You whisper softly, surprised at how fond you sound at the moment, but he doesn’t have to know that.

A few days later you’re gone for work and Jungkook comes over to take care of Jiho. At first nothing too big happens, they play some games and then have breakfast before Jungkook takes Jiho out to the mall and then they come back to have lunch. Right now however Jiho was napping leaving Jungkook all by himself.

He takes one last look at Jiho before he slips outside for a needed smoke session. Jungkook always did like the view from your balcony, it gave him like a sense of peace and security whenever he sat out there smoking a cigarette. He really did feel at ease. He spends a couple minutes looking out at the sunset and city and then he checks his phone right after when he gets bored of that.

Jungkook’s in the middle of texting back Namjoon when he hears the doorbell ring. He frowns in confusion and looks back, you didn’t say anything about having anyone over or anything being delivered. He tucks the cigarette between his lips and makes his way over to the front door.

“y/n, hey! I was wondering if–” some guy standing on the other side of the door starts but quickly stops when he sees Jungkook standing in the doorway instead of y/n.

“Can I help you?” Jungkook leans against the doorway and eyes the guy up and down, “You lost or somethin’ kid?”

“Huh? Who are you? I’ve never seen you around before and y/n’s never talked about a guy before..” He trails off, eyeing Jungkook up and down too but only this time he doesn’t bother to hide his distaste for him. Jungkook’s aware of how he looks right now, and damn if he doesn’t look good.

“I’m y/n’s baby daddy, now who the fuck are you?” Jungkook snorts and takes a long drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke in the dude’s face.

The dude looks at him with a glare, “I’m her friend and neighbor.”

“Neighbor huh, good then you don’t need to be around then. I don’t take too kindly to random ass men trying to hit on my girl like that, because we both know you see her more than a neighbor so do me a favor and turn your ass back around unless you wanna really get to know me.” Jungkook flicks the ashes at him, “Nice meeting ya.” He grins and slams the door in his face.

“Friend huh..” Jungkook chuckles.

It’s late when you finally arrive home, you make a quick stop to get the mail before heading up when you’re stopped by Hyunjin, your adorable but annoying neighbor, “Heyy, what’s up why you out so late?” You smile tiredly while sorting your mail out.

Hyunjin looks bothered as he looks off to the side, “Nothing, just needed some fresh air you know? Anyways that’s not what I’m here for, I didn’t know you were seeing someone?” He says softly and when he sees your confused face he continues, “That guy up there? The one with tattoos and shit? He’s rude as hell.”

You internally groan, what did he do now.. “Yeah? Well, I’m not seeing him–seeing him…technically..” You trail off before sighing in defeat, “He’s my baby daddy.”

“Ohh, I thought he was lying or something because I thought no way would you ever go with someone like him. Much less have a kid with him.” He shakes his head, “He’s seriously a bad influence though, he literally was smoking in the house like you know how bad that can be for Jiho?” Hyunjin scoffs and shakes his head, “The nerve of him to call himself a parent.”

“Listen kid, whatever the fuck he does is very much his and my business. I don’t need your two pennies of a fucking opinion on my baby daddy, yeah, that’s my child’s father and what about it? I must have seen something in him if I still went and fucked him and had his kid. So don’t you ever speak on him again unless you want me to call him downstairs you little shit.” You glare and storm off to the elevators leaving a shocked Hyunjin in the back.

“Fuckin’ nerve of this brat.” You mutter and get your keys out, “Seriously.”

You walk into the apartment and are immediately greeted with Jungkook sitting there with a pissed expression. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You ask as you kick your heels off, “Where’s Jiho?”

“He’s sleeping, had dinner and went to bed.” Jungkook stands up and makes his way over to you slowly, “Who the fuck was that kid that came knocking earlier?” He cups your chin and tilts your head to face him, “He the one you fucking or what?” He grits his teeth.

You stare back at him annoyed, “He’s some dumb ass college kid Jungkook, and no I’m not fucking him. As if..” You mutter the last part and walk to the bedroom, “If you’re just gonna bitch about him sleep on the couch I beg, I’m so fucking tired from work I just wanna sleep okay? Bitch at me another time.” You sigh.

Jungkook kicks the door shut behind him and comes up behind you to hug you, “Mm.. Just wanna help my lil’ mama relax is all,” he says in your ear, “I already knew you two weren’t fucking anyways, he makes it so obvious.” Jungkook smirks as he kisses your shoulder, reaching around the front to unbutton your blouse, “Still he fuckin’ pissed me off.” He growls.

“I know, trust me.” You smirk softly and turn around in his hold and wrap your arms around his neck, “You’ll help me relax won’t you?” You whisper against his lips.

“I’ll do more than that baby.” Jungkook grins back.

Jungkook has you spread out for him on all fours, back arched sensually and your face buried in your pillows. Sweat glistens on his forehead as he moans under his breath whilst moving his hips leisurely, not in any rush whatsoever. Your moans are muffled but the sounds your pussy makes make up for it.

“Fucking shit, you look so goddamn perfect for me all bent over with that pretty ass of yours bouncing on my cock.” Jungkook grunts as he slides his hands down to your waist to steady you.

“Jungkook,” you whimper out as you lift your head from the pillow, “need it faster.” You push back on his cock and gasp shakily when he hits something inside of you, “Oh fuck baby right there,” you whimper out, “mm, mm.”

He moans in response and lands a heavy smack on your ass, “Yeah? You like it when I hit it right there baby? ‘S got you creamin’ all over my cock right now.” He gasps softly as he speeds up and fucks into your harder.

You eyes flutter shut and you stick a hand down between your thighs to rub at your clit in tiny circles, “I love it,” you sigh out, “feels so good.” Jungkook spanks you again and it causes you to moan loud over the noises of his balls slapping against your clit and your ass bouncing off his pelvis. “Fuck..!”

Jungkook sees your phone light up from the corner of his eye and he peers over, he sees it’s that fucking kid from earlier texting you shit about how he’s sorry. Oh Jungkook’s gonna make him sorry now.. He grabs your phone and unlocks it, immediately opening up your camera and recording, “C’mon baby, put on a show for me.” He purrs out, making sure his tattooed hand is in the frame resting right over your bouncing ass.

You moan louder and lift yourself up enough to stabilize yourself before you start fucking yourself on his cock just how he likes it. “There you go, atta girl.” Jungkook lands repeated hits on your red ass cheek, licking his lips when he sees his hand print linger. “Whose pussy this belong to baby? Hm?”

“You,” a tiny whimper follows, “ ‘s your pussy baby.” You moan back as you rub your clit faster, “Fuck right there,” you push back and circle your hips on his cock like you’re trying to spell coconut. He moans loud as your pussy massages his cock just right, he nearly forgets he’s recording in the first place.

Jungkook ends the video there with a middle finger towards the end before he sends it to Hyunjin and tosses your phone aside, “C’mere.” He growls out and grabs your hips before he starts fucking into you harder and faster.

The headboard slams into the wall repeatedly, the sound of skin slapping grows louder and your moans are borderline screams now. You shudder violently and fall onto the bed face first as your pussy squirts, you lay there twitching and shaking as you come down from your orgasm slowly. Jungkook’s lips fall open in a silent moan as he watches in satisfaction.

He cums a few minutes later, pressing in deep as he groans lowly, “Damn I almost said I love you.” He breathlessly says. You reach behind to smack his arm making him laugh, “What? It’s true.” He shakes with laughter, “Aaaa you’re so cute baby.” Jungkook wipes the sweat off his brow and pulls out slowly, “Damn.” He murmurs, laying down next to you, “You okay?” He pokes your side.

You tiredly roll over and stare at him with a goofy little smile, “I almost said I love you too.” You softly reply.

Jungkook smiles, “y/n…my love, mother of my child,” he begins, “I’m sorry, but can you make me something to eat? You sucked the life out of me and now I’m starving.”

“I fucking take it back you dipshit.” You glare and roll out of bed, “.....What do you want..” You ask after shuffling around the room getting dressed in your robe.

“Ramen? Please and thank you.” Jungkook gives you that little bunny smile that made you fall in love all those years back. Maybe you’re falling all over again…

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icysinner · 5 months

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❆⋆꙳•☃︎⋆꙳•✩⋆꙳•❅

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: eren is a better gift giver than you thought he was.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: not much, tooth rotting fluff.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.093k

secret santa was arguably the only thing that made christmas as a college student exciting. everyone knows that as you grow older, christmas gets less and less interesting, but with the right group of friends, it has the potential to be just as fun as when you lived at home with your parents and siblings. sasha always organized the secret santa event, just because she took every holiday seriously as if her friends were her children.

just eren’s luck, the one year he gets to be your secret santa is the year that up until christmas, your friendship was becoming a lot more than just friends, meaning he had to put together a gift that meant a lot, he had no choice, you meant a lot. “connie, i’m fucked.” eren complained as he paced back and forth in their shared dorm room. “you stressin’ over nothing, she already likes you, she’s gonna like whatever you get her as long as you put some thought into it.” connie replied, not looking up from his phone as he offered eren the advice.

while connie was right, eren wanted this gift to be more than just a friendly gift exchange, he wanted it to mean something more than just that. “that’s the problem, i have no thought.” eren said, his tone completely serious, making connie laugh at him. “okay, that’s fair. ask mikasa to help you, she’s a girl, she knows what girls like. plus she’s close to y/n, you’re like a close second to mikasa on her list.” connie’s suggestion showed just how little “thought” eren had, because he didn’t even think about asking mikasa, and that was your best friend.

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“so, are you asking her to be your girlfriend with this gift or is that coming later?” mikasa asked, being sure to throw in the whole girlfriend thing. to be fair, you and eren have been dancing around adding the title to whatever the two of you have going on. “i think i wanna ask, but i don’t know how to pair a gift with something like that.” eren said, mikasa was more surprised at the amount of time he was really putting into this, she’d never seen him think this hard before. (and they have an english lecture together, so trust her.) “i think that she’ll like whatever you get her. she likes a bunch of shit, pick one thing and do it.”

obviously eren had thought of that, but that was basic, and you have everything you like already. “okay, here’s an idea. make her a basket.” mikasa suggested, making what seemed like a lightbulb go off in eren’s mind. “actually… i like that idea.” eren said, a million ideas running through his mind at once. if you liked so many things, getting you all of them at once was obviously the best idea. oddly enough, eren trusted himself enough to make it completely on his own, it wouldn’t feel genuine if he didn’t, he thought.

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everyone was assigned a secret santa on december eighteenth, which gave them a full week to decide, put together and deliver a gift. eren spent the entire week buying separate things from a million different stores for this one basket. he only asked for help when he needed an opinion on a color or which gift cards he should put in the basket. he’d completed this elaborate gift, and now he had to shake off all his nervousness in order to actually give you the gift.

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eren

wyd?

y/n

not shit

eren

perfect

eren

don’t go anywhere or do anything i’ll be there in like 5 minutes

y/n

i’m nervous omg why u so cryptic for???

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obviously, eren was your secret santa, but that’s not why you were so nervous. if it was just a regular gift, why would he calculate everything so well? nonetheless, you were excited for whatever it was. you lived in a single dorm, but it was across campus from your friend group, which was the only downside it really had. after all of his perfectionist behavior, shifting the basket around a million times to make sure you could see everything he put in it perfectly before you took it out, he arrived at your door.

it took some building up for him to actually knock, and once he did, all of the nervousness he had multiplied yours tenfold. you nearly shot up from your seat to go answer the door, opening it to a smiling eren, holding a basket in one arm and a heart shaped box with flowers in the other. your eyes widened as your face grew into a smile. “eren, no way.” is all you managed to get out of your mouth as you stared at him in adoration and disbelief. “you’re not gonna be able to look at all of the stuff if you don’t let me in.” his words made you snap out of this trance you were in as you stepped out of the way to let him in.

eren took a couple steps forward and set the basket and flowers down on the counter, but he kept the box behind him. “look at what’s in there first.” he directed, because he knew you well enough to know that your curiosity would make you want to know what’s so special that he’s hiding it. you pulled all of the stuff out of the basket one by one, looking like a little kid under the christmas tree again. “eren, how much did you spend on all this stuff?” you asked, your eyes widening with every object you pulled out of the basket. “you worried about the wrong thing, that doesn’t matter. you like it, right?” eren asked, to which you responded with a nod. “then that’s all that matters.”

“i need to get a vase, i wanna keep these.” you said to yourself as you sat them up next to the basket to make space for the last thing eren was hiding from you. the small comment made eren smile to himself as he held out the box to you. you looked down at it, reading the red cursive letters written on the dessert. “yes, duh!” you exclaimed in excitement, taking the box from his hands and wrapping him in a hug. “i don’t even wanna eat it, i just wanna save it forever.” you said, making eren laugh at you. “you say that now, but i know you well enough to know you’ll definitely eat it.”

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saberlight1 · 5 months

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lost signals & tunes — coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, angst, mentions of violence, injustice in the districts, possessive!snow, trauma, kinda mean!snow, talks of a breakup, arguments, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: i’m back for round 3!!! i’m so happy that you all like this series so far as much as i do. here are the links to part 1 & 2, if you missed them. this one is sad and angsty, i’m sorry. the song y/n sings is by frank santra! anyways, i hope you enjoy this one! much love.

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Since your last real conversation with Coriolanus, he had been acting different. He was colder, and you didn’t know if you were simply going crazy, or if he just going out of his way to ignore you.

But regardless, you were hurt. When you tried to speak to him, he would say he had somewhere to be. And maybe he did, but you just wished he’d spend time with you.

You missed him, really.

Lucy Gray frowned as she watched you from across the room. You and the Covey were all getting ready backstage at the Hob where you were set to perform shortly. Even if you were cousins, you and Lucy Gray were brought up as sisters and knew the other probably better than you knew yourselves.

She watched you as you were deep in thought, and she knew something was troubling you. She walked over, and with a click of her tongue she gained your attention.

With a raise of her eyebrows you already knew what she was thinking. “Lucy Gray, please. Not right now,”

She raised her hands up in surrender, sitting down next to you on the couch. “I was just gonna ask what was wrong,”

“I’m sorry,” You sighed, rubbing your temple. “I’m stressed out,”

“Talk to me,” She softly smiled, her hand coming up to comfortably rub your shoulder.

“Coriolanus has just been acting weird, and I don’t know why. I think.. I think when we were at the lake I said something that he didn’t like, or something.” You vented. “Just ever since we got back, he’s been off. Or maybe I’m just delusional.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at yourself. “Christ, Gray, I’m loosin’ it.”

She giggled. “You got a bad case of the love blues, it sounds to me, Y/N.” She repeated the same thing your mothers used to say all the time when talking about past relationships.

A small smile blessed your features. “I think you may be on to somethin’.” You sighed, again. “I just wish he’d at least talk to me, y’know? Let me know whatever I’ve done, so I can fix it, or if he wants to break up just fuckin’ tell me. I hate when shit just lingers.”

“I know.” She shook her head. “Listen, if he doesn’t realize how damn good he’s got it, then he ain’t worth it. You know better. And I know you two got history and what not, but if he stressin’ you out so bad you can’t even enjoy a performance, I’d say ya need to talk to the boy.” She explained, shrugging. “Or leave his ass. You deserve better,”

You chuckled. “Only you, Lucy Gray, could manage to make me laugh while talking about my relationship problems.” You shook your head, playfully.

A smile came back to her face. “You know it, now, c’mon we got a show to play.” She stood up, holding her hand out for you to take.

She brought you over to the rest of the Covey, Issac immediately bringing you into a side hug.

“Aye, sis, you want me to kick that boy’s ass?” He asked, smiling goofy.

You laughed. “No, please.”

“Alright, alright.“ He shook his head. “Let’s go, folks!”

Once you all were out on stage, all of the struggles and worries wrestling around your mind faded, and a smile brightly displayed on your face as you sang along with your family. You didn’t even realize how fast it was going by because you were enjoying yourself.

Until you saw his smirk in that crowd.

You were scanning the crowd as normal, loving to see all of different people coming to together to enjoy music when you saw him. He was in the back of the room, alone, his arms crossed over his chest as he smirked at you.

His gaze almost made you feel uneasy, his sharp eyes boring into yours. Lucy Gray wrapped up one of her songs, turning on her heel and winking at you, her signal to let you know it was your turn on the mic.

You sighed before standing up, grabbing your guitar and walking up to the mic.

“Hey, twelve,” You smiled, looking at the crowd. “How y’all doin’ tonight, huh?” They all cheered in return, making your smile grow bigger. “That’s what I like to hear! Alright, here’s the song.”

Over and over, I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

You began, singing deeply and sharply into the mic, staring into Coriolanus’ eyes.

Once when you walked beside me,

That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew,

When we two were in love.

Your eyes burned into his as the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only you and him as you sang to him. He knew it was about him, most of your songs were.

And every bright neon sign turned into stars,

And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.

Each road that we took turned into gold,

But the dream was too much for you to hold.

Your voice boomed across the pub, the couples holding each other and the singles downing their shots in misery. You touched all their hearts with the song, somehow. His eyebrows furrowed as he truly listened to the lyrics, seeing how you wrote about your love and pain, and he wondered if it was still about him.

I mean, he hadn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t think him ignoring you for a week or two would push you this far.

Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

Days when you used to love me.

Issac and Cece took over for the music break, as you turned to blink away the tears that threatened to spill.

And every bright neon sign turned into stars,

And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours.

Each road that we took, it turned into the gold,

But the dream was too much for you to hold.

The tears only got closer to dropping from your eyes as you kept singing, just trying to get through the song. You tried focusing on the beautiful music the Covey produced behind you and put your all into your singing.

Now, over and over I keep goin’ over the world we knew.

Days when you used to love me,

Over and over I keep goin’ over that world we knew.

You finished with one last strum of your guitar, and the melodies of Lucy Gray and Maudie Ivory next to you. The crowd erupted in cheers and claps.

“Thank you!” You smiled as the rest of your family joined you, bowing. After saying your goodbyes, you stalked off stage as fast as you could, ignoring the concerned gaze from Coriolanus.

“Your singing was beautiful, I love that song.” Lucy Gray said as she walked beside you. “But I do want to give that boy a stern talkin’ to for makin’ you feel that way.”

You grabbed her wrist. “No, Lucy. Let me talk to him.” She looked at you with raised brows, the pair of you exchanging words with your eyes. Eventually she nodded, stepping forward and letting you walk.

You walked through the corridor that led back out to the dance floor, your eyes looking for that familiar face. But it seemed to be that he found you before you could find him, the man already walking towards you.

You crossed your arms, turning on your heel to walk deeper into the corridor so no one would be around. You knew he’d follow, so you leaned against the wall, popping the gum in your mouth.

“There you are,” He called as he turned the corner, seeing you standing there. He walked over to stand in front of you. “Y/N, that song—”

“Cut the shit,” You cut him off. “What’s been goin’ on with you, Coriolanus?”

His eyebrows furrowed at your forwardness. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you avoidin’ me. You been actin’ weird since the lake, Coryo.” You sighed, pushing yourself off the wall to get eye to eye with the man before you. “If this is about what I said about runnin’ away..”

He rubbed his temple, staying silent.

“Coriolanus, do you expect me to enjoy life here? Watchin’ people get hung every other day, scared for my own damn life? My families lives?” You threw your arms out, scoffing. “Why would I want to stay?”

“Because of me!” He cut off your rant with a whisper yell. “I wanted you to want to stay, with me. Or.. come with me to the Capitol.”

“You know how I feel about that.”

“I know. And I wish I could change that.” He stepped forward a bit. “Because I don’t want to be away from you, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened. “Coryo, I don’t want to be away from you either. Hell, I’ve been thinkin’ about you for weeks just because you didn’t talk to me,” You bitterly laughed at your own foolishness. “But, look, if this is gon’ cause a problem between us, then maybe we should just call it off here, ‘cause even if it’ll hurt like hell, if we don’t got trust in each other then we got dirt.” You shrugged, even though the words you spoke felt like a dagger to the heart.

“No.” He shook his head immediately, his hands reaching out to grip your hips, almost seeming to make sure you wouldn’t run. “I’m not letting you go, no. Definitely not over this.”

“Then what do you want from me?” You asked, your eyes flickering between his. “You iced me out for 2 weeks because of what I said, then when I give you a solution, you say no?”

“Because that solution is us not being together.” He said, firmly. “That is the last thing I want. This whole thing started because I’m afraid of being away from you, Y/N.” He finally admitted.

You sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me that? We could’ve worked this out together.”

His hands slid up your body to cradle your face. “I was afraid. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for this. I didn’t mean to hurt you,”

You looked down. “You scared me, you asshole. I thought you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

He frowned, tapping softly on your cheek to get your attention back onto him. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, I always want to be with you. We will figure this out, I promise you that. I.. I’m just not good with talking about things with people, y’know…”

A soft smile spread over your face. “Yeah, I know. Just.. talk to me next time, okay? I hate when we don’t talk.” You said, walking into his arms.

He sighed happily at the contact, nuzzling his face his your hair to inhale your scent. “I will, my love.” He sighed, pulling back and licking his lips. “That song, though, it was beautiful. What is it called?”

You continued to smile. “You didn’t figure it out? It’s called ‘The World We Knew’ and, before you even ask, yes, it’s about you.”

His smiled slowly faded. “I made you feel that way?”

You swallowed, your smile gone as well. “Coryo.. these past two weeks, I thought it was over between us. When I wrote that, I was trying to come to terms with it.”

“Well, now you know that we’ll forever be in that world we apparently knew.” He joked, making you giggle.

He leaned forward to place a loving kiss on your lips, causing you to moan against his lips. He pulled back at the noise, looking at you with a smirk. “I have just the idea to make it up to you,”

You laughed when you saw that glint in his eye, kissing him again. “Show me what you got, big boy.”

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honeyedmiller · 7 months

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Mystery | Joel Miller

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, teasing, sensual dancing, no outbreak, no use of y/n. 18+, minors do not interact.

word count: 1k+

synopsis: Tommy drags Joel to a club which he detests to, until he sets his sights on you.

if you really wanna catch the vibes for this one shot i highly suggest listening to Black Magic Woman by Santana as this is literally based off of this song

“Still don’t understand why the hell you’re draggin’ me to this damn club. ‘M too old to be clubbin’, Tommy.” Joel shakes his head as he rests it against the headrest of the passenger seat of Tommy’s truck.

“It’s for your own good, big brother. Work’s been stressin’ you lots. Y’need to relax.” Tommy lightly chastised his older brother with a small curl of a smile on his lips.

“What I need is an ice cold beer while I’m watchin’ the Cowboys playin’… at home.” Joel grunts, looking out of the passenger window.

Austin’s nightlife was crawling with young men and women down the streets where they could all bar hop, go clubbing, or grab a bite to eat. Everyone looked to be around Tommy’s age, meanwhile, Joel felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb.

He wasn’t even old, albeit he sure as hell felt like it. Probably looked like it too, to all these youngins in their mid-twenties.

Nerves and anxiety twisted in Joel’s gut. It’d been ages since he’d been out, especially to a club. He truly had no idea what the hell Tommy was thinking bringing him along, but he went just so Tommy would stop nagging him.

Brothers.

Younger ones, to be exact.

Tommy lucked out with a parking spot near the club’s entrance. The two brothers got out of the car, Joel immediately noticing people—women—were looking Tommy’s way. Hell, even men too.

Tommy walked very confidently. He was suave, collected, and knew exactly how to get what he wanted when he had his eyes zeroed in on the lady he wanted to talk to for the night.

On the other hand, Joel was a hell of a lot more reserved. Quiet, kept his hands tucked into his jean pockets, and was truly oblivious to every person who looked his way.

The bouncer knew Tommy well enough apparently, because he let him and Joel right into the club.

To Joel’s surprise, the club was actually playing decent music. There were plenty of people on the dance floor having a good time, and the smoke-ridden atmosphere was rather calm despite it being so packed.

“C’mon, let’s get a drink.” Tommy jerked his head toward the bar, and Joel followed suit.

“Tommy man, how the hell are ya?” The bartender shouts, bringing Tommy in for a quick hug.

“I’m good, Sam. Brought my brother Joel with me this time.” Tommy nods toward Joel, and Sam’s eyes shift to Joel. He stuck out his hand, which Joel shook.

“Nice to meet you, Joel.”

“Likewise.”

“What can I get for you fellas?” Sam asks, wiping his hands on the white rag slung over his shoulder.

“I’ll take a Modelo.” Tommy says.

“I’ll take whatever whiskey you got. Neat.”

Sam nods and pours up both of their drinks, setting them on the counter. Tommy hands over his card to Sam and tells him to keep a tab open.

“So what exactly do you plan on me doin’ here, Tommy?” Joel looks at his brother, taking a sip of his whiskey. It burned so good, making him grimace a bit.

“I already said it, big brother. Just relax. Dance. Have fun. Don’t fuckin’ think about shit for one night, yeah?” Tommy grabs Joel’s shoulder and squeezes it. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna head on out to the dance floor to find myself a nice lady to dance with.”

And just like that, Joel is left at the bar all alone. He doesn’t mind it too much. It gives him the opportunity to scope out the place and see what all the patrons are up to. He keeps sipping his whiskey slowly, eyes scanning the dance floor when he immediately stops.

He spots who’s got to be the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life, dancing the night away with her girlfriends.

Something about the way she moved was so enthralling, so captivating.

That woman happened to be you.

Joel couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Just like him, you tagged along with your group of friends to de-stress from the hell of a week you’ve had. Clubbing was your friends’ solution to relaxing. It took you a bit of coaxing, but now that you’re out and dancing, you’re glad you came with them.

“I’m gonna go get a drink.” You wrapped your hands around one of your friend’s arms, notifying them. They nod at you and ask if you want them to come with, to which you declined.

As you made your way across the dance floor, you spotted a man sitting at the bar that was already just blatantly staring at you. You found it a bit odd, but you had to admit, he was extremely handsome.

Rugged features and soft, dark brown eyes. What a mix.

You made it up to the bar and knocked on it twice, as if Sam could easily hear it. Sam saw you anyway and gave you a big smile.

“What’ll it be, sweets?” Sam asked.

You leaned over the bar right next to Joel, wearing a strapless corset top, skinny jeans that showed off your curves in every single right place, and some strap black heels that made your legs look like they went on for miles.

“Whiskey, neat please.” Your voice was sweet, Joel thought. Buttery. Thick and nearly addicting, and you’d only said three goddamn words.

Sam handed you your drink, and you grinned at him. “Thanks Sam!” You took your drink and sat down two barstools away from Joel.

Joel wanted to look at you some more, but he knew he’d be clocked as a total creep if he did that. He just wanted to admire you. Admire your features, the way your hands curled around the glass as you brought the glass up to your mouth, the way your red lipstick painted said glass once you took a sip.

You were a sight to behold, and Joel was fucking bewitched.

The man didn’t believe in love at first sight, but god, he might just believe in it now.

You looked over at Joel who was trying hard not to look at you as he swirled what was left in his glass. He glanced up at you when he felt your stare on him. Your lips were adorned with a soft smile, and he easily returned one.

You slipped out of your seat and into the one next to Joel, crossing a leg over the other as you faced him.

“Noticed you were staring.” You chuckle, and petrification crosses his features. His neck and ears burn bright red, and he looked down at his glass once more.

“‘M sorry. Just couldn’t help it. You’re beautiful.” He said shyly, and he was kicking himself for being so timid.

He just quite literally hadn’t done this in so long. He forgot how to have a normal conversation with someone he found so attractive. How to flirt. How to do anything when it came to women.

It’s like his brain completely short circuited, but you found it charming in a way. At least he wasn’t some douchebag trying to hit on you just to get in your pants.

“It’s okay. Thank you,” You chuckle, putting a hand on his knee. He froze at your touch, feeling like his body was on fire. No one’s ever had this type of effect on him. “What’s your name?”

He clears his throat and reminds himself to stop acting like a total fucking weirdo. To breathe. A gorgeous woman was talking to him. He couldn’t blow it.

“Name’s Joel.” He raised his glass to you, and you grin. You clink your glass with his, shoot the rest of the whiskey down and hop off the barstool. Joel’s mood faltered for a second, thinking that you were leaving him at the bar.

“Nice to meet you, Joel. Come dance with me.” Your doe eyes and pretty pout of the lips was something Joel couldn’t deny, no matter how much he wasn’t a fan of dancing. He downed the rest of his whiskey as well, leaving the glass on the sticky maplewood bar top before taking your hand that you had held out to him.

You led him to the dance floor, facing him as the current song was ending, and Black Magic Woman by Santana started to play through the speakers.

“I love this song.” You say into Joel’s ear, and he grins and you and nods in agreement. His hands find home on your waist and yours on the back of his neck, and the both of you start to move.

You were impressed by how great of a lead Joel was. The man didn’t like dancing much, but he was a hell of a dancer.

You swayed your hips to the beat, Joel easily keeping up as his grip on your waist tightened in the slightest. You stared into his dark brown eyes, a feeling of neediness surging over the both of you.

All you saw was him in that very moment. You both moved fluidly across the dance floor, unaware of all of the wandering eyes coming to rest their gaze on you both.

Once the guitar riff started to play, Joel spun you around so your back was against his front.

Got a black magic woman,

I’ve got a black magic woman

Got me so blind I can’t see

That she’s a black magic woman

She’s tryin’ to make a devil out of me

You leaned your head back onto Joel’s shoulder and reached your arm up, grabbing the back of his neck as your other hand grabbed the other one of his that rested on your hip.

He was feeling on the bolder side, so he slotted his face into the crook of your neck, resting his lips on your warm flesh. He leaves a ghost of a kiss in one spot before moving his lips up to your ear.

“So fuckin’ beautiful.” Is all he says before you look up at him with a saccharine smile, spinning out from him.

Don’t turn your back on me baby,

Yes don’t turn your back on me, baby,

Stop messin’ ‘round with your tricks

Don’t turn your back on me, baby,

You just might pick up my magic sticks

Joel’s grip on your hands was solid as he spun you around twice, catching you by your hips to pull you flush against his body. At this point you two were grinding yourselves into each other while still managing to maneuver around the dance floor, footing in sync.

It began to feel extremely hot in the club as your body moved with his, aware of him and only him. His scent, his eyes on you, the way your body seemed to fit perfectly with his.

You’d only just met the man a mere ten minutes ago, and yet, you found yourself so drawn to him. So attracted to him. He seemed to feel the same, the way he was looking at you like you were the only other person in the room.

Got your spell on me baby,

You got your spell on me, baby,

Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,

Turning my heart into stone

I need you so bad magic woman

I can’t leave you alone

As the song came to an end, Joel spun you around twice more before dipping you down, clutching onto your body so tightly as reassurance to you that he’s got you.

His face was only a mere few inches away from yours. Both of you were entranced, staring into each other’s eyes as your ragged breaths were slowly becoming more normal.

Both of you came back to reality when you heard people cheering for the both of you, looking around at your surroundings to realize that there’s been a space in the dance floor people left just for the two of you.

Joel stood you upright, hands still not leaving your hips.

You smirked up at the man, leaning up to leave a kiss on his pulsating neck, which left a bright, puckered shape lipstick stain in its wake.

“Thanks for dancing with me, Joel.” Your hands pat his chest softly twice before going to walk away from him, but he abruptly stops you by gently tugging on your wrist.

“Wait, darlin’, what’s your name?” He asks, throat going dry as you give him a sultry stare.

Your red lips form into a smirk as you wink at him, turning to walk away into the once more crowded dance floor, leaving him in the middle of the sea of patrons.

He was too stunned to even follow after you. Too stunned to move, think, anything, until Tommy pulled him out of his trance when he gripped his brother’s shoulder.

“Who the hell was that?” Tommy asks, looking just as bewildered as Joel.

“I… have no idea.” He breathed, putting his hand over where you kissed him on the neck.

That night, at the club, after him and Tommy went home, and as he laid himself to sleep, he was praying to whatever god of fates was out there that he was able to find his mystery woman once more.

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Sugar Sugar 8

Here we are… the first taste of sugar sugar smut 🫶 I’m sorry to have kept you waiting but it was for the world building 😭

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Warnings: talk of body issues, internalized fat phobia, etc, smut 😁

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It was that bad.

Sitting in her back office on the couch, their thighs touching, Y/N looked at him a bit slack jawed as she listened to him list off what he had.

“Harry… babe.” She whispered. “You have a bed… a dresser… a arm chair… a coffee table, maybe?” She shot him a look. “How does one maybe have a coffe table?”

“Cause it’s like… I think it’s supposed to be a entryway table.” The man scratched the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed. “I told you it wasn’t good! I didn’t have much.” He whined, looking down at the paper pad in her lap. It was cute, he noticed, with her shop’s logo on the top. “I need help. And who better than my pretty, creative, talented girl.” There was a bit of schmoozing going on, Y/N cutting him a look with a tiny smirk on her face as she scribbled down what he needed.

“So we need to get you night stands, a desk, a dining room table and chairs, a proper couch or love seat… a tv stand?” She looked at him but scribbled it out when he shook his head, clarifying his was mounted. At least that was done. “And bookshelves. Luckily with the look you're going for, it can be a bit mismatched. It’s easier to thrift.”

Harry and Y/N had sat on her couch with her laptop pulled up on Pinterest, beginning to make the board for his place. He was very 60s and 70s inspired, with the warm colors and round edges he seemed to like. Funky and cool but also grown. The color palette was her favorite part, considering she was on board with it too. There would be stuff they’d need to buy new, like paint and stuff like that, but it would be easy to get art and frames.

It was almost embarrassing to be this excited to decorate someone’s space- but it was Harry’s. Her lovers.

It still shocked her to think about. Her lover. He had his arm around her shoulders and his fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the ends of her hair, looking at her hand as she wrote things down. Clingy was a good word for him, physically, and Y/N had never imagined herself craving it just as much. But here she was. Eating up every single touch he gave her.

Delilah was manning the front of the store as Y/N took her break, sitting with Harry and getting a head star in it. “We can go thrifting this week when I’m off, and I know you’re letting Anika start her full time tomorrow yeah?” She placed the pen down, turning to look at him. What she hadn’t expected was his face to be so close, causing her to squeak a little as she jumped.

“Easy, darling.” He grinned at her reaction. There was no move made to go back. It was hard to keep his behavior good right now when she smelled so good and was so warm pressed against his side. Maybe it was partially how new the relationship was, but he was aching to get and keep his fingers on her. To be as close as physically possible. “I think we can do that. But you’re already stressin’ yourself out.”

The deep croon made her want to shiver. His voice was so close, and she could feel his body heat as he angled further towards her. His fingers tucked some of the stray hair from her face right behind her ear, leaning in slowly to kiss the underside of it. “You’re doing me a favor, Sugar. And m’so grateful for it, but you’ve got t’relax. Didn’t come to see you to get you all worked up. At least…” he chuckled against her skin, making the shiver she suppressed come to life. “Not like that.”

Her throat dried.

Holy fuck.

Harry was hot. He was attentive and smooth and sexy and his large hand held her thigh while his opposite fingers had moved now to trail down her neck. It wasn’t as if she was a blushing virgin with no idea how to handle a man- but god, this man was one that had her feeling frazzled.

“You’re a menace.” She huffed, squirming slightly in her seat as she felt the heat in her cheeks. “I just… I want to make it nice for you. Especially considering I think we should spend some time there ourselves. I can’t date you if you’ve got the whole lawn chair and TV set up, H. I can’t.” The tease made his mouth drop, a gentle smack given to her leg as he scoffed. Realistically though, he found it hot too. Knowing she could keep up with the banter. Enjoyed it.

“Okay? I have an arm chair. It’s upholstered and everything. Not a lawn chair. I am not a Reddit post.” He scoffed again, rolling his head back on the couch. “Jesus. What do you think I am? Hm? So rude t’me. Breaking my heart here, Sugar. Maybe I should start callin’ you salt.”

“Absolutely not.” Y/N quipped, scrolling through Pinterest with a chuckle. “I’ve got a sweet tooth and I’m dating a baker. A bakery owner, actually, so how could I be your Salt?” She nudged his knee with hers. “Blasphemy, actually. Can’t believe you’d even joke. I’m sweet as peach pie. I just don’t take your shit.”

Harry smirked. Oh, she set herself up good. The back and forth, the close proximity and in relative privacy, it was making him feel bolder and comfortable and his attraction to her feeling like it was bubbling over the pot… it was getting to him, really.

Cool fingers gently nudged her chin away from the laptop screen, Y/N jumping again slightly at how close his face was when she turned her eyes. Their noses almost brushed, a shaky breath exhaled over his lips. All the smart ass remarks dried up as he quite literally stole her breath, a slightly predatory glint in his eye. “Trust me… I know you’re sweet. Want t’find all the places you taste like peaches. Maybe strawberries..: though, I’ve got my money on my girl tasting like honey.” The drawl went straight to her chest, zapping her right between her legs.

Green glanced at her lips, back up at her eyes. She was so sweet, even with her salty moments. But never, ever bitter. Even then, he’s pretty positive she would find a way to make bitterness taste like citrus. “Lots of places M’gonna taste. You just got to let me.” He rubbed his thumb over her chin, leaning in to peck her lips with a quiet hum.

It lit her up. The nervous breath she released was covered again with another kiss, Harry taking his time with this one. His biggest addiction was her lips, feeling them press against his own. It was insane to him to think that so quickly in their relationship that he would be needy like this, that he felt like all he wanted to do was be around her. Yet here he was. Pressing slow kisses to her lips, warming her up a little bit. The warmth of her cheek bit into his fingers, caressing the smooth skin as he pulled back for a moment, letting the soft snap sound of their lips pulling apart fill the air.

Y/N swallowed the tiny bubble in her throat, making no move to pull away. It was hard because she had been thinking about his kisses since their date. He kissed her with a confident ease, a natural ability it almost made her jealous. She had found herself overthinking it a bit at first, but Harry was a natural leader, able to show her exactly how to follow him. She had the ability to lead, she had in most of her past relationships, but Harry gave her a bit of a choice. Letting a moment pass, she decided- fuck it.

Fingers curled into his shirt, shifting in her seat so she was facing him fully, she brought herself back to him. Kissing him again, there had been a weight lifted. Like Harry had been waiting for her to give him a signal, their undeniable tension cutting in as he mirrored her. He didn’t hesitate anymore, covering her lips with his. The buzzing she felt rang across her body, chills going over her arms as she leaned further into her and his hand went to her waist. There was no self conscious feeling, nothing but longing for his hands in more places.

The man could kiss. He could kiss and kiss and kiss and she would let him until her lungs gave out, a soft whimper leaving her throat as she felt him go ton pull away for a moment. His sticky lips pulled into a slight smirk against her swollen ones, nudging her nose with his own. “Shh. S’alright. Need you to breathe, sweetheart.” He teased, pecking her bottom lip and pulling back again. “Want you closer. C’mere.”

There was a slight hesitation in her as he tried to help pull her into his lap. Old Demons on her shoulders trying to pull her back as she took a breath, trying to move again only to be stopped by Harry’s lips pulling away from hers. “Shit. M’sorry.” He swallowed. He had felt her stop, her hesitancy and was acutely aware that they were in her place of business and the relationship was still new. His addiction to her had been clouding his mind but he hadn’t meant to push. “Don’t have to do that, got a bit carried away.” His fingers fluttered over her flushed cheek, feeling the heat he was quite fond of already. “It’s your pace.”

“No- no.” She squeaked. “Just- I want to. I really, really do. I love being close to you.” She reassured him. This was definitely not too fast, in fact she could go a few miles over his current speed limit- but the mental hang up was something she was trying to get over. “Just… don’t want to hurt you. I’m kind of heavy.” As muscular as he seemed, he was also not her size.

Harry felt a twinge of pain in his chest. Christ. It made him sad that she even had to think about that. That it was even a thought in her mind. That someone in the past had probably made her feel like she wasn’t able to do that to them. It was relieving to know he wasn’t the issue, but this was almost worse.

“Baby…” he coaxed. “I know that you’ve probably had these types of thoughts for a while, but it won’t hurt. Trust me.” He met her hesitant gaze. He didn’t like the nerves. Part of him wanted to get mad, wanted to feel insulted that maybe she would think he would be hurt by this or woulnd’t want it. But he remembered that she had mentioned being slow with it, to be cautious with her unlearning the things people had tried to hammer into her head. “Come sit on my lap. Been dying for it for ages. Want you on top of me… trust me.” He grinned lazily up at her, a dirty tinge to his words. “Love these hips,, your thighs. I’ve been thinking some dirty things about them.” He said bluntly. Hopefully it wasn’t too much.

“You have?” She whispered, looking down at his chest and back up to his eyes. All she had to do was look into them again to know he was telling the truth, but he nodded anyways. It had her flushing under her skin. Harry had thought dirty things about her, just as she had for him. “O-OKay. But you’ve got to promise to tell me if m’hurting you.”

His look was pointed. It wouldn’t hurt- but he sighed. “Yes. I’lll tell you. But you won’t hurt me, Sugar. Just get up here.” He tugged again, knowing she probably needed him to push her a bit to climb on. Her eyes avoided his for a moment as she finally gave in, straddling his thighs. It elevated her a bit, and she was extra cautious to not put too much weight on his body as she leaned back down to kiss him.

Harry, though? He wasn’t having any of that. His hands collared her hips, groaning into her mouth as he pulled her down to sit on his thighs. Y/N merely squeaked, being pressed into his body as he fully leaned back into the couch and pulled her with him. He had been dying to get his hands on her, but was something that the man had been hesitant about. Her comfort was key, though now he saw she needed a bit of a push. To be shown that it didn’t hurt. If anything, it turned him on to feel the heat, the weight, feeling her push forwards.

Y/N was shockingly aroused by his direction. How he took it without asking because she had been hesitant. Her kisses got a bit deeper, grabbing a soft handful of the couch behind him to keep balance as she sunk into the feeling. Harry felt so right, the fluttering in her stomach sinking lower to the hot place between her thighs. It wasn’t often that an actual man got her aroused, though harry never seemed to have that issue with her. The giddiness in her veins urged her forward, wanting to feel him squeezing something else. The languid stroking and squeezing of her hips and waist was amazing, but… she had a feeling he wanted more than just that.

Harry was curious when he felt her hand grab at his wrist, pulling it down slightly. If she wanted to have his hands somewhere else, he welcomed it, but when he realized the direction, he groaned. Her hand positioned his right on her ass, placing it directly where he had been thinking of grabbing. With the go ahead, he smirked a little against her lips and did as he pleased.

His hands were big, they knew where to touch, and it made her moan a little against his mouth. Cupping the bottom of her ass, he pushed her closer and squeezed. Fulfilling the dreams he’s been having every time he looks at her with her pretty dresses that clung to it, the jeans that accentuate it, he was in heaven. Feeling her warm, soft body leaning into his own, given the blessing to touch as he needed. “Fuck’s sake.” He whispered, awe in his tone as he pulled back for a moment. “You’re fucking amazing.”

Her flush felt hotter as she nervously giggled, looking down from his eyes to his lips. It was almost juvenile, their make out session on the couch, but she could feel her heartbeat in between her thighs and she wanted to feel more of it. “Shhh. I know.” Pulling from the confidence she had worked so hard to bring up, she pressed her ass back into his hand and gave him a smile that went straight to his damn dick. Nibbling lightly on her lip, she ran her fingers through the locks ahain and watched as he licked his own lips at the vision in front of him.

“Thank fuck. You should know.” His other hand came down and took hold of the other side of her ass, shaking his head in awe yet again. He hadn’t been able to touch her ass before and honestly, it was one that filled his palms and then some, which made him feel giddy. “If only you knew the things I’ve been thinking. You’d run far, far away.” The wolffish grin on his face made her brow raise. The half hard length she could feel on her thigh said otherwise.

“Try me.” It was a dangerous thing to ask perhaps, but Y/N was a glutton for punishment. She wanted to know exactly what it was that made his eyes darken like that, feeling the pride in her chest knowing she was the cause.

“Hmm.” He pretended to think about it. Of course, he knew he was taking a risk and it could be too much for her, but he wanted to see. Maybe she would like it. “Well…” he ran his palms over her ass, feeling the warmth through the fabric. “I’m thinking about how pretty my marks are going to be on this.” Starting a little tame for all intents and purposes, he watched her face and saw her tilt her chin a bit in interest. Not too much. “Want to feel it get hot from taking a few spanks, maybe even a bite. There’s plenty to play with.” A squeeze given made her exhale sharply, but she pressed back into it to show just how much she liked it. Still, no scaring her off.

“I’ve been looking at it since we met. I’d apologize but I think you like that I have been.” He murmured, leaning his head back on the couch. “Been thinking about how i moves when you walk, how perfectly shaped it is. There’s a lot for me to do with it. How I really want to see you in something short, see you bend over in it and give me a peek.” The experimental words had her attempting to clench her thighs, but he could feel it. Harry was well aware that she was liking this, liking the slight roughness in his grab. “And when you bend over t’tease me, how I’ll just…” he kept his eyes on hers as he pulled his hand back, giving the fullest part of her ass a swat. Her eyes widened for a second before hooding, a visible swallow as she shakily gripped his hair a bit harder.

The spank had gone straight to her cunt. Making her even more wet than she already had been, it was a miracle he couldn’t feel it. At least she hoped he couldnt. There wasn’t a man before who handled her this way, not in the fearless way she had wanted. “Shit.” He breathed, breathing getting heavier as the tighter grip in his hair had extrabated the arousal. She liked it. And he liked her. “Y’like that?” His hoarse voice was quiet, but Y/N heard him loud and clear, licking her lip before nodding quickly. “The spank, the image? Which one, sweet girl?” He wasn’t satisfied with just a nod.

“Both.” Her voice was weak, feeling hotter in the cheeks as he examined her every expression. Somehow it wasn’t too scary now, being under his scrutiny. He wanted to know what she liked, where to go from there. “Both, a lot.”

“Good.” His face became a bit more relax, a bit more cocky, and she found it to be extremely hot. “S’good. Cause I’d love to do more of that. It’s hot. You’re so fuckin’ hot, Sugar. Even more than you know.” Rubbing circles around where he had spanked, he continued. “You’re good for me. Haven’t scared y’off, cause that’s the tip of the iceberg. There’s lots more I’ve been thinking of, but you’re already makin’ me hard and aching. Just sitting here and kissing on you like a damn teenager, gonna make a mess of my pants. You’re amazing.”

The confirmation it wasn’t just her made her feel even better. He was hard against her thigh, she was getting sticky in her panties and honestly she was wondering how worth the risk it would be to just beg for him to fuck her. She wanted to melt and beg for him to turn them over and slip into her. That was too soon, but it didn’t have to be too soon to do anything, right?

In relative terms, maybe. They’d hung out quite often but gone on two dates. They were officially boyfriend and girlfriend but when was the definitive time when it started being okay? Y/N always thought it was silly, these unspoken rules of society. How time dictated what was appropriate even if both parties wanted it… maybe it was okay, if he wanted it, to touch.

“H…” she whispered, smoothing her hands over his shirt and placing them around his face, cupping the sharp jaw in her palms while the fingers curled around her cheeks. “I don’t think you could scare me off when I’ve been having dirty thoughts about you since we met.” Shuffling slightly in his lap, she sat herself fully on top of him. It took a bit of mental prep but his eyes gave her all the answers she needed. He was genuinely attracted to her, really going wild just by having her in the palm of his hands. The confidence boost was major.

“What if I want you to make a mess of them?” The words hung in the air for a moment as she watched him absorb them. “What if…” she released one hand from his face to hold the couch behind him. “I want you to feel good? Because I’ve been making a mess of myself since we’ve been kissing. Probably before that.” Her lips brushed his with every word she whispered. “You look so good today. It’s almost offensive. To come into my shop and be so.. beautiful.” She shook her head as she rubbed their noses together just a little in affection. “Made me want to get on my knees right then.”

The whispery tone of her words had him shuddering. Harry had been trying to be good with how far he took things. He really had only meant to kiss her, to make out like they had done since they’d first kissed, but she had the effect on him that made him feel like he was going out of his mind. “You did?” He hoarsely replied, sliding his hand up her back. “You’re just as bad as me, hm? What a perfect match we are.” The tease wasn’t much of a tease, though. It was the truth.

“Suppose I am.” She mumbled, lifting herself off of him a bit as she gave him a look. His face fell to confusion as he mourned the warmth of her body from his own, but froze as he watched as she sunk to her knees right between his parted thighs.

Oh.

“Baby- y’don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’m fine.” The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel obligated, but she cut him off with fingers tugging at his belt. There was this look on her face, this mix of arousal, nerves and cockiness. Need. He wanted her to be sure, but Y/N simply shook her head as the belt was slid through the loops, clanging to the floor. Warm palms met his thighs as she teased, throwing her hair over her shoulders as she gave him a soft pout. Barely there, but he could see it.

“I want to. I’ve wanted to since you’ve stepped in here, and you said such dirty things about what you wanted to do.. I figured I may as well show you what I want to do with mine.” Their locked gazes fed reassurance to him, and she felt comfortable. He did too. There was no pressure. He had made her feel confident today, made her feel even more at ease with him, and she wanted to express her gratitude.

“I could feel you.” She rested her cheek upon his thigh, trailing a finger over the bulge in his jeans. “Against my thigh. I could feel it pulsing a bit. You really liked having your hands on me. Made me feel… so sexy. Adored. Haven’t felt that so strongly, let alone so soon.” You could hear a pin drop as he stayed quiet, his heavier breathing the only interruption to her words. He was full of anticipation, seeing her lay her head so close to his covered cock driving him mad. She was a tease, but in the best damn way.

“I love your body.” He replied. “It’s… you’re incredible. Of course m’hard. Been hard for ages. Since I’ve met you, never gotten off as much as now.” His knuckle brushed her cheek as she continued laying on his thigh, adding another finger in her stroking of him over the material of his pants. “You’re making me crazy, baby. Just looking at you like that. Can’t wait to get my hands back on you.”

“Mm… not today.” She mumbled. Before he could retort, she popped the button of his pants. “You’re going to wait to touch me, and just know what when I’m all alone, I’m thinking about this.” Fingers slowly undid the zipper. “Right now, it’s about you. I want to get you off. Want to feel you in my mouth, give you a taste of what I can be like for you. And then maybe… when you’ve got proper furniture in your place… I’ll let you touch me on it.”

The wicked smile grew as her cheek left his thigh, tapping it to lift up as she began to tug down the pants. “How can someone be so utterly sweet, but so cruel?” He croaked. “I’m not selfish. I want to return the favor. But I can wait… if that’s what you want.”

“It is. You’re good for me, Harry.” She cooed back, pleased with how he gave her the reply she had been hoping for. The pants down left him with a pair of briefs, a slight stain from his own arousal making her smug as she tugged at the waistband. Her hand slipped inside, preening at the gasp turned groan that left his mouth as she fished him from the fabric and exposed him to her eyes for the first time.

He was beautiful. As beautiful as cocks could be, anyways. Neatly trimmed hair met a smooth shaft, large vein going up the side that made her mouth water. A ruddy pink tip, wet from the slit. Weighted in her hands, she could feel him twitch as she dragged her hand up him and closed her fingers around the tip with a hum, fully freeing him from the confines.

“Such a pretty boy.” She praised, taking him back in her fist before looking up at him. “May I?” The softness of her voice seemed to do something for him. He looked pliant and soft, but his eyes were heated. His hand went to her hair, gently pulling it from her face.

“You can do whatever you want to me, darling. I know you’ll be sweet. I’m not going to last very long at all, though.” It had his cheeks flushing to admit it but she had to be warned. Simply seeing her hold him in her hand was making his head a bit light. It had been quite a while. Before he had even left his old town, it had been a while because casual sex wasn’t his thing. Even still, he never felt the attraction quite like this beforehand.

“That’s okay.” She soothed, leaning her head down and pressing a kiss to the wet tip. “You’re quite big. Don’t want my jaw to be too sore tomorrow anyways, hm? Though I don’t know if that’s an option.” Her words caused hot breath to wash over the length, his body shivering again. Lips pursed as she spit thickly over him, using it as lubrication to stroke. Slow, tight, Harry’s mouth opened in a soft moan as she did so.

“Damn it.”

“Damn what?” She laughed under her breath, moving her hand so she could take a lick. Starting straight from the base, the hot tongue ran slowly from bottom to top, eyes locking with his as she did so. There was slight disbelief in them as she rubbed the head over the tip of her tongue while her hand returned it’s languid strokes. “Does it feel good?”

“It does. Feels fucking incredible.” He swallowed, spreading his legs further so she could get closer. “You look… perfect. Like you’re the only one meant to be there.” Any other fantasy he’s had about anyone else was suddenly null and void. No way would anyone else look as right sitting between his legs like this.

“Maybe I am.” Lips wrapped around the sensitive head of him, making him bite down on his own lip to keep from being too loud. He could feel her sucking him slowly into her mouth, tongue flicking right against the slit as she sunk down just a bit. The wet stroke of her fist was steady and firm, just the way he wanted it right now.

“You are, you are.” His breathing picked up as he cautiously wrapped the gathered hair around his fist. “Just like that, Sugar. Bein’ so sweet to me. My sweetest girl.” He praised, watching her pop off of him to spit again. It was a bit of a sloppier blowie but fuck, did he prefer it this way. Slow, wet, her eyes doing their best to keep on his. This was intimate. Hot. Of course she knew. Somehow, she had known what he needed since they met.

“Want to me your sweetest girl. Hope I’m the only one.” The tiny bit of possessive edge to her words was amplified as she took him into her mouth again, sucking a bit harder. Harry moaned in surprise, hips jerking slightly and making her take more- but she took it in stride, gagging a bit but pushing herself further. Trying to prove a point.

“Oh- f-fuck, you are. The only one, the only- shit, baby.” He gasped as he felt her gag again. This time though, she did it to herself. Stroking him slow and tight but feeling her contract around his cock with her mouth, it was bringing him close quicker than he wanted to. “I’m not going to l-last long if you do that. It feels too good. Been waiting so long for you.” Their natural chemistry had made the sexual one even better, Harry panting heavily as she paid attention to exactly how he liked it. Replicating the things that were making his breathing hitch or deepen. He couldn’t wait until he could do the same for her.

The mere sight was enough to bring him to the edge. Wet hand stroking up and down, lips stretched around as she lazily sucked before pushing deeper to make herself gag a little because she knew he liked it now, teary eyes and a few stains when she did it too hard and made herself cry a bit. It was a filthy painting come to life.

“You’re so beautiful. A fucking vision, Y/N. Been imagining it for ages but it’s even better.” His praises continued as she pulled off for a breath, a smile on those pretty swollen lips. Somehow, that made him throb. Her smile itself. It made him horny. As soon as her mouth went back down on him again, he knew. It was almost over. “M’gonna cum so soon, darling. So fucking soon, you’ve made me feel so good.”

The wet sound of her hand pumping him was dirty and hot, her other hand cupping his balls delicately as she brought him further down her throat again. He hated that it was so close to the end because it felt so good; this entire thing did, and he wanted to last longer. “Could spend hours in this pretty little mouth, down your throat. Feels like heaven, baby. Fuck, just keep doing that. I’m almost there. That’s good, good fuckin’ girl.” The depth of his voice changed, and Y/N knew. She could feel him pulsing, twitching as she continues the pace just as he had liked it. She only pulled off once more to speak to him in a slightly wrecked voice.

“Give it to me. Cum for me, I want all of it. Please.” She didn’t waist for his reply before going back, tightening her hand and sucking a bit harder, trying to coax it from him. It didn’t take much more at all before he was tensing, a groan that was a bit too loud of her name leaving him as he began his orgasm. The load spilling inside of her mouth which she swallowed promptly, stroking until he placed his hand over hers and used the grip on her hair to pull her off and back on top of him.

Hungrily, his mouth descended on hers, licking into it and getting a taste. It was then mixed together, her sweet mouth and his slightly bitter cum that she had taken from him without complaint. He was dazed and hot, pulling some more wet kisses from her before pulling back to breathe, her forehead resting on his as she tucked him back into his briefs.

“Fucks sake.” He exhaled in a puff, shaking his head with a laugh of disbelief. “Where did you come from, hm? How did you do that so easily?” His hands gripped her thighs and pulled her to lay on top of him, Y/N following with the newfound sense of comfort.

“Hm. Some say heaven, some say hell. I’d like to think I grew from the flowers.” The voice she gave was hoarse, a bit wrecked from the gagging she had inflicted in order to give him pleasure, but she would be fine tomorrow.

“Hm. I’d agree. Beautiful flower you are.” His heart was going a kilometer a minute which she could feel as she placed her head on his chest for a moment. Hers matched the pace, all for a different reason. “Wish I could I could be returning the favor but… you’ll give me what I want soon, yeah?” The words were playful but she knew he genuinely meant them. It kind of made her giddy, if she was being honest. No one had ever been this impatient to pleasure her, so part of her didn’t want to believe it but… Harry wasn’t lying. She knew that. Y/N had a good radar for that.

“I will. I’m not going to hold out too much. I don’t think I could take it, honestly.” Her poor cunt. It had its own heartbeat and her panties were wrecked, but she had perfect material to get off to later. “But thank you. For being so… you. I’ve never felt more comfortable doing stuff like this and… I dont know.”’she flushed, hiding her face back in his shirt. “Just.. know that I’m really comfortable and happy with you. And it means a lot that you aren’t truly upset I’m making us wait to do more.”

Harry sighed. It made him angry that he could feel that other people had most likely done that to her in the past. Sex and pleasure was all about consent. With no consent, no mutual understanding, there was no point. Harry wouldn’t do it. It was his most serious rule. “Sugar, I want more than sex from you, just to be clear. And consent is serious with me. You said not today, regardless of the reason, that’s good with me. Besides… I’m perfectly happy right now. A bit tired though.” The yawn ripped through him without meaning to.

“Sorry, sorry. You sucked the soul out of me. Literally.” The pair giggled, the giddiness of post sex catching up to them. Before the reality sunk into Y/N.

“Fuck. We definitely took longer than an hour. She’s going to kick my ass!” Y/N squeaked, sitting up from Harry’s lap and adjusting her clothes. “We got to go, I owe her an hour break too.” Delilah’s glare was no joke. Y/N did not want to be on the receiving end of it. She may be her best friend but even Y/N was secretly a bit intimidated by the power she held.

“Oh, oops.” Harry’s lazy smile was not understanding the magnitude of Delilah, but he zipped his pants back up as she tried to fix her hair. “Hey, relax. It’s okay. I’m going to run to the bakery and grab some more muffins and fix it.” No one could resist muffins, let alone the blueberry crunch. Right?

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🌸✨After the Appointment✨🌸

Commission for @lencilenlen 🤗💗 hope you enjoy this one! Thank you dear💐

Requested July 12 uploaded July 15💗

Word Count: 8156

Pairing: Naruto x Reader

Summary: Based off of Konoha 12 Dick Appointments, this story goes into depth on the relationship between reader x Naruto. What are their appointments like ?👀 Can reader handle the type of d*ck Naruto has to offer? And how long exactly can they keep this up for?…at least before one of them slips up.

Warnings: 18+, Overstimulation, nsfw, really explicit smut✨

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“So are you coming tonight or what?”, Temari yelled from the bathroom, having turned off the dryer she held in her hand, her brows furrowing as she impatiently waited for your answer. “Girl!”, she yelled again, popping her head out the bathroom to repeat herself, “Are you coming to the fucking party?”, “Damn, relax babe”, you said with a mouth full of cereal, pausing The Simpsons that played on the tv in front of you. “No I don’t think so”, you yelled back, pressing play again, munching down the last of your cereal, Temari walking into the tv room while you chugged the remainder of the milk down. Placing the bowl down, you looked up at her, standing in front of the tv in just her towel and her half wet hair, the bored expression she wore on her face already communicating her disappointment.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I think I wanna spend the day finishing up those assignments”, you replied, burying your hand under your bonnet to scratch your hair, yawning as you stared right back at Temari. “But you have all day, the party’s at nine pm?” She questioned, raising her eyebrow sceptically. “Yeah but knowing I have somewhere to be is gonna make me rush so I make it in time to get ready, so no, I’ll pass thanks”

“You’re fucking lying”, Temari quickly spat, making you lift up your hands in confusion, “Now why would I lie?”, “Because you probably just wanna fuck Naruto again right?”, she said, her statement making you gasp in shock. “If i wanted to fuck Naruto I could’ve just did that after the party, there’s literally no classes tomorrow. I just wanna chill this weekend without stressin about assignments damn”, you said in defence, standing up with your bowl to place it the sink. ‘Sure”, she said sarcastically, watching you walk past her. “Ino always has those parties anyway, can i just ski—”, you tried to say, your phone ringing loudly on the coffee table in front of the couch, both your heads immediately turning towards it. Of course it just had to be Naruto. “Woooooow”, Temari began, “Shut the fuck up”, you quickly said, rolling your eyes as you picked up the phone, watching Temari huff and clap her hands before turning on her heels and walking back to the bathroom.

“Naruto”, you answered, “Y/N…good morning sunshine”, he said, his voice so smooth and deep, you couldn’t help but smile, thankful that Temari was no longer in the room with you. “Hiii”, you squeaked, Naruto smiling to himself on the other end. “I’ve been thinking about you, how you doin princess?”. “Awww I’m okay thanks…how are you?”, “Hmmm, I’m not sure, I think I’ll be better once I see you though”. Damn Naruto, he could be so smooth sometimes, biting your lip to the thought of seeing him again. A faint arousal already forming at the pit of your tummy. “I’m actually busy today…”, you said, hating yourself for turning him down. “Awww, all day?”, he grumbled, “Well…maybe”. “Maybe what?, he quickly asked, hopeful for a change of mind. “I’m not sure…depends how long it takes me to complete my assignments”, “Oh, I see,”, Naruto responded, “Well, if you do finish them on time I’ll reward you”, he teased, his voice extra deep, that arousal now spreading down to your legs, the sheer memory of him making them feel like jelly. “Uhm”, you swallowed, the sound of Naruto chuckling calming your nerves. “Don’t worry princess, I promise I’ll be gentle this time”, he added, your entire body instantly heating up, a dull ache between your legs as you tried to think of something to say. Sensing that he scrambled your pretty little head up, he decided to help you out. “I’m guessing you wont be at Ino’s party tonight?”, he asked, and you quickly responded, feeling embarrassed for being speechless, “Yes!, yea…I wont be there…well, because i'll be focusing on my assignments.”, “That’s my girl”, he replied. “Well then, finish those assignments, i'll check up on you later on okay?”, “Okay..”

“Oh my god?”, Temari laughed behind you, making you jump where you stood, turning around to see her eyeing you from the kitchen counter, “He always leaves you speechless huh?”, “Shut up”, you said, speed walking to the bathroom to hide the smile slowly creeping up on your face. “It’s okay baby, I can only imagine how good that dick is!”, she yelled, laughing as she placed her bowl of milk in the microwave.

You shut the door behind you, leaning against the counter as you finally released the breath you’d been holding in since the phone call. Naruto really had a demonic hold on you. But even so, Temari was impressed with how you still managed to discipline yourself with your school work despite that, because she had a hard time thinking about anything other than Shikamaru when they first started out.

Your entire body was still a little numb from the phone call, and thinking about the “gentle reward”, Naruto promised you wasn’t helping. How the hell were you supposed to focus now? “Fuck”, you sighed, rummaging through one of your drawers for your rose toy. You need to free yourself from this horniness if you’re going to get anything done today. When was the last time you’d even seen Naruto, you thought to yourself, the warm water running down your body as you reached for a bar of soap and your loofah, quickly lathering it so you could get washing yourself over and done with. You needed to touch yourself or else you’d die, enjoying the high pressure of the water hitting your shoulders, scrubbing yourself down, your fingers grazing your nipple, making you freeze. You ran your finger over your nipple again, and again, lightly flicking it, trying to imitate the manor in which Naruto would tweak them, closing your eyes to let the memories play out. It was last week Saturday that you’d last seen him. He wasn’t his usual self. Something happened between him and Sasuke, so he came over to spend the night with you.

As much as he was there for you when you needed him, you tried your best to return the favour, even though Naruto’s stress was on a different level than yours. It was the second time he came to you for some stress relief and you’d quickly learned that he could be overwhelmingly rough and aggressive when he wasn’t in a good mood, even though you could tell he would try to take it easier on you. You took note of how highly irritable he was like this. Usually, he would talk you through your orgasms, especially when he was overstimulating you, and would always give you a break when you needed one, but last Saturday he almost didn’t give a fuck about you. It was all about him, you weren’t exactly sure how long it was, but he fingered you for a solid amount of time, holding your thighs apart with just one arm, rubbing fast circles on your clit whenever you started squirting, before shoving his two fingers right back inside of you.

You probably came five times from that alone, nevermind how he continued to finger fuck you in between thrusting into you with his dick. You cried like a baby that night, your body shuddering as you finally came, trying your best to hold the rose toy in place, once again trying to imitate how Naruto would force you to endure longer rounds of stimulation, hoping you’d reach an orgasm similar to the ones he gives you. “Fuuck”, you softly moan, cupping yourself after dropping your toy, unable to to last any longer. It was so much easier to last longer when Naruto was holding you down. He’s so freakishly strong that no mattter how intense things were for you, you could never break out of his hold. You misssed him, truly, panting in the now steamy shower as you calmed down from your orgasm…it was satisfying enough to get things off your mind a little, shutting the water off before stepping out.

Looking over at the time, you thought you deserved a break now, halfway through your second assignment, with two more to go. The time read 13:14pm, you were really in the zone, moaning as you stretched, the chair you sat on rolling behind you while you stood up. “Damn, let me get something to eat”, you yawned again, enjoying the quiet of your apartment since Temari was out running errands for the party, some soft music playing on your speaker. Reaching for your phone, you decided to turn it on and a few messages from Naruto immediately caught your attention. The text reading:

Princess, I can’t wait to see you again ;), how far along are you with those assignments?, along with an image of himself without a shirt on, a video game controller resting on his thigh next to a very prominent print, his arm stretched behind his head, his blond hair messy as he sat on his gaming chair. You couldn’t help but lick your lips, remembering how soft his blond locks feel between your fingers whenever you pull on his hair. The print in his sweats made you gulp, you needed to mentally prepare yourself for another night with him, the ache between your legs building up enough that you needed to move around a bit, unable to shake away the thoughts of Naruto slowly penetrating you.

As much as the two of you made a habit of fucking every now and then, he was just so big he always needed to slowly guide himself inside of you, encouraging you to let him in, his large girth too much for you to take all at once, never mind his length. “Oh my gosh…”, you sighed, deciding to stop fantasising over the image he sent you and simply text him back: I’m excited to see you! :), I’m halfway done, but how am I supposed to stay focused with you sending me such slutty images? Are you partying tonight?

Hoping he would say yes. You needed some motivation to get your work done, and knowing he’d be home all alone would be too much of a distraction. As soon as you put your phone down it buzzed, Naruto responding rather quickly. You picked up the phone, biting your finger.

I wanna see you this weekend, finish and come stay with me, we have a lot to catch up on, I’ll be really disappointed if I have to wait any longer…you know how I get when I’m in a bad mood, unless you want me in one on purpose?

You felt your heartbeat inside your pussy, your entire body warm again, the ache in your pussy now uncomfortable. You quickly responded: Okay, I think I’ll be able to finish by tonight…I’ll call you later.

Turning your phone off, you placed it in the back pocket of your pants, taking in a deep breath to calm your nerves. As much as you refused to admit it, deep down, it was pretty obvious Naruto knew how to make you submit. His sex was so intense the idea of him “punishing you”, frightened you in the most arousing way. You wanted to avoid it…but you also loved the idea of that happening. Well…let me finish my work then, you swallowed, returning to your desk completely having forgotten to eat, your arousal ruining your appetite.

Focusing on your schoolwork sometimes helped with getting your mind off of things. You were almost done referencing your last assignment when your tummy began rumbling. Fuck…I really need to eat, you thought, gasping when you realized how late it was. No fucking ways its already nine pm, it was still a bit bright outside…what the fuck. Laying down on your bed, you continued watching The Simpsons , eating some of the leftover pizza Temari had ordered last night. It was almost eleven pm, Temari probably went straight to the party after running her errands, the sky a dark orange as the sun set. Your phone buzzed where it was charging on the nightstand, your heart skipping a beat wondering if it was Naruto, and of course it was, who else would it be. “Hey Naruto…”, your soft voice like music to his ears. “Heyyy princess, what’s up?” And for the life of you, you just couldn’t get over how sexy his voice was, wondering what he was doing while on the phone with you. “I just finished eating, I lost track of time and only got to eat now at like 9:30..”, you said, rolling over to lay on your back. “Damn, were you focusing on your work?”. “Yeah, exactly haha”. “That’s my girl, I see you’re serious…so you’re done with that I’m assuming?”, he asked, his tone a little more serious.

You were thankful that your last two assignments were quick and easy, curious about how he’d react if you never got to finish. “Yea! I’m all done”, you replied. “That’s awesome, I’m glad you got it done, good girl”, he said, his praise making your stomach jump. You missed hearing him say those words. “Thank you…”, you squeaked, thankful that he wasn’t there to witness your blushing. “Sooo, sounds like you’re at home tonight?”. “Yea, I didn’t feel like going, Sasuke went though, since Sakura would be there”. “And you stayed in since I stayed in too…you copycat”, you teased. “That’s not true, I wanted to try out this new game, you know I barely have time to play with training and missions”, he quickly defended himself, “Haha sure thing babe…so is that all you’re doing tonight?”, you asked. “Well maybe if the gods favour me tonight, I can pick you up…and you can sit on my lap and watch something with me?”, he asked…a silence lingering for a few seconds. “I’ll try my best to behave”, he added, crossing his fingers in hopes to hear you say yes. “Okay that sounds good then…but when do you ever behave Uzumaki”, you teased. “Yes! Well, I’m coming to get you in a few minutes, be ready okay?”. “Okay!”

Overcome with excitement you immediately jumped up to grab your duffel bag, rummaging through your wardrobe to pack two pretty outfits, you already had some clothes you had left at his place that you’d just wear again, throwing in two pairs of pyjamas, packing your toiletries in a separate toiletry bag and a pair of sneakers as well as some slippers, already wearing a different pair of sneakers for the road. By the time you finished taking a shower and getting dressed, you heard a knock at the door, grabbing your stuff and placing them down before opening it. “Hey”, you blushed, trying to play it cool. “Hey”, he smiled, his taller, bulky frame crowding yours to lean in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist, easily lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Are these all your bags?”, he asked, looking over your shoulder to see them lying beside his feet. “Yep!”, you squeaked, lifting your head up to look at him, he smelled so delicious, like sleep and vanilla, your mouth watering at the thought of licking him. Without placing you down, he lifted up your two bags in his free hand and had you shut the door for him before carrying you to his hellcat parked in your driveway.

Gently placing you down, he opened the door for you, placing his large hand on your head as you went in to keep you from bumping your head against the top. You bumped your head there once trying to enter the car too quickly and he made sure to never let that happen again. “Thank you”, you smiled, Naruto winking at you before shutting the door. After packing your things in the back, he came around to join you inside the car, your minute of silence over as he stepped in, shutting his door, resting his elbow on the arm rest as he reached his free hand to gently grab the back of your neck, his fingers slipping in between your braids while his thumb caressed the side of your face, drawing you in close to kiss you, his lips much softer than you remember against yours, his hand on your neck keeping you in place as he prolonged the kiss, pulling a moan from you as his lips meshed with yours.

For a solid two minutes, he made out with you, refraining from using his tongue even when you tried your luck with your own, a soft whimper of frustration leaving your lips when he still didn’t give in. Unable to hold your breath in any longer, you placed your hand on his chest softly pushing at him, Naruto finally breaking the kiss, his warm breath against your lips from the little space he left between the two of you, his hand still on your neck, moving to palm your cheek, a small smile decorating his handsome face, dimly lit by the light in the car. “Hey”, he said. “Hey”, you smiled, genuinely happy to see him. “I missed you '', you couldn’t help but admit, worry filling your eyes when he didn’t respond. “I missed you too princess”, he finally spoke, making you release a breath you didn’t realise you held in.

There was something different about the atmosphere tonight, Naruto finally pulling away from you to fasten his seatbelt. “You ready?”, he smiled, his usual warm nature easing the anxiety that sparked up in your chest. “Yeah!”, you replied, Naruto putting his hand out for you to hold…as usual. He was always so sweet, but still, something about tonight felt different.

Laying down on him with your cheek pressed against his chest was exactly what you needed, Naruto’s big hands caressing your arm, back and occasionally rubbing over your butt, had all the built up stress from the week slowly melting away, your eyes droopy as you fell deeper into relaxation. Naruto had put on a really good action movie, one that you’d recommended for y’all to end the night, even though he knew you wouldn’t last throughout it. Your day alone seemed busy enough that he wondered if you needed rest, still chatting with you about your week to help you stay up. It seemed like you really wanted to.

“Yeah so I was just so annoyed with how she spoke to me, like I’m literally paying money out of my own pocket to be there, fuck her!”, you complained, venting about how bitchy your literature lecturer was towards you for being late on Tuesday morning. “Nah, fuck her seriously. If you need me to back you up I always can, you know that '', he said, hyping you up. “Yeah I know that, thank you”, you replied, the two of you barely concentrating on the movie. “So Sakura and Sasuke were really fucking loud enough that you cloudn’t sleep?”, you laughed, “They were so fucking loud I had my headphones on and I could still hear them”, Naruto whined, totally pissed off about the whole situation. Sasuke was his roommate, and they’d made a rule about loud fucking, which he clearly broke two times in a row.

The two of them just hadn’t been getting along lately. “That’s crazy haha, you can always come crash with me if it gets too noisy”, you suggested, “So Sasuke can think he won?” , Naruto asked you, making you giggle. “Maybe you can come over and we can show them how it's really done”, he said, a rush of heat flowing through your body as you tried to giggle his comment away, his hand brushing over your ass again, but this time stopping to firmly squeeze it, silencing you. “You know…I couldn’t stop thinking about you this past week”, he mentioned, his hand now finding its way into your pants, the thong you wore leaving your ass cheeks bare for him to squeeze, making him grunt in approval. “Really?”, you asked, “Even while you were kicking ass, protecting the village and stuff?”, you teased.

“I literally got hard in the middle of a meeting with Kakashi Sensei ”, he admitted. “No ways!”, you laughed, Naruto’s hand squeezing you hard enough your laugh quickly turned into a whimper. “Yes ways…it's getting bad y/n…you need to cure me”, he said almost helplessly, like this was life threatening. “Why are you wearing these in this weather anyway?”, he asked, a frown of disapproval on his face as he tried to tug on your sweats. You lifted your hips up to help him get them off of you, left in a pair of socks, your thong and your white mini tee. “Such a hassle huh?”, he teased, but you were too hot and bothered to acknowledge his comment, quickly growing shy and quiet as Naruto easily scooped you up to sit you on his lap, shifting up the bed so he could rest against some propped up pillows, shifting you so you sat in between his legs, your back resting against his chest and his hands began creeping up your shirt, cupping both your covered breasts in his hands giving them a gentle squeeze as he examined the weight of them in his hands.

Taking turns to gently squeeze and knead each soft mound as he spoke in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin, goosebumps appearing on your arms. “Hmm, it's bad enough that I might need you for more than just one night at a time”, he said, “What do you mean?”, you asked, trying to not whimper so easily, but you were melting under his touches. His hands just held a roughness that you’d grown addicted to, desperately wanting to feel the flesh of his calloused palms against your bare breasts. “I mean…I barely got enough of you last weekend. I want to take my time with you…until I’m thoroughly satisfied”, he spoke, squeezing both of your breasts especially rough at the end of his sentence, unintentionally grinding his pelvis up into your lower back, his erection poking you hard enough that it felt a bit uncomfortable. As much as you wanted to speak, you were so hot you wondered if your voice would come out right. Swallowing before opening your mouth, “Thoroughly satisfied?”, you asked in the softest voice, one he wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close to you, curious as to what that meant, is he trying to imply that you don’t satisfy him enough? What more could you possibly do for this man. You can barely handle things as they are already.

“Yea, but don’t worry about it too much, of course I’ll teach you how to satisfy me…if you’re willing to learn”, he said his thumbs flicking back and forth over your nipples, making you bite your lip to suppress any sounds, embarrassed to be moaning so early in the game. “What do you want me to do?”, you asked breathlessly, trying to control your tone so you didn’t whimper, but you couldn’t help but gasp loudly when he gave both your nips a firm pinch, your back arching at the sudden stimulation. You could no longer hold back your moans when he began tweaking them, the fabric of your shirt coupled with the pressure of his fingers too good to resist.

“Well, I can’t get over how responsive you are, just look at you”, he whispered, licking your earlobe and softly nibbling on it as he began tweaking your nipples a little harder, your body shuddering as you tried to adjust to the constant stimulation, rubbing your feet against the bed as you kept on arching into him, wanting more of this, the shirt you had on irritating you enough that you brought your hand up to attempt to lift it up, Naruto temporarily stopping his pleasurable actions to help you.

Cupping your bare, supple mounds and kneading them once again. They were impossibly soft, Naruto very faintly moaning in the crook of your neck as he fondled them to his heart's content. “Will you do me a really big favour princess?”, he asks, tweaking your nipples once again, a bit harder than before, softly nibbling your neck when you moaned loud enough for him to hear you. “I love how easy it is to have you making those sweet sounds princess”. “Okayy”, you whimper, biting your lip to try to tame the noises you wanted to make.

“You know what else I love, making you cum, listening to your screaming and the feel of you pulling tugging on my hair and scratching me, even when I’m working, I can’t shake away the way you beg and plead for me”, he confessed, increasing the pressure he put on your nipples, leaving you barely able to stop constantly whimpering. This was just too easy for him. “ Just like that princess. Do you want to satisfy me?”, he asked, your eyes connecting with his, the neediest look in your face as you nodded your head. “Yes”, you whispered, Naruto smiling, leaning down to take you in for a kiss, his tongue finally penetrating your mouth, one hand leaving you nipple to wrap itself around your neck, keeping you in place as he wrestled your tongue with his, softly moaning with you when you began sucking on it, breaking away from you to gently nibble on your lips, tugging on your bottom lip before sucking it, you could seriously kiss him forever, you thought to yourself.

Breaking the kiss, always sucked, keeping your eyes closed in hopes that he’d lean back in to continue, but instead, he placed both his hands under your arms, swiftly scooting you up so you sat up a bit more, Naruto pulling you down with him as he leaned further into the pillows, his hands now working on removing your thong, easily slipping them off of you, one of his hands on your thigh, holding you open for him. Spitting on his fingers, he lowered them to begin rubbing circles on your clit, sliding his middle finger further down your folds only to realise how much of a soaking puddle you already were.

Lubing up his fingers with your slick, he began making those circles with just the pad of middle finger against your clit, managing to kiss you once again, his mouth never leaving yours this time, his middle finger working those circles before alternating to flicking your bud, quickly making you crumble, your body jerking in his hold as began to feel your first orgasm creep up on you, softly moaning into the kiss, his finger unceasing its actions on your now sensitive bean. You knew what was coming, breaking the kiss to look at Naruto. This part right after one orgasm subsided was always the hardest to take, but it was just your first orgasm, you could easily handle this. “Ohhh”, you moaned, trying to keep your eyes on his as the pleasure began to build up again, feeling your second orgasm quickly gain on you, Naruto never faltering from the slow circles then fast flicks, his eyes never leaving yours as your oragsm finally caught up with you, your hand rubbing his arm, trying to handle the pleasure you wanted to endure for him. To satisfy him.

Before your orgasm was even over, his middle finger penetrated you, quickly followed by his ring finger, making you scream in surprise, his fingers immediately working your g spot, a pleasure way different from what you felt on your clit building up deep inside of you, Naruto simply watching all the desperate facial expressions you made, thinking to himself…cute.

It didn’t take long for you to feel like you’d cum again, this orgasm much more intense than the first two, your hand grabbing his forearm. You wanted him to stop because you couldn’t bear the pressure, but you were also aware of the kind of pleasure you’d succumb to if he didn’t stop, but the closer you got to orgasm the harder it was for you to not push him away, deciding to grip onto his shirt instead, uncontrolled whimpers leaving your mouth when you orgasm finally hit you, small spurts erupting from your pussy as Naruto continued working his fingers against your gspot, making you scream, the pleasure now unbearable.

Even though you’ve been through more than this, it was still tough to take, screaming a little louder at his onslaught. You couldn’t control how much you gushed as Naruto continued to finger you, “There you go princess, just like that, good girl”, he praised you. You were physically unable to control yourself, jerking in his hold so much that he had to readjust you to hold you closer to him, his fingers never stopping even for a second. “Oh fuck!”, you cried out, screaming again when you came once more, Naruto’s pants growing wetter with each passing moment, only focusing on your beautiful face as you rode out every orgasm so well.

“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job princess”, Naruto said above your whimpers, finally removing his fingers from your pussy to slip out from under you, placing you on your back against the pillows, repositioning himself in between your legs, kissing and nibbling on your thighs as you got comfortable, enjoying the sounds of your soft whimpers as your slowly came down from that intense orgasm. “You doin okay?”, he asks, his lips spreading into a grin tamer than his usual wild one, reminding you that there really was nothing to be anxious about. As intimidating as it was to watch him prepare to make you cry, like he did the last time, his aura still held a bit if compassion. But last time he was really mean, you thought, your heart skipping a beat at the memory of those soul draining orgasms, biting your lip when he planted small kisses on your clit, patiently waiting for your answer.

“Yea…”, you answered softly, your brows furrowing in worry as he parted your lips with his thumbs. “Mmmhmm!”, you involuntarily moaned as he began flicking your overly exposed clit, the pad of his thumb rapidly moving back and forth, over the swollen little bean, your mouth hanging open as you immediately began panting hard, Naruto’s eye’s the darkest blue you’d ever seen them as he observed your beautiful face. “You’re too cute to resist princess, I could play around with you forever”, he casually spoke, that same grin still dressing his handsome face, making you feel all too vulnerable as the pleasure quickly built up.

Without thinking, you brought your hand in between your legs to grab his thumb, your clit so sensitive you wondered if you could actually go through with such direct stimulation. Gently grabbing your wrist, Nauto raised a brow at you, “Why are you stopping me?”, he asked, planting another kiss right on your clit. “Mmm! Nooo..it's a bit much”, you spoke ever so sweetly, hoping he’d understand. “Princess, do you wanna satisfy me?”, he asked, casually darting his tongue out to lick a trail between your folds, your hips slightly jerking. “Yeaa!”, you whined, tears stinging your eyes from the sheer intensity of the atmosphere. Naruto could tell you were already overwhelmed, smiling at just how adorable you were, the mere thought of him eating you out was too much for your head to handle. He wanted you bad.

“Then don’t stop me again”, he said, his face suddenly serious as he guided your hand to his head, the feel of his soft hair gracing your fingers once again, “Or else I’ll just have to tie you up, and devour you to my heart's content”, he said as he winked, your tummy twisting at the sight of the predatory way he eyed your clit, spreading your folds apart with this fingers once again, his warm mouth instantly sucking on the little bean, quickly letting go with a soft pop, his thumb returning to continue torturing your clit, the loud cry leaving your mouth encouraging him to alternating with his actions, the heat of his mouth sucking your clit and the rapid flicking of his thumb resulting in another instantaneous orgasm. Slamming your head back into the pillows, the pleasure was incredible, your brain short circuiting when he decided to keep his mouth on you, his hot tongue circling your clit while he sucked. How could you be aware of how hard you yanked on his hair or how hard you accidentally kicked the heel of your foot into his shoulder as he forced you to this level of pleasure.

One second you were screaming and the next you were breathless, returning to your screams as you zoned out for god knows how long, bringing your other hand to his head to pull his hair hard, hoping you could get a break, unable to utter a word through your loud moans. How the hell were you supposed to satisfy Naruto if all your orgasm were gonna be like this intense. “Naruto!”, you cried, your voice cracking as tears began flooding your eyes again. “Fuuuck!”

Naruto simply couldn't get enough, the pain of your fingers nearly ripping his hair out his head not phasing him one second as he continued to suck and lick on your clit, your entire body spasming and you weren’t sure if you were cumming again or if this was the same orgasm, Naruto finally letting go when your squirting almost drowned him, spraying all over his face before he quickly moved his head to the side, your opportunity to quickly shut your legs, cupping your pussy as your body still violently shook.

Naruto let you be, backing away to stand up and pull his sweats off, freeing his raging hard before crawling back to you, easily separating your legs apart to lay in between them. “Haha”, he chuckled, grabbing your wrists in each hand to pin them on the pillows on either side of you. “Hey, hey princess”, he softly called, planting kisses against your warm face, hushing you. “Shhh, baby, you did so well, its okay.”

Wiping the tears off your cheeks, he wouldn’t stop kissing you, letting go of your wrists to wrap his arms around you, forcing your arms as weak as they were to wrap around his neck, slowly but surely catching your breath again, your clit so sensitive you decided you’d bite him if he touched it again. “There you go princess…are you okay?”, he asked, his question muffled as he nuzzled your neck, but you could still hear him, slowly gaining all your senses again, your legs numb and your tummy tingling as the pleasure still deliciously embraced you. “Holy fuck”, you whimpered, your fingers running through Naruto’s hair once again, gently scratching his scalp to sooth yourself too, the heat of his naked body pressed against yours comforting.

“Damn…that was intense huh?”, he said, “Are you okay princess?”.

“Naruto”, you whispered, your throat tender from the screaming session you’d just endured. “I can’t handle that at all…fuck!”. “What?”, he asked, slightly lifting himself up to look at you. “But you took that like a champ baby? That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen…you were fucking amazing, I can tell you’re gonna get used to this in no time, or how else will you keep up with me?”, he spoke, brushing a braid out of your face before planting a kiss on your lips, moaning at how soft they were, melting between his own, only able to enjoy the kiss for a little while before breaking away,

“Shhh baby, you’re fine, you’re okay I promise”, he reassured you. He could still feel your body slightly shivering beneath him and you couldn’t help but whimper every now and then. Maybe he went too far. “God…Naruto you promised you’d be gentle”, you whined. If you had the strength to slap him on his arm you would, but you were totally spent. “Princess I was being gentle…and you did a really great job taking it…thank you, I’m really impressed…but I’m not quite satisfied”, he said, rubbing the tip of his dick between your folds, your pussy so messy he was confident he’d slip right in…even if it had been a week.

He knew it could be a bit of a squeeze sometimes, but with how drenched you already were, tonight might go smoother than other nights. “Naruto!”, you whimpered, “Yes princess?”, he said, his dick twitching at how needy you sounded, not sure if you were begging or whining. “Ohh my fuck!”, you gasped, moaning at the stretch of his tip slowly digging inside of you.Your hand quickly crawled under his arm to place your hand on his hip. Naruto knew you could barely handle him, excited to wipe away all your incoming tears. With how slippery and tight you felt around him, he was sure he was going to wreck you tonight. “Shit”, he moaned, pulling back to try again, eager to go a little deeper but he needed to take your comfort into consideration.

Penetrating you again, he managed to go halfway, quickly kissing you to swallow the sharp scream that followed, repeating the action, refraining from going any deeper than he already was, waiting for you to loosen up a bit more. You couldn’t help the stream of cuss words and moans that fell from your lips while Naruto slowly fucked you, steadily pumping himself in and out of you, careful to only go halfway, the curve of his dick allowing the tip to massage your g spot in the worst way for you, your fingers digging into his side to manage the electrical pulses of pleasure running though you with every stroke. “Goood!!”, you whimpered, Naruto’s blue eyes lost in yours as he kept to his sinister rhythm, smiling every time your eyes rolled or you swore, breathlessly panting his name.

It took everything in him to not go feral as he took in your every reaction, thrusting a little deeper with every passing second. You could barely breathe, Naruto’s hand reaching for your lower back to pull you closer, groaning into your neck as he tried to go deeper, your pussy clenching him so well it was his turn to start panting. He was so deep inside of you, you couldn’t help but push his hips with your hands, wondering when you’d finally go insane, squeezing your eyes shut and opening them again, throwing your head back into the pillows moaning so loud Naruto knew you were close, your thighs squeezing him tight, but that didn’t stop him from moving his hips in circles, alternating between pounding you and rotating his hips, your moans now desperate, needy cries as he purposefully kept you on edge, thrusting deep inside of you and holding it there when he thought you were about to bust.

“Narutooo! Please! Fuck”, you begged, chocking on your words as tears fell down the corner of your eyes. “Okay princess, should I go faster?”, he asked, the sound of his hips clapping against yours growing louder as he picked up the pace, his face only a few inches from you, whispering words that definitely pushed you over the edge. “I’m gonna make you cum so fuckin hard do you understand princess?”, he said, his voice so low and deep, seductive enough to speed up the process, his hips moving faster, his thrust a little harder as he drilled you.

He wasn’t sure if you were begging or pleading, your words incoherent as you got closer to where he wanted you, your legs shivering on either side of him. “Yea, I’ll fuckin make a mess out of my little princess huh?”, he teased, grinning to himself when you finally came, your cries so intense he felt like god for a minute, you made him feel so powerful, so wanted, your pussy pushing him out as you continued to gush all over him, Naruto quickly grabbing his dick to rub on it, trying to shove it back inside of you, but you came so hard he needed to wait a while, opting to lower himself and spread your legs open, his muscles flexing as he held your shaky self down, drinking up some of the liquid pouring out of you, slurping your poor little clit while at it, “noooo!”, you cried, Naruto greedily sucking on your clit, keeping you on this mind numbing high.

There wasn’t much you could do to stop it, your entire body involuntarily convulsing as your brain attempted to handle the pleasure. Finally leaving your clit alone, he came up with a satisfied sigh, as though he had just drank from the fountain of life, wiping his mouth before nestling himself between your legs once again, bring each shaky leg on top of his shoulder, lining himself with your sopping puss, biting his lip as he sunk most of length inside of you with a single thrust, his thumbs wiping the tears now freely falling down your cheeks.

“That was amazing princess, again okay?”, he softly said. “N-nooo Na- naruto, br-b-break!”, you begged, choking on your tears, as he continued to thrust inside of you. “Uh uh…not yet, but I promise I’ll give you your break, sweet thing, I’m so proud of you”, he said, amused by your current state. He was seriously having so much fun, his hips smacking yours as he went a little harder. “Na-Naruto!”, you begged, only stroking his ego as he took pleasure in fucking your limp body to his hearts content. “Yes baby, look at how pretty you are'', he said, wiping the drool from your mouth away, your moans ragged and choked, screaming when he changed his angle just a bit, hitting a spot inside of you that caused a reaction that even surprised him. “Damnit princess, you’re fucking squirting, its so good huh? It’s okay pretty girl, cum as much as you want, I'll help you, there you go”

Your eyes fluttered open in the dimly lit room. You didn’t remember falling asleep, shutting your eyes tight to gather your memories, the intense ache between your legs instantly reminding you of the fucking down you endured. Attempting to shift, you couldn’t at all, a heavy weight keeping you pinned down to the bed, the feel of hot kisses pressing against your cheek reminded you of Naruto’s presence. “Naruto”, you whispered. “Oh hey princess! Welcome back!”, he happily spoke. You remembered that Naruto had the best mattress your body had ever laid on, feeling like you were sinking into a cloud with his weight pressing into you. “What happened?”, you asked, your body so numb and relaxed, you knew you’d be getting the most heavenly sleep of your life soon. “You passed out on me princess…”. “What?”, you asked, and you remembered. Naruto was fucking you hard enough that the orgasm you had ended you, moaning at the memory, your pussy aching as though it missed housing him.

“Yea…it might of been a little too much for you to handle baby. But I’m still so proud of you…even though you kind of left me behind there hehe”. “You didn’t cum?’, you gasped. “Oh…I’m sorry baby”, you yawned, enjoying the warm kisses he bathed you in. “I’d offer you a blowjob but i don’t think I can actually move haha”. You’d never felt so sleepy, excited to finally call it a night. “Oh no princess, you don’t have to move at all, but you are going to come one more time for me”. You’re eyes shot open. “What!”, you gasped, was it even possible for you to cum again. “Well babe I’d still like to cum too…”, he said. “Oh my god Naruto”, you whimpered at the feel of his dick pressing into your entrance, your gasp turning into a moan, the stretch a bit more intense despite the previous fucking. You lay on your front now, your thighs press together as Naruto dived deep inside of you, one of his arms wrapped around your torso, his other hand wrapped around your neck, his mouth right beside your ear. “You can surely handle another orgasm for me yes?”. His question came across as a challenge. Will you ever get used to this? “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of my princess very well, but you need to take care of me too. Fair?”. “Yea”, you whimpered, his hips moving slowly, Naruto’s dick now sensitive, he felt like he would come quick, wondering if he should just go fast and hard to speed up his orgasm, and spare you any more of this. He immediately set to a fast pace, thrusting his hips hard at the feel of your walls kissing every inch of his dick, the hand around your neck now covering your mouth to silence your screams.

You couldn’t do much to alleviate yourself of the pleasure, having to take it head on with Naruto’s weight pinning you down. “Princess”, he moaned loud, sinking his teeth into your neck as he increased the pace, your stomach dropping as you felt yourself reach your peak, screaming into Naruto’s palm, your throat hurt. “Fuck baby, you’re so close, i can feel it, wait for me im almost there!”, he moaned, whimpering your name as his thighs began shivering. All you could do was continue to helplessly moan, Naruto letting go of your mouth to grip the pillow beside your head, and you honestly wondered if you could handle this pleasure any longer, your entire body growing tingly as you also neared your peak, the two of you screaming each others names in ecstasy as you both came hard, Naruto panting hard against your neck, “I fucking love you”, he said, so in the zone he didn’t realize what he had just said, and you were too flustered to think about it too much, whimpering into the pillow your face rested on. Pulling out of you, he decided to lay on top of you for a while, both your bodies still twitching as you calmed down. “You’re the fucking best y/n”, Naruto confessed, rubbing his cheek against yours as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. You couldn't help but giggle at how mushy Naruto was, deciding to join in this silly moment. Why not after all. “I missed you so much, thank you Naruto”, you smiled, Naruto showering your face with more warm kisses. “This might be too much to ask, but do you think you can stay up for a shower? I don't want this night to end so soon”, he asked, making you giggle. “I’m spending the night silly”, you reminded him. “Yeah but still, I wanna spend more time with you before we sleep…pretty please?”. “Okay then”, you sighed sarcastically. “Yass!!”, you heard Naruto exclaim, giggling once again before he began seriously attacking you with kisses. “Naruto!”, you laughed, unable to push him off of you because of your position. “Okay haha, i just can’t get enough of those giggles, I’ll go run the shower then”.

You didn't think it was possible but you felt even heavier after your shower, Naruto literally did all the work for both of you. You simply had zero energy left to do anything. “You need to recharge '', he said, recommending none other than ramen, which you couldn't say no to. You really only ate ramen when you were with him, so why not.

“So uhm…”, you began to speak, clearing your throat, “You said some stuff back then”. “Oh..yeah..that”, Naruto blushed, his cheeks turning pink when he remembered all the sweet talk from earlier on. “I meant it though”, he said, scratching the back of his head, a soft smile on his face while he held eye contact with you. “I've fallen for you princess…what do you think about that?”. “Well, I’d be lying if I told you I didn't feel the same way…I’m falling for you too”, you shyly responded, playing with the boiled egg in your ramen. “Well, I'm happier being around you”, Naruto added. “Maybe we can spend a little more time together you know…engaging in more than just sex”. “What do you mean?”, you wondered, not sure if he was asking you out or not. “I’d like to be your boyfriend”, he said, casually scarfing down some ramen, looking over at you when you didn't respond. “Please?”, he added, smiling when you giggled into your hand. “Yes, that sounds good…be my boyfriend”.

The confession of love between the two of you did not alter your relationship all that much, apart from how often the two of you spent time together, your friends nothing but happy for the two of you…

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Now hear me out here… Miles Earth 42 x F!Reader dancing Bachata🤭 Orrr something like they are at a party and a family friend decides to dance a rather romantic song with us so Miles gets jealous. So many different scenarios with Bachata and dancing I wouldn’t mind fluff either where like they dance in the living room or smth I just love Bachata and romantic dancing ♥️😊

-J

Eres Mía ⭒ Miles Morales

Synopsis › Miles gets jealous and a nearly gets into a fight, so he makes it up to you by teaching you bachata.

Pairing › Earth-42! Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Inspo › Request.

Includes › ATSV SPOILERS, tooth rotting fluff, swearing, bad Spanish, jealousy, pet names, a tiny bit suggestive

P.S. › Thank you for this ask! I had so much fun. A nice change from the angst. <33

P.S.S. › I am now making a taglist!!! Lemme know if you wanna be on it. I also think I want to find mutuals and get more involved in the community…

When Miles asked Y/n to be his plus one, she almost couldn’t believe it. His delivery was cool and casual as if he didn’t invite her to a party with all of his family and closest family friends in attendance. They had become official a little over a month ago (though Miles swears it’s been longer), so the first family gathering was a big deal, a huge milestone most couples put off until much later. When she tried to explain to her boyfriend the significance of this event, he didn’t understand. “Don’t start stressin’. It’s jus’ my abuela’s birthday party,” she remembered him saying.

Abuela?

Abuela!

If his grandmother was anything like Rio Morales, Y/n would be walking into a lion’s den. Miles did nothing to placate her worries, making her do the exact thing he told her not to do: worry.

The weekend had arrived and so did the much anticipated birthday party. Y/n spent a considerable amount of time getting ready, choosing a tie front top with a cami underneath and satin skirt to combat the sweltering city heat. She double checked every angle in the mirror before leaving her apartment.

The corners of the gift envelope addressed in her elegant script were slightly bent from being clutched in her nervous hands all the way to Harlem. It was easy to find the building. Y/n simply followed the booming sound of music and laughter to the rooftop. The party was already in full swing. Half of New York showed up to celebrate Gloria Morales’ 70th birthday.

Y/n moved through the packed party-goers to the gift table, not seeing a single familiar face amongst them. She felt out of place. Does she introduce herself? Wait? Look for Miles? Certainly he wouldn’t leave her to brave his family alone. A tinge of panic settled in her stomach as she looked again.

“You lost, babygirl?” Y/n nearly jumped out of her skin hearing a strange voice beside her. The boy was taller than her and around her age or a little older. His feather duster of a mustache curved with his smirk as his leering eyes roved her head to toe slowly. Painfully slow.

She prickled, immediately raising her guard. “No, I’m just waiting for someone.” He glanced around, seeing everyone engrossed in their own conversations.

“I ain’ never seen you round here before. What’s your name?” Y/n hesitated to answer, but gave him a curt reply. “Thas cute. Real cute.” This was a party after all, the point was to mingle. And she didn’t want to seem rude. She had no idea who this guy was. He might’ve been a cousin, a family friend, someone who could easily say the wrong thing to the right person about her. “You know how to dance?” The night was starting to look very long.

Where was Miles?

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Miles was very late. On his way, but late. His mother has surely noticed his absence by now. Abuela was definitely asking about him. And Y/n…she was probably already there. He cursed himself underneath his mask. That last job was pushing it. There was no time to go home, change, and take the subway like he originally planned. Luckily, he knew a shortcut through the skyscrapers and shadows of New York.

The window of his abuela’s apartment squeaked as it slid open. Miles rushed to shed his Prowler persona in the guest bedroom and stuff the suit in his bag. In a second, he appeared to be a normal teenage boy despite the forming bruises. He prepared himself to face the wrath of his mother, grandmother, and girlfriend. What he was not prepared for was seeing Y/n about to be pulled to the dance floor by another guy. They were close. Too close for his liking.

Something burned inside Miles, one he was reluctant to identify—jealousy. Dare he say doubt? He was new to the boyfriend thing. Sometimes he said the wrong thing, silent at the wrong times. But he tried. Was Y/n already fed up? There was no denying she was gorgeous. She could pull any guy she wanted.

He stalked closer, effortlessly weaving through the crowd. “Oh, come on! I’m not asking you to marry me. Just one song.” The guy tugged at her again. Miles recognized him. Eric and his family were friends, though Miles only endured his presence when they were forced to be in the same place. They’d never gotten along, finding each other to be a nuisance and a relationship beyond neutrality unnecessary. But that little understanding might just end right here, this was not about to fly on his watch.

“I told you I don’t want to dance,” Y/n separated herself out of his grip. The sheer expression of disgust on her amused Miles. She found him as annoying as he did.

Eric made the mistake of reaching towards her again. He had the chance to back off and it sounded like he had been warned more than once. This was not about to fly. Miles decided it was time to interfere. He swiftly placed himself at Y/n’s side, his footsteps soundless, a skill learned from his…side hobby. “La escuchaste, cabrón. Retrocede.” Venom laced his tone, an unspoken threat at the tip of his tongue. The air turned to ice around the three of them. You heard her, cabrón. Back off.

The confidence drained from Eric’s face. He knew good and well Miles was not to be messed with. There were rumors about him and his penchant for beating anyone who pissed him off into the ground. “Ella es tu chica, Morales?” He stepped up to him in a vain attempt to mask how intimidated he really was. Miles moved Y/n behind him. She watched the standoff silently, keeping a hand on Miles’ bicep in case it went south. She’s your girl, Morales?

Miles tilted his head, sneering down at the posturing fool. “Sí, ella es mía. Ahora déjala.” Yeah, she’s mine. Now leave her alone.

“No estaba tratando de hacer nada,” Eric scoffed. He turned his attention back to the pretty girl hidden behind Miles. “If you get tired of this asshole, come find me.” I wasn’t trying to do nothing.

Miles lunged, thankfully, with some supernatural girlfriend sense, Y/n was quicker and held him back. Eric flinched, his fear visible for that split second. Heads turned. “You need to calm down, Miles.” Her hand made its way into his, gently pulling him away. He backed away, never breaking his cold glare from Eric.

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Together they left the party. Miles muttered curses in Spanish Y/n couldn’t catch as he stomped down the stairs. “Miles! Miles, baby, slow down!” She called his name again. “You not ‘bout to make me run after you in these shoes!” He stopped. His jaw was tight, eyebrows set low on his face, hands burrowed in his pockets to hide his balled up fists. Damn. Even seething he was gorgeous. “We talked about this. You gotta talk to me.”

He was silent for a few moments, he merely stared down at Y/n as she wrapped her arms around his middle. His heart pounded in his chest. (It was because of her. Miles refused to admit those lustrous eyes and her touch still had such an effect on him) “Ian like seein’ you wit him. Shit pissed me off. For a minute I thought…” She fixed his collar, avoiding his gaze to keep herself from smiling. “Nothin’.” Miles was jealous and willing to protect her by any means necessary.

Y/n heard the words left unspoken. Miles was a fortress locked up tight to keep the outside world out. But behind his many walls he was a boy with feelings and insecurities. “Miles, I’d never do that. I like you too much.”

“Yeah, I know, ma. Sorry for gettin’ all upset.”

“‘S fine. That’s not what I’m mad about.” She eyed the fresh bruises coloring his cheek and temple. “Where were you?” At this point, she was more concerned than angry. Miles wasn’t inclined to long conversations, but he was decent enough to send her a text. Although dry and vague it was something. Y/n would take what she could get.

Miles stiffened in her embrace. “I had to take care of some stuff. Don’t worry ‘bout it. Lemme make it up to you.”

“You owe me a dance.” Prying it out of him would get her nowhere. She decided to let it go. Just this once.

“A dance?” he asked. She grinned, happy to catch him off guard for once.

Y/n nodded. “Mrs. Morales told me you’re a wonderful dancer. Don’t be holdin’ out on me.”

His sigh was long and deep, directed towards the ceiling of the narrow hallway. Miles was in no place to refuse. He took her hand and started walking. “Alright, but we not goin’ to the roof.”

He led her to his grandma’s apartment. It was sizable and definitely decorated by an elderly woman. Y/n admired the photos sitting on the mantle. There was Rio and Jefferson Davis, dressed in white for their wedding day. She paused on a picture of an infant covered in paint, smiling from ear to ear with two teeth. She awed at Miles. He was so cute, so carefree without the shadows of the world dragging behind him.

“Ven aquí, mami.” He stood in the middle of the living room, hands outstretched, a song playing behind him from his phone. She peeked at the song as they joined hands. Come here, mami.

“Eres Mía” by Romeo Santos.

The song was unfamiliar to her. “What? You thought you was gonna to twerk and grind on me?” His low chuckle sent shivers through her. She didn’t answer. “Nah. We gon dance for real. Bachata.”

“Wait, Miles. I don’t how to—”

“Imma teach you. Two steps to the music. Thas all it is,” he showed her. Y/n mimicked him, each step hesitant and unsure, but Miles was encouraging and a surprisingly good teacher. “See? Easy.”

He raised his arms to spin her around and brought her closer. Y/n faltered. “Aye, come on, mami. I know you can move your hips better than that.” He repositioned, hands at her back and waist, his thigh between her legs, ruffling her skirt. Miles guided her across the floor, his fingers wandering to the trim of her cami, drawing a distracting trail of heat on her bare skin. Her own hands found their way to his nape, brushing his twin braids as they swayed to the beat. Soon she found her rhythm.

“There you go,” he praised, rolling his hips into hers. She followed. Her body trusted him. She trusted him wholeheartedly and fell into his lead.

They rocked together in silence, the song having long since ended. Miles nestled in the crook of her neck to breathe in the sweet scent of her perfume. “Thank you for helping me. I should have said so earlier,” Y/n said from above him.

“It’s my job, princesa.” Miles left the softness of her neck. “Eres mía.” You are mine. Y/n blinked while he returned to her warmth. She hoped he didn’t feel the way her temperature rose.

In three short months he made a place for himself in her life. He was the most unexpected surprise. She had a list of the ideal boyfriend and Miles Morales didn’t check off a single one. Yet everything never felt more perfect than in his arms, dancing to the distant sirens and traffic.

His phone buzzed from the end table. “Is that your mom?” He shrugged in response. “We should go.” Y/n suggested, but Miles’ grip only tightened.

“One more minute. They can wait.”

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luvv4j4ybe11 · 5 months

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Summary ~ cockwarming with jakeypoo🥰

‼️Warnings‼️~ cockwarming(obvi), pet names,praise,slight angst,dom!jake, sub!reader,cursing and that’s it, enjoy love<3

You were just finishing making dinner for you and your mate while you were waiting for him to come back home. Ever since he’s become olo’eyktan, he’s been getting home later and later, he’s usually always back home before eclipse and the fact that he still wasn’t here when you were finally done making dinner made you feel uneasy.

‘Was he hurt?’, ‘did something happen?’, ‘Eywa, please, let me know he’s okay.’ You anxiously thought to yourself while pacing around your hut. And just when you go to grab your bow to go look for him, is when he walks into your shared hut. Immediately causing a wave of relief to wash over your body.

“Hey, princess, sorry I came home so late, I had to help one of the younger warriors fix his bow.” He says while walking towards you and bringing you into a much needed hug, making your whole body relax and let out a content sigh. Pulling away he glances down at you, noticing the slight worry in your features. “Babygirl, what’s the matter?” He says while bringing his left hand up to push two braids behind your ear, then cupping your face and caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Nothing, it’s nothing. I’m just glad you’re home, tìyawn, really.” You told him with a half genuine, half lying tone.

Telling him how you felt about him coming home so late made you feel like you’d be a burden if he knew how you felt, so you kept silent.

“Babygirl.” he says sternly to get your attention. “you know you can tell me anything. So why are you trying to avoid my question?”. His soft,caring tone was enough to bring tears to your eyes, and to make guilt wash over you for not saying anything.

“It’s just..” you take a breath before looking up at him, trying to compose yourself before continuing, “it’s just that you’ve been coming home so late and I try staying up to wait for you, but I always end up falling asleep or if I do stay up you’re just tired and are in a mood..so I just leave you be. But I never wanna say anything because I don’t want you to be more stressed out than you already are. I just…I miss you.” You say in a soft tone, voice cracking from the sadness and guilt you felt.

Jake’s face quickly turns sympathetic, brows turning down and a slight frown appearing on his face.

“Oh,babygirl..” he says as he pulls you in for another hug, swaying you from side to side and rubbing your back, “I’m so sorry. I know I’ve been coming home later and later and it makes you worry but I promise, I’d never think of you as a burden. You’re the love of my life, the best mate I could ask for, and I wouldn’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me. Don’t want you stressin yourself like that,pretty girl.” He says in a gentle tone, his baritone soothing you even more as the tears stop flowing from your eyes.

Breaking the hug, he wipes your tears away and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, ”let’s go lay down, yeah?” Softly nodding your head ‘yes’ he picks you by your waist, making you instinctively wrap your legs around his and cling to him, resting your head into his shoulder.

Getting comfortable on the bed, you lay on his chest, engulfing yourself in his scent as his hands linger over your curves. Making slick quickly pool in your loincloth.

Noticing a change in your scent, a smirk appears on his face. “What’s got you all excited, sweet girl?” Lifting your head up to meet his heated gaze, you smooth your soft,dainty hand across his jaw. “Who do you think, ma’yawntu?”you say before crashing your lips onto his, engaging in a passionate kiss that quickly turns desperate.

The aching in your core quickly becomes too much to handle,causing you to grind against Jake’s bulge. Making him groan into your mouth. Without breaking the kiss, he swiftly gets rid of both of your loincloths,lining his cock up with your aching puffy folds. You squeeze his biceps for some sort of grounding. Whining and moaning softly once you feel the mushroom head of his girthy length pushing into your warm, wet, cunt.

“Mm, fuck baby, always so good for me.” He reassures you while placing a hand on your hip and rubbing his thumb back and forth on your soft flesh. You sigh before resting your head on his chest, letting him do all the work. Giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead, he slides the rest of himself into your warm,velvety walls that squeeze him even tighter once he’s finally inside.

Both of you are panting messes, trying to adjust to the feeling of each other after not having the time for intimate moments like this in a while. You stay like this for a while, holding each other close and feeling every ridge and vein of his dick against your gummy walls. And every once in a while, he’ll lift his hips up, brushing your sweet spot in just the right way, but not enough to make you cum.

Lifting your head up, you gaze into his eyes lovingly before giving him a gentle kiss. Slowly, you reach for your kuru, making him do the same. Both of the tendrils from your kurus flying around wildly,looking for each other to hold onto. And once the bond is made,both of you inhale sharply as you watch each other’s pupils dilate. Allowing him to feel how he’s perfectly rubbing against your sweet spot, and allowing you to feel your gummy walls holding onto him like a vice. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him hungrily, as if it was the last time you’d ever kiss him.

The feeling of your body being flush against his makes Jake groan into your mouth,cock twitching inside of you as your cunt throbs around him repeatedly. You grind yourself into him, making sure you clench your pussy around him every time you go forward. “Ah~ goddamn, babygirl, you’re killin’ me-mhm~.” He says while throwing his head back, hands wandering to squeeze the soft skin on your ass. You grip his biceps tighter, feeling your slick flow out of your pussy like a river, all because of him.

His ears perk up at this,’all that because of me, princess?’ He asks you through the bond, smiling at your flushed face. Causing even more of your slick to pool out of your needy cunt as you glare at him for teasing you. Jake groans at the feeling of your slick dripping onto his cock, bucking his hips into you softly, making you whimper at the sudden stimulation.

“Mhm~ jake! I can’t take anymore… please, I need you to move. Please..” You say through broken whimpers and sobs, voice shakey from the overstimulation finally hitting you. while looking at him with tear filled doe eyes, desperately bucking your hips against him to sooth the throbbing between your legs that’s making your head spin and body heat up.

“Alright babygirl,relax and let me make it up to you.”

A/N~ happy kinkmas babies!! I hope you guys enjoyed this bc I didn’t😭 I was so lost with this one and compared to everyone else’s this is such shit😭 but trust there’s better fics to come!! Eat and drink your water bbys🥰🩷

Duces🫶🏽,

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dovesbeauty · 1 year

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How’s this my fault? 2

Toxic!Shuriri x reader

Warnings : LQBTQ+, Poly relationship,Angst, crying, arguing, cheating, Toxic! Shuriri, mentions of weapons

Pt. 1

“I wholeheartedly agree with you….but…” I begin saying to my friend, Akita about her opinion on a new celebrity couple. “But!? No buts! I’m always right.” She says smugly while having an cocky smirk on her face as she brings her straw back up to her lips to drink her wine, “you didn’t even let me finish!” I playfully say arguing back, reaching in and taking the last of our chocolate “I don’t need to, their a Mid couple it’s okay to admit!” She states getting up off the carpet and refilling our snack bucket.

I’ve been staying with her for the entirety of my breakup with Shuri and Riri. it’s been about two weeks and I’m still not feeling myself but I’ve kinda pushed those feelings to the side because if they ever cared for me they wouldn’t have cheated like fucking assholes. “I don’t know..” I say dramatically drawing out the last syllable of the word “I mean, they are kind of cute..it’s just their personalities” i say, making Akita scoff at my opinion “I’m surprised they made it this long together.” The taller girl stated “don’t you think your a little biased since you hate both the artists themselves?” I say looking up at her with a small smile at our bickering “anyways…” she starts, changing the subject “your coming with me to a party.” She finished like I didn’t have a say. I’m sure she wasn’t asking.

I shrug and then begin to get a call, I look down at it ‘no caller ID’ i sigh and pick it up “Hello?” I ask, Shuri and Riri constantly calll me from different phones either fucking someone else to show they can move on or crying, begging for me back. It’s a cycle and I know I should ignore it but I don’t, I don’t know why but I enjoy it. “Hello?” I ask again before I hear a small sob “Babe…” Riri says in a weak voice “Riri?” I ask acting like I didn’t know who the hell has been blowing my fucking phone. “Come home, please…” Riri continued, there was a pause of silence until Shuri spoke up “darling we miss you..” she says quietly. I look up at Akita who already knows what’s going on as she puts a strawberry in her mouth as she scrolls on her phone giving me a glance, “why do you keep calling me?” I ask….

silence.

“So y’all don’t speak English now? Why do you keep calling my phone?” I ask, slightly agitated. I know I enjoy it but I do want to know, what’s the motive? They keep calling so they want something and it can’t be they miss me because then the sex calls wouldn’t make sense. “Baby..can we just please see you..?” Riri begs, “darling, just come home please…” Shuri says, her voice cracking. “Fine. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” I say quickly, hanging up before they can respond. I look up and see Akita staring daggers into my head, “you have to be joking, right?” She says with disbelief in her voice “nope. I’ll be home soon” I say getting up and giving her air kisses on both cheeks before going upstairs to get my purse since I was going to wear what I already had on,

I grab my bag and charger before heading back downstairs and going to the front door where my shoes were. “You’re dead serious?” She asked leaning on the stairs “yep.” I say grabbing my left shoe and putting it on first “well here,” she goes to a drawer and pulls out a taser “your ex is the queen of wakanda AND the black panther, bring this.” I finish putting on my right shoe and get up and take the taser. “One, they wouldn’t hurt me, two regardless if I had this or not, I won’t be doing shit with this to the Dora or Shuri.” I say putting it in my purse, “but to make you shut up and stop stressin, I’ll take it.” I say kissing her cheeks “love you” i say smiling “love you too..” she says with a half smile.

(Time skip: outside the house)

I pull up into the driveway and turn the car off, I get out and walk up the the door, knocking twice. The door opens to reveal Riri who had obviously been crying prior to opening the door, she looks mesmerized as she stares at me in the doorway “can I come in..?” I ask, breaking her out of her trance “of course…” she steps aside and i walk in. The house is exactly the same, scarily the same..my shoes that I left are in the same spot at the door, the couch looks untouched, the paintings I made unmoved, and the tv off. I hear the door close behind me and make my way to the bedroom where I assume Shuri is, I walk up the stairs and proving me correct, there she is, on the edge of the bed staring into space until my presence catches her attention. She looks the same way Riri did as she just stares with bloodshot red eyes, i walk into the room and stay standing as Riri goes and sits next to Shuri “What did you need? Why am I here?” I ask them plainly. Their silent until Shuri speaks up in a raspy voice “we need you…” she says handing her head, “why? Ran out of hoes to fuck?” I respond with a snarky remark. “Please, ma, just…please come home..come back..” Riri says tearing up, seeing my two ex lovers in this state almost made me feel bad and sorry for them.

Almost.

“If you made me come over here just to say the same shit you say in the phone, I think I’ll go..” I say turning around, but in a flash shuri is grabbing my wrist, crying. She falls to her knees and grabs both of my arms, laying her head on my stomach as she cries, begging for me to take them back. Now I feel bad. Shuri as been abandoned one to many times and has no family left, and Riri has bad attachment issues as it is, but I can’t let myself get hurt again, not anymore. I look down at her as she mumbles small ‘please don’t go’s and multiple ‘we love you’s. I don’t need to take them back, but I can’t leave them like this. “Okay..it’s okay, I won’t leave..” I say in a quiet tone, getting on my knees as Shuri wraps her arms around my waist and puts her face in the crack of my neck, sobbing. I don’t even notice Riri comes behind me and holds me, crying and begging as well for me not to leave in the other crack of my neck. I reach behind me and play with Riri’s hair to calm her down and I rub Shuri’s back to calm her too.

Soon they calm their breaths and look up at me with red eyes, sniffing. “Mommas, please…” Riri chokes out holding my forearms and kissing my shoulders softly. “Don’t do it again, and I need more time…” I say softly “also because of the phone calls, get checked for STD’S and AIDS…” I say making them chuckle and giggle softly “no, I’m so deadass.”

So this was part 2 and probably the last part but I can make a mini aftermath if you want, have an amazing weekend everyone! 🫶🏽

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ze0re · 1 year

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╭﹐❣︎﹕ Spider-Boy ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖭 𝖸．

cw/tw. fluff, spiderman!eren, black!reader

an. hey ya’ll! I’m back with another story. I got this idea by watching far from home and decided to say hey let’s write a Marvel AU of Eren and make him spider man lol. This is for the AOT and Marvel fans ‼️ But anyways hope you guys enjoyed this !.

summary. - spider-Man comes to your window, injured and beatin up which takes an unexpected turn .

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓! 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓! 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓!

How am I supposed to explain this to mom? There’s no way in hell I can explain how I have a busted lip, bruised ribs, a bloody wound on my leg and a swollen eye.

I groaned as I started to pace around on top of the building I was currently limping on every now and then trying to think of what the hell I'm supposed to do.. If i go home i’ll have to explain to mom on how i got these fucked up injuries. Man cmon! Think Eren think! Who else can I go to who I trust the most?..I can’t go to Armin because he would just freak out and ask me a bunch of questions. I can't go to Mikasa because she would scold the hell out of me and give me a whole lecture of how dangerous this is. I most definitely can’t go to the trio's house..For one Connie has a big ass mouth, two Jean would just clown me like he always does and Sasha? She would freak out.

Man, fuck..who else is there…

…

Wait?

..(Y/n)! I could go to her! She’s the quietest out of the friend group so that’s a good option to go for. And she lives close by which is perfect..considering the fact that i only have little to none strength. I smiled to myself before leaping off the roof top swinging myself towards where her house was.

Let’s just hope and pray her dad isn’t there..

“Oh my god, Hitch no! There’s no way in hell-“

“Oh cmon (Y/N)! If you don’t say anything to him now he’ll be snatched up in seconds.”

“I know..but I can’t! Do you know how embarrassing that is? What about..i do it over text? Yeah, that seems like the best possible option right now.” Hitch stopped what she was doing to stare at the screen giving her the ‘Are you being deadass?’ look. “(Y/N), you cannot, be serious right now..over TEXT? Bitch it’s better if you just do it in person- or better yet! Invite him over tomorrow and confess that way.” (Y/N) could only just groan into her hands, she was stressing out over a boy..

How ironic is that?

“Hitchhhh.” She whined. “(Y/NNNNN).” She whined back. “Man..i can’t believe I'm stressin over a nigga..who isn’t even a nigga. How ironic is tha-'' Before she could finish her sentence two loud knocks on her window had interrupted her. She furrowed her eyebrows together, leaning back in her chair to see what it was to see the one and only Spider-Man..

OUTSIDE HER WINDOW.

Her eyes almost popped out of her skull by the sudden surprise, there was no way thee Spider-Man..

the one man who’s responsible of being the hero of the city is standing outside my window..

This is really happening..”Hitch..imma needa call you back,” She had already hung up the FaceTime call before she had the chance to respond back.You got up almost in an instant to walk over to your window furrowing your eyebrows together to see him in a squatting position holding his stomach..you squint your eyes to roam his body more to spot a patch of blood on his thigh that was going through his suit. You gasped at it as you pulled your window up for him to enter. He groaned slightly sliding his body through your window, now standing in front of you giving you more view of what he looks like..and he’s fucked up. Half his suit was ripped, there was blood patches everywhere on his body, and a big stab wound that was in his thigh.

How the fuck is he still standing..?

So the sweet person you are, you motioned him to sit on the bed not caring if it gets dirty or not. Every rule of being a medical student you always put your patients first then anything else, as he limped to go sit on your bed you instantly ran to your bathroom to get the supplies you needed. While you were doing that, Eren decided to examine your room. His eyes darted to your wall where you hung up pictures of you, your friends, and him. He smiled under his mask to see a picture of him sleeping on the desk with drool slightly coming out of his mouth taking a selfie as you threw up a peace sign in the camera. He then darted his eyes to see him and you together with matching Christmas pjs doing silly faces, he smiled at the cute memory you both shared at that time.

It was cute you kept all these pictures of your friends and him hanging up on your wall. Before he has any time to look around your room more you came back with alcohol, bandages, cotton balls, a needle and the string they put in you for getting stitches (i don’t know what it’s called lol.), bandaids and some kinda cream for bruises. You walked over to the bed where he sat and placed the supplies down on your bed, you huffed out of breath and moved some of your braids out your face to stare at the injured man with a soft smile. “Okay! So I got what I needed and now i just need you to..” You pointed at his half ripped suit, “You need me to take off my suit?” You nodded slightly feeling nervous that the fact THEE Spider-Man is in your bedroom right now and might i mention..he was huge! At least 5’11 or 6’1 somewhere in between. But you can’t become distracted, your top priority is to help him.

He bit the inside of his cheek, before pressing against his chest, clicking some sorta..button? To deflate it, you almost choked on your own spit to see how ripped he was…he had a 6 pack with very attractive collarbones..you could feel heat go to your body just by staring at his body..

God he’s so hot.

Eren looked up to see what else you wanted him to do but grinned seeing you stand there like a frozen statue staring at his body. He chuckled a little catching you off guard, “You gonna continue staring at my body? Or you gonna help me webs” You shook your head out of your thoughts ignoring the fact he called you Webs starting to get to work ‘(You were mentally freaking out in the inside trying to keep your self restraint)’. “Sorry..” You mumbled, he only smiled under his mask shrugging his shoulders. You were so caught up in helping him that you didn’t even question why he came to your window all of sudden? And how he knows where you lived which is pretty strange..

You put a mental note to remind yourself to ask that question once you're done.

You decided to start with the small bruises that were on his stomach, putting some typa of cream on the bruised spots being careful to not press on them. As your fingers worked applying the cream he slightly groaned from the feeling..feeling how soft your fingertips felt against his skin as you put the cream on, you stopped for a second to question if you accidentally pressed on it which he instantly said no and just said it felt good. You only nodded your head and continued to apply it to his skin. After the last bruise on his body you now moved onto the hard part..stitching the stab wound. You got on your knees in front of him motioning him to take the rest of his suit off so you can inspect the injury. He smirked at the command, deciding to do what he does best..being a huge flirt. “Wow doc, getting me to undress already? We just met.” Your eyes widened at the comment he made, shaking your head instantly, there was no way he was making such comments while his thigh is half way gone.

“How could you be flirting with me when you’re a walking corpse?” She asked with a raised brow, he only shrugged his shoulders pulling the rest of his suit off to reveal the stab wound- and surprisingly it didn’t need stitches which was good, the blood had seeked all the way through his suit making it look like it was big but in reality it wasn’t. You grabbed the alcohol, cotton balls and bandages to get started on it. When you were done with his thigh you gave him the clear he could put his suit back on which he did, when he got it all the way on he pressed the chest part of it and it reflated back onto his skin. Now since you were done…questions are about to be asked,

Because how the hell did he know where you lived?!

“Okay, Spider-Man. First why the hell did you come to my house? Second how do you know where I live?? Are you stalking me?” You stared at him, I mean you weren’t complaining! Shi you manifested he would one day come to your window and well..look where we are now! This was the hard part for Eren, his dumbass didn’t think of any answers, so in the heat of the moment he had to think of something. “Uhm.. Well I heard from someone that you were a medical doctor.” You raised a brow crossing her arms, “Uh huh..so explain how you found out where i lived?” Shit..

He was caught at this point.

He stumbled on his words a little trying to find out the correct words but just sighed. “Look, don’t freak out when i show you this okay?” You raised a brow in confusion on what he was about to do,,you heard him sigh one more last time before he reached up to grab his mask, pulling it off to reveal..

“Eren?!” You yelled, with wide eyes. The person you helped and practically got a glance of his sexy body was Eren? My Eren?? “What the fuck?! When the- How the- WHAT?!” At this point you started to freak out, Eren was the all mighty Spider-Man? The one who kicks ass and saves the city 24/7? “Oh my god..” You whispered out, continuing to stare at your best friend with wide eyes, he only scratches the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “Hey..(Y/N)?”

Before you knew it..you threw the alcohol bottle at him earning a whine from him. “Hey! What was that for?” You scoffed. “You know exactly what that’s for you buffoon! You really kept this from me?? Ooo I outta... OOO you’re so lucky you’re injured because I swear to you I would've-“ Before you finished that sentence, you felt a thing being shot at you. You looked down to see he shot a web towards your stomach to pull you towards him, launching you into his chest, feeling his hand go to your waist holding you place. “(Y/N) There’s a reason why i didn’t tell you.” He sighed. You raised a brow. “One reason being because of that!” He laughed, earning a scoff and slight laugh, “Two because I have many enemies who target me, and if I told anyone my identity I knew, they would target my weakness which is you and the others. I couldn’t bare to live with the thought of your guys life being threatened because of me.” He spoke in a soft tone, you looked up at him with a now softened face and small smile. “Well now i know i’ll always be protected by my one savior and whose always there for me.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a hug,

He raised a brow “And who might that be?” He teases, you roll your eyes and playfully pushed him away. “You Spider-Boy.” You teases back, he furrowed his eyebrows with a smile. “What did you call me?”

“Mm..nothin.”

“(Y/N).”

“What? I didn’t call you anything.”

He only scoffed at it before pulling you back to his embrace. You were about to protest but got caught off guard when he placed his lips onto yours, you gasped into the kiss shocked that he did that. You didn’t even have enough time to kiss back before he pulled back, chuckling at your shocked expression. “You wanna tell me what you called me? Or do I need to kiss you again for you to do it?” You blinked a few times before stumbling on your words. “I think you gotta kiss me again to remind me.” He only shook his head with a smile on his face before he leaned down again to take your lips into his making it longer, giving you enough time to respond back. You pulled back after a few seconds, wrapping your arms around his neck with a smile of your own. “I called you Spider-Boy.”

“Really? ‘Spider-Boy?’” You nodded your head and pecked his lips one last time

“Yep..my Spider-Boy.”

Bonus:

“You know if you wanted to keep your identity from me..think of a better plan then just randomly popping up at my house thinking i wouldn’t notice.”

“Hey! I was injured and you were closer to where I was!”

“God..i know you’re stupid but you can’t be THAT stupid.”

“Okay first of all…”

“First of all what?”

“I- Well..!”

“Exactly!”

#eren jaeger #eren jaeger x black reader #eren headcanons #amazing spider-man #spiderman au #spiderman #aot x black reader #aot x reader #black reader #marvel #marvel x y/n #marcilezrr

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