#and he has no fucking clue about it. mmm that's the good shit
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Distractions - Rafe Cameron One Shot +18
Minor DNI
Frat!Rafe x Female Reader
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Warnings: SMUT, language, name-calling, drinking
Tiddie fucking, pet names (baby girl, rafey, baby), choking, spitting, tit slapping, cum play, degradation, Rafe is distracted, reader teases Rafe
✨Lightly edited✨
Rafe’s POV:
Four years and not a single loss, and here I stand, three cups away from defeat because I can’t stop staring at her fuckin’ tits.
“For fuck sake, Cameron. Can you-”
“Focus, Top? I am.” I snip in frustration as her friend hugs her from the side, pushing her breasts together. I swallow hard, trying my best to concentrate in the same breath as my defense. It's useless. Her body was made for sex. Made for me. Look at those fucking tits. She's mine. Sex... All the fucking time. Whenever I want. Just gotta get her alone.
“You're a mess,” Topper chuckles as he pulls yet another SOLO cup off the rack, lifting it to his lips
She lofts the ball, landing it in the front cup. Kill me now. Her tits move with her, bouncing as she celebrates with her sorority sister, blissfully unaware of the anguish she’s putting me through as well as the pressure of the hard-on in my jeans.
One of my frat brothers walks by, resting a hand on the small of her back. She looks over her shoulder; his gaze drifting from her cleavage to her eyes. She smiles brightly as he feeds her some bullshit line. “Time out!” I boom from across the table, pulling her attention back to me.
Top turns to face me, but I swerve around him, working my way to the other end as her doe eyes match mine, widening as they stare up at me. “You okay, Rafe?” She asks sweetly; her lashes flutter innocently, back slightly arched. The muscles in my body tighten as I hold back my primal urges to gawk. I scrunch my nose and suck my teeth in annoyance. “Rafe?”
“Uh yeah,” I breathe as I lean in a little closer. “You gotta stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Sure,” I sneer. “You have any clue how distracting you are? It's driving me insane.” She nibbles at her plump bottom lip, biting back a smile. “Wait… You do? Don't you?”
“M’sorry,” she sighs in a pouty voice, not a single ounce of actually “sorry” in her sorry.
“After we win, you're comin’ with me.”
“To do what?” She giggles as she steps a little closer.
“Like you don't know,” I chuckle breathily. “Someone needs to teach you a lesson. Nobody teases me. And, I don't fuckin’ lose.” She cocks an eyebrow at me, challenging me with her gaze.
“Looks like you're about to lose, Rafey,” she taunts as she nods to the table.
“Easy, princess-”
“Hey, uhh, we good?” Topper cuts in.
“Yeah, Top. We're great,” I smile, never losing eye contact with her. My frat brother walks by again, surveying the scene, giving me the perfect opportunity to stake my claim. I clear the void, pulling her lips to mine. Fuck, she’s sweet. She grabs my shirt, twisting it in her fingers, pulling me even closer. Her boobs press against my chest; the feeling alone making me want to end it all. “You're mine when we're done. Clear?” I mumble against her lips, making her smile again.
“You're cocky,” she breathes.
“M’cocky now. Huh?”
“I love it,” she sighs.
“Mmm… mine. You're mine. A’ight?”
I guide her back to her side before walking away. Rubbing a shit-eating grin off my lips, I do my best to get my head back in the game. I'm having her regardless… This is just foreplay for me.
She smiles at me from across the table, gloss-lipped and stunning, her hair freshly tossed to the side. Her cheeks blush as I give her a little wink. And, just like that, the tables have turned. She wets her ball, flicking off the water, aiming as her tongue pokes out in concentration. She hurls it too far, hitting me in the thigh, making me wince in fake pain. She rolls her eyes and scoffs, her already pink cheeks reddening further.
I lift my finger, tapping on my temple. “I'm in your head,” I mouth through a smile. She shakes her head ‘no’, crossing her arms across her chest. Fuck me. Her tits practically spill out of the top of her little party dress, an obscene amount of cleavage, derailing my focus yet again. Her eyes fall, trailing my fixation, landing on her breasts as well, making me swallow hard. Her lashes flick to mine, fully aware of just what part of her was truly that distracting that I had to pause the game.
“Am I’m in yours, Rafey?” She mouths in retort as she drops her hands, resting her palms against the table, leaning in as her eyes stay zeroed in on mine.
“Holy shit,” Topper mumbles, falling victim to her tactics as well.
“For fuck sake, Top-”
“Can you focus,” he finishes my sentence; roles reversed. “Yeah… Yeah. Have fun with her, buddy.”
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“Goddamn, baby,” I groan as I cup as much of her tits as I can get in my hands, squeezing them tight. She reaches down, looping her tiny fingers around the string of her thong. “Stop,” I smile. This round’s about me. It ain't about you. You lost. I won… I get my prize, and I'm fuckin’ your tits.”
“Rafe-”
“Shut up,” I chuckle teasingly. “Shut. Up. This is a lesson. A’ight. M’teaching you a lesson. And, later, when I got you cryin’ and whinin’ for my dick,” I groan as I draw my boxer off my body. “I might let you bounce on it.”
“Rafey, please…”
“Nobody teases me, y/n,” I smile as I tuck some hair behind her ear.
My lips lock with hers as I lift her off her feet and into my arms, gripping her round ass in my hands, feeling as she grinds her needy pussy into me. The soaked material wets my warm skin, teasing me further.
Tits now… Pussy later.
🩷 Y/N’s POV:
Rafe tosses you down onto the bed, boobs bouncing on impact as he licks his lips hungrily. “M’so wet, Rafe. Please,” you whimper as your fingers wrap around his rock-hard cock, tracing all nine inches to his fat head. His ab muscles flex tightly as you run your finger across his tip, collecting his precum before bringing it between your lips.
“Trust me,” Rafe smiles as he reaches over to his nightstand, snagging out some lube, “I felt that pussy, princess. You're a mess. Shame you were such a cock-tease. Hmm? Teasin’ me with these-” Rafe’s massive hands palm your tits, pushing them together before gliding his ruddy cock in between. His eyes roll back in his skull, practically growling at the sensation. Rafe sits down on top of you, crushing you with his weight. He lets out a sigh of relief, like that's all he wanted.
His parted lips curl into a smile as he watches you crank your neck, tongue snaking around his swollen cock head. “Fuck. You’re a little slut, f’me. Aren't you?”
“I am, Rafe. Holy shit,” you whimper as you cup your tits, pressing them together for him.
"You look so good... Oh my god," he moans as he draws out, quickly pushing himself back in. "Perfect tits. Fuck, baby girl," Rafe hails as he starts to roll his body; his aching tip popping through your cleavage each time, glistening with lube.
"You're so big," you whisper, making a smirk play on his parted lips. "I could make you feel so good.”
“Got no doubt about that,” he rasps, thrusting into you at the perfect pace, making you envious of your own boobs.
"Fuck, Rafe!" You whine as he gives you a show, his long cock gliding in and out again and again, making your cunt throb.
"You're gonna bounce on me later. Yeah? Grind you pretty little pussy while I suck on your tits." He slaps your breast, making you squeal.
"Y-Yes, daddy," you stammer. He smacks your other tit making your pussy clench around nothing as he continues to stroke.
Your thighs squeeze together, the visual stimulation enough to get you there as you watch Rafe use your body like a toy. You feel heat growing in your stomach as your thighs begin to shake.
He snatches your wrist, forcing it lower. “Play with your pussy, baby. I know you wanna.” You drop your legs to the mattress, splaying your thighs as you push your panties to the side; fingers rolling on your clit, making you moan. You grip your tit with one hand, Rafe clutching the other as he picks up speed, your body embarrassingly close to cumming already.
Rafe’s other hand comes around your throat squeezing tightly, making your eyes widen, sending you over the edge. "Oh fuck, Rafe!" You cry out, pussy fluttering wildly.
"Jesus.” He lets out a wicked laugh. “All from watching me. Huh? That’s some whore shit right there. Fuck. You look even prettier when you cum," he moans as his thrusts get messy. “Open your mouth, slut. Swallow it all. Yeah?”
You flatten your tongue as Rafe rises up on his knees, towering over you as he fists his cock fast. His eyes strain to stay open as he cums on your breasts and neck, your chin, up to your open mouth. You swallow what you're given, running your middle finger along your chin as Rafe tries to steady his breathing, sucking your digit clean, making him smile.
He grips your boobs in his large hands again, swirling his tongue on your soft skin, circling your nipples, licking a line through your cleavage, cleaning his mess before spitting it in your mouth. You swallow again as his beautiful blue eyes stare into yours. Rafe kisses you deeply, tongue reeling; the sweetness of his lips paired with his salty cum.
Rafe rolls you on top of him, rough fingers trailing down your spine as a smile stretches on his lips. “Lesson learned, princess?” He mumbles between kisses.
“No…” You sigh before sucking off his bottom lip nice and slow.
“No?” He chuckles.
“Guess you're just gonna have to try again.”
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gonna put my random liveblog reactions for Ahsoka Ep 1 here
okay so the rebels fam are literally some of my favorite star wars characters i've loved and missed them since 2018 and if anything this show will give me them
i am going with zero expectations except a plea, a plea to just not make me hate it lmao idc what happens just let me have fun
just press the start button coward ass come ON
okay i'm startiiiing Now!
oooh they didn't name it interesting
kk cool drums that's neat we like that
whoa was that sabine's helmet in the intro????
OPENING TITLE SCROLL?????
WE REALLY LIKE THAT????????
y'all the new republic's about as stable as a human jenga tower don't u have anything better to do than find thrawn i'm p sure even the imperials didn't like him THAT much they were xenophobes
former jedi knight? HMMMM
why is it always a secret map
also appreciating the OG "let's open up on big ass ship in space" makes you feel small
ok have i heard this new republic(?) captain actor before he seems familiar
bitch literally anyone could have an old jedi clearance code clearance codes were passed around like
yeah he doesn't trust it either
but i feel like he's actually dickish and we're not supposed to like him so
ah yes rebel soldiers and their stupid-ass egg helmets
wait old white bearded guy you ain't obi wan you AIN'T a jedi
his voice sounds familiar too
i have such face blindness lmao
oh whoops that's a darkside saber his friend has!
she kinda looks like Merrin from JFO
Eh probs some kinda Nightsister of sorts
I'm guessing he's some Inquisitor who got forgotten
Hmm we really paralleling ANH with darkside guy slaughtering all the egghelmet guys on a ship xD
Ok his name is Baylan
And hers is Morgan and the intro crawl mentioned her but my memory is shit so I don't quite remember what she was about except vague Thrawn-related reasons
ooooh name drop!
aaaaaAAAAA RIGHT IN THE EMOTIONS NOOO NO THE AHSOKA AND ANAKIN LEITMOTIFF TWILIGHT OF THE APPRENTICE THEME
ok i'm good lol
ohh wait so there IS a title
master and apprentice
alas it seems like the thing i didn't want is gonna happen but we are staying OPEN MINDED we are going to SEE
ok lots of tall pillars in what looks like another fuckin desert lmao
ey there's Snips
something on the ground? That kinda looks Sith-ish but also I have like no clue
hmm did they kinda fix her montrals or not i can't tell
Ehhhhh slightly
eyyyy wait are those the world-between-worlds lines
the statues kinda look like nightsisters but also like old sith statues
mmm caress the whispering pillar
ok indiana jones time to get your ass out of there before the booby trap
what am i saying she's anakin and obi wan's spawn she LIKES this shit
oh hey she made something happen
i feel like all of these pillars should have been turned at once
the force likes teamwork and that kinda thing
but it also kinda echoes maul and ezra's little teamwork exercise lifting those walls in the sith temple that one time
ope she found something
guessing it's the Magic Maul Map
ooh it's one of those bakugon balls or whatever they were we played with as a kid i had one that turned into a dragon
H U Y A N G
SHOW ME MY ROBOBITCH
armor person hello
what's the mask that's not a mando is it
nah i don't think it is
nah
is it a person in armor or a droid i can't tell
oh subs say droids they're droids
you poor bastards curbstomping droids was her high school internship job she is WAY more qualified than you
wasn't quite expecting ahsoka to play whackamole but good for her that sounds fun
oh hell yeah we stan the droids that self destruct xD
waiiiit yeah i forgot she had a B-wing they're cool!
STILL LOVE ME HUYANG
ahsoka there was NO way you didn't wait till the last moment to jump away from that explosion except to be dramatic
"the order doesn't exist anymore" you shush missy we KNOW you know who luke is he's trying his best
ahsoka lbr do you even know what standard jedi protocol is
Fulcruuuuum
DAMN FUCKING RIGHT HUYANG IS FULCRUM HE DESERVES IT
also he looks so good in live action i forgot to mention that!!!!! <3
"T-6" girl u need to name your SHIP anakin would be APPALLED
well if that's the same ship with the darksiders on at least
h3ERA
HERA
HERA HERA HERA
HERA MY BELOVED
wHERES CHOPPER
WHERES CJASON JACEN WHATEVERTHE FUCK
H E RA
oh right this is mary elizabeth winstead oh boy i hope she does well!
i wonder if ewan was there
aNYWAY HERA
ok unpausing sorry had a Moment
General
Ok so the voices aren't quite matching but we'll see
ooooh hera has a patch on her jacket let's go back to that later
"abilities like you" hera kanan told you what darksiders were like inquisitors tried to kill y'all
she has sabines firebird on her jacket
don't mention thrawn around hera she'll just think of ezra ;_;
oh so morgan was thrawn's
EZRA NAME MENTION
GONNA DIE
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
ok this is nothing on mary's performance she's doing fine but hera's dialogue doesn't quiiiite seem her? we'll see
oh yeah and rosario's doing better this time more natural
IT’S LOTHAL LOTHAL LIVE ACTION LOTHAAAAAAAAL
ITS BEAUTIFUL SO SO BEAUTIFUL
wait who's speaking
THEY SAID EZRA AGAI
THAT'S FUCKING RYDER
RYDER AZADI HELLO YOU WONDERFUL BASTARD YOU LOOK GREAT
Hi Clancy Brown good to see you do you know you have an evil Devaronian twin who's running around bothering Din Djarin as we speak
well at least sabine still hates politics
my dude ryder you know her tf did she say to make you think she was coming at all lol
WAIT JAI
JAI KELL HELLO EZRA'S EX BOYFRIEND
YOU'RE SO HANDSOME MY BOY ALL GROWN UP WONDERFUL
wait ryderrrr c'mon don't be a dick again you were so well
OH HELLO GWEN STACY SPIDERVERSE VIBES
not quiiiiite liking how sabine grew her gay haircut out in this but still digging the bike fit
also hello Natasha good luck pls treat my dear well i love her greatly!!!
hmmm not sure how much i like other non-OG ghost crew giving themselves Spectre callsigns yes i AM being gatekeepy fuck off
good sabine is running from authorities we do love that
hey her voice kinda matches that's great!
oh i'm liking her acting already
i think
SHE HAS A LOTH CAT ON HER HELMET
that's my GIRL
also it's very interesting how the pilots call each other by their spectre callsigns but address sabine--an ORIGINAL spectre--exclusively by name
lothkitty LOTHCAT
LITHCAT WITH THE FOOOOOFYTAIL AND LITTLE SPINDLE LEGS
im gonna DIE
it's so cute i can't even
also getting Emotions(TM) at ezra's old tower
hmm you think sabine has depression
FUCK OFF WITH THAT SABINE SEES EZRA MUSICAL CALLBACK
oh hey hey it's his original message to theeeeem
wait shit yeah it's the new one just to her
ooh it's eman! i can't see his faaaaace expressions but the voice sounds similar? like it seems like he's tryna match taylor's way of speaking good for him
ok yes but ezra is a jedi show pretty please for me don't go there with sabine
ok ok that's enough complaining from me lmao
ACTUALLY NO WAIT ONE MORE *inhales*
i would prefer sabine and ezra to stay platonic friends. no hate to shippers but i just personally would like them to be friends/siblings, that's what would make me happiest because i like to imagine sabine as a lesbian and also their dynamic as friends/siblings just makes me happy
but shippers are of course still welcome here and if they do become a couple i won't begrudge you your fun :')
ok ok ok ok ok NOW i'm done lmao
back to Best Boy sorry bby you were speaking and i interrupted you <3
oh hey hey he did say sister! i'd like that!!!
but also ezra when tf did you have the time to record those both weren't u a bit busy planning the attack on lothal
oh it's darkside goth girl
nice smoky eye
oh wait fuck she's got a PADAWAN BRAID
heyyyyyy i was RIGHT about the temple statues looking like nightsisters!
but wrong about darkside goth girl being one then tho
well masked emo fucker following bryan or whatever his name is is probs an inquisitor
wait wait wait does MORGAN have gold eyes?
ooooooo
oh no wait darkside apprentice has gold eyes again
ugh okay so we ARE getting force sensitive sabine then
alright fine i'll make my peace with it this episode
even though it makes no SENSE
no no pe not going there we are going to have FUN
aaaaa repeating ezra's final dialogue from the rebels finale ;_;
love the mirroring shots to rebels ep 1 RIGHT DOWN TO SABINE WEARING EZRA'S ORANGE
ahsoka and anakin leitmotiff coming back hmmm
oh wait fuck i think ezra drew those lothcats oof ;_;
ok good good we going back to sabine being the rightful art expert in the gffa take second place and DUNK urself thrawn
ok i get they're tryna make them ex master and apprentice but imma say it. imma SAY IT
ahsoka and sabine give awkward exes vibes
BIG awkward exes vibes
m a s t e r
you both know damn well she's gonna take it anyway or at least try who are y'all even kidding urselves
oooh surprise surprise the darksider are former jedi-associated
oh right his name's baylan not bryan
WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED
oh there's goth darkside girl
if anyone hurts sabine's cat i will kill the entire world and then myself
i swEAR TO GOD
WHY DOES THE SHOW KEEP MAKING AHSOKA AND SABINE SEEM LIKE ANGRY EXES LMAOOOO
COME ON
ahsoka ur being emo so hera is allowed to make a dig at anakin
hera you're trying your best girl lmao
it's always rule of three it seems
kinda gives me that mortis trinity vibe
this reminds me of the time i got one of those 3D puzzles from barnes and noble and i was supposed to take it apart and put it back together and failed utterly
ope she did it!
again if someone even TOUCHES that fucking cat wrong i go full john wick
bitch NO SHOOTING NEAR THE CAT
ope they smashed the map
ahsoka my dude i'm guessing you know where sabine lives why didn't u just go find her lmao
wait does sabine have ezra's green lightsaber i can't tell from the hilt because i'm shit at recognizing hilts
i can't even appreciate the duel because i am admittedly pouting but they are both very pretty at least
sabine how r u not getting ur hair chopped off
oh fuck she got stabbed?
maybe shoulda worn ur mando armor
oh and she's still MOVING
oh nope there she goes
oh wait who's Ray? :(
okay
okay okay okay
dave my dude.........
okay so i am going to take some time like a few minutes or so
and process this sabine thing
like if i cannot find a way to come to fucking terms with it i will not be able to enjoy this series
ik ik that sounds dramatic i'm just
hmm ok five minutes
#sw the ahsoka show#ahsoka#sw ahsoka#ahsoka show#liveblogging the ahsoka show#star wars#ahsoka tano#sabine wren#sw spoilers#ezra bridger#ahsoka spoilers
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Happy Birthday Newt!
@dont-offend-the-bees Inspired by your current love of Lockwood & Co., and your old love of DGHDA, here is “the two members who consider themselves the ‘sensible ones’ of their respective polycules complain to each other about their respective Disaster Boyfriends.” XD It’s at least ghost-hunting adjacent, as per what you said before? XD Anyway, enjoy!
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“So. . .has yours ever come home and tried to hide the fact that he was ‘lightly stabbed?’”
“Not yet, but I would not be surprised if he did,” Todd replied, rolling his eyes. “Dirk is – not good with his own personal safety, let’s put it that way. He tries to blame the holistic stuff – ‘if the universe says I’m going to get hurt, Todd, there’s not much I can do about it’ – but I know it’s because he just doesn’t think about the consequences of his actions. Like, ever.”
“Yeah, Lockwood is definitely the same way,” Lucy said with a long-suffering sigh. “He’s always ‘rush in now, ask questions later.’ Which drives poor George mad.” She shook her head. “Poor fellow is always neck-deep in his research and Lockwood – well, he doesn’t actually ignore it, but he doesn’t listen to him as much as he could.”
“Yeah, I bet he doesn’t. . .I wonder if that’s how Mike feels sometimes,” Todd mused, taking a biscuit from the offered tin. “Thanks. . .he’s really into looking up all the weird phenomena we get tangled up in. Mostly because he’s always hoping it’s actually aliens, but still.” Todd dunked his biscuit in his coffee. “Dude works his butt off to get us as much information on the latest round of bullshit as possible. . .only for Dirk to ignore it because ‘I’m a detective who doesn’t look for clues, why would I do research?’”
“Mmm. . .admittedly, your ‘holistic’ bullshit seems rather different from our ghostly variation,” Lucy pointed out, taking a biscuit for herself. “Hopefully the boys don’t notice the change in the rotation. . .anyway, I thought the whole point of it is that it’s all coincidences and lucky breaks and bizarre accidents.”
“Yeah, but you can still write stuff down about it,” Todd responded through a mouthful of biscuit. He chewed and swallowed at her look. “Sorry. . .it’s not like people don’t do books on ESP and psychic readings and–”
“Isn’t Dirk very firm on the fact that he’s not psychic?”
Todd waggled a hand. “I think that’s more he doesn’t want anyone thinking he can see the future or predict shit on command. Like Blackwing thought he could.” He swirled his coffee, face hard. “He doesn’t talk much about what went down there. . .but I know it involved them calling him stupid a lot. And paintballing him in the face for some fucking reason.”
Lucy winced. “Right. I wouldn’t call myself psychic either if that’s what it meant.”
“Exactly. . .but he can still figure out shit that nobody else can, get these weird-ass hints from the universe that only he can piece together, so. . .” Todd sighed. “I dunno how to describe it, honestly. ‘Holistic’ fits as well as anything.”
“Yeah. What surprises me about it is that he’s still got whatever it is,” Lucy admitted, dunking her own biscuit. “The Talent. . .it doesn’t last long past a person’s twentieth birthday. And while I wasn’t happy about having it before – we’ve really started making a difference in people’s lives. And. . .” She sighed, taking a chomp of her soaked cookie. “I don’t know. It’s a dangerous life, but – someone’s got to do it.”
“Yeah, we all kind of feel that way about our stuff too.” Todd scowled. “Though we’re all in our thirties, not our fucking teens. Your ‘Talent’ is just one more thing I’m adding to the list of ‘shit I’d like to punch the universe in the face for.”
Lucy laughed. “If you ever figure out how, let me know. I’ve got my share of grievances.”
“No problem. Now – Lockwood ever accidentally set a house on fire while stealing a dog?”
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#Happy Birthday#dontoffendthebees#fanfic#lockwood and co#dirk gently#otherwise known as 'Lucy and Todd don't know what to do about disaster boyfriends'#also there is a touch of feels#based heavily on the fanfics you've done of the Lockwood trio#I don't have Netflix so I'm relying on fandom osmosis from you to get this right#hopefully Lucy sounds at least a little like herself#just after seeing all those posts about Lockwood#and your fic where he was 'lightly stabbed'#yeah this entered my head and wouldn't leave XD#Lucy deserves someone else to bitch about disaster boyfriends with XD#queued
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I'm SO CLOSE to finishing this thing (53k and only three or so loose paragraphs left to connect ;_______; pray 4 me), so here have a little snippet from my tfgraves WIP; this is the first kiss after they've both agreed they're doing it but get caught up in some very silly pussyfooting first lol
Hell, if we’re doin’ this we oughta be doin’ it; ain’t no point in beating around the bush here.
“Okay, then, c’mere already.” I curl my fingers into the lapels of his shirt and pull him in the last few inches, our mouths glancing past each other and missing the mark a little on the first try. We both chuckle breathlessly for a moment before T.F. cradles the back of my neck in his hand and guides my head to a better angle.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, just — okay, let’s try that again, ” he says, laughter still warm on his voice, and then he’s moving in, except I am too at the exact same moment and we sorta gently bounce off each other instead of meeting in the middle.
T.F. has to lean his forehead against my shoulder until the giggles let him go, while I flop limply back against the wall, boneless with mirth as well. Finally, once we’ve got half a breath between us again, Tobias moves to rest his forehead against mine, our noses pressed together. His brown eyes are bright and soft with amusement.
“I’d suggest we count down to it, but we’d inevitably end up with at least one ‘wait, on three or after three’ diversion before we got anywhere,” he muses.
“Three,” I say nonsensically on a breath, winding my arms around him and tilting my head the last few degrees needed until I can reach his smiling mouth with mine.
Well, third time’s the charm, huh.
#tf x graves#league of legends#god I love writing graves pov he's just so dumb and in love the whole time lol#and he has no fucking clue about it. mmm that's the good shit
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Welcome Home // Daniel Seavey *SMUT*
A/N: so this is one of my first times writing smut so I apologise if my virgin ass makes this shit.
Warnings: +18 smut
Y/N's pov:
So since it's quarantine it's been months since I've seen Daniel, we've been going strong since we were 13 and now I haven't been able to see him, fuck covid.
Thankfully the borders are opened so I'm in L.A standing at his front door, he has no clue that I'm here and hopefully he'll be happy to see me.
I knock on the wooden door waiting a few minutes before I hear the door handle twisting, with the creak of the door I look up to see my gorgeous dani standing there with his mouth open in shock.
"Baby?" He whispers like he's about to cry, I smile and instantly jump into his arms, God I've missed his warm embrace "I missed you so much baby" he cries "I've missed you so much more dani" I say and kiss his lips.
He drags me inside and pushes me up against the wall, slowly his lips find their way to my neck, I let out a breathy moan as he leaves marks all over my neck.
"Let's take this upstairs" he says breathlessly and grabs my hand dragging me up the stairs, Thank God nobody else was home.
As soon as we get to his room the pushes me down on his soft silk bed and gets on top of my body, his hands roam my body as we continue to makeout.
"Fuck I've missed this" I moan into the kiss, "mmm" he groans not wanting to remove his soft lips from mine.
He breaks the kiss to take my shirt off exposing my lace bra " fuck in just a few months your tits have gotten alot bigger" he says and starts leaving wet kisses on my chest.
I reach behind my back to remove my bra as he gropes my boobs, as soon as my bra is gone he instantly moves down and starts sucking on my nipples.
I let out a breathy moan "Fuck Dani"
He removes his mouth from my boobs to remove his shirt and take my shorts off, he starts kissing down my stomach to my underwear and pulls them of with his teeth somehow.
He kisses my thighs and spreads my legs, before I can even process what's happening he licks a stripe up my wet slit.
I tug on his curly locks as he starts eating me out like I'm his last meal on death row, suddenly he shoves a finger into my tight hole.
"Holy shit" I moan, he continues to do this and I start to feel a knot building up in my stomach "fuck don't stop" I moan and he stops "did you not hear what I just said?" I ask confused as to why he stopped when I wanted the opposite.
"I want you to cum on my cock, that's why" he says as he starts removing his sweatpants and boxers.
He gets on top of me again and lines his cock up to my entrance, he kisses my lips as he pushes inside of me, stretching me out.
"Fuck you're so tight" he moans as I whimper at the stinging of him stretching me out, it's been a while.
"Can I move baby?" He asks and I nod frantically begging for some friction, he starts thrusting into me and the burning sensation turns into pleasure.
"Oh f fuck dani" I moan as I tug on his curls, he starts letting out pornographic moans as he's thrusting harder and faster into me, his body hitting my clit after each thrust making me throw my head back in pure ecstasy.
"I I'm gonna cummm dani" I moan really loud, I'm so glad nobodys home to hear the skin slapping and moans coming from Daniel and I's mouth and body.
"Wait for me baby" he groans as I feel the knot building up in my stomach begging for release.
"I can't hold on much llongerr" I pant as his thrusts start getting sloppy "cum for me baby" he groans.
"FUCK DANIEL" I scream as the knot in my stomach comes undone, I feel him twitch inside me and reach his high just after mine.
"Holy shit you feel so good" he moans as he pulls out and collapses next to me, pulling my naked frame closer to his.
He stares into my eyes while rubbing my cheek with his soft hand "I'm so glad you're home baby I missed you too much" he whispers and kisses my lips.
He keeps rubbing my cheek as I slowly close my eyes "I love you" I whisper "I love you too" he says just as everything turns black, falling asleep with the love of my life.
A/N: again sorry if this was shit, I tried lmao
#daniel seavey#danielseaveysmut#danielseaveyimagine#daniel seavey smut#daniel seavey imagines#why don't we#why dont we smut#why dont we imagines
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Haikyuu Guys that Wouldnt Mind if Their Girlfriend Isnt Very Verbal in Bed
|| its literally one of my biggest insecurities so here we fuckin are
characters: atsumu, akaashi, terushima, kenma, ennoshita, shimada
minors dni 18+ barKBARKBARK
Pretty boy doesn’t mind at all. He in fact sees it as an advantage and, dually, a challenge. Atsumu can admittedly be a little shit. So he’ll drag you into not exactly the most appropriate places to have sex every now and then. And since you aren’t very verbal, you too typical can get by without getting caught. That is if Mr. Loud Mouth can also keep quiet. But sometimes, Atsumu will take your lack of verbal engagement as a challenge. He understands that maybe you just don’t work that way, or maybe its a trauma response, or maybe you dont like how you sound. If you talk about it with him, he will always be sweet and understanding. Buuuuttt that won’t stop him from pulling entirely out only to slam back in to hear that surprise gasp from you. He cherishes every breath caught in your throat, each whimper, and plea that he rips from you cause he knows that they’re rare. And god. The fact that they’re rare makes them even hotter to him. But if he cant get any noises from you that night, or day knowing him, that’s okay! He’ll make plenty of groans and grunts for both of you. And he’ll always smile and tell you how you did so good at the end.
This sarcastic sasshole is pretty quiet himself, so when its brought up, he simply says that he doesnt have much room to complain either. Besides Keiji doesnt need verbal clues to know you’re enjoying yourself. He’s got plenty other context clues. He never pushes you outta your comfort zone with the noises as he knows it may be a sensitive topic. When you make noise in bed, he just grins, eyes darkening. He won’t comment on it though. Akaashi wants to let you be the one to tell him how you’d like him to respond to it. If you din’t want it to even be acknowledged, then he is happy to act as if nothing happened. But…if you want praise or are okay with him commenting at the time, he’ll tease the hell out of you. Akaashi’ll call you a good girl and say things like “mmm…whats that? Speak up, princess.” or “hm? Oh, I see. It must feel really good if you’re moaning like that tonight.”
Terushima, my gremlin king. The cum bucket commander, himself. Contrary to popular belief, Yuuji is highly intrigued by a quiet partner. He’s so used to loud, sensitive partners that this change in pace has him reeling. He never even thinks to ask why you’re so quiet. He just is able to indulge each of his senses when fucking you. Yuuji is able to pick up the soft panting under you breath and relishes in it. Its so cute. Fuck loud moans and whining, Yuuji goes feral when his head is buried in your neck and you are softly panting, whimpering so softly, its barely even audible. Though when you do cry out finally for the first time, he genuinely is scared he’s hurt you and stops. And then you guys have to talk about it finally. He isnt going to judge. He even shyly admits to being horribly horny for those soft pants you make. “I’m not against you getting a lil louder by any means, but just know you drive me nuts already with what you do,” he’d tell you. And next time you squeak out, he’ll grin, chuckling “yeah? Tell me more about it, baby girl!”
Kenma! Finally. Some. Peace. And. Quiet. I’m kidding. But Kenma kinda prefers that you’re quiet. He can get a lil whiny himself and even he finds himself a bit embarrassed by the noises he makes. He understands 100% and never pries. In fact he’d soon ask if noises he makes turn you off or irritate you in bed! I think if you were to make some noise, Kenma’d go a little feral and moan over your own, getting turned on. Its so rare to hear you so loud and that was kinda hot. It was like a lil treat. Like when you’re grinding away in a game and you finally after hours of searching get a rare item. If you were to moan in his ear, he’d cum right there and then; of course, Kenma would be horribly embarrassed by this though. Even though it does turn him on a great deal, Kenma would respect you and never ask you to make noise cause he doesn’t want you to feel you have to fake it. He’s more than okay with lazily fucking into you for hours only to hear you squeal upon orgasming the fourth time that night.
Chikara, my beloved. He has no issue with you being on the quiet side. He may ask, but understands if you don’t want to or aren’t ready to share why. But, remember that Chikara is a pretty sadistic motherfucker. Similarly to Atsumu, he’ll see it kind of as a challenge. He doesn’t want to upset you but those squeaks and desperate whines when he’s denied your orgasm for the umpteenth time, are music to his ears. He can get pretty damn rough when he wants to. Chikara’ll pound into you without warning while he has you blindfolded just to hear you gasp loudly then whimper his name. He doesn’t do it all the time by any means though. The soft pants under your breath are more than enough for him most days. Chikara gets off in private when you two are unable to see each other, to the thought of your soft panting and your breath on his neck. Your legs shaking as his fingers curl into your sopping cunt, breath hitching quietly when he hits that spot. Chikara never thought of how hot the quieter things could be until he found himself in his room, cum dripping down his hand, the memories of your encounters on replay in his brain. Needless to say, you drive him nuts constantly, noise or not.
Shimada is such an angel. He’ll be concerned he’s doing a piss poor job at first but he picks up on little hints and clues a few times in. The way you clench around him, your nails biting at his skin. Shimada was doubting himself for a while but when you came around his cock, breath caught in your throat, back arched and thighs shaking, he knew he had to be doing something right. Shimada learned to trust more in your body language than any other indicator. And truthfully he’s not too loud or talkative in bed himself, so when he takes a step back, he can’t fault you really. Of course, he has flopped besides you before and asked if you liked it cause he couldn’t tell at first. When you apologized for being not too verbally enthusiastic, he was propping himself up and shushing you. Shimada’d tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and say that there’s nothing wrong with that at all. But do know that if you ever get a lil loud verbally, his ego skyrockets and his vigor is renewed instantly. Shimada will start pounding into you so deep and fast, leaving you breathless.
Rest of the Club Roster :
(mightve not been enough to write about them respectively like i could above) : Ushijima, Hinata, Oikawa, Aone, Koganegawa, Omimi, Akagi, Kai Nobuyuki, Udai, Alisa, Shirabu, Kuguri, Sakusa, Komori, Kita
#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#atsumu x reader#atsumu miya#miya atsumu#akaashi keiji#terushima yuuji#terushima x reader#akaashi x reader#kozume kenma#kenma x reader#chikara x reader#chikara ennoshita#makoto shimada#shimada x reader#makoto shimada x reader#shimada makoto x reader
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Mutual longing
It’s 03:43 and I missed writing James, uf i love this one
Warning: 18+
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Oh, James is a breathtaking sight. With his dark hair and twinkling eyes, his tall toned body and charming smile. His smooth voice and irresistible accent. He is the whole package.
Lost in thought you imagined him fucking you against the wall, his big hand over your mouth to contain your moans as he pounded you aggressively-
„Hey“ Lily chirped, leaning over the table to give you a friendly hug, „Sorry I‘m late, head girl shit.“
You hugged her back, acting as if you didn‘t just imagine getting absolutely railed by the fellow head boy.
„Don‘t worry ‘bout it. Haven‘t been long anyway.“
Lily rolled her eyes and gave you a teasing smile.
„Knowing you, you probably showed up fifteen minutes early to be polite. You can give me shit you know, I deserve it.“
You laughed lightly before you furrowed your brows dramatically and held up a finger much like Professor McGonagall when she lectured the marauders again.
„Lily Evans you little shit. Hopefully you will have a long dreadful nightmare for the shit you put me through!“
Lily smirked at you and nodded, impressed with your choice of words.
„That would be James trying to hug me again, so no thank you.“ She clapped her hands. „Right, lets start.“
You couldn‘t help but think of just how fucking hot it would be to be in James‘ strong arm. Breathless moans and impatient hands tugging down your skirt. His hands all over your body, slowly moving down towards your-
Fuck.
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Sometime during your meetup Remus appeared and sat down with you. Then came Peter. With him Sirius and of course James.
„I swear Black if you don‘t shut the fuck up“ Lily said forcefully, very close to yelling, „I‘m gonna beat your stupid face with this book!“
Sirius’ wand fell from between his clenched jaw, he was trying to impersonate a growling dog, and he rolled his eyes.
„Calm down, Evans. Besides, Remus would totally not appreciate that, considering my face is number one in his list of“, he cleared his throat theatrically, „Reasons why Sirius Black is the most enchanting being I‘ve ever fucked.“
Remus, already used to Sirius‘ crude remarks, just continued to read his book, his index finger tracing shapes on Sirius‘ palm absentmindedly.
„I agree“ Remus mumbled, missing the way Sirius blushed and melted with his next words, „Sirius is enchanting.“
Sirius, content with the attention he got, leaned his head against his boyfriends shoulder and finally shut his mouth. Lily smiled gratefully at Remus, who send her a wink, the corner of his lips pulling up slightly to show that he had said it on purpose. Not that they needed to know just how accurate Sirius had been with the list.
You threw a glance at James and saw him engrossed with his potions textbook, lips moving silently as he read through the pages. Taking the time to admire him from up close, you watched how his brows would furrow and ease up whenever he worked out a problem, how he would bite his lip in concentration or scratch his nose and push up his glasses when they slipped down his nose.
Truly handsome. Sex on legs.
Fuck why can‘t he just touch you already.
For someone who flirts on the daily he sure was oblivious to girls who were actually interested in him. And not gay, unlike Lily, who literally had a pin on her bag with the lesbian flag on it.
Might get a pin with “Fuck me James“ printed on it. Maybe then he‘ll know, you thought bitterly.
You had already planned a whole color scheme for the pins when a foot nudged your shin under the table and forced you out of your head.
„Need help“ James whispered and slid his worksheet over to you, „Please?“
Oh hell yes. No need to beg, Potter.
„Sure“ You said, congratulating yourself for sounding confident, „Give me a min.“
Reading through the question your took a moment to think about the answer, scribbling it down yourself instead of telling him. You weren‘t sure how long you could gaze into his eyes and act like you didn‘t have wet dreams about him.
Satisfied you looked back up and noticed him already looking at you, or more specifically your mouth.
A devilish idea crossed your mind. Oh, yes.
Acting as if you were still thinking, you bit your lip softly, tracing your bottom lip with your tongue to leave it glistening pink. James swallowed, hand loosening his tie and he lowered his head with blushing cheeks.
„Here“ You smiled, gently sliding the paper back to him and shivered a little when your fingertips touched.
His fingers had to business being so close to the top of the sheet, considering he was sitting across from you and could have just grabbed the bottom part. Hope flared in your chest when you saw him just as taken aback by the touch and you basked in the radiant grin he shot you from under his mop of hair.
Your stomach swarmed with butterflies and you let out a small breath, thighs clenching.
Oh James.
„I should get going“ You said after a while, not in the mood to study anymore.
James‘ head whipped up and he got up as well, packing his bag in time with you. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you refrained from making your excitement too obvious.
„Yeah me too, I‘m tired. Goodnight.“ James rushed and gently pulled you along by the strap of your bag.
The others just grumbled in response, Sirius fast asleep and drooling while Remus waved his hand dismissively. Lily muttered a quick, „I‘ll join in a few minutes“, which actually translates to hours.
Since the others aren‘t here I could have some alone time with James.
Oh shit, there goes your brain. It was really creative when it came to imagening James‘ moans, considering you never heard them before. Or his dick. Fuck.
You silently made your way upstairs and sadly it was an awkward one. Frankly you blamed James for being so hot that you literally had no clue what to say, not knowing that he thought the exact same thing. Sure he is all for, „Everyone can wear what they bloody want“ and he had proven that point by wearing skirts multiple times, but fuck-
You in that skirt has to be criminal by some kind of law right? Has to be a sin in some kind of religion? And don‘t get him started on your lips-
James shook his head to get rid of the mental images and focused on his breathing. Praying that you wouldn’t see his boner.
Somehow you had made it to the empty common room and turned to each other at the same time to say goodnight. Both of you had not considered the distance between your faces, which proved to be extremely short with your noses bumping painfully.
„I‘m so-“
Your words died down when James kissed you hard, his big hands - oh those big, callous hands you‘ve been dreaming about for weeks finally touching your cheeks to pull you impossibly close.
Stunned by his sudden desire to kiss you, you pulled your head away to look into his face and what you saw made you smash your lips on his and his back against the wall.
His quiet, absolutely submissive noises shot straight into your blood and you press your hips against his to hear more of it. His arms were wrapped around your neck, hands buried in your hair as he opened your legs with his knee to press his thigh between your legs.
The rough fabric of his pants made you shudder and your hands slid down his upper body until you got to his cock. James head sank against the wall with a dirty moan as you put your hand in his pants to touch him. Shit, his skin was so soft and hot and he already has precum on the tip.
James lips met yours sloppily as he pushed you backwards onto the couch and sank down between you legs on the ground, moving your feet to rest on the cushion. He clearly didn‘t have any more patience in him and made quick work of pushing your panties aside to rub his fingers against your soaking entrance.
„Come on, James“ You moaned, bucking against him when he finally pushed two fingers inside.
„Mmm look at you“ James groaned out, leaving kisses along your inner thighs and let out wanton sound when your cunt clenched around him.
You didn‘t care about anything but his fingers fucking you at this point, whining when the cool metal of his ring pressed against your clit. You jerked at the hot sensation of his tongue curling around your clit, greedily sucking your pussy lips into his mouth.
„Oh James!“ You whimpered breathlessly, pulling his face so close that his nose was smushed against your lower belly, feeling the vibrations of every moan he let out shoot directly to your cunt.
Pulling him up by his hair you kissed him again, panting into his open mouth when he kept pistoning his fingers into your cunt.
„Please let me fuck you“ James begged needily, brows pinched in longing to feel you around his throbbing cock, „Please I can‘t wait anymore!“
Instead of answering, you pushed his pants down with your heels and trapped him between your legs. James hissed in relief when he felt some kind of friction on his cock and eased himself inside.
„Oh“ James let out a broken whimper, head thrown back in sheer bliss, „Feel so good.“
You couldn’t answer, way to enamored with the way he stretched you open so deliciously, watching his cock push into your body. Oh fuck, the sight was so dirty and crass and yet you couldn‘t take your eyes off him.
„James“ You gasped with difficulty, „James please ‘m‘gonna cum!“
James bend your legs so they were over his shoulders and pounded you harshly, face screwed up in ecstasy with the way you cried out his name. Your moans cut off only to be replaced by sobs when the tip of his cock hit your g-spot over and over again.
„Yes yes yes“ James chanted, pressing his forehead on yours to stare at your dazed expression, „tell me how you feel!“
Your shook your head quickly, signaling him that you couldn‘t possibly form a coherent sentence, but his persisted.
„Tell me how you feel!“ James hissed, thumb suddenly on your clit and you broke.
„Good good so fucking good“ You cried, latching on his body to encourage him to fuck you harder.
„Prove it“ James moaned brokenly, „Cum for me!“
His other hand wrapped around your delicate throat and squeezed firmly, making you tip over the edge and cry out your release. James‘ orgasm made him tremble so violently that he couldn‘t hold himself up anymore, collapsing on your chest with a deep throaty whimper as he filled your cunt with his hot cum.
„Fuck yes“ James ground out, hips still pushing in and out of you, like he couldn’t bear the thought of stopping. He raised his head to watch you, his pupils still dilated, pink lips quivering with aftershocks.
James looked absolutely wrecked and satisfied. He stared at you as if staring at a goddess, nuzzling close to hear your heartbeat.
„You okay?“ James asked quietly and tucked himself back in to help you clean up.
„Yeah, perfect.“ You grinned, letting him help you up and pull you towards his dorm.
He gave you a playful smile, but you saw the slight nervousness in his eyes.
„Stay?“
God, yes. Finally. Fuck those pins, who needs them.
„Yes.“
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He Calls Me Honey Tits
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
A/N: Here’s the third and last part of you and Arthur being lovers during his time in the whorehouse! In which this cheeky bastard slathers honey on your tits and teases you and pleases you until you’ve never been so damn aroused 🙃🍯💦
Pairing: King Arthur x F!Reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, Brothel Boy Arthur being a cheeky little shit (licking honey off your tits, eating you out and denying you his dick until you beg for it)
Word Count: ~2.2k
… Continued from Part 2 [Read Here]
“How may I be of service, honeybee?”
The beaming blue-eyed bastard leads you to his bedchamber and softly shuts the door. Though he’s the brothel boy it feels like you’re the whore. You’re far more smitten in his presence than you want to be.
Sensing the indignation fuming off your body, Arthur smirks as if it’s funny. “Anybody ever told you that you’re lovely when you’re huffy?”
Suddenly, your cunt lips feel swollen and puffy. Slick as if this cheeky thief had dipped his finger in your honey. Try to stay composed and classy. “You can’t work your charms to get your petty crime past me. This is about the money.”
“But of course it is. Just business.” Arthur winks and it’s without a doubt the wickedest shit you have ever witnessed.
Keep your wits before he sucks you deeper into this—whatever this shit is. “You said that we could meet at your place to sort out the fucking payment. Here I am to fucking claim it.”
“Ohh, she bites,” he taunts like he has any right. “Such nasty language from a mouth so nice. Love, what’s your price? Just name it.”
“I am not your love!” you furiously huff.
“Not yet. But I’d bet just the thought has got your honeypot all wet.”
Did he just—he just—sweet mother of Jesus—
“Mmm, I’d love a taste,” he teases. Sea-blue gaze mirrors the lust that’s written all across your face. “Can’t let such honey go to waste.”
“You’ve stolen quite enough already, I daresay.”
His voice is steady, yet his cock is raging madly as he steps so close that you can almost feel it. “Didn’t steal it. You just let it slip away.”
All your dignity and self-restraint, that is. Such is the picture that his passionate words paint; he’s driving you to fucking madness. Sheer destruction through seduction is this little bastard’s favorite game to play. And he won’t stop until he’s buried in your honeypot today.
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Just how this sweet sticky mess ended up spread all across your tits, you can’t quite say.
Fuck it. You’re naked on the boy-whore’s bed with honey slathered on your bare breasts and your cunt is dripping buckets. Blue eyes own you where you lay. Somehow the bastard has convinced you that for what he stole from you today at market, shameless pleasure is the best way to repay.
The session started with a fight over the jar that he had thieved. He taunted you until he wanted you more than he could believe. More than his station in this house even allows. Voices raised, daggers from your gaze. Aroused. Amazed.
Saw how his thirst aligned with yours, as shouts and hisses flung between you turned to roars, and pinned you down onto the bed with feral force. Paused to make certain you were both on the same page. A man of care and caution though the beast in him may rage.
And here and now with words unspoken that blue gaze of his explores. Impales you to the core, seeks out your secret inner whore. All set to free her from your inhibitions’ cage. The truth of you that any other man including your own lawfully wedded pig always ignores.
Do you want to fucking engage?
Of fucking course.
And so you do. Fire and water all at once, this man’s effect upon your cunt, flaming and fluid. This is what true pleasure is, you think as he attacks heavy and hot. Slut for the once and future king of fucking Camelot. Already his, as he claims your lips in a cataclysmic kiss, crashing together in a spell of breathless bliss.
He tastes of courage. Hunger, unfed all the stronger. Poor boy forced to live on stolen scraps and half-full bowls of porridge. Forced to fight and fuck and forage. Forge his way through filth without the faintest clue his royal blood doesn’t belong here. Here with you he’s poor no longer.
First few minutes of your time spent in his bed the boy-whore shatters you to bits.
And now you’re here with stolen honey smeared across your naked tits.
You gasp a giddy laugh at how ridiculous this funny business is. “You cheeky little shit!”
He smirks and lets the now half-empty jar of honey clatter to the floor. Hovering over you all set to make damn sure... that you will always and forever be his filthy little whore. “You know you fucking love it, honey tits.”
No fucking use denying it.
Arthur as well had stripped his shirt off earlier, in those first few seconds of this passionate blur, so you can see and feel the sculpted muscles of his abdomen and chest. He is a god and nothing less. Those chiseled ridges rub against your honey-covered skin and make a fucking mess. His mouth descends deliciously on yours again as skillful hands knead at the soft flesh of your breasts.
“Sweet little goddess,” he breathes out amidst the kisses and it’s too much to be honest. King among men making you feel like his queen. “Swear you’re the loveliest damn thing I’ve ever seen. The loveliest.”
The purity—he’s doing you so dirty, loving you so clean. Feel you belong here with him surely, more than anywhere on earth you’ve ever been.
Your fingers fist twined in his glorious gold locks. Hips bucking frantic to seek friction up against the fucking hard bulge of his cock. Still sheathed in cloth as he’s not yet disrobed his lower half, to free his raging shaft—likely to burst right through the fabric since he’s so massive and solid as a rock.
With every second that huge cock of his grows harder, taking your desire farther. Inner slut escapes the cage that he’s unlocked.
“Ughh—fuck me, Arthur...” you cry out, needy and loud, all honey-smothered, hot and bothered. “Fuck...”
His focus shifts off of your lips down to your neck and then your chest and suddenly he starts to suck.
Your mouth gapes wide to make a sound but has no luck.
Choking on air as you surrender to his touch. He’s just too much. Soft lips squeeze tight around your nipple, slurping honey as it dribbles. Grinds the stiffness of his meat against the wet heat of your crotch. Glittering blue eyes glance at you beneath the gold fringe of his lashes, as your body throbs and thrashes. Getting off on the effect he has because he loves to watch.
You moan and whimper, one breast lavished in attention from his slick tongue while he works the other with his skillful fingers. Swipes his thumb across your stiff peak as he teases at the other with the pearl ridge of his teeth until your senses fall apart. “Please, Art...”
The bastard chuckles in a breathy little huff. “Don’t worry, love. Promise I’ll fuck you good and hard,” he reassures you meaning it with all his heart. “Just thought I’d better whet my appetite to start.”
Of course he’d crack a stupid fucking pun, while you’re coming undone. Scrapes his enormous bulge against your aching cunt, with a deep grunt, reminding you what you both want. How hard he’s gotten and how wet you are. You’re seeing fucking stars.
Flattens his tongue against the valley of your cleavage now to slobber up the sugary gold mess that’s gathered there. Licks slowly upward as he owns you with the bright blue of his stare. Honey spreads all across his trimmed blonde beard and sweetens every hair.
Of all the men upon this earth no one has ever been so fair.
Dips in the hollow of your throat, and you damn well nearly explode.
And then those luscious lips are back on yours again. Lose track of where your breathing ends and his begins.
The taste of honey should be overwhelming sweet, but something sweeter yet sparks into being where your soul and his so intimately meet. The hunger only this can feed. Each on the road to being everything the other ever needs. Perhaps not so just yet, but in the moment you first met, he’d planted that passionate seed.
Already want him now to plant another seed deep in your hole. Already know that someday he will fill that role.
But not today—today is all about pure pleasure and the game he came to play.
To claim you as his whore in every goddamned way.
Between kisses you plead with him although it’s such a struggle now to talk. “Please, Arthur—fuck...”
He snickers. That majestic bulge of his harder, and bigger. “Mmm, so pretty when you’re begging for my cock.”
Those words—the sheer filth has you so aroused it hurts—you shut your eyes for fear they’ll pop out of your sockets.
He reminds you now of how you had denied him when he’d asked you for a sample of your product. Shut that door and tried to lock it. On his own terms he had gotten his hands on it, taking what he wanted. Dirty and dishonest. “Wouldn’t let me taste your sweet honey at market. Seems I’ll have to steal that pleasure from your honeypot myself before I fuck it.”
Oh, that’s obscene—wait, does he mean—what—shit...
Upon the bed he shifts, sudden and swift, a blaze of sex, until his lust-crazed gaze is level with the slick between your legs. And that’s when the truth of it hits.
Young Arthur’s hunger for your cunt is even stronger than his hunger for your tits.
The two of you have kissed and licked most of the honey from each other’s mouths by now so that his tongue is mostly clean. And that’s exactly as he wants it so that he can taste the flavor of his lovely future queen.
He’s a complete whore for your flavor. Buries his beautiful face deep in your folds like every precious drop was made for him to savor. All at once delicate yet dominant, as he feasts on your cunt. Art makes an art of it, worshipping every part of it.
Your wetness glistens as it gushes out across his gorgeous features from the second he descends; and yet with him the peak of pleasure’s not the end. Rather the very fucking start of it.
You shout his name, loud without shame, your inner slut unleashed with only him to blame. Your body and soul absolutely his to claim. The stolen honey and the money were just all part of the game; he knows that this is why you came.
Needless to say you need his cock inside you now but he intends to make you beg. He could spend days continuing to feed facedown between your legs.
One of his hands has wandered down to his own crotch to give himself the stimulation he deserves, now as two fingers of his other hand are pumping in your hole, while he devours your cunt whole, lips latching tight around your tender bud of nerves.
Your thousandth wave of pleasure rolls. Scream for his cock until he’s finally stripped himself naked and mounts you with his rippled muscles pressed against your curves.
And now at last uses your body for the purpose it was put on earth to serve.
Your tight hot cunt is so completely fucking soaked, he nearly chokes and almost spills his load inside of you at his first fucking stroke.
Catches his breath and bites his tongue, knowing he can’t hold off for long. Till now he’s never known true home. The women of this brothel housed him and raised him since he was young, yet though he’s grateful for their love he never quite seemed to belong. With you he does as though he’s been here all along. Feels like the whole world is his kingdom. Kingdom finally fucking come.
You’re feeling everything the same. Someday his queen for now his filthy little slut. The flood. The flame. The fluid heat as you’re split open on this man’s majestic meat until you feel his power beating in your blood. The beast in each of you untamed. Such fucking force. His power is all fucking yours. Of fucking course.
Kisses you long and deep and hard, until the white hot bliss that’s burning through him shatters into shards.
Pulls out in time to take his meat in his own fist and spray his seed across your stomach and your chest. Painting you like a work of art. Pearly white gleams against the honey gold that still clings to the soft skin of your breasts. Just from the feel of being coated in his load your throbbing cunt pulses until it falls apart, convulses in a rush of pleasure rooted somewhere in your slutty little heart. You’ve never felt so fucking blessed. Of all the moments of your life to date this is without a doubt the fucking best.
Yet this is all just how it starts. Your days here in the boy-whore’s bed have just begun and you don’t doubt he’ll take you to new heights of ecstasy for all the fucking rest.
He’s feeling everything the same. Smiles and calls you by your name—honey tits.
Knows you fucking love it. Though at first you’d claimed the reason for this visit was just business... clearly that’s not what this is. Business has turned to pleasure just as you both wanted it.
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The Revenge
Cillian and y/n had been together for 5 years, only these last few months he'd become seriously complacent and distant. Time for a wake up call.
Warnings - smut. This was a request from @being-worthy , I hope you like it!!
7pm. 7:15pm. 7:30pm. You kept glancing at your watch, the waiter bringing you another glass of wine as you sat, positively seething at the table. The third date night in a row he'd missed, and this was made you especially mad. Your anniversary meal. 5 years to the day since he asked you to be with him, properly be with him, after 2 months of being fuck buddies on the set of Peaky Blinders. You'd bagged the job of being his umbrella girl, so spent most of your time with him, and one thing had led to another after he'd invited you in for a game of cards and a bottle of Jameson's. Strip poker became your new favourite game.
You downed the wine, paid the bill and called a taxi back to your shared apartment. Walking in, he was nowhere to be found. Locking the door, seeing his keys still on the table in the hallway, you turned your phone off and went to bed.
"Sleep on the fucking porch, dickhead."
Waking up the following morning and turning on you phone to 17 missed calls and 7 voicemails, she smiled. Deleting all of them, she slipped one of his shirts on, and made her way downstairs to hear the front door being pounded. Smiling, you opened it to see Cillian stood there with a look of pure rage.
"Morning baby, have a good evening?" You opened it allowing him to enter.
"Where the fuck were you?? I've just spent the night sleeping in the fucking car y/n, why was your phone turned off?" He barged his way in, pushing past you to get to the toilet, his bladder screaming from inside him.
"Sleeping. Battery must have died. Shouldn't have left your house keys, should you?"
"Fucks sake... I'm going to bed." He stalked upstairs, not looking at you and went to bed. Now, you were really angry.
When he came back down a couple of hours later, he was still mad at you. Wouldn't say two words to you as you sat in the living room watching TV, coffee in hand. Into the kitchen he sulked, slamming cupboard doors to make his frustration clear to you. You just smiled.
You were showered now, but still wearing his shirt, buttons done low, exposing your cleavage, with no underwater underneath. You were determined now, plan in action, he was going to suffer for this. Walking into the kitchen, you opened the fridge to get some orange juice, bending completely Dr the waist, exposing your bare backside under the shirt. You felt his eyes on you, watching you, and inwardly grinned, though he couldn't see as your hips swayed slightly as you bent further to grab the juice at the bottom of the fridge. Standing back up, you turned to face him, shirt hanging off your shoulder now exposing almost down to your bare nipple, you straightened your body to drink from the carton, then bent again to place it back in the fridge. His eyes didn't leave your body once as he sat at the breakfast bar with a slice of toast.
"You mad at me, y/n?"
"Hmm? Why would I be made at you, now Cillian?" You smiled sweetly, noticing a small drop of juice on your finger, you licked it as seductively as possible, winked and left the room. Now he was confused... And hard. You smiled, knowing exactly what effect you'd had on him and went upstairs to get ready.
"I'm meeting Orla for lunch, I'll be back by 4." You called from the stairs.
"Tell my sister I said hello, yeah?"
"Maybe." You went upstairs to get dressed, within 20minutes you were out the door.
The following morning, you woke to find Cillian in his office downstairs on his laptop. You'd avoided him most of the previous evening, making him sleep in the guest bedroom. Sure to keep him out of the bedroom you shared, you'd locked your door.
Perking your nipples slightly to harden them, you stood at his office door.
"Hey... Um..." He glanced at you at the door and had to swallow a gasp. You winked at him, before making your way back upstairs. You heard him growl slightly, close his laptop and follow you. Sadly for him, you made your way into the bathroom, and locked the door. Bath time.
Sinking your body under the water, you could hear Cillian moving around upstairs, just outside the bathroom door.
"Y/n will you tell me what it is I'm supposed to have done wrong?" He paused outside the door knocking lightly.
"Mmm.... God this bath feels nice... Warm water on my skin... Fuck I needed this..." You moaned as seductively as possible, keeping your voice just loud enough so he could hear you.
"Y/n open the door... I can make that bath even better..." His voice deepened. This was working like a dream.
"Mm.... Don't you have another appointment with your agent Cillian?" He knew he was in trouble. You never called him by his full name, it was 'Cill', 'babe', but only Cillian when he'd pissed you off. Which he'd clearly done, but had no clue as to how.
Over the course of the following fortnight, you'd kept Cillian at bay, he was still sleeping in the guest room, your bedroom door remained locked overnight (he'd tried, you'd heard him, it was fucking hysterical) while you continued to seduce and tease him mercilessly. Orla had called to say he'd even tried calling her to find out what he'd done, but good as gold, she told him she had no idea what he was talking about.
Cillian had had enough at this point. He'd even tried getting himself off at night but he couldn't do it - his hands just weren't as good as yours, it wasn't the same. He genuinely thought his balls were going to explode, the tension inside him was driving him insane. He called his sister Orla again when you went out to do the food shop, desperate this time.
"Orla I need your help please, I'm your brother... Please? Surely she's told you what it is I'm supposed to have done wrong? All I did was go out with Adam for one night and she's barely spoken to me and hasn't TOUCHED me since!"
"Woah now, that's waaaay to much info for your sister to be hearing now!" She laughed at the other end of the phone, rolling her eyes. Y/n had done very well to keep this up for two whole weeks.. maybe it was time for some sisterly advice for her older brother.
"Cillian when did you go out? What date?"
"Few days after my birthday, so the 30th May I think, why?"
"No, it wasn't the 30th. Think again. Check your dates." He put his phone on loudspeaker and checked his calendar. Then it dawned on him. Oh fuck... Oh shit... Shit shit shit!!
"The 27th.. oh fuck Orla it was the 27th.. and I'm looking at the fucking calender entry for our date night saved as a fucking DRAFT!! I didn't set it properly... Oh fuck Orla I'm a dead man, how's she not killed me?"
"I think in a way she has Cillian!! You've got some serious making up to do - not like the first time it's happened now is it?" He groaned... This would be the hat trick. Three date nights missed because he couldn't work the fucking calendar app on his new phone properly.. but that excuse wasn't going to wash now, he'd had plenty of opportunity to sort his sorry ass out. And to miss their anniversary dinner? No. He'd make this right. He thanked his sister, ended the call and opened a different app on his phone. Operation Clemency was in motion.
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You left your friends house on Friday afternoon to see Cillian's car parked outside. You could see bags on the back seat, him standing by the open passenger side door waiting for you.
"What are you doing Cillian?"
"Surprising my girlfriend. Listen y/n, I've been a fucking idiot okay? Missing our anniversary date, after missing two before that.. neglecting you, neglecting US... Let me make it up to you, yeah?" You couldn't help but smile, nodding your head you took his hand as he led you into the passenger seat, closing the door behind you.
All the way there you stole glances at one another, Cillian refusing to tell you exactly where you were going. You couldn't help the feeling of excitement - never in 5 years had he done anything like this, you'd have to make a habit of punishing him if this was the outcome..
Pulling up outside a large manor house an hour later, you gasped in shock.
"Shit.. Cill this is beautiful!"
"It's ours." You nearly had whiplash from the sudden head turn in his direction. "I bought it last month, I was waiting until your birthday next week to surprise you, but now seemed like a much better option. Welcome to our new holiday home baby." You couldn't help the tears forming in your eyes.
"Oh my god... But how? When? I don't understand!"
"All those appointments with my agent? Didn't you wonder why I wasn't getting any work from it all? I was at the bank sorting the mortgage for this place! Picked the keys up yesterday, it's fully furnished and ready for us. I figured we could spend the Summers here. Beach is less than a 5 minute walk away, the boys will love it." You were stunned. Well and truly stunned.
Leaving the car, you walked to the front door, Cillian handing you the keys. You opened it and walked inside into the most beautiful setting - it was newly decorated exactly to your liking. It was perfect. You turned to face him.
"You know, I might just forgive you after all..."
"Nope. Not yet. I'm not done." He smirked. "I want you to go upstairs - our room is second on the left. Lay down on the bed and I'll be up in 15 minutes." Raising an eyebrow, you complied, walking up the stairs eagerly anticipating what he had planned. "Fully clothed y/n... Don't remove a damn thing."
You walked in to find a large double bed with fresh sheets, covered in rose petals. Candles lined most of the hard surfaces in the room. It brought a lump to your throat. A fresh bouquet of flowers on the chest of drawers under the window, with a small envelope under them, your name written in Cillians hand writing. You opened it to find a two tickets to the new Enda Walsh play showing at the Gaiety later that week - it was sold out and you remembered telling him you were disappointed to miss it, but when you're Cillian Murphy, sold out meant nothing.
Hearing him coming up the stairs you quickly lay down on top of dozens of rose petals on the bed. He walked in slowly, casting an eye over your body. This would be the hardest thing to do now, trying to control himself, but he was determined to make this last as long as possible. Moving to the old record player in the corner of the room, he turned it on, allowing the gentle sounds of the music to fill the room softly. Making his way over to you, he kneeled on the bed, eyes never leaving yours.
"You're not to move unless I tell you to, okay? Just relax. Sit up." You sat up as he lifted your t shirt over your head, swiftly followed by your bra. Pushing you back down and turning you onto your front, he carefully sat himself across your legs, opening a small bottle of something you couldn't see. Suddenly his hands were on your back, smoothing the oil into your skin, putting pressure all over it. Closing your eyes, you relaxed into the massage as he skilfully eased away as many knots as he could find in your slender muscles.
"Fuck... Cill that feels amazing... Don't stop, please..." He bit his lip, he could feel his erection forming under his jeans and willed himself to have self control. Two weeks without touching you was a long time...
He moved his hands lower, teasing the waistband of your jeans as he moved his body down, pulling them over your hips, underwear following. Now you were completely bare, his hands now expertly rubbing hard circles over your thighs, your calves, then your feet. Your core was burning now, his touch, even after 5 years, doing things to your body you still couldn't believe we're possible. Your hips twitched slightly with the throbbing feeling you couldn't ignore deep in your groin. He could almost smell it, the need in you. Smiling, his hands moved back up your legs, dipping between your thighs and moving closer to where you desperately needed him. He grinned, and teased his fingers closer, then pulled them away. Back over your firm cheeks, up your spine slowly. You groaned, you were positively on fire now.
"Patience..." You bit your lip as he whispered in your ear. He turned you onto your back, now running his hands over your belly as he moved back to hover over your waist. Hands moving higher, he kneaded your breasts, knowing it would drive you crazy.
"Ahh... Fuck Cill... Baby please..." He chuckled, this was more fun than he anticipated, why had he never thought of this before?
Leaning down, he trailed a line of kisses long your exposed neck, your head flung back as he continued his assault on your breasts. Nipping the skin, sucking lightly, you arched against him. You felt close to an orgasm already and he hadn't even got to the good part yet. Your breath coming out in short bursts as his lips moved lower over your collarbone.
"Feel good baby? Feeling close huh? Keep those noises coming, fuck you're turning me on right now..." His voice was intoxicating, his hands roaming, now his lips, you couldn't stop the heat rising in your belly, that familiar knot forming, how was this even possible? You didn't care, and you couldn't stop it - you came hard, bucking your hips up to meet his as it overtook you.
"Fuck... Baby oh my god...." You came down from your high and looked into his eyes, now darker and desperate. He was trying so hard to control it but the control had gone. He hadn't expected you to cum from this alone, clearly he wasn't the only one who'd gone without these last 2 weeks.
"Take them off." He didn't argue. His clothes were removed quick as lightening as he opened your still quivering legs. He quickly pushed himself inside and stopped, just enjoying the feeling of your core swallowing him again.
"Jesus.. I swear you got tighter..." You raised your hands to his face and glared at him.
"Shut up, and fuck me Mr Murphy." With pleasure, he thought to himself, as he pounded into you hard and fast, both of you groaning into each others mouths as you kissed hungrily, desperate to get as physically close as possible. You rolled him onto his back, keeping him inside you, as you leaned back and rode him hard. You moved his hands to hold onto the bed frame behind him.
"You've touched me enough, it's my turn." Your hands roamed over your own breasts now, hips still rocking against his, your second orgasm fast approaching. You knew, after 2 weeks of abstinence, he wouldn't last long and you were right.
"Baby.. slow down.. I can't... Oh fuck... Ah... Feels too good..." He was raising his hips to meet yours, you felt your orgasm taking over.
"Cum baby... Need to feel you... Fill me up... Drown in me..." He couldn't hold back any longer and with a final, hard groan he came, filling you. His hands came to rest at your frozen hips, he felt your walls clench around him as you came alongside him, both of you breathing heavily as you came back down to earth from the most exquisite high either of you had ever had. Leaning your body back down to kiss his lips, you gave him one more squeeze of your walls, emitting a twitch and a gasp from him, before collapsing next to him.
"Fuck... My god Cill, I'm gonna have to punish you like this more often..."
"The fuck you are y/n, never again are we going more than 24 hours without sex, ever.. I don't care how mad you are at me.." you both laughed, curling up in each others arms, Cillian whispering how sorry he was in your ear, how much he loved you, as you gently fell asleep.
The following morning you woke to an empty bed, but you could smell coffee and breakfast being prepared downstairs. You made your way down wearing just his T shirt from the day before and found a full breakfast waiting for you. Sausages, eggs, bacon, toast, juice, croissants... All there on the countertop. A plate, cutlery and a coffee waiting for you.
"Just missing the pinny Mr Murphy..." You giggled as he turned and stuck his tongue out at you cheekily.
"Eat up and get dressed y/n, I'm taking you for a walk this morning." Smiling, you ate, and an hour later you were stood on the beautiful golden sands of the beach 5minutes from your new holiday home. Watching the waves crash, you were the happiest you'd felt in a long time. You heard Cillian behind you.
"Turn around, y/n." As you did, he took your hands in his and kissed your lips.
"If I have to spend every single day for the rest of my life saying how sorry I am, I will. If I have to spend every second making it up to you, I will. You have completed my life y/n.. after my divorce, I didn't think I'd ever be lucky enough to find love again. Then you came along and everything slotted into place. My boys adore you.. their Dad couldn't live without you.. y/n..." He sank down to the ground, reaching into his jeans pocket. Bringing a small, velvet box back up to you, your breath caught in your throat, tears already in your eyes.
"Make me the luckiest man in the world y/n.. marry me?" You fell to the floor alongside him, tears openly falling now as you cried, pulling him close, kissing him softly.
"Yes!! Oh my god a million times over, yes I'll marry you!!" You both grinned, standing now as he held out your left hand, slipping the simple, white gold band and diamond onto your finger. Nothing else mattering in that moment apart from the dreams you both shared of the amazing future you had ahead of you.
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Warning: This is 6k and there is explicit (s3xual) content.
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Jiang Cheng is zen.
Calm. At peace. Content. Fucked into nirvana.
Whatever.
He’s completely naked on the bed. His legs are still shaking and, to be honest, the air conditioning feels a bit cold, but he doesn’t have the energy anywhere in his body to grab the duvet and pull it over himself.
Whatever.
He’s content to die of hypothermia by air conditioning - that’s just how zen he is now.
Jiang Cheng feels the mattress sink to one side as Mingjue-ge (Or at least he assumes it’s Mingjue-ge. He’s too zen to open his eyes and check.) takes a seat next to him.
“Are you going to sleep?” Mingjue-ge asks, running his huge hand through Jiang Cheng’s bangs, lulling him into a further state of zen.
“Mn,” Jiang Cheng grunts in confirmation. It’s only because it’s Mingjue-ge that he bothers to answer at all.
“I’m going to go to the gym,” Mingjue-ge says, “Wait for me if you wake up before I get back. I want to have dinner together.”
Jiang Cheng actually cracks open his eyes at that.
Mingjue-ge is already dressed. He’s wearing those slutty tank-tops he seems to love. The ones that barely cover his nipples.
“How the fuck do you have energy for the gym?” Jiang Cheng asks, his voice coming out in a rough whisper. Fuck. Even his voice has been fucked tired. “I don’t get it. Am I a shit lay? You need more?”
The corner of Mingjue-ge’s mouth rises just the slightest amount and Jiang Cheng feels somewhat pleased by that. That small lift is basically a laugh from Mingjue-ge.
“The better my orgasm, the more energy I get,” Mingjue-ge says, leaning over Jiang Cheng to grab the duvet and pull it over Jiang Cheng’s naked body. He tucks the duvet over Jiang Cheng’s shoulders and leans down to place a kiss on Jiang Cheng’s temple. “You’re a great lay.”
If Jiang Cheng was the sentimental type he might say that the warm ache in his chest was… an emotion or something. But it’s not. It’s probably acid reflux.
Mingjue-ge is just a good person and an even better sex partner.
The only person Jiang Cheng has ever bottomed for and the only person who can hold Jiang Cheng up against the wall and fuck him stupid.
Jiang Cheng isn’t going to risk this kind of mind-blowing sex by developing emotions .
“Good,” Jiang Cheng says, closing his eyes again, fully prepared to fall asleep.
Mingjue-ge runs his fingers through Jiang Cheng’s hair again, quickly bringing Jiang Cheng to the brink of unconsciousness.
Just before Jiang Cheng falls asleep, he thinks he feels Mingjue-ge lean down and kiss him on his temple again.
“It probably helps that I’m in love with you.”
Jiang Cheng is zen.
Calm. At peace. Asleep.
There’s still a bit of light out when Jiang Cheng wakes up.
He takes a shower, because even though Mingjue-ge had wiped him down after he had single-dickedly wrecked Jiang Cheng’s entire body, he still feels sticky.
Also Mingjue-ge has a huge, custom-built shower to accommodate his giant ass. It’s a waste not to use it.
Mingjue-ge is back and in the kitchen when Jiang Cheng finally leaves the room.
Jiang Cheng just takes a moment to… appreciate Mingjue-ge’s figure. He’s still wearing his slutty tank-top, all of the muscles in his chest and arms and back out for display as he stands over the stove and does some magic cooking shit. And Jiang Cheng hadn’t noticed earlier, but Mingjue-ge is also wearing his shortest black gym shorts.
What an absolute whore .
Jiang Cheng suddenly isn’t sure what he’s hungry for. Food… or maybe he wants to lick a stripe up from Mingjue-ge’s ankle bone to the bottom of those scandalous shorts… and maybe he wants to nose those shorts up higher and bury his nose in Mingjue-ge’s balls.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
He wants Mingjue-ge’s dick in his mouth.
“Stop objectifying my brother, A-Cheng,” a voice breaks him out of his lust-reverie.
Nie Huaisang is laying on the couch, his eyes glued (as always) to that stupid phone of his.
“Shut up,” Jiang Cheng grunts.
Mingjue-ge turns then. “Good. You’re awake,” he says. “Food’s almost ready. Huaisang, set the table.”
“Da-ge!” Huaisang whines, “I haven’t eaten all day. I’m starved and out of energy. I can barely speak, much less set the table!”
Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes so hard he sees his brain. It’s no wonder Huaisang gets along so well with Wei Wuxian. They are the same person.
Mingjue-ge pays no mind to Huaisang’s whining. He just says, “Huaisang,” one more time.
Huaisang is looking at Jiang Cheng then, his eyes huge and his bottom lip stuck out so far it looks like it’s trying to leave Huaisang’s face. “A-Cheng… please… as payment for staring at my brother like he’s a two dollar slut walking down main street butt naked…”
“Shut the fuck up you stupid twink,” Jiang Cheng hisses. “I was looking… respectfully.”
“... Right,” Huaisang says, “Also licking your lips respectfully too, huh?”
“I’m hungry,” Jiang Cheng says and walks into the kitchen to grab the placemats and utensils.
Dinner is good. Normal.
Huaisang whines and eats like a baby bird. Mingjue-ge frowns and tells Huaisang to get his life together. And Jiang Cheng leaves with left overs and a promise to return Mingjue-ge’s shirt next time.
Nothing is mentioned of the horrible sentence Jiang Cheng heard before he fell asleep so Jiang Cheng chalks it up to a remnant of a dream he must have had and goes on with his life.
Jiang Cheng is about to die.
“I’m going to die,” he says, his voice breaking off in an embarrassing moan as Mingjue-ge moves slowly out of him. “I’m going to die, I’m going to die. I don’t have any cum left inside me, I’m going to die.”
“Shh,” Mingjue-ge says, placing little soft kisses along Jiang Cheng’s temple and down the side of his face. “You’re alright. I have you right here. Shh.”
And oh god fuck, Mingjue-ge is a fucking liar because how the fuck is Jiang Cheng going to be alright? He’s already cum twice and Mingjue-ge seems hell-bent on fucking him to death. There should be nothing left in his body, but his stupid, traitorous cock is still somehow rock hard and leaking.
Mingjue-ge’s dick slowly - ever so slowly - comes out of Jiang Cheng’s body. Jiang Cheng can feel every millimeter - his entire body hot and oversensitive. The tip of Mingjue-ge’s dick just presses on Jiang Cheng’s hole. Mingjue-ge rubs slowly around Jiang Cheng’s hole, pressing in just that little bit before coming back out. The pressure is ever present but it’s just not enough.
Jiang Cheng is shuddering, his arms around Mingjue-ge’s neck, holding on for dear life.
Mingjue-ge runs his hand down Jiang Cheng’s side and slides it under Jiang Cheng’s lower back, lifting him up just a little.
“I can’t, I can’t,” Jiang Cheng says, hiding his face in Mingjue-ge’s huge chest and trying to find his breath.
Mingjue-ge slides back in.
Jiang Cheng wants to cry.
“Shh,” Mingjue-ge hushes. He’s entering Jiang Cheng as slowly as he left him and it’s torturous .
Mingjue-ge enters him halfway and stops for a moment before he puts both his arms under Jiang Cheng’s back to lift Jiang Cheng up by slow degrees, letting gravity slowly press Jiang Cheng down further onto Mingjue-ge’s dick.
Jiang Cheng is shaking now. Actually shaking. He can’t even feel his legs right now, and even if he could, he doubts he has the strength left to hold himself up. He’s helpless. Impaling himself by slow degrees.
Mingjue-ge presses soft kisses down his neck as he lifts Jiang Cheng straighter and straighter.
Just when Jiang Cheng is almost completely sat, Mingjue-ge lifts his face to capture Jiang Cheng’s lips in his own.
The wet, hot brush of Mingjue-ge’s tongue against his own is distracting enough that Jiang Cheng doesn’t feel Mingjue-ge’s hands leave the small of his back and grab both of his ass cheeks to spread them open.
Mingjue-ge slides up in one fluid motion.
“No, no,” Jiang Cheng sobs. He doesn’t know if he wants to push away from Mingjue-ge or hold him tighter. Mingjue-ge pulls out before he can make a decision.
“Wh—!” Mingjue-ge slides back in before Jiang Cheng can say anything. He sets a brutal pace. It’s all Jiang Cheng can do to hold on. In this position, it feels like maybe Mingjue-ge’s dick is all the way in his stomach and that’s got to be messing up all his insides and he feels so hot and cold and he can’t even close his mouth it’s fucking humiliating and insane. He knows he’s slobbering like a fucking dog but he can’t help it.
“Ge… ge,” Jiang Cheng moans, “I can’t… I—“
Mingjue-ge just lifts Jiang Cheng then and turns him around so that his chest and face are pressed up against the wall.
One hand is pressed up against Jiang Cheng’s stomach, keeping him from just sliding back down onto the bed, and the other hand snakes down to press one finger on the tip of Jiang Cheng’s weeping cock.
“Little Jiang Cheng is telling me you can,” Mingjue-ge says, his breath hot against Jiang Cheng’s ear.
“He’s a liar,” Jiang Cheng sobs, “that fucking lying piece of —- mmm!”
“Okay, okay,” Mingjue-ge says placatingly, his hand rubbing small, soothing circles on Jiang Cheng’s stomach. “Let me finish and I’ll let you rest.”
Both Mingjue-ge’s hands come up to play with Jiang Cheng’s nipples and Mingjue-ge’s mouth sucks gently on the side of Jiang Cheng’s neck as the speed of his thrusts increase.
“No! Not there! Ge… Ge!”
Jiang Cheng has no clue when Mingjue-ge finishes because his vision goes white and there’s a strange ringing in his ear and…
Well it turns out Little Jiang Cheng isn’t a liar after all.
Mingjue-ge is wiping down Jiang Cheng’s body with a wet towel when Jiang Cheng comes to.
“I told you I couldn’t take it,” Jiang Cheng says, glaring weakly at Mingjue-ge. His voice is groggy again and it kind of hurts to swallow.
But his throat always hurts when he sucks Mingjue-ge off, so that’s not really a concern. The human throat really isn’t built to deepthroat a cock as big as Mingjue-ge’s but Jiang Cheng can’t help but try.
Mingjue-ge doesn’t say anything, but he opens a water bottle and lifts Jiang Cheng’s head with his giant hand so he can drink.
When Jiang Cheng is finished drinking, Mingjue-ge lays him back down and rubs his fingers soothingly over Jiang Cheng’s forehead.
“You took it just fine,” he says.
“Mm,” Jiang Cheng hums, feeling the comfortable sense of zen blanket over him again. “Who else are you fucking now? Tell me so I can make sure they’re a real person. I refuse to believe that there’s another fucker in the world who can take your entire cock like I can.”
Mingjue-ge is quiet for a long while. Long enough that Jiang Cheng thinks that maybe Mingjue-ge is just going to ignore his post-fuck nonsense.
“You’re the only one I’m sleeping with,” Mingjue-ge says suddenly. His movements steady as he continues to wipe down Jiang Cheng’s body. “The only one that I want to sleep with.”
It’s nothing.
Nothing.
It just means that Mingjue-ge thinks Jiang Cheng is a good lay.
But it still makes Jiang Cheng’s chest go weirdly hot. He feels… satisfied. Like maybe he won first place in a competition he didn’t even enter. Like he ate just the right amount and nothing was left on his plate. Like maybe he was fucked into nirvana.
Jiang Cheng feels Mingjue-ge get off the bed and hears him walk to the bathroom. He hears the water run for a moment and he hears Mingjue-ge come back and feels the mattress sink as he takes a seat once again.
A warm, wet towel runs gently over Jiang Cheng’s face.
He knows he must have dried tears and snot and spit all over his face and it should be embarrassing, but Mingjue-ge is the one responsible for it so it’s only right that he cleans it. So not embarrassing. Jiang Cheng refuses to be embarrassed by it.
Jiang Cheng is zen.
“Are you going to the gym again? Or was this orgasm not good enough,” Jiang Cheng asks, in a good enough mood to be snarky.
“I’m in love with you,” Mingjue-ge replies.
It’s an interesting change of pace from Mingjue-ge.
“Huh,” Jiang Cheng says after a long silence. “So… do you want to stop fucking for a while? How many days will it take you to get over it? A week? A month?” Because as unfortunate as it is that Mingjue-ge is currently in love with him, Jiang Cheng refuses to lose Mingjue-ge’s magic cock.
“I’m going to the gym,” Mingjue-ge says.
Another interesting change of pace.
Mingjue-ge gets ready in silence. Jiang Cheng watches him get ready in silence.
Jiang Cheng wonders if the silence is actually heavy or if he’s the only one who feels that way. He also wonders if his answer pissed Mingjue-ge off.
He feels cold again. Stupid air conditioning.
Mingjue-ge walks back over to him once he’s finished getting dressed. He’s wearing that stupid slutty tank top again (it’s white this time - what a complete slut). At least he’s not wearing his short shorts - even though the shorts he’s currently wearing are pretty short anyway.
Mingjue-ge sits down next to Jiang Cheng and leans over to pull the duvet over Jiang Cheng and tuck him in.
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to Jiang Cheng’s temple. “I don’t want to stop sleeping with you,” he says, “And I’m never going to get over it.”
Jiang Cheng looks up at Mingjue-ge, wide-eyed, as he straightens up.
His face must look funny because the corner of Mingjue-ge’s lip lifts up again.
Huge fingers run over his forehead.
“I’m a little more in love with you than you think, so hurry up and fall in love with me too.”
Mingjue-ge just… leaves Jiang Cheng like that. Too tired to leave the bed and too shocked to fall asleep.
Jiang Cheng doesn’t know what to do with Mingjue-ge’s sudden confession so he does what he does best - ignores it.
It’s a great plan and it works out perfectly for him.
He still sleeps with Mingjue-ge at least three times a week (Fucking at least two of those three times). He still eats dinner with Mingjue-ge, sometimes breakfast, sometimes lunch. Sometimes they go to the gym together, and… and everything is perfect.
Mingjue-ge never brings up that he’s in love with Jiang Cheng and Jiang Cheng just goes on with his life, thinking that maybe Mingjue-ge’s confession was a hallucination of his.
Months go peacefully by.
And everything is perfect until…
“What’re you going to get Da-ge for Valentine’s Day?” Stupid Wei Wuxian asks, stupidly.
“Why would I get anything for Mingjue-ge for Valentine’s Day?” Jiang Cheng asks, shoving Wei Wuxian’s stupid long legs off of his chair irritably.
“Uh… cause you guys are dating?” Wei Wuxian replies stupidly.
“Who am I dating?” Jiang Cheng snorts. “We’re just fucking.”
Wei Wuxian stares at him with his huge, judge-y eyes.
“We’re not dating!” Jiang Cheng says emphatically.
“Why not?” Wei Wuxian asks.
Of all the things Wei Wuxian could have said in that moment, the ‘why not’ hits Jiang Cheng strangely. A strange ache in his chest that he chalks up to heartburn.
“None of your business,” Jiang Cheng says, his voice sounding weak even in his own ears. “Shut the fuck up before I beat you to death.”
“I mean is it Da-ge?” Wei Wuxian asks, his eyebrows scrunching up worriedly. “Is he just stringing you along? Does he refuse to settle down with just you? I mean I know he dresses like a floozy but I always thought he was a one-man type of guy.”
Jiang Cheng grabs whatever is nearest to him and throws it at Wei Wuxian. It turns out to be a book.
“He doesn’t dress like a floozy,” Jiang Cheng growls out, feeling strangely offended on Mingjue-ge’s behalf. “You dress like a floozy.”
Wei Wuxian, annoying as always, opens the book Jiang Cheng had thrown at him and flips through the pages, unbothered. “I dress like a floozy but I am a one-man type of guy so it cancels out.”
Stupid logic. Stupid Wei Wuxian logic that makes stupid fucking sense when it shouldn’t.
“Shut up,” Jiang Cheng sighs, “You’re so fucking annoying. Nobody in the world can stand your voice.”
“Lan Zhan loves the sound of my voice,” Wei Wuxian says, smiling beautifically at him.
“Your ‘Lan Zhan’, is also a certified grade-one weirdo,” Jiang Cheng replies bitingly.
“At least Lan Zhan’s not the type of trash to string me along!” Wei Wuxian snarls back, throwing the book back at Jiang Cheng. “We only fucked once we were official. He’s a complete gentleman!”
Wei Wuxian’s reply surprises a snort out of Jiang Cheng so he fails at catching the book - which is fucking embarrassing and annoying.
“Fine, fine,” Jiang Cheng acquiesces with a roll of his eyes. “Your weirdo is a gentleman. Big deal. I bet he can’t fuck half as well as Mingjue-ge can.”
“I’d bet he fucks way better,” Wei Wuxian says. “Word on the street is that Da-ge is huge all over. I bet he just relies on that and has no technique.”
Jiang Cheng doesn’t know why it makes him so irrationally mad to hear that anyone on any street is talking about Mingjue-ge’s dick and how he is in bed.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, grasping around to see if there’s anything else he can throw at Wei Wuxian. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
Wei Wuxian just looks at him with his stupid, huge, eyes, and they’re all sad and worried and ugh… Jiang Cheng wants to throw up.
“I can introduce you to someone nice, A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian says earnestly. “It’s awful that Da-ge is stringing you along like that and, you know what they say, the best way to get over someone is meeting someone new, so…”
It’s too much.
Honestly.
“It’s not Mingjue-ge!” Jiang Cheng roars. And then in an awful, ashamed whisper he says, “It’s me. I’m the one… stringing him along…”
Wei Wuxian stares at him.
And stares at him.
And stares at him.
And his eyes are huge and judge-y and Jiang Cheng just wants to melt in shame.
Finally - finally - he opens his mouth. “That’s not a nice thing to do, A-Cheng.”
No. Fucking. Duh!!!!!!
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Jiang Cheng hisses. “Not everyone can have these fairytale romances like you and jie, okay? I’m a good fuck buddy - I’m not a good… I’m not a good boyfriend! You know this! Look how badly I fucked it up with Wen Qing. I’m… I’m just not…” The words die at his lips. He feels angry and ashamed and guilty and angry and fucking angry and fucking stupid Wei Wuxian with his stupid judge-y eyes and his stupid questions and… Fuck!
He buries his face in his hands. Annoyed that he can’t even leave because this is his fucking room and why the fuck should he be the one running out with his tail between his legs?
They sit in silence a long while. Wei Wuxian probably just staring at him with his huge judge-y eyes and Jiang Cheng just… stewing.
Finally, Wei Wuxian gets a clue and Jiang Cheng hears him get off of Jiang Cheng’s bed - to hopefully leave Jiang Cheng’s room and let Jiang Cheng die of embarrassment and rage in peace.
But… of course, it’s Wei Wuxian so that doesn’t happen.
Jiang Cheng feels Wei Wuxian’s arms go around his neck in a loose hug and feels Wei Wuxian rest his huge head on his.
“You’re not who you were at sixteen, A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian says, rubbing his head on Jiang Cheng’s like a cat. A poor attempt at soothing, Jiang Cheng is sure.
“Yeah, I know,” Jiang Cheng says sullenly. He knows. He knows. He knows.
“You were never a bad guy. You just met Wen Qing at the… wrong time. It was… difficult for everyone.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Wen Qing doesn’t hold it against you.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Da-ge is hot as fuck and there’s a line of twinks waiting for your to fuck off out of the picture.”
“Yeah — wait!” Jiang Cheng breaks out of Wei Wuxian’s weird hug and turns to look at him. “Are you serious?”
Wei Wuxian looks down at him and nods solemnly. “Supposedly Da-ge hasn’t so much as looked at another person since you and him started… hooking up. The gays are furious with you for keeping him to yourself.”
Jiang Cheng isn’t sure how he feels about that… it feels like a strange mix of pleasure and rage and he kind of feels nauseous.
He stands up then and pushes Wei Wuxian towards the door.
“Okay, you’ve said enough. Leave.”
Wei Wuxian is relatively compliant. Only digging his heels in a little. “I think I’m going to make some homemade chocolates for Lan Zhan this year,” he says conversationally, as if he isn’t currently being manhandled out of the room. “Let me know if you want to make some with me. I’m buying the ingredients and supplies tomorrow.”
“You just never shut the fuck up, huh?” Jiang Cheng asks. And before Wei Wuxian can answer, he shuts the door.
Jiang Cheng ends up making chocolates.
He almost walks out when he sees the molds Wei Wuxian bought - little thumb sized penises, exaggerated kissy-lips, childish hearts - but he ends up staying because Wei Wuxian makes that stupid sad face of his and says, “I was looking forward to making these with you…”
Jiang Cheng is a fucking sucker and he hates himself.
Yanli-jie ends up joining them too, so all-in-all it ends up not too terrible of a time.
She giggles delightedly at Wei Wuxian’s stupid molds. “A-Xuan is going to be so mortified by these,” she laughs. “I can’t wait to see his face when I give these to him.”
Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng laugh along with Yanli.
“I bet he’ll make that constipated face that he makes whenever he has to be nice to us,” Wei Wuxian says, knocking Jiang Cheng’s shoulder with his own. “You know the one where he pretends to love spending time with us but he just looks super pained?”
“Oh this one?” Jiang Cheng asks, and spreads his mouth in a horrific fake smile and tightens his eyebrows strangely - the exact face that stupid peacock makes whenever Yanli makes him spend even one minute alone with Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng.
The entire table falls into laughter.
“Yes! That’s the one!” Wei Wuxian crows.
“Oh, come on,” Yanli says, giggling so hard her shoulders shake, “You’re exaggerating. It’s not that bad.”
“Love has blinded you, jie,” Jiang Cheng says with a shake of his head.
The chocolates come out better than expected.
Jiang Cheng chooses to put them in a tupperware instead of one of the fancy boxes Wei Wuxian had prepared for them because… because he feels a bit stupid.
They’re not even dating and Jiang Cheng is making chocolates.
Who knows if Mingjue-ge even likes him anymore?
It’s been months and Mingjue-ge hasn’t said anything since that nonchalant confession.
Maybe Mingjue-ge’s changed his mind and Jiang Cheng is going to look like an idiot tomorrow giving chocolates to his fuck buddy.
Maybe.
Still. Jiang Cheng goes to sleep that night, wondering what Mingjue-ge’s face will look like when Jiang Cheng gives him chocolates.
Jiang Cheng takes the chocolates out and puts them back into his bag about a thousand times before he leaves his house to go to Mingjue-ge’s.
They didn’t make any plans to meet today but…
Well… Mingjue-ge wouldn’t refuse him, right?
Right?
He shoves the chocolates into the bottom of his back and quickly runs out of his house before he can change his mind.
He walks to Mingjue-ge’s house. It’s a forty-minute walk normally, but Jiang Cheng takes the long way today. Winding around to pass by the gym he and Mingjue-ge frequent in hopes of running into Mingjue-ge there.
It’s just a chance, but if he ran into Mingjue-ge there that would make his plan go by so much more smoothly. He could pretend that he just saw Mingjue-ge by chance. Talk to Mingjue-ge a little. Feel him out. Maybe get invited to back to Mingjue-ge’s place instead of just showing up there like a fucking loser.
He’s busy imagining his perfect scenario when he reaches the gym.
A miracle of miracle happens and Mingjue-ge actually is standing in front of the fucking gym.
Jiang Cheng stops in his tracks and blinks rapidly. He’s not hallucinating this right?
Mingjue-ge is actually standing there…
It’s winter so he’s not wearing his slut shorts… No… He’s wearing something much worse.
He’s in fucking leggings.
His thin ass jacket (that is unzipped far enough down that Jiang Cheng can see his chest) barely covers his ass, and the leggings are so fucking tight that Jiang Cheng can see the crease of Mingjue-ge’s ass right above his perfect hamstring.
And to make matters worse, Wei Wuxian’s weird ass boyfriend’s perfect brother is talking to Mingjue-ge.
Jiang Cheng is too far away to hear exactly what they’re talking about. All he knows is that Lan Huan is fucking beaming up at Mingjue-ge. Laughing like Mingjue-ge said something funny - and Jiang Cheng knows for a fact that nothing Mingjue-ge has ever said in his life could be considered funny.
The final nail on the coffin is the way Mingjue-ge looks away like he’s fucking embarrassed . Like he’s fucking shy .
Jiang Cheng watches in slow motion as Lan Huan hands Mingjue-ge a… a box…
A fucking box…
On fucking Valentine’s Day.
He’s there before he’s conscious of it. Taking Mingjue-ge’s huge hand in his and forcibly dragging him away from the slutty, no-good, pretty faced motherfucker, Lan Huan.
He hears Mingjue-ge call out his name in confusion but it’s too late for talking to explaining or whatever the fuck rational people do.
He drags Mingjue-ge all the back… to Mingjue-ge’s apartment…
“What’s going on?” Mingjue-ge asks when they enter the apartment.
Jiang Cheng just paces back and forth - like a crazy person. Mingjue-ge is such a nice person, he thinks wildly. He just let Jiang Cheng drag him like that for ten minutes. He could have stopped Jiang Cheng at any time but he just let himself be dragged away like that and then dragged all the way back to his apartment with no questions or answers or what the fuck. He probably thinks Jiang Cheng is so weird. He’s probably regretting ever telling Jiang Cheng that he loved him - hell, he’s probably regretting ever sticking his dick in someone as insane as Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng just keeps pacing back and forth, his thoughts getting increasingly more crazy before he feels two hands grab him by his shoulders and hold him still.
He looks up dazedly at Mingjue-ge’s perfect face.
“Jiang Cheng,” Mingjue-ge says slowly, “What’s wrong?”
“You said you wouldn’t stop loving me,” Jiang Cheng says (like an insane person).
Mingjue-ge just blinks down at Jiang Cheng in obvious confusion.
His silence just riles up Jiang Cheng more.
“I mean, I don’t even get why you would say that to me,” Jiang Cheng says rapidly, “Were you just fucking with me? Did you find out that I liked you and felt bad or something? I mean I know I’m insane but you didn’t - I mean everyone says you're such a good guy. And, I mean, you are. You felt bad for me, right? I just looked really pathetic, huh? And you… you like taking care of people and —“
Mingjue-ge pulls Jiang Cheng into his arms then and forcibly shuts him up by squishing Jiang Cheng’s face into his chest.
“Shh,” Mingjue-ge says, patting Jiang Cheng’s back soothingly. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Just take a breath. It’s okay.”
Jiang Cheng listens to Mingjue-ge’s orders and takes a breath. Mingjue-ge smells like sweat and cologne and it’s so familiar that it does… calm Jiang Cheng a bit.
Mingjue-ge lets Jiang Cheng go after a few breaths. He kind of squats down to look at Jiang Cheng face to face.
“Hey,” he says softly, “What’s wrong? This isn’t like you.”
Jiang Cheng stares back. He takes in Mingjue-ge’s scowly eyebrows. His intense eyes. The perfect line of his nose. The stern set of his mouth. The sharp line of his jaw.
“This is me,” he says finally, feeling cut open and horrible.
Mingjue-ge just looks at him. His eyes impossibly kind and gentle and warm.
It feels like a knife in Jiang Cheng’s chest.
“I’m a horrible boyfriend,” he says, taking a shaky step back from Mingjue-ge. “Like… the absolute worst. I’ll probably get jealous of the way you treat your brother - okay? I already hate the way you dress. I hate that anyone else in the world can see your chest, and I want to burn those short shorts that you like.” Jiang Cheng takes another shaky step back, and this time he brings up his arms to cover his face. He knows he sounds crazy. He knows this is probably the end of him and Mingjue-ge. Covering his face will do nothing to protect him from that but he feels a little safer. “I’ve been sleeping with you all this time… pretending that I didn’t have… feelings for you because… because I wanted to protect you from me.”
Mingjue-ge is quiet and Jiang Cheng isn’t quite brave enough to lower his arms to look at him.
“But I did a shit job. I still… I mean, I’ve been aware of your feelings all this time and I’ve been pretending they didn’t exist. I was hoping that you’d just forget too - that you’d get over it. But now that you’re really over it I’m acting like… I’m sorry,” he admits quietly. “I know what I did to you - what I’m doing to you - is… wrong. I’m… sorry.”
Wei Wuxian was right. What he did to Mingjue-ge was just… mean.
People like Jiang Cheng deserved to be strung along but people like Mingjue-ge? Mingjue-ge didn’t deserve that.
He didn’t deserve Jiang Cheng ignoring his feelings - pretending that they didn’t happen. Pretending like they didn’t exist.
Because the truth was Jiang Cheng had known. He had always known. Even before Mingjue-ge had said it out loud. He’d known.
Because what kind of fuck buddy tucks you in? What kind of fuck buddy kisses your temple and makes you dinner and holds you while you sleep? What kind of fuck buddy invites you over just to make you dinner?
Mingjue-ge had been loving him all this time and Jiang Cheng had just closed his eyes to it. Pretended like it didn’t happen and now he was going to lose it. Because he was a fucking idiot.
He feels Mingjue-ge’s hands on his arm, dragging them down from where they’re covering his face. He closes his eyes and prepares to be… punched or whatever. Whatever Mingjue-ge feels he deserves.
He waits for it. Waits for pain. Waits for cruel words. Waits for the “Get out of my apartment, you psycho.”
Instead…
Strong fingers curve along his jaw. A hot palm rests on the side of Jiang Cheng’s cheek.
Jiang Cheng opens his eyes slowly.
“No one’s ever protected me before,” Mingjue-ge says, a small smile on his lips. “Thank you for your concern, but I don’t need it. I want you. I still want you. Jealousy, crazy, and all.”
“But Lan Huan gave you chocolates and you looked so happy talking to him,” Jiang Cheng says, blinking his eyes hard to try to rid them of the burning. He’s not going to cry in front of Mingjue-ge. He’s not. “And Lan Huan is so… pretty… and he’s probably not as crazy as I am.”
Mingjue-ge looks to the side… shyly… again!
“Well,” Mingjue-ge steps back and clears his throat. He puts his hand in his jacket pocket and pulls the box out awkwardly. He thrusts the box towards Jiang Cheng and after an awkward moment, Jiang Cheng takes it.
“I’m shit at stuff like this,” Mingjue-ge says, still not making eye-contact with Jiang Cheng. “Lan Huan’s good at… making stuff… so I asked him to make something for me… But… uh… It’s for you.”
Jiang Cheng looks at the box in his hand. It looks… pretty. Dainty. If he hadn’t just seen Mingjue-ge hand it to him, he would never believe that this box could come from Mingjue-ge.
He opens it carefully.
Inside is one heart.
The size of his palm.
Made of chocolate.
It’s trimmed with what looks like gold foil and in the heart, white frosting writes: “Love You Forever”.
Jiang Cheng looks up at Mingjue-ge.
Mingjue-ge is… still looking away.
“Look, I wasn’t going to give it to you like this,” Mingjue-ge explains in a rapid whisper. “I planned a dinner… I was going to invite you over later… It was going to be more… I have flowers.”
Jiang Cheng quickly runs his arm across his eyes. Quietly wiping away the stupid, stupid tears that might have threatened to fall.
He turns and digs through his bag to find his tupperware. He regrets not using Wei Wuxian’s fancy boxes now. Mingjue-ge deserves so much better than stupid Jiang Cheng with his not-fancy tupperware full of stupid shaped chocolates.
He brings them out and turns to thrust them towards Mingjue-ge anyway.
“I made these for you,” he says. “They’re stupid shapes because Wei Wuxian picked out the molds, but… but I made them… myself… for… you.”
The tupperware fits in one of Mingjue-ge’s hands. It looks oddly small and Jiang Cheng feels even smaller.
Mingjue-ge opens the tupperware and takes one of the chocolates out.
It’s a penis.
A fucking penis.
Mingjue-ge looks at it and looks at Jiang Cheng. The corner of his lip is quirked up and he looks… cute.
“Are you trying to tell me something?” Mingjue-ge asks pointedly.
Oh fuck. Holy fuck. Goddammit to all hell.
“I love you,” Jiang Cheng says, launching himself recklessly into Mingjue-ge’s chest. “I love you and I want your dick in my mouth for the rest of my life - that’s what I’m trying to tell you.”
Mingjue-ge wraps his arms around Jiang Cheng.
“Took you long enough.”
Wei Wuxian, infuriatingly enough, turns out to be right.
Jiang Cheng is not who he was at sixteen. His jealousy isn’t as dark and twisted and uncontrollable as he remembers it being. And he’s not as bad of a boyfriend as he had thought he would be.
Or maybe Mingjue-ge is just easy to please.
Whatever.
He’s laying on Mingjue— no, their bed, and watching Mingjue-ge get dressed for the gym.
He’s wearing his slutty ass tank-top, as usual, but he’s taken to wearing biker shorts under his short shorts today.
“Why are you wearing those?” Jiang Cheng asks, lazily. Luxuriating in his post-coital zen and also enjoying the way his naked body feels on the sheets.
Mingjue-ge looks down at his biker shorts and looks back up at Jiang Cheng, a small smirk on his lips.
“Well whenever I wear these shorts, I end up not being able to go to the gym because you suddenly want to suck my soul out of my dick. So I thought I’d add a layer of protection. For my dick.”
Jiang Cheng puts his thumb down in a thumbs down. “Boo, bad decision,” he says, “Besides, who was the one who said they didn’t need any protection?”
Mingjue-ge walks over to the bed and sits down next to Jiang Cheng. He ruffles Jiang Cheng’s hair fondly and runs his hand down Jiang Cheng’s back gently. “I don’t need protection,” he says, “Just my dick.”
Jiang Cheng squirms his head onto Mingjue-ge’s lap and nuzzles his nose against his dick.
“Mmm, I’ll protect it,” Jiang Cheng mumbles, mouthing along where he knows Mingjue-ge’s sac is.
Mingjue-ge’s huge hand traitorously blocks his advances.
“I need to get to the gym,” Mingjue-ge says, tempering his words with another hair ruffle.
“The bed is so cold without you,” Jiang Cheng whimpers pitifully. He tries to channel Wei Wuxian and look at Mingjue-ge with huge, sad eyes.
They don’t seem to work at all on Mingjue-ge, who just lifts Jiang Cheng’s head off of his lap and moves him so that he’s laid straight on the bed again. He covers Jiang Cheng with the duvet and kisses Jiang Cheng on his forehead.
Then on his temple.
Then on each of his eyelids.
Then his nose.
And finally…
A soft kiss on Jiang Cheng’s lips.
“Be good, I’ll be back soon.”
Jiang Cheng slips into sleep quickly as Mingjue-ge leaves.
He dreams good dreams.
Softness, kindness, light.
Afterall, Jiang Cheng is zen.
#The untamed#mdzs#mingcheng#nie mingjue#jiang cheng#initially only wrote this because I wanted to write the line#love you a little more than you think#how did that balloon up this 6k idk#at least now that this is out of my head i can focus on my other stories#right?#...#right??
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categories: suspense, (possibly angst), smut!
pairings: ot7 x reader
genre: mafia!bts, mafia!reader
warnings: curse word, guns mentioned, jimin gets a blow job,hoseok vv skeptical of reader!! , dirty talk, mention of crime
[seeing the warm response, here is the first chapter!]
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From the outset of your meeting, something had told them that you were different. Perhaps it was the sway of your hips as you sauntered over to the boldest of them and cleared your throat as though you belonged there. Or it could have been your first meeting with the third oldest that sent them all trembling in their knees.
You had come across Park Jimin first. He was well renown for his negotiation strategies and his excellence in persuasion. It was a rarity that they did not show up together, but you found yourself more privy to taking chances than questioning why the blonde man had come alone.
“You must be Park Jimin,” You greet him with a hand resting on the small of his back. Your voice is anything but soft and demure, but it has Jimin turning on his heels to face you with amusement. It was rare that women approached him and dared to call him by his first name in a tone that sounded as demanding as yours did.
Jimin’s brow raises at you as he tries to recognize you. He knows better than to assume you have come with someone - no one would dare let their woman come within fifteen feet of the Seven’s prized Casanova. Too often, he had also been approached by opportunists eager to seek their teeth into him, but something about your poise had him thinking differently. Were you someone who was different? “That is me.. and who might you be?”
“You can find out if you keep me interested.” You remark simply as you glance over the men who have long stopped talking to focus on the dynamic between Jimin and you. “I’ve heard about you and I wanted to see for myself if the rumors are true.”
“And if they are?” Jimin replies as he unbuttons the bottom button of his blazer to tuck his right hand into his pocket. Your confidence is far too high for a rookie, yet your boldness is too much for a seasoned veteran. He’s certain he’s never seen your face here before, so why was he still giving you the time of day?
You scoff at his words, “I’d say that you’re worthy of a pursuit then.” You purposely bump your shoulder with his when you pass by, slipping a piece of paper into his palm as you leave just as quickly as you came.
Your lasting impression did not take much for Jimin to join you in the piano room on the second floor fifteen minutes later. He was well aware of the alarming degree of your presence; how he did not have the slightest clue as to who you are and other guests at the party remarking you as the daughter of so-and-so, but he could not draw up an image that could make up for the fraction of your presence. God, it only made him want you ten times more.
“You’re the predictable one, huh?” You remark when you hear the mahogany door close. Leather shoes cross the floor when you are greed by a kneeling Jimin accompanied with a smirk on his face. “I see you read my note.”
Jimin scoffs, “I think it was rather bold of you to tell me your plans.” It had been bold to tell Jimin that you anticipated him taking you home that night. “You know who I am. Do you think I am that foolish to take you back to the place where my brothers and I live?”
Brothers. The smile on your face only spreads. They really did believe that fictitious lie that everyone said they did. “No. If I did, I would have targeted the eldest one. He’s much more fun to play with.” You say as you look up from over your book to meet the hardening look of Jimin. Competition must have been ingrained in them. “I don’t like to blindside people. It’s much more fun to see how you’ll stop me. It would keep both of us guessing. Don’t you think?”
“Mmmm.” Jimin remarks as he sits on the coffee table in front of you. His eyes meticulously run over your clothes: he takes in the curve of your hips, the way the velvet appears to hug you in all the right places, but something feels off. He notices no bulge of a knife or the sliver of a gun. “You came here unarmed?”
You close the book and place it to the side, “If I wanted to kill someone, I would do it with my hands. That’s how I do most things. I like things messy.”
“Fuck,” Jimin rasps as he brings his hand to his mouth. He’s far more invested in the double entendre you’ve elicited from him. It was a rule that the Seven held that they would not bring anyone, under absolutely no circumstances, to their shared home. That was the Sanctuary. That was where their plans were made, where their livelihoods lived, and how they were able to escape from their daily life. Yet, there was no rule in him bringing you back to his apartment. Right?
So that was what brought you to where you were now, on your knees with your cheeks hollow full of Jimin’s hard cock in your mouth. His pants are bunched at his ankles as he guides his hand on the back of your head with an anything but soothing touch. He’s a demanding lover, but it’s nothing you can’t handle.
“Fuck, you sound so pretty choking on my cock like this. Wanna cum all over your pretty tits and make you mine over and over again…” Jimin’s voice has dropped another octave the second his cock hits the back of your throat. He’s left perplexed as your tongue grazes over the underside of his cock and he barely needs to guide you to his own pleasure.
Just who the hell were you?
He’s nearly gone as his hips bucking into your mouth with every thrust of his hips. His cock throbs inside of your mouth, wanting to feel all of you in every way possible. His praise doesn’t stop, “Can’t wait to feel what your tight pussy is like… you’re already being a good girl taking my cock like this. Imagine how nice it’ll feel with my thick cock in your wet cunt, begging for more of me like the good slut you are.” His words do have an effect on you, especially evident with your arousal that has long begun to peek from your thighs onto your Givenchy dress to leave love stains. Jimin’s experienced enough to know what good sex feels like, and somehow, you were beyond his expectations. It takes everything in him to not cum in your mouth immediately - especially with your dress sliding down your shoulder to show the curve of your breast or hot he spots your fingers creeping between your thighs as you tease your clit from how pretty he sounded.
“Wanna cum inside of you,” Jimin grunts as another thrill of pleasure runs through him at the thought. His chest rises and falls in anticipation as he feels the familiar knot in his stomach further entangle itself from your ministrations. You long have opted to choke on his cock, somehow being correct in your assumption that it boosted his ego. “Fuck- fuck-fuck,” He closes his eyes tightly, “Soojin-ah, please.”
You almost don’t catch your alias that leaves his lips, but you pull away with a lewd pop. “Ah? Is Park Jimin so fucked out that he can’t even speak? Mmm? Did I suck your cock that good where you can’t talk?” You ask as your nail traces along his jawline. He’s not used to someone speaking to him so lewdly, but that only spurs the leaking precut from his cock to grow. You’re so fucking hot that he can’t even stand it. “Use your words.”
“Make me.” He bites back before gripping you by your hips in one swift motion and sinking you down onto his cock. The sudden stretch leads you caught off guard, but you no longer feel empty when Jimin begins to thrust his hips deeper into your wet sex. Your hips soon match his own cadence, rising and falling like a piano crescendo as you ride his cock. “Shit. Who taught you to ride like this? You’re such a good slut and all for me, huh?”
Ah. All for him. You almost laugh. Clearly he had a possession kink. “Mmm,” You moan in pleasure as he soon gives your neglected clit attention. His fingers draw figure eight’s around the sensitive gem, making you bend into him as his hips rhythmically meet your g-spot over and over again. “Jimin, you’re fucking me so good…”
“I know baby,” He rasps before slapping your ass for added stimulation. You hate how easy it is for him to conjure up the tightness in your stomach, your own pussy aching for more from how sexy he looks: his lips stained with your lipstick, the tie loosely dangling from his neck as his shirt is unbuttoned all the way with red marks reminiscent of the bites you left on him. You, too, had a preference for leaving your mark on people. To add on to that, his tattoos are like hidden jewels kissing his skin. He’s beautiful. “Your pussy’s so fucking good that I might just keep coming back to you,” He grunts as he bottoms out inside of you and you’re filled to the hilt. It’s more than enough for you to squeeze him closer by his shoulder, sighing as you roll your hips against his own for the added friction.
“I’m close, Jimin-“ You rasp when he stills inside of you. The ache in you returns, wanting more of his hard thrusts. “Fuck me harder… I’m going to cum-“
Jimin moans, “Me too, beautiful.” He groans as he pistons his hips deeper into your sex. The sound of skin clapping against skin fills the room, soon accompanied by your own moans and Jimin’s own of pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight for me, yeah? Only I can fuck you like this.” He bites into the crevice of your shoulder when he bottoms out inside of you one last time. “Fuck, I’m going to cum-“
He blossoms inside of you without another word, grunting in pleasure as his fingers rub against your own clit more furiously to drag you down to your own high. It only takes one, two, three more strokes before you’re wilting inside of him as his cum fills you to the brink. “J-jimin,” you stammer out as he continues to ride out both of your highs, your dress long torn and bunched around your waist forgotten until he begins to overstimulate you. “P-please-“
“Round 2?” He rasps as his eyes flash mischievously. His cock still inside of you, eager for another round. He’s hungry for you - starving practically despite your previous rendezvous. “You’re so good, baby.” He sounds so sure of it, like he can read you like the back of his hand.
You can’t wait to ruin him.
The next morning, Jimin sleeps soundly in bed. He does not notice the way you slip out of bed undetected and make your way towards his drawers. You noticed in the heat to the night the camera that seemed to follow your every move and only wave to it sweetly. You would have to dig through his belongings later. Now, you would be good and properly feed yourself. And at least Jimin. It was his kitchen, after all.
You pad your way downstairs, focused on satiating the growl in your stomach rather than sleeping Jimin. You would think that he would have awoken the second you turned, but he must have been exhausted beyond repair. He had been rather generous….
“Who the hell are you?” A voice calls out to you and you instantly turn around to be faced with Three of Seven. He looks at you, perplexed. It was unlike Jimin to let his one-night stands stay the night, let alone cook in his kitchen and play house. The younger had often been one to sleep in, but this state of him not answering forced the elder to come visit.
“Jung Hoseok.” You say in an almost robotic tone and smile as you turn off the stove. He watches your every move like a trained soldier - it is quite literally what he is as he moves across the island to approach you. “You’re Three, right?” You ask, smirking to yourself in pure amusement as his face contorts in an unreadable expression.
So you weren’t a dumb one-night stand.
In an imperceptible flash, Hoseok makes his way towards you to pin you against the ground. Two long strides across the kitchen and a swipe across the floor has him knocking you to the ground. Never one to go down without a fight, you grip the fabric of his shirt to pull him down with you before elbowing him in the gut just as quickly as he has made you crumble. He groans from the sudden impact, but doesn’t let up as he pins your hands above your head and sinks his own hips onto yours to stifle your movements.
“Who the hell are you?” He repeats, seeing that he has you trapped.
Nevertheless, you muster all the energy from your lower half of your body to roll on top of him and pin his arms above your own. “Someone you should be worried about.”
A third voice cuts in, presumbly the man you slept with last night from the way he saunters downstairs. “What is going on here?” Jimin asks with a lazy rub of his eye. He is surprised to see you entangled with Hoseok - the older man supplanted under you, much like Jimin was the night before, but under very different circumstances. “Yah… Soojin-ah,” You almost forget to respond to your falsehood, but your head snaps up to bat your lashes at Jimin. “Ah. Did you have fun with hyung?”
“Why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone?” Hoseok asks from below you. He grips his side, still surprised at the swiftness of your move and the blunt force of your actions. Who trained you?
“I was asleep.” Jimin replies simply before sniffing the air. “You made pancakes?” He looks a bit disheveled, but ever the gentleman, extends his hand out to pull you off of Hoseok and into his arm lazily. “They’re not poisoned, right?”
“I’ll eat them all and leave you to starve if that is the invitation that you are extending to me.” You remark with a laugh escaping from Jimin.
Jimin is unfazed by your words. He’s only enthralled by your remarks. He’s already been inside of you. He’s confident you wouldn’t give him up so easily. “She’s got a cute sense of humor, doesn’t she, hyung?”
“You didn’t tell her any of our names.. did you?” Hoseok asks with narrowed brows as he brushes himself off and leans against the island. He’s in slight pain, but it’s not as worse as it could have been. You could have easily broken his ribs but opted for minute soreness. He would overcome it.
Jimin shakes his head, “I’m not stupid. She randomly knew mine.” Jimin inspects you for a moment as his brows furrow. “Come to think of it.. you haven’t told me how you knew of me. You don’t seem like a newbie, but you haven’t been well enough for me to know who you are.” He directs his words to you, but there seems to be more hints of curiosity rather than animosity. It’s reassuring. “She seems dangerous, hyung. I like it.”
Rolling your eyes, you unwrap Jimin’s arm from your waist to return to your pancakes and sigh. “Jung Hoseok, would you also like one?”
“She could be an assassin and you just let her walk right on in.” Hoseok says, less amused that the younger man has thought with his nether regions rather than his brain. “What if she killed you in your sleep?”
“But she didn’t.” Jimin remarks as he sits down at the bar stool to admire your back.
Deciding to defend your reputation, “That’s much too easy. If I wanted to kill him or you, I would let you know ahead of time. I don’t like surprises.” You say simply as you flip the pancake onto a plate and set it down. “You’ve got to be aware. It’s not what you see that matters, it’s what you don’t.” You reply before cutting into the pancake to reveal the chocolate chips embedded in them. You cut a sizable piece from each pancake to demonstrate that the pancakes were, in fact, not poisoned and take a bite bite. “See?”
“Whoa,” Jimin compliments as you slide the plate in front of him and begins to eat them. He is still cautious to take a bite, but he is only met with the chocolate melting in his mouth. It almost taste as good as you do. Almost. “This is delicious! Hyung, try some.”
Hoseok eyes you suspiciously before taking a section from your own plate and bites into it. He, too, is only met with chocolate-y goodness and hums. “I’m watching you.”
“Please do.” You remark fondly, only for Jimin to send you a pout of disapproval. He was a paradox of a man, you realize. He’s adorable one minute yet meticulous the next. It keeps you interested. You take a nibble on your pancake as you eat while waiting for the two of them to speak - talk - say anything about their plans are, but both of them only opt to watch you.
While Hoseok is more reserved, he can not fight the curiosity that looms over him from your presence. It was rare that Jimin ever let someone stay in his place, especially over night with the king of work that they did. It was obvious enough that you were someone to not be trifled with, but what the hell was your deal? “Who do you work for?” He asks bluntly as wiping the corner of his mouth.
“I work for myself.” You state with a shrug of your shoulders. Jimin only smirks at your response and nods. He had gathered that much. You gave him far too much cheek to be tied down to any one organization, but you did have a lot of balls to come home with him.
Jimin clears his throat before grabbing a cup of milk, “She’s a tough cookie, hyung. She didn’t tell me much about her. Think I’m going to have to investigate myself.” He chirps with a small smirk. He soon begins cutting into his sausage and eggs with a wide smile. “I can’t say I don’t enjoy the chase though. She’s worth chasing after.”
“Stop thinking with your dick and use your brains,” Hoseok murmurs despite scarfing down another pancake. “Look, whoever you are…. Don’t think because you’re here that we won’t stop watching you. We deal wit people like you all the time. You grow comfortable. You get careless. You stop following the rules and make mistakes. If you do happen to have some hidden agenda, I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your brain, myself.”
You merely blink at his words before finishing your breakfast. “Wow. You really know how to get me going, don’t you, Hoseok-ah?” You wink as his expression hardens from how informally you call him. You fold your arms behind your back as you take a step forward to him. “You must be so confused about how this is going to work, so let me tell you.”
Jimin leans forward at your threat. It’s caught his interest, especially since he has yet to figure you out.
“I don’t care if you think you’re going to end me. If you do, I’d think you’re more talented than I assumed.” You remark as your eyes never look away from his. “You’re no match for me. If I had an agenda, I would tell you what it is.. but I’m innocent.” You poke his chest for good measure and smiles. “After all, there’s only one of me and seven of you, right? Wouldn’t that be a death wish for me to do something like that?”
Hoseok scoffs, “You could be a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” He gives you a once over. “I don’t take kindly to fakes. So if you have a hidden agenda, I’ll preface by telling you to lose it. You’re too pretty to be getting yourself entangled with people like us. Didn’t they tell you that when you mess with fire, you might just get burnt?”
You would be offended if you didn’t acknowledge he didn’t have the slightest clue about who you were. “There have been foxes who outsmarts wolves.” You quip as your eyes scan over his features. It’s honestly a shame how handsome he is when you can only think of your master plan - your own ambitions to take the single thing they hold most dear to them away. “But if you threaten me with fire, let’s just say I won’t be the only one getting burned.”
This leaves both of the men equally speechless from your words. A fox? The two of them share a glance, as though exchanging an unspoken word in acknowledgement. Crafty.
Those were the days where they realized you had left them all of the clues: you had evidently left traces of your own plans from the beginning. It long leaves Jungkook more agitated while tapping his fingers against the leather seat with Yoongi at his side. How the hell had they had missed that?
“Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, there’s a message left for you.” One of their servants enters the room. She can sense the tension that has long filled the room since you escaped from them two weeks ago.
You didn’t even know that it would end like that, did you? You know I had to leave because I was a bit too attached, huh? I must say. I am touched that you went through all of that hard work to try to find me… but I think you could work much harder.
You say you’re wolves, right? I’ll throw you a bone then. You can find me where kings perished, where heads will roll, where a tour is named after me.
Catch me if you can. - YN
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Steamy neighbor - Kakashi Hatake
Kakashi x Reader
Warning: NSFW, nudity mentioned
Find part II here.
I just moved in next to the sexiest ninja alive. But truth be told, he really gets in my nerves.
I met Kakashi Hatake back in the academy and even though my eyes were always involuntarily drawn to his figure, we were never friends. We barely shared more than a couple polite words and a simple sense of camaraderie.
However, lately he’s been truly testing my patience. We’ve discussed every single day since I moved in. He claims that I turn on my lights late at night with the only purpose of disturbing his sleep and he even has the audacity to blame me for arriving late to his activities.
What bothers me the most is that I can’t seem to get him out of my head. He even shows up in my dreams and I’ve been losing my sleep over the whole situation. This morning I feel extraordinarily tired. I decide that I’m not in the mood for cooking, so I’ll just make some juice and grab something on the way.
I sigh heavily as I look up through the kitchen’s window, but something catches my eye. My lungs feel tighter, I can hardly breathe.
Kakashi is cooking something in the stove. Naked. He is cooking naked.
Kakashi’s fucking naked. Right in front of me.
Dear god.
My eyes get lost in the way his shoulder blades shrink and stretch simultaneously with his cooking, his biceps making a show as well. Kakashi has a broad and muscular back that leads the way to his magnificent round ass and those well-built thick thighs. I mean, even his fucking ankles are sexy.
How is it even possible for someone to have such a perfect body?
Is this real?
Am I still sleeping? I scratch my eyes. I’m most definitely not dreaming, the universe simply decided to make me suffer today.
I have no clue of what to do, so I just keep staring for a while. The sight is eye candy.
He looks amazing, even with his mask on. And I can’t help but wonder how he’d look fully naked and without that mask.
Holy shit.
He turns around to grab something and I get a glorious full view. Shit. My lungs aren’t working anymore, this is breathtaking. I can’t even begin to describe what I’m seeing. His athletic chest and his well-defined abdomen are something to die for. And the most overwhelming part is that Kakashi has a morning boner…
Holy shit.
Lord, help me. All of a sudden, I’m seriously considering running to his door and helping my steamy neighbor with his cooking task. I’m losing my mind.
I can’t take this anymore; his back was already too much to handle but the front view is simply unbearable. Impulsively, I knock on the window and as his is partly open, he immediately turns to me. He looks really sleepy and his deep gaze warms my whole body. I feel the gap between my thighs soaking wet.
“Neighbor, you should really close your curtains” I advise with a thin tone.
He frowns and seems confused at first. But then it hits him.
“Are you enjoying the view?” he smirks playfully.
“I w-wasn’t… I-I didn’t m-mean to…” I nervously mumble as my cheeks turn bright red.
He laughs as he lazily closes his curtains.
I’m lost. There’s no hope for me.
How will I face him now? As soon as I see him, I’ll remember his body and dirty thoughts will cloud my judgement. And if the Hokage assigns us a mission together, I won’t be able to travel by his side and fight rationally. It’s unethical, I shouldn’t be thinking about my naked comrade.
Still unsure of how I’ll face him with a straight face, I decide that the best course of action right now is to hurry the hell up. Maybe that way, I’ll avoid the usual morning encounter.
I break my own record and get ready within fifteen minutes. But as I’m locking the door, I hear Kakashi’s door opening.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I shouldn’t have made that stupid juice; it wasn’t even that good.
“Hey” he says with a stupid smirk on his face.
And surprisingly, I still have the sudden urge to punch his face. Maybe not everything is lost.
“Morning, neighbor” I answer softly, avoiding his eyes.
I start walking down the hallway and he catches up with my step.
“Where are you heading to?”
“I have a meeting with Lord Hokage.”
“Me too.”
I nod silently, it looks like we are walking together to the office.
It’s so awkward. I need a way out.
“Oh, I almost forgot I have to stop by Iruka´s” I quickly make up an excuse to run away.
Kakashi raises his only visible eyebrow.
“I guess I’ll see you in the meeting, Y/n” he says.
I nod again as I start making my way to Iruka’s. I don’t need to stop by but maybe he could share his breakfast with me. In the end, he is my closest friend and I only drank that stupid juice before trying to escape from Kakashi.
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“YOU SAW HIM NAKED?” Iruka is totally freaking out.
“Don’t scream, you doucheface.”
“You know what? I’ve always had the feeling that he paid a lot of attention to you, since the academy” he says with a dreamy voice while he packs breakfast for the both of us. Thankfully, Iruka is also attending the meeting.
“Iruka, are you onto some kind of weed or something?”
“Maybe he did it on purpose. Maybe it’s something he read on Icha Icha.”
“Oh no! Did you put the same substance in my breakfast?” I cry dramatically.
“Y/n, I’m serious here.”
“Iruka, you know that’s nonsense, it was just a sleepy mistake.”
“Fine, I’ll keep the doubts to myself.”
Giggling, I take the lunch he is offering me and happily eat my breakfast as we make our way to the Hokage’s office.
“We were waiting for you” Lord Hokage says as Iruka and I enter the room. There’s only two other people inside, Kakashi and Gai.
“We are sorry Lord Hokage” I stutter. I can feel Kakashi’s strong gaze on me.
Lord Hokage nods and smiles faintly.
“Now that you’re all here, we can start. I have assigned pairs to fulfill a delicate mission. We have reports of strangers lurking in the forest near our village. We don’t know their intentions or if they’re dangerous. You have a week to gather information about them and conclude if they’re a threat or not.”
That’s good. I’ll be paired up with Iruka, as usual and I’ll have a week to fully clear my mind.
“Iruka will team up with Gai and Kakashi with Y/n. I know that’s not the usual, but I want to see how you work together. That’s all, good luck.”
Shit. I’m so screwed.
Iruka chuckles mockingly and I give him a murderous look as we make our way out.
“Iruka!” Gai calls as he approaches us. “Are you free to discuss some details?”
Iruka nods and squeezes my arm warmly as he walks away with Gai.
“So…” I hear Kakashi speak behind me. “We could grab some ramen while we chat about the specifics of the mission.”
“Sure.” I suddenly remember the incident of this morning and my cheeks heat up once again.
“Are you feeling ok?” he smirks, I know he is aware of the reason I’m getting all blushed.
“Uh mmm I-I j-just… I’m sorry about this morning.” I mumble.
“I’m not.” His smile grows as I raise an eyebrow all flustered and confused. “We’ll be working together a whole week, so I might just as well simply confess. I know that every morning you make juice in front of your window and I was aware my curtain was open this morning, Y/n”.
Wait a second… Did he just…? Is he serious?
I loudly clear my throat; I don’t understand anything. “What do you mean?” I inquire.
“I like you, in fact I always have. I never tried anything because I feared having emotional ties affecting my work as a shinobi and honestly, I thought you were dating Iruka. But when you moved in next to me, I realized it was the right time to make a move on you.”
“Oh” I am so surprised that a pig could fly right in front of me and I wouldn’t even notice. “You are a big riddle, Kakashi Hatake. But I like you, too.” As I finish the sentence a smile begins pulling up my lips.
“Well then, it’s good that I asked the Hokage to pair us for this mission.” I chuckle at the master plan of the ever so handsome shinobi next to me as we start walking to the ramen shop.
Hey guys, I hope you’re doing well! This was the first fic I wrote about Kakashi, but I just kept re-writing it over and over again until I finally fully liked the outcome. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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MANMADE FATE
PART TWO OF THREE
Read part one here
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“Come to bed.”
Gavin hummed an absent-minded response.
“Gav...”
“We’re so damn close. We can’t stop now.”
“You’ve been at it for hours and we have work tomorrow. Come to bed.”
Lips pressed against his neck and arms wrapped around his torso from behind. Gavin finally stopped clattering away at his keyboard and leaned into Connor’s embrace.
They both sighed as their eyes fell upon the android laying on their couch in apparent slumber. They had made heaps of progress in the five weeks since smuggling the RK900 out of the Cyberlife warehouse.
His thirium pump now beat steadily and his LED glowed blue. They’d even managed to activate his synth skin (and dressed him in their own clothes when that presented obvious problems)... but they just couldn’t get him to open his eyes.
It was now a mission of their own. Independent of anything North asked of them, and far exceeding the expectations of her original offhand instruction. It made absolutely no sense, but the couple had developed an attachment, if not an obsession, with the RK900.
They’d even named him.
“He kind of looks like a David.”
“Fuck no. Richard.”
“Allen. Shit that reminds me of Sixty’s boss.”
“Maybe he doesn’t need a human name. RK… Nine…. hmm… Nine sounds nice. Nine, Nine… Nines?”
Connor’s eyes had lit up spectacularly at the suggestion and it so came to be that their silent roommate was called Nines.
Outside of detective work and North’s secret errands, Gavin spent all his time poring through the data stolen from Cyberlife in the hope of finding some clue on activating Nines. He’d fall asleep at his workstation and his boyfriend would carry him to bed… but not join him there.
Instead, Connor would resume his place on the floor beside the couch. He’d take his successor model’s hand and whisper to him, pushing parcel after parcel of code through a one-way interface.
A lesser man might have found it creepy to see Connor frozen on the ground in the early hours of the morning, staring deep into a face identical to his own… but Gavin would merely brush a hand through both Connor and Nines’ hair and sit back down at his computer to generate more code for them to try.
This went on for weeks.
Then came the text messages.
Gavin thought it was advertising spam at first.
[Too much caffeine and not enough melatonin. Try decaf.]
[When was the last time you shaved? I can add razor blades to your shopping cart if you like]
[Your couch is really comfortable but a blanket would be nice]
Then one morning Connor had dashed into the bathroom where Gavin was brushing his teeth. It was technically impossible, but the RK800 looked like he was out of breath.
“Gav, he can talk! He’s talking to me! In my head!”
“Mmffff???”
“I think he’s tried to speak to you too.”
Mouth otherwise occupied, Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
His phone buzzed from the edge of the bathroom vanity. He snatched it up.
[Good morning, Gavin. Don’t you look fresh! Told you a shave was in order.]
Gavin went white as a ghost. The toothbrush clattered into the sink and his phone slipped from his grasp. It was saved from landing in the toilet by Connor’s deft catch.
"...Nines?”
“Yes! It’s him! Gavin, I’m so happy I could kiss you but I’d rather you rinse your mouth out first.”
“I haven’t stepped into the living room yet. How the phck did he know I shaved?”
“Er... I might have... don’t be mad, don’t be mad! I gave him access to my peripherals. He can see and sense whatever I do. Poor devil, he’s been immobile for so long. I thought it was only fair to give him some stimuli.”
A lesser man might have found objections to that, but all Gavin did was spit in the sink and pull Connor in for a celebratory kiss.
[Spearmint?]
From that point on, there was new zeal behind their efforts. Gavin furiously wracked his brains for any residual knowledge, any subconscious memory that might explain why Cyberlife had placed the RK900 behind such bars.
But nothing came to mind.
Then North had come knocking on their door.
She shoved past Gavin and barged into their living room. Her brown eyes swept over the prone figure on the couch (now swaddled in fluffy blankets) and pierced through the guilty-looking pair.
“How dare you keep this from me?”
“Err...”
“You found what we were looking for all along and now you want to keep the glory all for yourself? I should have known not to trust a human.”
“The hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb, Reed. This is the Singularity. Cyberlife’s crown jewel.”
“North, I love you, but you sound crazy. He’s just another unlucky experiment and we’re just helping-”
Connor held a hand out.
“What did you say he was?”
“Technological Singularity. I mean, that’s what they used to say about androids in general, Con. Artificial intelligence equivalent or greater to human intellect. But this unit you took from that warehouse... is the holy grail of robotics.”
[Really? I’m more of a digital vegetable at this point than anything else.]
“I went over all our plans again. Every single one of them. My Tracis helped me run through every alternative direction our search could have gone. It all led back to that warehouse! We didn’t end up in the wrong place, guys. We just didn’t know what we were looking for... and it’s that android lying on your overstuffed and ugly couch.”
[Your friend has an excellent sense of humor.]
“North, that makes no sense. He’s not some tech marvel. We can’t even get him awake. There’s too many interlocking protocols preventing-”
Gavin trailed off as realization dawned. He turned to face his boyfriend and found his thoughts mirrored in Connor’s awestruck expression. There was no reason for an ordinary android to have security measures that prevented activation.
They ushered North out of the apartment and began another one of Gavin’s ten-hour coding sprints.
The result was a shockingly simple landing page. An activation code request. Merely six digits of alphanumeric input.
So close… yet so far.
[Go to bed, Gavin. I’ll still be here in the morning.]
Connor pulled the human even closer and clamped his mouth over his throat. Gavin sucked air sharply in through his teeth, tipping his head back to offer more access.
That certainly brought them into the bedroom.
Their clothes landed on the floor in no time and they ended up wound tightly together... breathing and moving against each other in sync... reveling in the intimacy after a long break.
Gavin moaned as a hundred sweet nothings were whispered into the crook of his neck.
“I never thought we would be this close.”
“Mmm…”
“I knew you were kind... but I’d have never dreamed of receiving this love.”
The honeyed voice was laden with emotion that was a shade deeper than expected. Gavin stroked the handsome face and pressed kisses to the perfect cheekbones... closed eyelids... plush lips...
He pulled back to gauge the reaction and the android on top of him sighed blissfully, eyes fluttering open.
Brilliant, sheer, piercing, icy steel blue.
A lesser man might have screamed... jumped out of bed... or maybe just fainted in shock... but Gavin leaned back in... somehow at peace with the fact that the lips on his were Connor’s but there was someone else kissing him...
The rest of their lovemaking was something profound.
The climax was monumental.
Gavin couldn’t prevent the name that escaped his mouth nor the tears that streamed down his face. Connor pulled out with an uncharacteristic roar and fell onto the mattress, LED cycling furiously and chest heaving as his system reset. He blinked several times to restore the chocolate brown irises.
“What the phck did we just do?”
#tw: implied sex#reed1700#reed900#convin#rk1700#rk900#gavin reed#dbh rk900#dbh connor#dbh north#dbh fanfic#dbh#dbh writing#my writing#Reed1700 MANMADE FATE
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| 🎃 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 🎃 |
↪ ✦ casanova ✦
this chapter pairing; incubus!vernon x succubus!reader
genre&warnings; incubus!au, cocky!vernon, lots of banter, breathplay/choking, slight fingering, blowjob, dirty talk, degradation, namecalling, fucking in a public place 😗
notes; oh the way cocky vernon hits so different 🤤🥵 low-key I was imagining bad clue vernon for this one but then I was like mmm thats a little too dapper for this fic so instead my mind was like 🤤🤤🤤 fear era vernon~ Anyway~ oh! I'll make a notice probably tomorrow that I won’t be online this weekend(thurs-sun) at all, but I'll log in to post the last 3 monster mash fics! I’ll also be answering all the thirst posts/comments/etc. throughout the week once I get back! 💕 have a good day/night! all my socal bbys, stay safe! see u tomorrow! 💕🎃👻
word count; ~2600
chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - x - x - x - x
i’m here lying on the bed of your tongue;
my heart listens to the sound of your war drum
steady tiptoeing to your neck of the woods;
i feel danger on your lips but it tastes good.
You take a seat at the bar, legs crossed and a bored expression on your face.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this awful.” The bartender comments, sliding a drink across the countertop. “It’s, uh, on the house.”
“Thanks, Seungcheol.” You mutter, graciously accepting the free drink.
Tonight should’ve been an easy night for you; just a quick visit to a few of your regular humans and you would’ve been easily sated. But for whatever reason, not a single of them provided you with any sort of satisfaction and you’d left out of boredom before they’d even gotten you to cum.
“You okay? You look... Like you’ve seen better days.” He laughs, leaning over the counter top. “It’s Halloween, you out of all people should be busy.” You quickly down the drink in one shot, passing Seungcheol the glass as he goes to fill it up again, back turned to you. “See, you’d think that. But it fuckin’ sucked. Dunno, nothing really satisfied my craving, I guess.”
“And what are you craving, princess?”
A voice from behind you has you spinning on your barstool as you come face to face with Vernon. “Ugh, it’s you.” He laughs lightly, taking a seat next to you as he shrugs his suit jacket off.
“Fuck you mean, ‘ugh’?” Vernon scoffs.
Seungcheol comes back with your drink and one for Vernon as well, sliding them to your side as he sighs. “Okay, why are you both here? Seriously, it’s Halloween! Feeding should be easy!” You roll your eyes, glass in hand as you stare Seungcheol down. “And what are you doing here, Seungcheol? Shouldn’t you be feeding?”
The male raises a brow at you, “What do you think I’m doing on my breaks? This place is crawling with humans trying to get caught up in the mix.”
Vernon sighs next to you, quietly taking a sip of his drink. “And you? Why are you here, Vernon?”
He places his glass down, half turned to face you. “I could ask you the same thing.”
Seungcheol chuckles, hip propped up against the countertop as he butts in. “She said nobody is ‘satisfying’ her tonight.” Vernon’s expression falls into that of understanding as you groan.
“Ugh, ‘Cheol, go mind your business!” The said male backs off laughing, walking towards the other side of the bar to service other patrons.
“Nobody’s satisfying you, huh? And why’s that? All your regulars getting boring?” Vernon asks; a lazy smirk on his features.
“I could ask you the same fuckin’ thing, Vernon. Or is it that you can’t get it up maybe?” You tease.
The smirk falls from his face, eyes squinting at you. “Is that what you think? That I can’t get it up? And how about you? Is that pussy of yours scaring off all of your regulars? Or maybe their dicks are too small and can’t satisfy how fuckin’ much you want your cunt filled.”
You lean in at the same time he does, fingers looping into his necktie as you pull him in even closer.
“You talk like you can satisfy me.”
“Are you tryna find out? ‘Cause I’m willing to let you. But don’t go crying when my cock’s too big for you.” Vernon grins.
“Prove it then, casanova. Show me you’re worth my time.”
Vernon pushes you into the employee restroom, Seungcheol shouting in the background as the door locks into place.
The red lights in the small space make it feel more intimate and sensual; the complete opposite of the way Vernon’s teeth clash with yours when he kisses you hard.
You moan into the kiss, hands tangling into his hair as he presses you into the door and he slots a leg between your own, letting you grind down onto his thigh as he smirks against your lips. It’s a battle for power between the two of you; neither of you willing to give up your natural dominant nature.
Vernon pulls away, eyes hazy and the same cocky smirk on his lips. “So fuckin’ desperate to get fucked, you’ll use my thigh too, huh?”
“Maybe that’s your only charm point?” You retort. He doesn’t take too kindly as he shakes your hands out of his hair and he drags you over to the countertop.
In the mirror, you take in your appearance, your own drunk eyes staring right back at you. “God, you talk so damn much, you know that?” He murmurs, nosing at your neck. His hands roam your body, hiking your dress further and further up until he can run his fingertips over your panties. He wastes no time, locating your clit through the material before he pinches it hard.
“O-oh, fuck!” You cry, eyes clamping shut at his rough touch. Your panties get wetter and wetter and you find yourself grinding your ass into his hardening cock.
Vernon kisses your skin, leaving small love bites in his wake as he continues to tease you through your panties. “Mmm, you’re getting so wet and all I’m doing is touching your ‘lil clit through your panties. Is that how easy you are? Just a little taste and you’re already putty in my hands.” He smirks against you, fingertips pulling your panties to the side.
“You say I talk too much? You fuckin’ talk too much, Vernon. Hurry up and finger me already!”
He laughs, running his fingers through your wetness before he sinks his index and middle fingers up to the knuckle in one fast movement.
A garbled moans floats past your lips as he starts fucking you with his fingers and you watch your own expression contort in pleasure at the way his fingers were already providing you with more satisfaction than anything else tonight. “Oh, g-god, fuck, that feels suh---so good…”
Vernon ruts into your ass, smoky eyes gazing into the mirror. “You’re so pretty getting drunk on my fingers fucking you open. How are you gonna look once it’s my cock inside of you?”
“G-god, we won’t g-get, ah, there if you don’t s-shut up!” He rolls his eyes, nipping at the junction of your neck.
Vernon lets you grind against his fingers for a moment, eating up the way you seem to forget about everything around you as you chase the pleasure. But he gets bored, pulling his fingers out of you almost just as quickly as he’d first sunk them in.
“H-hey!”
“Oh, baby, you can’t be the only one benefitting from this.” Vernon pulls away from you, uncaring that he uses his sticky, wet fingers to undo the button and zipper of his pants. “Hope you’re ready to take my cock. All those people that couldn’t fuck you right tonight were all just pregames ‘til now, huh?” He grins, wrapping a hand around his cock.
You can only see so much from the mirror’s reflection; watching as Vernon places a firm hand on your shoulder as he pushes your upper half further down onto the countertop. “Get comfy, princess. Wouldn’t want you to break a nail or something.”
“Just fuck me already, damn it!” Whining, you place your hands palm down on the mirror as you jut your ass out further. You watch with hazy eyes as he smirks at you in the mirror and you soon feel the head of his cock teasing your entrance.
“God, you are so lucky I’m just as impatient as you are.”
You’re about to complain about him taking too long again, but you’re quickly left breathless when he starts inching his cock into your wet pussy. “Fuh---fuck, oh, go---god you’re, ah, b-big!”
“Get used to it, you’ll be begging me for more.”
You choose to ignore his cocky comments as you focus on the way his cock stretches you out perfectly, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he finally bottoms out. His cock taps against your cervix and you resist the urge to just start fucking yourself on his cock, impatience muddling everything else in your mind.
“Mmm, your pussy is so tight and warm around me, baby. Maybe it’s that personality of yours that scares off your regulars.” Vernon chuckles under his breath, but it’s immediately cut short when you clench around him hard. “Shit, fine, fine, I get it!” He grumbles.
Vernon draws his hips back before slamming his cock back into you and for a second, your clammy palms pressed up against the mirror almost lose their grip with how your body jerks forward. “God, yes, yes fuck me hard!” You cry, already meeting his harsh pace.
“So this is why they can’t do it for you, huh?” His hips snap into you; the sound of skin slapping getting drowned out by the loud music on the other side of the door. “You wanna be fucked like a little cumslut tonight and nobody wants to give it to you.”
“Ngh, y-yeah… s-so what’s y-your fuckin’, ah, d-deal?”
Vernon scoffs, “Maybe I just wanted to treat someone like my own ‘lil cockslut tonight and nobody was doin’ it for me either.” You grin in return, hazy eyes focused on yourself in the mirror.
“Guess t-this was where, ah, we were meant to be t-tonight.” You lick your lips, working your hips back as you start to chase your orgasm. “By the w-way, don’t--don’t cum, hah, inside m-me…” He slows his pace a little, leaning over your back as he nuzzles into your shoulder. “Oh? Why’s that? Don’t want people to know I fucked you in Seungcheol’s employee restroom? Or is it that you’re scared you’ll get addicted to me cumming inside your hot little cunt. Maybe you’ll even go home and fuck my cum deeper inside of yourself wishin’ it was still me and not your hands or your dumb little humans.”
His words are almost filthy enough to make you change your mind, but you harden your stare, crimson eyes meeting his in the mirror’s reflection. “Don’t g-get too cocky, Vernon. Just don’t fuckin’ cum i-in me. I’m s-still going out, mmh, after t-this…”
He shoots you an incredulous look, leaning away from you shoulder as he starts to double his pace. “Wow, fuckin’ bold of you to even go out after this. But okay, you’ll come crawling back to find me and I’ll be waiting at the bar for you. Maybe you’ll even be so fuckin’ desperate for my cock, I’ll even make you beg me. And beg for me to cum inside of you.” Vernon pauses, snaking his hand up your spine before he circles it around the column of your throat. “For now, you’re gonna cum on my cock, get it nice ‘n soaked. Then you’re gonna suck me off and I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.”
“F-fine…”
Vernon gently applies pressure to your throat, restricting your airways slightly as you start to get tighter around him. “Touch your clit, make yourself cum.” He commands.
You’re quick to take his lead, trailing a hand down your body until you can rub quick circles on your clit. “G-god, yes, fuck, ah, I’m gon---gonna cum, fuck! My pussy’s so fuckin’ full, I---mmph!” Vernon’s hand on your throat quickly travels up until his palm is pressed firmly against your lips, effectively muffling you.
He uses this as leverage, pushing you backwards until your back meets his clothed chest. Your body jerks in his hold as he fucks into you hard, cock slamming into your cervix with each thrust. “Fuck, you have such a filthy fuckin’ mouth. Everyone can probably hear what a little whore you are. But I bet that gets you off, doesn’t it? Letting everyone know how fuckin’ good you’re getting it.” He licks the shell of your ear, hips pistoning into you as you cum; moans and cries muffled by Vernon’s hand still over your mouth.
“That’s right, cum on my cock, baby. Your tight cunt feels so good around me.” Moaning, he slows down his thrusts, watching you through the mirror as you take your pleasure.
It doesn’t give you any energy like feeding from a human would, but the pleasure still feels good enough for shapes dance beneath your eyelids as he fucks you through your orgasm.
“Shit, you really are pretty like this.” Vernon scoffs under his breath as he finally removes his hand from over your mouth. Your body slumps forward as you catch your breath; soft whimpers on your lips. “Now it’s my turn, baby. I expect you on your knees now~”
You groan in return, somewhat drained. This is why you never fucked with other incubus; there was no energy gain and it left you more tired than anything else.
But you only think it’s fair, so you drop to your knees, wincing slightly when the tile bites into your kneecaps. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, ready for Vernon to hurry up and cum down your throat.
“Hmm~ I think you’d be even prettier with my cum all over your face. Whaddya think?” He grins, eyes twinkling down at you.
“Do you ever wonder what it’d be like to have your dick bitten off?” You growl.
Vernon takes the hint as he threads a hand loosely into your hair and you use a hand to wrap around his cock that’s already covered in your wetness.
You immediately sink your mouth down onto his cock; deepthroating him and hollowing out your cheeks around him. Tucking your hands underneath your thighs, you let Vernon use your mouth, moaning around him to help throw him over the edge.
He groans from above you, hips thrusting into your mouth as he feels his orgasm coming on, only a few minutes later. “Fuck, ‘m gonna, ah, c-cum. Swallow it all, baby. Show me what a good cumslut, hah, you a-are.”
Humming around him, you bask in the way his moans are clipped and stuttered with your teasing.
Vernon could be so easy too, despite his cocky nature.
You feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, the salty substance hitting the back of your throat as you aim to swallow it all down.
“Ngh, look at you. Not even a drop spilled. You’re a pro~” He quips; tugging you by the hair as you cough and sputter. A thread of cum and spit connect your lips to his cock and for a second, Vernon thinks he can get used to seeing you like this.
You move to stand, legs shaky as you rest your back against the countertop that he’d had you bent over, moments prior. “At least one of us is.” You smirk at him, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
“God, you really just don’t quit, do you?”
“Hey, some of my humans like it, asshole.” You turn to face the mirror, taking in your disheveled appearance.
Vernon stands beside you, adjusting his clothes and hair as you do too. “Speaking of, are you really still heading out after this?”
Tugging your dress down, you check your appearance in the mirror one last time before you reach for the doorknob and unlock it.
“Yeah, ‘cause that drained me of any energy I had.” You pause, turning slightly to face Vernon who stands behind you. You bite the inside of your cheek and despite the snarky banter between the two of you; Vernon wasn’t half bad.
“Maybe once I get some of it back, I’ll meet you at the bar.”
His eyes flash a darker shade of red, lips ghosting across the shell of your ear when he leans in.
“I’ll be waiting on you, baby.”
#incubus!vernon#incubus!svt#vernon smut#seventeen smut#svt smut#vernon scenarios#vernon imagines#seventeen scenarios#svt scenarios#seventeen imagines#svt imagines#incubus!seventeen#vernon#svt fic#seventeen fic#monstermash!svt
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My Protector (Part 3)
A/N: Sorry that this took too long!! Here part 3 for My Protector💕🥰
Warnings: Smut, teasing, oral (male and fem rec.), dirty talk, chocking, rough sex, Mirror sex, cursing, secrets, degradation
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Your POV
After my little...session in the shower, I got out and dried myself off. I slipped on my robe and let my hair air-dry. I walked out of my bedroom and heard giggling coming from my daughter’s room. I walked down the halls and opened the door to see Ten lifting her up in the air and putting her back down. “Again!” She said. “Okay, there you go!” He said lifting her up again. I smiled at the sight and giggled. “Hey mommy!” She exclaimed. “Heyy Bailey.” I said back. “I’m flying! Look!” I giggled. “I see that.” I replied. “And I’m hungry. Could you fix me Dino nuggets?” She asked. “You just had those for lunch today. How about I make pasta, hm?” She smiled. “Ooh! Pasta!! Mommy makes the best pasta.” She said running out of the room and downstairs. “Hey Ten are you hungry? If you want, I can fix you some as well.” I said. I then remembered his toned body in my head, making my insides jump. “Not right now. I’m fine.” He said. That you are....Y/N FOCUS!!
“Okay then..” I said. We walked down to the kitchen and I see Bailey already at the table, coloring in her coloring book. I pulled out all the ingredients for the pasta and began to cook. I could hear Ten and Bailey giggled as they colored something and talked to each other. For a man so cold and have a complicated job and having to kill people, he such a good man with kids. Hm another thing to add on to my list for the things I like about him.
After a bit, pasta was now done. I pulled it out of the oven and placed it down. I grabbed one of her favorite bowls and put some of it in the bowl for her. “Okay, here you go Bailey. One bowl of hot pasta. Be careful though.” I said. She pushed her coloring book away with a huge smile on her face. “Thank you mommy! I love you!” She said as she stuffed her mouth with food. She sat there and talked about her day with her grandmother. As she was in the middle of speaking, she began to yawn.
“Okay Bailey, it’s time to go to bed now..” I said picking her up and carrying her back to her bedroom. I placed her inside her bed and tucked her in. “I had fun mommy..so much fun..” She trailed off, closing her sleepy eyes. I kissed her on her forehead. “Goodnight my baby...” I mumbled. I walked out of her room and closed the door behind me. I was pulled back against someone’s chest and pushed against the wall. They kissed my neck causing me to moan. They turned me around and I seen that it was Ten. He placed his lips on my mine and moaned out loud. He pulled away and put his finger on his lip. “Shh..” He pointed to Bailey’s room.
He leaned back down onto my lips. Kissed me again and lifted me up. He carried me back to my bedroom, closing the door behind him and placed me on the bed. “Ten..what are you doing? Stop..” I mumbled, knowing damn well I didn’t want him to. “Don’t fight me.” He said. He leaned down and kissed on my neck some more. I groaned and put my fingers in his hair. “I heard you..” He whispered in my ear. “H-Heard what?” I asked. “Do you want more?” He smirked. I gasped. He couldn’t have.. “You heard me?” I asked. “Tell me..do you want more?” He said rubbing his hand down my leg, looking straight into my eyes. Why did I feel so controlled by this man? I don’t even know him like I need to. This is only the first day on the job and he already has me in the bed, begging him to touch me.
“I have a husband to think about and my daughter-“ “Ah Ah, don’t think about them, just me..only me. Now do you want more?” He asked again. This is so wrong, oh so wrong, but I know him well enough to do this... “P-Please...I want more..” I said looking in his eyes and my cheeks going a deep red. He smirked. “Careful what you wish for...” He warned. He drew little patterns on my inner thighs. At this point he’s teasing. “T-Ten..I want more.” I said again, my breath hitching as his hand go up more. His other hand came around my throat. “Say it again. Louder this time.” He said. “I want more! I just need you right now!” I whined. He smiled. “Okay.” His hands came over the tie on my robe and ripped it open in one go. I was already naked under it.
I shy away from his strong gaze, but he gripped my chin and made me look at him. “Don’t look away from me. That’s an order Mrs. Kang.” He said. I gulped and nodded. I have no choice but to listen to him. He eyed down my body and bit his lip. “How beautiful you are...” He whispered. He looked down at my dripping cunt and licked his lips. “Open your legs.” He said. I did so and he groaned out.
“So wet...and it’s all for me.” He whispered as his slender digits rubbed over my lower lips. I jolt from his touch. “So responsive...” He mumbled. His other hand brushed over my nipples, making me arch my back. “D-Don’t tease..” I whimpered. He smirked. “You can’t take it?” He asked. I pouted and took the hand that was in between my legs and moved it. “Touch me..” I mumbled. He smiled. He began to move his hand on his own, his fingers brushing over my whole. “Ten!!” I whined. “Shh..Kitten..” He whispered. I blushed at the nickname.
He suddenly plunged his fingers in my heat causing me to moan and bite my lip. “Mmm...” I hummed. He licked over his lips as he watched my dripping essence over his fingers. As I was clenching around him, he pulled his fingers away. “Ten!!!” I whined again. “Shh, I wanna have a taste...” He said. He leaned down to in between my legs. He placed his eyes on mine and gave me a kiss on my sensitive bud. I jerked and whimpered. “Ten..” He smirked and placed his entire tongue on me.
I gasped out and gripped on the sheets and his hair. He began to go to work, with his tongue. I lifted my hips in pure bliss but was grounded back down to the bed as he pinned my hips down. “Don’t move.” He mumbled. I groaned at the vibrations on my heat that went through my body. I began to ride on his tongue. “Tennnn I’m so closeeee!!!” I cried. He smiled and pulled away. I began to get frustrated. “Damn it Ten, all I want is for you to make me cu- Ahhhhh my goddd!!!” I screamed out. His tongue began to do fast flicks over my heat and bud. He looked in my eyes as he flicked his tongue. “I’m c- cummingggg!!!” I whined out.
I finally reached my high and breathed out. He licked over his lips and pulled away. I pulled myself up and stood on my knees going towards him. I placed a kiss on his lips while undoing his weapon belt on his shirt. He took it off and placed it on the floor. I took his shirt off and admired his tattoo, I ran my fingers over it and bit my lip. “You like bad guys, don’t you Mrs. Kang?” He asked. Bad guy? I don’t know, I’m too distracted to ask, maybe dirty talk. I quick of my hands and unbuckled his belt. I pulled them down and looked at him. I gasped. He laughed. “Too much for you?” He teased.
I shook my head. “I’ve never seen anyone’s dick this big...” I said. “Not even your husband’s?” I shook my head, still in amazement of his size. He is blessed in all places...“Damn that’s sad..” He said. I laid on my stomach and took him in my hand. “What are you doing?” He asked trying to stifle a moan. “I want to thank you for protecting me..” I mumbled. I licked over his tip and wrapped my lips around it. He groaned out and ran his fingers through my hair. He forced my head down on him fully, making me gag. “Mm..” I hummed enjoying the feeling of him fucking my throat. I stuck my tongue out, licking on the underside of his shaft.
I hollowed my cheeks sucking him in. He cursed. “Fuck!” He pulled me away by my hair and wiped my chin with his thumb. “Who knew Mrs. Kang could suck dick?” We giggled and he pushed me back on the bed. He crawled over me and took my hands and put them above my head. “You know...you like to test me sometimes?” He asked. I cocked my head to the side. “You’re a fucking tease.” He growled. “How..?” I asked not having a clue. “Touching the hickie I gave you, looking at me, touching yourself..calling my name. You fucking tease.” He said.
“I didn’t know..” I replied. He scoffed. “Sure you didn’t..” he teased. I rolled my eyes. “Just fuck me already.” I said pushing my hips up towards his. He pushed me back down. “Spread your legs.” He ordered. I followed. He lined himself up and he let out a loud groan and I let out a moan. “Damn, how long has it been you’ve been fucked?” He asked. He began to move his hips back and forth and I whimpered.
“T-Ten..so good..” I said. He bit his lip and let out a grumble. “Fuck...” He cursed. He began to pound into me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, as he brushed against that one spot. He angled his hips to hit that spot again and went full force. My hands went to his arms, scratching down them. “R-Right there!” I exclaimed. He smirked and wrapped his hand around my neck. I began to clench around him and my breathing picked up. “I’m so close..” I whispered. He lifted my leg.
He leaned down in my ear and whispered. “Do it..” I scratched down his back and screamed. “Shit!!” He pulled out and flipped me over so that I was on top of him. He pushed my robe down my shoulders and threw it on the floor. He sat back against the headboard and placed his hands on my hips. I lowered myself on his member and threw my head back as I did so. “Oh my god..” I whispered. I began to rock my hips back and forth, but I guess he didn’t like my speed very well. He landed a smack on my butt.
He bounced me up and down on his member and let out a groan. I then get the rhythm and began to do it myself. He leaned back and let me take control. “This is so good..I love it..” I groaned. I began to feel myself reach another high but he pulled me off. “Ten-“ I was cut off by being turned around again. My head was forced down into the sheets and my butt was lifted. I turned my head to see Ten over me. He yank my head up by my hair and leaned down in my ear. “Keep your eyes on me. That was an order.” He said deeply.
I looked confused until I looked up to see the mirror. I saw his eyes staring into mine. He bit my ear lobe. “Yes sir..” I replied still staring in his eyes. He hummed and pushed his member roughly making me gasp. He piston his hips, causing skin to clap together. “You like it, don’t you?” He asked. I nodded. He slapped my butt. “I don’t hear that, slut..” He growled. I bit my lip. “Yes I l-love itt..” I whimpered.
He chuckled. “Look at how fucked out you are? Huh? Aren’t you a slut for your bodyguard?” He asked. I nodded. “Yes sir...only for you! Oh gosh, oh my gosh I feel myself cumming again!!” I exclaimed. This was so wrong but soo good..He was too good at this, he has me where he wants me. He reached his hand down and rubbed my bud. I screamed, gripping his forearm with his tattoo. He threw his head back as he groaned. “I’m close too. Don’t cum without me, that’s another order..” He groaned. I bit my lip as I held back my orgasm. His thrusts got sloppier and he kissed on my neck.
“Cum with me..do it...now.” He groaned. I gasped and cried out. “Yess!! Fuck yessss!!!!” I gripped the back of his hair and came all over him. He groaned and came as well. “Goddamn it!” He yelled out. He pulled out of me and watched me drip our essences. He smirked and slapped me on the butt again, making me moan. “Look at that..you’re just dripping..” He whispered as he kissed my shoulder. I leaned back and kissed on his lips.
Ten and I was now in the kitchen while he was eating and I was drinking a little bit of wine. “What do you mean by bad guy?” I asked recalling his words from earlier. “Something you don’t need to know.” He said putting his fork down and crossing his arms, leaning back. I looked up at him from my glass. “You work for me! You have to tell me!” I said. “I work for you? That’s an understatement now.” He said.
“How?” “So you mean to tell me you didn’t just fuck your bodyguard on the first day in you and your husband’s bedroom?” He asked while cocking an eyebrow. I closed mouth and looked away. “I still want to know about you..” I mumbled. “Okay fine, what do you want to know so badly?” He asked. “Okay, where are you from?” “Thailand.” “Okay...any family? Parents? Brother? Sister?” “My mom and dad are dead. I’m an only child.” “Oh..sorry to ask.” He shook his head. “It’s fine. I didn’t like them anyways. I was raised by my grandmother.” He said. “Oh! How is she?” “Dead. A year ago.” He said.
How can he be so calm and cool about this? “Are you not upset that you don’t have any family? No remorse?” He scoffed. “I’m human aren’t I? I’m just pass that stage now.” He said. “Oh...couldn’t be me..I don’t know what I’d do if my mom, daughter or husband died...you have any kids? A wife or girlfriend?” “Why would I have a girlfriend if we just had sex? I wouldn’t have even touched you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Sorry! Anyways, do you have kids?” “Maybe..” He said.
“Wow you’re just putting your dick into other females and not even knowing if you have children or not with the woman? Disgusting..” I cringed. “Yet you just fucked me. You are so ass backwards. Who has sex with someone who they don’t even know about? Sounds pretty hoeish.” He said. “Look, I’m not a hoe. I do have standards! This was a one-night stand also known as a one-time thing! And you know nothing about me. So you’re also ass backwards!” He only chuckled and leaned up in his seat.
“First things first, I know all I need to know about you. I’m your bodyguard of course. And two, you sure this a ‘one-time thing’? You sounded like you were in heaven earlier.” He asked. I narrowed my eyes, oh how I wish I could throw him out. “Shut up..” I mumbled. “You see that’s your problem.” He said. “What?” I asked. “You need to be put your damn place and gat husband of yours doesn’t do it enough.” He said. “I DO NOT NEED TO BE-“ “Hush.” He said simply. I simply closed my mouth, coincidentally. He chuckled and grabbed his wine glass. “You are so whipped for me and it’s hilarious. All you needed was to be dicked down and here you are, following my every damn order.” He said. “I need to call my husband..” I said. “Yeah you do that.” He said. I narrowed my eyes and called his number. “Hello?” I heard him on the other side of the phone.
“Hey honey!” I said. Ten chuckled. “Pathetic.” He snickered. “Shut up.” I mouthed. “Hey Y/n, I’m not coming home for a bit. I’ll see you.” He said. “Oh..Okay. I love you.” I said. “Love you too.” He said. He then hung up and I did the same. “Let me guess he’s working overtime?” Ten asked with sarcasm in his voice. “Stop it. It’s a lot to take in knowing you’re gonna be future president.” I said. “You’re dumb as fuck.” Ten said. I gasped. “What?! You need to watch your fucking mouth asshole!” I exclaimed. He only rolled his eyes. “Will you calm down? You’re breast is coming out of your robe.” He said getting up and walking upstairs.
I looked down and fixed it. “Ten! What are you doing?” I asked following him. I found him in my bed, watching TV. “Who said you could sleep in here?! You so disrespectful! Get out!” I said. He smirked. “Make me.” He said. I narrowed my eyes. “Get out.” I said more sternly. I walked up to him and stood there. “Are you gonna move?! Take your shirt, put it on and go!” I yelled. He rolled his eyes and pulled me down onto his lap.
“You make a damn ruckus too much. Just lay down and sleep, I know you’re tired.” He said. I have to admit, I was. “Fine...just for tonight.” I said. He hummed and turned his attention back to the TV.
Ten’s POV
It was 2:31 in the morning now. I was fast asleep beside Y/n until I heard my phone ring. I groaned and grabbed. I looked at the number. “Shit...” I whispered. I got up from the blankets and picked up the phone. “Hello?” I answered. “You’re running out of time Chittaphon..” I sighed. “Damn it Kun, give me some time.” I said. “No! We need this! You are right there with her and I bet she’s asleep. Just kill her already!” He said.
“It’s a bit..complicated right now.” I said. How the hell am I gonna tell him that I’m in love with the target’s wife? “You better not love her, Chittaphon.” “I don’t.” You fucking liar. “Just more time.” “You have a week. If someone’s not dead in week, you, her, her daughter and husband are dead. Simple as that. Goodbye.” He hung up the phone and I let out a sigh. I can’t do this.. I have to kill Y/n and Bailey. I can’t just kill Jacob because it would cause too much damage to me and the group. I don’t care! I know one thing for sure. I’m not killing Y/n. And no one is not gonna touch her not her child...
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Arcadia, Chapter 4
Well! What could happen next to our star-crossed investigative pair? Yeah idk, man... somehow, this fic got a lot darker than I intended. Anyway! Thanks again to the same folks, without whom this story wouldn’t be possible. None of this story is safe for work, and this chapter is no exception ;)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
D A Y + F O U R
She’s not sure when she wakes up. Her eyes blink open in the bleary morning… that foggy gap between night and day. Blue-green light streams through the windows, coloring the bedroom like it’s underwater.
He’s the first thing she notices, all warm and curled beside her. Harry… her Harry. A sad smile graces her lips as it all comes flooding back. Mike. The tulpa. The shower. Harry…
But together, all of those things are uncomfortable. Bits of it were nice, but the whole thing makes her stomach churn. It’s much easier to—
She presses her bum against him, hoping that wakes him up. Hoping he takes the hint. Harry heaves a deep breath, but doesn’t acknowledge her. Ginny bites her lip and wiggles back. Again.
Finally, he responds. But not how she’d hoped.
“Let’s… not jump to starting that up again,” Harry murmurs into her ear, his voice graveled with sleep. “Ok?”
She whips around, brow furrowed. “So you’ve suddenly become unattracted to—?”
He barks out a humorless laugh and reaches for his glasses. “We both know that’ll never happen.” He takes her in, reclining on the tufted headboard; she can’t help but feel flattered by the red patches that bloom on his cheeks. “Erm…” He clears his throat. “Could you get a dressing gown, actually? I really want to have a serious conversation and…”
He’s never been able to concentrate while she’s naked, has he?
“Sure.” For some reason, her skin prickles as she rises to her feet to pad across the carpet. Exposed. She feels exposed, even though Harry’s probably seen her naked more times than she has. Because this time, it’s not so much that he’s seeing her body naked— it’s that he’s about to discuss things she’s tried very, very hard to deny.
Ginny emerges from the closet in a white dressing gown and gives Harry a little twirl. “Happy?”
His lips curl in a tired smile. “Not… exactly. But I’m hoping to change that.”
“Oh?” Ginny settles in the desk chair. She’s not keen on this conversation, but some part of her recognizes it’s long overdue.
Harry begins by clearing his throat again. “So. Erm.” He places his fingers in a steeple and studies them. “As I… admitted last night, I’ve never stopped loving you. It’s been an awful, awful five years, but frankly it would’ve been worse if we’d stayed together, under those circumstances.”
She opens her mouth to object, but he raises a hand to forestall an interruption.
“Let… let me finish. Because after Percy died...” He shoots her a significant look. “You changed. Ok?”
“That’s not exactly fair,” she snaps, peering at her painted toenails. “Of fucking course I changed. If I didn’t change, I’d be a bloody sociopath. Is that who you wanted to shag?”
Harry heaves a deep sigh. “No. And I’m not going to let you get away with twisting things… again. Ok? Please, just let me finish.”
She presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth. For fuck’s sake, why does she already want to cry?
“You changed,” Harry continues, “and I really don’t blame you for it, but you refused to talk about Percy, or that night, or- or honestly, even anything remotely sad! Ever!” He pauses to collect his thoughts; guilt stabs at Ginny’s stomach. She wasn’t aware this frustrated him quite so much…
“You threw yourself into schoolwork,” he adds, blinking at the far wall. “You lost interest in things you loved. We still had sex, but it was…” He winces. “Unattached. It was… it was like it didn’t even need to be me there, in particular.” His eyes flit back to hers. “I tried to talk to you about it loads of times, but then when you joined the Unspeakables, you just used that as an excuse.”
Traitorous tears drip down her cheeks. She brushes them away to defend herself. “I was already interested in joining up before that,” Ginny insists, her voice warbling. “You weren’t there that year, Harry. You didn’t see what it was like at Hogwarts. The Unspeakables were putting out all this… this rubbish misinformation about you and about muggleborns, and—”
“—All of that is well and good,” Harry interrupts, “but the fact is that you became a different person after Percy died, and after nearly a year of living with that, I’d had enough.” He shrugs. “And even five years later, you’ve never sought help, as far as I know. Professional help, from someone who knows what they’re talking about. Not the type of help you find at the bottom of a pint.”
He’s right, of course. It’s like a stinging slap in the face, but he’s bloody right.
“So!” Harry clears his throat again. “As much as I… enjoyed last night, that can’t happen again if we don’t fix what split us up before. You’re still convinced you killed Percy. Until you’re not? This”— he gestures between them— “can’t work. Full stop.”
Ginny swallows and stares into her lap. “I’m not responsible for my brother’s death,” she whispers, emotionless. It’s a mantra, an oath, one she’s so accustomed to repeating that it’s turned foreign and unfamiliar on her tongue.
“Oh, I’m aware,” Harry says, spreading his palms. “The whole bloody world is aware, Jenny.” He sucks his teeth. “But you aren’t.”
There’s a pause. Ginny bites her lip, tempted to launch the spring-loaded denial she’s learned through years of counseling. But this time, it doesn’t come.
Because Harry knows better.
Shit.
That fact settles in the pit of her stomach; what are the chances, really, that she found herself trapped and playing house with the only person on earth who knows better.
“I was the last to see him,” she mutters, eyes downcast. “I told him he’d never replace Fred. I was drunk. Stupid. Stupidly drunk.” She grips her head in her hands, but the words don’t stop. They’re shooting from her, spurred by years of grief and regret and bursting forth like a steam engine.
“My stupid fucking temper,” she continues, every syllable dripping with self-loathing. “Ruining everything. And then he goes and—” She makes a flailing gesture. “Offs himself. Right on my mother’s fucking birthday! The day before your parents—”
“I know,” Harry whispers, his voice pleading. “Ginny, I know. But please, love, it’s not your fault. It’s never been your fault.”
She can’t breathe. She can’t breathe. It’s too much to say it aloud, to admit it, to let the waves of regret wash over her. There’s a scuttling of movement as she blinks ahead, gaping like a fish out of water. She’s not even surprised to feel Harry wrapping his arms around her and bringing her back to the bed. To feel his lips pressing to her temple as her body wracks with sobs. And she can’t do anything but lean into him. She can’t do anything but surrender, completely. To indulge in feeling raw and vulnerable and alive.
She doesn’t know how long it takes to come to. It’s not until she’s clinging to his chest that she draws a deep breath.
“You never told me any of this,” Harry says softly, mournfully, his hand playing with her hair. He loves her hair. He’s always loved her hair. With a final sob, she admits— if only to herself— that she misses letting him love it. She misses how he’d bury his face in the crook of her neck. How he’d inhale deeply, right at the crown of her head, and blink down at her with a dreamy smile.
She misses him.
Fuck. She misses him. And not just shagging him… but the whole bit. The late-night snacks and discussions on quidditch plays and heated debates about the best brand of toilet roll.
“What… what if I agree to work on it?” she finally whispers, eyelashes thick with half-dried tears.
Harry sighs; his hands still haven’t left her hair. “If we both agree to work on it… because trust me, I’m not doing fantastic either.” He lets out a chuckle. “Do you know how weird that was, being the stable one for once? Anyway.” He waves this off and continues. “If we both work on it, with proper mind-healers…” He swallows. “I don’t see why we couldn't be physical. Eventually.”
She pulls back to give him a watery grin. “I love you,” she murmurs. For the first time in years, her chest feels full. Her heart warm. Like there’s a chance at something in the future that doesn’t involve work and sadness and takeaways.
But speaking of work.
“I’d erm. Like to keep things with us private,” she says, playing with a piece of lint on the duvet. “Especially from work. And my family. Because…”
The thought of Attica’s face, pinched in disappointment, is nearly enough to replace the progress they’ve made over the past day.
“No,” Harry agrees quickly. “That’s. Yeah. Especially from Ron.” He shudders. “Can you imagine how well that would go over?”
“Huh! That’s ridiculous, Harry.” She bats her eyes at him, her expression the picture of innocence. “You mean you don’t want my brother to know that you went down on me and promptly spunked your—”
He cuts her off with a laugh, tossing a pillow on her face. She pulls it off with a giggle before settling beside him.
“Didn’t think you noticed that,” he admits, trailing a finger down the side of her face. “I really hoped you were asleep.”
She stifles a yawn. “Mmm. Don’t have to be Hermione to put that one together. Clue one: you were down there, which you’ve always… enjoyed.” She sleepily raises her eyebrows. “Clue two, I’ve seen you do that before — more than once— and you always have this weird… sort of duck-walk to take your trousers off.”
Harry groans, his entire face the color of her hair. “Please, please, don’t stop on account of me.” He somehow manages a sarcastic drawl as he removes his glasses and places them on the bedside table. “Let’s continue to detail all the times I’ve finished too quickly.”
“Not just too quickly,” she corrects, kissing him on the nose. “I’m only talking about coming in your trousers, which you’ve also managed to do several ti—”
Harry snorts. “And how many times have you done it, then?” His green eyes dance with mischief. “Also more than once. As memory serves, our time at Hogwarts got a lot more interesting once you discovered the combination of my thigh and snogging. You just don’t have the equipment to make things particularly messy when—”
“Clue three!” she loudly calls over him. He has the grace to laugh as she turns so they're spooning, her bum pressed against his crotch.
“I… said I loved you,” she finishes, interlacing their fingers. “And that’s always… you know.”
Harry shudders; there’s a sudden rise of fabric against her bum. “Ok, speaking of embarrassing,” he admits, adjusting himself. “You’re actually going to have to erm. Stop saying that? For now? Because…”
“Trust me, Auror Potter,” she murmurs, dropping her voice to her best impression of Kingsley. “I haven’t forgotten.”
“Unfair,” he complains, toying with a piece of her hair. “As you can see, I’m a bit of a mess. It still turns me on when you say you love me.”
“Yeah, well, it still turns me on when you breathe,” she mutters, her eyes growing heavy. “Reckon we can just be messes together.”
Harry chuckles before burying his face into her hair. “I’ll always be your mess. Jenny.”
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