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the-book-gnome · 1 year

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Distraction

Word count: 2.2k

Pairings: König x f!reader

Warnings: Smut, bondage, praise kink, dom!reader, sub! König, size difference, mask stays on(and the helmet) talk of anxiety, riding, penitration, p in v, unprotected sex, shy könig, (baby)

18+ only ! minors do not interact !

“Have you ever tried meditation?” The two of you were currently sitting in an empty safe house waiting for your captain and the others to show up. The team had gotten separated a while back. You'd been here for about an hour, both of you completely silent, listening for any noises that indicated someone was near. You weren't usually the talkative one, König was always the one to fill the silence but he seemed more anxious today.

“Why would I do that?” Königs gaze flickered over to yours, he was sitting up on the bed. His back was against the headboard, feet dangling off the edge. He was fiddling with the buckle of his belt, a habit you had picked up on a while ago.

“To help with your anxiety, I do it to clear my head, maybe it'll work for you too.” You spread your legs out in front of you. The floor wasn't a very comfortable thing to sit on but you didn't want to crowd him. Plus you had a better view of the door from where you were.

“I never told you I had anxiety, how do you know that? Who told you?” There was a worried tone in his voice, you could see his eyes widen slightly, and the rest of his face was covered by the sniper veil he was wearing.

A smirk grew on your lips as you watched him panic. The anxiety was so obvious it surprised you that everyone didn't notice it. “No need to panic baby, it was just a question,” You leaned your head back against the wall closing your eyes.

Königs replay came a few seconds later, “W-well I don't alright,” You could hear his heavy breaths from across the room. If a little pet name shook him you wondered how much it would take to say to make him start begging for you.

“Mhm, whatever you say,” Silence took over again. You could feel him staring at you, his fidgeting had stopped. You already knew how he felt about you. With him always staring at you when he didn't think you would notice or when he would volunteer himself to go on missions with you. Or for example this exact situation. He wasn't supposed to be with you on this mission, he was supposed to stay with the rest of the group but he convinced the captain that you'd be safer with someone watching your back. It was pure luck that everything went to shit the two of you need up here together. Alone.

König watched you intently. You always looked so beautiful, even if you were covered in dirt or blood. He could swear his heart stopped when you called him that. His entire body lit up including his dick, he tried to hide the growing bulge in his pants but he had a feeling you knew. You never really spoke, especially not to him, but he always found you so intriguing. He loved that you were so small compared to him. To be fair everyone was, that's what happened when you were 6’10” but you were special. He thought so at least. “Do you think it would work? The meditating?”

“That, among other things,” When you opened your eyes you found him staring down at his lap. You stood up from the floor and leaned against the wall, peeking out the doorway to make sure you didn’t miss anything.

“Like what?” König’s voice was small, almost like he didn’t want to upset you by asking. It did come with reason. The last time he asked you a question you had snapped at him and told him to shut up. But to be fair the two of you were in the middle of a mission and you were trying to concentrate.

“Killing people usually helps me, it’s very calming,” A smile played on your lips. When he looked up at you unable to tell if you were serious or not he broke out into a small laugh.

“I don’t think that would work in this situation,” An idea tugged on your brain when König’s eyes met yours. You’d be an idiot to pass up on this chance. Despite what the rest of your team thinks you do have a soft spot for König, if you didn’t you probably would have shot him by now. But you secretly like that he followed you everywhere. And you loved how often his eyes were on you. Seeing as the two of you were alone in the middle of nowhere, the team was still probably hours away, so you decided to go for it.

“A distraction could work too,” You walked over to the bed, resting your hands on the edge of the bed, you tilted your head at him, trying to see if he understood what you were saying.

“What kind of distraction?” König obviously didn’t understand what you were getting at but his voice was quieter. You assumed that had to do with how close you had gotten to him.

“One that’ll empty your mind from whatever you're worried about, it’ll relax you too.” Your hand roamed over to his leg. You felt it twitch underneath your finger, and that only made you smile more. As your hand tracked up his leg you kept eye contact with him. His breaths were getting heavier the further you went. When your hand met his arm, the one not so discreetly coving up the bulge in his pants, you spoke again. “I can help if you want.”

König shuddered beneath you. He didn’t want to assume anything, perhaps he was just dirty-minded. When he tried to get rid of those thoughts in his head your hand moved over his, which besides his pants was the only thing covering him. He could feel his entire body light up, all of his blood pumping straight to his cock. The sweet tone in your voice did something to him. He liked it. “Okay.” He whispered.

“You seem nervous, what’s the matter?” You lifted yourself onto the bed and slid into his lap. You could feel the muscles in his thighs flexing as you sat down.

“N-nothing,” You enjoyed König’s stuttering, feeling the effect it had on you between your thighs.

“Move your hand then,” You raised a brow at him in a challenge. He squeezed his eyes shut, probably trying to make his dick less hard. Sighing at his disobedience, you then brought your hands down to his belt. When he felt you loosen it his eyes snapped open. “If you're not going to behave then you get punished, pretty simple rules if you ask me.”

“Bu-,” You cut him off with a shh. Once his belt was off you took your own off as well. Grabbing his left arm you moved it to the headboard, tying his wrist around one of the poles. It took a little more effort with the other arm seeing as he was still trying to hide himself. But once he gave up you were able to tie him up completely. “I don’t understand.”

“I told you, you need a distraction, sex is a distraction,” You began unbuckling his tac vest, you set that to the side and lifted his shirt enough to show his abs. He was beautiful, every inch of him. You hadn’t expected him to be this well-shaped but you definitely weren’t complaining. König’s abs flexed under your fingers as you traced a few old scars. Running your hands up and down his torso. “You have had sex before right?”

“Y-yeah, but isn’t th-this against protocol?” König was clearly worried about getting in trouble but there was no need to be, as long as he didn’t tell anyone about this it would be fine. And seeing as how he hated talking to other people you don’t think that will be a problem.

“Don’t worry about that, no one will find out, I promise,” You looked back up at him hoping he saw the reassurance in your eyes. He gave an okay. As you started unbuttoning his pants you became more excited, you couldn’t wait to see how big he was. It’ll be impressive no doubt, he was a big guy, the biggest guy you’ve ever met actually. Both of you gasped as you pulled him out, well König’s was more of a moan. You expected him to be big but fuck, you hadn’t expected this big. Not only was he long he was pretty thick too. Your mouth waters at the idea of him being inside of you. You quickly took your pants off, tossing them off the bed, your underwear with them.

You spit into your hand, bringing it down to his dick and coating it with your saliva. When you lifted your hips König’s panicked voice flooded your ears, “W-what about a condom?”

“Don’t worry baby I’m on birth control, just relax for me alright?” You kissed the cloth covering his cheek, hoping it would help ease his nerves.

“Oh, alright then, but can you please untie me I really want to touch you,” The desperation in his voice almost made you give in, you wanted to hear him beg more.

“No,” You positioned yourself above him, rubbing the tip of his cock through your puffy folds. You moaned at the sensation, paying a little more attention to your clit. The sound of König’s whimpers made you moan even more, he sounded so perfect. Your mouth fell open as his cock slowly breached your entrance, there was a sharp sting but it was manageable. You could hear König mumbling, something about how he’s always wanted to do this and how tight you feel around him.

You stopped sinking down onto him when it started to hurt, there was only about 2 inches left but you didn’t want to hurt yourself. You propped yourself onto your feet, it would be much easier to move this way given his length. König started squirming under you, “If you ask nicely I’ll start moving.”

König glanced back up to you, “Will you please s-start moving, p-please you feel so good,” Tears brimmed the corners of his eyes. He was really fucking desperate to have you. Your eyes shuttered closed as you started to ride him, you were going slow, testing what made him moan or whimper the most. Once you found the perfect rhythm you lost yourself in the pleasure, your entire body was buzzing, and the burn in your thighs felt painfully good. Your head fell back on your shoulders, your hands grabbing onto König’s chest for stability.

It took a lot of focus to continue riding him, his cock made you feel brain-dead, and it numbed everything but the pleasure he was causing you. You had no idea why you waited so long to do this. “F-fuck, does it f-feel good?” König’s voice broke you out of your trance, when you looked back at him you almost came right there. The lust in his eyes made you want to never stop.

“Feels so good baby, you’re doing so fucking well,” You pressed your chest against his, and your pace quickened as you used one of your hands to lift the veil. Only enough to reveal his mouth. The second you saw his pink puffy lips you crashed yours against his. König immediately kissed you back, swallowing all of your moans. He was an excellent kisser, pushing his tongue into your mouth and using it to explore. That made you think of what his mouth would feel like between your legs.

König started to buck his hips into yours, his thrusts were sloppy but they made you closer to your orgasm. You broke this kiss and sucked in as much air as you could. Laying your head against his chest, you put all of your strength into fucking him. You slammed yourself down repeatedly onto him, chasing your release. You could hear König muttering again, but you weren’t able to understand what he was saying.

With a few more thrusts you were coming around his thick cock, the pleasure racked through your body as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your nails digging into his neck. König followed right behind you, his thrust lodging himself inside of you, painting your walls with his seed.

It took a few minutes before either of you could talk, he was the first to break the silence, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You smiled at the concerned tone he had, he was always so attentive and caring.

“I’m alright, you did so good, I’m so proud of you baby,” You weakly lifted off of him, and his hands grabbed onto your hips, helping you move, he put himself away and then went back to holding you against his chest, “Wait, you could’ve untied them yourself this whole time?” You lazily looked up at him, confusion written across your face. “Why didn’t you do it sooner?”

König gave you a gentle smile, his veil still uncovering his mouth. “You said if I misbehave I’d be punished, I didn’t want to upset you.” He kissed your forehead, rubbing your back soothingly. “Maybe we can stay like this for a little while? It feels nice.”

“Of Course we can, and also, a punishment isn’t always a bad thing,” You kissed his chest, relaxing against him again, listening to the steady rate of his heartbeat.

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antiwhores · 1 year

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Sensitive - Bakugou x reader

Bakugou is almost 30 and he’s never gotten frisky. Hes been waiting for toy and now he finally gets you. But hes so damn sensitive and can’t last for shit!

Smut, virginity loss, sensitivity, over stimulation, masturbation, foreplay, not proof read - fuck yall, male moaning, handjobs, intercourse, multiple orgasms, creampie, established relationships.

The heavy breathing against your ear after you licked a stripe up his neck was hypnotizing to you. You had only made out with him prior and he was already a hot mess.

A sharp intake of breath was pulled out of him when you put your hand up his shirt. You giggled, “So sensitive Katsuki.” He clicked his tongue, turning his red face away. “Shut the hell up.” He forced through his teeth.

It wasn’t his fault he was so damn sensitive! He’s a virgin, this is all new.

And yeah, it sounds crazy but he is. The man who was voted one sexiest man alive, the number 2 hero has never gotten laid? He was sure if he were to tell the public they’d call bullshit. He was a sex symbol, built like a fucking god. He had several whole pages dedicated to “Dynamite x reader” posts. He knows, he had to read them as a dare during a party once!

Even crazier, he hasn’t even done anything with anyone - not even a quick handjob. Sure, he got desperate once or twice and made out with an irrelevant bitch from a party but he always felt wrong when they reached for his belt. He’d grab their hand and excuse himself.

He’s been waiting for you. The only thing thats lasted him this far is his hand and his love for you. He couldn’t even count the amount of times he’d find himself with his hand stroking his cock with a tab of your photos open. He would imagine that his hand was yours and he would finish all over your chest instead of his own.

Speaking of chest, when did his shirt come off? And his belt? Was it hot in here or was it just him? Your hands felt so fucking good as they touched along his abs. You leaned in for another kiss which he greedily accepted. His breath hitched when you’d touch too low.

You didn’t want him at first- well, you definitely did but you couldn’t. By the time he realized that he wanted to peruse a relationship and his 9th grade crush isn’t so seventh grade anymore, you you were in a committed relationship with some scumbag who did nothing but make you cry.

Then he got too involved with work and couldn’t check on you as often. You practically disappeared for 2 years. But he found you again and you were back to the childhood friends attitude you both originally had.

After another year you guys broke up. You were heartbroken and scared for another relationship for another 3 years. Then you disappeared for another 1 year. Then he found you again after patiently waiting. And for the last 3 years you two have been catching up until eventually he asked you out and you agreed.

It took you a while to involve sexual stuff into the relationship. You were scared, he could wait longer. He’d wait to the end for you.

But todays the day and his heart couldn’t be pounding any louder.

You traced your fingers along his v line, caressing the happy trail on your way. He couldn’t handle your soft touches, he was gonna cum just from that.

“Stop teasing me.” He groaned out through his gritted teeth. You giggled, music to his ears, “Sorry Katsuki, you’re just so pretty.”

You reached for his sweatpants, the already hard bulge catching your eye. “Wait,” He accidentally yelled. You flinched your hand back and looked up wt him. “What-“ “Take off your clothes too.”

It was a bold remark and you loved it. You smiled that smile that makes his knees buckle as you reached to take off your top. He practically drooled at the sight of your bra. “Can I feel them?” You took of the bra, letting the girls free so that he could see everything. You nodded, “Of course, my love.”

He was mesmerized by the look of them. Absolutely everything he imagined and more. Like a dream come true. He couldn’t wait to see your cunt and ass.

He lightly squeezed your chest, too scared of hurting you to go harder. Your face contorted into a look of pleasure. He squeezed harder then began to full on fondle your boobs.

You grabbed his hand as you cursed through a moan. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the moment. His hand slipped down your abdomen and hesitantly hung at your waistband. This isn’t how it was supposed to go!

You grab his hand and force it off you. He flinches like he just accidentally stabbed you. Before he could freak out too much you spoke. “No, I’m taking care of you tonight. Don’t.”

“I want to touch you too though!” He argued. You shook your head, he pouted. “Can you at least take off your pants? I don’t wanna be the only one only in underwear.” You snickered at his request but still pried your shorts off to reveal your black panties with white heart designs.

He didn’t get much time to oogle before he practically jumped out of his skin at the feeling of your fingers gracing his clothed cock. “Off.” You demanded.

He carefully took off his pants, revealing the plain black underwear he wore. His bulge was constricting hard against the fabric. He was fucking big. You could tell just by looking at it through the underwear. It squeezed around him in a way that couldn’t be anything less than painful.

“Stop starin’” He groaned. You gave him an apologetic look before moving your hand to lightly outline the bulge. He breathed sharply through his teeth, his abs twitching ever so slightly.

You felt bad for teasing him, he was being so nice. So you cut to the chance and palmed him hard.

It caught him so off guard that he couldn’t stop the moan that flew out of his mouth. His hand shot up to grab your arm to stable himself. You palmed at him again before trying to move your hand away. He kept it in place, trying to make contact once more to cure the raging heat he felt in his body.

You used the hand to pull down his boxers.

You were right, he was huge. Thick and long with prominent veins running down the sides. An angry red tip that leaked precum like a broken faucet. His balls hung tight, filled to the brim with his seed and desperate to share. You almost came just looking at it. How would that thing comfortably fit inside you?

You swallowed, wrapping your hands around it and doing your first test pump. “Fuccckk” He moaned, tilting his head back. His hips thrusted into your hand to prevent the stillness you obtained. “Move it y/n” Bakugou whined. So you did.

Sloppy noises filled the room as you fisted him up and down. You listened carefully to his directions of “faster” and “harder”. He had to put a hand around his mouth to cover his desperate whines and moans.

You couldn’t stop yourself from beginning to rub your clit at his noises and reactions. He was just so hot.

You were nearly 2 minutes in and he was ready to bust everywhere.

Your hands felt even better than he imagined. Your soft skin wrapped around his cock held him in chokehold. He wouldn’t last much longer.

You could tell he was close by the way he balls constricted, readying his load for you. His body tensed and untensed rapidly. His hips began to thrust up into your hands uncontrollably. His moans became silent and he dove into your mouth to indulge in a sloppy, aggressive kiss.

When he finally came he moaned loud into your mouth, “Nghhhuhnnnmmm” His cum shot up out of his cock in explosive groups. He tensed up so hard you were surprised he didn’t get a charley horse. His heads heated up against the bruising grip he hand on your waist. You winced from the combination of burn and bruise.

When he came down from his high he couldn’t breath steady. He was huffing on what looked like a limited supply of air. His elbow rested over his eyes to hide his look of relief and lust.

His cum was hot, hotter than normal. It burned the skin of your chest like hot wax.

You whispered praises for Katsuki as you reached for his already spent cock again. His whole body jerked when you grabbed him and started to jerk him awake. “What nghh the fufkknn?” He moaned. His nails dug into the skin of you thigh as you removed your panties.

“Did you think we were done?” You said as you climbed into his lap. He wasn’t looking at you so he didn’t see you line his cock up to your entrance. Just from a few strokes he was already rock hard.

You both practically screamed as you sunk yourself down onto his long, girthy cock.

You gave yourself a few seconds to prepare, you had to. You’d die if you didn’t. His hands shot to your hips, revealing his face. He was flushed a deep red, sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes were blown so wide you had to really focus to see the red you’ve come to adore. You looked down at you with heart eyes, like you were a descendant of a god coming to bless him.

After you adjusted you began to bounce yourself on his cock. He whined and moaned against you with his mouth leaking saliva. “Haaauhhh, fuck, just like that baby nhghh.” He let out a high pitched whine when you squeezed around his girth.

He was hitting all the right spots inside you. You had never been this full before. He pushed himself into your cervix with each trust at this angle. You quickly became dunk off of him too.

Too drunk to notice that he was already prematurely cumming into you with a loud cry. His seed inside you burned at your walls in such a good way. You couldn’t be bothered to listen to his overstimulated pleads begging for a break. Tears started to bundle down his cheek as his mouth hung open. His moans were silent now, painful. The pleasure of your walls was unimaginable. He couldn’t handle it. It was too much.

You moaned loudly against him when you came. It was such an intense orgasm you couldn’t help but to force yourself into his neck and bite him hard enough to draw blood.

You squeezed so hard around Bakugou that he blanked out. Stars filling his vision to match yours. And as soon as you’re done riding out your high, he cums everything he has left into you.

He practically shoves you off of his cock after he’s freed from his painful orgasm. He still twitches and shakes. He mumbled curses under his breath to calm his racing heart.

You lay down under the covers of his bed, dragging him with you down. He snuggles into your neck, hugging you so tight it hurts.

“You’re perfect.” He mumbles through pants. You give a kiss to his swollen bite, “I love you too, Katsuki.”

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gilmore-angel · 6 months

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Hello!!! I was wondering if I could request something where Tyler and reader are dating and both of them are virgins and reader surprises him with a blowjob during a makeout session and he just LOOSES HIS MINDDDD

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warnings ♱ smut obvi, kissing, oral (male receiving), cum swallowing.

note ♱ thank you so much for the request!! I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!!!!!! I have been in such a writing slump recently but I hope you like this!!

very important note ♱ if you like what you read please reblog! likes are of course appreciated but the way this app works and the way things are seen are through reblogs.

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it may be the end of October, but all you feel is hot.

you're glad Tyler's dad is out on patrol and left the house to just you two, because the thought of stopping notlw sounds worse than death.

you both sit on his bed, him with his back against the headboard and you straddling his lap. your lips are pressed together in a passionate and sloppy kiss.

you both have of course done this before, but something about this time feels different. you didn't feel this way when he had you pressed against the break rooms wall right before the cafe opened. or when you two sat on your family's couch kissing each other dizzy and just barely escaping getting caught.

something about the gentle way his hands gripped your hips, or how his lips tasted like the cherry flavored chapstick you constantly have to remind him to wear. whatever it was, it gave you the urge to take things further.

neither of you have ever gone further than kissing with anyone. nor did you think you were ready today, but you were ready for something.

you broke the kiss, resting your forehead on his. your breathing was heavy, your voice quiet.

"do you trust me?" you asked softly. without hesitation he nods. you smile softly.

yup bring your kisses down to his warm pale neck. his breath hitches, the sound bringing a smile to your lips and a tingling in your tummy.

your kisses trail down and down. you tug on the bottom of his shirt and he gets the hint, taking off and throwing his shirt. you kiss your way down his toned chest. he softly bites on his bottom lip, his cheeks pink.

you eventually lay down on your tummy between his jean covered legs. you prop yourself on your elbows, you fingers hovering over his belt buckle.

"may i?" you ask with an almost innocent tone. his eyes widened and he's nods hastily.

you feel a rush of excitement and nervousness as you unbuckle his jeans. you take in a deep breath before pulls his pants and boxers down to his upper thighs. you loose a bit of your nerve as his cock springs up. it's bigger than you thought it would be. you let out a shaky breath, praying to every God you can think of that you'll be good at this.

you lick a stripe from his base to his tip. he lets out a moan that surprised you both with is loudness. you smile and let out a soft giggle. he blushes deeper, his hands gripping the sheets.

you place a soft kiss on his tip, before wrapping your lips around it and licking gently. he moans loudly an curses.

seeing how good he was already feeling filled you with pride. feeling confident, you take him deeper into your mouth. he tenses up and moans. his right hand moves to gently rest on your head.

he felt lost in the pleasure, and bucked his hips up on accident. his cock suddenly hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag and pull off of his cock. you blink away the small bit of tears that had appeared while he rushed out apologizes.

"holy shit, I'm so sorry baby! fuck did I hurt you? I'm sorry you don't have to keep going..." he gently cups your cheeks, caressing you face in a worried way.

you can't push away the urge to keep going. you smile sweetly at him ans shake your head. "no, I'm okay. I wanna keep going."

you once again wrap your lips around him and begin bobbing your head up and down. to someone more experienced than Tyler, it would be obvious you were just winging it and figuring it out as you go. but that fact either wasn't obvious or he just didn't care, seeing as he immediately threw his head back as soon as you began again.

"fuck! oh god... please... so good... hmmph..." his eyes were firmly shut, his right hand still resting on your head.

you double your efforts, desperate to make him cum. his legs shake slightly, his stomach clenching. you moan around his cock, and feel it twitch in your mouth.

"ohhh fuck... i-im gonna cum... fuck I'm gonna cum..." he groans and whimpers loudly. his hips buck up one final time before his orgasm washes over his.

warm, sticky cum fills your mouth and you try to swallow it all down. after milking him for all his worth, you pull off of his cock with a pop. you pant softly and rest your head on his still quivering thigh.

his breathing is heavy as he comes down from his high. his right hand still lays on your head, running his fingers through your hair gently.

"that was amazing... you're amazing... I think I'm in love with you..." he lets out a soft, breathy laugh.

you smile softly, placing a soft kiss against his thigh. you prop yourself back up on your elbows.

"when can I do it again?"

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dabiscumslut4life · 3 years

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Teasing: YOONGI

Warning: anal, dumbification, degrading, sub yoongi, Dom reader, punishments

Yoongi wasn’t the type to take risks or break rules, especially when your the one that created them. After all yoongi wasn’t a brat in fact he himself hated brats, but today yoongi was acting different. His style in clothing seemed to of changed over night, he went from wearing his usual comfy clothes to more revealing once.

Yoongi was walking around in a shirt that practically exposed his chest and the tightest shorts man could make. And what made it worse is that every act of affection was denied. No hugging, kissing or cuddling. He acted as if you weren’t even there.

You sat on the corner of your shared bed contemplating on what you might��ve done wrong, but so far nothing came to mind. Yoongi walked in with a confused look, “ hey y/n? What are you doing?” He asked bending down in front of you.

You looked at him for a moment. “ hey baby did I do something wrong?”

“No.”

“Then have I annoyed you?”

“Nothing of the sort”

A sigh escaped your lips as you began your train of thought, then suddenly you remembered. Not too long ago you had both watched a movie in which a girl teased her boyfriend so much that he snapped and railed her to the gods, to be frank even you were surprised by the outcome.

But never in your life did you imagine that your sweet little yoongi would take inspiration from a rated R movie, a small smile placed its self on your lips. “Yoongi sit on my lap”

“No” yoongi said as he got up to leave the room. You chased after him slamming the door shut infornt of his face. “That wasn’t a question”

Yoongi’s tough act began to slowly falter and his knees began to buckle, “what? Do I have to repeat myself, you know I don’t like doing that”

Yoongi shuffled out from under you and made his way towards the bed sliding back against the headboard. You tuned around looking at him with eyes full of lust.

You walked towards the bed taking off your top and unbuckling your belt, yooni’s eyes wandered down to your bulge almost drooling at the thought of your dick.

“Well kitten what happened to your teasing?”

Yoongi’s eyes snapped upwards to look at you “don’t worry it’s not left yet.”

“Oh really?.. but it looks like your thinking about my dick, no?”

Yoongi pretended to scoff, “ it’s not even that big”

And that was your last straw.

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“Ahh fuck!..” yoongi panted as you snapped your hips forward against his ass. Your dick was rubbing every inch of his cavern ever so slightly touching is sweet spot. Yoongi was a mess drool dripping form his mouth and the tears that came from his swollen eyes.

“Come one darlin, I thought it wasn’t big enough for you?”, you shoved your dick deeper this time purposely rubbing his sweet spot over and over again making him whine and whimper.

You bent forward to kiss the dip of his neck and slowly inserted two of your fingers into his mouth. yoongi’s mouth welcomed them in licking the tips to the base. His mouth was warm and soft.

You took your fingers out and began to rub his dick, making him throw his head back in ecstasy, the amount of pleasure he was feeling was begging to become overwhelming. His dick leaked pre-cum which made you laugh.

You started to notice that yoongi was close to cumming so you went faster not stopping for a single breath, “ p-please I need to c-um!” Yoongi pleaded but you didn’t listen; after all yoongi broke several rules today.

“n-no g’nna c-um” yoongi said as his legs faltered and his hipps thrusted back into you. The way yoongi tightened his whole was also driving you close to your orgasm, you hipps stuttered as you thrusted one last time before painting yoongi’s walls with you cum.

After you both came you pulled out and yoongi flopped onto the bed heaving and panting. His eye rested closed as he prodded what just happened.

“Now kitty don’t get do this again ok?”

Yoongi opens his eye to look at you with a dazed look “m’kay”

Well yoongi wasn’t gonna lie this plan of his worked like a charm, and let’s just say that bratty yoongi wasn’t gonna leave anytime soon.

(Sorry I haven’t posted In a while schools been kicking my ass🥲✌️)

#imagines #oneshots #reader insert #male reader #bts #drabbles #bts smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #sub yoongi

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nessaxc · 3 years

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Surprise || Gojo Satoru

You buy a very sexy outfit and decide to go surprise Gojo at his office.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1.9k

Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Office Sex, Thigh Riding, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Blow Job, Desk Sex, Explicit Language, Pet name

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You brought your knuckles up to the wooden door in front of you knocked three quick times. You placed your hands together in front of you slowly twirling from side to side waiting for the man on the other side to answer. You had chosen to surprise him today with one of the outfits he had technically bought you early that day. You wore a white skirt that flowed perfectly from your waist out and stopped just above your knees. Your top was red with white, tiny flowers spread all around it, the sleeves long but thin enough to wear in the heat and it tied in the middle right between your breast and came down to cover just enough of your stomach, still showing off just a little skin.

The door opened and Gojo stood there his eyes tracing over you in the outfit before meeting your eyes.

“Well babe what a nice surprise. Why don’t you come on in?” He gave you a smirk and you followed him into his office.

He shut to door and you bit your bottom lip when you heard him lock it behind him. He walked to you and placed his hands on your hips letting his fingers dance over the exposed skin between your top and skirt.

“You look very beautiful and quite sexy in this outfit Y/N. Did I happen to buy this for you early?”

“Why yes Satoru you did actually. I am very glad you like it. I wanted to surprise you with it and well with me,” you looked up at him reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Definitely the best surprise I have ever gotten.”

You let out a giggle before pulling him down to meet your lips. You kissed him deeply charging right in and letting him fully know just what you had came here for. He kissed you back with matching hunger but then he let out a groan and pulled away. Your face feel into a pout which earned you a chuckle from him.

“Oh Y/N trust me I want nothing more than to take your right here in my office but I sadly have a lot of paperwork to get done,” he kissed you on the forehead before walking back to his desk and taking a seat and placing his sunglasses on.

“Well okay I guess I will go then,” you hung your head in disappointment before starting for the door.

“Now now baby I never said you had to leave. Please stay and keep me company,” he gave you his best puppy dog face and you were quick to smile and agree.

You planted yourself on the small loveseat that he had put in his office. A place the two of you had many fun times on. You turned you body so you sat across the whole surface and pulled out your phone. You scrolled through endless social medias for only about 10 minutes before the boredom set in and other things began to eat at you. You eyes at your man sitting there behind his desk typing away and fully focused at his task at hand. You smirked as a little idea popped into your head and you got up slipping off your boots and making your way to him.

“What are you doing there Y/N?” He questioned as you pushed him away from his desk just enough for you to fit between him and it.

You simply straddled his right thigh and bit your lip wondering if he would follow what you were trying to do. He sat back and looked you over his eyes blowing with lust and you could feel his cock harden and pull at his jeans he wore.

“You have nothing on under that skirt do you naughty girl?” He placed his hands on each side of your hips keeping you in place as he bounced his leg up into you.

He earned a gasp from you and your eyes shut at the pleasure that the simple gesture sent through you. He began to move you back and forth on his leg the roughness of his jeans rubbing you in all the right ways. He stood you up keeping you straddled over his leg and let his fingers slip under your skirt and across your already soaking core.

“Look at you already a mess just by riding my thigh. You are such a dirty girl. Sit back down and ride my thigh baby girl while I get my work done alright,” Gojo pulled you back down before sticking his fingers into your mouth.

You sucked his fingers clean with a moan and started to move against him. You were quick to set a fast pace, keeping your moans and whimpers low in Gojo’s ear. He typed away on his computer but you knew he was watching you all the same as you rode his thigh. Him trying to work didn’t last long before he sat back once again and his hands found your hips again. He squeezed softly and started to bounce his leg up into you as he kept going. You let out a loud moan and Gojo quickly stuck his thumb in your mouth and you sucked, you eyes connecting with his through his sunglasses.

“You are so close aren’t you baby?”

“Fuck yes Satoru,” you mumbled the words around his thumb.

“Cum for me Y/N,” he growled at the words has he moved you quicker.

You let out a moan, his thumb falling from your mouth and you let your head lay forward burying your face in him to keep your cries from being heard all over the building. Your body shook with the intense orgasm and Gojo worked you perfectly through it before your body went limp against him. He pulled you closer and you let out a yelp as his jeans rubbed again against your sensitive core. His arms wrapped around you and he turned to place a kiss to the side of your head.

“Such a good girl for me,” his whispered the words in your ear causing you to shiver.

“I want to make you feel good now Satoru,” you turned your head and kissed his neck a little before connecting to his jaw and then his lips.

He kissed you back briefly before you pulled away and stood up. You blushed at the spot you had left on his jeans. He pushed himself back and you feel to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with your most innocent eyes.

“Move back under my desk baby,” he instructed and you followed his order settling on your knees under his desk.

You were lucky that the desk is built taller so you were not to cramped as Gojo moved forward and trapping you there. You licked your lips as you set your fingers to work on his belt buckle and zipper before pulling his hard cock out. The tip was already an angry red and it leaked precum that you couldn’t help but to move forward and lick up earning a groan from the man above you. You didn’t take time to tease him before quickly taking him into your mouth. You worked him with your mouth and your hand at a quick pace earning more moans and groans from him as he so helplessly tried to continue typing away on is computer. Finally you heard him give up and he moved back a little quickly moving his hands to your head to pull you with him. His cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged slightly before he pulled you back slightly and threaded his fingers in your hair. He moved your head and bucked his hips to quicken the pace. Your eyes looked up at him and you watched the sight in front of you. He had his eyes closed and his plump lips were parted, moans still escaping them in pleasure. It always made you wet to see what you did to this man that made your knees weak by a look. He suddenly bucked his hips hard and made your head still before he groaned and released strings of cum down your throat.

“Fuck baby yes! You make me feel so fucking good,” he moaned, staying in place until he was done.

He pulled out your mouth and didn’t even give a chance for you to wipe you mouth before he had you pulled up, turned around and placed on your stomach on his desk. He raised your skirt before letting his hand connect with your asscheek, giving you one stinging slap and pulling a gasp from your lips.

“Can’t get enough of you Y/N,” he panted before he wasted no more time and plunged his cock to the hilt inside you.

Your mouth opened for a moan but no sound was able to come past your lips at the sudden stretch and pleasure that coursed through your entire body. Gojo’s hands landed on your hips and he snapped his hips wasting no time to set a quick pace fucking you deep and fast. You placed your hands flat against his desk as he pounded into you. He pulled a string of moans from you over and over again and never once did he reach forward to shush you.

“That’s it baby let everyone in this building know how I am making you feel. Fuck I love the noises you make. Fucking music to my ears,” he growled the words and all you could do was answer with another moan.

You could feel your second orgasm rising withe every snap of his hips and you looked back at him his eyes falling to your face.

“I’m so close Satoru,” you whined out and it only made him go harder.

His hands trailed up your back to your hair wrapping his hand in it and pulling you up flush against him. His other arm wrapped around your front and slid under the front side of your skirt and finding your clit. He started to make quick circles over the bundle of nerves and it was it took.

“Satoru!” You cried out his name.

“Cum,” it was a growl of a demand in your ear and the dam broke.

Your body shook and Gojo quickly wrapped his arms around you to keep you up as he contained to fuck into you. He soon followed growling and moaned curses and your name into your ear. He let up but still slowly fucked into you until you both came down from your highs. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before pulling out of you. You both let out a noise, yours a whimper of loss of him.

“Satoru that was amazing,” you breathed out as you turned to look up at him.

“It was incredible baby. I am very sure I will never live this down with everyone in the building,” he chuckled and you couldn’t help but to laugh as well.

“I will be sure to surprise you at your office more often,” you smirked before give him a quick kiss.

“Oh you most definitely will be doing that,” Gojo let his hand come up to your cheek before pulling you back for a deep kiss.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Grey Lace.

*Grey Leather*

*Grey Uniform*

*Grey Dress*

*Grey Vase*

*Grey Blanket*

*Grey Jeans*

*Grey Socks*

*Grey Boxes*

*Grey Balloons*

*Grey Singlet*

*Grey Cocktails*

*Grey Keys*

*Grey Rope*

*Grey Boxing Gloves*

*Grey Ice Pack*

As always thank you to @beccabarba for being my beta for this series.

Warnings: drinking, swearing and smut.

WC: 1663

Enjoy x

While most days you went straight home after a shift, very rarely going past the club house often anymore, today was an important day. Bishop wanted you there, but you really wanted to be there. You had been close to Coco as you started to get older, you and Rosa hanging around him a lot just before and when you came back from college. Now he was getting better, getting the help he needed, Bishop had said he could come back to work at the scrap yard for now as a start. Gilly, Angel and Ez decided to throw him a welcome back party and as usual it was going to be big, loud and have lots of food and alcohol. You finished your shift showering and changing into a Mexican style red floral short dress after your shift and Chucky had offered to come and pick up you and your partner to take you to the party so you didn’t have to drive.

You both walked in through the gate looking around the outdoor area, other Mayan’s saying hello as you walked through with girls hanging off of them, Hank grabbing your partner straight away handing him a beer and you kept walking inside after he kissed you on top of the head hello.

As you walked through the door to find Bishop hoping he was in his usual chair, you were met with loud laughing that rose over the music and your head shot towards the pool table. Angel was leaning against it with his shirt off, Rosa moving to stand up straight from licking salt off his chest, knocking back a shot and sucking on some lime. Angel lent down and kissed Rosa’s cheek before he looked over her head and noticed you standing there with one eye brow raised,

“Our Queen has arrived” Angel smirked at you.

“Fuck you Reyes” you grinned

Angel laughed at you before he walked over to give you a kiss on the cheek and you made your way around the pool table greeting Rosa, Ez, Gabby, Gilly, Letty and finally Coco,

“It’s so good to see you”

“Same here Mama” Coco kissed your cheek “Thank you for everything”

“Of course, Coco” you smiled at him “Have you seen Bishop?”

“He should be back soon, just in the scrap yard office”

A grin pulled to your face and you said thank you. You walked to the bar and asked for a bottle of tequila, shot glasses, salt and lime grabbing them walking out the door,

“The party is here Y/N” Angel smart mouthed you “Want a lick?”

“Angel” you rolled your eyes.

“I know, fuck you”

You made your way across the yard to the office, pushing the door open with your hip. As you walked in you saw Bishop and Taza looking at the computer and them looking over at you,

“Hey” Taza smiled at you, walking over and kissing you on the cheek.

“Hey Baby” Bishop said over his shoulder smiling at you before turning back to the computer.

“We will talk about it tomorrow” Taza looked at Bishop before patting your shoulder and walking out the door.

You walked behind the counter sitting the contents of your hands on it and Bishop turned on his chair, looking at you and then looking at what you put on the counter. Bishop hooked an arm around you, pulling you between his spread legs and you dipped your head peaking his lips,

“The party is out there Y/N” Bishop smirked.

You giggled, your hands brushing over his shoulders and down his arms, his hands running over your back,

“I know. But I thought we could have our own party” you purred “Body shots?”

Bishop grinned and grabbed your ass through your dress biting his bottom lip,

“Lock the door” You did what Bishop asked you to, while he poured two shots. You came back to stand between his legs “You first baby” he winked at you.

You grinned picking up the salt shaker, you grabbed his left arm, liking a strip over his wrist and tipping salt onto it, you sat the shaker down and raised an eye brow at him,

“Ready babe?”

“Always ready, you know that” he grinned.

You ran your tongue over the line of salt seductively, looking out the corner of your eye, spinning to grab the shot glass drinking it down and grabbing a lime wedge sucking on it and gifting Bishop a wink. A low rumble through Bishop’s chest. The body shots off each other went on for a while, you licking over Bishop’s neck, collar bone and a few places on his chest. Bishop licking over your neck and the tops of your breasts. Now, you were sitting on the counter, your dress pushed right up to your hips showing off your grey lace panties that made Bishop swallow hard when he saw them.

Bishop licked up the top inside of your thigh, and you moaned at how high he licked, flicking his tongue over your skin. He picked up the salt, shaking it over the wet strip. Bishop looked up at you with a devilish grin sitting down the salt shaker. His lips landed next to your knee and he started to plant big wet kisses up your thigh, his hands resting on your behind again, both your hands flat behind you on the counter. Bishop kissed up to the line of salt, he flattened his licking over the salt collecting it on his tongue, but he didn’t stop, he kept licking up to your lace covered core licking a strip up it.

Your head dropped back as his tongue pushed the lace into your clit and in a flash, Bishop hooked his finger into your panties moving them to the side and licked a strip up your every wet core. Bishop pulled on your ass, pulling you forward and you fell back on your elbow’s, Bishop throwing your legs over his shoulders and started to eat you out like a starving man.

Bishop took your clit between his lips sucking on it and pushed in two fingers curling them up to hit your sweet spot. You balanced on one elbow, your other going to the back of his head pushing him into you more. You started to roll your hips up into his face, your knees caging around his head as they started to tremble,

“Bish-I Bishop” you moaned.

His fingers pushing into you hard and fast, he sucking and his tongue flicking your clit made you pant loud. Bishop could fill your inner walls gripping around his fingers. He pulled back, letting your legs drop off him and you whined breathlessly. Bishop pulled you off the counter to your feet. He grabbed your hips spinning you around to face the chair and he pushed you forward to lean on it. His hands went up under your dress, pulling down your panties letting them drop to the floor. You stepped out of them and he picked them up putting them in his back jean pocket.

Bishop pushed your dress up your back, licked a strip on your lower back, grabbed the salt shaker, shaking the salt on the wet patch he left on your skin. He undone his belt buckle and jeans pushing them and his boxers down, they dropping to his ankles. One of his hands wrapped around himself giving him a few pumps while he lent down liking the salt off your back, he lined himself up to you as he stood back up and started to push into you slightly as he reached for a shot, drinking it down and then grabbed a lime wedge sucking on it as he bottomed out in you.

Bishop threw the lime out of his mouth and the started to thrust into you hard and fast. His hand grabbing onto your shoulder slamming you back into him, you pushing back into him just as hard and his other hand gripped your hip,

“Like that baby don’t you, my tongue all over you”

“Yes” you moaned out.

“Such a dirty girl for me”

Your head dropped forward, balancing on the edge of your release, Bishop knew you were close, he wasn’t far behind, his hand leaving your hip and snaking around for his long fingers to roll over your clit. Your hands grabbed onto your breasts and you started to squeeze them gently tugging on your nipples through your dress and bra.

“Bishop-I” you were cut off as your orgasm ripped through your body. Your knees trembled and your head fell onto the chair seat your eye squeezing so tight you saw stars.

Your hearing was fuzzy, you only heard the muffled noise of Bishop groaning yours and gods name and the feeling of him cumming deep inside you. You both stayed connected, breathing heavy both trying to catch your breaths. Bishop lent down kissing over your shoulder as he pulled out of you standing up off you to fix himself up. You gave your legs a minute and stood up flattening your dress and turning around to face him,

“We should do that more often” Bishop smirked.

You giggled walking over to him and putting your hands on his chest, he leaning down to kiss you deeply, his hands resting on yours. Bishop’s tongue rolling into your mouth slow and lazy, one of your hands started to run down his chest, Bishop’s hand moving to your cheek and yours continued around to his back pocket to your panties. Just as your hand went to slip into the pocket Bishop broke the kiss reaching around to stop your hand,

“No, you don’t”

“What? Come on babe” you whined.

Bishop smiled big and shook his head no, raising an eye brow,

“Not yet baby” Bishop lent over once more, his lips at your ear “I want to make you come again before you put them back on.”

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strangeinternetwasteland · 3 years

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Mating Season- Hawks x Fem! Reader 18+

A/n: thank you to the beautiful and talented @titanialev once again for feeding me ideas check out her art for this piece here

Warnings: Sex, biting

Word count: 2.5k

This day seemed to have dragged on forever. Work couldn’t be over soon enough. How much fun could you have working at a civilian bank. Nothing of note happened here, all you did was count money and do paperwork all day. The few times you got to text your boyfriend he didn’t respond, but that was probably because he was out patrolling, or doing something for the Commission. He was one lucky bastard.

After a few more hours of torturously boring paperwork you sluggishly waved goodbye to your coworkers and walked out of work. You check your phone one last time before walking home. You smiled as you saw the text you received from your boyfriend. Nothing in the world made you more excited.

The parking lot of your work was always empty, but today it seemed even emptier. Those who couldn’t wait to get home left quickly. Not that you could blame them.There was only one place you wanted to be anyway. “Well isn’t there a sight for sore eyes?” You heard a male voice say to you. You huffed at the attention. Any man who used a cheesy pick up line deserved to be punched. You really just wanted to punch that smug voice in the throat. You groaned internally, rolled your eyes and looked toward the voice.

“Look, here asshole!” You started saying but when your eyes fell on the most handsome man you ever laid eyes on. His golden eyes pierced your soul. All the anger you felt melted looking at him. How could it not when you’re looking at your boyfriend.

“I was going to punch you, you know.” You told him. As you looked at him, you saw him leaning against his car hood casually. Wearing his black leather jacket, blue jeans, and sunglasses he looked like a model.

“Yeah, I know. I had to come see my dove.” He told you as he walked over to you.

“This is most certainly a surprise, you never pick me up on Fridays, you’re usually out patrolling until late.” You said surprised as you two embraced. The warmth of his body made you shiver, even though the evening was warm for the season.

“There are few things in life that I like, you are probably my most favorite.” He muttered into your lips as he pressed his lips into yours. Those soft lips the way they seemed to mold with yours so perfectly. He loved making you flustered in public, and especially in front of your co-workers. You broke the kiss, and your face warmed.

“Keigo, please stop, you’re flustering me.” You whined. He laughed at your remark.

“I like you flustered. If everything goes, right you’ll be more than flustered by the end of the night.” He whispered against your ear. You felt the hair on your neck stand at his comment. He took your hand and walked to the passenger side of the car. You slid into the seat, and buckled yourself in. Keigo slid in the driver’s seat and turned the radio on. You normally wouldn’t think twice, since you both listened to the radio, but you heard Keigo belt out in a terribly strangled voice:

“This is the part when I say I don’t wanna, I’m stronger than I’ve been before. This is the part when I break free cause I can’t resist it no more.” You stared at your boyfriend like he grew two heads. The fact that he was singing wasn’t what made you want to laugh, it was when he started dancing in the seat. When he stopped the car at a red light, and turned up the music, you weren’t even sure if he was actually you boyfriend.

The driver in the next car over just looked at him and started laughing. You were a bit embarrassed but when you realized that he was having fun, who were you to stop him? When he had continued singing, and this time surprisingly well, you couldn’t help but laugh. He was definitely in a good mood, but something seemed a bit off, and you couldn’t explain it. You thought no more of it, as Keigo turned into the parking garage that was attached to your building.

“Here, I thought we were going to take me to dinner.” You mused aloud and gave him a sweet smile.

“My little bird, I’ve decided that I’d make dinner for you tonight.” He gave you his smug smile that make you melt.

“Oh, I didn’t know you could actually cook, Kei. We’ve been together for a while and you’ve cooked only breakfast for me.” You teased him. He visibly tensed up at your comment.

“Oh, no I am sorry, babe. I didn’t mean it.” You tried to calm him down.

“It’s fine, let’s just go inside.” He told you before he got out of the car to open your door. You walked toward the penthouse you shared while Keigo followed behind you. You both stayed silent while making your way.

After unlocking the door, you sighed heavily. You made him upset, and you knew it. It was best to leave it alone for now. Keigo walked in behind you and wrapped you in his wings and placed a kiss on the nape of your neck, causing shivers to run down your body.

“Dove, you go take a bath and relax. I’ll make us some dinner.” He reassured you. You did as he suggested. The warmth of the bath made your muscles relax and you felt your eyes getting heavy. You heard a soft knock at the door just before you fell asleep.

“Hey, dinner is almost ready, but please don’t rush on my account.” Keigo told you and he left the door slightly ajar. You decided that instead of sleeping you should wash your body quickly and join him for dinner.

After stepping out from the bathroom in your bedroom, you heard the sizzling of meat, smelled garlic, and onions. Your mouth started watering and your stomach rumbled. You were hungry. You went to your top drawer where you kept your panties, and found a handwritten note, from Keigo. It was written in his undeniable scrawl, ‘Go look in the closet’. You debated on it for a moment, you really didn’t want to wear anything but pajamas, but also, Keigo didn’t go out of his way for no reason.

When entering the walk in closet you found a garment bag hanging in the front of your side of the closet. You unzippered the bag, and found yourself staring at the most gorgeous, black silk halter dress. You’d been eyeing this one for a while now, and when you did go buy it, it was sold out. You decided that you could spend your money on something you needed instead of something you wanted. It wasn’t meant to be for you. Here it was, hanging right in front of your eyes. You quickly changed into it, foregoing any underwear, and went to do your hair and makeup quickly.

After ten more minutes, you were assaulted with whatever food was currently cooking. You saw Keigo swaying to the music he put on, his wings slowly rising and falling with the beat. This time, it wasn’t Ariana Grande, but watching him move was mesmerizing. You noticed the whole dining area was covered with candlelight. The curves and flicker of the flames drew shadows on the wall. The sizzling had died down, and plates were placed on the table.

“Kei, this is so beautiful. What on earth is all this about?” You asked, eyeing the beautiful bouquet on the table. He turned to see you, and gave you the biggest smile.

“Can I not do something for the woman, I love?” He asked as he pulled you into a slow dance. You notice he had changed out of his jeans and tee shirt into a button down shirt and dress pants. Your heart fluttered at his words. Of course, you loved him, and he loved you. You two spent your days off entangled in one another, but this was a different side of Keigo, you’d never seen before.

After the slow dance was over, Keigo brought you to the table to eat your food, where he was a gentleman, by pulling out your chair and pushing it for you. You smiled at him. His eyes glanced over your body, the lust very evident.

“You look so beautiful, my dove. You truly are a vision.” He spoke as he kissed your hand.

“Thank you, but where did you find this dress? It’s been sold out as long as we’ve been dating. It wasn’t necessary to buy it.” You told him with excitement.

“The thing is, I am a hero. Even in civilian form, everyone knows who I am. You know I am willing to pay for the things you want. People are willing to do things when a hero asks.” He waved his words away.

“Well, thank you, but it wasn’t necessary. This dinner looks amazing and smells just as good.” You replied. He gave you a knowing smile.

The conversation throughout dinner was light. The two of you discussed the other heros and his agency. You discussed how boring work was, and how nothing ever happened, but you knew the reason nothing happened was because the Heroes did their patrolling properly.

Keigo took the dishes and cleared them from the table and brought out a small four layered chocolate cake topped with strawberries and whipped cream.

“Did you make this yourself too?” You questioned him. “It looks like something from that little bakery I like not too far from the bank.”

“I admit. I didn’t think about dessert until right before I picked you up from work. So it is from the bakery, yes.” He admitted to you as he sat down in his chair. You didn’t wait, you took your fork and shoved it right into the cake. Not waiting for Keigo at all. You hummed happily and smiled at your boyfriend. You took your finger and swiped a bit of whipped cream from the top of the cake. Pointing the finger at Keigo’s face, he debated for a moment leaned forward and bit your finger.

“Ow! What the hell?” You jerked your hand back. “That really hurt. Why would you ever bite me?” You questioned him, giving him a bit of side eye.

“Sorry, I guess. I am feeling a little off tonight.” He told you slumping his shoulders. He took the rest of the cake, wrapped it back up in it’s packaging and placed it in the refrigerator to keep cool.

You genuinely felt bad for him. He looked so down, when not even moments ago his spirit was so high.

“I guess, I will just call it a night. I really didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just being playful.” He told you as he walked into the bedroom. You couldn’t be mad at him. The man you loved more than anything, had danced with you, had made you the most delicious dinner, he sang to you, he bought you the dress you wanted since before you two were dating. What more could a girl possibly want?

“Keigo, look. I-” You started saying as you walked into the bedroom. When you entered you saw Keigo wearing nothing but a bow. He looked up at you sheepishly.

“What-” The next thing you knew his mouth was on yours as he kissed you deeply. His hands running over your curves, feeling nothing but your dress beneath his hands. You snaked one arm around him and pulled him close.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you today Keigo, but you’re acting strange.” He grabbed your hips and pressed you against the wall.

“I can only think about one thing… being inside of you.” His voice was dark with lust. He pressed his bulge against you, while undoing the ties of your dress. He didn’t care about anything other than unloading himself into you.

“My dress!” You cried as he tore it off.

“I will buy you 100 more, I just need you right now.” His warm breath on your neck. Without a care, he thrusted himself deep inside you. He moaned in ecstasy.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He thrusted into you again as he hardened even more. “Dove, I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve been on edge all day.”

While you normally didnt mind the sex, there was an edge of anger and desperation to it today. Thinking back on it, you two had been together for a little less than a year. It was Rumi who had told you on a drunken girls night out that once a year, when it was rutting or mating season, she’d act more aggressive than normal. She told you that normally she’d find whatever poor soul she could to take care of it. When you had asked her if Keigo went through the same things, she told you probably, but wasn’t sure how he went about it. It was after that night you’d done some research on the subject.

“God, you look so beautiful, my little bird.” His gold eyes bore into your soft (eye color) ones. His thrusting sped up faster. He nipped at the tender spots of your neck, groaning into you.

“Keigo.” His lips crashed onto yours again, tangling his tongue with yours. He was too far gone in his haze to respond to you. He spread his wings behind him as wide as he could, you remembered seeing this once before when studying biology. Keigo didn’t seem to have noticed that he was showing off his feathers.

Suddenly, he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. His wings at thier full span.

“I am going to fuck you straight through this bed.” He hissed in your ear and he closed the gap between the two of you. He thrusted himself in you again with more force than before. Harder and faster he crashed into you again and again. His wings opening and closing with his pace. You felt him as he came closer to his limit. His breathing severely labored. His mind no longer concerned with his normal traditions with you. Mating was the only thing on his mind. Releasing this angry beast that overtook him. A final few thrusts, and he released every drop of his seed into you.

You felt his racing heart slow a bit, and he got his breathing back to normal. You laid underneath him as he had wrapped his wings around you, as he normally did after love making. The haze of lust that filled his eyes was gone. His golden eyes looked at you with love again. He peppered your face with kisses, as you stroked his wings. As he laid his head on your chest for a brief moment, you heard the faintest whisper from him.

“I love you so much, Y/N. Be mine forever. Marry me.” Those were the last words you heard before you both fell asleep.

#mha keigo x reader #hawks x reader #bnha smut #bnha hawks

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thelastdrop · 3 years

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Festival 1: Introduction

TWICE Momo x Male Reader

2684 words

Categories: smut, oral, titfuck

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It was finally time. Time for your long awaited break and another 4 days of worrying about nothing but listening to live music and relaxing. You have always been someone who put a lot of effort, sometimes too much effort, into their work and never left time to unwind. So when Abe, your best friend since elementary school, invited you to tag along with him to a music festival all those years ago you took a risk and said yes.

At this point you can’t even count the number of festivals you’ve been to. But that feeling when you scan your wristband in and walk into the mass of people never changes.

As you’re walking toward the fountain that marked the middle of the festival grounds, you’re stopped dead in your tracks by a group of nine girls. They were all in these hippie outfits, some more revealing than others, but each outfit fit the girls that were wearing them to a T. One of them made eye contact with you and could tell you were staring at them. You quickly turned your attention to your phone trying to seem occupied.

“Excuse me?” a delicate voice called out.

You looked up from your phone to see what could only be described as an angel standing in front of you. Her blonde hair hanging down a little past her shoulders. Her decorative, tribal inspired blouse gave way to her delicious toned midriff, which led down to a red floral designed pair of shorts that cut off mid thigh. The shorts were being held up by a brown belt with what looked like a pegasus in the buckle.

“Hellooooo?” she once again called out.

“Ugh, sorry hi did you need help with something?” Quickly snapping to and returning her eye contact trying to save yourself from further embarrassment.

As you got a better look at her face you could sense a bit of a sly, sultry look on her face after catching you staring at her body.

“Yeah there is actually. I saw you staring at my friend group and just wanted to let you know you should come and hang with us while you're here. That is if you want to?”

You look back over her shoulder and see the other 8 girls whispering and smiling among themselves while watching this scene happen.

“You want me to tag along? Why me?”

“Well… I’m not so sure why myself yet, but I usually have a pretty good hunch when it comes to this kind of stuff” she replies with a wink.

“As long as you don’t mind, I don’t see why we can’t all enjoy ourselves together.”

“Perfect! I’m Momo by the way.”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you Momo.”

Momo then reaches out grabbing your hand and drags you back to the rest of her group.

“Everybody this is y/n, he’s going to be spending today and hopefully the rest of the festival with us!” she announces to the group giddily.

You give a shy wave having 16 new pairs of eyes inspecting you from head to toe.

“I don’t know Momo, he doesn’t seem to be the normal type we go for” a girl with short brown hair and bunny teeth says.

“Come on Nayeon, when have my instincts ever led us astray.”

“All the time actually.”

The other girls all have a good laugh among themselves as Momo pouts.

—

After that comment Nayeon made at the beginning of the day you weren’t really sure what she meant by “the normal type we go for.” It kept playing back in your head throughout the day and you were never really able to pinpoint exactly what she meant.

Later on you guys decided to take a break from the next set of bands that were getting ready to play so you could be at full strength for the headliners.

Everyone broke off into their own little groups, some going to the bathroom together, others going to get some food and drinks.

Momo who practically wouldn’t leave your side all day was sitting next to you leaning on your shoulder. You and Momo had decided to just go and people watch while you all took your break.

You didn’t mind Momo leaning on you, in fact it gave you a perfect view down her blouse straight at her rather well endowed breasts. They were harder to notice from looking at her straight ahead since her clothes were rather loose fitting, but from this angle you could see them in all their glory.

“Enjoying the view?” Momo teased up at you, her lips curling.

“U-Um, well” you begin to say as you feel your face getting redder.

“Well...”

“If I’m being honest, who wouldn’t enjoy a view like this one.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Momo happily said.

Momo quickly got to her feet and turned toward you. She began brushing off the dirt and grass that had stuck to her legs, throwing her massive cleavage right in your face.

You started imagining what it would feel like to fuck those glorious tits, so round and perfect. To dive into and be smothered by them. Blood began to rush into your cock, causing it to strain against your pants.

Momo, noticing the large bulge, grabbed your hand and pulled you toward a secluded forest area away from most of the crowd. You were then pushed back against a large tree trunk.

“Momo wh-” your words were cut off as her hand finds its way onto your cock, slowly stroking in over your clothes.

“F-Fuck Momo.”

“God I really do know how to pick them don’t I?” she says crashing her lips onto yours.

Feeling her soft lips on yours with a hint of peach flavoring made you melt into her. You wrap your arms around Momo to deepen the kiss. It doesn’t take long before her tongue is sliding into your mouth battling for control.

Your hands roam down her body toward her ass and give a hard smack before squeezing it, causing a little yelp to come out of her turning into a moan as your kiss continues.

Momo works your shirt off through the kiss and places it on the ground beneath her.

Finally breaking up your make out session, Momo drops straight to her knees and pulls your pants and boxers down, freeing your restrained cock. Momo’s eyes were locked on your hard throbbing cock taking it in as if she was viewing a fine piece of art.

She gets to work licking from the base of your cock to the tip, collecting the dripping liquid with her tongue. Then bringing one hand up to help lather your dick as she runs her lips along the side of it. Momo had turned into a completely different animal whose soul focus was to bring pleasure to your cock.

“God damn…” you gasp.

“You like that baby? You like the way I stroke you big cock?” she beamed pumping you up and down at a faster pace.

All you could muster was a slight nod of your head as she continued her assault.

She locked her lips around your swollen head swirling her tongue around it for good measure before slowly bringing it into her warm mouth. Taking it deeper and deeper until you hit the back of her throat causing you to let out a moan.

Satisfied with the reaction she was getting, she began to swallow your cock down her tight throat.

“Holy ssshhhiiiiiiiitttt,” you hiss.

Momo reached around and grabbed the back of your thighs forcing herself even deeper. Her nose planted firmly against your stomach now had taken your dick all the way to the base. Locking eyes with you once there, she watched an expression of pure bliss wash over your face.

After a couple of more seconds, she released your cock from her mouth and moved her attention to your heavy balls. Taking each one into her mouth separately lathering them up in the same droll that now covered your entire shaft. Licking from ball sack to the tip of your cock she continued to marvel at the specimen before her.

Engulfing your dick once more she brought you into her throat. Momo almost completely freed you from her mouth before sinking back down taking you all the way to the base. Placing a hand on the back of Momo’s head was all you could muster, savoring how easily she could take you into her tight throat.

As she continued this pace the messiness of the blowjob increased. Her lips sliding back and forth coating your cock and giving you access to every part of her wet warm mouth. Spit and drool rolled down Momo’s chin and began to cover her cleavage. Coating them in only caused you to become more bold.

Unable to hold back any longer you placed both hands on the side of Momo’s head and began to rock your hips back and forth slowly. Looking into her eyes she gave you a slight nod and braced herself on your thighs. You picked up the pace and began to fuck in and out of her mouth.

The amount of pleasure feeling her throat squeeze around your cock every time you entered it was euphoric. Hearing occasional gagging noises coming from Momo only added to the experience making you thrust longer and deeper into her welcoming throat.

Gripping her head a little tighter you pick up your pace making your strokes more deliberate. Every push into her throat causes her to slurp and gag around your cock. As you gaze down at this Japanese beauty all you can see in her wanton eyes is her desire to be owned by you in this moment.

Relinquishing yourself to the pleasure her mouth and throat were giving made you feel the end quickly approaching.

“M-Momo, I’m gonna-”

Momo quickly pushes against you and releases you from her mouth, gasping for air.

“Not.. not yet... you haven’t even gotten to the best part yet,” she said between heavy breaths.

She then reached both arms above her head and looked at you.

“Take this off of me,” she said seductively.

You reached down and grabbed the loose fabric pulling it up and over Momo’s head giving you an even better view of her cleavage and delicious abs. Momo then made quick work of her bra freeing her tits with a little bounce.

Momo then cups her breasts and pushes them upward.

“You’ve been staring at these most of the day. Do you like them?”

“I love them,” you growl back at her.

Going down on one knee and you capture her left tit in your mouth. You begin to hungrily lap at it, taking long, wide licks across the mound. It’s as if you hadn’t had anything to eat for days just trying to satisfy your need. Moving your attention to her erect nipple causes Momo to let out a moan.

“Baby…”

Moving your left hand up you trace your fingers along her abs, slowly and methodically guiding your index finger along her center line. You begin to feel goosebumps forming underneath your fingertips as you draw closer to her unattended breast. Finally reaching its destination, Momo lets out another satisfied moan as you begin to knead her free breast.

Momo, wanting to help you feel more satisfied, reaches down and grabs your rock hard cock moving her hand in a corkscrew motion. A muffled moan can be made out from the head buried in Momo’s tit. Subtly rocking your hips you fuck into her hand as she continues the motions.

After feeling satisfied with your work on one tit, you switch positions now engulfing her other breast with your mouth while kneading her freshly devoured one. Pushing the both together and placing your face in her beautiful cleavage kissing the valley that lies underneath.

Momo releases her grip on your dick and pushes you to stand up. She then sat up and pushed both of her breasts together capturing your dick between her soft mounds. Slowly she begins to rock her body up and down causing the head of dick to appear and disappear in her cleavage.

You let out a long deep moan as Momo continues to fuck you with her tits. Her soft breasts created an inescapable domain for you dick. Not that you’d ever want to leave it, but even if you tried she wouldn’t allow it.

Gazing back down Momo was looking up at you, her eyes glazed over with lust wanting nothing more than you in this moment.

“Fuck my tits.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Pushing yourself off the tree and planting your feet firmly on the ground, you place a hand on top of her shoulder and you begin to thrust upwards. A soft moan escaped her lips letting you know she enjoyed this almost as much as you did. Guiding your other hand to her face, you caress her cheek attempting to give her any kind of affection you could. Momo dips her head back down, licking your swollen red head every time it reveals itself.

Her smooth soft skin on the underside of your cock plus the soft warmness that her tits were providing was magical. Her breasts already covered in spit and drool made them even easier to fuck into. Adding Momo’s tongue aiming for your leaking slit whenever it entered her view you were in a complete state of euphoria.

At this point you knew you wouldn’t be lasting much longer. Once again beginning to lose control you found yourself pushing closer and closer towards the point of no return.

“Momo” you let out in between breaths.

“Cum for me, wherever you want. Just let it all out”

With that you were sent over the edge, increasing the pace with whcih you were fucking her tits. You grabbed the back of Momo’s head and shoved her down onto your cock. Your balls visibly pulsed as you released thick rope after thick rope of cum down her throat. Momo suctioned her mouth around your dick draining it of every last drop. As she released it from her mouth with a pop, she opened her mouth and showed no traces of your cum anywhere to be seen.

“Holy shit Momo that was incredible.”

“It must have been with how much you just came. I will be expecting you to pay me back later though” she teases with a wink.

Feeling a throb go through your dick as you hear those words, but quickly shake off the sensation knowing this isn’t the time or place for something like that.

—

Luckily you two weren’t the last two to return to the group, which gave you a huge relief off your shoulders not having to explain where you were causing the whole group to wait up.

As you all headed toward the exit after a long and tiring day, you feel someone tap you on the shoulder. Expecting Momo to be there you turn to see Sana, an orange haired beauty who was equally as stunning as Momo.

“I saw you and Momo today and I have to say that it was fucking hot. Watching her take your big dick all the way down her throat…” she whispers as a little shiver rushes over her. “All I’ll say is I can’t wait for it to be my turn after the show I watched.”

“Your turn?”

“Oh don’t worry you're gonna have plenty of time to figure out what’s going on” Sana slyly retorts back walking ahead of you to talk with Nayeon and Tzuyu.

“So, are you going to pay me back in your room or mine?” Momo teases.

Author’s Note: Hey everyone who ends up reading this. I hope this wasn’t too bad, it was my first REAL attempt to write something like this and I hope it wasn’t too bad. Feel free to comment or send messages through asks on what you liked or didn’t like. Thanks for reading!

#twice smut #momo smut #male reader #reader insert #momo #twice #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction

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mlm-writer · 4 years

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Go On (Steve Rodgers x GN!Reader)

Kinktober Day 9: Facefucking

Pairing: Steve Rodgers (Captain America) x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1278 Summary: Steve has a big dick and you want him to fuck your face with it. Note: I am so frantically writing right now to release two things today. Tags: Facefucking (duh), captain kink(?), cum-eating and coming untouched

“Are you absolutely sure?” You let out the longest sigh yet and placed both hands on Steve’s chest. You pushed him backwards until his back was pressed against the wall.

“All this time and all this practice, and I still have to prove to you I can take it, hmm?” You tilted your head, feigning disappointment in a way that Steve had gotten used to see from you. Your hand unceremoniously dropped to his belt buckle, undoing it and pushing his jeans to the floor. Steve was about to say something, but you put your hand over his mouth. “Nah ah, I will show you just how well I can take your fat cock, captain.” You smiled impishly, noticing the heavy swallow.

You dropped to your knees and tugged his underwear down. You bought several dumb Avengers underwear for him, but he never wore them, going for standard white boxers instead. You licked his cock, eyes up to stare into his as you gradually brought Steve Jr. to attention. You closed your eyes as you sucked the head inside, moaning around him to show you liked it. Taking it easy at first, you went no further than halfway his length. Steve dripped precum onto your tongue and you happily swallowed it. You pulled off to stroke him. You spread the saliva over his entire length with your hand, smiling up at him. Steve had his mouth hanging open, hands flat on the wall as he stared at you with wonder. “Want me to show you I can take it all?” You questioned him with a wicked grin.

Steve licked his dry lips and nodded. “Go on,” he encouraged you, a breathy tone lacing his voice. You stuck your tongue out and placed his cock on top of it. You slowly tilted your head and pushed your mouth further over his cock. Your arousal spiked as his length pushed against your limit. You suppressed your gag reflex, wrapping your lips around the base of his cock. He let out a long groan, the sound of pleasure coming from his entire body. It fuelled your pride, helped you stay there for him while tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

You pulled away until just the tip remained inside your mouth. You gasped for air, smiling around his length. After a breath or two you went back to work, showing off a little more than you usually would with swallowing him deep and making a show out of dripping saliva all over yourself. “Enough proof for you, captain?” You mused as you sucked the saliva that dripped off his cock back into your mouth.

Steve nodded. “Yes, fuck, yes I got the message,” he panted, his cock red and dripping from the slit.

“Then give me what I want.” Steve groaned and took a firm hold of your head. He kept it in place as he thrusted his cock back inside your wet hole. You held your mouth open for him and let him take the reins. Steve was careful with you as he always was. Usually it made you all soft, but not tonight. You had talked about this a lot. You had practiced and now you could take it; you wanted it so bad.

Steve pulled out, much to your dismay. “You ok? You don’t seem to enjoy this much.” You took a moment to regain your breath, before looking at him. He looked so worried. It was cute, but it also broke your heart to see him look at you as if he truly believed he was no good for you.

You took his hands and intertwined his fingers with your hair. “I told you what I want Steve. I love you, but stop treating me like I’m made of glass.” Steve nodded slowly, his eyes almost showing a loading screen. “Use me, captain,” you added, snapping him out of it.

“Ok, I get it.” He took a deep breath, the airflow shaky. His caring nature was usually endearing, but now it was an obstacle. If only he understood this was not going to hurt you. His grip on your hair tightened as he started thrusting again, but he was rougher this time. “Just hit my thigh when it is too much,” he groaned as he seemed to get more into it. Soon his hands started moving as well, pushing and pulling on your head to make your mouth glide over his big cock. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he really went for it, fucking your mouth and shoving your head over his length like a toy. Just when you ran out of breath he pulled out and before you could get a good breath, he forced his length down your throat again.

“Fuck you make such lewd sounds,” he cursed, before pulling you off his cock. You stared up at him, coughing a little. Your face was covered in your own saliva. You felt dirty, but somehow sexy as your boyfriend looked down at you as if you were the most sexy thing he ever laid his eyes on. “You like choking on my cock baby?” You nodded, not needing a second to think about it. “Then choke on it.” He pulled you back, sliding his cock all the way in and forcing your nose to press against his pelvis. Tears formed in your eyes as he held you there, cock all the way down your throat. You drooled around it, gagging a little, but holding on.

When he finally let you go, you pulled back as fast as you could, hanging your head as you coughed. “Do it again,” you choked out and he roughly grabbed you by the hair. He kept you on his cock for longer and longer. The fourth time he held you there, you couldn’t hold it much longer. You came with his cock filling your mouth, not a single touch to yourself. You body spasmed and he held you in place, making you cum just from the taste of his cock and the feeling of being totally dominated.

This time he didn’t let you go. He pulled you off, allowing you two deep breaths, before using your head again like a fleshlight. The world around you was a blur. The only focus was Steve and his big cock. When he finally let you go, you felt him slap your cheek with his thick length. “Do you want me to cum on your face or in your mouth?” You opened your mouth for him, tongue out to make it clear where you wanted his load. He rubbed his cock, the tip resting against your tongue. You waited obediently for him, closing your eyes reflexively when he threw his head back. You closed your lips over his tip, sucking the cum out of him and swallowing. Steve always came a lot. A solid minute later you let him go and he grabbed your head again, tilting it up so he could kiss you more easily. His tongue explored your mouth, getting a sample of the lingering taste of his own cum in your mouth. When he finally let you go, neither of you couldn't help but smile.

"Fuck that was hot. Did you see me cum just from that?" You giggle as you leaned back on your heels. Steve picked you up from the floor; finally getting off your knees felt good.

"How could I miss that? It was really hot." He kissed the top of your head, before laying you down on the bed. "Now relax. I'll grab something to get your face cleaned up."

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wind-goddess-eri · 3 years

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Joker’s Wild (Shang Tsung x Reader) Chapter 3

THIS IS THE SMUT CHAPTER!!! Please be advised this is a f!reader so...if you don’t like reading stuff with genitalia I understand. Also I finally go around to doing this. I’m proud...I had to take at least 3 breaks cause hot damn I’ve never been so into Shang in my life. I thank @shang-hung for getting me into him.

When you awoke, you started thinking on what exactly happened. Your memories were a little hazy right now and you knew if you thought too hard you'd get a headache. You looked to see Maleena and Sub-Zero. "Wha...Wha...??" you whispered to the both of them. Sub-Zero's voice filled the room. "Poor girl, she's dazed and confused. Should we take her to her room?" Sub-Zero asks Mileena very concerned for your safety. He knew of Shang Tsung's plan to ask you to marry him.

It was Mileena's sharp tongue that brought him out of his little thoughts. "Bring her to the couch!" Mileena demanded him. Sub-Zero picked you up and headed to the living room. Shang was sitting on the couch when the two of them walked back into the living room from the bathroom.

Relief consumed the outworlders seeing Shang was wake. He had been out cold for a little while and neither of them were able to wake him up. Granted that they did try to throw water in his face, that didn't work. "Lord Tsung! How are you feeling." Shang's voice sounded tired, like he'd been drugged so much that he probably couldn't think straight. "I'm alright Bi-Han. Where's Y/N?" the sorcerer asks rubbing his eyes.

"She's right here." the cryomancer answers, showing Shang that you was in his arms. Shang blinked several times, wondering how he'd missed that. Again, Mileena's sharp tongue was heard, only this time it was directed toward Shang Tsung. Both of the men noticed that Mileena was being extremely bossy today. Normally she's not this bad. "Get out of the way Shang! Sub-Zero, put her on the couch. Try not to wake her just yet," Mileena instructed. Without Sub-Zero knowing, You fell asleep in his arms. He gently puts you on the couch and immediately looks at Mileena who is staring out the window furious. "That fucking Joker! I'd kill him myself. Fucking asshole," she mutters under her breath

"Mileena...are yo--" Sub Zero was about to finish his sentence when he was interrupted by her turning on him. Apparently she didn't like to be interrupted when she was having a conversation with herself. "Shut your face!" Mileena snapped at him. "Come with me. We need to find this fucker. He has crossed the line. Nobody messes with my friends!"

Mileena and Sub Zero leave the house to go find The Joker and possibly kill him. Shang Tsung looked at you. All of his drugged up thoughts were gone when he looked down at you, now he thought clearly. He fears the worst for you. He fears that whatever happened a few hours ago while he was unconscious affected you to a point to where you will be scared of everyone, including him. A few hours pass and Shang just watched you, wondering what to do. He'd never had to go through this kind of thing before and he didn't even know what had happened, only that that his girlfriend went to take a shower and the next thing he knew he was out cold. Slowly you awoke again.

As you laid there wrapped in a fluffy towel on the couch, you stared at the ceiling, thinking about what you did. You thought, 'What have I done? It was so wrong, yet so pleasurable.' You turned your head to see Shang watching you. Those demon like eyes staring at you, making you feel like you were more important to the world, his world. The look of concern was written all over his youthful face and you didn't know what you could do to take it off. You looked the other way. You started to cry, thinking, remembering what happened.

Oh what a horrible thing you had done and you couldn't help but feel guilty for it. How could you do that to Shang? What's more, how could The Joker do that to you? He knew all too well that the moment you looked into his eyes; you'd obey him no matter how stupid his request was or how terrible it could be. You were lucky to have someone as loyal as Shang Tsung around in your life. As the sorcerer held you, comforting you, the mere feeling of his hand going up and down on your back only made your love for Shang grow. It amazed you how understanding and patient he could be. Slowly you looked into his eyes and admired the color of them. They were so loving yet mysterious that you couldn't resist the urge to kiss him, so you did it, but in a teasing manner. You did this on purpose because you knew that he just wanted to snog you senseless when it came to it but the wait drove him nuts.

Unexpectedly, he reached behind your head and pulled your lips back to his making sure to press them hard together. Suddenly you found yourself entangling your arms around his neck and then grabbing handfuls of his hair to pull his face away from yours. "I love it when you do this to me."

"I love it when I'm able to make you feel better,My dear." he replied. He crashed his lips to yours and made sure that the two of them wouldn't be able to breathe. Oh how he loved the taste of your mouth, the softness of your lips. You loved how forceful and demanding he would become. Sometimes he scared you with how demanding he'd became, but you loved every minute of him torturing you.

At some point his shirt left his body and your nails lightly scratched his back, bringing that tingly feeling he loved so much. Your hands roamed all over his body as if it were new territory for you to explore even though you'd explored every inch of his body already. Stopping you momentarily he locked eyes with you and reached for your hands and led you to the bedroom. The moment the door closed they were at it like animals. Quickly your hands worked on his belt buckle while his worked on simply taking your towel. In seconds you stood completely naked in front of each other.

Shang took all of you into his eyes like eye candy. At times he wondered how the hell he became as lucky as to have you as his girlfriend. Slowly he closed the short distance between you both and lightly touched your arm, making sure to trace his fingers slowly over your delicate skin.

The moment he touched you set your skin on fire. Right away you wanted to pounce on him, leaving all form of decency behind. Yet you remained still, calm, collective, knowing full well that the longer she waited the more pleasure there would be. He made you lay down on the bed, from your knees to your feet hung off, making sure to use the edge of the bed to your advantage. You looked into his eyes and saw purely love. Any other woman would believe it to be lust but you'd looked into his soul before and knew it to be otherwise. His charm merely added to the sexiness of his being. You reached up and cupped his face with your right hand. As if on cue, Shang leaned down and kissed you deeply.

As much as he wanted to hold out on their foreplay, he was a man still and you just touching any piece of his skin drove him to the point of a purely animalistic good fuck. He would know, you'd told him. Waiting no longer, he slowly opened her legs and put the tip of his hard cock at your entrance. The second he broke the kiss he looked into your eyes and your soul, thrusting hard into you, making you release a pure cry of pleasure. Your warm pussy felt good around his rock hard cock, like smooth velvet or silk. A few seconds went by until he could feel you putting your feet at the edge of the bed and your arms wrapped around his torso. He felt your lips touch his ear and a single word escaped them. "Please."

Barely on the verge of control, he started a slow rhythm that was soon matched by yours. The more he thrust into you the deeper he went and feeling you quiver beneath him. Your hot sex contracted around him every time he filled you and he had to go faster. What seemed like forever drew on. Every thrust he made brought you both closer to climax. Words started coming out of your mouth at random. Shang knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer so he quickened his pace, making sure to hit the right spot. You were going crazy. The more he pumped inside you the closer you were to the edge of sanity.

Without warning, you flipped him over and straddled him, thrusting hard against him and making him moan like crazy. As you rocked your hips back and forth you could feel yourself start to cum. Faster, and faster and harder and harder you rode Shang until you finally saw white light and reached your peak, somehow bringing Shang with you to that point in time where your hearts were beating in sync. You both came at the same time. Not bothering to get off him, you lay on his chest and felt his heavy breathing beneath you. There was never bliss like this before you met your Shang.

#n/sfw text #smut #jokers wild #chapter 3 #shang tsung x reader #mortal kombat #mk11 #fanfiction #my writing

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 4 years

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Logan's Flawless Plan to Getting Out of Being Sick

Ao3

Summary: Logan was sick. He was well-aware of this fact. He was also well-aware that he had better things to be doing than lying about and ‘resting.’ His husband disagrees Content: Sickfic, fever + coughing are the only mentioned symptoms, brief unsafe binding, one alcohol mention, taking more medicine than the dosage amount, the consequences of that (gaps in time/memory, minor hallucinations, senses going fuzzy), half-collapsing, swearing, transmale!logan, transmale!remy, lots of sappy losleep Pairing: Romantic losleep Notes: Three of them: -Based on this post -You’ll notice Logan doesn’t try to keep Remy from getting sick. This is bc they both know Remy’s already doomed to get sick, given he and Logan live together. This was important to me to say bfchsdf -This story’s in Logan’s POV. And Logan is very loopy. Keep this in mind.

Logan was sick

“You’re not going to work today.”

Terribly, horribly sick.

“Yes I am.”

But that wasn’t going to stop him from doing his job, damnit.

Logan heard his husband sigh as he tried to properly tie his tie for the fifth time. The normally easy, effortless action had become difficult, his fingers slow and fumbling as he tried to pull the loop together. He dropped the fabric with a huff after another attempt failed.

Hands that weren’t his own entered his field of vision, tugging the tie off his neck. “You shouldn’t be wearing this anyways.” Remy murmured, likely tossing it to the side. “You’re already coughing enough without it.”

“I’m not coug-” Logan broke off halfway through his sentence, taking a moment to cough into his arm and think about the irony of the moment, “-coughing that much.”

“Mm-hmm. I call bullshit, darling.” Remy said, brushing some of Logan’s hair behind his ear before resting his hand against Logan’s forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re sick, is what you are.”

“No, I just-” Logan once more paused to cough, Remy guiding him to sit back down on the bed when a few seconds passed and he was still coughing.

“You want to finish that sentence?” Remy asked, tone slightly mocking but mostly concerned.

“Alright, fine. I’m sick.” Logan admitted before continuing on petulantly, “But I’m still going to work.”

“No, you’re not. You’ll just make yourself worse, and you’ll get all your students sick while you’re at it.”

“They have better immune systems, and I‘ll keep plenty of distance between myself and them.” Logan reasoned. “I’m going to work.”

Remy shook his head. “You have a minor death wish, babe. What’s so wrong with staying home and resting and being doted on by your wonderful boyfriend?”

“Husband, Remy, we’re married.”

Remy’s eyes widened in both surprise and recollection, and Logan let out a little content sigh, leaning his head against Remy’s shoulder. “We are, aren’t we?” Remy said, voice joyfully awed.

“We are.” Logan confirmed. “I got you a very pretty ring for it and we exchanged some very cheesy vows and everything.”

“I know. Just forgot for a moment.” Remy said, raising Logan’s left hand so he could press a kiss both to the back of his hand and over his wedding ring. Logan knew he should tell him not to, warn him of germs and the like, but he found it doubtful Remy would listen to him anyways. “Now. What’s so wrong with staying home and resting and being doted on by your wonderful husband?”

“I have important lessons to teach. And it’s unfair to just abandon my students with no warning.” Logan answered. “They at least need a warning that I’m not going to be there tomorrow.”

Remy rubbed circles into the back of Logan’s hand. “You really want to go in, huh.”

“Yes. But only for today, I promise- I’ll stay home tomorrow.”

“I’m not sure you can make it through the day, babe.” Remy said, concern once more leaking into his voice. “Your temp’s real high, and you haven’t even been up for an hour yet.”

“One class then. I can leave a note for the rest of the classes. Please, Rem.” Logan begged. “Just one class.”

Remy pulled his head back a bit, still allowing Logan’s head to remain on his shoulder while also letting him look at Logan’s face. “Why do you want to go in so badly, hun?”

“I promised my students I wouldn’t flake out on them if they didn’t flake out on me. I have to keep that promise.”

“I hardly count being too sick to work ‘flaking out.’”

“Please, Remy, please?” Was Logan’s only response, using his new advantage of Remy being able to see his face by pouting. Remy always folded when he pouted. “One class. Just so I can leave notes for the students. Please.”

Remy’s resolve against his pouting husband lasted for five seconds. “You know I hate it when you do it.” He huffed, though he didn’t sound very annoyed as he moved to card his fingers through Logan’s hair. “One class. That’s all.”

Logan let out a sigh of relief and slumped further against Remy. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Remy said. “But I’m coming with you to make sure you don’t try to stay longer. And you’re staying home tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. And you’re going to get changed into your comfy clothes. You don’t need to be in your polo and slacks right now.”

“Fine.” Logan said neutrally, still just thankful he had managed to convince Remy to let him go at all. Hopefully, going through the motions of the first class would make him feel better, thereby making him less sick, thereby letting him further convince Remy he was fine enough to work the whole day. A foolproof plan. Probably. “Can I at least leave my binder on?”

Remy went stiff next to him, which Logan thought was rude, considering Remy’s shoulder was much nicer to lay against when the muscles in it weren’t so tense. “Hun, please tell me you’re joking.”

“About what?”

“Having your binder on while you’re having coughing fits, that’s what!” Remy said, sounding slightly frantic. “Love, you know I’d give you anything I could, but you need to take that off. Now.”

Logan whined against Remy’s shoulder, not particularly inclined to feel childish for doing so. “I like it on.”

“I know you do, starshine, and normally I do too, but right now I’d really, really like it if it was off of you, okay?” Remy said, still sounding frantic though his voice was very gentle. Ah. That meant he was really worried. Maybe Logan should take the binder off.

“...Alright.” Logan mumbled, trying to not feel too put out. He was sure there was a good reason Remy wanted him to take his binder off. Granted, at the moment, he couldn’t remember it, but he tried not to worry about that. He didn’t need to remember all the important stuff. Remy would remind him. Remy was good like that. Remy was so, so good.

“Alright. That’s good.” Remy said, sounding calmer. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead before getting up, making sure Logan wouldn’t fall over without him supporting Logan’s head before stepping away. “I’mma grab you your sweater, okay? The nice, big lumpy one. And some other comfy clothes. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Logan nodded as he started to tug his shirt off, aware that his polo didn’t count as comfy clothes. Remy nodded with him before turning and wandering out of the room. Logan wasn’t sure where he was going- to be frank, Logan wasn’t completely sure where the door he had gone through led to, but he was sure that wherever Remy was going, it was the right place to be going.

Though it took a fair amount of fumbling, Logan managed to shed his shirt and binder, having moved on to fighting his belt buckle by the time Remy returned.

“Here, let me help you with that.” Remy said, dropping a pile of clothes next to Logan as he easily undid the belt, pulling it free of its loops before helping Logan to pull his pants off as well. “There we go.”

“I took off my binder.” Logan said, a bit abruptly. He knew that Remy could see that the binder was off and next to him, but he felt he had to say it too, just in case, to make sure Remy wouldn’t start sounding frantic and worried again. Logan didn’t like when Remy sounded like that. Remy shouldn’t have to be frantic and worried.

“I know, love, I saw.” Remy said, reaching up to cup Logan’s cheek. “And I’m so proud of you for doing that. You did very good, yeah?”

Logan nodded. “Yeah.”

Remy smiled at him. “Let’s get you into these nice comfy clothes now, okay? Then we can go and make sure you’re not late for class while also being very cozy and very lumpy. And I’ll be lumpy too so we can both suffer the world binder-less together, because I’m pretty sure that’s what true love is.”

“True love is you.” Logan said, and while he wasn’t quite sure where the words came from, or exactly what they meant, he was sure he meant them.

Remy chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re loopy.” He said, picking up the first article of clothing on the pile- a pair of dark sweatpants. “Now come on. Let’s get you dressed.”

It took ten minutes for Logan to get dressed, mostly because he insisted on trying to put on each article of clothing himself, only to be forced to accept Remy’s help when he proved unable to fully pull anything over his head. He did, however, manage to get the pants on by himself, and he decided that was the greatest achievement of his life.

Remy got himself dressed while Logan put on his shoes and prepared his ‘secret weapon’, only taking three minutes to get on an outfit nearly identical to Logan’s, which Logan considered to be unfair. He looked good, too, even in his bigger jacket and with his tousled hair. Logan felt and looked like a lump. A hot, frustrated lump. Though maybe that was the minor fever.

Logan took a swig of his secret weapon and tried not to choke on the taste. Hopefully the fever would be taken care of soon enough. And he could deal with being a lump if it made Remy happy.

At Logan’s grimace after his sip, Remy, who was waiting for his coffee to finish brewing, raised an eyebrow. “Forgot to add the sugar to your tea?”

Logan shook his head. “Not tea.”

“...What is it?”

“My secret weapon.”

Remy frowned. “Logan, honey, I can’t let you drink vodka while you’re sick. Or whiskey. Or whatever alcohol you have in there. And I definitely can’t let you bring it to school-”

“It’s not alcohol!” Logan defended, just managing to bite back on a ‘mostly.’ That wasn’t going to help him or his mission.

Remy’s eyes widened. “Rat poison is worse.”

“Why do you- it’s not rat poison either, I promise.” Logan said, taking Remy’s hand and squeezing it. “It’s just some tea. My throat’s raw, that’s all.”

“...I thought it wasn’t tea?”

“Did I say that?” Logan asked, because he really wasn’t sure. Everything felt fuzzy, memory included. He hoped that meant the secret weapon was kicking in and not that his fever was getting worse. He had things to do.

Remy was still watching him a bit too closely and Logan realized he hadn’t given a very good answer. “We should be going.” He said, hoping that would distract Remy. He knew pushing the point that he was only drinking tea would result in Remy wanting to taste said tea to be sure he wasn’t lying and Logan knew that wasn’t going to work.

Luckily for him, Remy let it slide.

“Yeah, we should.” He agreed, reaching over to grab his coffee before wrapping his free arm around Logan’s waist, pulling him close as they started to head for the door. “I already got the keys in my pocket.”

“I can walk perfectly well on my own, you know.” Logan pointed out, even as he leaned into Remy’s grasp. Just because he didn’t need to be coddled didn’t mean he didn’t like to be near to his husband.

Remy chuckled. “I know, babe, but I also know that you keep wobbling with every other step. I don’t need you adding a bad fall to your list of problems.” He teased. When he got to the door, however, he stopped before opening it, glancing at Logan with light concern. “Are you sure you want to go to work? I know you want to warn your students you’ll be gone, but the more rest you get, the quicker you’ll be better-”

Logan silenced Remy by leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’ll be just fine, dear.” Logan said as smoothly as he could. “But your worry is appreciated.”

Remy didn’t seem wholly convinced, but he still nodded, pressing a quick return kiss to the top of Logan’s head. “Alright. I believe you.” He said before he moved to open the door, somehow managing the feat despite still holding his coffee cup. Leaning slightly more into his touch, Logan allowed Remy to lead him out to the car.

The ride to the university Logan worked at was unimpressive, mostly due to the fact that Logan barely remembered a minute of it. He felt as if all his senses were going fuzzy at the edges, what little focus he had left becoming untrustworthy as he could’ve sworn he saw green stars dancing across the windshield at some point during the drive. The lack of feeling was, however, sufficiently numbing the pain of his fever, so Logan was taking that as a plus.

He only realized they were at the university when Remy was shaking his arm, looking at him funny as Logan partially snapped out of the daze he had been in.

“Are you sure you’re okay, sugar?” Remy asked, sounding once more worried. Logan frowned. He didn’t want Remy to sound worried. “We can go home if you need to…”

Logan shook his head instinctively when he heard home. He couldn’t go home. The whole point of this was to be at work and get into his schedule and pretend everything was fine until it was and feel better so that Remy didn’t have to be worried.

“If you’re sure.” Remy said, though he certainly didn’t sound very sure. Logan frowned more as Remy helped him get out of the car, leaning against him without comment this time. Remy made a very good support. Especially when the entire world was jumping up and down. Repeatedly.

The walk from the parking lot to his classroom was not one Logan remembered, but Logan tried not to let that bother him. He must have drunk more of his secret weapon, though, because the world was starting to become easier to focus on again. The world was also filled with purple and yellow scars that seemed to be tearing apart the fabric of reality, but Logan was fairly certain those were always there.

A blink took him from outside his classroom to inside, where he found his class already waiting for him, all eyes on him and Remy as soon as they entered. Good. They were there, and he could see them clearly. Double win.

“Professor…?” One of the students (send Logan home if he knew which one) said hesitantly. Probably confused by why Remy was there.

Logan patted Remy’s shoulder, hoping that would signal to him that Logan didn’t need his support anymore. Remy promptly let go of him, albeit slowly, watching Logan carefully to make sure he didn’t fall over the moment he stood on his own. Did Logan wobble? No, not at all.

...Maybe a little.

Logan rubbed at the new bruise he had on his hip that may or may not have come from him stumbling into a desk, hard. Okay, maybe a lot. But it was fine, he was fine- he hadn’t fallen over, yet, and that was what really mattered.

By the time he had made it to his desk, set in the center of the front of the room for a reason Logan was sure was very logical, all eyes were on him, including the eyes that were normally still on their phones or closed in faux rest. Another point in his favor. No need to call the class’s attention when he already had it.

Of course, now he needed something to start the lesson with. What was the lesson anyways? Actually, while he was wondering, what class did he teach? How was Logan going to start a class he knew nothing about?

Logan’s gaze flickered to the corner of the classroom, ignoring the sea of concerned looks from his students to focus on the concerned look from Remy, who had even taken his sunglasses off just so Logan could see it. If he had ever had them on. Had he? Didn’t matter. Unimportant. What was important was that Logan had an idea: if he didn’t know how to start class, he would simply steal Remy’s style.

That thought (and no others) in mind, Logan slammed his thermos on top of his desk.

The entire class, Remy included, startled at the noise, all thrown off by it. The only reason it didn’t startle Logan was because he didn’t hear it. At the newly bewildered expressions of everyone in front of him, he cleared his throat, still channeling Remy as he began,

“There’s more pressure in my sinuses right now then there is at the bottom of the sea.” A lie- the real problem Logan was dealing with at the moment was the fever he couldn’t feel but could taste (it tasted peppery, which was appropriate, Logan decided). That and the fact that Logan didn’t think it was humanly possible for his sinuses to be more pressurized than the bottom of the sea. Maybe it was. He should test that.

But not now. Now the class was clearly waiting for him to continue, and continue he would, because he had planned an entire paragraph of this and he was going to say all of it so long as he had vocal cords.

“This,” Logan paused. The container in his hand had a name. Too bad he couldn’t remember it. Logan clicked his tongue, deciding a substitution would have to do before he started again, “This thing’s full of NyQuil.”

That sparked a reaction- gasps from multiple students, and one person he was fairly certain was his husband yelling, “That thing’s full of WHAT!?” Logan nodded to himself. Good. Reactions were good. They meant that his class was following along.

“I’m going to drink it while I teach,” Logan went on, ignoring the continued gasps of shock and possible horror, “and when your heads are replaced by swirling rainbows, I will cancel the rest of class.”

That, of course, was a ridiculous timeline to set. The students’ heads would never become rainbows, swirling or otherwise, which mean Logan wouldn’t have to cancel class, which meant he could teach the full class, which would certainly go over as well in reality as it had in his head, and when Remy saw how well he was doing he’d let him teach for the whole day through. It was a foolproof plan. He truly was a genius.

“Professor… is that safe?”

Logan was pulled from his thoughts and mental back patting by one of the students in the front row. He wasn’t quite sure who they were, probably because their face was blurring into the student’s next to him. He took a swig of the NyQuil. Hopefully that would fix things.

“It’s perfectly safe, as long as I don’t die while doing it.” Logan answered, which was true. Another true thing was that Logan… didn’t know if this was safe. But NyQuil was medicine, so it couldn’t be too bad to take extra of it, right? Right. Right right right right right right-

“Sir, maybe you should go home.” Another student spoke up, sounding concerned. A chorus of agreeing murmurs rose at the suggestion.

“That’s what I told him to do!” Remy added from his spot leaning against the back wall. “But he said he had an obligation to not ‘flake out’ on all y’all lovelies.”

“That’s a great sentiment, prof, but uh… really unneeded.” A student who Logan could see right through said. “We’ll be fine without you for a bit… you should get your rest.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Logan said dismissively, taking another sip from his thing of NyQuil. He no longer cringed at the taste, mostly due in part to the fact he could no longer feel his tongue- therefore meaning he could no longer taste much of anything. “I’m perfectly fine to teach. There’s no need for me to rest.”

“Bullshit.” Remy said, pushing off of the wall and walking towards the stairs, though he didn’t go down them just yet. “I love you hun, but that’s bullshit. Do you even know what you’re teaching today?”

Logan frowned. “Of course I know. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Then teach us.” A student near the back said, which Logan considered rude, because he was fairly certain that student was ganging up with his husband to… something. They were certainly doing something. Something trap-y probably. Normally Logan was very good at avoiding traps. But he had to see them coming to do so.

“I will.” Logan told them flatly, doing his best to look as put-together as he could as he turned down to look at his desk. Surely, his lesson plan was somewhere there. That would have all the answers he currently couldn’t remember.

Luckily for him, his lesson plan was right in the middle of the desk, easy to see and grab. Perfect. Now, if the words on it would just stop dancing, Logan would have everything he needed to convince his husband and class he was perfectly fine.

Logan drank more of his no-longer-a-secret secret weapon as he lifted the paper up to his face, hoping that by decreasing the distance between his face and the paper he would also decrease the dancing of the letters. He was fairly certain it would work because ‘distance’ ‘decrease’ and ‘dance’ all started with the letter ‘d.’

Sadly, his perfect theory was somehow proven wrong- the letters got closer together when he raised the paper, but they didn’t stop dancing, now waving and wiggling in place, as if to spite Logan and his attempts to read them.

“Love?” Logan jerked as he turned towards the source of the word, surprised to find Remy only a few feet away from him. When had he gotten so close? “What are you doing?”

Logan waved his lesson plan at Remy. Wasn’t it obvious? “Checking the lesson plan.” He answered as he took another sip from his thing, ignoring Remy’s frown when he did so.

“I know I’m not a professor, hun, but I think that’s an attendance sheet.”

Now Logan frowned as he moved the paper back in front of his face, squinting at it. It seemed the letters were now willing to still, albeit only a little, just so that Logan could see it was, in fact, a list of student names followed by boxes that, when marked, could indicate a wide variety of things. None of the boxes could, however, tell Logan what his lesson was.

“So it is.” Logan commented neutrally, flipping the paper over to see if perhaps the lesson plan was hiding there. “So it is.”

“Yeah… sweetheart, I’m starting to think it was a bad idea letting you come here.” Remy said, prompting Logan to look up from his search for the lesson plan to focus on Remy instead. That proved hard to do, however, given his face was blurring into a swirl. Logan frowned, feeling distressed. Remy’s face wasn’t supposed to look like that. It was supposed to be pretty and have a chin and brilliant eyes and other features Logan was sure he also loved.

“Your face is wrong.” Maybe if Remy knew his face was wrong, he’d fix it, and it would look right and Logan wouldn’t have to feel distressed and upset and very unable to focus on mundane things such as teaching.

“And you’re proving my point.” Remy responded, though he didn’t seem to be trying to fix his face, which was very unhelpful of him. Though maybe Remy couldn’t see that his face was wrong. Maybe only Logan could because of his stupid fever. Of course it was still messing with him. Nothing another sip of NyQuil couldn’t fix-

“Yeah, we’re not having any more of that.” The thing was taken from Logan’s hands before he could actually get any of the drink into his mouth. He looked at Remy in betrayal as his husband opened the lid and glanced into the container. “How much of this stuff have you drunk, anyways?”

“Not enough.” Logan said, reaching out to take it back. Remy just stepped away, holding the NyQuil out of reach. “Remy.”

Remy just shook his head. “Nope. No more of this for you.”

Logan huffed and stepped towards Remy, reaching out to try and make a grab for the thing. “Let me-”

Remy grabbed the hand that Logan had put out, stopping his attempt and his sentence. “I said nope, sugar.”

Logan’s focus had fallen away from retrieving his NyQuil, however. He was now looking concentratedly at their linked hands, slightly wiggling his fingers in Remy’s grasp- experimentally, not attempting to escape his hold.

“...You good there, hun?”

“Warm.” Was Logan’s only response. Remy tilted his head to the side, confused, before his expression became one of understanding. Still holding Logan’s hand, Remy bent over and placed the thing on the ground before standing back up and moving closer to Logan, taking his other hand in his newly free one.

“Is that nice?” Remy asked, gently, which Logan vaguely registered meant he was trying to lower Logan’s guard and that that was Bad. It was, however, working, as Logan was now fairly certain anything outside of holding Remy’s hands was completely and utterly unimportant.

“Very good.” He said, very eloquently in his opinion. “You’re very good.”

“I know I am.” Remy responded, squeezing Logan’s hands. “I’m so good, in fact, I’m going to take you home now, because I should never have let you leave the house. A mistake, I note, was yours since you used your pout on me knowing full well I would not stand against it.”

“But my classes-”

“Would really prefer you stay home and rest.” A voice that was not Remy’s said. Logan was fairly certain that meant it was one of his students, but he didn’t look to check. He was extremely busy looking at Remy. “You look like you’re going to collapse, prof- just take the day off.”

“I’m fine.” Logan said automatically.

“None of us believe that lie, love.” Remy said as he released one of Logan’s hands. Logan whined at that, and Remy softly shushed him as he moved to rest a hand on Logan’s forehead. “I think the NyQuil’s made your fever worse-”

Remy probably continued speaking after that, but Logan stopped listening, instead choosing to lean into the warmth that was now against his already too-warm forehead. The motion of leaning in was slight, barely a shift at all, but it was also apparently too much, and Logan’s hard fought for balance completely failed him. He tipped forwards, not bothering to try and slow his descent as he began mentally writing his will.

Arms, warm arms, arms that were warm, wrapped around his midsection, stopping Logan from falling all the way over. “And look at that! You’re actually collapsing now. We’re going home, Lo.”

“Mhmmm.” Was all Logan managed. Remy was warm. Remy was really warm. And nice. So nice. Had Logan been trying to work? That seemed silly. Work wasn’t Remy.

Speaking of Remy, he was shifting Logan, pulling him up a bit and resting his head against Remy’s shoulder, arms wrapping more solidly around Logan, all of which were actions Logan was immensely favorable to. He was even warmer, now, and even closer to Remy, and Logan considered these to be very good things.

“I love you.” Logan murmured into Remy’s shoulder, because he decided right then it was very important Remy know that. “You’re very warm. And nice. And warm. And pretty. Very pretty. Too pretty.”

Remy chuckled. “Don’t mind him.” Remy spoke, though Logan got the impression he wasn’t talking to Logan. “He gets sappy when he’s loopy.”

Logan glared at nothing. He wasn’t saying he loved Remy because he was loopy. He was saying that because he loved Remy a lot. More than he loved… planets. And pencils. And peaches.

“You’re not making any sense, starshine.” Remy told him, and Logan realized he had been speaking out loud. Remy pressed a kiss to the top of Logan’s forehead, and he melted even further into his grasp. “But I love you too.”

Logan smiled into Remy’s shoulder, ignoring the background noise of ‘awww’s he was sure was coming from his class. Remy scoffed at them.

“Can we go home now?” Logan asked, because home had bed and bed meant lying down and most of the time lying down meant lying down with Remy and that sounded very nice to Logan right then.

“Of course, honey. Can you walk?”

Logan considered the question for a moment. He probably could walk, if he put his mind to it, given he had mostly walked here and he had been walking earlier. But, if he was going to be Logan (and not Frank, why would he be Frank if he was telling the truth-), he didn’t particularly want to put his mind to it. So he shook his head.

“I think you’re lying.” Remy said, but he still shifted so he could pick Logan up- a move he had perfected back in their courting days as soon as he learned it was a near guarantee to fluster Logan. Instinctively, Logan’s arms wrapped around the back of Remy’s neck and he once more tucked his head into Remy’s shoulder.

“Do you guys, uh… know what to do from here?” Remy asked, the question clearly directed at Logan’s class. “Because I don’t think you’ll be seeing your teach for a good week.”

“You said two days.” Logan mumbled into Remy’s shoulder, though not very aggressively.

“Yes I did.” Remy agreed as he started moving, assumedly towards the door. “That was before you drank half a bottle of NyQuil in an hour and collapsed.”

Logan nodded into Remy’s shoulder. That made sense. Remy was good at sense. Remy was good at a lot of things.

“If anyone asks, we’ll say the professor was here for the full period before leaving.” A student assured Remy.

“And I’ll hold onto his thermos until he gets back!” Another chimed in. “Since you probably want to keep the NyQuil as far away from him as possible for now.”

The class laughed and Remy did too. “Yeah, no, I’m tossing out whatever NyQuil’s left at home. If you get a chance, I highly suggest you dump out the contents of the thermos too.”

“Will do!”

Logan felt Remy nod his head. “Great. So… that was easier to settle than I expected. Though I guess you’re all getting a free class period now.”

“We’ll use it responsibly, Mr. Professor’s Husband.”

“You don’t need to lie to me, kid, I skipped every class I could get away with.” Remy said before he pressed another kiss to Logan’s head. Logan, who was more or less completely asleep, made a little happy noise. “And then I married a teacher. Life’s funny.”

Remy let out a happy little sigh and Logan smiled at his happiness. “That’s enough from me. You kids have a nice day.”

And there was a good chance that something else was said or done after that, but it truly was very cozy pressed against Remy’s chest, and Logan saw no reason to bother keeping awake when Remy was taking care of everything so well. So he didn’t.

Logan wasn’t sure when he woke back up, but he didn’t mind that much. He did know that he was at home and in bed and that was nice. Logan also knew that the NyQuil was at least partially out of his system because his fever was back and it was back with a vengeance. He groaned, turning over and pressing his face into the nearest pillow.

Next to him, he heard Remy laugh, and a hand soon settled in Logan’s hair to card fingers through it. “Hey there, darling.”

“I feel like shit.”

“That’s what happens when you’re sick but you still try to go to work.” Remy softly teased. “And when you drink way too much NyQuil.”

“It was my secret weapon.” Logan protested. Remy laughed again.

“Maybe stick to the more conventional methods of healing next time?” Remy suggested.

“Cuddles?”

“I was thinking more homemade chicken soup and watching old game show reruns, but I suppose cuddles might work too.” Remy said. “Why? Is there a particular reason you mention cuddles?”

Logan huffed as he flopped over, glaring at a very amused looking Remy as he grabbed at his shirt, tugging as well as he could on it to try and pull Remy down. “Don’t be obtuse.”

“Oh you’re so weak- oh, babe, this is sad-” Remy laughed at Logan’s poor attempts to force him to cuddle, gently taking Logan’s hands and holding them in his own. Remy smiled at him. “You’re cute.”

“I’m sick.” Logan responded. “Cuddle me.”

“And why should I do that, now?”

“Because you love me.” Logan told him, shuffling over a bit so that he was closer to Remy, making the pout he then put on more effective. “And I love you.”

“I can’t believe you’re using the pout again.” Remy chided.

Logan pouted harder.

Remy sighed, but he still pulled up the edge of the blankets and sheets, sliding in next to Logan. “One of these days I’m going to find a way to say no to you, you know.”

Logan wrapped his arms around Remy’s chest, pulling him closer and turning his chest into a pillow. “But will you want to?” He mumble asked, not as concerned with the answer as he was with falling back asleep and trapping Remy on the bed with him.

Remy chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Logan as well, seemingly completely alright with becoming trapped as he dropped a kiss on Logan’s forehead. “Never. Because while you may have proven today that you can be wrong of many things, you did get one thing very, very right.”

“Oh?” Logan hummed, only half-interested in knowing what he had gotten right.

“Even if you do stupid things like go to work sick and bind while sick and try to drink NyQuil like it’s water, I still love you.” Remy said sweetly, once more running his fingers through Logan’s hair to help further lull him back asleep. “And as such I will always want to say yes to you.”

Logan let out a small laugh. “You’re a sap.”

“You should’ve heard yourself earlier, hun.” Remy said, chuckling when Logan’s only response was a hum and snuggling closer to Remy. “I’ll tell you about it later. Go to bed, starshine. I’ve got nowhere else to be and nothing better to do than love you.”

Deciding he’d mock Remy’s accidental rhyme later, Logan happily did as his husband said, putting aside the burn of his fever to focus on Remy’s comfortable, loving warmth, quickly falling into a sleep as gentle as Remy’s embrace.

#losleep #ts logan #ts sleep #ts remy #the cryptid speaks #fanfic #fanfiction #ts sides #sanders sides #sickfic #this is v self-indulgent i hope y'all know shbdjfs #also i dislke the ending but eh endings always suck abfhsjdf #bls enjoy my chaotic stupid logan and his loving husband #also i've never taken too much nyquil so idk if logan's experience is accurate #bls for the love of goodness do not test this #don't be chaotic stupid that's logan's job

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hwauas · 3 years

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🕊️: "our new life starts today"

park seonghwa (박성화) jeong yunho (정윤호) - 2,344 words

“are you ready, baby? we'll go home all together.~”

Seonghwa was sitting on a chair. his baby, his daughter, was on his knees.

it had been a long fight for them to have this baby. Seonghwa and Yunho had to go through piles of papers to fill in, informations to give, social workers' meticulous visits to be sure the place they live in was safe enough for a baby. and when everything was fine, the problem came from the family.

it wasn't new for any of them: Seonghwa's family wasn't really comfortable about their son being in a relationship with an another man, and they never supported them in the steps to adopt their little girl. but Seonghwa was ready to go through this to fulfill his desire to be a father. he wanted to give his everything to his own family.

it often broke Yunho's heart to know they hadn't any support from them. it was more heartbreaking to see Seonghwa determined like this even though, deep inside him, he was disappointed in them.

and today, seeing his boyfriend with their child on his knees was the recognition of all their works the past years, all the choices they had to do, and all the sacrifices they had to do.

“all together, we will have a happy life from now on. okay baby?”

since Yunho had already his coat on, he carefully picked up their baby in his arms. Seonghwa also put his coat on, and took the baby's bag with all her stuffs. they both respectfully thanked the orphanage workers, and left. it was a whole new life ahead them.

“we're not late to greet our families at home, at least.”

Seonghwa said as he put the bag in the boot while Yunho was buckling up baby in her car seat.

“well.. i think i should say your family.”

“don't say that, babe. even though they never supported us the past years in all our steps. we're finally having our daughter at home, maybe they'll be here to meet her.”

Seonghwa only shrugged. he was pretty sure his parents wouldn't come. why would they? they never asked anything about the baby once they knew they'd have this one. they were not interested in their son adopting and giving them the change to be called grandfather and grandmother.

the ride to their place finally came to an end. during the past fifteen minutes, Seonghwa often looked back to be sure the baby was doing well, meanwhile Yunho seemed to be even more prudent while driving. he did so well that their daughter fell asleep in her car seat.

once they reached their place, Seonghwa was the first one to come out of the car. he carefully removed the belt around his baby's body, and picked her up. since she was still very young and still had troubles holding her back and head straight, he was carrying her in a layed position with both of his arms. Yunho took the baby's bag this time, and they both made their way inside of their little house.

everything was ready for her: there were toys adapted to her age in a corner of the lounge dining room, there also was a playpen for her. she already had her own room, yet her bed was in his fathers' room for the moment since her nights were still complicated. in her room, a lot of clothes were ready. and finally, everything was ready for her baths, from a tiny bathtub to adapted shower gel and shampoo for her delicate skin.

Seonghwa carefully placed their treasure in her little deckchair, and removed his jacket. she looked to sleep peacefully. he sat next to her, looking her tiny sleeping face with pure love in his eyes.

once Yunho put the things in the baby's bag away, he quickly came and sat next to him.

“she's stunning.. right?”

Yunho's eyes moved from his daughter to his boyfriend. he couldn't ask for more at this moment.

“she is.. i just can't believe yet she's finally here.. after so much time.. i can't believe we did it.”

Seonghwa looked up Yunho. their gazes met the other's. with a bright smile, Yunho put a hand on the other's thigh.

“i know right.. it's unbelievable. we're finally fathers..”

Seonghwa nodded. with a little smile, he pecked Yunho's lips, and sat up. he knew Yunho was here, around their baby to be sure nothing goes wrong. he left the room to put his jacket away in the entrance hall, and went into the kitchen. he wanted everything to be perfect to greet Yunho's family, and maybe his own. this is why he made appetizers, and prepared few things for a kind of aperitif all together to celebrate this moment.

a hour after, after everything was done and ready on a table in the lounge dining room, the doorbell rang. this sound scared the baby in a lighter sleep. she started to cry, but Yunho quickly picked her up to reassure her. Seonghwa was the one to meet Yunho's parents, a bright smile.

“miss Jeong, sir Jeong! welcome here.~”

he let them in, and led them to the main room. Yunho, with a bright smile and a calmer baby in his arms, stood up to greet his parents.

“mom, dad! thank you for coming today to meet her!”

he almost laughed when he saw his mom putting away as fast as possible her coat and bag to come to see her granddaughter.

“oh my god... your baby is stunning...”

Yunho's mom was amazed by the little girl's beauty. but Yunho's father, for the moment, was too busy congratulating his son, now a father.

“i'm proud of you, son. you're finally a father.. you both gave us the chance to be called grandfather and grandmother, and you both gave us an amazing little girl. i'm really proud of the things you've done.”

Yunho's father faced Seonghwa right after. Seonghwa was looking at the scene, a little bit aback. even though his eyes were shining because if his happiness, his heart broke a little too. he wished his parents were here, and he wished his parents were telling him the same.

“the same goes for you, Seonghwa. you're like my son, now.”

Seonghwa bowed respectfully, his smile hiding his sadness.

the next minutes, Yunho sat down on the couch with his parents by his sides. the little girl first was restless because of the two people she didn't know. but Yunho managed to calm her down, repeating her he was here and they were her grandparents. she finally calmed down, allowing her grandparents to give her some love with sweet attentions and gestures.

Seonghwa again stayed aback, watching this scene with a broken heart. the time they asked their families to came at was over now — as he said to Yunho, they wouldn't came.

he slipped away, and went out to walk around the house. his head was full of questions: was it his fault his family didn't come? didn't they care at all about their son, and granddaughter?

Yunho stuck out his head through the door. and when he saw Seonghwa there, he came by his side.

“hey babe... i know you're hurt your parents didn't come..”

he softly wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Yunho engulfed Seonghwa into a sweet hug.

“you were right. inside of me.. i hoped they would come to meet our daughter. it hurts to be abandoned like that by my own parents because of a sexual orientation i didn't even choose...”

Seonghwa rested his head on Yunho's shoulder. he was almost crying.

“i know right, i know right... but now, as you said multiple times in the past, you have your own family. and you have mine. to my parents, you're like their son. you're not alone in this, babe.”

they stayed like this, a few dozens of seconds for Seonghwa to feel better and get ready to go back inside.

as soon as they were about to go back inside, they heard a car horn. Seonghwa stopped on the doorstep, and turned over. the car coming closer was a car he knew pretty well: it was his parents' car.

with sparkling eyes, he patiently waited for his parents to stop the vehicle and go out. Yunho stayed right behind him, a hand on Seonghwa's waist.

Seonghwa's mom was the first one to step out of the car. she approached her son. no one could explain or describe her facial expression. it was almost emotionless.

Seonghwa didn't move when his mom stopped in front of him, looking straight into his eyes. his dad also approached them, but the whole atmosphere just tensed up a little more because of this silence. four people, and no one was talking.

“we came to meet your baby. and our granddaughter.”

the woman finally broke the silence. and it was enough for Seonghwa to tear up. his mom hugged him tightly, and he quickly did the same.

“thank you mom... thank you so much...”

Yunho shook Seonghwa's dad's hand with a little smile, and mentionned him to go inside. Seonghwa and his mom quickly followed, and went inside too.

they both removed their coats, and put their bags aside, but one.

of course, both Seonghwa's parents and Yunho's parents greeted each other, even though they didn't know each other very well.

Yunho softly picked up his daughter again from his mom's arms. after Seonghwa nodded, he approached Seonghwa's parents to show her to them.

“she is... adorable...”

Seonghwa's mom was admiring her granddaughter's face meanwhile the big baby's eyes were looking deep in the woman's eyes.

“hello little one. we are one of your father's parents.”

Seonghwa's dad waved to her with a little smile, and then looked back at his son.

“Seonghwa, we're sorry for everything that happened the last few years. we shouldn't have behaved like that. of course, it was a big mistake of us. we used the past years to learn more about homosexuality and about homoparental family. if you both still want us as her grandparents... we are ready to start over the last years to make things better.”

again, Seonghwa had sparkling eyes. his whole life was changing for the best. he wasn't expecting that at all.

“i missed you both so much...”

“since everything is going better...”

Yunho's father took out a bottle of champagne from a bag they brought, and placed it on the table, next to the appetizers.

“let's celebrate their new life properly!”

Seonghwa nodded, and mentionned everybody to sit around the table. on each side, there were a family: the Park family on a side, the Jeong family on the other. and at both ends of the table, Seonghwa, and Yunho.

Yunho was still carrying their baby who was calmly playing with a little plushie, and a dummy in her mouth. as Yunho was very cuddly, he couldn't help but kiss her face times to times, and stroke the top of her head with his free hand.

Seonghwa went to the kitchen to grab as much flutes as needed, and came back to give them to Yunho's father. when he was about to pop the champagne, Yunho tried his best to cover baby's ears.

it was a very cheerful moment. it could have been a very beautiful picture.

“let's make a toast to their baby, and our granddaughter!”

the flutes quickly got filled with champagne, and everybody took theirs to clink the glasses.

“don't cross anyone's arm.”

“but you gotta tell us more about her!”

Seonghwa giggled at Yunho's mom comment. he sipped on his flute, and nodded.

“so.. our baby is about to have five months. she was born on November 26th. she is healthy and has any problem. she's very calm and don't even babble this much. they thought this baby could be perfect for us because of her young age. she will grow up with two fathers and it will be normal for her until she's in the age to notice she has two fathers. but also because she loves being in someone's arms. and they noticed we were quite cuddly when it comes to someone we love.”

with a little smile, he stood up and went by Yunho's side.

“and last but not least... her name is Park Aran.”

the four grandparents clapped when they get to know her name. they were all smiling, looking at her being so calm in Yunho's arm.

“Aran, what a beautiful name...”

“so she is a Park?”

Seonghwa's father asked, and smiled as his son nodded.

“but.. we didn't really talked about that, yet...”

Yunho looked up to Seonghwa. he frowned, looking quite lost.

at this moment, everybody stopped talking and clapping to listen. they were curious about what will be Seonghwa's answer, and were ready to say something if it ever turned out to be an argument.

“but i did. and...”

Seonghwa quickly went and grabbed a little red box in a piece of furniture.

“and i think it will be easier for her to have the same family name as us. don't you think so, puppy?”

Seonghwa opened the little box and revealed a beautiful ring.

this ring meant a lot in the Park family, since it was the ring Seonghwa's mom gave to his father for their very first Valentine's day together. they were young.

Seonghwa's dad noticed it and smiled wider. he was even more happy about what was happening.

Yunho's eyes got teary. a smile was growing bigger on his face. as a sign, even Aran had a big smile. she bounced in Yunho's arms and let out a cute chuckle that got everyone falling for her.

“i think she agrees and wants to be a Park too. so, Jeong Yunho. will you marry me?”

“of course i will!”

Yunho passionately kissed Seonghwa as their parents were clapping and congratulating them.

after this kiss, Seonghwa put the ring around Yunho's ring finger.

today, a new chapter of their life was starting..

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thegarchives · 4 years

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but i got wise (you’re the devil in disguise)

pairing: agent jack “whiskey” daniels x fem!reader

this is literally just "cody imagines whiskey fucking her reader in her favorite skirt". (for reference, it's a full-length black lace skirt i bought for a fucking evanescence concert). warnings: unprotected sex (wear a condom!!), vaginal fingering, oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, jack's got a lot of nicknames for reader, vague D/s undertones that are probably less vague than i intended, praise kink, one (1) instance of spanking/impact play, couch sex

watching movies with jack was always a dangerous game, because the man was incapable of keeping his hands to himself. sometimes it was innocent, his arm wrapping itself around you to tug you onto his lap, his lips pressing soft kisses to your hair every so often, the two of you too content and worn from the day to do much more. other times, though. like now. he hadn't even let you try to sit anywhere on the couch but in-between his legs, constantly distracting you from the tv with lingering kisses and wandering hands, trying to work you up and fucking succeeding.

well. it was a boring movie, anyway.

"shh, darlin'," he murmured against your cheek. "don't pay me no mind."

right. sure. just ignore the way his hand was sneaking under the hem of your skirt, his thumb hooking the elastic of your underwear and tugging. you tried to turn towards him but his other arm braced itself across your chest, keeping you pinned. his lips went to your neck, teeth nipping at the delicate skin he found; you'd have bruises later, you could already tell. the thumb he had hooked around the waistband of your underwear tugged again, more insistently. "lift your hips for me, baby," he said lowly. your breath hitched in your throat as you complied and he pulled your underwear down, down, down, getting it past your knees and then letting it drop down to your ankles, where you kicked them off with an embarrassing amount of hastiness. you felt him grin against your neck. "don't get too excited, now," he said, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth. "i'm taking my time with you today." your hand, where it had come to rest on his thigh, clenched. "jack-" "open your legs for me." you shuddered at his words, at his tone, at the promise in them. he shifted to give you more room and you opened her legs; your floor-length skirt still protected your modesty but without your underwear beneath you still felt exposed. the arm around your chest moved, his hand carding through your hair to tug your head back towards him and his mouth, kissing you deeply. jack's mouth had barely left yours when you felt his fingers pressing at the seam of your lips, and you opened your mouth obediently, sucking and laving your tongue over and between his fingers. you hummed and jack groaned, pressing his fingers deeper, nearly making you gag. "so pretty like this, babygirl," jack praised. your eyes fluttered shut at the sound. "fucking love watching your mouth on me." he shifted and you could feel his cock pressing into your lower back, hard and insistent. "pull up your skirt for me, now." your hands scrabbled down your thighs to tug the material up; you felt him chuckle behind you at you eagerness. you were already slick between your legs, and the spit from your mouth only helped as his fingers slid into your folds, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your clit. it knocked the breath from your lungs, every time he touched you like this. his hands, big and warm and safe, stretching you just so. your hips jerked forwards of their own accord, desperate for more friction, and his other hand pulled at your hair in admonishment. "now, now, baby," he murmured, mouthing at your throat as you tried to rock your hips into his hand. "be good for me or i'll stop." a high whine left your throat and you immediately stilled, your hands bunched into fists to keep from clawing at jack's thighs. he rewarded you with a hard press of his thumb on your clit, the sensation near cataclysmic. the two fingers he had curled deep inside of you moved languidly in and out, at a tempo far too slow for your liking, but jack had said be good and you wanted to be good, wanted to be so good for him- you hadn't realized you'd said any of that aloud until jack was kissing you again, clumsy this time, his lips moving hard against your mouth. "so fucking good for me," he groaned, "always such a good girl for me." the praise sent a wave of heat to your head and pleasure between your thighs. jack broke the kiss abruptly and removed his hand from your cunt, and you whined at the loss, your nails digging into jack's legs; he was too busy reaching to tug your shirt off and over your head, your bra quickly joining the growing pile of clothing on the floor. "up, darlin'," he huffed, "my pants-" you slid off of his thighs to kneel facing him, your hands knocking his out of the way to undo his belt buckle. as soon as the button and zipper were undone you hooked your fingers into his belt loops and yanked, pulling his jeans and briefs down to his knees. his cock slapped against his lower belly, fully hard. as much fun as teasing jack was, you didn't have the patience for it at the moment; you leaned in and swallowed him down as far as you could go, your hands circling what you couldn't fit, relishing the sound jack made when he threw his head back and moaned. "ffffffuuuuuuuuuck," he hissed. "your mouth, babygirl, your perfect fucking mouth-" pride and white-hot arousal bloom low in your belly as you bobbed your head up and down, letting your tongue drag slowly against the underside of his cock. jack's thighs are shaking and his hips rut up into your mouth, threatening to gag you. you let him do it a few times before you suddenly pull off of his cock, spit and precum dripping obscenely out of your mouth as you look up at him through your eyelashes. your hands squeeze him too tightly to be comfortable and jack whines, looking down at you, betrayed. "now, now, baby," you tease, your voice rough and starting to crack. "be good for me or i'll stop." his dark eyes bore into you before he huffs out a shaky laugh. one of his hands reaches down to cup the side of your face, his thumb and index finger sliding down to grab a firm hold of your chin. "you brat," he says fondly, affection in every letter. "guess i deserved that, didn't i?" you hummed noncommittally. dipping your head to catch jack's thumb in your mouth, you sucked on it slowly, reveling in the way it made jack's breath hitch in his chest. "come back up here, sweetheart," he groaned, "wanna watch you ride me." you whined, getting impossibly wetter at the thought. jack helped you up off the floor and you settled on top of him, caging him in between your thighs. jack gathered up the long hem of your skirt and tucked half of it into your waistband, giving him a clear view to watch your cunt line up with the head of his cock. you closed your eyes as you sunk down, engulfing him completely, your head thrown back at the sensation of him filling and stretching you so perfectly. no matter how hurried either of you were, jack always gave you time to adjust to him, staring at where your bodies joined like he was having some sort of existential epiphany. jack must have felt you tense in preparation to lift yourself up, because his arms suddenly wrapped around your middle, tugging you against him and using his strength and size against you to keep you still. you mewled and ground down on him, unable to move while he just peppered kisses along your jaw, one by one, til he got to your lips. "just a minute, angel," he replied to your unasked question. "let me feel you just a lil' longer." "jack," you cried, desperately trying to move against him; he only squeezed you tighter while his mouth dipped down to lick and bite at your nipples, stimulating you everywhere but where you needed it. "jack, please, i wanna-" one of his large hands came down on your thigh, hard; you whimpered at the sharp pain of it, strong enough to accentuate your pleasure but not so strong that you couldn't take it. you could already see a mark forming on the meat of your thigh, could even make out the individual finger marks of jack's sturdy hand. you stilled completely, trying to remember how to breathe properly. "there. was that so hard?" jack cooed, coming back up to bite at your lips. the same hand that had smacked you rubbed gently over the welt, soothing the sting. "be still for me just a little longer, baby." oh how you wanted to disobey, to shove him back against the couch and use him for your pleasure, to come on his cock the way you'd been desperate to since he first put hands on you; but you listened, keeping your hips as still as possible, waiting for jack to be finished with his ministrations . (you may have clenched your walls around his cock, making him gasp wantonly into your mouth, out of petty revenge). "you know what?" jack said, leaning back to look at you, a wicked grin stretching his features, "i've changed my mind." before you could ask him, jack had grabbed you and pulled you off him, practically throwing you back onto the couch. you didn't have time to react before he was knocking your legs apart, crawling over you to slam his cock back inside of you, setting a brutal pace. "you're impatience is wearing off on me, baby girl," he panted into your ear, one of his hands reaching to grab your knee and hitch your leg higher. "said i'd take my time, but- fuck- want your pussy so fucking bad, couldn't fucking wait anymore-" you try to say thank god, but all that comes out of you is a high-pitched keen; your bastard of a boyfriend just laughs, driving his hips down faster, shifting until he finally starts hitting that place inside you that makes you see stars, and now you can't even pretend to control the noises that are falling out of your mouth. the entire couch is shaking, along with your thighs as you try to pull jack even closer in, not sure you'll ever actually be close enough. you feel one of his hands sneak down to rub at your clit and you throw your head back so fast you hear it crick. "fuck!" you cry, your entire body taut like a bowstring, waiting to be let loose. you think you might be saying words, words that sound like, "jack", "please", "wanna come", but it's just background noise to the slap of skin on skin and the obscenely wet sounds of your cunt as jack fucks you deeper and deeper into the couch. "i can't hear you, angel," jack growls. his hips start to slow and you mewl pathetically, clawing at his back with your nails. "did i hear you ask to come?" "yes!" "i don't think you want it bad enough," jack replied cruelly. his hips slow to a crawl. "wanna hear you, baby. want everyone south of the mason-dixon line to hear you. c'mon, angel. beg for me." the sound of frustration you let out was inhuman. tears spilled over your cheeks and you lost all sense of what was coming out of your mouth; maybe you called his name, maybe you spoke in tongues, maybe you made a deal with the devil (it always felt a little bit like that with jack). but you were finally loud like jack wanted. he pistoned his hips in and out of you, his self-control already cracking as you continued to cry out beneath him, unaware of anything else but where his body met yours. somehow, your orgasm snuck up on you, overwhelming your senses, pleasure overtaking any clear thought as you shook apart beneath jack, crying, whimpering, babbling nonsense that might have been his name. you're not aware of him slamming his cock into you faster, or his rhythm faltering as he chases his own release- you don't come back to earth until he slumps down half on top of you, panting into your neck, his cum slowly dripping down your thighs. jack's kissing every part of you can reach, paying special attention to your still-heaving chest. "fuckin' perfect, darlin'. fuckin' perfect." you silently preen under the attention, even though you're too exhausted to move. you card your fingers through his hair and he sighs, his head settled between your breasts as you both catch your breaths. you glance over at the tv and notice that the movie is over, the credits rolling. jack must have noticed it too, because you feel him huff in amusement.

“you know, one of these days, we’re actually gonna watch the entire thing.”

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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years

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Too Far

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Hurt/Comfort Characters: Virgil Tracy, Scott Tracy

So I was rewatching some episodes, minding my own business, when this muse blindsided me out of nowhere. It’s a lot of Virgil, specifically delving into Virgil’s head and motivations, and this is a playground that is normally locked and barred to me so I have no idea at this point how well it’s ended up from a characterisation standpoint. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll understand this boy.

It’s not normally Virgil that Scott has to pull up for misconduct. Episode tag for 3.06 Life Signs.

“Virgil, can you come to the den, please?”

Scott’s voice emerged from his comm with no warning, not even a greeting, and he looked down at his wrist in surprise.

“Is it a rescue?” he asked, eyeing the task he was halfway through and already starting to calculate the fastest way to finish it. “I’m doing some maintenance on Two, so it’ll take me a couple of minutes to get her ready for launch.”

“There’s no rescue.” Scott sounded… off, but not in any of the ways Virgil was used to hearing. It was, at least, partially familiar, but he couldn’t place it. That was concerning, but he couldn’t just leave Thunderbird Two with her dashboard strewn across the cockpit. Rescues had a habit of cropping up at the most inconvenient times, and that certainly qualified.

“Then… can it wait until I’ve put the panels back?”

The weighty pause on the line gave him the answer even before Scott spoke. Whatever Scott needed, it was urgent.

“Five minutes, Virgil.”

But not so urgent it couldn’t wait? Thoroughly mystified and more than a little worried, Virgil hurried through putting his girl back together as quickly as he could whilst still being sure he wasn’t messing anything up. It was lucky he could do it in his sleep, because his mind was firmly fixed on Scott’s odd request.

Except it wasn’t a request, was it? As he screwed the last panel back in place, he realised where he knew that tone of voice from. It was the tone Scott used on Gordon and Alan when they’d done something big brother didn’t approve of. He hadn’t instantly recognised it because Scott hadn’t directed it at him in…

Virgil couldn’t actually remember. Normally when Scott was preparing to lecture him, he was laid up in the medbay with an injury Scott thought could have been avoided and there was a strong undercurrent of thinly veiled worry. That undercurrent was missing, this time, and despite himself Virgil hesitated.

What had he done to get Scott on his back like that?

Reluctantly, he left his girl to answer Scott’s summons – and that was what it was, just like Dad used to summon them if they were in trouble; after Mars and the high of Captain Taylor saying Dad would have been proud of them, the reminder of Dad’s stricter side nestled unpleasantly in his chest. Scott had even gone so far as to wait for him in the den, rather than seeking him out.

Just like Dad.

Virgil wasn’t scared of his brother, but the little brother in him was scared at the idea of disappointing Scott, and it was that part that dragged his feet along the ground, reluctant to face whatever was waiting for him in the den.

Scott was sat at Dad’s desk, glowering intently at a hologram in front of him. Virgil couldn’t see what was on it, barring a lot of text, but that wasn’t important. What was important was the strong, imposing figure at the desk, distinct from his memories of Dad only because Scott was leaning forwards, elbows on the table.

Dad had never sat like that. Sometimes, it seemed like that was the only difference between Dad and his big brother. Today, with a heavy atmosphere and otherwise empty den – no doubt cleared on purpose for this talk – was one of those times.

But for all that they reminded Virgil of each other and memories threatened to overlap reality, it was still Scott at that desk. Virgil trusted Scott with every fibre of his being, and it was that trust that shoved his reluctant feet into the den to face whatever Scott wanted to talk about.

“You called?”

Muscle memory – old, old muscle memory that hadn’t been exercised in eight years – led him to stand in front of the desk. With Scott sat in the chair and him still on his feet, he was taller. He didn’t feel taller.

The desk did funny things to perception, skewed them away from reality.

The blue eyes that suddenly pinned him in place left him feeling a foot tall, and he didn’t even know what this was about, yet. There was love in them, because it was Scott and there was always love in his eyes, even after Gordon had poured itching powder in his bed when he was ten and the sheer amount had him reacting so badly he’d had to see a doctor, but it was overshadowed by other, darker, things.

Anger. Frustration. Disappointment.

Disappointment had a way of affecting the colour that no other emotion could quite replicate. It was the only shade of blue that made Virgil feel ill to look at.

Scott didn’t say anything, making solid eye contact that Virgil wanted to break but couldn’t.

If the disappointment was heart-breaking, the silence was nerve-wracking. Virgil didn’t like silence at the best of times, and took to filling it with whatever he could, whether it was music, the sounds that accompanied engineering, or simply lingering in earshot of whichever brother was the liveliest at that moment.

But Scott knew that, and no matter how upset or disappointed he was, he wasn’t cruel. The silence lingered for barely a few seconds before he jabbed at something on his tablet.

An awful choking sound emitted from the desk’s built-in speakers, as though someone was trying to breathe but just couldn’t. It was one Virgil had heard many times before – too many times before – but this one was different.

A wave of cold – icy, Antarctica-cold – swallowed him up with the creeping inevitability of realisation, dousing him until his organs felt like they’d all stopped working and the blood had drained from his body.

He didn’t need the sound of Alan’s panicked “Virgil!?” to identify it, and his entire body cringed as he heard his own voice, too full of adrenaline-packed amusement, reply.

The finger that jabbed the pause button was full of judgement.

“I-” he started, trying to find words – an explanation, an apology…

Those blue eyes gave him a look and he quailed into silence. An excuse. That’s what he’d been leaping to, but there were no excuses. Not for that.

“Our communications lines are supposed to be used for mission-relevant information only,” Scott finally said. The disappointment Virgil had identified in the initial summons had nothing on what was dripping from his big brother’s words now. “Strictly speaking, there should be no jokes or banter while we’re on a mission, but for the sake of boosting morale, I let that slide.”

He did more than let it slide – Scott was almost as bad as Gordon and Alan for it sometimes, but Virgil knew better than to pedantically correct his eldest brother when he was like this. Hell, even John tended to let Scott say his piece without interrupting if he got this bad.

“Still,” Scott continued, “there are some jokes that go too far, Virgil, and quite honestly I can’t believe I’m having to remind you, of all people.”

He winced involuntarily. “I know, Scott, I’m sorry. That was out of line.” It hadn’t seemed it at the time, not with the adrenaline rushing and a sudden desire to lighten the mood in the collapsed tunnel, but in hindsight, Virgil could see exactly how stupid a prank that had been.

And to do it to Alan, of all people. His youngest brother who had just admitted to him that he was forgetting Dad and worried about them dying on a mission. For them to have one of their closest calls to date was bad enough, where it had been a very real possibility that not all of them were going to make it out alive, but then he’d gone and compounded it…

“Virgil.” Scott pulled him back to the present, and Virgil never wanted to hear his big brother say his name like that ever again. His admittance had done nothing to dilute the disappointment. “I’m not the one you need to apologise to.” Scott at least had enough mercy not mention Alan by name, even if it hung unspoken and heavy between them. “But we need to talk about this.”

Need to talk? Virgil knew he was in the wrong, and normally when Scott knew he knew he was in the wrong, he let it rest after pointing it out. Actually having to talk about it – worse, having to stand there and face the disappointed shade of blue – filled Virgil with something not too dissimilar to shame and apprehension.

The thought crossed his mind that he was going to be grounded. Punished.

“Virgil, why did you do that?”

“I-” he started, but broke off. Why did he do it? Adrenaline wasn’t the reason, even if it had played a part in him actually doing it. Fear, too. Fear that he really was going to die; that he’d just killed himself and abandoned Alan to dig out his dead body. But that still wasn’t the reason, was it? Not really.

Scott didn’t push him. For all he was disappointed, and other displeased emotions swirled around behind the disappointment, he gave him time to answer. But then, perhaps Scott knew he didn’t know and was waiting for him to work it out. His eldest brother could be a mind reader at times.

Virgil swallowed. “I… I wanted to be like Dad.”

The words surprised him as much as they did Scott. Blue eyes widened, and finally Virgil saw something else, something he was used to, flicker in there as well.

Worry.

“Like Dad? But, Virg-”

“Captain Taylor’s always going on about Dad, and how Dad never let fear get in the way,” he interrupted his brother, words tumbling out with no conscious thought behind them. “How Dad always had a plan, and the scrapes they’d get into. How they always got out of them by the skin of their teeth – writing the book on lunar survival and the asteroid belt’s buckle and landing on Mars in the first place.” He took a deep breath, considered looking away but Scott’s wide, rapidly changing eyes locked his gaze in place. “And Alan was talking about Dad on the way, all the little things he used to do.” He didn’t mention what Alan had told him – that had been said in confidence, and there were some things he couldn’t break, not even for Scott.

Instead, he paused to get his rushing thoughts under control. Scott’s disappointment had faded into astonished disbelief, and that hurt in its own way.

He also still looked like Dad.

“Captain Taylor was talking about Dad, and everyone knows you’re Dad’s son. And John, and Alan. Hell, even Gordon. I just wanted Captain Taylor to see I am, too.”

He knew everyone looked at him and saw Mom. Even if they didn’t look alike, he’d inherited her temperament and love of music. They never looked at him and saw Dad.

“I just wanted to be Dad’s son,” he admitted. “I wanted to do what Dad always did in the stories and lighten the mood, keep the morale up. It was stupid; I know that now. I terrified Alan. It was unprofessional and Dad would never have done that at anyone’s expense.”

His cheeks felt cramped, and his vision blurred.

“Virgil…” There was movement in front of him and then a weight on his shoulder. He knew that weight – he’d felt it time and time again.

“It was stupid,” he repeated, the words thick in his throat. “I shouldn’t have done it. But… Captain Taylor said he’d be proud of me.”

The hand on his shoulder shifted, and then there was a firm warmth around him.

“Of course Dad would be proud of you,” Scott said, mouth a little way above his ear. Virgil let his head fall forwards until it was resting on his brother’s shoulder. “Don’t ever think that he wouldn’t be. You don’t have to be like him, Virgil. You just have to be like you.”

On another day, in another conversation, Virgil would turn that back around at Scott, who had spent the last eight years trying to emulate Dad.

But Scott had him in a warm, comfortable embrace and the little brother who had been terrified of those disappointed blues lapped up the reassurance that was being offered in their place. This wasn’t about Scott; this was about him and his stupid spur-of-the-moment idiocy.

And the brother he had no doubt terrified more than he’d realised.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into the blue shirt. “I messed up.”

“You’re only human,” Scott reminded him. “We mess up, and we learn from it.”

Slowly, Virgil nodded. That was certainly a mistake he was never, ever going to make again.

Scott’s embrace was still comforting, but with the little brother no longer terrified, it was the big brother’s turn to make an appearance. He couldn’t put this behind him, lesson fully learnt and absorbed so intently it was imprinted on his brain for all eternity, until he soothed it over with Alan, too. Reluctantly, he pulled back, out of his brother’s hold, and Scott let him. Hands lingered on his shoulders just a touch longer, before they fell back to Scott’s sides.

Now that Scott was standing, not sat at the desk projecting Dad, he was actually taller than Virgil, and yet Virgil didn’t feel quite so small anymore.

“I need to talk to Alan,” he said, hoping Scott didn’t notice his voice cracking on their youngest brother’s name. Blue eyes – no longer disappointment-blue, but back to their default love-and-concern shade – looked him over, before Scott gave him what could almost be classified as an approving smile.

It was definitely approving, even if the twitch of his dimples wasn’t quite enough to qualify it as a smile, and that alone lifted a weight from Virgil’s shoulders.

“You should,” he agreed. “But you should probably clean up a bit, or you’ll scare him.” It was light-hearted, almost back to the teasing banter of a big brother rather than the Dad-mirage, and Virgil took it for the olive branch it was.

Nodding, he turned to leave the den.

“And Virgil?” There was something slightly melancholy about that tone, and he turned half back around again. Scott was looking at him, with a small smile on his face that wasn’t really happy, even if it wasn’t sad. Just honest. “Even Dad was only human.”

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Cave man part 2

I really enjoyed writing his short series. Love me a soft cute Rafi.

Part 1

Warnings: smut

Enjoy x

Rafael 7pm: Have a great night mi Amor. I miss you x

You were in the cab on the way to a hotel in Midtown to meet Kat for dinner. She had booked a table for a date, but they flaked on her last minute so she asked you to go with her instead. It was the first time since you had got back from Iowa at the start of the summer that you actually had a weekend off, with nothing big coming in. Since you had been back you and Rafael had started a long distance relationship. You both found it interesting never having been in one. There was a lot of texts, a lot of phone calls, a lot video calls both G and R rated. As much as you missed him and he missed you, the phone sex video calls spiced things up a lot and made you want each other more still not having being intimate.

It was coming to the end of summer, the nights were starting to get colder and Rafael was starting to make plans to come back to the city. Looking into apartments and applying for jobs at different firms. The cab pulled up at the hotel, you paid and stepped out. The cold air hit you and you instantly regretted not bringing a jacket. As you stood on the curb, you pulled down your tight short emerald green capped sleeves dress and lifting a leg up slightly to wipe a white mark that was on your black velvet heels.

You walked quickly to get out of the cold of the night walking into the bright lobby. You made your way to the lifts hitting the 3rd floor button that had the name of the restaurant next to it. The doors opened and you walked out into a dimly lit area. Black carpet, white walls, massive chandlers with gold detailing all over the place. You felt your phone vibrate and you pulled it out to see a message from Kat,

Kat 7.10pm: Sorry Partner, I can’t make it tonight something came up, I’ll make it up to you x

You were about to write back when you smelt a scent you knew and you looked up from your phone looking around the room in front of you. You jumped when you heard a voice coming from behind you,

“Could I buy you dinner instead?”

You spun on your heels and almost dropped your phone and clutch

“Rafi” you jumped on him wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips landing on his. Your lip gloss getting all over his lips “What are you doing here?”

“I’ll explain over dinner mi Amor. I missed you” He lent over and kissed you again.

The waiter had poured some table water, champagne and took your dinner orders. Rafael reached over and grabbed your hand taking it in his, you rubbed your thumb over his long fingers.

“Where has my cave man gone? How long are you here for? Where are you staying? You can come and stay with me” you smiled over at Rafael who winked at you. Rafael was clean shaven again much to your disappointment.

“Well mi Amor, I have news. I’ am sorry I didn’t tell you anything I wanted to surprise you” he paused and you nodded “You know I have been applying for jobs here and I got an offer that I took, but I shaved for contract signing this morning. Liv gave me Kat’s number a couple of weeks ago when I found out about the job and we worked tonight out together” a big smile came to your face and he continued “I got the keys to my new apartment today, it’s a block from your place.” Your eyes filled with tears “Mi Amor, are they happy tears?” he squeezed your hand.

“So- you’re here to stay? You’re coming home?” you blinked your eye lids to get rid of the tears.

“Yes mi Amor, I ‘am here to stay. I’am home.”

After an amazing dinner and a couple glasses of champagne, you and Rafael were standing shoulder to shoulder holding hands in the lift of his new apartment building. You had his jacket on and he was carrying your heels. They hurt your feet after you had a short dance to “Stand by Me” the string quartet played in the restaurant. The lift dinged at the 10th floor and Rafael stepped out pulling you along with him.

As he got the 4th door on the left he stop letting go of your hand, wrapping his arm around your waist kissing you deeply. Your tongues massaging each other’s, tasting the strawberries you had for dessert. You both pulled away after a little bit, Rafael looking down at you with a smirk. He pulled away completely reaching into his pocket pulling out something in his closed fist,

“This is yours” he turned his palm over opening his fist to a sliver key on a white circle key chain with ‘I left my heart in NY’ on it “Open the door” Rafael pecked your cheek.

You put the key in the lock, unlocked it and opened the door to a beautiful open plan living area with hard wood floors and white walls, a big sliding windows that lead to a small balcony. As you walked into the apartment taking in everything you smiled over at Rafael and he winked at you pulling you down the hall way to a bigger size bathroom with double sink and shower,

“This will be my office” he nodded towards the smaller room across from the bathroom “And this” he pulled you towards the door at the end of the hall “Will our room”

You let go of his hand and walked into the big room to see a white picnic blanket with big blue European pillows leaning up against the back wall. To your right hand side a roof to floor window, the lights of the city shinning in and to the left was a medium size walk in robe.

“This is perfect Rafi, but this is your room not mine” you walked over to him grabbing his hand.

“No mi Amor, it’s our room. I spoke to your realtor they are happy to sublet your place till the end of your lease. I just have to make the call and new tenants can move in next week. Only if you agree of course” He smile and pulled you towards the set up on the floor. Rafael sat down leaning against the pillows on the wall and patted the space next to him. You sat down bending your legs up under yourself. Rafael put an arm around your shoulders and put his other hand on your knee. “What do you think?” Rafael asked just above a whisper.

“All my stuff? You don’t think it’s too soon?” You looked up to meet his gaze.

“Part of my contract is a storage unit, we can store stuff in there and mi Amor, when you know you know- and I know” The hand that was resting on your knee, Rafael moved it to rest on your cheek, closing the gap, his lips on yours for a deep needy kiss.

You moved your hand to rest on Rafael shoulder pulling him into you. Mid kiss, your tongues in each other’s mouths, you threw a leg over to straddle Rafael’s lap, hiking up your dress that was now bunched above your hips. Rafael pulled away from the kiss and adjusted himself so he was sitting flush with the wall and the floor,

“I have been waiting for this for so long Rafi” you grinded down on him and watched Rafael’s face as he moaned bucking his hips up. You could feel how hard he was brushing up against your clothed core.

“Mi Amor- I- I” You looked at Rafael and his cheeks went red while he ran his hands up your legs

“I love you too” you cut him off.

Your lips meet Rafael’s, for a rough and intense kiss again. Without breaking the kiss you reach down between you both undoing his belt buckle, button and zipper. Your hand sliding into his boxers pulling out his long thick cock. You whimpered into his mouth finally having it in your hand rather than seeing it over a screen. You could feel the pre-come running down it just by you touching it.

You broke the kiss looking deep into Rafael’s eyes as you reached down to your panties moving them to the side. You lifted yourself up slightly, holding Rafael’s length as you lined yourself to him. Rafael put his hands on your hips and helped guide you down onto him till he bottomed out and you were fully sitting on him. Both your jaws slack, you rested your forehead to his, both giving yourselves a minutes. Heavy breathing filled the room. You had gotten onto birth control as soon as you came back from Iowa so that you were ready for Rafael when he finally arrived home.

Slowly you started to move your hips. Rafael moved both hands to rest on your shoulder blades pulling you into him, his arms under your underarms, nuzzling into your neck. You wrapped one arm around his shoulders and the other threaded into his hair. Years of pent up frustration was finally being lifted for the both of you and it felt amazing. You started to bounce up and down and Rafael thrusted up into you. The feeling of him stretching you and thrusting up into you turned you on even more, your wet making Rafael’s pants and boxers wet.

“Say it” you moaned out, your coil winding tighter and tighter, both of you moving faster chasing your release.

“I love you Y/N” Rafael grunted into your neck.

You threw your head back, your whole body felt like it was burning.

“Rafi- I” you chocked out as your whole body started shaking, your vision went blurry, pleasure washing over you. Rafael thrusted up into you one last time saying something you could barely understand in Spanish and you were brought back down to reality when you felt his seed slowly seeping out of you.

You lifted up off of him sitting down leaning onto the wall, you both sat there sweaty and breathing heavy. You lent over grabbing Rafael’s hand intertwining your fingers with his, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’ll move in with you Rafi, on one condition” You kissed the back of his hand.

“Oh yeah” he chuckled raising an eye brow at you.

“I need my cave man back”

Rafael laughed leaning over to cup your cheek “I think mi Amor that can be arranged”

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