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#i have a really hard time falling and staying asleep which Fuckin Sucks
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Stress Relief
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Warnings: smut written by a minor, kind of rushed ending (imo), sub afab reader, dirty talk, degrading (slut, whore), praise, cunnilingus, fingering, kind of rough sex? they bicker a bit, but it's because this is intended to be before they became close, might be ooc, marking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, you're almost caught lmao, hasn't been proofread so there might be a few mistakes
You never intended to somehow get between the heir of the Supreme Guardian and one of the best fighters of Wildfire, but here you were.
You didn't know how this began – maybe trying to be polite with them both despite their rivalry was the wrong choice. Or perhaps it was just bad timing when they were in a heated argument while the trailblazers were asleep, and you just so happened to be in the middle of it.
“See? Look at how they're falling apart for me,” Seele goads, lifting her head from between your thighs for the first time in nearly half an hour, fluid dripping down her mouth and chin as she shoots an arrogant smirk at Bronya.
You could feel Bronya's annoyance from behind you as her hands continued to gently rub circles on your hips, sighing against your neck before replying, “You're being too rough with them, Seele.”
“They like it,” as if to prove this she brought her fingers between your legs, causing a breathy moan to escape you at the slight contact when she scoops the fluid leaking from you to show to Bronya.
Your eyes widened at the sight, trying to look anywhere other than that which Seele notices and muses, “What? Can't handle how much of a slut you look like right now?” You swore your throat went dry at her words, forcing yourself to look at the sight causing your cheeks to warm. Did you really look that pathetic in front of both of them? Seele's smirk seemed to broaden as she saw how flustered you were getting and the silence she caused.
The silence was interrupted by Bronya who was mesmerized by the liquid coating Seele's fingers – although she hid that as she attempted to speak in her regular composed tone, “Can you not be vulgar for one minute, Seele?”
It seemed you were trapped in between one of their arguments once again, but this seemed to only serve as something to make Seele more competitive. “Can you not criticize everything I do? Don't act like you have any dignity right now either, princess,” she huffs, roughly moving the fingers she was holding out for the two of you to see back inside you without warning, causing a loud gasp to escape your lips.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” Seele remarked, not giving you time to adjust as her fingers moved in and out of you at a fast pace, seemingly just as mesmerized as Bronya was earlier.
You were a mess, your hands attempting to grip at the sheets for some sort of leverage until Bronya interlaced her left hand with yours, squeezing it gently in contrast to how roughly Seele was fingering you currently.
Her breath was warm on your neck as she sucked another dark mark on it, only stopping to whisper in a soft tone, “You're doing so good, just stay like this for us, love.” The pet name rolled off her tongue as her other hand moved to cup your breast, a warm sigh escaping her before she murmured, “You're so beautiful like this…”
Seele didn't seem to like how your attention went to Bronya with how she did particularly hard thrust of her fingers, curling them just right leading for you to whine loudly. She seemed to enjoy the noise coming from your lips, while Bronya had the opposite reaction, “You need to be quiet. You wouldn't want the rest of the residents in this hotel to hear you, hm?”
Seele was quick to snap, eyebrows furrowing at Bronya's words, “Let them be as loud as they want. Are you that afraid that your mom's gonna find out her sweet, innocent daughter is with two underworlders and is fuckin’ one of them?” Bronya stayed silent for a moment, the only sign of her annoyance that you could tell from her being behind you is how she squeezed your hand a bit tighter.
Seele seemed to know she hit a nerve with the heir, so she continued, her annoyed expression now changing to an amused one, “I'm sure your reputation would take quite the hit, huh?”
“..Be quiet,” Bronya grumbled, her once composed tone breaking slightly as her other hand continued to play with your breast – her movements a bit harsher causing the stimulation to become more overwhelming.
“P-please..” You sputter, now fully aware of how pathetic you must sound, your hips desperately trying to meet when Seele's fingers pump inside of you as your eyes flutter shut at the sensation. She notices your expression and how you're tightening on her fingers.
Her smirk turns smug as if her ego couldn't be any higher, “You're already close? I've hardly even done anything.”
You took in a sharp breath, eyes instantly snapping open when Seele somehow fastened the pace – hypocritical to her previous words as her voice softened just slightly as she curled her fingers inside you, “Come on then, cum on my fingers.”
Curses fell from your lips as you felt yourself obey Seele's wishes. She helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly pumping her fingers inside of you before it began to die down. Seele seemed to savor the feeling for a moment before she pulled her fingers out, an accomplished look on her face as she saw her fingers covered in your essence.
“Damn..” You hear Seele mumble to herself, a grin on her face before she puts her fingers in her mouth – not only making you flustered but tasting you. She hummed at the taste before suddenly you're reminded that Bronya is still very much present.
Her body suddenly shifted from behind you, making you fall back slightly onto the cheap wooden headboard of the bed. “Bronya?” You ask, voice still a bit hoarse from Seele's ministrations. A glare was sent your way by the heir, and instead of her normal expression it was replaced with a darker one, her dilated pupils full of lust. Bronya moved to where Seele was, her voice firm as if she was commanding her guards, “Move.”
Seele seemed annoyed with the girl's command, but she moved with a scoff and grumbles about how even she has better manners. Bronya ignored Seele's grumbles – as if her mind was on the singular mission that was fucking you. It was almost scary to have practically royalty who was so gentle earlier now be staring at you with that darkened look for hers, which surely was having an effect on you.
“Fuck,” Bronya whispers to herself, hands tightly pulling apart your thighs as far as they can go – seeing your pussy oozing onto your thighs and dirtying the sheets below. Her grip on your thighs almost became bruising before she immediately dived in, sloppily licking your slit. The stimulation was so sudden you didn't notice Seele sneak behind you, only noticing when she bites your neck, sucking in a dark mark that makes you whimper softly.
“And she said I was vulgar,” Seele mumbles in an annoyed tone after pulling away from the mark you could only imagine was a deep purple. She pressed a gentle kiss on the mark, slightly apprehensive about the simple affection.
Bronya's inexperience showed with how she had little technique while eating you out, but her vigor was quick to make up for it. Slurping noises filled the hotel room, and you were certain you'd feel embarrassed if you weren't so focused on how good it felt.
"M-more... please," You plead to Bronya, tears of pleasure falling down your cheeks. The heiress groaned against your pussy, her surprisingly strong hands tightly holding your thighs apart as she quickened her pace causing your eyes to roll back.
Seele wiped away your tears, an amused chuckle leaving her throat before she spoke, "You're moaning like a bitch in heat." She emphasized this with a bite to your shoulder, a pained groan escaping you. You could feel yourself on the brink once more, your back arching as you tightly grasped the sheets while the two took notice and seemed to double their efforts.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a muffled gravelly male voice spoke, "Seele? Are you in there? Sampo told me he saw you go in here. Anyways, that's not the point. There's monsters around town and I need you to help out if you have the time."
You instantly recognized the voice – Oleg – and Seele seemed to as well as she cursed Sampo. Bronya ignored the fact that someone was at the door, eating you out like it was her last meal as if to get back at Seele for earlier. Bronya only pulled away slightly to shove two fingers into your wet enterance, groaning as she felt you immediately tighten around her fingers. You couldn't contain your moans, causing Seele to stuff two fingers in your mouth in an attempt to quiet you down.
Seele glared at Bronya, who looked up at her and smirked against you, relishing your now muffled moans as she continued to lick your slit and pump her fingers inside you. You decided to tease Seele the best you could while her fingers were in your mouth, sucking on them while running your tounge up and down her fingers. You could hear her breath hitch before she cursed the two of you and Sampo under her breath, "Y-yeah, I can help! Just give me a few minutes."
"Be quick with it," Oleg responded, his tone hard to distinguish before his heavy footsteps slowly faded in the distance. Seele let out a breath of relief, keeping her fingers inside your mouth before roughly pushing them further into your mouth causing you to gag.
"You're such a fuckin' whore," Seele punctuated, making you gag before she let her fingers pop out of your mouth, wiping the saliva onto the side of your neck. Her right hand gripped on your throat, louder moans escaping your lips before you peaked – your vision going blurry for a few moments before you slowly became aware of your surroundings. Bronya pulled her fingers out of you, both her hands now holding your thighs apart once more as she licked the cum oozing from you.
After a few moments Bronya finally pulled way when a pained whimper escaped your lips. She pressed kisses on your inner thighs while Seele shifted from behind you, pulling herself away as she sighed, "I better get ready." You weakly nodded, trying to act not completely out of it to give her a smile. Seele raised an eyebrow at first, but smiled back, moving beside you before her hand was at the back of your head, pulling you in closer before she kissed the corner of your lips almost shyly and pulling back.
Silently, you wondered how she could be so confident one moment and shy in the next, but you don't question it as she stood from the bed, which emitted a creaking noise. Seele changed and spared a glance to the two of you, holding her scythe and giving a slight wave before leaving. Bronya looked towards you once Seele left, pressing a kiss against your clit before laying beside you. "You know... I could see myself wanting to do this again," you joke, earning a small snort from the heiress as she pulled your body close to hers.
"It was quite the nice experience, wasn't it?" Bronya murmurs against your ear, a soft blush on her cheeks while her hands moved up and down your back in a relaxing manner as she allowed you some rest.
You instantly relax in her embrace, tiredly nodding as you buried your head onto the place between her neck and shoulder. Bronya's eyes closed before she pulled you impossibly closer as you slowly fell asleep. The heiress smiled softly at the sight before she whispered in your ear, "Get rest now. Tomorrow morning, I can't promise I'll be as gentle as I was tonight before I need to leave."
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my teachers,,, frustrate me. they were v nice when i sent out the email and in telling me to take it easy n im thankful for that but also.. it has been three weeks and now they’re talkin to me about finishing all the stuff i missed and gettin stuff done as if im fine,,, jokes on them i was in shock for like 2 weeks and it is only now wearing off bit by bit this is not an uphill experience rn
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boldlyvoid · 3 years
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New Romantics | Part Four
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Summary: She needs help studying for her Case Exercises at the Academy, He needs a date for the annual Banquet... they just so happen to be neighbours who aren't afraid to lend a helping hand, or in this case, a helping kiss.
Categories: Fake dating, neighbours, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, Angst with a happy ending, Smut *as selected by my poll on what you wanted to read*
Warnings: Season 9 Spencer (no Maeve arc), Angst, kissing, drinking, police training mentions, case details, canon typical violence, self-doubt, autistic!spencer, age gaps (24/33), FWB relationships, anxiety attacks, crying, misunderstandings, oral sex (both), penetrative sex, Perv!Spencer low-key, public sex, quickies, multiple orgasms,
Word Count: 5k
a/n: what could possibly go wrong next?
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | epilogue
She’s been asleep barely 2 hours when he shakes her awake, “Hey, when did you need to get ready today?”
“Uh?” She sits up and rubs her eyes, “we don’t have to leave until 1 so, like 11?”
“It’s 8:30, did you want to stay and sleep more?”
She looks at him and sighs, “are we okay?”
He nods, “can we just call it even?”
“Sure,” she agrees without knowing what she did wrong. It was more than just snapping on Tuesday, which is what she was still hurt over. “But I’m going to go, I need to change and stuff.”
“Yeah,” he nods but his smile is sad and she knows she’s fucking it up more.
She gets out of his bed, once it was the warmest bed she’s ever known. Any bed she shared with him was, but now it felt cold and uninviting and there was an unspoken knowingness that they were both genuinely upset.
“I’m still your fake girlfriend for the next 24 hours… can we make them count?” She asks, avoiding eye contact so he can't see her cry if he says no.
“Come here?”
She gets back into the bed and she cuddles into his chest. He holds her for a moment, “you’ve been the best girlfriend in the whole world. Do you really still want to be friends after this? Have I fucked up that bad?”
“Oh honey,” she places a hand on his cheek and looks at him softly, “I will be your neighbour, your best friend, your co-worker, carpool buddy, coffee friend, girlfriend, whatever you need as long as you’d like to have me around.”
He remembers the first time she said that and she knows because his smile is the same. “I love you.”
It hurts, “I love you, too.”
She kisses him quickly, attempting to pull back when his fingers grip her hair and his tongue is on her lips and she’s following his lead again.
“No,” she whispers, “I can’t.”
“Oh,” he stops and his hands drop to his sides so she can get back up.
“I’m going to go get ready, but I’ll come back when I’m done?”
“Yeah,” he nods again.
It breaks her heart to get up and go, she grabs her shoes and she sneaks out of his room, finding her keys in her pocket, she opens her own door and cries the second the door closes.
She cries in the shower, she cries while fixes her hair, she cries while she has lunch. Every song reminds her of the situation, every section of her apartment reminds her of him, the stupid door where they first kissed is closed and she wishes he was stable enough to bang on it and demand an answer.
Whatever was going on between them was reaching a bubbling over point, she can only store so much emotion before she explodes on him.
As soon as she is in her dress, makeup on and ready to go, she walks into his apartment to find him struggling with his bowtie, it makes her smile for the first time since she left his room this morning, “need help?”
“Yes, please.”
She walks over to him and repeats the same movements he attempted, making the bow look pretty before smoothing her hands over his dress shirt and looking up at him. “Handsome as ever.”
“You’re always beautiful,” he compliments her right back but his voice is still as sad as the night before.
“Are you ever going to tell me what’s going on in there?” She pries, tapping his temple with her index finger, “you’re my best friend and I don’t like seeing you sad.”
“I heard what you said yesterday,” he whispers, “about how if you were just using someone you would have picked Derek.”
“And?” She doesn’t get why it’s a big deal because it makes perfect sense to her in her mind.
“And it hurt me,” he snaps, “quite a lot!?”
And the dam breaks.
“Because I proved to them that I’m not using you? Spencer do you know what I meant by that?” She snaps right back.
“What else could it mean?! Clearly I’m not hot enough for you to just fuck and toss aside—”
“I meant that I love you and that’s why I’m with you! If I was just using someone for a job then I’d fuck Derek cause he’s a one and done, toss them to the side and never see them again, kind of guy!”
“And?” He repeats her word choice in a snippy tone that makes her furious but she knows he’s just trying his best to understand her.
She sighs loudly and obnoxiously, “and you’re a take him to meet your mom, marry and have his babies, love him for the rest of your life and one day scatter his ashes, kind of lover.” Crying by the end, she wipes her tears and tries to stay somewhat presentable-looking.
He’s silent, eyes wide as he takes in all her words, “I have always loved you,” she adds, “and no matter how fucking angry I am or how stressed or upset, I am never going to stop loving you, Spencer.”
“Me either,” his tone is still just as upset, “and that's the part that sucks.”
“What do you mean?” She just poured her heart out to him and he still doesn’t get it.
“I LOVE YOU!” He screams it at her with his hands thrown in the air, “I love you more than I’ve loved anyone in my entire fucking life and it’s driving me crazy!”
“It’s driving you crazy?” She can’t help but laugh like she’s losing her mind, “I have been doing everything in my power to make you understand that I love you and you keep thinking I just want to be friends!”
“Because you said you loved me like a friend the first time?!”
“No, I fucking didn’t!” She is so frustrated she’s turning the same colour as her dress, steaming from her ears like a cartoon character.
“I asked if best friends can be in love because I wanted to see if you would say you loved me more than that, and then you fucking said “yeah cause that’s how I love you” which means you love me as a friend?!”
“Because I thought that’s what you wanted?!”
She can’t rub her eyes cause she’ll ruin her makeup but she is so mad she just wants to scream. Pressing her fingers to her own temples, she turns away from him and sighs, she loves him so much and yet this is the most frustrating thing that’s ever happened.
“You are so lucky,” she just laughs, shaking her head back and forth as she turns back to him, “you are so fuckin’ lucky.”
“Why?”
She wraps her arms around his middle and looks up into his eyes with one last sigh, “we have to go or we’ll be late, so I can’t explain all of my feelings right now, so let’s bench this conversation and I can show you just how much I love you when we get back?”
“Okay,” he nods. He rests his hands on her arms and he looks down with the softest glance, he’s still trying so hard to not cry. “I’m really sorry.”
“So am I, I should have listened to you better and explained myself more,” she whispers, “do you believe me now?”
He nods, “I told you, it’s hard for me.”
“I tried my best to be subtle so I didn’t scare you off, but I guess you really don’t do subtle?” She can’t help but laugh, “but I really do love you.”
His hands are on her cheeks, pulling her into a kiss, she melts against him. He breathes her in, it’s the longest and deepest kiss she’s ever had and she honestly feels like he’s taking her soul and making her his. She belongs to him and she knows it, now he does too.
“I love you, too.”
All eyes are on her and it makes him smile, she’s the only one in a red dress in a room full of black and white, she stands out like a sore thumb. She looks the most beautiful, she stands beside Spencer with her arm wrapped around his and a huge smile on her face, it makes him even happier to see her smile again.
The hardest part of fighting with her was knowing she was upset and that he was only making it worse. Seeing her smile return is everything to him, he loves her more than words can express and she loves him right back, he can tell by the way she smiles at him; because it’s exactly the same way he’s smiling at her.
“I see that you’ve made up,” Derek interrupts their current dance to say hello.
The BAU team was always so busy on nights like this, they had all the best stories and everyone wanted to hear them, which meant they typically didn’t see each other a lot for the whole night.
“We did,” Spencer smiles. “Thank’s Derek.”
She looks up at them both, confused, “how many of them know?”
“Huh?” He plays dumb but she can see right through him.
“Do they all know I’m not really your girlfriend or is it just Aaron, Derek and whoever else you told?”
“Elle,” he says her name. “I told the first girl I slept with that I was falling in love with you because I needed advice from someone who has already been with me and knows how I get.”
“Sick, cool, love that for you,” she smiles and walks away.
He grabs her and she stops, “I told you how much it hurt that I had no one to talk to and you told all of them? And you couldn’t even tell me you really loved me this whole time? I thought we were best friends Spencer?” She shakes her head, disappointed more than anything, swatting his hand off her as he reaches to stop her.
“Let her go, she’s right to be a little mad,” Derek holds him back. “let her be mad.”
“Why?” Spencer is so new to relationships he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
“She wants to be your girlfriend for real, let her calm down and then go apologize and ask her,” Derek's smile is sweet as he pulls Spencer into a hug.
It slowly becomes a dance, everyone is used to Derek being touchy with his friends, he has danced with everyone so far tonight so it’s only fair Spencer has a turn. Spencer holds him tight, eyes closed so he doesn’t have to think about all the attention he’s been getting since they arrived.
“Thank you for always being here for me,” he whispers, “but I have to go see her.”
“Fights like this just make your relationship stronger, it teaches you how she wants you to communicate, she just wants you to be honest with her, always,” he whispers with his cheek pressed to Spencer's, “and angry make-up sex is really fun.”
It makes him laugh, “thanks, but she won’t be sleeping with me for a few days, if my memory is correct then she’s mad for more than one reason.”
“Ah,” Derek gets it, “good luck my friend. Good luck.”
When Spencer pulls away, he heads in the direction Y/N left and follows the hallway as far as it goes. She’s sitting on a bench by a window, staring off at the night sky as she takes some deep breaths. She looks a little more peaceful, she’s had a really rough few weeks and he’s not making it any easier on her.
“I know two things for sure,” he speaks softly but she still jumps a little as she turns to him.
“What would they be?”
“That you’re the love of my life,” he’s confident as he sits on the bench beside her and takes her hand in his. “And I’m an idiot when it comes to love.”
“That is quite the dilemma,” she smirks, her eyes gleam as she looks at him and he knows she was trying not to cry by how glossy they are, but it makes her more beautiful, somehow.
“I’m really sorry.”
“All you have to do is tell me the truth, Spencer,” she places her hand on his leg and leans in with a whisper, “it’s really simple.”
“Truth is,” he whispers right back, lips close enough to kiss, “I’m never going to stop loving you, which means more stupid moments are in my future. Just so you know.”
She giggles and kisses him quickly, “I don’t mind being the smart one in the relationship, but you still have to ask.”
“Will you be my girlfriend and let me love you for the rest of my life, no matter how much I fuck up and drive you crazy?” He teases her, knowing she’ll say yes regardless.
“On one condition,” she can’t hide the smirk on her face and he’s nervous at what she’s thinking.
“Anything?”
“You let me love you for just as long? If not longer.”
He nods, “forever?”
She nods back before kissing him just as deeply as they did that morning, her hands in his hair as she presses his face into her’s with force. She holds him there and breathes him in, pulling back with a classic smooch sound, she smiles again, “you’re my boyfriend now.”
He nods with a small smile, “what should we do first as boyfriend and girlfriend?”
She bites her lip and pretends to think about it for a moment, “fuck in the linen closet down the hall?”
“I don’t have any condoms on me?” Is his only worry, not getting caught, not that all their bosses and superiors were there, just that he didn’t have a condom.
She pulls one out of her bra with a smile, “Savannah gave this to me about 3 minutes before you came over here.”
“How much make-up sex do they have?” He asks as he takes her hand and leads her down the hallway.
She’s giddy and smiling, her heels click on the floor as they rush to the other end of the hall and open the little door. There are shelves with towels and rolls upon rolls of silverware in cloth napkins. A vacuum in the corner, some brooms and just enough room for them.
She pulls him in closer and shuts the door, reconnecting their lips as she pushes him up against it. Hands reaching for his belt she kisses down his neck and he’s like putty in her hands as soon as she strokes him, he moans by accident and she covers his mouth with her free hand.
“Do you have any idea how turned on you make me? I have wanted to fuck you since I first saw you, 6 years ago…”
“Really?” His muffled voice behind her hand makes her laugh. She removes her hand and instead runs her fingers through his hair while taking a moment to look at him and really take it all in.
“Yeah,” she nods, “which is why I asked to sleep with you on the way home from the bar, I didn’t know if I could handle it either it, but I’ve always wanted Doctor Reid from the BAU to rail me. I just didn’t think we’d end up falling in love?”
“No one has ever admitted to having a crush on me and meant it,” he whispers.
“I’m glad I get to be one of your firsts,” she smiles again before he pulls her into another kiss.
She kisses the side of his mouth and then his jaw, down his neck and then she’s dropping to her knees in front of him. He’s hard in her hands but he twitches as he sees her like this, looking up at him with lust-blown eyes as she strokes him, she flattens her tongue and taps the tip of his cock to it.
He has to cover his own mouth or else he’s going to get them caught, he moans at the feeling, closing his eyes and that's when she takes him in her mouth. His free hand is in her hair, careful not to mess it up but enough grip to steady himself.
He tilts his head back against the door with a knock and a sign, “fuck,” he can’t help but talk into his hand which only makes it sound louder in the tight space.
She feels so good every single time and yet this one feels different, he looks down at her and she pulls off, “what’s wrong?”
“I love you,” he shrugs.
He helps her back up to her feet and she backs up against the shelves, “come here?”
He helps her hike her dress up, holding all the material up as he slips her underwear off and takes that condom back out of her bra with a single kiss to her chest. He rolls it over himself and lines up with her, her arms wrap around his shoulders as she looks at him, “show me how much you love me?”
He slides in and they don’t break eye contact as she takes him, her mouth opens in a silent gasp at the feeling, her hands grip his shoulders tighter as she steadies her ass on a shelf and wraps her legs around him while he bottoms out.
With a hand on her cheek and one on her lower back, he pulls out and thrusts back in with a smile as she bites back a moan, she pulls his face in close to hers to kiss him while he fucks her. The hand on his cheek slides down her neck, applying a small amount of pressure that makes her breathing hitch. She swallows sharply before his hand starts to trail over her breasts and then between them.
With a thumb on her clit, he fucks her a little harder while rubbing his thumb in a circle. She’s breathing heavily into his mouth, placing sloppy kisses against each other as they enjoyed each other.
She’s so close and he knows it, and then there is a knock on the door.
“Spence, we have a case when you’re done?” He hears Derek's voice behind the door and he can’t believe it.
“Okay!” He calls back without stopping, instead, he fucks into her a little faster.
“Oh!” She moans by accident before covering her mouth with a slap and wide eyes, moaning behind her hand as she bounces on his cock.
He kisses her hand, making her move it so he can press his lips back to hers and absorb all the noises she was going to make, her hands both reach for his back, gripping his suit jacket so tight he’s afraid she might rip it.
She cums with a shocked gasp, it’s as quiet as possible but it still echos around them as he gets closer and closer. He buries his face in her neck and accidentally moans as well as he cums, stilling his hips as he holds her there, sputtering his hips against hers as they catch their breath.
“I love you,” he manages to say between breaths, “that much.”
“You need to go,” she smiles.
He kisses her one last time before he pulls out, he loves the way she gasps every time he does so. She smiles after, their teeth clashing as they laugh, “I’m going to get in so much trouble.”
“I’m never going to get a job,” she shakes her head as she gets off the shelf and fixes her dress.
He takes off the condom and wraps it in some paper towel on the shelf, he’ll get rid of it later. She picks up her underwear, he thinks she puts them back on, but she really slides them into his pocket for him to find in the middle of the case when he reaches for something important...
She rides back to headquarters with Penelope and JJ, both of them want to ask and she knows it. Mainly because she looks like she’s had sex, and also because she asks to stop at the academy so she can get another pair of underwear from her locker.
It’s not until they’re in Penelope’s office that they ask, “what’s it like?”
“What’s what like?” She plays dumb.
“Dating Spencer?” Penelope says, “more specifically, having sex with him?” She mumbles and it makes Y/N laugh.
“In total, we’ve been having sex for 3 weeks now and I’ve had 21 orgasms, and we only really fuck on the weekends cause that’s when we’re not busy…” she grinds her teeth slightly with a raised brow, taking a deep breath, “yeah. It’s really great.”
“Holy shit?” They both look more shocked than she’s ever seen them. “How many has he had?” Penelope asks with a quiet voice, pretending she didn’t.
She laughs slightly, “like maybe 14? He’s really generous.”
“What the fuck?” JJ turns to Penelope and shakes her head and there’s something more there that Y/N can sense.
“Who’s Elle?” She asks and they both turn to her with the biggest eyes.
“How do you know about Elle?”
“She’s the first person he slept with?”
“When?” They both shout.
“So he wasn’t kidding. You guys really thought he was a virgin this whole time?” She looks at them like they’re crazy. “How?”
They both just shake their heads and sigh, stuttering and looking for words they don’t have. “We just never thought he could?”
“Snooze ya loose, I guess?” She shrugs, “so what is the case and how can I help?”
“Right! We have a case,” Penelope snaps back into it, “but seriously Elle? Are you sure you have your names right?”
“Penelope,” she looks at her seriously.
“Right, they’re headed to Roanoke.”
There was a child abduction of a 6-year-old girl, CARD and the BAU were both called out and that meant everyone was mingling on the two floors and they would use as much help as possible.
It also turns out that Anderson’s surrogate went into labour a little earlier than anyone expected; so he and his husband have left for paternity leave early. Leaving JJ without an assistant and she really needs help in the office for this one.
She catches on rather quickly, knowing the protocols from her training and she’s not afraid to ask questions. She’s still in her dress, her heels click on the tiles as she rushes around with files, making phone calls and running from the briefing room to Penelope’s office.
When they finally crack the case and apprehend the suspect, she sits down finally. It’s been 11 hours since the banquet, and she was exhausted beyond belief. She never slept the night before, Spencer was uncomfortable and she was in her jeans and when she did fall asleep, he was waking her up moments later to get ready.
It's Sunday morning at 9 am when Spencer finally returns back at headquarters. She’s sitting at his desk when he comes up and wraps his arms around her, “we’re going home, come on.”
“Don’t you have to debrief?”
“Did that on the way back,” he turns her around in the role chair and tilts her head up to look at him, she’s so tired and he can tell. “You have a big day tomorrow.”
“Ugh,” she stands up with his help, “I did enough profiling today and now I have a whole week to get through.”
“Just to come back and work here,” he smiles, “if you still want to?”
She wraps him up in a real hug and nods against him, “it’s so fun, even with all the murder.”
“Coming home to this is really nice,” he whispers before kissing her cheek quickly, “I’m glad you like it here.”
“Well, well, well,” Derek's voice is behind them. They pull away to see him smiling, arms wide as he saunters over, “if it isn’t the new romantics.”
“Did you have any suspicions?” Y/N asks, he was a profiler after all.
“I knew something was up,” he’s honest. “I knew you guys were actually doing stuff together, I just didn’t think there was so much angst behind closed doors?”
“You have no idea,” Y/N laughs, holding Spencer closer, “it took too long.”
“I thought you were fighting about the job, cause he wasn’t really upset until you were in Penelope’s office, and I heard the rumours even before he heard what you said,” Derek smiles again, “but I also knew you loved him and he loves you.”
“Correct,” she can’t help but smile. “But we really should head home.”
“Home we go,” Spencer agrees.
She asks him to unzip her dress the second they’re back in her apartment. She drops the dress to the floor and heads to the bathroom and he’s left alone in her room. It feels different now. He remembers kissing her in the living room for the first time like it was yesterday, he remembers the first time they had sex, the first time he said I love you, and now he’s here and she’s his girlfriend and he’s going to get to make more memories with her.
He’s so embarrassed by how much he’s been crying lately, something about being in his mid-30s was making him feel like he was about to go through menopause— he has never been very openly emotional, but it’s about time he lets himself feel. He wipes the tears and turns to face the wall while he takes his suit off.
He’s been through too much, a lot of which she doesn’t know of. She has promised him forever, whether she means it or not, and he’s worried he’s going to fuck it up before he gets there.
When she comes back, she lays a towel down on her side of the bed and gets in, “guess who got her period on her first day of work?”
“No?” He gasps, playing along with her playful mood. “At least you’re not pregnant.”
“Thank god,” she sighs, “please for the love of God, don’t get me pregnant for at least 5 years? I want a decent career first so that I don't miss much on maternity leave. I really don't want to be benched for having kids.”
He cries again and she looks so concerned as she gets out of bed and wraps her arms around him, “what did I say wrong, Spencer?”
Still facing the wall, he just lets it all out, “I’m sorry.”
“For what, sweetheart?” She attempts to soothe him by running her hands down his arms, “for crying or something else?”
“Crying,” he whispers and she turns him around then.
“Hey,” she looks up at him with the softest expression he’s ever seen, “you are allowed to have emotions, you are allowed to show them and ask for help and tell me when you need something. I’m not going to think you’re too much, or I can’t handle you or think of you as a burden. I know that’s how you feel because it’s how I fell, and we don’t need to go through that together.”
“I love you,” it’s the only thing that feels right to say.
“I love you,” she repeats it, “what made you cry?”
“Can we get in bed first?”
“Yeah, finish getting ready and then come tell me,” she whispers before reaching up and pressing a kiss to his lips.
He slips away to go to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face. He’s exhausted but he doesn’t want to miss any time with her. He hurries back to her side, getting into bed in his underwear and making sure both his phones are on the night table, charged and ready if they need him.
But until then, he belonged to her.
“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep?” It’s the first thing he asks because he knows she has a big day tomorrow. “It can wait.”
“What’s that thing you say about intermittent sleep is actually better?”
“Don’t use my words against me, I do that so people don’t stop me from doing what I think I deserve,” he’s truthful. “I’m not going to ever lie or fib to you again. I hate myself, and if I don’t feel like I’ve done enough I won't sleep or eat sometimes.”
“I do that too,” she’s not proud, “are you trying to tell me you cried cause you’re hungry or tired?”
“No,” he smiles, “but thank you for asking for clarification, I like this new system.”
“Me too.”
“I cried because I really love you and I’m realizing this is all real and I’m going to get to make good memories with you, and when you said kids, even in a hypothetical sense, it made it feel real for me,” he whispers the words before pressing his lips together awkwardly.
She glows in the lap light like she did that first night, “it’s a weird concept, isn’t it? The future. At some point I’m going to have known you longer than anyone, one day we’ll have lived with each other longer than we’ve lived apart. We might be grandparents together one day? It’s all weird to think about.”
“Do you seriously want all that with me?” He’s asking because he has another question to ask right after.
“Yes, Spencer,” she laughs. “I really do.”
“Would you like to Marry me?”
“Seriously?” Her eyes widen and her jaw drops and he’s never seen her look this stunned before.
He nods, “my mom isn’t going to able to appreciate my wedding the longer I wait, and if you really mean it; I’d like to have a wedding with my mom there while she remembers me.”
“I know her birthday is coming up, but can we bring her here instead?”
“Why?”
“My parents decided to drive from Salam to here for my graduation and use the flight money on a nice Airbnb for the week. We should do it while they’re all here because I don’t know when they’d be able to come back,” she has had the same worries about her parents missing her life.
“I’ll ask my mom,” he smiles. “So we’re getting married?”
“in like a week,” she laughs, “oh fuck, how are we going to do that in a week?”
He rolls over and grabs his personal phone, he dials a number and she looks even more confused now.
“Hey Penelope, how fast can you plan a wedding?”
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simmer down-- calum hood oneshot
yeah so this started out as a blurb but...I got carried away. The beginning is really descriptive and Calum doesn’t come in until the end but it’s some fluff after a horrible week I had. 
Word count: 1.6k
Enjoy! :)
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You come home in a huff, your anger is evident in the rise of your heart rate and the slight shake in your fingers. If you were a cartoon, there would be steam emitting from your ears. Calum or Duke haven’t greeted you yet which you’re a little thankful for. 
When you’re frustrated, you tend to let it stew and fester inside until you’re in the safe space of your home. One comment that rubbed you the wrong way and you exploded in harsh words and a snap in your jaw. 
You don’t mean to do it, and you know it’s unfair to lash out so it’s best that you aren’t around anyone when you’re heated. It gives you time to simmer down and get your thoughts in check. 
You place your leftover lunch in the fridge and your lunchbox in its proper place then you rinse out your coffee cup placing it next to the coffee pot for the next day. There’s some crumbs you notice out of the corner of your eye on the counter where you place the cutting board when it’s in use. Calum must have made a breakfast sandwich and missed a few pieces during clean up.
With a small sigh, you swipe the crumbs with your hand and slip them into your other cupped hand to toss them in the trash. Then you turn the faucet on to let it warm and you suds up the washcloth and decide to clean up the whole counter before proceeding to your shared bedroom.
The living room catches your eye and you see a pillow on the floor and a coffee mug left on the table. You fluff the pillow placing it back in the middle of the couch and see Calum’s journal laid open next to his coffee mug that now holds stale coffee. Knowing he likes to keep his writing private until he deems it finished and shares it with you, you turn the cover but notice the words ‘8 hour absence’ scrawled at the top of the page.
Nothing else. You organize the magazines and other books of art and music before looping your fingers in the handle of the mug. There’s a ring of coffee lining the inside when you rinse it out, usually he finishes it. 
It’s for him not to be home when you’re done with work, you think and make your way back to your room. You strip out of your clothes, folding them neatly on the end of your bed. You snatch your favorite shirt of Calum’s, breathing it in as you head into the bathroom. A warm shower always helps clear your head and ease your tense muscles. 
You don’t look in the mirror as you wipe your makeup off with a wipe, tossing the rose smelling towelette into the trash. You remove your bra and underwear and turn on the shower, letting it rain through your fingers until you turn the knob to the perfect temperature. When it’s just the way you want it, you step into the water, the pressure pelts your face like a warm summer’s rain.
You close your eyes and just feel the water roll over your skin, you rub at your neck and twist your head from left to right so the water hits both of your temples. The constant thrum of the stream soothes you and you think you could stay in here for hours. 
Memories of doing just that with Calum surface in your mind. When he’s been gone for promo or interviews all day and your schedules don’t meet up, you always find each other in the shower. Like ships passing in the night finally joining together. 
His hands would roam over your curves while his lips taste the water off your skin starting at your shoulder to the conjuncture of your neck making you tilt your head sideways. When he nibbles at your ear, your body reacts with a pleasurable shiver and a soft laugh. Your own hands are squeezing around his forearms and biceps, your thumb stroking his warm wet skin. 
You’d spend hours under the water catching up on each other’s day with soft kisses in between. Once you’d be all caught up he’d press you against the gray slate wall, his mouth sucking your neck while his fingers pull pleasure in between your legs. Sometimes he’d even be on his knees before you, your leg hitched over one shoulder and his brown eyes daring you to keep staring at him. 
Not wanting to get too caught up in your real life fantasies, you continue your shower and massage the shampoo into your scalp. 
There’s steam on the mirror when you get out and slip on Calum’s shirt. Your anger dissipated and swirled down the drain and the smell of him clinging to the fabric makes you miss him. Your body is sluggish and more relaxed when you put your clothes back in dresser drawers and closet hangers. 
You decide to watch a movie until he comes home but when you make it back downstairs, the door closes and Duke is sniffing and licking at your feet and legs. His tail wags lazily from side to side and you scratch between his ears. 
“You took a shower without me?” Calum’s smooth rumbled tone makes you look up at him. He has on a muscle tee with some athletic shorts, his curls held back by a thin purple headband, his forehead has a thin sheen of sweat. His lips are pulled into a mocking smile while his eyes scan over you in his shirt. 
Upon seeing him, you feel your whole day--your whole week--crash all around you again and you skip into his arms. His arms wrap around your shoulders instinctively, caging you safely against him and you bury your face in his chest. You squeeze his middle as tightly as you can because somehow it keeps you from not falling apart. 
“Hey…” his nose nudges into your wet hair and you feel his lips give a kiss. “What’ssa matter? Bad day?” All you can do is nod and squeeze harder. “You want to talk about it?” You shake your head. “Want me to just hold you for a bit?” You nod again and he chuckles at your silent communication. “I can do that…”
You remain there in the entryway, holding each other and listening to him tell you about his day. He woke up not too long after you left for work (he was disappointed he missed giving a good morning kiss) and made a breakfast sandwich with avocado and vegemite. 
“Which was a pretty good combo, surprisingly, I don’t think you’d like it, though.”
Then he took Duke out and watched him sniff around the yard for a while and enjoyed the sun himself.  He tried to write over a cup of coffee then fell asleep again for a bit. 
“I had a dream we were camping in a small camper, just the two of us and Duke. There were millions of stars, it almost felt like we were on another planet.”
He tried writing at the piano but the notes weren’t flowing from his head properly.
“And when I picked up my guitar my fingers fuckin’ froze up,” he chuckles and kisses your hair again. “I can’t seem to write without my muse here.”
You smile into his shirt, his words giving you butterflies. He tells you constantly you’re his muse but it never fails to make your heart flutter. You tilt your head back, gazing up at him and feel his breath on your face. He didn’t shave today so his stubble is more prominent, you secretly hope he grows it out. 
“You’re a cheese ball,” you grin. 
“I’m your cheese ball,” he pecks your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose again. He continues the circle of kisses until you’re giggling. “How about a back rub?”
“If you insist!”
You’re on top of him on the couch, watching an 80’s movie with his fingers making ellipticals over your back. That’s when you finally open up about your horrible week. He hums and scoffs and even threatens to have a talk with your co-workers.
“You’re a hard worker, sweetheart, I know it sucks that you pick up their slack but it will payoff in the end. You could get a big bonus at the end of the year, don’t think your work doesn’t go unnoticed.”
“Thank you,” you say in a small voice. 
“Look at me.”
You turn your head, his lips smooth and inviting.
“I mean it, sweetheart. Keep being the badass that I know you are, and you know you are.”
“The anger helps me work harder,” you grimace.
“You don’t seem angry now,” he cocks his head to the side. 
“I did a little cleaning, the shower helped and I thought about you...it helped me simmer down.”
His eyes flash and he wriggles underneath you until he pulls out his phone.
“What are you--”
“Shush!” 
You watch him patiently as his fingers move across the screen, then the familiar sound of ‘She Looks so Perfect’ emits from the phone speakers. He flops his phone on his chest, the ‘hey-hey’s’ are muffled and he’s smiling widely. 
“Simmer down, simmer down,” he sings along and you roll your eyes. 
“A cheese ball,” you mock, poking his nose before stretching up to kiss him. The kiss lingers into something more and your legs move in a straddling position over his thighs. 
“Don’t move honey,” he mumbles along with his own voice and his hands slip under your shirt. You simmered down only to have your temperature risen again, but this time you know you’ll like the ending result.
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satendou · 3 years
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⟼ yaku morisuke
⍣ cockwarming mini series | previous: hanamaki | next: shirabu | 5/?
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⇢ pairing: yaku/reader
⇢ au: aged up!au
⇢ summary: yaku needs to study, but he also needs you
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⇢ warnings: cockwarming, tired, stressed yaku
⇢ word count: 1540
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⇢ a/n: this is to fulfill the request an anon sent as well as my need for yaku dick. i will admit i have a bias for yaku so...short king i love he.
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“mori?” you called out, pushing open the door to your shared bedroom. you had been avoiding bothering him all evening, but other than coming out once for dinner, you hadn’t seen him leave the room. “you should maybe take a break, you’ve been at it for hours.”
yaku sighed, feeling irritation bubble up and fizzle out in a tug-of-war in his head. he knew you were just trying to help, to make sure he didn’t overdo it-- again-- but fatigue mixed with stress left him with a short fuse. raking his fingers through his hair, he sat back in his chair, the support creaking beneath him as he stared up at the ceiling. “i have an exam tomorrow. i need to study.”
“i know,” you answered, shyly stepping around the door further into the room. “but you barely ate and-- here.”
yaku looked at the plate you set on the desk in front of him, a sandwich and a cup of coffee just how he liked it, still steaming.
the ire in his chest softened, replaced by warmth, and he smiled. “thank you, babe. why don’t you come here?”
you climbed into his lap when he opened his arms to you, nestling against his chest with your nose pressed into his neck. a heavy sigh escaped you, and he could feel the tension leave your body. his eyes closed, his hand slipping up your shirt to rub your back lightly, a short silence falling between the two of you.
he could fall asleep like that, with your warm weight resting against his chest, lips skimming up and down his neck so lightly he didn’t notice at first.
“mm,” he hummed, hand stilling on your back. “careful, princess. i still have to finish studying.”
even as he said it, though, he could feel his cock stirring in his sweats. he wasn’t even sure how long it had been since the two of you had fooled around, due to busy schedules and long nights.
you pulled back to sit up straight, head bowed as you fidgeted with the hem of the shirt-- his-- that you were wearing. he could see the flustered look on your face, eyes a little too bright, lower lip sucked between your teeth. 
exhaling through his nose, yaku couldn’t help but smile. it really had been too long but…
the pile of notes and open textbooks scattered across the desk were a glaring reminder that he had priorities.
“i-- not tonight, sweet girl,” he whispered, trailing his fingers down your cheek even as he throbbed in his sweats. “i’ll make it up to you, okay?”
shaking your head, you finally looked him in the eye. “can i-- i mean, i could just sit--”
you cut off, dipping your head again, and arousal surged through him. you were offering to just sit on his cock while he studied, and that did something to him.
against his better judgement, he gave in, folding like a house of cards because he needed it. needed to feel you warm and wet and so soft around him-- he was already dripping in his pants at the thought.
“alright, get up for a sec,” he said, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. his sweats slid down to his thighs, hips twitching up at the feel of his own hand, and he suddenly realized it had been so long since he’d even touched himself. “come on then, sweet girl.”
you gasped at the first feeling of his cock sliding between your folds, the head grazing over your clit. it was almost startling how needy you became so fast, just the feel of his hand on your skin making you feel almost too warm.
he let his head fall back onto the chair, hissing when you finally began to sink down on him. the heat of your cunt was almost too much, the way you slid down on him too slow, but he dug his fingers into the arms of the chair to let you take him at your own pace. he didn’t know if it was because it had been so long, but you seemed so much tighter than before.
a hiss escaped him when your hips finally met his, head snapping up to look at where you were seated on him. you were slick around him, walls fluttering, and it felt so good he couldn’t think straight.
“are you alright, mori?” you asked, and he couldn’t tell if he was imagining the hint of smugness in your voice. your fingers were balled up in the cotton of his t-shirt, a whimper slipping through your sealed lips when he shifted lower in the chair with a sigh.
“‘m fine, princess,” he said, though his voice was high pitched, almost cracking as he moved the chair back up to the desk. you were relaxed against his chest, resting your full weight on him with your head on his shoulder, tracing patterns on his chest over his shirt. “you feel so fuckin’ good.”
your breath fanned across his neck when you giggled, squeezing around him in a teasing manner just to hear him groan again. “i’ve missed you, mori.”
for a second, guilt flared through yaku, before he realized he had missed you just as much. you had been just as busy as him, the two of you barely having time to collapse into bed together let alone spend any quality time together. 
pressing kisses over your jaw and up your cheek, he whispered, “i’ve missed you too, sweetheart. we need a vacation.”
picking his pen back up, he struggled to focus on the papers in front of him, the ink letters swimming before his eyes. rubbing at them, he started to write, cross-referencing his work in the textbooks. pausing occasionally to kiss the side of your head, he found himself shifting in his seat just to jostle you, to make you squeeze down around him and sigh against his neck.
the two of you stayed like that for a long while, him scribbling away while you drew on his chest or kissed at his neck. every time you moved, he would tense and relax, letting it be a minor distraction whenever the words became too jumbled in his head.
at some point, you began to talk, to which he absentmindedly responded with small hums or grunts. it was soothing, melding with what he was reading, though he would have expected it to be a hindrance more than a help.
your soft voice in his ear helped to clear his head, to bring him back from the brink of sleep, and the jolt of pleasure that shot through him whenever you shifted forced him to refocus. at long, long last, while you babbled away about a memory he’d heard a thousand times, he set his pen down.
with a groan, he stretched, lacing his fingers together above their head so that they popped. his back made similar noises, causing you to giggle, poking at the sliver of skin that was revealed when his shirt rode up.
“ready for bed, finally?” you teased, though you made no moves to get up. if anything, you settled more heavily on him, nuzzling the sensitive skin you had been toying with for the last hour or so.
he hummed and, without a word, stood up with you in his arms.
you squealed, arms flying around his neck as his cock slid from you. you were too busy laughing to bemoan the loss, with yaku carrying you across the room to the bed.
you landed with a thump, quickly dragging him down to you with little resistance. the two of you squirmed around until you were comfortable, laughing the whole time as you pestered each other.
“would you move your elbow?” yaku groaned, pushing your arm from where it was digging into his ribs.
“maybe if you would get your knee out of my back, i would,” you sniped back, kicking him gently in the shin.
once you were settled again, with yaku’s hard chest molded against your back, you wiggled your hips against his still hard cock.
“what do you want, sweet girl?” he whispered, already sounding like he was falling asleep.
even more softly, so that he had to strain to hear you, you answered, “want you inside me.”
his cock throbbed between your legs, relief filling him that you had asked before he had to. he wanted so badly to slip back inside you, unsure if he would be able to sleep unless he did.
teeth sinking into your shoulder, he felt you contract around him as he sunk back in, pussy parting around him so easily he moaned against your skin. his heart raced for a few moments, resisting the urge to pull out and push back in, until he finally relaxed back into the mattress.
it went without saying that he would be waking you up early before classes, but for now, he was too tired to stay awake any longer.
shifting so that he slid even deeper, and so that you were pulled as close as physically possible to his chest, he let sleep take him as your breathing evened out in his arms.
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atlabeth · 3 years
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transferred part four - atla smau
TRANSFERRED - zuko x fem!reader
masterlist | part 3 | part 5
summary: trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know that he’s falling for you as well.
warning: cursing
a/n: IM SORRY I KEEP SWITCHING POVS the one at the end is katara lmao
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You slipped your phone into the back pocket of your jeans and got out of your car, taking a few moments to stretch out your arms and legs after the long drive. It was a little weird to think that this was going to be your new home and university, especially after so long in Kyoshi, but you were honestly looking forward to the change. After the disastrous breakup you endured, it was time for a new chapter. 
Your eyes instinctively snapped over to where you heard a noise, and a huge grin broke out on your face. Two people were coming out of the complex, and they were none other than your two roommates. 
“Sokka, Aang!” You yelled as you ran towards them. You barreled into Sokka and wrapped him in the tightest hug you could muster, looping Aang into it as well for a few moments before you pulled away, smiling so wide your face hurt. 
“Aang, it’s so good to see you, and Sokka — Sokka, you’ve gotten so tall!” You mussed up his hair with your hand which he swatted away. 
“It’s good to see you too, Y/N, but it hasn’t even been that long! And I don’t know how many times I have to remind you that you’re only a year and a half older than me!” 
“Sokka, I haven’t seen you since I moved to Kyoshi for college. It’s been far too long.” You gestured with your head for them to follow you as you started walking over to your car. “And Aang, it’s been forever since I’ve seen you too! You better be treating Katara well.” 
The shorter boy smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, faint red tinting his cheeks. “I like to think I am, we’re really happy together. She’s the best person that I know and the most beautiful girl ever and she always h-” 
“Okay, that’s enough! Seriously Y/N, you don’t have to whip out the interrogations right away.” Despite his complaints, Sokka gave you a genuine smile and you could tell he was just as happy to see you. 
“Whatever. I’m gonna need all the details on everything that’s been going on the past three years. The occasional facetime call has not been enough.” You went to the back of your car and opened your trunk where most of the boxes were, turning your head when you heard another car pulling up. 
“That’s Katara’s car!” Aang exclaimed. “That must be her and the other girls!” 
The car pulled in two spots away from you and as soon as it stopped, an auburn-haired girl jumped out of the driver's seat and streaked over towards you, wrapping you in an even tighter hug than you gave Sokka. 
“Suki!” She was practically suffocating you but you were so glad to see her that you didn’t even care. “I’m so glad you’re here!” 
“Like I would miss my best friend’s moving day?” The two of you pulled away and went through your increasingly elaborate handshake, ending in a hip bump that caused you both to dissolve into giggles. “You look amazing, Y/N. It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been together.” 
“Well, we don’t have to worry about that anymore, because I’m here to stay! At least for the next four years.” You laughed and looked over to where your sister was helping Toph out of the car and gave her a wave. 
“As much fun as I’m having with all these greetings, we gotta start moving these fuckin’ boxes! At this rate, I’m gonna be sleeping outside.” You hugged Katara as well when she walked over, then you picked the first box up and motioned with your head for everyone else to get one as you started walking backwards towards the apartment. “Toph is the only one who’s exempt from this, everyone else gets a box and s-” 
You stopped in the middle of your sentence when someone bumped into you from behind, causing you to nearly drop your box. You were just as surprised when you felt hands on your waist, keeping you steady and helping you regain your balance. You turned your head and could immediately feel your cheeks heating up as you hastily moved away, laughing nervously and occupying yourself with the box in your hands. 
“Hey! Zuko! Nice to meet you! It is Zuko, right?” His golden eyes seemed to burn into you, but they were offset by his kind smile and the casual nod he gave you. 
“Yeah, that’s me. Sorry I’m so late, I was showering. I didn’t think you were gonna be here so soon.” He waved at Katara and Suki and they smiled back at him. 
He was even more attractive in person. His jet black hair, still a little wet from his shower, hanging just above his eyes was really doing it for you, and god, his eyes. They were intense, but more like a comforting campfire than a raging wildfire. You didn’t even realize you were staring until Sokka elbowed you. 
Your eyes widened slightly and you quickly averted them, adjusting your hold on the box and letting out another nervous laugh. “Now that we’re all here, how about these boxes, huh? I don’t have that much stuff because I’m broke, which is good for all of you.” 
You had gotten out of your flustered state by the time that everyone had a box in hand, save for Toph, and conversation flowed much easier while you and the rest of the group walked into the complex. 
“How was your drive, Y/N?” Zuko asked, holding the door open with his back as you all filed inside.
You shook your head and scoffed as you hit the button to call the elevator. “As boring as you can imagine. Traffic wasn’t horrible, but I swear I hit every single light on the way here. My music was the only thing that kept me sane.” 
“One pro of being blind is that I always have company in cars, but it also kinda sucks when the only source of conversation you have is Sokka or Katara,” Toph said with a teasing grin. 
“What?” Both of the aforementioned yelled at the same time, causing everyone except them to dissolve into laughter. 
“This is what I missed. I don’t even have to make up for three years of missed teasing because Toph’s had it taken care of.” You patted her on the shoulder as the elevator door opened and everyone filed in. “What floor are we on?” 
“Three. There’s a lot of foot traffic and we have some very annoying neighbors, but it’s one of the cheaper places here!” Sokka pushed the button and the doors closed. 
“Sounds.. fun!” You couldn’t really complain because you had practically begged for Sokka to let you live with him, plus you couldn’t afford anything more than splitting rent four ways in a cheap apartment. “Is there anything else I should know?” 
“Sokka never washes his dishes and only takes out the trash if you yell at him to do it. Zuko always leaves his towels on the ground but he’s a neat freak so the cleanliness of his room leeches into the rest of our apartment, it’s great. And I’m a perfect roommate,” Aang said with his smile that could convince you to give him everything you owned. 
“That is such a lie, Aang! I do everything that I’m supposed to do; your room is a mess that can’t even be cleaned up by Zuko, plus you stay up super late all the time talking on the phone to Katara! Thin walls buddy, THIN. WALLS.” 
“Do you want to talk about thin walls? Because you play your music as loud as possible, and somehow it’s always when I’m trying to study! And every time we drink, you become a huge mess.” After Zuko put his word in, the three boys all started arguing. You made eye contact with Katara and Suki; Katara gave you a sympathetic smile but Suki just grinned. 
“Alright, boys! We’re here, so kindly shut up.” You elbowed Sokka in the side as you walked out of the elevator, giving him an innocent smile when he scowled at you. “Lead the way, bro.” 
~~ 
It took about ten minutes to get all of your boxes in the apartment with six people helping you, and though the girls wanted to stay they had to get back for some stuff relating to their classes. You thanked and hugged them all, and soon it was just you, your brother, your sister’s boyfriend, and the guy that you thought was hot. 
You spun around in the living room before collapsing onto the couch, spreading your arms out above you and sighing heavily. “I feel like I could fall asleep right here.” 
“I hope you can because that’s where you’re gonna be sleeping.” You looked up at Sokka with shock, and he stared back at you for about five seconds until he started laughing. 
“Ah, you should’ve SEEN your face!” He managed to get out through his laughter, wiping a tear from his eye. 
“Do you enjoy causing me pain?” 
“Very much so.” 
“You and Sokka are sharing a room, Y/N. Aang and I are in the other. And don’t worry, there are two twin beds in each so you don’t have to share share,” Zuko explained quickly. 
“Oh, fantastic. My boyfriend always snored a lot so I’ve gotten very good at tuning them out. You’re lucky that I’m the best roommate ever, bro.” 
“First you invade the sanctuary that is my home, and then the sanctuary that is the group chat for the home, and now you embarrass me in front of all of my friends for no reason? You are not my mom!” 
“Come on Y/N, we can show you around your room and the apartment.” Aang interrupted Sokka’s spiel, still going on in the background as the two of you walked over to a door with a large band poster on it. 
Zuko watched your retreating figure with a small smile on his face until you disappeared into the room, snapping out of his trance when Sokka started pulling him towards the room, grumbling about how ‘no one appreciates my genius’ and ‘can’t believe they left me’. 
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santigarcia · 3 years
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Watermelon 🍉
Human Touch Part Three
a nathan bateman x f!reader series
Part One | Part Two
word count: 1.7k
rating: M/E for sexual themes, smut (pls only read if youre 18+)
summary: Nathan offers to teach you to box, but he ends up showing you something else instead...
a/n: sorry im late getting this one out! make sure you read part one and part two!! thank you again to @punkpascal and @sergeantkane! let me know what yall think!
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Nathan took you back to your cousin’s after a few more days spent tangled in the sheets. He fucked you a couple times at your cousin’s place just for good measure. It was a bittersweet goodbye, you had to go back home. But there was a promise you’d come back, stay longer with him.
You dated virtually for a few months. It worked out because he was up all hours working and could text you. He’s surprisingly good at multitasking. The sexting and the phone sex were nice, but you both missed each other’s touch. Something about him made you ache to be back in his arms.
He surprised you with plane tickets one day, and you flew out to him. You spent a week this time. But the goodbye was even harder.
An intimacy had grown. Your lives begin to merge.
But there was an air about him that was different. He was happier than he’d ever remember being, but also scared out of his mind. There were hours that would go by when you wouldn’t see him. He’d be working, but mostly he was trying to collect his thoughts. You were such a damn distraction. Every moment spent with you felt like the air in his lungs would leave him, he’d never be able to breathe again with you taking the air from him. His heart thuds in his chest and he swears he’s having a heart attack. But it’s just you, it’s you.
He still can’t believe you’re real.
One afternoon you walked in on him pleasuring himself. Fully naked, flat on his back on his bed. Big hand pumping his dick. Moans echoing in the room. He didn’t see you or notice you until his end. He came with a loud groan and he moaned your name.
When he sat up, he saw you, there was a moment of panic in his eyes, but then it turned to a smirk.
“Enjoy the show?”
“Why didn’t you….come get me?” you flush. He looked away from your gaze, a heat rises in his face and the tips of his ears turn pink.
“I still can’t believe you’re real.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“How long have you been so alone?” your heart hurts and you go over to him and kiss the top of his head.
These are the things that plague him. He’s been so alone for so long; he’s trying to adjust to life with you in his home. The heat in his bed. Someone else showering. Your clothes in the closet. Your shampoo in the shower. Little traces of you.
He’s also not used to having to talk to anyone. He’ll spend hours or days even deep in his work. Barely remembering to eat.
You ate alone one evening, so you wandered into his lab to check on him. When you asked him why he wasn’t with you he snapped at you like a scared wounded animal.
“We don’t have to spend every second together,” he’d said. But as soon as he said it, he was full of regret. He never wanted to see that upset look in your eyes again.
“Well, I only see you if we have sex!” Which wasn’t true, but it’s what it felt like. You’re only here for a week, you wanted to make the most of it.
You walked out of his lab leaving him alone. You saw the look on his face, and he looked defeated. Hurt. Angry. At himself, not at you.
Later you went back into apologize, only to find him asleep at his desk. His face smushed against the keyboard. Several lines of letters were being typed by his cheek on the screen.
“Nathan,” you whisper and gently touch his shoulder. He bolts upright and groans a silent “fuck” when he sees all the letters typed out.
“You need to rest, come with me right now,” you tell him. He doesn’t disagree and he follows you to his bed. You lay down first, on you back with pillows propped behind you. “Come here,” you beckon. And with a happy sigh he lays down, resting his head on your stomach just under your breasts. He breathes deeply as you scratch his back and softly rub his fuzzy head.
“I’m sorry,” you say first. “I’m a little nervous about this.”
“I’m sorry,” he replies. “I’m nervous as shit. I’m not used to having another person around. Especially not someone so-“ his throat tightens. How can he tell you that he loves you already? “What if I’m not good enough for you? I don’t want to hurt you. But- I’ve been trying to think of ways to ask you.”
“Ask me what?” you stroke his beard gently.
“Move out here with me,” he’d whispered into your skin.
“I’d love to,” you whispered back. “And we’ll figure this out. But you are good enough. My only,” you smile and kiss him softly.
He paid for everything. He hired movers to get your things. He paid for any expenses and every ticket. Your parents were a little surprised you were dropping everything to stay with someone they’d never even met, but they’d also never seen you happier in your life.
Nathan enjoyed helping you unpack. He analyzed everything you owned. And he liked making a space for all your things. He rifled through your record collection with keen interest, and all your underwear.
It felt so domestic being with him, and you knew it was the right decision. You’d been worried about being homesick, but that feeling never came. He was your home. You had everything you needed and could possibly want.
You kept in contact with all your friends, you’d video chat with them. There were things you missed, but you settled into life with Nathan with ease.
The newest part for you was sharing space with someone. He’d not done that in some time either. He’s not used to someone curling up against him in the middle of the night. He runs hot, but he can’t push you away. He’ll just turn down the AC.
This morning, the bed is empty. Which isn’t uncommon. He keeps weird hours. You pull on his Henley and some warm pajama pants and wander through the house looking for him.
You find him outside on the deck, he’s practicing his boxing this morning. His fists collide with the punching bag and you can hear him grunt with effort. Unashamedly you watch his tight ass bounce as he hops around on the balls of his feet.
You make your presence known by opening the sliding door to the deck. He sees you with a smile, but he keeps going. He might be showing off just a little for you, but you don’t mind. The newness of the relationship has him doing things of the sort.
“Are you going to teach me how to box?” you ask sitting on one of the deck chairs nearby.
“Well get over here and I’ll teach you,” he grins, his shoulders heave as he breathes deeply.
He holds your hands in his, showing you how to make a fist. His touch is warm, his eyes flicker with desire. He’s sweaty and his kisses are salty.
“Hold your hands like this-“ he tells you. He stands behind you and guides your arms on how to throw a proper punch without hurting yourself. He slots himself behind you, and you can feel him through his thin gym shorts.
“Nathan.”
“Hmm?” he hums in your ear and kisses your cheek.
“What are you doing?”
“I thought I was showing you how to box? What did you think I was doing?” He hums again and ruts his hips against your ass.
“It’s this shirt isn’t it?” you lean back against his chest and wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses your neck and his beard brushes along your skin.
“Yeah, you look so fuckin’ good in my shirt. Hold still,” he tells you and slips his hand down your pants. He wraps his other arm around you to keep you still while he rubs tight circles on your clit. “You know, kitten, I haven’t eaten you out yet. Would you let me?”
“Outside?” you moan while his fingers move. He chuckles in your ear.
“No one’s out here. Please baby, let me taste you.”
“You really want to?”
His fingers move faster, and you buck against his hand. You’re so close, chasing it when he pulls his hand away. He brings his fingers up to his lips and groans in your ear.
“You taste so good, I want more.”
“Please- let me finish. Use your mouth.”
“Attagirl,” he winks and squeezes your ass. “If you’re not ready though, say so. It’s not like I haven’t seen you.” He smirks.
“Where do you want me?”
He points to one of the tables. You sit down on it and lay back. He kneels in front of you and pulls your pants and panties down your legs. He spreads your thighs and puts them over his shoulders while he dives in.
His eyes close in pleasure while his tongue laps at your folds and sensitive bundle of nerves. He sucks and kisses and grazes his teeth. His beard scrapes your thighs, and you scream out in the open air.
“That’s it baby,” he moans against your heat. “Fuck, you have the best tasting pussy.”
“Nathan!” you whine his name, and he goes in harder. Sucking and eating you alive.
“You’re sweeter than the watermelon we had the other night,” he purrs into your heat. He doesn’t stop until you’re coming all over his tongue. Your sweet essence he could drown in. You’re real. Warm, wet, and real. He burns with need after tasting you. He’d keep going if he weren’t so hard in his shorts.
He pushes his shorts down and leans over you, kissing you deeply.
“Can I?” he asks, there’s a pleading tone in his voice. You practically beg him to push inside, you wrap your legs around him and pull him towards you. He sinks in with a sigh. The table scrapes on the deck as he thrusts into you.
“So much for teaching me boxing,” you gasp out a moan when he spills inside of you.
“Next time,” he chuckles, falling on top of you. “I’ve had my workout for the day.”
xx
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kiriluvbot · 3 years
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crop top
“shouto.”
those hands slide up and over his chest. “hanta.”
he swallows. “what are you doing?”
shouto pauses, eyes falling to where his hands have disappeared beneath hanta’s homemade bright pink crop top. “admiring the artwork.”
or; sero wears a crop top. todoroki thinks he’s sneaky. bakugo just wants a snack.
it’s a quiet sunday night when shouto todoroki finds hanta sero humming in the kitchen, drying off cups he may or may not have snuck into his room over the past several days.
it’s a quiet sunday night, and shouto spent half the day asleep and the other half doing homework, and he misses his boyfriend. hanta hadn’t been in his room, so the kitchen was the next best place to search for him.
it’s a quiet sunday night, and hanta sero is tippy toeing to place cups back where they belong in the cabinets. he’s tippy toeing and—
ah.
he’s wearing a crop top.
hanta sero is wearing a crop top.
hanta sero, hero in training, shouto’s boyfriend, is tippy toeing in a crop top, arms raised up high and—
shouto thanks his lucky stars. it’s not often hanta wears crop tops, but when he does—
silent, without even intending to be, shouto pads across the kitchen floor, rubbing exhaustion from his eyes. hanta is settling flat back on his feet, still humming, when shouto comes up behind him and, without warning or any preamble, pushes his hands up his shirt, hugs him from behind.
“found you,” shouto says, completely oblivious to the way hanta nearly jumps out of his skin.
“jesus christ,” hanta clutches his chest, peering over his shoulder at the two toned boy. “where did you come from? you scared the shit outta me!”
shouto’s arms slide around hanta’s waist, fingers splayed out across his abs. his eyes fall shut as he presses his cheek into hanta’s shoulder blade, smiling and content. hanta’s built like a dancer, and shouto likes to appreciate the art work, more shameless and less secretive as time goes on.
“was looking for you,” is all shouto offers him.
hanta inhales sharply. one of shouto’s hands is cold, the other warm, and both of them are, for some reason, rather sneaky tonight. hanta swears he isn't ticklish, but he is, and shouto isn’t being very cautious.
hanta gave denki a bloody nose after a tickle fight once. it was an accident, but denki grabbed his sides and his elbows went flying.
“you found me,” hanta says, still trying to sneak a peek at shouto’s ducked head behind him. “i’m almost done putting up these dishes, then we can—we can go upstairs or something.”
or something. hanta takes a shaky breath, still a little scared and still trying not to knock shouto out every time his sly fingers brush his sides. heat crawls up his neck. he'll never get used to shouto being like this.
shouto hums, and it vibrates through hanta’s back. his thumbs rub circles into hanta’s skin, hands still exploring but staying in relatively safe territory. except hanta can’t really put dishes up with shouto clinging to him the way he is, with his strong arms wrapped around hanta’s waist.
just let me finish these dishes, man. two more seconds and you’ll have my undivided attention, i swear.
“can the dishes wait?” shouto shifts. hanta can feel his hands flatten on his stomach, as he stands up straight.
hanta opens his mouth to respond, chuckling lightly, trying to bite back a growing grin, when warm lips press into the nape of his neck.
oh.
maybe the dishes can wait.
shouto’s left hand disappears and reappears up high, pulling the collar of his shirt out of his way. hanta closes his eyes as shouto plants another warm kiss to his shoulder. then another, and another, pulling the collar further as he explores all the skin available to him. his heart crawls up his throat.
“shou, you know—“
“hm?” another kiss to the hollow of hanta’s collarbone, closer to his neck. it’s warm in here. was it warm in here earlier? maybe not this warm. shouto’s heating up the air with his quirk without even realizing. his cool hand is still exploring hanta’s stomach, his chest pressed to hanta’s back. it’s a lot. it’s not enough.
it’s almost laughable. hanta pushes away all the cups he has yet to put up so he doesn’t knock them over by accident.
“we can—“ he can’t even say it, not with his voice shaking, as shouto kisses the crook of his neck, slow and careful. “we, um—we should go upstairs.” another kiss, higher on his neck, slick and deliberate. god.
“yeah,” shouto murmurs. what the fuck. he’s hardly ever like this. why in the kitchen of all places? why am i complaining? i’m not complaining. any place is good. any—holy shit. shouto’s teeth graze the spot just below his ear and he breaks out in goosebumps. “maybe.”
hanta blinks, and blinks again, breath catching in his throat. he turns around, with what little room he has, seeing as shouto has effectively trapped him against the counter. when he turns, shouto’s hands keep sliding, and when hanta is fully facing him, his hands creep right back up to where they were when this began.
god.
shouto’s hair is a mess, like he’s barely just woken up. his eyes are glassy and sharp. he looks—well, needy. clingy. knowing. the corner of his lip is quirked up, and hanta wants to scoop him up and carry him back to his room, right at this exact moment.
“shouto.”
those hands slide up and over his chest. “hanta.”
he swallows. “what are you doing?”
shouto pauses, eyes falling to where his hands have disappeared beneath hanta’s homemade bright pink crop top. “appreciating the artwork.”
he laughs at that, embarrassingly breathy. his neck still tingles. “shouto.”
blue and gray find black. “hanta.”
“are you gonna kiss me like you mean it now or are you just gonna keep teasing me until i flip you over my shoulder and carry you upstairs myself?”
there it is.
shouto’s ghost of a smirk goes wide—it’s a wonderful sight—as he leans in, shutting hanta in against the countertop completely, hands still exploring what shouto can’t see. he can feel hanta’s heart pounding as he closes the gap and kisses hanta like he means it.
hanta’s eyes fall closed as those lips finally find his own, closes them tighter when shouto squeezes his sides, fingers winding into two toned locks and trying not to pull. any coherent thought leaves his head when shouto’s fingers dance down, down, down, then back up, then around, down again. everywhere.
shouto’s teasing him. on purpose.
it’s working.
well, it would work better if hanta didn’t suck in a breath every time those fingers ghost over some of the most ticklish spots on his stomach. don’t laugh. god, please don’t laugh. it’s—jesus christ.
if he could even think straight, he’d wonder if shouto remembers how ticklish he is, how he rediscovers how ticklish hanta is every single time shouto dips his hands under his shirt. which is, to be honest, more often than one would think. it’s a very strange sensation, being dizzy from the touch, dizzy with want and with trying really hard not to laugh.
the cups are forgotten.
it’s when shouto sucks on his bottom lip that hanta lets out the most embarrassing, breathiest sigh of his life. shouto hears it, too, because he smiles without letting go, hanta can feel it. shouto takes a breath, squeezes hanta’s waist, and does it again.
they definitely should go upstairs. the countertop digs into the small of hanta’s back. if either of them were thinking rationally, they’d worry about someone coming in. well, hanta would. shouto wouldn't. shouto doesn't. he never worries at all, completely oblivious and unknowing when he kisses hanta in public, when he touches him in the presence of other people, deliberately or accidentally.
if he could even think straight, hanta would wonder if shouto even realizes how much power he has over hanta.
but since neither of them are paying attention, the location doesn’t seem to matter anymore.
it’s when shouto’s lips trail down hanta’s jaw, teeth grazing his neck that surprisingly gentle footsteps enter the kitchen.
“what the fuck.”
hanta’s eyes fly open. shouto doesn't exactly stop, either because he didn’t hear the third voice or because he simply doesn't care, so hanta takes to gently pushing him back. which then makes shouto whine. because why wouldn’t he whine when there’s someone watching from the doorway of the kitchen, catching them in the act of being entirely way too adventurous. in the fucking kitchen. hanta’s soul leaves him, his entire body flushing with embarrassment.
“oh my god,” hanta starts, stomach and neck and every single part of him on fire. “bakugo, holy shit, dude—“
bakugo.
katsuki fucking bakugo stands in the entryway, brows pinched together, eyes narrowed in the most accusatory way hanta’s ever seen, fists balled at his sides. his face is red.
bakugo’s face is red.
“what. in the goddamn fuck.”
shouto detaches himself from hanta, and hanta really wishes he hadn’t. bakugo’s eyes stay trained on hanta’s face, on the swollen redness of his lips, on the trail of teased skin on his neck.
he considers taping bakugo to the ceiling, or maybe covering his eyes with tape, or maybe using his tape to swing the hell out of here.
hanta is sure it’s a horrible sight. shouto sighs, leans his head against hanta’s arm as he laces their fingers together. that, at least, keeps him on earth, keeps him from completely unraveling and running away.
“dude,” hanta starts again. “bakugo, i’m so—we just, uh—“
“no,” bakugo holds up a hand like he’s gonna blast them both to pieces. “nope. absolutely fucking not. i don’t wanna fuckin’ hear it.”
“i swear, we were just leaving. um, we—just, please—don’t say—“
warning sparks ignite in his palm. shouto yawns.
“get a fuckin’ room, you animals!” bakugo keeps turning redder. “i didn’t wanna fuckin’ see that—fuckin’—“
“close your eyes then,” shouto offers, tugging at hanta’s hand.
hanta chokes on laughter as bakugo face screws up impossibly tighter. “damn you, icyhot bastard! i’m not in the mood for your shit! just—god, get outta the damn kitchen!”
hanta is ready to melt through the floor at this point. to turn to dust, to never been seen again. every inch of him is burning up with embarrassment and want and it’s shouto’s fault. he squeezes the two toned boys hand back and starts leading the way out of the kitchen, bowing to bakugo as he passes.
“please don’t tell anyone,” hanta practically begs.
bakugo is trying not to look him in the eye, trying to ignore the darkening spots on his neck. “yeah, yeah, whatever. go on!”
shouto follows behind hanta with his head held high, hair a disaster, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. he even has the audacity to wink at bakugo when hanta isn’t looking anymore.
they're lucky the entire kitchen doesn’t get blown to bits.
“what the fuck,” hanta sighs when they finally make it to the elevator. shouto doesn’t release his hand. hanta doesn’t want him to let go. in fact, he would like to continue what they started before he dies, but embarrassment overpowers everything else. “that was—that was horrible.”
shouto presses the button for their floor when he finally looks hanta in the face again. hanta’s red, redder than even bakugo was, and he won’t stop chewing the inside of his cheek.
“you’re super red,” shouto comments.
hanta huffs at that, squeezes shouto’s hand. he doesn’t look shouto in the eye. he can’t. “yeah? well, i’m—i’m really embarrassed.”
shouto tilts his head, white hair splaying across his forehead. hanta watches the elevator doors close, blinks when shouto reaches up to tuck a piece of hanta’s hair behind his ear. “why?”
hanta looks at him, then, jaw nearly dropping to the floor. shouto doesn’t look embarrassed, only mildly disheveled. mildly. well, maybe a bit more than mildly. “why?” hanta outright laughs at that. “shou, bakugo just—just walked in on us making out.”
“so?”
so?!
“you had your hands up my shirt.”
“yeah.”
“you had me pinned against the counter.”
“i know.”
hanta’s brain clouds with question marks.
“we—we were making out. in the kitchen and bakugo—katsuki bakugo saw us.”
shouto nods. “yes, i remember.”
is the elevator slow today? hanta rubs the back of his neck; a nervous tick.
“that wasn’t embarrassing for you?”
“not really,” shouto sighs, not dismissive, just a deep breath, like he’s reminiscent or something dramatic like that. hanta considers shoving him into the wall right here. “i’d like to pick up where we left off, though—hey, you're really red again.”
hanta stares at him, flushing from his head all the way down to his toes again. heat crawls over his skin. he almost laughs, turning his eyes to the ceiling in silent prayer. “you’re gonna kill me, shou.”
this doesn’t sit right with shouto at all. “what? why would you say that? what did i do?”
“not literally, i just—“ hanta pulls shouto close to him and admires the way shouto blushes, for the first time all night. the elevator doors open. finally. god. “come on, shou. we’re going to my room.”
finally.
then hanta picks shouto up, wraps his legs around his waist and marches down the hall, both of them laughing quietly and murmuring things to the other. hanta digs for his key without taking his eyes off shouto, off the high blush on his cheeks, off the way his hair frames his face as shouto peppers him in kisses, much sweeter and gentler than before.
after the door is unlocked, hanta kicks it open, tosses his key somewhere he’s sure he won’t be able to find, and shoves the door closed again.
shouto’s grinning like a madman the entire time, already sneaking his hands back up hanta’s crop top.
bakugo doesn’t tell a fucking soul, and even puts up the cups hanta forgot about.
drops this and sprints away, again
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29904657
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tintinwrites · 4 years
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Sunday Morning With Pedro Characters but I’m Only Slightly an Asshole to the Characters
I love Pedro and everyone’s fics and headcanons for him and I’m kind of nice in this one anyway.
Agent Whiskey
you have brunch every Sunday and yes it is at Denny’s
it’s a little nice, though, listening to the mixed conversations of all the other people in the restaurant as the two of you quietly enjoy a meal
Jack keeps smiling across the table at you and it makes something in you flutter
“You make a man like myself enjoy Sunday morning like a black-bellied whistlin’ duck enjoys a quiet swim in the crick.”
you’re not sure how much a black-bellied whistling duck enjoys a quiet swim in the crick, but he reaches across the table to hold your hand over your Grand Slam and runs his thumb gently over your skin and you then understand everything about black-bellied whistling ducks
brunch is followed by a drive in that thing he calls a car
sometimes you go back to your or his place and canoodle (his words, not yours), but then there are times when he parks his car in a secluded little spot and you “come across the goods” (HIS WORDS, NOT YOURS) in the backseat
Sunday mornings with him are relaxed, but you are going to end up with your legs above your head thanks to that Southern charm
Comandante Veracruz
he sleeps in for an entire half hour
wakes you up with a smack to the ass so hard you wake up in another dimension
you mumble something to him about being a normal human being as he presses sucking, biting kisses along the side of your neck
“Your breakfast is ready.”
you know exactly what he means don’t even pretend you don’t it’s pressing into your thigh
and you suck his dick bc it’s fun and it makes him real soft afterwards (in two ways!)
he pounds two orgasms out of you with his fingers then gets up to get ready for his day
Sunday mornings with him are sexual obvs and then you lay in bed watching him gel his hair until he pats your ass and tells you to get up
Dave York
he’s never in bed when you wake up and that includes on Sundays
always sitting over a desk working on something that he won’t tell you about
it doesn’t really matter that you’re wearing his favorite sexy little nightgown and pouting in the doorway bc he doesn’t even look at you
“Go for a walk or something, I’m busy.”
you usually end up alone eating bland af eggs bc he doesn’t own seasonings since, and you quote, “Salt is spicy enough.”
but then he comes into the dining room with a self-satisfied smirk and he kisses your temple and takes you over the dining table real quick
do i mean quick
Sunday mornings with him are lonely and then sweaty...so sweaty...you don’t understand how he can sweat so much from thirty seconds of sex
Din Djarin
whatever the Star Wars equivalent of Sunday is, no one is the same with Din
sometimes you’re with him on a hunt for a bounty, sometimes you’re alone on the Razor Crest to watch the Child as he works, and then there are your favorites
no bounties, no running, just a handful of credits and some good food and lodging on the nearest good planet
“He likes it here.”
this is something Din muses as he watches the kid play with other younglings or explore or happily eat a new food
but sometimes you look up to find he’s staring at you as he says it and you wonder if he’s talking about himself without really telling you
you’ll probably tell him you love him on one of these days
Sunday mornings with him are different, but nice just because you’re with him. You especially like the ones where he’s happy and almost calm and let’s you in his room once the Child is asleep
Ezra
you’ve been up for an hour and he’s still passed out, face down in bed, snoring his head off
I don’t know if ‘noon’ exists in this world but that’s when he’ll be up
you’re walking around doing what needs to be done when you see him looking up at you with a little smile
“Your inimitable beauty is even more prominent in this morning light.”
you tell him it’s not morning and roll your eyes when he says he’s hard either way
he seems sleepy but he WILL jump out of bed if you try to walk away and drag you back in with him
yes he eats your pussy without you needing to ask him
Sunday mornings with him are lazy for him as you occupy your time, then both of you stay in bed all lazy until it’s time to go prospecting
Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales
the only way you’re waking him up before eleven is by wiggling your ass or hips into his dick, depending on the position you were sleeping in
he works hard and Sundays are his day where he does nothing but you
a little sleepy and mumbling things, he’ll take you slowly and sweetly
“G’morning. So beautiful. You like that?”
he’ll make sure you both cum then promptly pass out for another ten minutes
he pads into the kitchen with his hair stuck up all over the place and wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your neck for a few minutes before helping you make breakfast or lunch
you pretty much eat and bang all day
Sunday mornings with him are soft and sensual and the most loving thing e v e r
Javier Peña
you woke up alone before Javi and when you first started sleeping with him
you couldn’t really blame him for being scared of attachments in his line of work. you were scared too
then one day you were shaken from a stakeout and you begged him to stay when he was still inside you, and he started falling asleep in your bed a bit more often
“You need some good dick in the morning?”
he teases you with this when he's sitting up in bed, turned away from you as he takes a drag of a cigarette, and you crawl over to kiss his back
you need him in the morning but you don’t want to scare him off
the two of you usually end up with some sort of pastry or street food for breakfast, which you eat in a comfortable silence
Sunday mornings with him are lonely even when he’s standing right there by the window with a cigarette or a drink, and yet he finally makes your Sundays enjoyable and fulfilling
Marcus Pike
he’s an early riser, but he let’s you sleep as long as you need to when there’s nothing to be done
sometimes he accidentally wakes you up a little when he’s kissing your nose for the eight time and he quickly backs away to let you fall back asleep
he does try to wake you up before noon just to be sure you eat something, presenting you with some kind of breakfast whether he made it or bought it from the nearest cafe
“Hey, sleepyhead. You need to eat something, beautiful.”
you nibble on a doughnut or a bagel as you lean into his chest, and he mostly steals bites because it makes you laugh
morning sex with Marcus is the best sex with Marcus
okay any sex with Marcus is the best sex with Marcus because he cares so much about your pleasure but morning sex is so soft and gentle
Sunday mornings with him are like...a breeze on an empty beach with the waves crashing gently on the shore. Perfect. Also he wants to give you a life, and a home, and a family if you want it
Maxwell Lord
wakes up at six AM exactly, works on his hair until seven, and is in a suit and downstairs by 7:15
he reads the paper. the business pages. yes.
you come down to the kitchen at eight and as you gently tell his personal chef what you’d like to eat, he snaps his fingers at them to speed it up
“Someone’s lazy today. Where are my slippers?”
he’s a fuckin jerk but hey he puts his hand on your thigh as you eat breakfast and maybe his thumb rubs little circles sometimes
your Sunday sex is scheduled for 9:30 and he will do it wherever he’s flexible and there’s enough mirrors in the house for it to work for him
the one day of the week he decides you can orgasm tbh
Sunday mornings with him are rich. I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s like being married to a rich man in 1954. There’s waffles.
Max Phillips
this man wakes up pretty damn early for a vampire thanks to his executive bullshit
an actual Sim who stands in front of the mirror for an hour practicing his speech
he finds blood to drink somewhere and you just let him as long as it’s not from you
“Selling is service. Service is selling. Sex sells. Oh, hey!”
that’s him realizing you’re standing there and thinking about sex with you
he mentions making a sex tape of the two of you to sell and you ask if he even shows up on film and the boy POUTS
a handjob fixes that tho so
Sunday mornings with him are...interesting.
Oberyn Martell
you’re probably still fucking from Saturday night
I don’t even know if days of the week exist in Game of Thrones thanks
there are other people in the room including Ellaria so it’s not just you and him alone
“I’m starving for you.”
yes he eats pussy for breakfast and someone else is probably sucking on your titties
you’ll probably end up sucking his dick for your own breakfast
and you’ll be riding him too
Sunday mornings with him are like any other morning with him; fuckin’.
Pero Tovar
he wakes up an hour before sunrise
doing men’s work I DO NOT KNOW WHAT MEN DO
you wake up and make him his breakfast because that’s what a good 1100′s wife does
“Good morning, woman.”
he eats like he’s angry at the food but you know he loves it
there wasn’t much to do back then so some good ole baby-making sex is next
then you cook his second breakfast duh
Sunday mornings with him are very Middle Ages.
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pixie-cocaine · 4 years
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ATEEZ Reaction To: San and his S.O. being sexually active
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I really liked your jongho one so I was wondering if you could do ateez’s reaction to you and san being sexually active?? or something similar to that?? thank you in advance!!
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                 (This is really really explicit so read at your own caution!!)
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Hongjoong ♡:
• was straight vibing while cooking dinner when you stumbled into the kitchen
• bruh you were walking around like Bambi dadhsuadhbau
• damn noodle legs up in here
• he looked so scared when he saw you wobbling while trying to open the cabinet lmao can you imagine
• “Woah, are you ok, ______?”
• “Yeah, yeah. Peachy,” you gave him a very pained smile and resumed raiding the kitchen
• “What are you looking for?”
• would come up from behind you and put a hand on your hip absentmindedly when you hissed and backed away from him 
• hella geeked out
• “Damn, what happened?”
• you’d laugh, raising an eyebrow 
• “You sure you wanna know?”
• he’d nod
• You’d lift up your shirt enough to show the blooming red bruises on your hips 
• “San was a bit rough. I was looking for some ziplock bags so I can put ice in them to ease the soreness”
• his eyebrows would shoot up to his hairline lmaoo
• nonetheless, he’d still toss them your way and fight to not choke on his own spit as you thanked him with an added wink and went back to your room
• literally can never look at you without thinking of that suggestive smile you gave him
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Seonghwa ♡:
• he drinks to forget
• forget what you ask?
• Oh, you know, just the fact that he walked in on you and San going at it like rabbits
• all Hwa wanted to do was grab his charger lmao
• but no, he has to live with the knowledge that you have a nipple piercing and shake when you orgasm
• in his defense, he did knock a couple times, but when you guys didn’t answer because you were so distracted he just said fuck it and opened the door. If only he knew that he’d get a perfect view from the side of you riding San, tongue pressed against your upper lip and two fingers sucked into his mouth.
• he could’ve died right then and there when your eyes flicked up to meet his, a surprised grin spreading across your swollen lips as you leaned back to find purchase on one of San’s raised knees
• “Uh-oh, look who decided to show up,” you rasped
• San chuckled around your fingers when he saw Hwa’s face, frozen in an expression of what looked to be distress, before pulling them out with an audible pop and letting his head fall back into the mattress with a groan
• “Either take a seat or get out.”
• Hwa couldn't have slammed the door so fast I’m gONE
• head goes so far into the gutter every time he hears your voice that it’s sad
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Yunho ♡:
• Aw man, poor Yunho lmao
• he really didn’t deserve to have his ears exposed to such sin
• he was eating popcorn, binge-watching horror films when his phone began to ring beside him
• he picked it up, held it to his ear, and just as he was about to ask what San wanted, he heard something he really wasn’t ready for
• “Baby cumming! Oh一fuck一Oh my god,” your moans began to reach high pitches as you sobbed out warnings of your approaching orgasm, the lewd sound of skin-on-skin in the background as San’s frequent pants and gasps rung through the receiver.
• Yunho froze, he wanted to end the call, realizing it definitely was an accident, but his fingers began to clam up and all of his joints snapped on lock
• he didn’t mean to get a hard-on, he swears
• he just looked down and there it was, poking at the front of his sweats
• “Cum with me, baby,” Yunho could hear San whimper, “wanna feel you clench around my cock when I fill you up.”
• after a couple seconds of just sitting there with his mouth gaping open, he finally found the courage to end the call and set his face in his hands
• the next time he saw you, you were so casual
• he swears he saw you smirk at him as you left though
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Yeosang ♡:
• Yeosang usually enjoyed staying up a bit late listening to music and doing fuck else, and this time was no different
• was tweaking his drones when the thumping started
• it came from behind him, vibrating from the wall he sat against
• it sounded like... the bang of a headboard against a wall
• Yeosang wasn’t stupid
• he knew that both you and San were the room next to him
• he was suddenly so tired lmao
• all the energy and drive to live just drained out of him at the rackus of yall’s fuckin
• said “Alrighty then” before putting on his headphones, blasting the music, and trying to fall asleep
• would stare at the ceiling until he passed out
• never mentioned it to you but would always purse his lips whenever you and San had sex and try not to throw his phone at the wall and scream at you guys to shut up
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San ♡:
• very grateful that you give him kitty when he needs it nfaiibvibasuv
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Mingi ♡:
• always watches movies with you because you’re the only one who humors his little comments throughout the film
• he often likes to critique while watching, and he enjoys when you add on to it and begin to make inside jokes with him
• everyone else tells him to shut up ;(
• you’d be in the middle of a shitty old ripoff of Ratatoullie, legs flung over Mingi’s lap and back against the couch, when he started trying to tickle your feet and you moved your foot back instinctively
• it spread your thighs and gave Mingi a perfect view of the smooth inner flesh
• he laughed and looked down at you, but in his periferal, he saw something on your thigh
• “Holy... is that a bite mark, ____?”
• his hand unconciously went to poke at the angry red mark, the undeniable tracing of teeth mars near the crotch of where your shorts sat on your bottom half
• you flinched when he made contact, slamming your legs shut and smacking his arm as you sat up
• “You don’t touch something that looks like it hurts without permission”
• your words held no venom, so he allowed a smile, still staring at your legs
• “Maybe, but what happened?”
• “San happened.”
• was all you said, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl and heading to the kitchen
• “I’m going to get more snacks!”
• he really said :O
• but nah, he had an idea that you would have your fun with San. He had his suspisions whenever you pulled San into the bathroom and took forever for “a couple shower with my lovely boyfriend San”
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Wooyoung ♡:
• he always knew
• he’s literally just as much of a slut, he’s no stranger to  the telltale signs of glassy eyes and a scratchy voice
• so when you come into the kitchen for a glass of water and already see Woo leaning against the counter, holding a box of Cheez-Itz and munching on two of the crackers, he notices the way your words come out in a rasp as you say “Hi” and wave
• he chuckles, watching you press a tall glass against the water dispenser and look at him with a confused frown
• Woo leans in to your face, which makes you, in turn, take a step back
• “Look at me, ____,” he demands
• you do
• all of a sudden, he’s gripping your jaw and turning your face at different angles with a lop-sided grin
• “Say my name”
• “Wooyoung...?” it comes out as more of a question than a statement of his name
• “Damn,” he laughs and finally lets go of you
• “San gave it to you good, huh? Tell him he did a good job”
• you looked so done with his ass lmao
• flipped him off as you turned the corner
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Jongho ♡:
• babie babie alert!!!
• woke up early one morning
• and usually, when he wakes up, if he’s not rushing to do anything, he takes showers
• was making his way to the bathroom when he stopped at the sound of the shower running
• knocked like the absolute sweetheart he is omfgwhatanangel
• “Who’s in there!?”
• waits a beat, then gets his answer
• “S-sa-nn一fuck一and ____!”
• his heart skips a beat at the way your voice sounds choked off, strained as you struggle to, what it seems like, not cry out
• “Oh... okay!”
• is really not about to say anything, too shy even if he wanted to
• when you come out and see him sitting on the couch in the living room, you wave at him, smiling to yourself when he flushes red and nods in acknowledgment. 
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mummybear · 4 years
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Need You Tonight
This Is Day 22 Of RolePlay May
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Words: 2852
Warnings: Smut, Use Of Remote Control Sex Toy, Dirty Talking, Long Distance, WebCam Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Controlled Orgasm Think That’s It.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: You’re really missing Dean while he’s away hunting with Sam, so you give him a call and let him know just how much you’re missing him.
A/N: Sorry guys I know I’m super behind on Roleplay May, but I’m getting there haha :P Once again thank you to Bee @negans-lucille-tblr for being my beta and encouraging me :) Hope you enjoy!
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Sam and Dean were away on a hunt. You had wanted to sit this one out, there was a lot at the bunker that still needed doing so you offered to stay behind, knowing that the boys really needed to get out and spend some time together. You had given up trying to update the research books in the library. The chair was really hurting your ass. So you’d decided to take your laptop back to the room that you shared with Dean.
Despite them only being gone a few days and it being your idea to stay behind, it hadn't stopped you missing him, or the way that he would always cuddle you in bed and keep you company when you were doing research, even if most of the time he ended up distracting you completely. 
With your laptop on your legs you lean back against your pillows and despite yourself, you start to feel your eyes slipping closed. Laptop forgotten, you finally let yourself fall asleep despite just how early it is right now. Your dreams are full of Dean and things quickly turn sexual, your brain is consumed with thoughts of his lips and his tongue, his big hands, strong arms and broad shoulders; the freckles that dust his perfectly tanned skin.
You're pulled from your dreams when your phone starts ringing. You clear your throat before you grab it and finally answer it.
“Hello?” Your voice is a little husky as you speak into your phone, trying to wipe the sleep from your eyes after a good few hours of sleep.
“Well hello sleepy head, you had me worried there for a second.” Dean chuckles into the phone when you groan, but you’re still smiling because it’s the first time you’ve heard that voice in a good few days.
Clearing your throat again you take a sip of the water on your side table before speaking again.
“I’m sorry baby. I fell asleep but if it’s any consolation I was dreaming about you,” you all but purr into the phone, hearing Dean’s chuckle on the other side of the phone.
“Sweetheart, were you having naughty dreams about me again?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he talks.
“Oh baby, you would've loved them, they were filthy.” You giggle, hearing the deep growl on the other end of the phone. “Have you got your own room tonight, Dean?” You ask seductively, wiggling awkwardly on the bed feeling yourself growing increasingly uncomfortable and that certainly isn’t helped with the deep timber of your boyfriend's voice.
“Come on sweetheart you know I would love whatever is going on in that filthy brain of yours. And yes, don’t worry I’m all on my own,” he assures you, remembering what had happened the last time the two of you had decided to try this and Sam had woken up.
“In that case, have you got your laptop?” you ask, biting your lip as you pull up Dean’s contact on your laptop.
Dean chuckles and you hear him shifting on the other end of the phone.
“Yeah, hang on. I’ll call you back.” 
You smile as you hang up quickly pulling off your shirt, leaving yourself in just your black lace push up bra which gives you the most amazing cleavage and matching form-fitting black panties. You can’t help but grin excitedly when your laptop starts making the telltale shrill ring and you see Dean’s contact picture pop up.
You press the icon and the call connects.
Leaning back against the headboard you rest the laptop on your legs, watching Dean’s eyes scan your bra clad chest as he chews on his bottom lip.
“God. I fucking miss you, sweetheart,” Dean groans pulling off his shirt and tossing it on the floor by the bed, leaving him in a simple black t-shirt.
“Yeah? How much?” you ask seductively, moving the laptop between your legs and aiming the camera properly so that he can still see as much of you as possible.
“God damn baby girl, is that new? I don’t remember that one.” 
You cup your tits still perfectly encased by your bra and squeeze them gently, watching the way his eyes practically darken before your eyes.
“Thought I’d buy you a treat baby,” you tell him, keeping your voice sweet. Wiggling a little so he can see just how naked you are for him. 
“I just wish you were in front of me right now, so I could show you just how much I miss you.” 
“Fuck you’re perfect. I almost forgot just how damn good you look. God your tits look amazing.”
His groan of appreciation only makes your smile widen. “Oh yeah? Well, why don’t you show me some skin Winchester and you can see whatever you want.” You bite back your smirk when he winks at you and pushes the laptop down the bed. You watch him turn the screen as he climbs off of the motel bed and pushes down his dark jeans, kicking them to one side he slowly pulls off his t-shirt. 
You can’t help but groan at the sight of him, almost completely naked, palming the massive bulge in the front of his boxers with his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks at you.
“Show me that ass baby, what I wouldn’t give to have that bouncing while I fuck you.” Dean’s growl and his words cause more arousal to pool in your already damp panties and you can feel your breathing starting to increase.
You shift up the bed a little and turn over, gripping the headboard as you roll your hips back for the camera, looking over your shoulder you see Dean's hand slip into his boxers.
"Is this what you want Dean? You want me bent over in our bed, while you fuck me from behind? You wanna watch my ass bounce while you fuck me good and hard?" You ask him seductively before you bring your hand down on your ass and a loud slap echoes around the small bedroom.
"Sweetheart, you have no idea. I'd have you in so many positions and you'd be coming so hard that you'd be seein’ fuckin' stars. Now turn back over, wanna see those eyes. You know I love seeing you like this, you always give me the best fuck me eyes." 
You turn over and get comfortable again, quickly meeting your boyfriend's darker than usual gorgeous green eyes. 
“Oh yeah. There they are.” He smirks and you can’t help but admire just how good he looks or the way his teeth drag over his bottom lip in the sexiest way possible.
Dean lays back on the bed leaving the laptop beside him, pushing it back far enough so that you can see almost all of him, from his face to his knees. You copy him, shifting to your side and push your laptop back. Dean always had this way of making you feel like the sexiest person in the world and you still weren’t used to it.
“Take your bra off baby, wanna see you.” Dean groans and your eyes move to his hand pushed inside his boxers and the muscles tensing in his forearm as he continues to move his fist over his thick cock at a steady pace. 
Sitting up slightly you unhook your bra and drop it on the floor beside the bed, quickly hearing Dean suck in a breath. 
“How’s this gorgeous?” You ask your voice quiet and breathy as you tweak your nipples between your thumbs and forefingers and cup them roughly.
“Shit princess, so fuckin’ hot. What I wouldn’t give to have my face between your legs right now, get you nice and wet. Tell me how it feels.” Dean grunts, shifting on the bed again and pulling down his boxers. It forces a moan to slip from your lips when you finally get to see him in all of his glory. 
“My hands are too small. Doesn’t feel as good as yours do, you know I love those big hands of yours,” you pout, your eyes immediately dropping to the screen where Dean’s free hand flexes in the cheap duvet he’s laying on.
“Oh I know you do baby, but your small hands always feel so perfect around my cock. So warm and soft.” Your breath hitches in your throat when you see Dean pull out the remote for the present he got you last year for Christmas, tossing it on the bed where he knows you can see it and that filthy smirk appears on his plump lips.
“Go get your toy and take your panties off baby,” Dean instructs you quietly.
You hear him laughing when you practically jump off of the bed and go to your box underneath, pulling it out you quickly find the toy that you’re looking for. You toss it onto the bed and wiggle out of your panties, swinging them in front of the camera hearing Dean groan you smile to yourself finally letting them fall to the floor. Getting back into your original position on the bed you move one of your legs, bending at the knee so the heel of your foot presses against your ass, giving Dean the full view.
You keep your eyes on Dean’s as your hand moves slowly down your stomach and your fingers slip through your pussy. 
“Dean, please,” you gasp as your fingers circle your clit before you gently push them inside your throbbing heat. “So wet,” you whimper with the first few thrusts of your fingers.
“Fuck I miss that pretty little pussy sweetheart. Just a little more, you think you can get another finger in for me?” His voice is so deep and husky, it’s doing just what it does to you every time and it feels like he’s pulsing through your veins.
You squeeze your breast as you ease a third finger inside your wet pussy, hearing Dean grunt and your eyes flash to where his fingers tighten around the base of his cock. 
“You like watching me fuck myself with my fingers baby?” Comes your breathy reply, feeling your pussy clamp around your fingers when Dean nods his lip caught tight between his teeth.
“Don’t tease me, bad girl,” he replies breathlessly, “now take your fingers out, it’s my turn to play with you.” 
When the final word leaves his lips you reluctantly pull your fingers free, keeping your eyes on his when you suck them between your lips, “You wanna taste Dean?” 
“Y/N. Put your toy in that tight little pussy, now. Or when I get home you won't be getting any of what you want.” Dean’s threat only serves to make you more aroused but you decide you don’t wanna risk it just in case he means it.
“You know I love it when you get bossy. You’re sexy when you get angry.”
He chuckles despite himself but quickly clamps his mouth closed when you grab your pink toy from the bed, carefully easing the egg-shaped device inside yourself slowly. You can’t stop the whimper when it slips inside you and nestles perfectly against your walls. 
“Good girl, now I want you to lean back against the headboard again. Legs either side of your laptop wanna watch them shake when I make you come.” Following his instructions you quickly shimmy up the bed once more, leaning back against the headboard and you spread your legs either side of your laptop.
Hearing Dean groan at the sight of your spread slick pussy, you can still see him perfectly in this position as well. The way that he moves his fist over his thick cock, the way that his thighs and arms clench with every stroke. The tick in his jaw when he grits his teeth, you whimper watching his thumb finally press against the button on the remote. A few seconds later you feel a gentle but constant vibration that causes your hands to fist in the duvet beneath you.
“Dean, please!” You gasp when he presses the button again, ramping up the vibrations and causing your hips to roll down into the feeling.
“Be patient baby, gonna build you up nice and slow. Until you’re begging me to come.” His deep voice causes you to shiver and you can’t stop yourself from clamping your eyes closed.
“Does that feel good baby, or do you need more?” His question is pointless, you know he knows exactly what you need, but you don’t have it in you to argue that point with him. 
You can feel your arousal as it slides from your pussy, down the crack of your ass and onto the bed beneath you, but you can’t find it in you to care.
“F-Fuck Dean! Please, I need more,” you reply simply, knowing that you can’t even touch yourself since he would count that as misbehaving.
The vibrations inside you quickly kick up two notches at least and your eyes snap open, falling on Dean’s gorgeous face. His teeth clenched together, only parting when he sucks in breaths of air, his eyes just barely open while he continues to work his cock in his hand. Neither of you can take your eyes off of one another. 
“You’re close ain’t ya, sweetheart?” He breathes out heavily, gripping the base of his cock to try and hold back his own orgasm.
You nod rapidly, forcing yourself to keep your eyes open.
“Please baby, let me rub my clit,” you whimper, sinking your teeth into your lip when Dean growls and you watch him shake his head.
He presses the button again and you cry out loudly, suddenly very glad that you’re alone in the bunker.
“This orgasm is mine, princess. Keep your hands to yourself. Just imagine when I get home, how good my cock is gonna feel when it fills your tight little pussy.” His husky voice shoots through your body like another bolt of arousal settling in your stomach.
“Fuck, yes Dean!” You cry out when he presses the button again, causing your muscles to clench tightly. 
“Oh, there it is,” Dean growls and you can hear his hand moving again, “Look at me baby girl, you gonna come thinkin’ about my thick cock filling your tight little pussy. God you’re so tight, can’t wait to sink inside you when I get home, you’re gonna be gushing all over my cock ain’t ya baby?” His laboured breathing increases and as you meet his eyes you realise that that was the final straw.
Every muscle in your entire body clenches and spasms until you're coming thick and hard, your pussy clinging and pushing at the toy still vibrating hard inside you. You feel the wetness as it soaks your thighs, quickly followed by Dean’s loud and drawn out moan of your name, accompanied by several swear words.
You can still feel your legs shaking even as you start to come down, your eyes flutter open quickly seeing Dean’s body laying back on the bed. Eyes screwed tightly shut as he pants for air, chest rising and falling fast. 
“Fuck me,” he laughs, turning his head and opening them. You smile widely at the look on his face and at the glint in those gorgeous green eyes.
You shake your head as you giggle and reply, “Well that’s the plan, when you get that fine ass of yours home, Mr Winchester.” 
Grinning cockily, Dean opens his mouth to reply but is quickly cut off when you both hear a knock at his motel door.
“Give me a second, sweetheart.” Dean winks, grabbing the towel from beside the bed and wiping his come from his stomach and hand. 
“Dean!” Comes a gruff voice and Dean sighs loudly. 
“Hang on Sammy! I’m comin’.” The older man throws you a wink as he pulls up his boxers, making you giggle. 
You watch his tight little ass walk away and carefully pull the egg out, whimpering at how sensitive you are but you’re quick to cover yourself when Dean opens the motel door, even if you know the screen is hidden from Sam’s view.
Hearing them talking in hushed tones, you’re fairly certain Dean has to hang up when you hear him beginning to get annoyed with his brother.
“Son of a bitch! Fine. Just give me five.” Dean sighs, closing the door and walking back towards the camera.
“Hey baby, you gotta go?” You ask gently, smiling at him. “Don’t apologise, Dean, you really don’t need to. Besides, I plan on texting you.” You grin cheekily, watching that beautiful smile return to his plump lips.
“You really are the best, baby girl.” 
“You’re not so bad yourself Winchester, now stay safe and I’ll see you both soon.” 
The call disconnects with your final goodbye to one another and you snuggle down into your bed, pulling Dean’s pillow close. It doesn’t take you long before you fall asleep, enjoying the way that your dreams are full of Dean Winchester and that filthy mouth of his.
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Beg For It | Jeff Wittek
ok so i took this from here. nobody requested it but me and ashley (as always) were talking about one of jeff’s 203 sides and i needed to write this. so thank you ashley for this. my inspo for probably everything now.
this just might be the actual filthiest thing i’ve ever written so um yeah majorrr smut warning.
Your music blared through Jeff’s apartment as you went room to room, cleaning everything to perfection. It was no surprise that this quarantine was getting to your head and the only thing you could do was clean all day. So that’s what you did.
Jeff made it very clear that touching any of his barber things when he’s not around is the only thing off limits. But does that mean cleaning his area is off limits, too? You were about to find out.
Just as you were about done without putting anything out of its place, your hip accidentally knocks his desk causing things to fall everywhere. Not only were hairspray and hair gel bottles everywhere, but sitting right at your feet, in too many pieces to fix, were his hair clippers.
“Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” You scrambled to pick up the pieces, making sure not to leave anything on the ground. Tears pricked your eyes, knowing how pissed your boyfriend is going to be when he gets home.
You debated for the next hour whether or not you should tell Jeff now or wait to tell him face to face. For a lot of people, they wouldn’t see the problem with the accident. But Jeff’s entire life revolved around cutting hair. Those clippers were like his baby and you were dreading the moment you had to tell him.
It wasn’t long before Jeff finally came home. Which means you didn’t have enough time to prepare for the disaster that was about to happen.
“Hi baby,” Jeff says as he drops his keys on the counter and walks over to you. You stayed silent as you stared at your boyfriend, mentally telling him you fucked up. “(Y/N) what happened...baby what did you do?” His voice was low, but his words laced with slight anger.
“It was an accident. I-”
“(Y/N)...”
Tears brimmed your eyes, your gaze focusing on anything that wasn’t Jeff, “I was cleaning and I wanted to make your space really nice so you didn’t have to do it and you could relax for on-”
“Spit it out (Y/N)” Jeff hissed, his arms crossed over his chest as he backed away.
“I broke your clippers,” your words came out barely audible. You glanced up at Jeff to see his face burning with rage.
He ran his fingers through his hair, laughing from the irritation building up inside him, “This is a fucking joke. Where’s the camera? Huh?” It caught you by surprise when Jeff started throwing pillows and blankets around, eventually moving towards books and anything that wouldn’t cause too much damage to the apartment.
“It was an accident! Jeff stop!” You didn’t bother holding back the tears anymore as Jeff tore apart the living room. “Baby, please!”
“God fucking damn it, (Y/N)! You had one job. One! You couldn’t leave my shit alone?!”
“Jeff- I-”
Jeff’s pacing back and forth trying to calm himself down, but you don’t dare move from your spot.
“I don’t ask much from you. The only thing I asked was that you stay away from my space. And you couldn’t even do that,” Jeff rubbed his face, letting out a huff of air before leaving the apartment. Your tears continued as you started picking up the thrown objects around the room.
It’s been hours since Jeff left and part of you didn’t think he was coming home tonight. Hanging onto that small bit of hope, you crawled into bed to pass the time with your tv. A couple more hours passed before you heard the door to the apartment open and shut quietly, as if Jeff didn’t want you to know he was home.
Cautiously creeping into the bedroom, Jeff shuffled across the room peeling his clothes off with every step. Your attention remained on your tv as he settled under the covers with you. With his back resting against the headboard, you scooted farther away from him hoping he would get the hint not to bother you.
The TV became white noise to the both of you. A distraction to keep you from going at each other’s throats.
After what felt like 3 days of silence, Jeff finally opened his mouth, “Baby,” you pulled your hand away as he tried to reach for it, “I’m sorry, okay?” You stayed quiet, turning your body so your back was facing him. “Please talk to me baby.”
The bed squeaked as Jeff slid down, moving his body behind yours. His lips trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck, all the way down your arm.
You let out a deep sigh, giving into him, “You’re a fucking asshole. You know that?”
“I know. But I asked you not to touch my stuff. You have to see my side,” Jeff mumbled as he continued kissing every inch of your body that he possibly can.
“I get that, Jeff. I do. But you left without even listening to me. Not to mention you were gone for hours with no calls, no texts. Nothing.” 
Jeff stops with the kisses and rests his chin on your shoulder, “Ok. I get it. I’m an asshole. I shouldn’t have left. Now can you forgive me, please?”
You turned around to face him, finally getting a good look at him. His eyes were puffy and dark, clearly tired. Your hand cupped his face, “I’ll think about it. Okay?”
But that wasn’t enough for him. In one swift movement, Jeff pushed your back down and hovered over your. Placing kisses all over your neck, down your chest and stomach, “Please, baby,” Jeff mumbles in between kisses, “I’ll do anything for you to forgive me.” His lips slowly trailing down your panties, “Anything,” he says, his breath hot against the cloth.
He knows what he’s doing to you, but you weren’t gonna give into him that easily. Not this time. You run your hand through his hair, “Anything, baby?” you question him as he continues to place kisses through your panties.
A smile plays on your lips as he nods, “Then let me go to bed,” you say as you push him off of you. Turning your back to him again, Jeff groans at your stubbornness but he doesn’t put up a fight.
Eventually Jeff fell asleep without another word from either of you. But you on the other hand couldn’t fall asleep after your boyfriend's little game. You turned your head to make sure Jeff was fully asleep before quietly getting out of bed and changing into something more...inappropriate.
Getting back into bed, you swing your legs over Jeff’s lap, careful not to wake him. Your lips pressed against his neck, working at his sweet spot and your hand played with the waistband of his boxers. Pushing your hips down, the pressure woke Jeff up instantly, “Fuck, (Y/N). What are you doing?” He practically moans as his head shoots up.
You pull away from his neck and sit up causing Jeff’s eyes to widen from your choice of minimal clothing, “Just having some fun,” you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you slip your hand into his boxers.
You watch Jeff throw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut from the pleasure. “God, (Y/N). You’re fucking wild.” His hands grip your thighs as you run your thumb over his head.
Completely vulnerable under your touch, Jeff whimpers, “Don’t fuck with me, baby,” Your hand working painfully slow to give him what he needs only for you remove it completely.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do tonight,” your hands intertwined with Jeff’s, pinning them over his head. Grinding your hips down hard, you can feel Jeff’s bulge get harder from your actions.
Your lips returned to his neck, sucking on his sweet spot. Circling your hips was enough to make Jeff cum right there, but you weren’t gonna let him off that easy. You lifted your hips and shimmied further down his body. Leaving a trail of kisses down his stomach, you take the waistband on his boxers between your teeth and pull them down with the help of your hands.
Jeff wasted no time wrapping his hand in your head, involuntarily pushed your head down to his cock. “No, baby. We’re doing things my way this time,” Jeff hisses as you pull his hands from your hair, tying them to the headboard.
Settling yourself between his legs, you blew cold air against Jeff’s cock, causing him to buck his hips up. “Be careful baby, doing what you’re not told is gonna make this worse for you.” you cooed.
You dragged your tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the top, swirling it around his head.
“Fuckin’ hell, (Y/N),” Jeff moaned, wanting nothing more than to touch you. 
With one hand gripping his thigh, the other wrapped around his cock, covering what your mouth counted. Jeff’s moans filled the room. His hands pulled at the tie that bounded him to the bed.
Inching closer to his climax, Jeff accidentally bucked his hips up, making you gag against him. He cursed under his breath, knowing he shouldn’t have done that. “Fuck. (Y/N), babe. I- I’m sorry, that- I didn’t-” Jeff stuttered as you looked up at him through your lashes.
Whimpering from the loss of contact, you bring yourself back up to his face, “You shouldn’t have done that,” you say, your hand grabbed his jaw, “I told you not to do that,” Your thumb traced his bottom lip before you kissed him, quite forcefully. Just as Jeff tried to deepen the kiss, you pulled away and climbed off of him to settle on the other side of the bed. 
“(Y/N), come on. This isn’t fucking fun anymore,” Jeff hisses, his hands punching the wall behind him.
“I don’t know baby, I’m having a lot of fun,” you say as you lean back on your elbows, your legs spread far enough to give Jeff a perfect view. Your hand slipping into your panties, feeling how wet Jeff made you. A moan slipped through your mouth as you slipped a finger into yourself, pumping slowly at first and getting faster with each passing second.
You watched Jeff’s face burn, wishing it was him making you feel this good. Knowing it should be his fingers getting you off. “Maybe next time you’ll learn to be a good boy,” you breathe out before letting out a string of moans.
“What the fuck, (Y/N),” Jeff groans, “Baby, please,” Jeff begs, making you stop your movements.
You slipped your hand out and crawled over to your frustrated boyfriend, “Please what?” you whisper as you work to untie Jeff. “I want you to beg for it, daddy.”
Your word choice was enough for Jeff to rip his hands from the headboard, flipping the two of you over, “Please let me fuck you so good that the whole floor knows,” Jeff lips latched on your neck, biting at your sweet spot.
He doesn’t wait for an answer before moving your panties to the side and shoving himself into you, a high pitched moan erupted from your throat. His dick hitting the right spot with every thrust. Jeff flips you on to your stomach and pulls your hips up, pushing himself into your harder this time. Your hands grip the bed sheets as you get closer to your climax.
“Jeff, I- I- fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you moan, clenching your walls around his cock.
He pulls you up by your hair, his lips pressed to your shoulder, “Not until I say so,” His breath hot against your ear. You knew he was close when his thrusts started to slow down and become sloppy.
“Jeff, please,” you whimpered, not being able to hold on anymore.
“Cum for me, baby,” He whispers against your neck and she slams into a couple more times, slowly but hitting the right spots.
A string of moans spilled from both yours and Jeff’s mouths as you came down from your highs together.
“What the fuck was that, (Y/N)?” Jeff breaths out as he flops down on the bed next to you. A smile played on his lips. Your shoulders lifted and fell slightly, not really knowing what took over you. “Whatever I did to make you do that, maybe I need to do it more often”
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incubts · 4 years
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jungkook x sub reader oral 😏
hey and here you go, I literally have nothing to do in the middle of the night. 😔
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⌐Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
⌐Genre: Smut
⌐Word count: 1.67k
⌐Warnings: Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, dirty talk, ass-eating , cunnilingus, fingering, and squirting. PWP
After a hot steamy shower, you step out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body, feeling the cool air of the room hitting your dampened skin.
Jungkook was lying on the king-sized bed, the side of his head resting on his right hand. His head turned to your direction, hearing the bathroom door shut.
You walk to your dresser and open it to look for something to wear to bed. "Baby... I'm here." he stretches the last word, trying to get your attention as you entered the room not even sparing him a glance. You didn't do that on purpose though.
"I know..." you reply, not really paying any attention to him. Jungkook gets up from the bed and walks behind you.
"Mm... you smell so good, baby girl. Let me have a taste." he whispers lowly in your ear. He inhales your sweet scent, so fresh as you just showered. Before you can even reply, his hand slowly removes the towel and caresses your stomach. Your head falls back on your shoulder, the corner of his lips turn upward seeing how docile you were for him.
"Daddy wants to make you feel good, is that okay sweetheart?" he asks even though he already knew the answer. You nod your head and could feel his erection pressing on your naked ass.
"Hm?" he questions once again, looking for words.
"Y-yes, daddy. Make me feel good." your tone meek.
"Where does my slut want to be touched, hm?"
"M-my clit. Please r-rub my clit?" you plead and in a split second he already has his hand on your clit, already torturing you with his fingers rubbing slowly. "Rub your clit?" A small whine escapes your parted lips as he brings his other hand to your throat. You loved feeling small under his touch, you loved how he made sure you felt good, and you loved how much he made you feel loved.
You hold onto his muscular forearm. "My slut is already horny, huh?" he mocks. Your whines becoming louder as he grinds his hard on you. He rubs your clit deeper and faster, his hand around your throat tightening its grip. He brings his finger to his mouth, using his saliva to give your pussy more lubrication. He plays with your hole, teasing your hole with the tip of his finger, then finally slips it in. You gasp in surprise. "That feel good, slut?" you nod your head vigorously and moan loudly when he pumps a second finger.
"I can feel how wet you are baby. Such a slut for me, yeah? Let our neighbors know who's making you feel this good, you loud slut." He roughly fingers you and felt the way your walls tightened by his words. He scissors your tight walls and makes you feel almost full, even if it was just his fingers alone. You felt your orgasm approaching and moved your hand to rub your neglected clit. Jungkook slapped your hand away and lands a swat on your clit.
"I did not allow you to touch yourself, sweetheart. I'm already being nice to you. You can only have what I give you, got it?" you were too focused drowning in pleasure, he removes his fingers, not letting you cum yet.
"Daddy, I-I was about to cum!" you cry out.
He pulls your hair, arching your back even further, "I don't fucking care. When I ask you a question, slut, you answer me." he demands.
"O-okay daddy. I'm sorry." you mewl, lips forming into a pout.
"Are you sure you understand? Because you keep taking advantage of my kindness, sweetheart. I should be asleep right now.” he growls, sucking your neck, making sure to leave marks on your flesh and finds your sweet spot.
"I-I do- oh- fuck Daddy..." he turns you around and you meet his amorous gaze. He pecks your lips and moves down to graze his teeth on your left nipple, making you shudder. He grabs your breasts and massages them with his big hands skillfully.
"Mgghh yes just like that..."
"Just like that?" he smirks, his thumb swiping over your hardened nipple. His hands touched your undersides and made sure to feel every part of you. He pulls something from the drawer next to you and takes a bottle of lotion. He applies them on your breasts and begins to massages your breasts again, his hands easily moving around your perky breasts. It felt small and so smooth on his large hands. He stared at your closed eyes intensely, watching how you were consumed with pleasure. He leaned down to kiss you hungrily, his tongue met yours and he sucks on it as you took your turn to suck on his too. You let out a involuntary moan when he spanks both of your ass cheeks and squeezes them. He grabs your jaw to pry your mouth open and spits on it which you swallowed shamefully.
"Turn around, whore." he spins your body and pushes you against the drawer.
You waited and didn't know what to anticipate. Your stomach churns in excitement when he smacks your ass and spreads them to see your dripping cunt.
"'M gonna eat this delicious cunt of yours." he licks his lips and kneels down for a better position. Jungkook licks a bold stripe from your clit to your hole.
"So fucking sweet." he mumbles, his mouth sending vibrations to your center. His tongue latched on your clit, sucking on it, then swirling around it like a treat. He raised two fingers and inserted it inside of you, his fingers getting drenched from your wetness. His tongue pressed on your clit while fingering you and you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, your mind in a haze, hips bucking on his fingers.
"Stay still, you fucking slut." he quietly curses when your hips accidentally bumps his nose. You pursed your lips, trying not smile. He pinches your clit which startles you, and he chuckles. His tongue starts lapping on your swollen cunt animalistic-ally, savoring your flavor. The sounds of slurps, squelches, soft grunts and whimpering filled the room. Suddenly, you felt his tongue flatten, your cheeks still spread, prodding your asshole and pressing his tongue just right there. You gasp in surprise to the new feeling.
"Oh shit, baby. Your asshole tastes fucking sweet. I should've known sooner. I would've have been eating you out all day." he groans and tries to enter his tongue on your pink hole.
"God, this hole's so damn tight. It's never had anything inside it before, huh?" he slowly enters a finger to prepare you. Your eyes squeezes shut at the pain and pleasure.
"The pain will go away, don't worry. It'll start to feel good." he reassures you and spits on it. You feel your hole slowly adjusting to his fingers, giving it more access as he plunges it even deeper.
Your eyebrows furrow as the pleasure starts to outweigh the pain. He wriggles his fingers inside you gently, then unexpectedly shoves his whole finger inside and you cry out.
"O-oh my god. Please- p-put your tongue inside already!" you beg, wanting to feel his warm, wet tongue inside.
He lands a heavy smack to the side of your thigh, then he lands another set of hits, not feeling like it was enough to punish you. "Don't fucking tell me what to do, sweetheart. Beg for it and ask nicely." He says, removing his fingers and teasing your hole by playing with your inner ring. You inhale deeply and sigh, "P-please make me feel good with your tongue, Daddy. I l-love the way it feels in me- I want to come on your tongue so bad!", it was enough for Jungkook to force his tongue in your tight hole. He starts rubbing deeply on your sensitive clit, bringing you closer to cum, but also not letting you cum easily. "D-daddy please fuck me faster." As if on command, his tongue fucked you in a new faster pace. You felt his tongue slide from your clit to your butthole. He circles around it a few times before sucking on the taut hole.
“You're such a dirty, dirty girl. I was about to sleep but you made me fuckin' horny- you looked really tempting when you came out of the shower, baby girl- yeah you're shaking huh?" he scoffs as your hips started trembling as he kept sucking, his hand rubbing your clit faster. He holds your hips down with a strong grip, nails digging into your skin.
He inserts two fingers again, this time leaving them knuckle-deep into your clenching pussy. Orgasm and pressure builds up inside you and you keep wanting more of it, bucking your hips back, burying his face on your behind. It was such a hot scene for the both of you.
"Mffgghh I-I'm going to cum Daddy, please don't stop!" tears were starting to fall from your eyes, all you could see were stars and felt a pool of liquid spurting out of you. A strong wave of pleasure took over your body, you were sweating, cheeks blushing from embarrassment.
"Fuck, you squirted all over me." you turn to face his pink glistening lips, drooling with your juices. He stands up and brings his hand to your face, you open your mouth and he shoved his sticky fingers right into your mouth, you suck hard 'til there was nothing left of it, leaving it wet with your saliva. He takes his fingers off and sucks on his drenched fingers  that were producing lewd noises. His sexy gaze makes you want to cum again as you stared right back at him shyly.
You fall back onto the bed exhausted and you spread your limbs like a starfish. "This isn't over yet." he hovers above you he begins taking off his shirt.
“It’s my turn.”
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elysiashelby · 4 years
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In Another World - T. Shelby Imagine Ch. 4
Paring: (Eventual) Thomas Shelby x Aliena Welsh (OC)
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Word Count: 5, 257
WARNINGS: Angst, Cursing, Explicit Attempted R*pe Scene, Descriptive Murder Scene, Recollection of Past Molestation
Summary: Aliena Welsh has been living in the universe of the show Peaky Blinders for 8 months now. She feels like family more now than ever since she has a role for everyone in the family. But as she delivers the Shelby Brothers’ their food at the Garrison, trouble brews. She will commit something that will never go away for the rest of her life. 
MASTERLIST  CHAPTER 3.3  CHAPTER FIVE
A/N: HI! If you skipped to this chapter, that’s completely fine! I tried including the most important parts that took place in the extras. 
READ THE WARNINGS! THE 1ST LINE BREAK IN THIS CHAP MEANS THE SCENE IS STARTING!! LOOK FOR THE 2ND IF YOU WANT TO SKIP THE SCENE!! 
THANKS FOR READING!
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It's been two months since the incident happened. Meaning I have been with the Shelby family for eight months in total. I did not get over it the night after, it took a week. 
Instead of getting over it the next day, I had tried drowning myself in work but they didn't let me, which led to me breaking down. It was embarrassing. Another bath was drawn for me and on that night, I had smoked my first cigarette. It made me both calm and riddled with anxiety. So, I haven't touched one since. 
I call Thomas, Tommy now. It happened after the incident. It was like I was a part of the family, in a way. I mean I hope I was considered family. After all, I do cater to every emotional need in the family. I act motherly/older sister-like to the children including Finn, a younger sister to Ada, a daughter to Polly, and I'm a coping mechanism to the rest of the boys. The nights that I'm not soothing Arthur, I'm with Tommy. John is pretty alright. To be frank, he has a tighter grip on demons than his brothers. However, I believe that's only because he doesn't want his kids to ever find out, or he has his different outlets that I don't know about. 
It has been really nice to sleep beside someone. By someone, I mean Tommy. You see, we had this agreement that I would just talk his ear off throughout the night, and he wouldn't use his opium pipe anymore. Now, I know he doesn't see me that way, but c'mon! He's just so fit! I honestly don't know if he's aware that I got a crush on 'em, but I just hope he's kept it to himself. I was never one for subtly in any of my pursuits. I always had a habit of staring. 
As I was sweeping away all the dirt in the house, I got incredibly bored. Since it was only Finn around, hopefully, doing his homework that I gave 'em! I began to sing. 
"Bitch, don't steal my man. He's got a weakness for girls like you. We both know you can. But I really need him more than you." 
It was so liberating to be able to comfortably sing. I started to get more into it. 
"You're a supermodel, shaped just like a bottle…" I held on to the broom, but made an outline of an hourglass figure with me free hand. 
"He could run his fingers through your hair." I raised my hands, ran my fingers through my hair, and jerked it behind my shoulders. 
"I bet you're a good time girl. But don't you know he's mine though?" I danced around my broom and then pointed to meself on the last lyric. 
"I was running around for a minute. Now he's the only one who can get it." I sang while smacking me hip lightly, trying not to make any other unnecessary noise. 
"So bitch, don't steal my man. He's got a weakness for girls like you. We both know you can. But I really need him more than you." While singing, I put on a sad expression. It was more like a childish pout. 
"Maybe I can fake it. Fake it 'til you make it." At this point, I had me eyes closed and was zoned in on singing. I started to dance slowly. 
"I can't promise, I'll be cordial. Got a mouth just like a trucker." Oddly enough, I started to sink down till I was crouching, but me knees were touching. I was also patting parts of me body as I went down. 
‘I really can't describe movements to save my life!’
"I can't even be a lady. Out in public for my mother, motherfucker." On the last lyric, I immediately stood up. I turned around, opened me eyes for a split second, and grasped the broom again. 
With me eyes now closed, I continued. "But bitch, don't steal my man. He's got a weakness for girls like you. We both know you can. But I really need him more than you." I put on the same sad expression to really feel the song. 
With the broom hugged against me body, I began to sway with it. "I won't blame him if he leaves me for you, oh." 
Me swaying came to a halt. "I won't even blame him if one day he runs off with you." I felt me own heart break for me imaginary lover's affair. Me voice came out softer than I expected.
 I didn't like that so I tried singing the next lyrics with a more happy tone. "Bitch, don't steal my man. He's got a weakness for girls like you. We both know you can. But I really need him more than you." I danced around the broom with more energy. I felt the sway of me dress with each turn. 
"Yeah. Oh, oh-oh. Oh, oh, oh. Don't steal my man. Bitch, don't steal my man. Don't steal my man." As I sang out the last of the lyrics, I stood still and opened me eyes. 
I expected silence, maybe even just Finn peaking in but it was worse. I was met with thunderous applause from the Shelby brothers, even Tommy. 
John hooted and whistled while clapping. "Whoo! We got ourselves an exclusive singer!"
"You're fucking right, John-boy! We 'ave our very own songbird." Arthur shouted. 
Tommy just had this smug smile on his face. 
I cringed at their "compliments''. I cringed very harshly from their comments! The worst part is that I can't tell if they're being sincere or not! "Piss off! Why didn't youse say anything? I'll make yez your scran then do one." I balanced the broom on the wall and shoved meself past them into the kitchen. All three of them started to fucking giggle. 
"Don't tell me you got so flustered that we brought out your scouser! Eh, Ali!" Tommy shouted. 
I sucked on me teeth. A habit I picked up from Tommy. I adopted it before I came here, though. It was actually a tick from Cillian, but he did it so many times as Tommy in the show, and well the real Tommy actually does it a lot. So, there was no getting rid of it!
‘I don’t why Tommy is acting so smug as if I don’t ‘ave to sing ‘em sad songs every night just so he can fuckin’ fall asleep. The bastard!’ 
"Shut up! Now, are youse gonna eat leftovers or am I making sandwiches?" I reached for plates that were in the cupboards and put them on the counter. 
"We'll have the leftovers, Ali." Tommy replied. 
I walked over to the icebox and took it out.
After they finished with eating and teasing, I had to finish cleaning up. It was especially difficult today because I decided to do a musical fucking number and Finn managed to work up the courage to ask me for help on his homework. 
By then, I was working on dinner with Polly. I did the peeling and chopping of the potatoes and carrots. She was making soup. We were debating about who Ada had been sneaking off with at night. I knew it was Freddie Thorne, but I was not going to be a snitch. Besides, she’s been using me as a scapegoat and I’m fine with her racking up her “I.O.U’s.”
The phone went off which Polly answered. I heard bits of it, but I was really trying hard not to be geggin' in. 
Polly sighed before saying, "Tommy rang said that they'll be eating at the Garrison. Go and take it to them, yeah?" 
I nodded in response. I got up and put our bowls into the sink. 
"Don't worry about the dishes tonight. I'll do those. Just give this to them and you'll be down for the night." 
I got me basket and put in three bowls and spoons. I lowered it ‘till it rested in the crook of me elbow, and then carried the pot of soup using both of me hands. Polly got the door. We said our goodbyes and I began me journey. 
As I was walking, men tipped their hats to me or bid me goodnight. It was strange to me for months in the beginning, but I've gotten quite used to it. It happens anytime I'm out and abar. 
As I got closer to the pub, I noticed these three young lads leaning against a wall outside. I wasn't sure at first but as I drew nearer to the door, their heads followed me. The middle one must have known the jig was up ‘cause he actually had the nerve to whistle at me. Like a dog. 
It stopped me in me tracks. I've never been treated this way in me whole life. After I became the Shelby family's maid, Tommy made it clear that nobody could touch me. I was off limits. Everyone in Birmingham knew that. But that didn't stop this cheeky lad who kept catcalling me and inching closer. I shook me head and then continued on. 
A man who was walking out greeted me, saw I was holding a pot, then held open the door for me to walk in, and even opened the second door. I thanked him. I walked over and knocked on the door to the snug. Arthur opened it after like five minutes of me waiting. 
"Here's your dinner. I'm off." I said while placing both the pot and the basket down.
"Oh c'mon, Ali. Stay 'n 'ave a laugh with us!" John shouted as he passed out the plates and spoons to his brothers. 
I shook me head with a smile on me face. His loud behavior made me want to laugh. But there was this sense of anxiety that washed over me.
'Maybe I should stay.' I thought. 
Me nerves were unsettled by the lads who were outside. I didn't want to know if they were waiting on me to come back outside. 
‘I would be safer in here.’ 
I stroked the edge of the table and took notice of its coldness. 
'Maybe I was just being paranoid. I should just go home. I would just ruin their fun.' 
"Aliena, are you alright?" Tommy asked. His eyebrows furrowed in worry. 
I smiled. It was, secretly, a sad smile. "Yeah, just grand. I'mma head on home. See youse tomorrow. Night!"
They all shouted back the same and I left. I kept the image of Tommy in me mind as I walked out of the pub. The cold air was nice against me hot face. But it didn't stop me from seeking warmth. I crossed my arms over me chest and hid me hands with me arms.
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"Oi! Pretty lady! Wanna have a good time with us?"
"Yeah, come on! Show us a good time."
"You know, we're not from here."
I knew they were trying to close the gap between us. I tried walking faster. 
I could hear the pounding of their footsteps before I could react. Suddenly, there was a tight grip on me forearm and he yanked me toward himself. I gasped in surprise. 
"Come on, love. We came all the way from London to this shit city. Staying at this shitty hostel called… Something with Betty in it. So, how 'bout you fucking show me and my mates a good fucking time?" He squeezed me face in his hands. 
Me breathing quickened and heart was caught in me throat. 
"Le-Let me go! Fuck off!" I screamed. 
I managed to tear his hand off me face and I kicked his knee. He groaned in pain while doubling over to support it. I started to run, but I didn't manage to get very far. One of the others caught up to me. He caught me arms, swung me 'round, and slapped me across the face. 
Me ear rang and I felt a lot of pain. "Let me go! Stop it! Help me! Somebody help me!" I yelled as I tried putting me feet down, but he just kept dragging me. 
Nobody was helping me. 
'I'm scared. I don't wanna be raped!' I kept chanting over and over. 
Eventually, the guy tugged me into his arms and shoved me into an alleyway. I groaned on impact. Me stockings ripped and me hands skidded on the cement. I raced to get back up, but the man that threw me, bunched up the collar of me coat and threw me against the wall. I yelped and started seeing stars. Pain exploded throughout me head. But even then I knew he was taking off me coat. 
I heaved out a breath. He took that chance to shove his tongue in me mouth. It was so revolting. He tasted of booze, ciggies, and pure bad breath. I bit down on his tongue. He cried out in pain. He held his mouth. His grip was still tight on me collar. I tried running the other way since his friends were blocking the entrance of the alleyway, but he tugged me back and punched me. 
Now, that fucking hurt. I froze instantly. The pain was too much. I started sobbing. 
"Shut up!" He demanded. 
I didn't listen. So, I got a knee to the stomach. I grunted in pain and doubled over. He didn't let me soothe meself as he yanked me back up and started to attack me neck. 
I heard and felt as he ripped me dress open. I tried harder to push against his torso. I tried pushing him off of me. He ripped me bra and I felt his tongue roam me chest. I cried out. I was disgusted. Me stomach was churning. I reached up and yanked him by his hair. 
He shouted in pain and punched me in me ribs. I groaned. 
From the corner of my eye, I could see his two friends just staring at us. They were enjoying watching me struggle. They were smoking and sharing a bevvy. They were smiling at the sight of me, they were laughing at me!
He didn't stop there. He grabbed me by me arms and threw me against the wall multiple times. I tried sticking out me neck forward. It was an attempt to protect me head and it worked… a little. I was completely out of it by the time he stopped doing it. 
I could feel yet I was also numb to it. It was like the incident all over again. I still thrashed me arms around, but it was so weak. I was so beaten. Me body was not used to this. It wanted to shut down. I knew it did. But then me fingers grazed something on his upper torso. Me breath hitched. 
It knew this spot to be special. Tommy had a special spot here too. It was a gun holster. I felt me attacker raise me left leg and push my panties aside. 
After that it was such a blur. It all happened so fast. 
I took the gun out of its holster, pressed it into his torso, cocked it, and pulled the trigger. The shot rang through me ears. All I heard was white noise after that. 
I held onto the back of his neck, supporting his weight by leaning him on me body, looked to my right and saw that his friends had run off. It was then that I heard his choking gasps. I felt nothing. I pushed his body off of me and cocked the gun again. His fingers started to outline his bullet wound. He stared up at me in shock. 
He held his hands up, begging for his life. I looked down and stared at his leg. I aimed and fired. He screamed in agony. I cocked the gun. I aimed at his shoulder and fired. Another scream ripped from his throat. 
At that moment, I felt me mouth twitch upward. I felt meself smirk. Me eyes widened like a madman. I felt powerful. I walked closer to him and stood over his body. Slowly, I cocked the gun. He whimpered and put his hands up slowly. Hands covered in his own blood. I relished the terror in his eyes. 
I felt the smile expand on me face and I aimed for the middle of his forehead. I exhaled sharply before closing me mouth up. The action caused me to giggle uncontrollably. He sobbed louder but also somewhat slurred. He was dying. I knew that and he knew that. 
So, I withdrew the gun and took a small stumbling step back. I contorted me face in fear— it was all an act, and watched as he put his guard down. I stayed like that for about a minute before I couldn't manage to hide me smile anymore even while biting me lip. In a flash, his face lit back up in terror and that's when I took a step forward and pulled the trigger. The smile fell from me face. His hot blood had splattered all over me face, blowback I heard it was called.
"Oi!" A man shouted. 
I looked up to see no one that I would know. However, the man was wearing a peaked cap and was accompanied by three others. All guns were raised and pointed at me. 
They inched closer to me and I took a real stumbling step back. 
One man gasped. "That's Aliena Welsh. Mr. Shelby's maid!"
They put down their guns and rushed to me. I just stood there. Then, I looked down and stared at the gun. Me hands were trembling like leaves, but it was all an act. One of the Peaky men held out his hand toward me, I flinched and he stopped. 
"Miss, let's get you home. We'll take care of 'em. Come now, dear." He gestured to the gun and reluctantly I gave it to him. Another man gave me his coat. I wrapped myself around it. 
"Come, Miss." He waved me to follow him. 
I looked back and watched as the other men started to deal with the body. One man hauled him up by his armpits while another picked him up by his legs. 
Almost in a trance, I said. "No. I'm going home by meself. Go 'n tell, Tommy, what’s happened." 
Then, I rushed past him. At first, I was speed walking and then I was running. I was running with one hand holding onto me torn dress. The man’s coat had flown off of me shoulders. I was basically just covering me chest. Me stomach was on full display, though. 
But, of course, me suffering would not end. Me heel got caught and I tripped. I caught meself but it made me pre-existing wounds hurt even more. I sat there in the middle of the sidewalk. Panting for breath. Me lungs, no, not just me lungs. Everything hurt. Especially, me head. 
'I'm finished,’ I thought, ‘I can never go back now. I can’t go back to my family after I’ve killed someone. I-I can never be saved by any higher power, or have salvation for my soul. I... I killed him.’
I started to laugh, maniacally. I just giggled and laughed. Until they turned into blood curdling screams. Once I lost breath, I desperately inhaled and then sprang myself up. I continued running until I got home. With the door in sight, I started to sob. The worst part of it was that I wasn't crying because of what happened. It was because I knew I needed to look distraught. I knew deep down that I had absolutely no regrets pulling that trigger. 
I probably even liked it. 
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I started banging on the door. I could hear Polly yell for me to stop. I didn't. Not until she ripped open the door. I saw as her gaze contorted from angry to something else, maybe astonishment. She brought her hands to her mouth. Her eyes watered which made me look away. 
"Oh my god." She whispered. Polly sounded so choked up. Her sadness seeped into her words. 
Her hands slowly reached out to me. They were shaking so much. And I broke. I started to cry, sob, wail. 
"Polly! Polly… " I repeated her name over and over. She drew me into a hug and helped me inside. I hid me face in the crook of her neck. 
"Sh! It's alright, love. I have you now. Ada! You're safe now. ADA, GET DOWN HERE THE FUCK NOW!"
I knew she was leading me into the living room. She helped me sit down and she never stopped stroking me hair. 
Before Ada could ask any questions, Polly told her to bring the tub in and to draw me a bath with hot water. I was still crying. I sounded awful. 
"Pol, what's happened?" Ada asked as she poured the hot water into the tub. 
"I don't know! Just focus on what I've told you to do! Ali, love, I'm goin' to be right back. You need ice for your face." She kissed the temple of me forehead and then unwrapped me from her. 
I looked at her empty spot with hollow eyes. Then, I trailed over to Ada. Her mouth hanging open slightly. 
I gulped. Me mouth was completely dry. The tub was full. I stood up slowly. I didn't even realize it would hurt. Hell, I didn't even realize that there was blowback on me breasts and neck, not just me face. I slipped a finger under the strap of me bra and carefully slipped both it and me dress off of me body. 
As I went to take off me panties, I suddenly remember I had thigh high stockings. I closed me eyes shut and sat back down. A wince left me mouth. I kicked off me heels, reached down, and tugged them off with very strained effort. When I stood back up, heels clicked on the floor meaning Polly was back. I slid off me panties and then entered the tub. 
Ada tried to protest but it was too late. I had already submerged me body in the scathing hot water. It burned and yes, and Polly yelled at me for it. But then I got used to it and she was holding the makeshift ice pack against the left of me face where the bastard struck me the most. Ada, with a towel in hand, was scrubbing the blood off of me body. She was being so delicate with me.
That was when the door flew open and in came the Shelby brothers. The sound of the door banging on the wall made me cringe. I closed me eyes at the sound. Just as I was tipping me head back, me face was grasped and inspected. 
"Who did this? What the fuck happened!" Tommy shouted. 
"Stop your fucking shouting! She hasn't said a word… Aliena, love. Can you tell us what happened?" Polly asked. 
Languidly, I opened me eyes. Tommy's eyes were blown wide. And, I could finally read his face. He was angry and worried. I looked behind 'em and saw John and Arthur were doing no better. Arthur was raising a fist to his mouth repeatedly before striking the couch. John was pacing back and forth while sniffing a lot. Ada was crying beside me. She took her hand in mine. 
I felt loved. I felt safe. 
I exhaled loudly with me cheeks puffed. I made a kind of "oo" noise like when women give birth. I swallowed a sob and began to speak. 
"There was these three fuckers outside the Garrison. They were eyeing me real hard before I went in. I thought I saw wrong because well, no one in the city disrespects me. Ha!" I looked away from Tommy as I ran me tongue over the inside of me cheek. "When I went back out, they had already gotten like closer. They were catcalling me. Saying things like I should show them a good time. That I owed it to them since they were from out of town." I scoffed and looked down at me chest. 
Me bare chest. It was still covered in blood. Me face contorted. I was filthy. I had a disgusting man's blood on me body. I raised me hands and started rubbing on me skin. It had dried somewhat. It wasn't coming off! I started to hyperventilate and scratch at me skin. 
"Eh, stop that, Ali! Eh! Aliena, stop that!" Tommy took my hands from me neck and into his. Me eyes widened and I could feel me head twitching to the right. 
His thumb made small strokes up and down me hand and I started to calm down. 
"One of them ran to me when I started speeding up. He grabbed me and I screamed for help. I tried fighting. Kicked his knee and ran for it. But another one caught up to me, swung me 'round, and slapped me. I kept screaming for help, but nobody was… " I took a deep breath. "They threw me in an alley and then against the wall. I kept on fighting. The guy who was gonna… Well, he was wearing a gun. So, I… I-!"
I shook me head, violently. "I shot 'em, Tommy. I took his gun and shot 'em. His mates ran off. And yeah…" I slipped me hands out of his grasp and finally allowed me head to tilt down as I rested me eyes. 
I muttered. "Me virtue lives to fight another day." I snickered, mirthlessly.
I felt rather than saw Tommy's explosive response. He slammed his hands against the tub while screaming, "Fuck!" 
Polly and Ada both gasped. 
"Did they tell you anything else, love? Like where they were planning on taking you? Or where they came from?" Polly asked, always quick to regain composure. 
I nodded. "Said they'd come from London. Staying at Betty's. I think that meant that lodging place that's run by that… "
"Semi-retired prostitute." Tommy finished. "Right. John, Arthur! Let's go!" 
Polly didn't even try stopping them. The door closed with the same bang. I started to cry again and this time I had two women soothing me. 
They cleaned the blood off of me. They washed it off of me body and hair. They put me in a nightgown and Polly brushed out me hair. Afterward, Polly sent Ada up to bed and we cuddled on the couch. 
I cleared me throat. "This isn't the first time. Not even when Tommy brought me home that day two months ago. No. The first time it happened was when I was 13 or 14. Me ma’ let me have a bevvy for the first time. It was Thanksgiving 'n all. I got so bevied up that me sis offered me to sleep in her room. I wanted to see the baby, so everyone went along with it. You see, I was supposed to sleep at the end of the bed while she was supposed to sleep next to her husband. It didn't end up like that. I slept next to 'em with the baby in the middle of us, and my sister was at the bottom. 
It was fine 'til I woke up and he was fondling me. He was playing with me breasts and kept running his hand up and down me thigh. I fucking froze, Pol. I froze for so long. But I managed to get away. I went running to me room. I told me ma’ in the morning and she told me sis. They didn't believe me. Me ma’ wanted her granddaughter to grow up with both parents, so she hid it from me da’. Me sis just thought I was lying for attention. I had to be in the same house with 'em for so fucking long!" 
Polly sucked on her teeth and held me closer to her. She held me so tight that I could hardly breathe. Tears escaped me eyes but me face wasn't contorted.
 I was so tired. 
As the night went on, Polly eventually walked me to bed. She tucked me in like I was a child. She kissed me forehead before walking out. Once I hit the bed, all fatigue washed away. I was left with me own thoughts. I couldn't fall asleep now. 
I brought fingers to me face and lightly pressed on the outside of me bruises. I hissed in pain and withdrew me hand. 
'I don't wanna see me face.' I thought. 
But because I acknowledged it, I wanted to do it. I slowly got up from the bed and walked over to the mirror. Me left cheek and eye were both bruised. It wasn't absolutely horrible, but I've never seen me face like this before.
I huffed as I dropped me hand from me face. I opened the palm of me hand and traced the outline of me scrapes. They burned like a bitch when I was in the bath. I slowly crouched down and did the same to the scrapes on my knees. But as I did so, pain shot up throughout me body because I neglected the bruises on me stomach and ribs.
 I was littered with fucking bruises. 
I sighed, running a hand through me hair as I tilted me head back. I pinched the bridge of me nose. I was brought out of me trance when three soft knocks rang through the room. I jumped at the sudden sound. 
"Ye-Yes?"
The door opened and it was Tommy. He had dressed down. He was in his pajamas. A white long sleeve shirt and pants. I never asked if they were his work pants, but they were eerily similar. 
He cleared his throat and flicked his nose. "It's done. We found 'em and dealt with them." 
I let out a loud breath of relief. They were dead. I wouldn't have to worry about them at all. Unlike in me original world where I couldn't sleep because I feared he'd come for me and me family. 
I ran me hand through me hair, and bunched it at the front. I looked up at Tommy. "Thank you." I whispered. 
With his hands now in his pockets, he nodded. 
I knew what I was doing. I knew that I probably shouldn't ask, but I didn't want to be alone tonight. I ran to him and hugged him. He returned it, hesitantly. He soon rested his chin on me head. 
I felt him kiss me head and he whispered. "Sleep with me tonight, eh? You shouldn't be alone tonight." 
I nodded with me head still buried in his chest. Slowly, he guided me to his room. I climbed into his bed and he did after me. I faced the wall and allowed his arm to be me pillow. I gathered me hair and put it all to the side where his arm laid. 
I could hear his breathing and that's all it took for me to start drifting off. Me eyes fluttered open when I felt his fingers comb through me hair. He couldn't fully thread his fingers through me hair, but it was still soothing. 
"You're safe now. You'll be okay." He whispered over and over. 
His voice is something I always want to fall asleep to... 
It didn't take me long to fall asleep at all. I was safe in the Shelby house, in Tommy's arms. 
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