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mrsriddlenott · 7 months

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~ Costume? That’s Barley Clothes.~

Theo Nott x fem!Reader

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Summary: Malfoy!Reader who’s annoyed that they can’t be Theo’s date to the Halloween party dresses up to get his attention and ends up with more than one set of eyes on her. This is kinda short, I just wanted a Halloween themed oneshot.

Warnings:Possessive Behavior,Jealousy, Secret Relationship,Toxic(ish)Theo,Smut,Choking, Creampie.

“Baby, you know I’d go with you if it were up to me. I thought he wouldn’t be there I’m sorry.” Theo was annoyed to say the least, not only did his plan fail miserably, but you also seemed to blame him for it. The only reason he even wanted to go to this stupid party was for you, but of course Draco just had to decide last minute he wanted to go after all.

“I’m sorry, I know you wanted to dress up but he’s not gonna sit this party out.” You just eyed the much taller boy, he hadn’t put on his costume yet and could easily decide to stay with you but, “He’d get suspicious,” like it would be the end of the world if Draco knew. All you could do was roll your eyes with a sigh, laying down on your bed with a book as Theo watched you.

“Are you gonna say anything?” You just huffed at him, meeting his eyes for a second before returning to pretending to read your book, “If Draco found out I ditched the party he’s gonna come looking, and if he finds he in his little sister’s dorm he’d throw a fit.” You slammed your book shut, crossing your arms with furrowed brows before eyeing him from where you sat.

“His little sister huh?” You were frustrated, you couldn’t tell what he wanted anymore. One minute he’d be calling you his sweetheart, future wife and mother of his children, and the next he’d barley look at you, laughing in the Common Room from jokes Draco makes at your expense. “Just go to your party, I’m not some little kid who’s gonna cry without your attention for an hour,”

You huffed as his jaw clenched, eyeing you with a flash of anger, “I didn’t say you were a little kid, It’s just that if D-“

“Yeah I know if Draco finds out you’re in trouble,” You sighed as you rolled your eyes, slipping off your bed and leaving Theo trailing you with his darkening eyes, “I’m gonna take a shower, have fun at the party.”

Theo grumbled to himself as he left your dorm, slamming the door behind him as hard as he could just as you slammed the bathroom door. You sighed to yourself as you stared into your mirror, you weren’t just gonna sit out on your last Hogwarts Halloween party with Theo and he should have known that. You quickly threw on your costume and did your makeup light, wanting the glittery cat ears on your head to be the center of attention.

You wore a small black dress that could honestly barley be called a dress, paired with black heels that would bring your height to only a couple inches under Theo. You let your hair fall straight behind your shoulders, holding it back with the cat-ear headband, black eyeliner bringing out the color of your eyes with classic red lipstick drawing attention to your lips. You decided for no bra to let the dress hug your figure entirely, pulling it all together with a tight black belt adorned with a sleek black cat’s tail.

Goosebumps covered your skin as you made your way up the stairs to the packed Slytherin Common Room. A haze of smoke flitted over the various packs of dancing and conversing students while you made your way through to Draco and his friends usual spot.

Your skimpy black cat costume was basic, but a classic that was sure to drive Theo crazy. Your eyes met his as soon as the crowd parted to let you through to the group, leaving almost immediately to rake his eyes across your body as you approached. However you completely ignored him, walking up to Draco and announcing your presence before slipping away to get a drink, feeling Theo’s dead eyes stare into your back as you did so.

You hastily filled a glass with spiked punch and leant against the table with a sigh as the lanky figure of Lorenzo Berkshire approached the drink table only a few feet away from the group,“I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight,” You eyed his loose button up and black jeans, he wasn’t wearing costume and if he was you had no clue what it was but you didn’t mind. He’d do.

“I wasn’t planning to at first,” You lied, turning to fully face the tall brunette, feeling Theo’s burning gaze on you both now, “But since it’s all you guy’s last year I figured I should come to as many parties as possible this year, don’t you agree?”

You maintained eye contact with Enzo as you lightly bit your lip, watching his eyes fall to watch it bounce back in place before meeting yours again. His eyes lingered in yours for a second as a smile slowly grew on his face. “I’m gonna be honest here, I thought you and Theo might’ve had something going on.” Enzo’s voice was low and intoxicating as he inched closer to you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Theo zoning in on the words spoken between you and his friend with a clenched jaw, no longer trying to hide his annoyance.

You laughed sweetly at up at Enzo as he eyed you with his bloodshot gaze, “Theo? He’s just my brother’s best friend Lorenzo, why would there be anything going on between us?” You had to make an effort to keep your eyes on the lean boy in front of you as his hand found it’s way to your waist, he tugged you closer to him slightly just as the shadow of Theodore Nott engulfed you.

“Walk away Enzo.” The boy in front of you retreated with raised hands and a mocking smile, sending you a wink that made you giggle as he slipped into the crowd, much to Theo’s dismay. Theo’s large hand took in your wrist as he tugged you toward the boys’s dorms. “Aren’t you afraid Draco will see you leave with me Teddy?”

You forced the most sincere voice you could muster, poking out your lip in a dratamatic pout as he turned to you with daring eyes, “I don’t fucking care.” He spat, tugging you into his dorm room before slamming the door shut behind you both.

“What the fuck are you wearing first of all?” Theo snapped, turning to meet your eyes as he loosened the tie around his neck with a huff. You looked down at your dress then back to him with your eyebrows furrowed before simply saying, “A costume.”

“A costume?” He chuckled, poking his tongue into his cheek as he eyed your body again, “That’s barely clothes.” Theo sighed, eyes dead and set into yours before eyeing your outfit again, though this time he didn’t seem to have a problem with it at all.

“It’s the same thing I would have been wearing if you came with me,” You huffed, crossing your arms with a roll of your eyes before meeting his gaze again with a challenging stare.

“That’s different, I’d have been with you.” You narrowed your eyes at him as he spoke, taking in his sentence with a laugh and shake of your head. “So maybe you should have come with me?”

“I would have if it weren’t for your annoying ass brother,” He snapped, stepping closer as you stood your ground in front of his bed. “Speaking of which, I’m just Draco’s best friend now? Last time I fucking checked not all of Draco’s best friends get to fuck you almost every weekend,” He shouted, his eyes bore directly into yours but you didn’t waver. He didn’t scare you and he knew that, but you both knew you probably should have feared him a little.

“Well I guess I could change that couldn’t I, Enzo seemed rather eager, maybe I’ll start with him.” You laughed, biting at your lip and going to turn around before feeling Theo’s large hands dig into your arms, turning you to face him as he shoved you into the end post of his bed.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” His voice was strained, clearly hurt by your jab but you didn’t care, though you probably should have. “Or what?” Your voice dripped with desire as his face edged closer to yours, your thighs clenching together subconsciously and before your knew it his lips were on yours in a hungry kiss. His hands fell to your waist as yours wrapped around to meet in his hair, tugging at it to egg him on as he lifted you just to toss you on his bed.

“You’re a fucking brat.” He growled, crawling up your body as his eyes dug into you before smashing his lips back against yours. Face paint and lipstick smeared together, ending up in each other’s mouths as your teeth clattered together. “Now I’m gonna have to teach Enzo a lesson on who he can and cannot touch because of you.” He whispered into your mouth making you shiver and sending a rush of warmth directly to your core.

Theo’s lips and teeth worked down your neck, nipping at it and leaving a trail of bruises in their wake as his hands worked to push up your dress. You fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking together loudly as you tugged it off of him and tossed it aside before eagerly unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. Theo quickly moved your panties to the side, lining himself up and meeting your gaze for consent with hooded eyes before filling you up entirely.

He immediately set a ruthless pace, staring into your eyes as he groaned and grabbed at your neck, “If your eyes leave mine you don’t get to come until I say so, understand?”

Your thoughts jumbled together as Theo hit your g-spot over and over, working overtime just to form the word “yes” while Theo picked up his pace. He kept one hand gripping your neck tightly as the other held onto your hip with a brutal grip. “You’re mine Baby, I don’t fucking care who knows anymore. You are mine.” He growled, mostly speaking to himself as he lost himself in your soft walls.

You moaned up at him as you dragged your nails down his toned back pulling a groan from him before wrapping your legs entirely around him and trapping him between them. Theo began speaking Italian down to you, still fucking into you while watching your face intently, you couldn’t understand a single thing he was saying making you glow bright red as he chuckled down to you.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He muttered as his hips smacked against yours repeatedly, filling the room with the obscene combination of the smack of skin mixing with your moans and the creak of the bed drowning out his whispers of praise. “You feel so fucking good baby, I’m gonna fucking cum. Can I fill you up Baby?”

You moaned his named loudly as he tugged you closer to him by your neck, stealing your breath as you desperately mumbled a yes into his mouth. His hips snapped into yours faster as his hand fell between your legs, fingers finding your clit immediately to pull out your orgasm. You clenched around Theo as he hissed and sped of his thrusts, driving into you harder as he stuttered and moaned loudly. Your name repeatedly falling from his lips as he came deep inside of you pushing you over the edge, you clamped around him while your legs shook and your head became cloudy only being able to think of Theo as he fell on top of you completely.

Theo slowly pushed himself up further to look down at you, your face, neck, and shoulders smeared with his face paint and red lipstick just as his was, your hair a mess on his pillows, your eyes teary and staring up at him. He swore he’d never seen anything so perfectly ruined in his life.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Draco stood in the doorway, sighing into his hand after taking in the scene in front of him. His best friend had his sister in their dorm, that they shared. “Eh put a fucking sock on the door next time or something.”

Theo turned quickly as the door slammed shut before he could glimpse his friend, “Does that mean he’s not gonna hex me?” Theo asked, eyes fixed on the cloak swinging back and forth on it’s hook on the door.

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doc-pickles · 5 months

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it’s enough to make a girl blush | adam larsson x reader x vince dunn

summary: after an accident, your husband helps vince apologize to you properly

warnings: alcohol mention, smut (oral f/m receiving, handjob, f/m, m/m, f/m/m, praise kink, threesome)

a/n: I actually have no answer for this one but i do blame @loulucifer for brainwashing me. so thanks. anyways enjoy!

xoxo

nina

Swedish Vocab:

Älskling - Darling

Raring - Dear

Skynda - Hurry

Adam’s guilty pleasure is that he loves hosting. A bit standoffish and broody, most wouldn’t assume him to be the hosting type but he takes great pleasure in showing off the home you two share and having his close friends within the four walls.

Tonight was one of those nights where your husband took pride in hosting some of his teammates, cooking them dinner, and showing off the newly remodeled living room. The night had wound down to just a few stragglers sharing drinks in your living room, the room peaceful and enjoyable.

“Älskling, will you grab some more wine,” Adam whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Promise everyone will leave soon so I can take care of you.”

You respond with a nod and a kiss on Adam’s cheek, his fingers squeezing your ass just enough to tease what he’d do later. He’d slowly been teasing you all night, another thing he loved to do while hosting.

Quickly, you refill your glass of Merlot before turning to bring the bottle out to the living room but instead run straight into a solid body. Red wine drips down your light blue blouse as you let out a shocked yelp. Thankfully you manage to keep both the bottle and the glass in your hands as the person in front of you mutters apologies.

“Oh shit, I am so sorry,” Vince Dunn, Adam’s linemate, looks at you with absolute horror. He scrambles, grabs the roll of paper towels on the counter, and kneels to wipe up the liquid on the floor. “I wasn’t looking and fuck I’m so sorry.”

“Vince, it’s no big deal,” you place a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at you with wide green eyes. “I’m just going to run upstairs and hop in the shower. Seriously, it’s fine.”

“Älskling? Everything okay?” Adam appears in the doorway to the kitchen and looks between you and Vince who’s still kneeling on the floor.

“All good. I’m going to wash off the wine,” you slip past Vince and press a kiss to Adam’s cheek before whispering to him with a smile. “Skynda, raring.”

You make your way upstairs and strip before stepping into the warm spray of the shower. The one thing you’d insisted on when you and Adam had looked for a house was a large bathroom with a shower and soaking bathtub. The shower boasted two shower heads, a sleek black tile backdrop, and a huge glass door. As you close the door, the warm spray of the shower washes over you and you gladly sigh in relief as your body relaxes.

Not even fifteen minutes later the bathroom door creaks open and you smirk to yourself before calling out to your husband, “I’ve been waiting for you, raring. Thinking about this moment all night long.”

“Älskling, Vince wants to apologize to you.”

You whip around and find Vince standing in front of the shower entrance, looking anywhere but at you. Adam stands behind him, a smirk on his face as his eyes stay locked on the younger man and his flushed cheeks.

“He’s shaking like a leaf Adam,” you tut as you look over Vince. “It was just an accident, no need to be so harsh.”

“S-sorry about the wine,” Vince looks up from the floor and meets your eyes, not daring to look anywhere else. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“S’okay Vince,” you assure him with a smile. He seems to calm down but as you meet Adam’s fiery gaze over Vince’s shoulder you know that trouble is brewing. “Raring-“

“Vince needs to learn a lesson, älskling,” Adam's voice is commanding as he lays a hand on Vince’s shoulder. “Strip.”

“But I-“

“Strip, Vince,” Adam commands. “So you can properly apologize.”

To his credit, Vince only pauses for a moment before he strips off his dark polo and shoes. His hands shake a little as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs. He’s all lean muscle and long limbs, a stark contrast compared to Adam’s thick arms and legs and toned torso.

“All the way,” Adam mutters once Vince is down to his boxers. “C’mon Vince.”

Finally fully naked, Vince looks younger than he is as he stares at you, uncertainty clouding his features as he meets your eyes through the glass of the shower door.

“Go on,” Adam pulls the door open and pushes Vince under the warm spray. “Kneel and apologize properly to my wife.”

You take a step towards Vince, your hands gently, pushing his shoulders until he’s on his knees before you. His eyes flick to yours, wide and unsure through the green haze of his irises.

“You’ve gone down on a woman before, haven’t you Vince?” you ask with a smirk on your face as his cheeks flush. Even with the dark blush marring his cheeks Vince nods and you smile at him, running a hand quickly through his curls. “Good. Then you can make up for ruining my favorite blouse.”

Vince hesitates slightly before one hand curls around your leg to bring your body closer to his. His fingers drift up your thigh and slowly run through your folds, his tongue following their path. You let out a gasp as he slowly drives one finger into your wet folds and his tongue teases your clit.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out as you let one hand drift back to Vince’s now wet curls. “So good… Just like that Vince.”

You watch Adam observe the two of you, his erection straining in his dark slacks. His eyes meet yours just as Vince’s tongue delves into you and elicits a deep moan from you. You maintain eye contact with Adam as Vince continues to fuck you with his tongue, his fingers teasing your clit as he moves.

“Vince. So good baby,” you moan as your eyes flutter shut. “Such a good boy on your knees for me. So good for me, aren’t you?”

Vince nods and sucks your clit into his mouth just as Adam steps under the spray, his hands coming to squeeze your breasts as he pulls you into his chest.

“He’s so good with his tongue, raring,” you gasp as Vince circles your clit again, your head falling back onto Adam’s shoulder. “So- fuck. So good. Want you to feel him, Adam.”

Adams' erection presses into your back as he holds you close. In the same moment, Vince plunges two fingers into you and your orgasm claims you, your mouth agape as you tremble with pleasure. Adam holds you up as Vince continues to tongue you through your climax.

When you come back down from your high Adam is kissing your neck, Vince’s lips pressed to your thigh. Adam is rutting against your ass but you push him off and motion to Vince who’s still kneeling at your feet, “Vince will take care of you, raring.”

You smile as you run a hand down Vince's cheek, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he looks back up to you. His bright eyes are no longer clouded with uncertainty but with lust now, “Won’t you, sweet boy? Take care of Adam like you took care of me? Use your tongue so well for him?”

Vince nods before he looks with uncertainty toward Adam, “I mean… If Adam wants.. Then I-“

Adam cuts Vince off by leaning down to cover his mouth with his own. The kiss doesn’t last long before Adam breaks them apart and nods at you, “You take care of our guest, älslking?”

You simply grin as Vince greedily takes Adam into his mouth, a string of Swedish curses falling from Adam at the motion. You kneel behind Vince, pressing your lips to his neck as you trail your hand down his chest towards his dripping cock.

“Such a mess for me, baby,” you purr in Vince’s ear, eliciting a moan from him as you ignore his dick and slowly move down to cup his balls. “You want me to touch you while you suck off my husband? Can you taste us both on your tongue?”

“Raring,” Adam warns. “If you talk like that I’m not going to last long.”

You blink innocently up at Adam as you whisper in Vince’s ear, “Such a good boy, using your tongue so well for me, for Adam. I bet you can’t wait to swallow all of his cum huh? You want him so bad, don’t you?”

With a grunt, Adam grabs Vince’s face and holds him still as he comes down his throat. A strangled cry leaves Vince as his own release spills over onto your hands. Taking everything in with wide eyes you keep one hand slowly stroking Vince while the other gently strokes Adam’s thigh. The feeling of the two of them in your hold has your heart beating in double-time.

“Raring,” Adam whispers, a gentle coaxing. “Raring, time to get up. C’mon my love.”

Your eyes open slowly, taking in the surroundings that are definitely not the floor of your shower. When you finally look around you’re met with Adam’s smirk as he looks down at you, one hand stroking through your hair softly.

“Good dream?” Adam asks and your cheeks immediately flush as you hide your face in your pillow. “Sounded good to me.”

“Adam…,” you groan as you peek up at him.

“It’s okay, raring,” Adam soothes as he grins at you. “But maybe Vince can join us soon, if you’re a good girl.”

#vince dunn #vince dunn fanfic #vince dunn fic #vince dunn imagine #adam larsson #adam larsson fic #adam larsson fanfic #adam larsson imagine #nina writes #larsdunn

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miss-bridget · 2 months

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Delegate.

Everyone moaned about the conference….but you always found a way to amuse yourself. There was usually a lady in the hotel bar, maybe looking for some unattached fun. Alpha corporate males with an expense account bigger than their cocks proved to be popular with some of these ladies.

Tonight was no different, you had the final workshop session in the morning and you took your usual place at the bar. Looking around the lounge, the lady that was catching your eye wasn’t your type. Older, certainly. Maybe 50? But a firm, slim figure. She had a sleek, short haircut…..black with a hint of grey mixed in. Her expression was stern, dark eyes intently looking around the scene in the bar. She was wearing a pair of leather thigh boots, matching short skirt and silk blouse. Her make up was quite discreet, pale skin with mascara accentuating her already deep eyes and scarlet lips…..she was quite intimidating in an understated way.

You found yourself staring too much and she matched your gaze…..the look was unwavering and she carried on until you looked away, embarrassed. So much for the alpha corporate male as you sipped your rum in shrunken silence. A whiff of perfume and the creak of leather soon invaded your senses as you turned to see her standing next to you. She was a few inches taller and her demeanour reminded you of a lioness. Casually watching a baby zebra meander around a watering hole before deciding to take it down.

“A drink would be appropriate now, seeing as you’ve spent the last half hour watching me.” Her voice was clipped with an accent, possibly British, possibly Irish. You fumbled to get the bartender’s attention and she ordered a large red wine. You talked….or rather you rambled nervously. Her cool countenance was extremely off putting and you really didn’t know how to act. She was gracious and smiled at the right moments, but her eyes never smiled….not once. She asked if you wanted to fuck her this evening….you sat, struck dumb by the direct question.

“This is why you’re here, isn’t it? To find some easy pussy and to fulfill whatever thrills you?”

You nodded, a little unsure if this would offend her. Instead she smiled again….a genuine one this time and ordered a bottle of champagne. Of course, it was charged to you and she placed her hand on your crotch….your cock springing into life. She tutted, and told you to follow her up to the room. You watched her ass sway in the soft, fitted leather. Her walk was regal, the long boots oozing dominance and you felt like a filthy peasant.

The elevator ride was tense as she stood close to you, but not once acknowledging you…..the short walk to her room and the door was opened. She pushed you on the bed, ordering you to undress. You quickly removed everything as she popped the champagne open. You sat, butt naked watching as she slowly stalked around the room…..her short skirt clinging against her hips and ass.

“Go into the bathroom and shower. I don’t approve of dirty cocks….if I’m going to take something in my mouth, I want it clean.”

You got up and headed into the shower and took care to wash throughly. You even brushed your teeth as you heard music start to play from within the room. You reappeared and she was sitting there, the two glasses of champagne sitting on the dressing table. She handed you one and she guzzled her glass in a single go. You did the same as she poured another….the heat in the room seemed be getting more intense as you felt like your muscles were made of stone. She drank her glass quickly again and you tried to reach for yours….but the strength had evaporated from you. Your fingers were moving in slow motion, your face felt numb and you were dimly aware of your slurred voice. The lady patted you on the head and gently laid you down……

Your eyes opened. The room was dim and the music was still playing. The champagne bottle was next to the bed and you tried to move. You looked down and your heart leapt. Despite the sluggishness, you were fully awake now. The shiny dress you seemed to be wearing was tight. The red ropes coiled around you were also very tight. You tried to call out, but the ball jammed in your mouth stopped any intelligent conversation. The reflection in the mirror filled in the blanks. The sissy slut opposite was indeed you. A short brown wig, leather collar with steel ring attached and a pair of red high heels were forced onto your feet. The makeup was painted on like a true whore and you struggled furiously.

The bathroom door opened and the lady walked out. Her boots were now swapped for a shiny patent pair, fully adorned with buckles running the whole length of the boot….right up to her crotch. She was wearing a latex body suit and long latex gloves. Her hair was slicked back and her demonic eyes almost glowed in the dimness of the room. But the one thing that drew your attention was the massive, jet black cock strapped to her groin. A veined, glistening monster….maybe 8-10 inches long. You shook your head as she strutted over to the bedside table and grabbed a few implements you couldn’t quite make out.

“You really can’t hold your drink, can you, boy? I was afraid I’d have to amuse myself tonight….luckily you made a recovery.”

She moved toward you and quickly grabbed your limp dick. A yelp from you was rewarded with a stinging slap across the face. The black plastic chastity cage was skilfully placed on you and she held the key in front of your disbelieving eyes. She smirked and sat down in the chair opposite you….her boot raised and lifting the dress up to expose your caged cock. A sigh and a chuckle came from her cruel red lips as she started to stroke her huge phallus. Quickly and rhythmically jerking it up and down.

“This could have been you. But I got the idea that you might prefer taking cock, rather than giving it. A shame really, I just reapplied my lipstick for nothing. But don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure that I’ll reapply yours….i plan on having it smeared all around my big, black dick. You like my big, black dick, sweetie?”

You shook your head and she ground her boot heel into your cage. She would educate you for the whole night to come. A vibe constantly forcing your little girly cock to swell in its prison while a real piece of equipment took your virgin ass.

Perhaps you won’t be returning to the conference next year…..or maybe you will. I guess your lady will decide that.

#cd #glam girl #caught sissy #bound #bad girl #boots #leather #punishment

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main-character0 · 2 months

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"I’m Better, huh?” [Pt. 1]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Seo Changbin x fem! reader (poc-coded)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ After your boyfriend of 7 months cheats on you for the second time, you ask his best friend to pick you up from the club. Little does he know, Changbin was the one you wanted all along.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ warnings: No uses of (Y/N), cursing, implied drinking, cheating (since they never really broke up lol), angst, mention of murder (IT NEVER HAPPENS), please lmk if I missed anything!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ a.n: I'm SO EXCITED to finally post this!?!?!?!? Part two will be up when the depression subsides and I start to write again lmao. also minors DNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ wc: 2.4k (2,429)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ smut warnings: none for this part!!! only making out ig??? and being naked in a shower.... you'll see ;)

“Binnie, where are you?” You groan into the phone pressed against your ear. You rub your other arm with your free hand, finally feeling the frosty air biting into your exposed skin. You rub your thighs to at least create some friction for warmth. You can see a cloud of air escaping your mouth as you sigh into the speaker of your device.

“I’m turning into the parking lot now. Do you see me?” Changbin’s voice rings through your ear, his words giving you the hint you need to look for his car now. You see the headlights before you see the sleek noir Camaro pull up to the front door of the club. You rush down the concrete stairs as fast as you can in your black one-inch heels. Changbin is already out of the car and opening the door for you.

You ungracefully clamber into the car, pulling your tight skirt down to cover more of your thighs. You observe that Changbin’s gaze rakes over your thighs once, twice before he closes the door and walks around the car. He raises a hand to the bouncer, and the man dressed in a suit returns the gesture.

Once Changbin enters the car, he shakes his head playfully, turning his head toward you. A smile plays along his lips as he fastens his seatbelt. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend’s girlfriend.” He tells you, exiting the parking lot. You watch his hands as he turned on his signal to make a right turn. “You should be saying, ‘you’re lucky we’re friends.’” You giggle, covering your mouth with a manicured hand.

He glances over at you before smirking. “I- “

Ding, ding, ding!

A beeping noise startles the both of you, and he looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Put on your seatbelt, bunny.” He commands, nodding his head toward your seatbelt. You scramble to put it on, and as the seatbelt clicks in place, you look at the man escorting you home. Your eyes turn soft as you explore his side profile with your eyes. Yet, you can’t help it as your gaze starts to trail over his arms, his pecs, his hands. Your mind starts to wander, as you imagine his pinning you up against the wall, kissing you harshly with those plush lips of his, holding your hands above your head with one large hand.

“You good?” Broke you away from your R-rated thoughts very quickly. You blink twice before nodding. “Just zoned out.” You explain. Changbin nods. You return your gaze to the road in front of you, watching as artificial lights blur together. Then, you see it. A singular drop turns into many, and they rush down the window, some merging together. In a way, it represents your relationship with your boyfriend.

One tear turns into one more, with you convincing yourself it’ll be over soon. But it never ends. They keep coming, so many of them dropping that they seem to blend, losing track of how many have fallen by now. It’s like the sun will never shine again.

You went through his phone today. He left it open on the couch as he went to get a glass of water. You guess he wasn’t expecting you to notice the constant buzzing of his phone, or perhaps he wasn’t expecting the notifications. Swiveling your head in the direction of the kitchen, you confirm he wasn’t looking, and stand up to grab his phone. You sit where he was once sitting, clicking on the most recent notification. You notice the green icon and conclude someone was texting him. Quite frequently.

Your jaw clenches as you catch a glimpse of a red heart emoji. The messages load onto the screen and tears prick at your eyes. You grip the device tighter, and your white acrylics dig into the screen.

My boo: When u comin over hun? ❤ Don't tell me ur still w/ that lil girl lmfaoo

My boo: Still can’t believe ur staying with her ong

My boo: She’s cute n all but I'm obv better

Sent 2 minutes ago

You were trembling like crazy, trying to stop yourself from murdering your boyfriend in the kitchen. This was the second time. The second time you caught your boyfriend cheating. The first time, your girlfriend sent you a bunch of sobbing emojis and a picture of your significant other holding hands with a coworker. They were walking down the busy streets of the bustling city you lived near.

You confronted him about it, close to leaving, but his begging stopped you from leaving all those months ago. You wondered if it was the same girl from the picture. You heard an obnoxious yawn approaching the living room, so you hastily locked his phone and threw it to the side.

“Imma be leaving here in a minute. I’ll be back soon.” He mumbled, stretching his arms over his head. You nodded silently, not a word falling from your lips. He took that as your approval and left to your shared room. You sat on the couch for a few more minutes, and stayed there, even after he kissed your cheek as a goodbye. Does he kiss her with those same lips? The same lips that used to say, ‘you’re my only’ to you?

Then, it hit you. You’re not worth shit to him. He’ll never care about you like he used to, when you were the only one. Were you ever the only one? You stood up hastily and rushed to your room.

You were gonna get drunk tonight. And you were gonna forget about that son of a bitch.

Yet, here you are, reminiscing about what had happened this afternoon. “Bin, I need to tell you something.” You whisper, tears welling up in your eyes. You look down at your thighs, and your sorrow runs down your face and drops onto your leather skirt. You attempt to wipe away said tears, but they just won’t stop. Like the rain, you so long to feel on your face, masking your troubles.

It seems as if Changbin had noticed your tears and promptly said, “We’re going to my place.”

☂‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ.

You clutch a pillow to your chest as you explain what you had seen on your boyfriend’s phone. As you continue to speak, it seems as if he gets angrier the more he processes what you’re saying. “Fuck. I’ll kill him.” He grits out, clenching his fists. The veins in his arms become more prominent as he does that, and it kills you to not tell him how you’ve felt all this time. “Don’t. It’ll just make things worse.” You say wearily, burying your head into the white throw pillow. You hear the man hosting you sigh before you feel a drop on the couch next to you. You lift your head to look at him properly, but he’s already embracing you.

You gasp softly, genuinely surprised. It wasn’t uncommon for Changbin to hug you like this, but due to the situation, it was unexpected. Your nose wrinkles up as you turn to hug him back, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. You sob into his shoulder, and he rubs soothing circles on your lower back. He easily maneuvers you onto his lap, his hands running up and down your sides.

Once your sobbing dies down to little hiccups, you pull your head away from the junction of his neck and shoulder. Your mascara is running down your face in black streaks, and you spot black pigment on his neck as well. Changbin stares deeply into your eyes, his hands still rubbing your waist. He glances at your lips, silently asking for permission.

You bite your lip as he moves his hands to your plush thighs, once again sliding his hands back and forth. After a moment and you don’t answer, he asks out loud. “Can I kiss you?”

You answer by gently yet firmly pressing your lips against his. It feels as if coals are rolling down your throat as you kiss him, and those coals drop into your stomach and become warmer. It’s as if the metaphorical coals are being ignited by your passion for one another, and after being held back for so long, have since stored more and more heat.

Changbin’s tongue prods against your lips, and you open your mouth slightly against his, so he can explore your mouth slowly but surely. You moan softly as you kiss sloppily, all tongue battling and teeth clacking. After a few moments, you reluctantly pull away from his soft lips. Your eyes are half-lidded, and your lips are swollen. The bold red lipstick you wore was smudged on your chin and the corners of your lips.

“Binnie,” you pant. “Can I wash up? I kinda look...uh...” “Stunning?” He finishes your sentence for you. Even though you were the tipsy one, he seemed drunk of your affection. As if he’s been craving it for a while now. Like you. So why stop now? Well, you didn’t want to look like a total hobo in front of Changbin. “Stunning?” You repeat, giggling. “Well, thanks but I think I want to wash up, if that’s okay.” You say, gazing into his coffee-tinted eyes. He nods automatically, then shifts under you giving you the impression he wants you to get up. You move your weight off him and stand up, once again fixing your skirt.

Changbin starts walking in the direction of his hallway, and you follow him dutifully. He leads you to a large bedroom, cozy enough for you to think it’s Changbin’s room and not a guest room. “You can use my bathroom. I’ll go grab some towels and a washcloth.” He smiles at you, before walking out of the room. You sit down on the bed, waiting for his return. You take in the decorations of his room leisurely, appreciating the 2Pac posters and large computer setup. Maybe for smaller music production jobs? He probably has a larger desk at his workplace.

Changbin walks back into the bedroom holding a white, soft-looking towel and a similar-looking washcloth. You thank him as he hands you the cloth. “You can use my soap.” He tells you as you walk into the bathroom. You hold up a thumbs up without turning around and shut the door behind you. You decide against locking it because you trust him. More than you realized.

Only when you step under the steady flow of warm water, ridding your face of the semi-natural makeup, do you start to confront your possible feelings for the man whose shower you were in. Did you like him? He was always a bit too touchy with you. At the time, you were madly in love with your boyfriend. You need to call things off with him, and soon. You’ll only suffer more if you stay with him. Changbin, on the other hand, is probably the best choice for you. He’s humble, loyal, funny, handsome, ripped as fuck, and super sweet. You can honestly see an amazing future with him.

As you scrub the remnants of the night from your skin with Changbin’s alpine sage soap, you begin to think deeper into your life with him. A small child, maybe two, running around the kitchen as Changbin softly scolds them for causing so much ruckus as mom tries to cook dinner. You giggle and wave a hand dismissively, assuring him it’s okay. He walks up behind you, wrapping two beefy arms around your middle and kissing your neck. “I love you,” he would whisper.

A heavy knock on the door startles you thoroughly. You squeeze the soap a bit too hard in your fright, and it practically jumps out of your hands. The bar hits the floor of the shower with a loud clatter, and you hear Changbin make an alarmed noise. “Bunny?!” He calls, just loud enough to carry through the wooden door. In your scurry to grab the soap without getting your hair wet, you forget to answer the distressed man. “I’m coming in!” He declares, shoving the door open aggressively. You only notice that he opened the door after you stood up, clutching the soap that got you into this mess in the first place.

You glance at the door, which is now allowing a gust of cool air to flow into the humid bathroom. Blocking most of the doorframe in girth, not height, is the person you were just fantasizing about. He’s staring at you, way too hard. A vein is popping out of his neck and he’s trembling. But the weirdest thing is the pink flush on his cheeks. It does not occur to you to cover your intimates as your gaze trails lower and lower.

He’s hard.

You can see the outline of his dick in his gray sweatpants, and damn, does he look big. He clears his throat, and you look back into his dark brown hues. He is biting his lip, yet his eyebrows are furrowed, as if he’s fighting himself. There’s a lustful glint in his eye, and he looks just about ready to jump in that shower with you. Your mind clouds with the thought that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way you do. So, with all the confidence your body can muster, you lift your hand up and simply beckon him over with a finger.

His body sprang into action, like he was waiting for you to give him any hint you want him on you. He shucks his clothes off in record time and slides open the glass door to step in the shower with you. You back up into the shower’s wall, the cool bite of the tile reminding you of just a few hours ago how the cool gust of winter air blanketed you. Only an endless display of a dark parking lot, and nothing on your mind. Comparing that moment to now would be like comparing ice and fire. Stark contrasts to each other. Now, your skin was burning, and thoughts were running laps around your brain.

Changbin’s eyes lock on yours, the water pouring from the shower head flattening his curly hair. You reach your hand up to push his charcoal hair off his forehead so you can see his eyes better. His larger hand follows yours, and places itself on your own.

“Do you want this?” he asks, running his thumb across your knuckles. He kisses your palm once, twice, waiting for you to answer.

#changbin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #seo changbin #stray kids #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop x reader #kpop fanfiction #seo changbin x reader #changbin x reader #FIRST FIC ON HERE YIPPEE

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neopuppy · 4 months

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There’s no denying how hard this year has been, each day feels more and more like a battle. It’s hard to wake up, hard to put a brush through your hair, hard to bother with putting away your laundry. Little things really, they feel meaningless, everything generally feels meaningless.

“Hey, it’s already half past noon and you haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Concern rings between each word, dragging your body to the side to blink your eyes open and peer over to where he stands. There’s those same eyes that droop at the corners, never bright or optimistic anymore. They used to hold a softness, love, adoration, never toward you romantically, but still enough to make you feel special.

You are special to him though, that’s why he’s concerned. Even when he has to look away, maybe because you remind him too much of her. Of the woman you both loved more than anything, the loss you both continue to suffer from.

“Not hungry.” You mutter, pulling your blanket on tighter as soft fabric rubs against your hips and sets off warmth between your chest.

He sighs, head knocking on the door frame. “You know, I won’t let you deteriorate, your mom would—“

“Mom’s not here.” You say, cutting him off. A small pang of guilt hits when he nods solemnly, chin tucked to his chest without looking at you again.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Letting go of your door handle, he shrugs and shakes his head. “I’ll leave my card and cash out on the counter if you change your mind and get hungry later. Have to get ready for work, I’ll be home late so don’t.. worry about me.”

You’d be lying if you said you won’t worry. You always worry. Always fear the thought of receiving a late night call that he didn’t make it, that he’s on his deathbed hooked up to life support leaving his fate in your hands. Instead you nod and barely raise your fingers out of your blanket to wave goodbye.

It’s always the same routine when he has these night shifts. Pester you about eating, about getting some fresh air, doing something productive with your free vacation time, just being a damn nuisance you don’t want to deal with. You have to get through it, act like you don’t care too much, keep up a calm facade despite the anxious way your heart begins to race.

It’s been weeks of planning, trying to figure out what it would take to make your sweet nurturing step-father finally snap.

Jaemin: Swing by to get you tonight around 10?

Yeah. That should be late enough, and from the clues you’ve gathered, you know exactly where to go.

The sound of the shower turning on from the master bedroom alerts your ears, jumping out of bed and into your slippers to tiptoe down the hall and twist your mom’s key through the lock to allow yourself in. It’s lucky you’d found it mixed in with a bunch of her items, making it easy to pocket and hide in case you’d ever need it.

He’s already inside of the shower by the time you’ve rounded the corner and crouched down by the connected bathroom door. It gets steamy, but the glass still clears up enough to take in his long muscular legs, sleek lean back, thick arms curling up to run shampoo through his hair.

It’s different today, having to cover your mouth to hold in your gasp when you spot him leaned back against the wall. His eyes are shut tight, sharp eyebrows furrowed together frustratedly, arm jerking furiously. The fog clears up along the glass with each hit of water, making the view of his large hand stroking up and down his length vividly clear.

To your surprise, he never brings anyone home. Many would consider him to be a young handsome eligible bachelor still, a good career, attractive face, fit body. You certainly wouldn’t be shocked if he decided to start dating again. The sad truth is you often find your step-father still mourning the loss you both took. He cries through the night, wakes up with swollen eyes and dark circles, he plays it off and puts on a smile for your sake but his pain is evident.

It’s hard to watch him struggle. The way he pulls on his cock seems painful, writing his internal guilt with each whimper and groan that squeezes from his tucked in lips. He doesn’t want you to hear him, he doesn’t want to experience pleasure through his pain. Doesn't think he deserves it.

You wonder what brought this on, what set him off enough to finally break the silent celibacy pact you assume he’s held himself accountable to. Today’s different from the way he barely touches his cock whenever washing suds off his body, scrubbing himself clean in such a robotic way without any expression.

Sliding onto your knees, you have to adjust the oversized boxers hanging from your hips, rolling them up tighter to squeeze around your middle. He hasn’t mentioned anything about his underwear going missing yet, hasn’t had the nerve to question you about the different items from his closet that he can’t recall seeing for weeks now. It’d be too weird to suspect his step-daughter of invading his privacy and personal belongings while at work.

Johnny’s always been too nice to ever think you could do anything wrong. Not you, not with the angelic side of yourself you grace him with. It’s almost too easy messing with him, rolling around on his freshly washed sheets when he leaves for work, spraying his cologne on your pillows to feel closer to him.

He won’t say anything even if he notices a familiar print of his underwear peeking out from your pajama bottoms.

“Shit.” You murmur, pushing back on your legs to inconspicuously crawl your way out before he can exit the bathroom. Too fast to sneak out to take in the evident failure pulling his cheeks down into a frown.

Johnny’s lonely, he’s real lonely, and you can fix that. You want to fix that.

A knock rasps down your door minutes later, halting your hand from traveling past the waistband of your stolen boxers after burrowing back inside of your bed. “I’ll be heading out now, if you need anything I’m only a phone call away.”

Staying silent for a moment, you decide to get up and listen at the door for his breathing. Keeping your movements light enough to not make the floor creak as you make your way over. His breath comes out evenly, fingers tapping a couple of times along the doorbed before he lets out a quiet sigh and turns to leave.

It’s better for him to believe that you went back to sleep, lessen any possible suspicion, cover your ass if you ever fuck up and accidentally leave evidence. He’s too good at his job.

The cop car stays parked across the street from your house most days when he’s working a lot, not helping the ongoing joke you hear about how your step-dad does that on purpose to ward away the men who want to date you. For the most part it worked too, living by his rules to focus on your education throughout high school and not waste your time fucking around with teenage boys.

Times have changed though, and with this year long break you both agreed would be best for your mental health, you have gotten bored.

Beyond bored.

Sneaking over to your window, you watch as he takes one last glance back at the house before getting inside of the car. He’s handsome as ever in that stupid pig uniform, the halster cinching his waist in further really accentuating his build.

Jaemin: Your step-dad’s not roaming the streets tonight by chance?

Watching his car drive off you reply with an angel emoji, exclaiming how excited you are to get out.

“I’ll see you later Johnny.”

#WIP #forgot i wrote this part already #will post the pack alpha one later too #😇😇😇

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mymegumi · 1 year

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⠀ — MOTH TO A FLAME ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

cw — age gap, boy next door trope, older!reader, afab!reader, masturbation, cream pie, infidelity, morally grey, shower sex, virgin!eren, spitting, degradation, sloppy/rushed ending

eren helps his best friend’s mom with some chores while she’s home alone. she helps him with things he hadn’t known he needed help with—but is more than willing to learn

eren’s not really sure where this all started.

he’d always thought that the stolen looks and the raised eyebrows were indicative of you just wanting to share mirth over your son’s idiocy—his best friend’s idiocy. jean was an idiot and it was often that you’d lock eyes with eren just to roll them again after some stupid pun jean had made or a dirty reference that nobody but him understood.

when your husband had gone overseas for a business trip, eren had assumed you kept inviting him over because you were lonely since jean had also decided to spend the summer abroad that year with his girlfriend.

you’d ask him to do some manual labor around the house, catch you staring when he was fixing up some old furniture for you, and even invited him to have a glass of wine when you’d ordered dinner for the both of you one night. your cheeks had been flushed red, hands running along his shoulders as you laughed at a joke he’d made and eren was fighting every cell in his body to not get absolutely rock hard. the way the strap of your satin camisole had dipped off of your shoulder, drawing his attention to the smooth curve of your shoulder, the swell of your breasts—he doesn’t think he formed a coherent thought that wasn’t sexually related, truthfully.

he doesn’t think he’s ever had to try so hard to not be, y’know, hard.

somehow, by the absolute skin of his teeth, he’d managed to leave your house without you finding out that he wanted to fuck you into your couch so hard it left you aching for weeks afterwards. as soon as he’d escaped into his room, his hand was wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off to the mere image of the straps of your top slipping off your shoulder, skin tinged pink from being wine drunk as your nipples peaked through your shirt.

the things he’d do to run his mouth along your breasts, to tug at your nipples with his teeth and bury his face in your tits. the thought torrents him to the edge, shirt clenched between his teeth as he leans his head back against the door—he hadn’t even made it to his bed before his pants were sagging to his knees and his cock was out, that was how badly he needed to touch himself.

eren had managed to avoid you for about three days after he’d jerked off to the thought of you. to the thought of how your hands would feel along his sides, what you’d sound like when he final—

three days was about all it took for him to end up back at your door. he was all but groveling at your feet, apologies spilling from his tongue that he’d just disappeared so suddenly, especially after promising to help clean your pool the night of what he’s calling ‘the incident’.

you’d laughed, head tilted to the side as you eyed eren’s slumped shoulders and what he assumed looked pathetic eyes. your eyes were twinkling with a look of mischief he’d seen so often before on his best friend and you opened your door wider to allow him into your home.

somewhere between that moment and now, eren had ended up shirtless and in his swim trunks, using the large catching net to pull leaves and any straggler bugs from the pool you owned in the backyard. he’d spent a lot of summers in this pool—dunking jean into it, bellyflopping so hard his stomach was red for days—and yet this was this was the first time he had ever seen you in a swimsuit before.

you were laid back in a sleek white lounge chair, body exposed as all you were wearing was a tight black bikini. a pair of sunglasses hid your view from him, and yet he could feel your gaze prickling along his skin no matter where he wandered around the pool. it was electrifying.

eren felt like a gazelle being stalked by a lioness.

“eren, darling,” you called, hand swirling a glass of amber liquid, “i think it’s time we take a break. want to come inside for a shower?”

his head jerked up, blinking quickly as he processed your request in his head. it felt like a trick question, but maybe he was just overthinking things now. your relationship with him had been friendly before, why was he so worried now that things would be different?

“yea, sure, thanks,” all of his responses since cleaning your pool had been stuttering, anxiously tripping over his words in an effort not to offend, “i ‘ppreciate it a lot.”

your nose scrunched a bit as your lips curled into a smile. your eyes were hidden and eren couldn’t tell what the smile meant, of if he thought it was sexy as all hell or not.

“oh, ‘course, ‘ren.” you leaned forward, hands hitting your ankles as you tilted your head up to look at him. he was trying really hard not to let his gaze slide from the curve of your lips to the way your tits looked in the bikini top you were wearing. the black top was dangerously close to revealing more skin than was sociably acceptable and heavens, eren wanted to slide his hands under the band to just grope you. “you can even use my shower if you want. got all sorts of fancy products in there you can use.”

his mouth was dry. he had to lick his lips a few times while he nodded before he could really respond. by that time you were already up and sliding the glass door that led inside open. he couldn’t tell if your hips were swaying more than normal just because he was horny. all he could do was follow after you as you went upstairs, like a moth to a flame.

your bedroom had a large king-sized bed in the middle of it. pressed up against a wall and bracketed by two small wooden nightstands, there were four posts of a dark oak that held up a large canopy that overlooked the bed. you were walking past it, a hand running across a dark red comforter as you led him into the bathroom.

“turn the knob all the way left for hot water,” the water hitting tiles was all he could heard beside the sound of your voice, “towels are in the bedroom so i’ll grab you one. just hop in whenever, okay?”

you had left the door open when you left, and eren awkwardly walked over to shut it so only a sliver of the bedroom was visible from where be stood. he didn’t want to mistake the signs that he was getting, since he was almost entirely sure the raised eyebrow you had sent his way was not an invitation to fuck you. he assumed it was just a part of your character, and he didn’t want to step over any boundaries you might lay down.

and yet, as he slid his swim trunks off of his hips and felt his semi-hard, and continually hardening, cock spring free, he just couldnt help but imagine what could be.

what could be if you would just let him touch you. he’s beyond positive that he could touch you in a way that your husband hadn’t in years. he could make you feel so much better than your husband has ever dreamed of making you feel. he was old and losing steam, but eren? eren was in his prime. he could fuck you for hours without stopping, eren could be the one to worship you as the goddess he thought you were. to him, you deserved to be cherished and touched and fucked in a way that he knows you haven’t ever been before.

his hand was sliding along his cock. the hot water of the shower was cascading down his neck and past his abs as he let it fasten his pace on his cock. his breathing was ragged as he closed his eyes and imagined your breasts with water falling down them, rivulets and streams of water curving along the swell of your tits and into your cleavage. the softest of moans fell from his lips as he rubbed his thumb over his tip, opposite hand unoccupied with his dick pressing against the white tiled wall.

he was jerked from his fantasy quickly when he felt a hand curl around his forearm.

somehow, without his notice, you’d managed to slip into the shower with him. your bikini was abandoned, body on full display as he gaped at you. your gaze was focused on his cock, both hands sliding along the hard ridges of his upper torso.

his mouth hung open, about to spill with apology after apology about how he was so sorry he was masturbating in your shower, how sorry he was that you’d caught him mid-fantasy of fucking you when your gaze slid to his eyes.

then down to his mouth.

eren wasn’t a straight-a student, but he knew what that meant.

dipping his head a bit, both of his hands found the curve of your waist. pushing forward, eren tipped his head low enough that he pressed his lips against yours. your hands flew to his shoulders as he caught a soft moan of yours with an open-mouthed kiss, tongues meeting in the middle and teeth clinking against each other awkwardly.

not letting that stop him, he curled an arm around the small of your back, his free hand sliding down go cup your ass. taking a handful of your ass, he moaned into your mouth as he squeezed as hard he could—his fingers were having trouble finding grip what with the continuing downpour of shower water, but nevertheless he made it work somehow. taking this as a sign, you hoisted a leg up, resting the crook of your knee at eren’s hip.

he was kissing you, open-mouthed and sloppy, lips touching any skin he was even remotely near. he was panting now, so overwhelmed with the idea that he was touching the woman he’d practically been in love with his entire youth, let alone kissing her and feeling her tits pressed against his chest.

“you’re sure?” he gasped, mouth not leaving the silky smooth of your skin. by this point, your head was tilted against the wall and he was teething gently at your neck as your hands tugged on his hair and left little crescent indents in his shoulders. “‘cause i don’t wanna- we can- we can stop, if you’re uncomf—”

“eren,” your voice was raspy, hands clenched in the flesh of his shoulders as your moans ricocheted off of the walls, “please, please don’t stop.”

he felt his dick harden and he bit your neck, sucking a red mark into the skin as he pushed you against the wall. he dipped his knees, hand curling under your standing leg and he applied pressure, taking your feet out from under you. using the wall as leverage, he tilted his hips back from where his cock was slotting and rubbing against your cunt. with the water and the arousal pooling from your pussy, the slide had felt so good that he almost didn’t want to pull it away.

almost.

pressing his tip to your cunt, he slid his hips forward, mouth hung open as felt a low groan pull from his throat. as badly as he wanted to savor the feeling of inching into your pussy and relish the feeling of losing his virginity, the water was making things so slick and before he knew it, his hips were snapping to meet flush with yours.

your nails were pressing so hard into his skin, he was sure that he was bleeding, but the soft whimpers and moans leaving your mouth as you squirmed against the shower tiles were making it worth it. “oh, fuck, eren, god, you’re so big—”

“s’cause you’re so—” his pulled back, words stuttering as he pushed his cock back into what he was considering heaven on earth, “you’re so fucking hot.”

your hand was snaking into his hair, tugging his head back as he focused all his energy into fucking your pussy as hard and as consistently as he could. every thrust into you was nirvana, and slowly before him a new religion was being created. every glance towards his cock meeting the wet hole of a cunt he was fucking, he could feel his moans spilling from his lips, could feel the soft praise he was spitting to you.

everywhere he could reach with his mouth—neck, lips, ears, collarbone—he was nipping with his teeth, sucking wet bruises and marks into your skin. your were barely comprehensible, but eren could just barely understand the words ‘please, please, spit in my mouth’ and who was he to deny?

the water at his back was cold compared to the wet warmth of your cunt, and with each snap of his hips he could feel himself rocketing towards the edge. it was with all his self control and then some that prevented him from coming.

he shifted, forearm coming under your ass to snake his free arm between the two of you. his hand curled under your jaw, tilting your head backwards against the tile again and using his thumb to open your jaw. he pressed his nose against yours, all the while keeping up a steady pace with his hips, as he whispered softly, “be a good girl and swallow it.”

your hands, that had been bracketed to his shoulders to keep from losing your balance, were wrapped around his wrist. your mouth was open still, eyes locked with as you nodded fervently. watching you, so obedient to him and so willing to listen to anything he did, god, he thought he got harder.

spitting into your mouth was easy, watching you swallow and grind your hips against his was hard.

growling softly, eren curled his hand around the back of your neck, taking all of your weight off the side of the shower and stepping out. there was something animalistic in the way he was feeling, primal in a way that he wanted to fuck you with better leverage. you gasped, arms wrapping around his neck and mouth attaching to his neck as he placed you down on the counter.

“god,” he gripped your hips tightly, turning you so the bend of your hips was into the edge of the counter top, “look at you.”

one hand slid up the curve of your spine, curling until he could get a firm grip at the underside of your head, pulling until you could see your own reflection in the mirror. his hand was firm on your waist, fucking into you from behind.

the sight of him fucking you—hips flush with yours every few seconds, watching the way your eyes fluttered every time he fucked you—was enough to press him deeper over the edge.

“oh fuck,” your moans were loud, unbothered by how much noise you were making, “oh god, fuck, let me come, please, oh, please!”

“fuck yea,” he grunted, hands coming to both hips as he furrowed his brow and concentrated harder on the pleasure he was feeling and the near burning sensation of himself nearing the edge—and quite possibly the aching sensation of his abs, “need you to come, just come, baby.”

the next few minutes were filled with the sounds of the shower running, hips smacking against hips, and soft moans leaving the both of your lips. eren wanted to pretend to be above it, but he was practically whining in your ear for how badly he wanted to come in you. it was like torture, being so close to coming and he was sure he was leaving bruises on your hips.

“‘m coming—!” less of a statement and more of an exclamation, your fingers gripped at the counter as your legs all but caved in on themselves.

fucking you through your orgasm, eren was only a few seconds behind you. he didn’t want to pull his cock out of your pussy, instead continuing to thrust shallowly as he finished coming. each thrust was accentuated with a grunt, hips stuttering and legs shaking slightly as he leaned his weight on your body, almost completely spent from fucking you.

breathing heavy, he pressed a kiss to your temple as he felt you heaving. the side of your face was pressed into the cool stone of the counter, but he could see the smile peaking out from the cover of your hair.

the perks of being younger and having a bit more stamina than anyone else that had ever fucked you, he knew that he could probably keep going all night. watching the way you were squirming, hips rubbing side to side slowly, he had a feeling you could, too. sliding his hands down your back and sides, he felt the slickness of the water against your skin. biting his lip, he pursed his lips, eyebrow raised as he whispered softly in your ear.

“ready to go again?”

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sinfulstarskitten · 1 year

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BlackPink House 1 (Smut)

| Black Pink x male reader || 18+ || Kinky || Foursome || Bisexual ||

| Reader is sent to live with the Blackpink members for a week, only to realise he's been sent to fulfil their sexual desires.

| pt. 1

You were wary when your team leader told you you'd be managing all the black pink members on their vacation that winter.

It wasn't often that a male manager was given a free vacation in a little house with four sexy idols. Heck it wasn't often that black pink themselves ever got a vacation.

But a whole damn week in a cabin in the hills? Cut off from the rest of the world? Damn this was both amazing and weird at the same time.

Either way, you were excited at the thought of spending some time with the girls. You've only managed Rose for a Paris event before, and been in meetings with Jisoo twice. Both girls had a body you could fantasize about for days.

Your favorite member was Jennie after you came across a fan cam of her shaking her ass in a tiny little skirt at a concert. You had that video saved in the darkest corner of your phone.

Brushing the horny thoughts off your mind, you pull up your car up at the little house. It was a modern, sleek thing with glass walls that overlooked the mountain scenery. (You noticed one of the bathrooms was fully glass too, which meant if you went on a morning walk, you could see one of the members showering.) It was supposed to have four bedrooms, which meant two members were gonna be sharing just so you could have a room to yourself. It was situated on the top of a mountain, a painful 5-hour drive from the nearest town. You were all on your own for the entire week.

The members should have arrived that morning, driven in by an experienced tour guide after their sightseeing tour of the nearest towns. You expected there to be party lights and loud music as you approached the house, but it was dead quiet. Maybe they had all fallen asleep? It was only 10 o'clock at night.

Hesitantly, you knock on the door. No one answers.

You push the door open to find it unlocked. You step inside.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

The house is dark as you're answered with silence. You could make the dark outline of the living room, no doubt lavish and luxurious if seen in daylight. You hear a soft sound, and you look up to see that the kitchen lights are on.

"Hey? I'm your new manager. Is anyone there?"

You walk into the kitchen, catching a glimpse of familiar blonde hair. You smile and prepare to call out Rose's name, but freeze. She has her back turned to you, and under her feathery blonde hair, she is topless.

And in her arms, kissing her roughly and fondling her chest, is Lisa.

"Girls what the hell?" You gasp out loud. Rose turns towards you, lips parted as Lisa opens her eyes in annoyance. You expect them to cover up and scream or do something, especially with Rose's soft milky breasts on full display but… they just grin.

"You must be our gift," Lisa says seductively. Her long black hair is a mess, covering her bralette top, and reaching her little black skirt.

"No." You avert your eyes from the two. "I'm your manager for this week, and it's gonna ruin the kpop industry if the company finds out what I just saw here."

Rose gasps, and you look up at her to see if she finally understands the weight of the situation. But to your surprise, she squeals in delight.

"Y/n Oppa? I knew it was you!" She claps excitedly, causing her boobs to bounce up and down. "I can't believe they listened to my request and sent you! This is the best gift ever!"

Your face turns red as you shake your head vigorously. "Are you girls listening! You could-"

"The company knows," Lisa says in a bored tone. "Everyone does, except you I guess. You probably don't even know why you're here from what you're saying."

You frown at her words. "What do you mean?"

Lisa approaches you calmly and sets a hand on your chest. "You, Mr. Manager, have been chosen to be our fuck toy."

#blackpink #jisoo #jennie #blackpink rosé #lisa #blackpink smut #jennie smut #kpop smut #lisa smut #rose smut #jisoo smut

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years

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This home in Los Angeles, California has a sleek black exterior, but the interior is so colorful and so quirky, it’s surprising.

Step inside and there’s a zigzag stained glass inner door, cloud wallpaper and bright pink area rugs.

The living room wall opens directly out to the pool, and weird sofas match the tree stump and gnome tables dotting the bright blue carpet.

The dining room table has multicolored chairs and a table with a giant rock sticking thru it. Notice the 3 smaller rocks lined up on the table. A bubble-like lighting fixture hovers above. This house is quirky.

The kitchen is such a dark green, it looks black at times. Notice the iridescence in the tile. Bright red dishes displayed in a glass cabinet give the whole look a pop.

A dark banquette in the corner is brightened by a white table for two.

An Asian-inspired family room opens to a terrace and features a fun standing mirror in the shape of a person.

The powder room is completely made of terrazzo, even the sink.

Minimalist bright red retro bedroom.

In this lounge, a daybed is upholstered with a patchwork quilt.

I can’t even describe this room. The headboard is just weird, especially the branch hanging out of it’s mouth.

The shower is actually the whole room, but I don’t see a drain in the floor. The tub is wood box.

It has a lovely yard with a beautiful pool and a bright red barn.

https://www.desiretoinspire.net/category/colour/page/2/

#quirky decor #modern interior design #colorful decor

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emsfallingsky · 6 months

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Enchanted

Pairing: Danny X female!reader

Word count: 7.4k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! sexually explicit content, unprotected sex, (kissing, fingering, choking, name calling, praise, edging, cursing, spanking, restraints, dirty talk, degradation, breeding kink, katoptronophilia ;)

It was now starting to become late and the wine you had been sipping on was no longer doing the trick of getting you through the night. You let out a sigh, throwing your head back against the arm of the chair you were sprawled across. You had been sitting here for the past two hours waiting for Danny to get back home.

Normally you wouldn’t be upset knowing that he was having a good time at the bar with his brothers, surely getting the ol’ Kiszka birthday special. But tonight was different. You had decided you wanted to do something a little different…a little special so he would have something to look forward to when he came home tonight.

So, there you sat, wearing a black silk robe, which was now barely tied around your middle, coming loose from the hours of waiting. Underneath the black robe was a new lingeire set that you had picked out the week before.

It was a black lace set that had red accents springkled throughout it. The edges of the set were trimmed with black and red stiches along the sides of the bra and around the hemline of the thong. The mateiral was sheer and see-through, allowing nothing to keep from being hidden and concealed. What tied the whole set together was the tiny red bows found in the center of the bra and on the top edge of the thong. A little something for him to tear into…

You had washed your hair and styled it and then because you were already in the shower, proceed to shave your legs and wash your body with with the hopes of smelling like a bath and body works at the end. You decided to apply more makeup than usual for ‘lounging around the house’, this time being secretly a little more for yourself than his.

You had just about given up on waiting, blowing out a puff of air between your lips and setting your lipstick-stained wineglass down on the table after hearing shuffling come from the other side of the door. You looked up at the door, quickly retying your robe around you before the door opened.

Danny entered the house, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket before his eyes swept over the room and landed on you. “Hey bab- oh…wow,” Danny said, before I stood up from the chair and started walking over to him, revealing the sleek black robe.

You watched Danny’s eyes grow dark with a hungry flare sparking in his eyes. His eyes moved over your body as you approached him, running up and down your body, hidden by the robe. Danny pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and let out a hum as you stopped in front of him. He raised one of his hands, running his finger along the inside of the robe by your chest. “And what’s all this?” he asked, in a low voice that made your body shiver.

“Your birthday present,” you replied back, keeping your eyes on his face as his danced all over you. You watched him watch his over finger that was tracing the fabric of your robe, letting his stare linger on the top of your chest. You felt him dip his finger under the fabric and start to pull it open, but you quickly swatted at his hand, making him pull back.

“What was that for?” Danny asked, cocking a brow up.

“Not yet,” you whispered, placing a gentle kiss against his earlobe. Danny hissed and clutched your waist, pulling you closer to him. You reached out and placed a steady hand on his chest. “Wait,” you said, before you walked away and grabbed your wine glass and went into the kitchen.

You walked over to the cupboard and pulled another wine glass down for Danny, setting it beside yours. You grabbed the bottle of red you had been nursing on all night and began to pour him and yourself a glass. “And how was your night?” you asked, turning your head to look over at Danny who was making his way into the kitchen.

Danny stopped and leaned against the counter, his eyes still visibly running over your body. “It was good, they got me properly fucked up,” Danny said with a smirk, You let out a small laugh, handing him his glass. He thanked you and brought it to his lips and took a small sip.

“Are you still fucked up now?” you asked, taking your glass in your hand, and leaning against the counter beside him. Danny shook his head.

“Not anymore, now I’m just a little buzzed,” Danny said, sending a wink your way as he took another sip from his glass. You let out a small hum, smiling at him from over the rim of your glass.

Danny sighed, setting his glass down on the counter and crossed his arms in front of him. “C’mon baby, please don’t make me wait,” Danny pleaded, reaching out to grab the end of the robe tie that hung down beside you. He started to fidget with the end of it, running over the soft fabric between his fingers.

You smirked and turned to him, taking a step forward. “Awe but it’s so fun to keep you waiting.”

Danny raised his eyebrows and nodded playfully, “True…but it is my birthday, and I very much would like to see what you’re wearing under that,” Danny said, bringing his head close to you and then proceeded to run the tip of his nose along the side of your neck.

Instantly, you threw your head back, allowing him more access as a small groan escaped you. Danny brushed his lips against the sensitive skin, making you reach a hand out and grab his bicep, pulling him closer to you. “Thought you wanted to keep me waiting?” he mumbled against your neck, before nipping your earlobe.

“Changed my mind,” you mumbled, sliding your hand up his arm to grip onto the top of his shoulder. You pulled him closer against you as he continued to press kisses along your neck. Danny then moved up to the side of your jaw before lightly brushing his lips against your own.

You both melted into the kiss, pushing your bodies and lips closer together. One of his hands gripped your hips while the other weaved into your hair, holding the back of your neck while he deepened the kiss. You felt his tongue slide out, licking over the bottom of your lip before it entered your mouth and collided with your own tongue. You were still able to taste the lingering alcohol on him from his night out. That and combined with the smell of his cologne was enough to make your head spin.

A small moan escaped you as you pressed yourself further against him, but Danny pulled back with a smirk on his face. Your hands clutched the fabric of his shirt, trying to draw him back to you but he didn’t budge. “Baby please,” you begged, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

“No look at the one who’s eager,” Danny quipped in a low voice, running his hand down the outside of your thigh so it caught the edge of your robe. He ran it back up, letting his hand slide under the fabric so now his hand was making contant with your bare skin.

As his hand came higher to your hip, he stopped it as soon as he felt the lacy fabric of your thong. Danny smirked and let out a soft hum while looking down at you. “I’ll let you get what you want if you let me see what’s under this.”

You stared back at him biting your bottom lip. After a few seconds of debating, you knew you wouldn’t be able to say no so you nodded your head. Danny smirked and moved his hand out from under the robe, bringing it to the middle as he grabbed the small piece of fabric keeping the robe shut. He softly began tugging on it and you watched his eyes grow wide as it fell open. He bit his bottom lip while starting at your body, his eyes not seeming to be able to focus on just one area as they darted around.

Danny placed his hand on the top of your hip, slowly bringing his eyes back up to you. “God baby, you look so fucking good. You did this all for me?” Danny asked, letting his eyes roam again before they landed on your chest. You looked up at him and nodded. You watched the muscles in his jaw bulge as he clenched his jaw and let out a slow breath.

He slowly took a step back, bringing his hand to his bottom lip as he took in the full sight of you. “Fuck,” he mumbled before walking back towards you. Danny gripped your hip and spun you around so now your stomach was pressed against the edge of the counter. “Feel what you’re doing to me baby?” he whispered against your neck, while pressing himself against your ass. Beneath the thing fabric of your robe, you were able to feel his hardness straining beneath his jeans as he pressed himself to you.

“Danny,” you groaned, while gripping the edge of the counter and pushing yourself back against him. The grip he had on your hip tightened and you heard a low rumble from him. He pushed your hair back, so the side of your neck was exposed and slowly started to place kisses along it. You sunk into the feeling, closing your eyes and leaning your head back while he found that sweet spot where you neck met your shoulder.

Danny started to place soft kisses, holding you in place with his hand while his other started to rub over the front of your thigh. You bit your lip trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape you as you felt his hand start to slide higher up your thigh. While your mouth may have been good at keeping quiet, your body had a mind of its own. Your hips started to squirm under his touch as his hand continued to glide higher up your thigh. You felt his other hand hold your hip in place while he pressed up against you, pinning you to the counter. “Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” he quipped, before he softly nipped your neck.

He continued to tease you, sliding his hand up and down your thigh but never quite getting to the spot that was now dripping for him. Danny could sense you growing frustrated especially after you let a small whimper escape you. You heard him chuckle and press his nose to the side of your neck before he spoke, “something you want love?”

You swallowed and quickly nodded your head against him, while trying your best not to squirm beneath him.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Touch me,” you breathed out, “please touch me.”

That was all you needed to say before you felt one of Danny’s fingers swipe through the middle of your panties. Your body immediately jolted, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the counter, and a whiny moan escaped you. “Is that what you wanted, baby?” he asked.

Again, you quickly nodded while biting your bottom lip. You heard Danny hum behind you and felt his finger press against your clit. He didn’t move it, he just held it there against you. You let out a high moan and found yourself trying to move your hips against the tip of his finger, eager to get some relief to the spot that was now aching.

“That’s cute. Does my little girl wanna fuck my fingers?” Danny called from behind you. You no longer compared how desperate you looked, all you wanted was for him to touch you.

“Danny please,” you whimpered, turning your head a bit to look at him so he was able to see the desperation written on your face.

“Awe poor baby…guess I’ll have to-”

You gasped, feeling his finger press further against your clit and start to draw small circles against it. “Oh god,” you moaned, throwing your head back against his shoulder. Danny pressed a kiss to the side of your temple before resting his chin on your head.

“Yeah? Right there baby?” he asked, pressing his finger harder against your clit, continuing to draw circles against it. You moan and move your head from beneath Danny’s chin, letting it fall forward while your jaw hangs loosely.

Danny pulls his finger away and you are about to let out a groan of frustration but then you feel his fingers working into the side of your thong, quickly pulling the aside. This time when he runs a finger through your wetness, you aren’t the only one left moaning. “God, you’re always so fucking wet for me.”

He started back on drawing circles around your clit but this time worked his fingers a bit faster, making you feel a tingle start to build in the bottom of your stomach. Your hips had started to rock against his hand and luckily this time, he allowed it.

Your body was pushed up against the counter with your head hanging down, but you slowly raised it. In front of you, you could see the window and in it, the reflection of you and Danny. You let yourself stare at the reflection, watching his hand deep down between your legs and rub against you. You could feel your knees start to buckle at the sight.

Danny’s fingers worked between your legs with ease, stroking and sliding around that certain spot that filled you with utmost pleasure. His lips continued to work on the side of your neck, making further pleasure sweep throughout your entire body. He turned his head ever so slightly and in the reflection of the window, you were able to see his eyes now on yours. You heard a breathy chuckle right by your ear and felt his breath against your skin making you let out a low pitched whine as you rocked your hips on him.

“Like watching baby? Like watching me play with your pussy?” Danny cooed into your ear, his cheek now resting against the side of your head. You nodded against him and watched his eyes on you in the window as they studied your face. Some loose strands of hair started to fall in front of it but Danny gentle swiped them away with his free hand. “So pretty for me baby.”

The way Danny’s eyes were set on you in the reflection was something that would forever scar your memory. His soft spoken and sweet demeanor was dropped completely and instead someone who was mischievous and daunting now took his place. You liked being able to see not only him, but yourself in the reflection. Your eyes wandered across your own body, taking in its shapes and the slight curve of your hip, still concealed by the soft fabric that hung around you. Your eyes danced back and forth from his face to your own, watching your own reactions when Danny pressed against that special spot and made you melt into the palm of his hand.

You were a moaning and panting mess as you watched Danny in the reflection. His dark eyes stayed on yours and in the reflection, you could see the dangerous gleam in them that let you know how badly he wanted you. You could feel that coil deep inside you starting to grow tighter and tighter with each stroke of his finger and when you felt it about to snap, he took his hand away. A strangled whine left your lips, and your thighs shook from the buildup that ultimately led to nowhere.

“Poor girl,” Danny said with a tsk. “Always so needy…you should know by now that the longer you whine, beg and squirm, the longer it’s gonna be love.”

You knew he was right but still couldn’t muffle the whine that pushed past your lips. You had a death grip on the edge of the counter, half of it being out of frustration, the other half was to make sure you kept yourself upright.

“Tell me what you want love” Danny whispered into your ear. You bit your lip, not wanting to voice the only thought that was invading your mind. Instead, you rocked your hips again and in doing so, was given a hard smack to the inside of your high. You jumped a bit at the surprise and watched his face in the mirror, seeing him cock one of his eyebrows up, scolding you.

“Uh-uh, use your fucking words,” Danny growled into your ear. You took a deep breath and met his eyes in the mirror.

“Want your fingers on me,” you replied breathlessly.

“What was that?” Danny asked, letting the tip of his finger slide under the edge of your underwear as he teased you.

“I said, I want your finger-” you repeated, but were cut off by feeling him slide his middle finger deep inside of you. The sound that came out of you was crossed between a gasp and a moan. He slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you, letting you get used to the feeling of having him there. On instinct, your back arched further into him, reminding you of his own excitement that was pressed behind you and getting harder by the minute. Danny chuckled behind you, “heard you the first time, just wanted to hear you beg for it again.”

Danny’s hand came off the side of your head and snaked around your middle, pulling you close to him while he continued to pump his finger in you. You could tell he was taking his time, calculating each movement, and drawing them out to make sure they hit that special spot buried deep inside of you.

Hidden moans came out from deep within your chest, feeling the tip of his finger catch g-spot with each stroke. Danny pulled his finger out just enough and this time, let his other finger join, plunging deep inside of you. You gasped feeling the sudden stretch but quickly welcomed it.

The wet sounds that were coming from between your legs should’ve made you feel ashamed and embarrassed, but you were too drunk off the high he was giving you to care. From behind you, you could not only hear, but feel the deep rumble coming from his chest with each moan he let out.

His other hand that was wrapped around your waist, then came down between your legs and you felt the tip of his finger start to rub against your clit. A high-pitched squeak came from you and you let your hand come between your legs, to clutch his wrist. “D-Danny,” you moaned.

“I know baby, just let it happen…gonna make you feel so good.”

You could quickly feel your orgasm building up with the combined stimulation from his fingers working quickly over you. Your limbs started to feel weightless and all the thoughts you once had in your head seemed to crumble and drift into stardust that went and spread itself somewhere far beyond. Your legs started to shake and your free hand that was clutching the counter, was now scratching the surface of it as you held on. You let out a deep groan, closing your eyes as you felt yourself start to walk over that line that would lead you down a road of bliss.

“Look at me, let me see those eyes baby,” Danny softly cooed into your ear. You did as he said, forcing yourself to keep your eyes set on him in the reflection. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see yourself with your mouth parted and a deep crease carved between your brows.

You willed yourself to keep your eyes set on him as you felt your body start to shake around him. He watched you in the window, muttering sweet words of praise as you felt yourself start to unfold. You cried out and scratched the top of his hand with your fingernails as you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you. You slumped forward against the counter, panting and moaning as you let your body surrender to him fully. Danny’s movements slowed and he let your shuddering body do the work instead, slowly grinding on his fingers.

You stayed slumped against the counter, catching your breath, and felt Danny’s lips brush against the top of your shoulder as he gave it a light kiss. “You okay baby?” he whispered against your skin. You nodded and met his eyes again in the reflection and saw a soft smile stretch across his face. “Good, cause were just getting started.”

Danny grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up off of the counter, so your back was pressed his chest once again. His fingers were still inside of you and you groaned when you felt him slowly draw them out. His grip was still on your shoulder, and you felt him tighten it as he spun you around to face him.

Your eyes were now set on his, this time without the barrier in between you too. Danny’s eyes danced across your face, and you watched him smirk, that dark spark flaring in his eyes once again. You then were left speechless as you watched him bring his hand to his face, the tips of his fingers coated and gleaming with your wetness. He glanced down at his fingers for s plit second then back at your face as he brought the wet digits to his mouth and brought them into his mouth.

Danny held your eyes as he sucked you off of his fingers, eliciting a deep groan from him as he tasted you. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, the bottom of his lip wet with you. “God…you taste so fucking good baby,” he growled, “wanna taste?”

You looked at him, your eyes half lidded and low from still feeling the linger effects of your orgasm on your body. You slowly nodded your head, and you watched the corner of his mouth turn up into a smile before he brought his hand to cup the side of your cheek as he leaned in.

When your lips met, you could taste the combination of the lingering wine, mixed with the taste of your own arousal. You instantly groaned at the taste, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him further into you. Danny’s hand began to wander across your body, sliding against the soft fabric of your robe. His hands pawed at the back of your thighs and then came up to squeeze your ass, making you let out a soft whimper against him.

Danny pulled away and looked at you, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You gonna give me my birthday present?” You quickly nodded, watching a soft smile appear on his face as he took your hand and started to lead you towards the bedroom.

He shut the door behind you, leaving you standing in the middle of the room with you back faced towards him. The sound of the lock clicking sent a shudder through your body, feeling the excitement and anticipation start to take course.

You could feel Danny approach you, his chest just grazing over your back. He moved your hair out of your face, placing it behind his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. The two of you both sunk into the embrace, feeling your bodies melt against one another. Danny pressed a kiss to the side of your temple, and you let out a hum of approval, closing your eyes and tilting your head into him.

Danny let out a soft chuckle before loosening his grip around you. He gently grabbed the side of your arm, turning you around to face him. He smiled down at you and brought his hand up so his thumb could swipe against the top of your cheek. His eyes then went down your body, taking in the sight of you in the lingerie. “Take this off,” Danny said softly, moving his hand down to your shoulder as he brushed against the silky fabric.

You nodded and gripped the side of the robe by your shoulders, slowly letting it fall to the floor. Danny bit his lip seeing you now standing before him with nothing shielding your body. He let out a soft hum, taking a step back to let himself see you fully. “Fuck baby,” he mumbled, rubbing his hand around the sides of his mouth.

Danny then took a step forward, letting his hand grab your hip while he started down at your chest. You could see a thought strike him by seeing the sudden twitch of a muscle in his face and the way he darted his eyes to the corner of the room before looking back at you. “So…you like watching, hm? You felt yourself blush a bit but his warm smile was enough to put you at ease. You giggled and bit your bottom lip before you slowly nodded.

Danny’s eyes then glanced to the side of the room again. “Well…then let’s watch,” he said, before grabbing your hand and leading you over to the full-length mirror propped against the wall.

He led you over to it, stopping you a few feet in front of it, taking place behind you. The top of his hovered just above your shoulder and you could see his eyes wander across your body before settling on your eyes. His hands slowly slid up the length of your arms, making goosebumps form across your skin before they stopped to rest at the top of your shoulders. “Does that feel good love?” You swallowed thickly as you nodded, your eyes still holding his. “Good…”

You watched Danny in the reflection, one of his thumbs softly rubbing small circles into your shoulder while the other started to slide down your arm. You then watched it move to clutch your side, his fingers digging into the skin. His hand then slid up your side, lingering a bit as they danced up to your rib cage. You squirmed a bit under his touch feeling the tips of his fingers tickle against your skin, making Danny let out a small chuckle. “Relax baby.”

His hand then slid upwards, the tip of his fingers now grazing the underwire of your lace bra. His hand stopped there, and you flicked your eyes up to watch his face in the mirror. His dark eyes were fixated on watching his hand but then it was like he could feel you watching his face as his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

You watched a daunting smirk spread across his face as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck that made the hair on your body stand up on end. Danny moved his thumb up and let it gently graze over the top of your nipple still concealed by the sheer lace fabric. In an instant, you felt your nipple harder against his featherlike touch. “You know this thing is fucking killing me. I can see every little thing but can’t fucking touch it…fucking tease,” Danny tsked while pinching your nipple between his fingers making you cry out.

Danny smirked at you in the mirror, continuing to roll your nipple between his fingers while you watched the other one come off your shoulder and start to slide down your body. He let it rest on your lower stomach, his fingers brushing against the top of the thong. “Love how I can see your pretty little pussy through these too. I can see how wet she is for me,” he cooed into your ear.

You bit your lip and groaned, pushing your body against him. In the reflection of the mirror, you watched Danny bite his lip and close his eyes for a second, trying to maintain his composure. He stared back at you, the dangerous flare in his eyes consuming his iris and making his eyes appear black. He then moved his hand away from your nipple to slide right up to your neck. You watched the muscles in his jaw flex as he tightened his grip around your throat. “Get on the fucking bed,” he growled.

Danny released his hand off of your neck and you quickly crawled onto the bed, turning around on it while you leaned back against your hands with your legs spread ever so slightly for him.. He turned to you, raising a hand up to grab the back of his shirt and tug it off with a single fluid movement. He tossed the shirt to the floor and stood still looking at you, his eyes raking over your body and settling between your legs, making him let out a groan.

Danny pushed his tongue to the side of the cheek and then held a singular finger out to you, telling you to wait. He turned back around, walked over to the mirror, and picked it up, dragging it over to reposition it at the end of your bed.

Danny set the mirror down and turned back towards you while he started to undo his belt. “Wanna watch…then lets fucking watch,” Danny said with a cold stare before he climbed on the bed and positioned himself on top of you. He started to kiss you, grinding his hardness against your leg.

You quickly reached down to his belt buckle that was open and now hanging on his hips. You didn’t feel like wasting anymore time as you began to pull down the zipper of his pants. Danny groaned into your mouth and gently thrusted his hips into your hand, urging you on further. You made quick work of undoing his zipper and then pulling down the tops of his pants.

Danny’s hand wrapped around your throat, and he let out a growl, bringing his other hand to hastily pull off the rest of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. He began to kiss you again, this time his kisses being hot, and lust ridden. He groaned into your mouth while letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Your hands clawed and grabbed at his skin wanting to pull him closer to you. He seemed to get the hint because your breath was soon taken from you as you felt his hips rock against you, the tip of his cock brushing against the fabric of your thong. Enclosing your clit. Your hand gripped his bicep while you cried out at the feeling.

“Want my cock baby?” Danny asked, gripping the sides of your neck harder. You looked up at him, his dark curls falling and cascading down in front of him. You bit your lip, your brows furrowed as you quickly nodded your head.

Danny then rocked his hips against you again while he clenched his jaw. His eyes were dark and cold as he looked down at you. “Words baby and I’ll give you everything you want.”

“W-want your cock,” you managed to stutter out, dragging on hand down between the two of you to grip his hardness in your hand. Danny let out a deep groan from within his chest and snaked his hand that was gripped around the front of your throat, to the back of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair at the nape of your neck. He climbed off of you and lifted you by your hair and then threw you face down on the other end of the bed.

You now laid on your stomach, your head hanging off the bed and your hands clutching the edge of it. You slowly raised your eyes and when you did you saw a sinful sight in the reflection of the mirror…

Danny was on his knees behind you, his hands coming to grip to the side of your hips as he yanked you back, pressing his hardness against you. His eyes were fixated on your ass as he gently pressed himself to you a couple times, kneeing his hand into your flesh. Danny then grabbed your hips and pulled you back hard against him, delivering a hard smack to the skin there.

You yelped, feeling a sting from where his hand made contact and found your own, gripping the bed sheets. Danny let out a hum of approval before his eyes slowly traveled up the length of your spine and met yours in the mirror. You could see the cocky smirk tugging at the side of his face while he stared back at you. “Wanna watch me fuck you?”

You bit your lip with your eyes heavy and half lidded. You pushed your head back a little, staring at his reflection over the tip of your nose. “Please fuck me.”

Danny dug his hand further into the flesh of your hip with your response and let out a breathy chuckle. You watched him slowly tug down his boxers to reveal his cock, thick and heavy for you while the tip of it glistened with his own arrousal. He gripped it in his free hand, slowly pumping over himself. The reflection in the mirror made you clench down around nothing.

His mouth was slightly parted and the muscles in his shoulder and bicep flexed with each languid stroke. His dark curls hung down around his face, concealing part of him. His own brows were furrowed in pleasure while he pulled in shaky breaths. The muscles in his abdomen twitched as his own pleasure began to course throughout him. He bit his bottom lip and slowly lifted his eyes towards you, and you watched as his hip seemed to absentmindedly buck into his hands.

You arched your back for him which made him clench his jaw and his eyes grow heavily with lust. His eyes dipped down to take in the view of you arching your back for him and he slowly pulled your thong to the side. His hand came to rub small circle over the top of your hip, and you slowly felt his tip start to swipe through your wetness. You let out a soft moan as he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit and then pulled back to tease at your hole.

He did this a couple times, and it was enough to already have you be a winning mess. “Please Danny, please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely-” Danny started to say before he was cut off by his own moan as he plunged into you. You found yourself gasping and gripping the sheets as you felt yourself stretch around him. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you fucked, it was always a suprise when you first felt him slide in.

Danny’s head fell forward, and he closed his eyes, keeping himself still while pressing himself deep inside. You could feel him grip both of your hips as he slowly pulled himself out from you and then delivered another hard thrust. You let out a groan, feeling the wind being knocked from your chest at the power behind his thrust.

Danny opened his eyes and met your back in the mirror with a devilish smirk on his face. He slowly began to build a rhythm, plunging deep inside of you and letting the tip of his cock brush against your sweet spot. You gripped the sheets, needing something to hold on to as your body jolted forward with each thrust, he gave to you.

Grunts and groans left his mouth, and you watched the muscles in his stomach and arms flex with each movement. He then slowed his movements, shuffling himself back on the bed a bit and then gripped your hips pulling you back hard against him. You let out a deep groan, feeling the tip of him graze your cervix. “Ah fuck, Danny!”

Danny let out a chuckle and worked back up to his steady pace. “What baby? Do you feel me deep inside your tummy?” At this point, you couldn’t even form words with how hard he was thrusting into you. All you could do was meet his eyes in the mirror and nod your head.

He continued to thrust into you and the two of you were now both covered in a layer of sweat. His curls were sticking to the side of his face and his chest and stomach gleamed in the low light of the room. Your cheeks were now a bit red, and strands of your hair now stuck to your neck and sides of your face.

Danny then reached around to the front of you and grabbed your chin, forcing you to crane your neck up just a bit. His thumb swiped against your bottom lip, smearing your red lipstick around the sides of your mouth. You slowly opened it for him and sucked it into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl against the pad of it. Danny let out a hiss from behind you and you watched in the mirror as his eyes rolled back into his head at the sensation.

He must’ve been trying to maintain his composure because he quickly took his thumb out of your mouth and instead snaked his hand around to the back of your head, gathering your hair. He gripped your hair tightly and then pressed the side of your face down against the comforter as he began to plow into you, not holding himself back on bit.

Strangled moans left your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot and then proceed to hit your cervix. The combined sensation was enough to leave you panting and shaking as you felt your second orgasm draw near.

“There you go, fucking take it,” Danny growled, thrusting himself further into you, the sound of his thighs hitting your ass and your own wetness filling the room.

You moaned into the comforter and went to snake your hand between your legs to help get yourself there but were quickly stopped by Danny. He gripped your wrist in his hand and pressed it against the small of your back as he continued to drive into you.

You turned your head ever so slightly, wanting to be able to see everything in the mirror. You practically came just from the sight. Your back was arched, leaving just the view of your ass above the top of your head. You could see pound into you but as you continued to watch, you saw him lean over and grab something off the bed. When he straightened himself back up, you saw his belt buckle in his hand.

His eyes met yours in the mirror and he slowed his thrusts down just for a second as he grabbed both of your arms and pinned them behind your back. He then looped the belt around them, securing them by tightly pulling the end of the buckle. He began to thrust into you again with that brutal pace, holding the end of the belt buckle as he did.

“You like that baby? Like the way my cock stretches you out?” Danny cooed.

“Yes! I- fuck, oh my god…. fucking love it,” you moaned.

His eyes were cast downward, watching his cock slide in and out of you. The sight of seeing you arched for him, and your hands restrained behind you was just enough to have his own self teetering over the edge.

He continued to plow into you, and you could sense he was getting closer from the way he would pull himself almost all the way out, catching his breath before sliding back into you. You too found your orgasm growing near and your body started to shake around him. Danny hissed when you clenched down on him and that only made him tighten the belt buckle around your wrist. “You close baby? I can feel that pussy clenching down on me.”

You nodded against the covers and felt his hand come off your hip to snake down between your legs. He began to draw circles over your clit while continuing his brutal pace and it was all you needed to be sent over that edge. Danny let out a deep groan as he felt you shake around him.

Danny slowed his pace but began to deliver you deep, hard thrusts as he felt his own pleasure start to overtake him. “Fuck,” he grunted as he thrust deep into you, “gonna fucking,” another thrust, “breed you.”

“Do it, fucking cum in me,” you groaned back, watching his face contort in the mirror. Your words were all he needed before you felt him give another deep thrust and then spill deep inside you. He slumped forward, his damp chest resting against your back as he let go of the hold of his belt wrapped around your wrist.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your hair as he struggled to take in deep breaths as he came down. You laid underneath him, drained and lifeless now. Danny stayed on top of you not moving but you soon felt his hand come and brush away the damp hair that stuck to your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to it.

“You alright baby?” he mumbled into your neck. You sighed and closed your eyes, nodding against the comforter.

“Good,” he sighed back. He slowly lifted himself off you, slide out of you. You both let out a soft groan at the feeling. He then sat up behind you and started to undo the buckle of the belt, freeing your hands from behind you. “Belt wasn’t too much was it? Wasn’t too tight?”

You quickly shook your head, feeling the instant relief as he took off the belt and tossed it across the room. “Not at all, I loved it.”

Danny let out a small chuckle and you flipped yourself over, now laying on your back to start up at him. He smiled down at you and pressed his hands flat against either side of your head before he lowered himself down and placed a kiss to the top of your nose. You closed your eyes and scrunched your nose at the feeling making the two of you giggle.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him only a few inches from your face, his long curly ends coming to tickle the sides of your face as it hung down. You pressed a hand flat against his chest and began to draw lazy circles against his skin. “So…you enjoyed your birthday present then?”

Danny smiled and pressed another kiss to you, this time to your cheek. “Very much. I fucking love this little set you got…fuckin sexy.”

You smiled at his answer and then placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Danny chuckled and looked down at your face and then above your head to the mirror. You flicked your eyes up, leaning back your head to see both of your upside down reflections in the mirror. Danny laughed and then looked back down at you. “I have to say…the mirror was a brilliant idea.”

You frowned and looked at him. “That was your idea-”

“Maybe but! You started it. Watching yourself in the window…filthy girl.” Danny tsked.

You playfully rolled your eyes, a smile plastered on your face. “Shut up!” you said, swatting a hand at him. Danny giggled back at you, and you sat up. “Want some cake?”

Danny smirked and let his eyes trail down your body. “Ooo, yes please-”

You swatted him again and rolled your eyes. “I’m serious dumbass! I got you a tiny one for tonight. Was gonna light candles and sing to you and shit.”

“Fine, fine, but can I get some more of this after?” Danny asked, reaching down, and giving your backside a quick squeeze. You let out a small yelp and giggled.

“Deal.”

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trulybetty · 7 months

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oct' 03 x full of colours

Prompt: full of colours Pairing: tim rockford x f!reader Word Count: 1,530 Warnings: 18+ we've got our first mention of smut for the month, un-beta'd is the name of the game, true crime + murder mentions (no graphic detail), mentions of food, P in V, no contraceptives but this is an established relationship, wrap it up, mentions of consuming alcohol. Summary: tim, hitting a roadblock in his case comes home after work has kept the two of you away from one another too long. both of you could do with unwinding from your current work loads, good thing for walk in showers

x. masterlist

A/N: day three and no Marcus Pike... should I be worried? Or is he ready and waiting in the wings?

The drive home was uneventful, his restored 1968 Mustang GT Fastback was smooth, its recently tuned engine purring as if content. Tim's focus was split between the road and the true crime podcast playing through the car's upgraded speakers, a modern touch in a classic ride. While he generally steered clear of the trendy world of true crime podcasts, this particular episode offered some eerily accurate insights into the cold case he was diligently piecing together.

Pulling into the driveway he was happy to finally be home for once this week at not only a decent hour, but before the sky turned dark. The fall weather had swept in, summer disappearing before he had even had a chance to acknowledge it. Work had brought him another case that had him burning the candle at both ends. Some nights never making it home and catching sleep between leads on the beaten couch in his office.

There was a crunch of fall leaves under his foot as he climbed out of the car. Full of colours, a multitude of fall shades at his feet and over the modest front yard. A blanket of orange and browns between shades of green of the neighbouring lawns.

It served as a further reminder that he hadn’t been around enough to even get a start on prepping the yard for the fall months and he’d put off your insistence at hiring a landscaping company despite a local one coming highly recommended. Your work deadlines had picked up too meaning his slack you usually picked up around the house was going further neglected.

Closing the front door behind him, he spied the dining room table littered with paperwork. Telling him all he needed to know about your deadlines. If you had moved your work from the modest office you kept in the spare room upstairs, one that looked out to the backyard and the lakes beyond, to the wider formal table meant things were just as pressing for you.

Tugging his tie loose and pulling it off in one smooth movement he called out your name, but got no response. Before any concern could be had he heard the shower turn on upstairs. Slipping out of his suit jacket and hanging it at the end of the stairs he made short work of heading up the stairs to your shared bathroom. A smile graced his lips when he saw the ensuite door left ajar.

Tess, his long-suffering secretary, had left him a voicemail earlier, reminding him about the outstanding expenses report that was due this week. He planned to knock that out tomorrow, but for now, he relished the notion of a quiet evening. Something that had become a rare luxury for him these days.

Tim stood at the threshold of the bathroom door, steam billowing softly through the gap. He couldn’t remember the last time the two of you had spent any time together where there wasn’t one of you with an eye on the clock.

Without any hesitation he quickly stripped, leaving his clothes at the doorway, slipping into the sleek tiled room he could make out your silhouette through the fogged glass doors.

He stepped into the shower, a warm embrace of steam and cascading water. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you against his body, his cock already stirring at the missed skin on skin contact. You gasped at the sudden presence but the familiar feel of his lips at your neck, his ever present patchy beard, told you enough to know it was Tim.

The two of you stood there for minutes just enjoying the moment, both understanding how rare these moments were becoming and very thankful for the walk-in shower that could comfortably fit three more people, and the two of you would still have space.

Tim softly kissed behind your ear, feeling your body relax as he continued to run his hands across your back. His fingertips tracing circles at your hips before running up to massage your shoulders. He could feel your soft exhales against his chest as he moved lower down your back letting out a content sigh himself when he felt you reach down and ghost your fingers over his stiffening member.

Turning you to face him he kissed you with hunger for you on his mind, while his hands found their way to your hips as he manoeuvred you back against the shower wall. Despite the heat of the water the tile felt cold at your back and you hissed. But it was quickly forgotten when his body pressed into yours as he deepened his kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth with his. His hands roamed your sides before moving upwards to cup your breasts.

You moaned into his mouth as one of his hands trailed lower, skimming over your stomach before dipping between your legs. Your body quivered as his fingers found their way inside of you, stroking softly with increasing pressure.

He kept stroking until he felt the tension leave your body before turning you around so that you were facing away from him, your arms braced against the shower wall. You could feel the heat you'd left behind against your palms. Bending you over slightly, so that he could have better access to you. He ran fingers lightly up and then back down your spine while placing soft kisses at the nape of neck and shoulders before finally pushing himself inside of you from behind.

You gasped at the sensation but had no time to dwell on it as Tim started to move slowly at first at a tantalizing slow and tender pace as your body adjusted to him. The shower soon filled with gratuitous moans from you both as the pace increased, highlighted by a call on his name when he let his one hand drift from your hip to find home between your legs, teasing you with his fingers.

He could feel his own body tensing as you arched your back pushing back against him. He was close, his breathing growing heavier as he fought to concentrate on giving you what you wanted. But he didn't need to focus for long as he felt your body tensing around him. You came with a low moan and soft cries of his name, your body trembling as you rode out the wave.

He followed soon after, his loud groan mingling with the water as he emptied himself inside of you. He pulled out, the sound of the shower water quickly drowning out any other noise that he made as he ran his hands up and down your back as he tried to catch his breath.

You turned around, your arms finding their way around his neck, “Hi,” you said gently, your smile signifying your happiness of having him home.

“Hi,” responded just as quietly, his dark brown eyes taking you in before his lips found yours again, soft and lingering.

“I missed you,” you said up against his lips.

“I missed you too.”

Tim headed downstairs to the kitchen. He settled on something simple—grilled cheese and a salad. Comfort food. As he laid out the ingredients on the counter, he pondered over the case that had consumed him for the past weeks. It was a twenty-year-old murder case, cold as they come, but he had found something everyone else had missed—a faint pattern that suggested a serial killer at work. The only trouble was the red tape he was facing, halting any further progress that was so desperately within his reach.

Your footsteps announced your arrival into the kitchen. “Something smells good,” you said, eyeing the skillet on the stove.

“Almost ready,” he replied, flipping a sandwich with expertise.

The table laid, dinner served, you jumped up from your seat, “Before I forget!” you said as the sound of the scrape of your chair against the floor filled the room.

You returned moments later with a manila folder and slid it across the table as Tim took a sip from his wine glass, his eyes on you, “I thought we said no work at the dinner table?”

You gave him an apologetic smile, it was after all your rule, “I know, but you’re going to want to see this.”

He raised an eyebrow, his curiosity peaked. He placed down his glass and opened the folder.

A moment or two passed and you waited with baited breath for his response.

“This legit?” he asked looking up from the papers, “you’ve crossed referenced this?”

You nodded eagerly, “Everything is cross referenced and triple checked.”

He took one more look at you before he bowed his head and returned to reading, his furrowed brow and grunts of approval told you that your hard work met his meticulous standards. There was a reason cold cases made their way to him when no one else could follow the cold trails.

Finally he closed the folder, ��When is this getting released?”

You grinned as you took a satisfying bite of your grilled cheese, “The episode goes live tonight at midnight, meaning everyone is going to know and they’ll have no choice but to lift that red tape that’s holding you back.”

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shushposting · 19 days

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I can be your Prince or I can be your Dragon

Possessive Full Demon Form Vox, intersex Val, toxic relationships because Vox and Val being Vox and Val, they’re so codependent it's disgusting can you have make up sex and hate sex at the same time? Yeah kind of.

Valentino stays gone too long after a fight, Vox doesn’t handle it well

It’s a dance at this point, well practiced and predictable. They fight, they break apart, they fuck, and the broken pieces fit back together. It didn’t matter how many times they stormed out they always always came back.

But even the most practiced dances stumble sometimes, right?

Valentino had walked out of the Vees tower two weeks ago. The longest he's ever stayed away in all their years of euphoric highs and sickening lows. Any attempt Vox made to contact him was ignored. Texts left on read, calls dumped to Vmail, assistants baring messages and gifts shot and left wherever they crumpled. That was the first week and by the tenth day, the texts and calls stopped.

After that, it got more drastic. TVs in the hotels he stayed or in window displays where Valentino walked on the streets burst. Voxtek appliances shorted and sparked or just combusted once he touched them. Lights shattered in his clubs, showering him with sparks and colored glass.

The moth’s last frayed nerve snapped when the next casualty was his phone. He'd only glanced at a text from Velvette that he needed to haul ass back home before every contact and app changed to Vox's speed dial.

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The thing rapidly heated and glitched in his hand until the screen cracked. He'd just barely managed to throw it down before it shattered apart with a sharp pop!

Under threat of being sent back to the goddamn stone age Valentino finally relents, he tells Dia to call his car for him and thankfully she's able to do it with minimal static and sparking around the phone. The car was suspiciously close, too close for it to not have been waiting on standby for him. It's not his usual driver who opens the door for him, it's Vox's and he's not asked where it is he wants to go. He swears he sees Vox's eye staring at him in the driver's V-Watch through the partition the whole way back to the tower.

The walk to the media overlord's surveillance room is.. honestly a shitshow. Vox's area of the tower was always pristine, sleek, and perfect. Now it looks like a war zone, with pieces of employees and debris scattered along the floor. Lights hang from their fixtures in ugly wirey tangles, ceiling tiles broken on the floor, elevator doors stand jarred between floors, doors not able to close properly and ding obnoxiously. One shudders to life and opens for him, the light overhead indicating the destination was Vox's lair.

It's not a smooth ride but it doesn't drop him to a temporary death either. Small mercies. It does leave him though, the second he steps into Vox's private space the thing slams shut behind him and groans back up the chute, stranding him.

Wires and cables writhe like snakes along the floor, the ceiling, and walls; all feeding back to the bank of monitors. Vox's highbacked chair was in a gnarled heap, torn from where it had been fastened to the floor, more wires coming up from the hole it had left. The TV demon himself hung in front of the screens, the cables connected to his body holding him aloft like a puppet. Or maybe he was just standing. It was hard to tell with Vox's disjointed limbs, too-long cables and wires lengthening his joints like some grotesque doll. And he said Val was theatric.

Valentino's own reflection looks out from the screens. Recordings and still shots of him over the last two weeks cover every monitor. In his clubs, hotels, the street, looking up at him from his phone before the damn thing detonated. Right in front, the one Vox was fixated on, was the live feed of him standing there in the here and now.

"And you get mad at me for wrecking shit?" Val says to his partner's back- might as well get this shit started "I take a siesta and you trash the whole tower while I'm out."

"G⦻N3" The glitched snarl seemingly comes from everywhere as the screens go red, Vox's black-ringed hypnotic stare broadcast across each one, glaring down at him "Not 'out'. You were gone."

A sneer pulls Valentino's upper lip off his teeth "Oh excuse me, I didn't know I had a fucking curfew."

"Two weeks" In a surging wave of sparking cables Vox is in his face, bodily slamming him against the wall.

"Ow- Goddammit, Vox-"

"You left me." Vox's claws fist into the ruff around his partner's neck as wires wrap painfully around him, sparks of electricity singing the fur. "For two weeks. You. Left. Me."

"Oh poor fucking baby," Valentino growls through a mocking grin, sucking in the electrical smoke and hissing it back out red and thick, cocooning around them as his body threatens to change, to grow monstrous in the face of Vox's own more demonic form even if it makes the wires cut into his skin.

They snarl and growl in static glitches and insectoid chirps, pushing and pulling at each other with too-sharp claws. Val's teeth grow in his mouth, snapping loud in front of Vox's screen when the hypnotic stare tries too obviously to catch his eye.

"You want to bite me? Here-" Vox's throat is suddenly right in his face, synthetic skin pressing against sharp dripping fangs. The hold feels suspiciously like a hug, cradling the back of Valentino's head as he tucks him into the crook of his neck, offering to let him bite and rip. "-bite. I don't give a fuck if we're fighting. Scream. Cuss me out. Hit me. Level this goddamn tower to a parking lot, Valentino I. Don't. Care. But you will fucking come home when I call you."

And fuck if that horrible- pathetic- declaration doesn't have Valentino's hips rolling up against Vox's leg where it pins him between his legs and takes the invitation to break skin under his teeth. "You miss me that bad, Papi?"

Vox's groan is miserable and angry, the cables writhing and tightening around Valentino's limbs, but he grinds his own aggression-hardened cock down to meet his partner's rolling. "You're not supposed to stay gone."

Electricity crawls across his skin as he lets go of Valentino's neck fluff to forcefully lace their hands together. The moth retaliates against the shocks by moving to the TV demon's shoulder and sinking his teeth in there too. Their hips slot together, rocking their cocks against each other, Valentino's pink-tinged slick dampening the panties under his short dress and the front of Vox's slacks. Finally back in step with their dance.

"We have a goddamn deal, Val." The surging electricity burns them both, smoke wafting off Valentino's fur and from Vox's overloaded processors. Burns down their arms, raising lighting-shaped marks to their joined hands where rings manifest around their fingers, the delicate chain joining them unseen between their clasped palms. "We don't leave each other. You don't leave me."

Valentino laughs bratty and condescending, breathing more red into the air around them, "Maybe if you reminded me more often why I shouldn't then I wouldn't have to take a two-week vacation fucking and getting fucked like I deserve. You've not really been acting like my prince have you? I thought I was supposed to be your Princesa?"

The eyes watching him from all over the room spark and glare and threaten to drip digital tears. His poor, hopeless little Voxxy. His ingrained 1950s ego was too fragile to even insinuate he wasn't doing enough, wasn't The Man, wasn't the steadfast and proper provider. That he was failing as a lover. Vox's screen flashes lines of rainbow before going blue, white text typing out frantically

Mine. Mine minemiN3youucaN'+1eavemme3y0u're MmineCaNT13avemem1n3on1ymine

Vox tears through his fishnets and raises bloody lines on his thigh as he pulls Valentino's leg up to hook over his hip. The cables tighten and yank sharply, taking them down to the floor. He's not easy either when he goes up under the tight little skirt, blindly slitting the soaked panties straight down the middle, not minding whether or not he nicks his partner. The grinding, insectoid hiss tells him he must have and the thick cherry scent of Valentino's pheromones flooding the air tells him he liked it.

Finally, some attention. The moth rolls his hips against the sharp points making them slide and rub over his cunt, teasing himself as an obscene gush of candy pink slick coats the media overlord’s fingers and drips down his wrist. "Come on, Papi. I'm yours? Show me."

Vox's digital face loads back in sharp and snarling, bringing the fingers to his mouth, licking his fingers clean before grabbing Valentino by the jaw and spitting it back into his panting mouth "You taste like a whore, Princess."

He snaps his belt at the buckle, not bothering to try and undo it before tearing his zipper down. He doesn't tease or let his tip kiss up sweet and slow like he has for decades when they come back together and he's winning his princess back. The push is sharp and faster than either of them are ready for, fucking like they fought, full of snapping teeth and cutting claws. The media overlord is ruthless, thrusting hard enough that they slide across the floor. Valentino tears a bloody wrist out of the wires to press above them to keep his head from knocking against the wall, stilettos slipping loudly as he digs his heels into the polished floor trying to give just as good as he got.

"I'm going to kill every worthless nobody you let touch you." His voice crackles over the wet sound of driving himself into the moth's cunt, "Your pussy is mine. I don't give a fuck who you let suck you off or how many whores you stick your dick in. But this-" Two fingers slip in beside his cock, "is mine. Nobody else fucks you. I'm going to start hanging them flayed in the streets, do you understand me?"

Long tongue swiping at the drool and blood painting his lips Valentino arches up with a chuckling moan, gushing and dripping around Vox's cock. "Mmhm, medieval. My Prince knows how to make my heart flutter."

"Maybe I'm done being a prince." Vox leans all his weight into the hand laced with Valentino's with a static rumble, hilting hard until he can see the outline of himself through Valentino's belly with each deep stroke, "Maybe I need to be a dragon and keep my princess in his tower where he belongs. Keep you tied up in silks and jewelry until I get home and I can show you you're mine over and over and over. How many times do you think I would have to write 'mine' with my tongue inside you before you came?"

"Oh fuck- Vox"

"If that doesn't work I'm sure I can make a lock strong enough. Whatever it takes. What about this Val? Would this keep you?” There’s a whirr and a vibration pulses from his cock.

Valentino wails, hand leaving the wall and flying to the vibrating bump buried in his guts, feeling like it was jarring down to his bones and he gushes. “Vox Vo- Papi, please fuck”

“Say you’re mine, Val.” Vox growls, hips snapping faster, the hand tucked in beside his cock slipping out to hold him by the neck. “Tell me you know you’re mine.”

“Yours, Vox. Ah-always yours- only yours”

He pulls Valentino into a kiss by the throat, and they rut like that, rocking and shouting around each other’s tongue until the vibrations pushed them over the cathartic edge of orgasm.

The cables don’t loosen. Vox’s body doesn’t return to form.

“Val.” Static laced lips rub softly across the moth’s “If you ever leave me like that again I’m dragging you back to this tower and I’m chaining you to it.”

Valentino only laughs, long tongue dragging across the screen. “Wear the dragon attachment and it’s a date.”

#staticmoth #voxval #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #yall hungry? I'm hungry #the dragon thing has been knocking around in my head and I had to get it out #quick little dibble dabble drabble #they’re horrible #but oh so fun

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I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

synopsis: when ayato’s flight home to visit his family for christmas is cancelled because of a snow storm, he’s stuck at his apartment with you, his best friend and roommate. forced to spend christmas together, it leads to unexpected confessions and newfound love

characters: ayato x gn!reader

wc: 3.3k

warnings: modern!au, fluff, best friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, mutual pining, a few cuss words, uses prompts 3 and 9 from the collab list

notes: this fic is a part of @dustofthedailylife ‘s winter wonderland collab! i’m not the best at writing strictly fluff, so hopefully this turned out alright. if you enjoy this fic, definitely consider checking out everyone else’s amazing works in this collab! i’m so glad i got to be a part of it, thank you, dust <3

The loud slamming of the front door to your apartment was the last thing you were expecting to hear on the night of Christmas Eve. Well, that and the sound of your best friend (and roommate) entering the door with a bunch of curses flying left and right out of his mouth.

In an instant, you were on your feet, turning the corner to find Ayato, standing in the doorway absolutely and utterly soaked from head to toe in his black trench coat and sleek suit underneath. If he didn’t look so furious, you probably would have laughed. That, and you were concerned as to why he was even home in the first place. Not even an hour ago was he supposed to be on his flight back home to his sister to spend Christmas with her. Yet, here he was, dripping icy water onto the floor of your shared apartment.

“Ayato?” you called out, a twinge of concern in your voice, “How come you’re home? I thought you should already be on your way back home to Ayaka?”

The tall male grumbled under his breath as he patted his hands against his coat before sliding off his gloves and slicking back his wet hair. Only now could he finally look at you, “Yes, I was supposed to be on a flight, but those goddamn incompetent pilots couldn’t bear a little cold wind. Now I’m here.”

As if on cue, a strong gust of wind seemed to pound against the windows of your shared apartment. While they were normally crystal clear, the glass now seemed icy with frost and you could barely see the other buildings around you. Hell, you couldn’t even the rest of the city.

“A little icy wind?” you scoffed, “Ayato, that’s a full blown snow storm. I guess we’re stuck here until it blows over, not that I was planning to leave anyway.”

Ayato let out a dejected sigh and shook his coat off his body, folding it gently over his arm. You watched as his light blue hair fell forward onto his face again and onto his eyes. You stepped forward, your hands instinctively moving up and gently moving it to the side of his face as he spoke again, more calmly this time as he melted into your touch, “I suppose so. All the flights got cancelled, so I guess I’ll be spending Christmas here.”

Your eyes met his again and you snorted, “Jeez, don’t sound so disappointed. At least you’ll have me here.”

For the first time tonight, the corners of Ayato’s lips pulled upward as he gazed down at you, “Ugh, don’t remind me.” Your mouth gaped open at his teasing, your hand reaching up to playfully punch his shoulder. Ayato couldn’t help but laugh loudly as he gathered his things and walked down the hall to his room.

“I’m going to go take a hot shower, don’t miss me too much,” he called out, the same teasing tone in his voice.

You scoffed as he shut the door. In moments like these, you couldn’t tell if you were happy or regretful you became roommates with him all those years ago. You had been best friends forever, and once time for college hit, you both decided to move in together. It was expensive to live on your own and Ayato was kind enough to offer you move in with him in his fancy new apartment. But even now, years later, here you were, still living with him. Unknowingly, you had both told yourselves the same lie: it was convenient. Though, deep down, you both knew that wasn’t the real reason why you continued to live together.

Best friends was all you guys ever labeled yourself as. Ayaka always made snide comments whenever she was with the two of you, Yoimiya was always giggling, and even Thoma sometimes joined in on the teasing. And it certainly did not help when the kind old lady at the grocery store always asked when the wedding was going to happen, or the way your landlord would comment on how you guys always acted like a married couple. And as smooth and nonchalant as Ayato was, even he got flustered by the comments. Sometimes, though, you wished you could just be together. If only Ayato held the same feelings, you thought.

Shit, when had you fallen so in love with him?

The sound of footsteps padding down the hall interrupted your thoughts as you sat on the couch, zoned out thinking of your best friend. When he turned the corner and into the living area, you noticed his hair was all wet and he was now dressed in a baggy purple and black sweatshirt with the logo of Inazuma University, the school you both attended, alongside a pair of black sweatpants. What a rare sight, you thought. Normally, he was so professional it was like he could never be caught dead wearing anything informal or casual.

Although you found him to be quite attractive like this, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. He frowned at the sound, “May I ask what’s so funny?”

Your hands waved him off as you sighed beneath your small smile, insisting it was nothing. Although he wanted to press further as to why you were laughing, Ayato didn’t say anything more. Instead, he opted to sit next to you and slump against the comfortable pillows of the couch while shutting his eyes.

You frowned before asking if he was alright. The blue haired boy waved you off, just as you had done moments ago, before sighing, “I’m just a little stressed. I’m not sure what to do about Ayaka now.”

You hummed in understanding, “Have you called her yet?” He nodded in response.

“She said it was fine and not to worry about it, but I don’t know. I suppose there’s always New Years.”

Your hand reached out to his shoulder, “Don’t worry, Ayato. Ayaka is going to be fine, you should really listen to her sometimes. And just like you said, there’s always New Years and other holidays too. I’m sure it’ll all work out.”

Ayato nodded, his eyes still shut, “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

A few seconds of silence had passed before either one of you spoke up again, only the sound of the crackling fireplace and icy wind pounding against the window filled the space. Your eyes drifted to your hands that had been clasped together as they lay upon your lap, desperately thinking of ideas.

“You know what might cheer you up?” you spoke softly, careful to not disrupt him in case he wasn’t in the mood for your antics. Ayato’s eyes flickered open and met yours as a confused expression made its way to his face, “What?”

“Baking?” the proposal fell meekly from your lips.

Ayato sighed and shut his eyes again at the suggestion. You got up in an instant. One of your hands pulled at his, “C’mon! I know you don’t like it, but you never know, it might lift your mood? Do it for me at least?”

Ayato’s eyes slowly opened as you held tightly onto his cold hand and plead for him to join you in your silly baking ideas. But oh well, it was Christmas Eve and Ayato really did have nothing better to do. And besides, who was he to say no to you?

“Okay,” he whispered.

An hour later, the both of you were standing in the kitchen cleaning up the horrible mess you had made. It turns out, neither of you were very good at baking — even though it was just the boxed stuff. Eggs that had missed the bowl were on the counter, grains of sugar coated the floor, and there was flour drifting in the air. Yet, somehow, the box of brownies you had purchased at the store a few weeks ago was now cooking in the oven. How you managed to salvage it? You had no idea. The entire situation was almost comical.

Your hand moved in a circular motion against the tile counters in your kitchen, a sanitary wipe in your hand. Ayato was on the other side, broom in hand and his back to yours, sweeping away the flour that had now fallen to the floor.

“Ugh,” you groaned. The wipe you had been using had just filled up again. It was the third one you had used. How many more would it take to clean up these stupid eggs? “Hey, Ayato? Can you grab me another wipe?”

“Sure,” he said without turning around to face you. His hand grabbed another wipe out of the container as he turned around to face you, broom still in hand at his side. His blue eyes paused as they landed on your face.

Ayato squinted before silently laughing to himself and walking closer to you, cornering you against the kitchen counter. His hands let the broom fall against the counter to his left and his hand reached up to your face as a gentle smile pulled at his lips.

Your eyes widened at the lack of space between the two of you while your heart pound against your chest. The beating was so fast that you wondered if he could hear it. His blue eyes never left yours, though you couldn’t say the same about your wandering eyes. “Ayato?” you whispered, “Is something wrong?”

Ayato’s only response was a slight hum as his hand set itself against the side of your face, gently swiping his thumb back and forth as his eyes concentrated on your cheek. His lips were so close that, if he had moved any closer, they would have been on yours. Though, perhaps you wanted that.

As quick as he came, he was gone. Ayato pulled himself away from you and held out his other hand. The wipe you had asked for just moments ago was within it. Truthfully, you had forgotten all about it already. In fact, your heart was still beating rapidly against your chest.

“There we go,” your roommate spoke happily. His hands clapped against each other, grains of flour flying off of them. When his eyes met yours, his face contorted into one of fake confusion. You knew him well enough to know what he had been doing, “What’s wrong? It was only a bit flour on your face. As your best friend, it was my duty to remove it for you.”

Your jaw dropped, but before you could say anything, a loud whistling sound erupted into the air. The wipe in your hand was long forgotten as it fell to the counter behind you. Quickly, you moved to where the stove was, quickly grabbing out a pot holder from within the drawer next to the stove. In your moments of fluster, you had completely forgotten all about the hot water you began boiling for hot chocolate.

Ayato turned around and opened the cabinets behind him, pulling out two mugs and handing them to you. A fond smile made its way to your face once you realized they were your favorite ones. They were a gift from him the previous year, two matching mugs, one belonged to him and the other belonged to you. Of course he had picked those for tonight, you thought, so sentimental sometimes.

As soon as Ayato received his cup back, he grimaced as the hot liquid made contact with his mouth. “This is far too hot,” he complained. You only rolled your eyes and continued taking small sips out of yours. Ayato set his down and leaned against the counter as though he were thinking of something. Once his eyes glanced to the windows outside to the clock on the wall that read 8:10 PM, it was as though he finally remembered.

Your best friend’s eyes lit up and he pushed himself off the counter. “I almost forgot,” he announced as he walked off down the hall and to his bedroom. A few moments later, he called out again, “I got you a gift!”

Your eyes seemed to widen at his words, suddenly remembering that you, too, had also gotten him a gift. Setting your hot chocolate down next to his, you reached into one of the cupboards just outside the kitchen. It was your favorite hiding place for gifts, somewhere Ayato never seemed to check.

Walking over to the hall, you waited against the wall. A few moments later, Ayato had finally returned with two neatly wrapped boxes in his hand. Stopping next to you, he spoke, “So should we kiss right now or later?”

As if your heart hadn’t beat fast enough earlier, it was now furiously trying to escape you. You gawked at him as you tried desperately to say anything to him, but it was as though you no longer had any words left to say.

Ayato loudly cackled and pointed to the small piece of mistletoe above the two of you, “What? Didn’t you place the mistletoe here so you had an excuse to kiss me?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you furiously began defending yourself, “What? No! I didn’t— I mean, I…Ugh! I didn’t put here on purpose, I swear!”

“It’s okay to admit you wanted to kiss me, darling,” a devilish smile crossed his face as he stared down at you. In an instant, one hand balanced your present to Ayato as the other swiftly raised itself and playfully punched his chest.

“You know what? You can open your present tomorrow. I’m so sick of you,” you said, flustered at his flirtatious accusations. Seriously, what do you even say to that?

Pushing past him, you reentered the living area and bent down to set your presents to him under the tree. In your rush to escape your best friend and his antics, you had missed the way his eyebrows furrowed and smile seemed to turn into a frown in disappointment as you walked away from him. Opting not to say anything, Ayato followed silently behind you and bent down to place his presents under the tree as well.

Only a few seconds later, a faint musical tune rung out from the clock that hung against the wall near the kitchen signalling that it was 9:00 PM now. You sighed to yourself and thought for a moment before an idea popped into your head, “Do you want to watch a Christmas movie with me? I’m not really that tired.”

Ayato nodded and began grabbing some blankets and tossing them onto the couch. You hadn’t caught it, but a small sigh of relief fell from Ayato’s lips when you asked him about the movie. For a moment, he was worried he had upset you.

It was rather silly though. There had to be some chance that you returned his feelings…right? That’s what he thought anyway.

The movie you had chosen to put on was good, but man was it hard to focus on it with how cold it was. The fireplace below the TV was crackling with warmth, but it was no where near enough to satisfy the shivers in your hands or the trembling of Ayato’s lips. Even the blanket that was tightly wrapped around the two of you hadn’t been doing much.

Ayato glanced over at you, surprised to see you were just as cold as he was. In an instant, he was taking off his sweatshirt and holding it out to you. It was his favorite one. You were allowed to wear any one of his sweatshirts you wanted, but not this one. To see him offering it to you made you freeze in place, more than the cold did.

“No, I can’t take that,” you murmured, “it’s your favorite one. And besides, then you’ll be even more cold.”

Ayato laughed softly through his chattering teeth, “It’s fine, I’ll just go grab another one. Just- please…take this one.” You looked at it hesitantly for a moment, but he merely pushed it closer to you. As much as you didn’t want to take it, you knew if you didn’t, he’d probably just put it on you anyway. And so, you gently grabbed it and slid it over your head.

Before you knew it, Ayato had returned with another sweatshirt of his and a few more blankets from his room. There was a faint smile on his face at the sight of you wearing the sweatshirt, one you had barely noticed. Feeling much warmer, your focus returned to the movie, trying desperately to ignore the fact that Ayato was sitting much closer to you now. His arm was even wrapped around the back of the couch aligned with your shoulders.

But it hadn’t lasted long. Soon enough, his phone was ringing and he was standing up and heading into the hall. It’s Ayaka, he mouthed. You nodded and hoped that nothing was wrong. They talked for a few moments, but with the movie playing and Ayato now being further down the hall, you didn’t hear much from the conversation aside from a few words you couldn’t seem piece together coherently.

“Everything okay?” you asked when he came back.

“Yes, everything is fine. She just filled me in on some rearrangements for our plans and wished you and I a merry Christmas,” he spoke. You noticed the way he seemed less stressed now that everything was fixed. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little relieved yourself.

“You know?” Ayato began, ignoring the movie that was long since shoved to the background, “I think I’m happy there was a storm tonight.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I just mean, yes, I was upset at first. But, look what happened? Tonight was great and I’m really glad that I get to spend Christmas with you.”

Your mouth gaped open, “When did you get so sappy?”

Ayato laughed with you lightly giggling alongside him. But as your shared laughter died down, something shifted in his eyes, a more serious look if you had to describe it, “Have you seriously never noticed?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you cocked your head to the side. Leaning closer, you asked, “Huh? Noticed what?”

A small, but knowing smile graced Ayato’s face. Or perhaps it was a mischievous smile, you could never really tell with him. Maybe it was both. You watched as his eyes stared down at his hands. It had been a long time since you had witnessed Ayato express nervousness.

“That I’m in love with you,” he whispered softly. You almost didn’t catch it, but your heart felt like it stopped when you did. A shaky breath fell from your lips as your head tried to wrap itself around the fact that your roommate — no, your best friend of many, many years reciprocated your feelings with a warmth you never could have imagined. You couldn’t possibly think of what to say in return.

And so, you wordlessly moved your hand to gently grab onto his own, your fingers intertwined with one another. Your other hand moved hesitantly up to his face as you cupped his cheek. You inched closer to his face just as he had done to you in the kitchen just hours ago. Only this time, your lips actually touched.

Ayato smiled into the kiss before he pulled away, his eyes searching within yours. His vulnerability had only lasted for a few seconds before his mischievous and arrogant personality had returned with that smirk you loved so much etched back onto his face, “So, I’ll take that as you return my feelings then?”

You grinned at his words as you mocked his words from earlier, “Have you seriously never noticed?”

Ayato playfully smiled as he ignored your mockery and pulled you gently toward him while he leaned back, your hands still intertwined. Eventually, you were laying partially on him with the other half of your body on the couch and your head against his chest. His arms were wrapped warmly around you with the addition of several blankets covering the both of you. As much as he wanted to, Ayato couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

“I love you,” he whispered as his eyes drooped shut.

“I love you too.”

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