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mynameismckenziemae · 6 months

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She’s a Fire-Chapter VIII

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Running me wild

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, sex toys, almost getting caught, p in v, oral (m receiving), etc.

“Goddamnit” Bradley mutters good-naturedly as he plugs in the outdoor lights and nothing happens, “Don’t even say it, I know.”

5 minutes earlier you had joined him outside to see how he was doing and asked if he tried plugging the lights in before putting them up. His silence spoke volumes. “I knew I was forgetting something. It should be fine though, they worked last year.”

You burst out laughing as he stalks over to you, grabbing you around the waist and tickling you. “You laughing at me Row?”

“I would never!” You gasp.

“I’m an idiot,” he sighs.

“No, you’re not. I’ve done it too. That’s why I thought to ask you. I’ll help you find the one that’s burnt out.”

Bradley brings out a second ladder from the garage and you two get to work, luckily finding it after only a few minutes.

“Alright, let’s try this again. Ready?” He says, plugging them in and coming to stand next to you. “3, 2, 1, open”.

You nod and gasp when you do. “Oh, it’s beautiful!”

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, looking at you.

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“I’ll get a real tree someday, but I’m having a hard time parting with this one. It’s probably a fire hazard and full of lead but it’s gone up every year since I was born.”

Oh, Bradley. “I like its vintage vibe.”

Your heart melts when he pulls out the old ornaments that he made for his mom when he was little. “Look at you! How old were you?” You coo at his toothless school picture in a painted popsicle stick frame.

“That was first grade I think? So around 7?”

“So cute.”

You can’t help but wonder what your kids would look like with Bradley. Would they have your red hair? His hazel eyes?

Bradley boosts you to place the star on the top of the tree. You watch Elf under the lights, snuggling while eating cookie dough.

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A few hours later, Bradley whistles lowly when he sees you walk down the stairs in your plaid skirt, tucked-in sweater, and over-the-knee high-heel boots. “Wow, you look amazing”.

“Thank you, you do too.” You look him over in fitted black pants and a gray sweater. “Before we go, I just need to do one more thing.”

You pull him in by his belt loop and kiss him deeply, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his cock out, already getting hard.

“What are-wait, now?” He stutters, “Whoa, what is that?”

You slide the cock ring down you had in your pocket to the base of him. “It’s a remote-controlled vibrating cock ring.”

“Fuck, really? You’re gonna make me wear this in front of our friends?” He sighs, but his cock twitches in your hand.

“Yep. I have the remote and I’m going to use it whenever I want.” You say as you tuck him back into his pants. “Color?”

“Green.”

You smile. You know he likes the humiliation and embarrassment but he won’t admit it.

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Bradley turns on Christmas music and drives you through a neighborhood that is notorious for their holiday lights before heading to Jake and Natasha’s for the Dagger party.

You click the button on the low setting as you pull on their street. “Holy shit” he groans, hands tightening on the steering wheel.

“Good or bad?”

“Fuck, it’s good. But I’m hard again baby, it had just gone away.” He whines as he shifts into park.

“Oh look, they’re waiting for us by the door, we better go in,” you smirk, but turn it off.

He sighs in relief and gets out, tucking himself into his waistband before coming around to open your door.

You take the hand he offered and press a kiss to his cheek. “Did I tell you I’m not wearing underwear?” You murmur before pulling away.

He mutters a curse and looks to the sky before grabbing the gifts and following you inside.

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Natasha gives you a tour of their beautiful home as you and Bradley are the first ones there and it’s your first time.

“And here’s our bedroom…Oh my God. JAKE! I told him to put these away”. Nat scrambles to hide the sex toys on the nightstand, shoving them in the drawer.

You burst out laughing, “I’m sorry. I know you’re mortified, but it’s not a big deal, we use them too.” You say, wiping a tear that leaked out.

Her face is beet red, but she laughs too. “I think most people do, I’m just glad it was you and not one of the guys. I literally asked him an hour ago to put them away and he said he would.”

“Sounds about right. I love what you’ve done with the house though.” You change the subject, trying to ease some of her embarrassment.

You meet the guys back in the kitchen.

“Jake, do you remember what I asked you to put away an hour ago? Well, you forgot. Rowan got an eyeful of our collection.” Nat says, smacking his arm.

He pales. “I’m so sorry. The timer for the oven went off and I must’ve forgotten.”

“Collection?” Bradley asks, not catching on.

“Adult toy collection” Nat answers.

“Oh, no big deal. I’m sure it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before, she’s got a pretty big collection of her own.”

Your eyes widen, and Jake and Natasha burst out laughing.

Bradley looks at you with wide eyes as he realizes what he just said. “I’m so sorry. You probably didn’t want anyone to know that.”

You laugh too. “It’s okay, really.” You say, squeezing his hand to let him know you’re not mad. “Hey, I was single for a long time. A girl's gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Nat says handing you a beer and tapping hers to it. She gives Jake a look and you can see he’ll be paying for it later, one way or another.

Javy, Rueben, and Mickey arrive next, followed closely by Bob, Sunny, and Steve.

“Are you sure you don’t mind having Steve here? He sheds.” Bob asks before letting him in.

“We asked you to bring him! Of course, we don’t mind. No one ever died from a little dog hair.” Jake says as he kneels to unhook his leash and say hello.

You click the remote in your pocket with the commotion of people arriving, and Bradley chokes on his beer.

“You alright?” Sunny asks, slapping him on the back.

“Yeah, just went down the wrong tube” he sputters, walking around to hug you from behind. You can feel the hard press of his erection on your back, along with the vibrations. You turn it up to the medium setting and he inhales sharply and tenses, fighting the urge to rut against you. He relaxes when you turn it off a few seconds later.

“You’re evil.” He whispers against your hair.

“Oh, I’m just getting started.”

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You tease him throughout dinner, turning it on and off, low and medium speed. Your hand reaches over to palm him through his jeans. His breath hitches, gasps, and sighs are driving you crazy. He’s so desperate, he doesn’t even try to stop you, his legs open like a little slut every time he felt your touch. You tell him that too and he flushed even deeper.

Thankfully no one noticed, as Steve was the center of attention at the head of the table where Jake and Natasha set a chair specifically for him.

You leave the remote alone as you help clear the table and clean up.

The gift exchange is next, everyone has picked names out of a hat instead of trying to buy everyone something.

You sit in the recliner with your legs curled underneath you Bradley sits on the floor in front of you. You smirk to yourself as he gingerly sits, his ass still a bit sore from the night before.

“Okay, we all open on 3. 1…2…3!” Natasha says.

Everyone opens their presents at the same time. You were delighted to be gifted the coziest Sherpa bathrobe from Mickey.

All attention was again on Steve as he tried to open his gift from Jake and Nat when you clicked the remote to the highest setting. Bradley groans, curling in on himself. Everyone stops to look at him.

“Sorry. Just got a cramp” he lies, rubbing the back of his leg for emphasis.

“Those are the worst, Jake’s got a massage gun in the garage, by the bench press. I can get it-“ Nat says, but is interrupted by you.

“No, that’s okay. You should watch Steve. He can find it, I’ll help him.”

“You sure?” She asks, already smiling at Steve tear through the paper.

“Yeah, no problem.” You say, turning it lower before helping Bradley to his feet.

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You’re on him as soon as you’re through the garage.

“Please Row, pleasepleaseplease touch me,” he whines into your mouth.

“I will, you gotta be quiet though, okay?” He nods and you drop to your knees, pulling him out, and sucking him straight down your throat.

Your free hand goes to fondle his sack, and the other click the ring on the highest setting before dropping the remote and joining your other hand between his legs, going further back to press on his perineum.

His head falls back, hands grip your hair as he groans quietly, warm salty cum filling your mouth. You moan around him at the taste before swallowing it.

You quickly turn off the vibrations and slip it off him, kissing his spent cock and tucking him back in his pants.

Bradley pulls you to your feet to kiss you, loving the taste of himself on your lips.

The garage door swings open and you startle apart. You both smile at her sheepishly, not bothering with an excuse.

“Looks like your leg is better.” She smirks, “We’re gonna start a fire and a movie if you guys are done making out like teenagers.”

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Thankfully, everyone’s none the wiser when you come back, even Nat just thinks you two were kissing.

Bradley pulls you into his lap as he takes your place in the recliner. “Sorry, my ass is still a little too sore to be sitting on the wood floor for 2 hours,” he murmurs in your ear. You pull your new robe over your bare legs and Jake comes around with drinks.

“Alright. We’re watching ‘National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation’. Everybody drinks when: Clark falls or is hit by something, the advent calendar is opened, Clark's bonus or the pool is referenced, and Clark messes with the neighbors. Got it?”

Everyone laughs and agrees. Halfway through the movie, you’re feeling good, a little tipsy. Bradley’s switched to water after he finished his drink, tracing shapes on your bare inner thigh. It’s driving you crazy, you were already worked up from the garage.

You open your legs a little further, trying to get him where you want him, and he just smirks, fingers not straying, eyes on the movie. Such a brat.

Your arousal is coating halfway down your thighs and Bradley’s hard underneath you by the time the movie ends.

You were fully planning on mauling him in the car, but Bradley offers to give Mickey a ride since his place is closer to yours than Javy’s. His heavy hand stays on your thigh the entire time. As soon as Mick shuts the door, you turn your hips in the seat. Left foot on the console, right on his knee, giving him full access. He takes it and plunges two fingers in, rubbing over your clit with his thumb.

“You’re such a dirty girl, Rowan. Working me up in front of our friends, I almost came in the living room…you woulda loved that though, huh?”

You mewl and nod, clenching as your orgasm approaches. Bradley can tell too, he pushes you to the edge but then pulls his fingers out.

You whine in confusion and then gasp as he lightly slaps your clit with his wet fingers. “No. You’ll wait until we get home now.” You clench around nothing at his words, his dominant side coming out.

Thankfully, home is only a few minutes away. You’re on him as soon he gets in the door, and he stumbles to the living room, laying you on your stomach in front of the tree. He rucks your skirt up with one hand as he pulls himself out of his pants with the other. He lifts your hips and plunges in with a deep groan. You cry out, suddenly so full.

You lean forward onto your forearm and reach down with the other to rub your clit, but he grabs it, holding it against your lower back.

“No. You’re only cumming from my cock tonight.” You whine, resting your cheek against the soft tree skirt as you try with your other hand.

He slaps your ass harshly, a deep moan leaving you. “Did you not hear me?” He growls as he pulls the other hand behind you, holding both wrists in his left hand as he fucks into your harder. His right-hand goes between your legs to gather some of your wetness, teasing over your clit for only a moment before pulling away. He brings his soaked fingers to your puckered hole and rubs circles there.

“One of these days Rowan, you’re gonna find out exactly what I do to dirty girls.” He grits out.

“I don’t…think you have…it in you baby” you pant out, goading him.

He chuckles darkly, full of promise. “You’ll see,” and he pushes a finger in your ass.

“Oh fuckkkkkk,” you groan, your pussy spasms, clamping down on him as you orgasm.

He removes his finger and his cock as you come down, forcing you down to your stomach. You hear him jerking himself off. “Dirty girls don’t get my cum in their pussy,” he growls as he cums. You whine and clench around nothing as you feel his warm load coat your bare ass and skirt.

You make a mental note to turn up your teasing, needing to see what he does when you push him farther.

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A/N: I liked this chapter. I may have to propose my husband after our kid goes to bed for some fun under the tree. Fun fact, the picture is actually of my tree 🎄

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spotsandsocks · 1 year

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Started a coma dream fic… life takes people in different directions inspired by 2 seconds in promo

This is the first part… more may follow (I don’t know..)

The dizziness is overwhelming for a moment, it builds and build until it’s so intense he thinks he might be sick, with his vision blurred like it is it’s impossible to make out where he is. Then as suddenly as the feeling came over him it’s gone and Buck is standing alone in the street blinking in the light, it takes a full circle to orient himself and then he knows where he is, not too far from the station, just a few blocks reallly. He should go there find Eddie or Bobby. He has the strongest feeling he needs to see them, maybe they can help him work out why the hell he’s standing in the middle of the street wearing, he looks down at himself a pale green sweater he’s never seen before.

The first step towards the fire house is taken then the next before Buck notices the man on the other side of the street. Thank God!

“Bobby!” He calls out as he crosses but Bobby doesn’t hear him, well if he does he keeps on walking.

His feet move faster, there’s an urgency gripping him that he can’t let Bobby disappear around the corner. The feeling pushes his name past his lips.“Bobby! Bobby?”

Buck’s legs are longer and he’s faster than his Captain, with his heart beating rapidly against his ribs he reaches out and grabs hold of Bobby’s arm.

That finally gets a reaction, Bobby pulls away with a violent jerk and turns with a harsh ‘Hey!” On his lips followed by a scowl and “What’s your problem man?”

He doesn’t mean to be staring but Bobby’ looks, sounds so different that he can’t help it. There are more lines on his face, his eyes are dull and bloodshot. He looks old. He looks tired. Worn out. Done in .

“B B Bobby it’s me, it’s it’s Buck.”

“You’ve got the world guy. I don’t know you.”

The words hit him like are a blow, like he’s been slapped and ice floods his veins. It’s hard to get his next words out.

“You you do, it’s me Buck. Bobby, it’s me” he can hear the panic in his own voice as well as Bobby can, the older man takes a wary step back from someone he thinks is an increasingly distraught stranger.

Hands up Bobby says simply. “I don’t know you, sorry.”

Cutting through his panic like a knife he sees what Bobby’s holding.

“Is that, is that whiskey? Bobby are you drinking again?” Concern for his captain overrides the worry he’s starting to feel

About his own situation. “Does Athena know”

Bobby steps back again “Whose Athena?”

Now all Buck can do is stare horrified, that’s so wrong, everything is wrong. It freezes his brain and Bobby takes the opportunity to move away from him, it takes a second to gather his wits but then he’s moving after him, Bobby speeds up.

“You shouldn’t be drinking Bobby.”

“What’s that got to do with you? I don’t know how you know my name but you need to leave me alone.”

“No I can’t. I I need you, I need your help.” He sounds desperate but what else is he supposed to do. Bobby’s like his dad. He needs his dad.

“I’m no help to anyone these days kid.”

“Then then I should help you. Something’s wrong Cap, you should know me, you’re my boss at the 118.

Bobby stops and laughs. Buck doesn’t like the sound, he’s never heard Bobby laugh like that, it’s harsh and cold.

“Believe me I’ve not been anyone’s captain for a long time now.”

Not to be deterred Buck continues, “But but you are and we’re we’re a family. You’re my family. C’mon Bobby you know you’re kinda like my Dad.”

The next laugh is even worse than the first, it’s hollow and bitter. “I’m definitely not anyone’s Dad. I don’t know what your problem is mister but I’m going. Don’t follow me.”

Buck calls out after Bobby, “I think something happens to me, I I think I got hurt on a call. Bobby I just want to go home.”

Bobby turns as he walks away, “Can’t help you kid.”

The distance between them is increasing at the same rate as Buck’s panic. He raises his voice calls out after him, “You you taught me your chilli recipe.”

Bobby stops and turns.

“What?”

Buck closes the gap again, hope building.

“Your recipe for chilli.” Buck waits, holds his breath that this will get through to him.

Bobby shakes his head. “I haven’t about that recipe for years.”

“You.” He sighs the word out, desperate to make Bobby remember. “You even told me the secret ingredient. Bobby stares at him.

“Coco powder.” Buck hopes the two word will be the magic he needs to make this all make sense again.

“Unsweetened.” they both say the word at the same time

“Yeah!” Buck risks a smile.

Bobby steps closer. “I’m your Captain?”

Buck nods, jaw tight, Bobby has to help him.

“like your dad you say?”

He nods again, blinking back tears. He just needs to go home. Bobby can help, he knows he can.

There’s a small smile on Bobby’s face too. “I think I would have liked that but I’m sorry kid, I can’t help you.”

Bobby turns and walks away, then he stops and turns,

“I hope you work it out kid, if you do, if you’re right, then maybe we can both go home.”

His mouth opens to call out Bobby’s name again but his voice is taken by a searing wave of pain that takes him to his knees

#911 speculation #911 fic #spotty scribbles #911fic

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 2 years

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The Cuddle Question

Summary: Spencer Reid's done a lot in his short life, but there's one thing that he hasn't done yet. Luckily, there's someone perfect to help him achieve it.

CW: Reader is described as shorter than Spencer

Pairing: Spencer x Female Reader

Author's Note: This started as a prompt blurb requested by @sleepyspencer and it turned into a full-length fic! I am fully aware that this is incredibly cheesy and ending is completely sappy.

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The Cuddle Question

Spencer never quite understood the term, touch-starved. If anything he disliked the overwhelming sensation of someone coming too close in his personal bubble. Maybe it was a culmination of all the adverse touches he endured in school, coupled with a lack of positive touch from his parents. He doesn’t blame them, his mother at least. He knows that she tried her best and loved him as best as she could. But that doesn’t stop him from wondering if his distaste of touch is something deeply psychological or just another facet of his personality.

Spencer, sitting on the couch with his feet extended on the coffee table, ignores the book that rests on his lap. The neglected book is unable to capture his attention as his attention is captured by the thoughts that mull in his mind long enough to be fermented in anxiety and worry. Maybe that was another facet of his personality: worrying.

The stream of his thinking is interrupted by the apartment floor creaking as you walk from the tiny corner kitchen to the living room. Spencer, hardly able to focus on the book, flips through the pages of the book, still deep in thought.

“You look like you’re thinking about something,” you venture, sitting on the couch with your legs spread out towards Spencer’s lap. You grab your crochet bin to work on your half-made sweater that Spencer, not so secretly, knows is a surprise for him. He wonders why, it’s not like it’s any major holiday or his birthday anytime soon. Just another thing that makes his mind spiral. Crochet sweaters and cuddling, what oddities?

“Yeah,” Spencer mumbles, picking at a bit of his cuticle, “It’s stupid. You’ll laugh,” he says, minimizing his feelings because if he makes them small enough he can’t get hurt over your reaction.

“Spence, must not actually know me if you think I'd laugh at you like that. I-I love you, you know. You’re like…you’re my best friend, I mean,” you say, the awkwardness of the conversation not beyond him. He chooses to ignore it, hard set on what plagues his mind, not the new questions that pop up. Even though he would gleefully play you telling him you love him on loop all day.

“Yeah,” Spencer whispers, running a hand through his hair, “It’s just. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been on a date. Let alone the last time someone’s been interested in me,” he says, the word of the hour slipping from his lips like it’s something salacious and taboo.

“Your last date was that girl that works at the coffee shop. The redhead, Abigail, I think,” you recall, taking your turn to pick at your cuticle, “That was like 7 months ago,”

Spencer nods, remembering the single date with Abigail. It never went beyond the first date because they were just simply incompatible. It was mutual and ended before it even started with no hard feelings. If Spencer was being totally honest with himself, he never liked Abigail like that in the first place. There was always something that seemed to get in the way when it came to him and romance. Which, as it turned out, convinced him of yet another facet in his personality his future partner would have to contend with.

“I don’t have the best track record,” Spencer admits, smiling softly as your feet playfully tap his thighs, “It’s just, I don’t know, weighing on my mind? Like cuddling, for example,” he starts, feeling the familiar uncertainty prickle in his skin, “I get the science behind it. It builds trust and emotional intimacy and it releases a lot of different chemicals into your system, but…never mind it’s stupid,”

“You can tell me, Spencer. I promise you I won’t laugh or tease you or say anything,” you say, moving closer to Spencer. You grab his hand, pulling him in close to your chest, “Cross my heart,” you promise, holding his hand flush against your chest. He can feel your heart thump in rhythm. It’s slower than his, which he supposes his well passed tachycardia.

“Okay,” Spencer ventures, raising his eyes timidly to meet yours, “I’ve never cuddled before. And I know, Y/N. It’s pathetic and silly and stupid of me to wonder about it, but it’s just. I don’t know, it would be nice to do it,” he confesses, his hand rests on your chest still. You haven’t released him yet, otherwise he’d be picking at his cuticle again.

“You’ve never cuddled before?” you question, the shock in your voice is more disbelief than judgment. Spencer, unable to look at you, shakes his head in embarrassment, “Even when you know, you…”

“Ah,” Spencer says, turning even more pink. He knows it’s scientifically impossible, but he feels his face burn red at the thought of you knowing he’s never been intimate with anyone, “We’re not going to talk about that,” he mumbles, pulling his hand back quickly.

You catch him, holding his bigger hand in between your softer, smaller one. Spencer likes the feeling of your hand resting against his. He understands, even if it’s the slightest bit of touch, now why humans are starved for it.

“I’d cuddle with you,” you say, shrugging your shoulders like it’s a given. Spencer must have looked at you quizzically because you brush him off with a, “Don’t look at me like that, Spencer. Why wouldn’t I want to cuddle with you?”

“Because I’m lanky and too tall and boney and I get all worked up at the slightest bit of attention from pretty girls,” he explains, throwing his head back towards the wall.

“But I’m just me, Spencer,” you remind him, saying it like it doesn’t mean everything in the world to him, “And so what if you’re you, Spencer. You’re pretty cool. And girls like tall. And boys that get nervous about getting attention are cute,” you admit, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand, “We don’t have to. But if you’d just want to practice,”

“Yes,” Spencer says, flinching at his enthusiastically quick response, “Please,” he adds, only making himself cringe more.

He takes it as a good sign when you grab his hand and pull him up from the couch. Spencer can feel his heart thumping in his chest, threatening to explode. He wonders if anyone has actually had a heart attack while cuddling, or if he’ll go down in medical history.

“Hey,” you whisper, turning to face him. Your bed is pushed up against the outerwall of the room, so the minimal sunlight drips in onto your quilt. Spencer wants to run his fingers across the soft fabric with little lavender flowers, “It’s okay to be nervous, Spencer. But it’s just me,”

“I know,” Spencer says, “I know. I just don’t know how,” he admits, watching you as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“Okay, okay,” you say, the wheels in your brain turning with thought, “Let’s see, do you want to face me? Or hold my back? Or I can hold your back?” you implore.

Spencer hopes you choose to ignore the new blush that covers his face at the mental images that flash before his mind. They’re innocent. Just thoughts of you holding his hand in the bed with lavender flowers splayed across the quilt. Or you thread your hands through his hair as he recites all your favorite books with the warm yellow sunlight casting sweet shadows across your face.

“Whatever you think,” Spencer says, deferring to you on this matter. It seems best, both for his sake and for your sake too.

“Okay,” you say, smiling as you kick of your slippers before sliding up the bed, “Over the covers for our first time,” you tell him, winking as Spencer’s already flushed face grows a deeper shade of red, “I’m teasing you, Spencer,”

“Oh,” he says, “Yeah. I know,”

“You’re just too cute not to,” you admit, patting the spot next to you. It’s dizzying to him. All of this. You, smelling freshly shower with your tea tree and lavender soap, patting a spot on your bed for him to sneak into.

He listens. Spencer lies on the bed with his legs extended out and his arms firmly against his sides. You take in the sight, yet again, clearly thinking about how to help him figure this out.

“You can touch me, Spencer,” you whisper, “I trust you to do that, you know,” you admit, smiling in the low light. From the sliver of the window that Spencer can see, it looks like the sun has dipped below the clouds, making the room glow with a reddish tint, “It feels better for both people if we hold each other,” you instruct, sinking a bit lower so your head rests closer to his arm.

Spencer nods, untrusting of his own voice at the moment. Licking his dry lips, Spencer counts his heartbeats until it speeds up and he’s lost track.

“I’m going to rest my head against your chest. And you can wrap your arm around me,” you instruct, clearly picturing the position in your mind and retelling it to Spencer.

Unfamiliar sense of jealousy rushes forward in his mind. He wonders who else you’ve done this with before. And suddenly, he doesn’t want you to do it with anyone else, but him. He shifts in the bed, giving you an inch of more room to scoot in closer to him.

“There,” you say, threading your fingers into Spencer’s as you finally settle with your head against his chest, “You’ve done it,” you joke, watching how you fingers and hands look threaded together, “It’s nice, isn’t it,”

“It is,” Spencer admits, wondering if he agreed too quickly and revealed just how much this means to him, “You hold me any longer, Y/N and I just might fall in love with you,”

It’s like you can hear a pin drop. In silence Spencer ruminates on his words. They're half true. He’s already in love with you and probably has been since he’s met you. He counts twelve seconds before you respond. Spencer didn’t realize just how long twelve seconds is until he’s had to endure it during the most tense moment of his life.

“Well,” you say, raising his hand to your cheek, “That would be really good because I already love you. And not like a best friend,” you clarify, harkening back to your earlier statement.

“Really?” Spencer asks, confusing overtaking his face as he leans up on his elbow, “You mean that we could have been doing this the entire time?”

You laugh, the bright sound making Spencer smile, even if he feels like kicking himself for not noticing this quicker. Brushing his hair from his face, you wrap your arms around his neck. Spencer’s heart, right against your own, beats rapidly at having you so close.

“I’m very happy that you’ve never cuddled anyone before,” you tell him, kissing his cheek before he can react. His smile grows and his nervous laughter makes you giggle into his neck, “Now please, stop laughing so I can kiss you,”

Spencer's heart felt full and safe with it resting squarely in your hands. He's only been smiling for mere seconds, but he can tell that he'll wake up with a sore face in the morning. Spencer knows that it's a little silly, but it's like his entire life has been living up to this moment. Your skin, soft and supple, feels addictive under the roughness of his hands.

Something resembling confidence grows inside him when you reach towards him, closing the gap between the pair of you. Your lips are soft against his, yet strongly dictate the pace of the kiss. He can taste your minty toothpaste against your lips. Spencer never realized how warm kissing is. His heart feels warm and his cheeks heat in tandem.

"I love you," you whisper against his lips. Emboldened by your words, Spencer pushes up, moving you to sit in his lap. He can feel you smile into the kisses that silently return the words. He can feel it coursing through his veins, the passion, the desire, the love.

"I." He kisses your left cheek. "Love." He kisses your right cheek. "You." He kisses you lips.

You capture his bottom lip in your two lips, nipping slightly. Spencer can't help but whimper at the sensation, sending electric sparks straight through his body. The heat becomes nearly too much for Spencer. He rests his hands against your waist and his forehead against your forehead.

He wonders if he'll come to love this part the most, the quiet passion that transpires after heated kisses. He thinks he will. But then again he thinks he'll love everything the most because he does it with you.

"I hope you know that the sweater was for you," you tell him, playing with the buttons on his cardigan. Spencer, resting his head on the soft pillow, feels like he's about to take off for flight. He attempts to conceal his glee, but for some reason he feels like he doesn't need to around you.

"I had a sneaking suspicion," Spencer admits, smiling to himself at the way your eyes scan over his face. It's as if you're looking for new spots on his face to love, to kiss. And for the record, he'll be the last person to stop you, "Maybe you can teach me. And I can make you a matching one,"

"It's a date," you say, kissing him yet again. He can count the number of kisses on two hands, but he longs for the day when he'll lose track, "but only if we can cuddle while it happens,"

thank you for reading!!

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june-again · 2 years

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SKZ: #♡ facing hard moments together.

☆ incl ! bangchan, lee know, hyunjin ☆ ☆ genre ! comfort/whump/est.relationship/gn.reader ☆ ☆ ☆ now playing ! another day / skz ☆ ☆ warnings ! allusions to hyunjin's hiatus, slight vent.

「 hyunjin 」 : ♡♡

“I know you’re sort of used to this kind of thing, but it’s okay to be upset.”

Your boyfriend was sitting quietly in the chair across from you. It seemed ironically peaceful in the coffee shop here, in contrast to the hellfire that was Hyunjin’s online image right now. You knew that even the positive support could get overwhelming quickly, but this…

He didn’t respond immediately, gripping his coffee. His eyes flashed back up into yours and then down to the table again. “There’s just nothing I can do right now, and it’s…”

“Frustrating?”

He nodded.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I know it isn’t good right now, but it’ll pass…”

He leaned forward with his elbows on the table, putting his head in his hands. “I don’t want to leave the group.”

Your heart broke seeing him like this. “I know, Hyunjin. I know, baby.” You stood and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I know.”

You could feel his breathing. It was shallow, calculated. You could almost imagine the cage he’d mentioned to you before. You could feel it closing in on both of you.

“Nobody ever knows the full story. Everyone thinks they know your true self. I know you’re tired.”

You felt his hand hold yours as a way of acknowledging his gratitude. “The whole group is tired. But we love what we do, it just gets so…” He paused, taking a slow, deep breath. You could see his hands clenching his hair. You understood.

He knew that there were things he couldn’t talk about, even to you. Hence the cage.

“When you know what you need I’ll always be here,” you told him. “Anything, any time.”

“I love you,” he said. “Thank you.”

「 lee know 」 : ♡♡

“So is this it?” Minho’s eyes wouldn’t meet yours, falling instead on the table of untouched meals between the two of you.

“I don’t know, Minho. I don’t know.”

He took a deep breath. “I thought we’d be here. I thought we’d be forever.”

“I know,” you said. “I thought so too.”

“So…” He sighed, pulling his sweater’s sleeves down. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”

“It’s just that…” You frowned, wishing you knew the right way to say it. “It never works, Min. It’s never worked in the past. One or both of the people involved always chooses to move on. Long distance… even if it’s only for a few months… I don’t know if it’s worth it.”

You would never argue with him about leaving. Him happy, chasing his dreams, it was all you wanted. But you were sure that if he tried to hold onto you as well, it would cause him more stress. It was the last thing you wanted.

“Let me go, Minho.”

Now, he made eye contact with you, setting his jaw. He licked the corner of his lip and you knew he was ready to say anything and everything in order to win.

“Y/N. Dear, dear Y/N. You complete idiot. You idiot.”

You said nothing, letting him continue. You’d expected this.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with an idiot like you. You, who wouldn’t even stop to think about why I’m going in the first place. You, who are the reason I wanted to chase my dreams, who encouraged me every day, who brought me out of the ashes so that I could get to where I am today. Because of you, you idiot, I’m doing this in the first place. No other reason. Not one. I had nothing until you. I refuse to give you up because I’m where I’ve been working for with your help.”

“I think you should.”

“Yeah? And that’s why you’re an idiot. I’m done with you telling m—”

“End it there. Be done with me.”

Minho’s angry expression turned desperate, and then completely, utterly placid. He leaned back in his chair.

You had a distant inkling that heads might be turning. If this kept up you’d be kicked out of the cafe. You had all the power in the world to get kicked out of anything but Minho’s life, and it was both frustrating and terribly comforting.

You could see out of the corner your eye Minho’s chest heaving.

You had never seen him this mad before.

“No,” he finally said.

You began to feel your confidence in your actions fading. You’d been trying to avoid problems by doing this. Let the whole thing go easily. You’d thought to yourself, yes, it would be hard, but living without him would be what you’d have to do anyways. It would be better with no strings. With your attachment forgotten.

You knew that even your own feelings would be impossible to stop just like that. Whatever happened would hurt. But you never expected having Lee Minho be willing to fight you to the end for the sake of you to hurt, easily more than anything else could.

“All I want is for you to stop being weighed down. You’re incredible and you always will be. You don’t need me, Minho.” You looked at him and then looked away. Your mind was on the verge of changing. But you wanted him happy. You wanted him happy.

He asked you something in a voice so quiet in contrast to the rest of the conversation that it took you a second to understand it. “Do you love me?” he’d asked you.

“Yes,” you replied without any hesitation.

Minho leaned towards you so that you could see the details in his eyes and the familiar curve of his jaw. “Then? There’s nothing in the world that can keep me from you.”

It all came tumbling down. Your idea of helping him reach his goal, the plan of helping him realize his own induvidual worth, even your perception of what interpersonal relationships were, it was all gone, suddenly. There was only him. Unbelievably, him.

「 bangchan 」 : ♡♡

Bangchan had witnessed days get harder for you.

The fear of the future your eyes held. The emotional exhaustion in your voice, the hopelessness in your walking. He knew you weren’t just sad. He didn’t know exactly how you felt and never would, but he’d been in a similar place before. Even with that experience, however, he didn’t have to ability to solve your mental health issues. So as hard as it was for you, it was painful for him to see you lose your spark.

He knew it was a matter of mindset, a mindset that life had destroyed for you. Chan’s own positive attitude was bright, bright enough to support his group in times they needed him. But they all had to stand on their own and help him too. Bangchan would never tell you this, but he largely blamed himself for your failing mental health. The time he’d been away and the limit on the time he was here with you, it was clearly a huge factor into how you felt every day.

And this was your last night together for who knew how long.

Bangchan gazed into your dulled eyes. You were lying on the couch with your head resting on his lap, which you’d mentioned before as one of the only places you could feel safe.

What did you need, at this point? He wasn’t upset with you, no, he could never be upset with you. He was frustrated with himself.

He knew the answer.

You needed a stable relationship. Not only one that you could trust each other, but one that you could rely on every day. An accessible one. You deserved someone to come home to every day, not miss each other every night thanks to timezones. It wasn’t fair to you. He knew this wasn’t all the problem, but he was still making things harder for you where he wanted to make them easier. He wouldn’t give up his group for anything, even you, but the same was true the other way around. He needed both. He needed you happy, he needed his group happy.

You heard Bangchan sigh and you opened your eyes. “Chan…”

You went quiet when his fingers lightly touched your forehead, grazing your hairline. “You know,” he started. His hand trailed down the side of your face to rest, stroking your jaw. “I’m really grateful for you. I’m so… I’m so glad that we are what we are.”

“Yeah?” It came out of your mouth as a whisper.

“Yeah,” he echoed. “I love you. So, so much. Okay?”

You inhaled and sat up. You faced Bangchan, taking his hand in yours. You clenched your teeth. Something about what he said made you want to cry. “I love you too.”

“I’m sorry I can’t be… your always. I’m sorry I’m not there when you need me. I’m sorry I’m halfway across the world in your worst moments.”

“Chan…”

“You deserve better.”

“Chan, in my best moments, you’re here. And you’re chasing your dream. It’s okay.”

He looked so genuine, so horribly in pain, so guilty, so many things that you wanted to solve. Maybe he was the last thing you cared about right now but the amount that you did was enough to make everything else disappear.

Bangchan lowered his head. He wanted to be consoling you, not the other way around. How could you be so— so strong, even now?

You leaned into him and kissed him. He sweetly kissed you back, and when you stopped, your foreheads tilted against each other.

“Everything you do,” you whispered, “it's enough.”

“Baby, I wish you knew how often I want to say the same to you… You do your best, too. You're enough. You're mine. You're my Y/N. You're enough. And I'm going… to miss you…”

It hurt, for both of you. It always did.

But here in his arms, it was okay. For whatever you had to suffer through, this was worth it.

It was here that you both felt like enough.

note ! my first posted skz work! i really love them and want the best for them. i hope that 2022 serves them well. no denial of necessary accountability intended for hyunjin's situation last year, but i'm still very glad he did come back.

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turtle-babe83 · 2 years

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Ok, so u asked for this! I’ve gone a bit extreme but this is what u do to me when u write.

So, Mikey (obviously🙄)

1. “I can feel my shell tightening.”

58. Turtle bedroom

89. Mating/breeding

100. Sex in front of a mirror

131. “Don’t you fucking stop!”

133. “You feel so good”

150. “I want you so bad, it hurts

Could be a first time thing? I love a first time. I am, as u once said to me, a hungry bitch!

Love u xxx

I love you, my dear @nittleboo 🧡🧡 Let’s see if I can satisfy your Mikey craving 😉😘

First Time: Mating Season

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

Leo warned you to stay away. But when did you ever listen?

It was spring, and the turtles’ mating season was in full swing. Poor Mikey had texted you, begging for you to come over and help him out. You had been dating for a few months and while you had certainly messed around, you hadn’t actually done the deed yet.

Mikey🧡: I want you so bad, it hurts

How could you deny him? Your sweet little cinnamon roll was practically begging. You could sneak in, Leo would never even know you were there. He needed you.

So, you packed a backpack with a change of clothes and some of his favorite snacks, and made your way down to the lair, as quietly as possible. Reaching the entrance, you squatted low, scouting for his dad or brothers. When a few minutes went by with no one seen, you decided to make a break for it. Through the living room, to Mikey’s bedroom, you crept in on silent feet. You opened his door, and slipped through, locking it behind you. Mikey was curled up in a ball on his bed, but as soon as he sniffed the air, he turned his attention to you. His face lit up and you knew he was about to get loud with his greeting. So you launched yourself at him and threw a hand over his mouth. You were straddling his hips and he grinned mischievously behind your palm, before bucking his hips against your core. Dear lord, he was only wearing underwear.

“I can feel my shell tightening,” he whispered with a giggle.

“Mikey!” you hissed between your teeth.

“Are you here to end my misery?” he asked theatrically.

“Is it really that bad?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Worse,” he groaned. “My hand gets so tired. But now you’re here, and you can help me.”

His hands rubbed up and down your back, “I’ve never had a girlfriend during my season before.”

Your heart melted at the look in his eyes. You were ready and willing to do anything he wanted, as long as he kept looking at you like that. You felt desired and cherished. With a sultry smile, you tugged your sweater over your head. Mikey’s hands went instantly to kneading your breasts while you reached behind yourself to unfasten your bra. Mikey unleashed the trifecta upon your nipples: lips, tongue and teeth.

“Fuck, Mikey, mmm,” you moaned, grinding your hips down.

Mikey continued to roll his hips up and nibble your nips. His frantic hands squeezed your ass, then started pulling at your pants. You had to reposition yourself to allow him access to pull them down your legs, and to save time, he took your panties with them.

Rolling over onto his back, he pointed to his face, “All aboard the Mikey train!”

“Mikey!” you admonished with a giggle.

He waggled his tongue and made grabby hands. You knew there was no denying him when he wanted to eat you out, so you climbed on and braced your hands on the headboard. Mikey didn’t just feast on you, he held you down tight, tongue fucking you hard as he could just to pull all those sinful sounds from your mouth. The more you moaned, the more he rocked your hips, encouraging you to ride. You were rapidly approaching your first orgasm of the night. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw that Mikey was thrusting his hips. His cock was clearly hard and leaking. A wet spot had formed where it was straining against his underwear. You wanted to give him some relief but he held you fast, determined to make you cum. Which you did moments later, moaning his name.

When he finally let you dismount, he was already pushing his underwear off. You licked your lips, intending to indulge in some sucking, but Mikey had other ideas. He climbed off the bed and went over to his full length mirror, pulling hoodies and shorts off of it. Then he pulled his comforter off the bed and spread it on the floor in front of the mirror. He curled his finger at you with a wicked grin, getting down on his knees. Curious, you joined him. He positioned you in front of the mirror, on all fours, then lined himself up behind you.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, voice edged with excitement.

You dropped your arms and kept your ass in the air, “Show me what you got, babe.”

He grasped his cock and rubbed it against your moist folds, coating his tip before pushing it inside. He hissed through his teeth as he hilted.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”

You whimpered, feeling full and needing him to move, “So do you! Mikey, please!”

You pushed back and it must have triggered something in him, because he churred loud, and began to thrust wildly. You braced against the floor, then looked up to the mirror. The look of bliss on his handsome face, as he absolutely railed you, was utterly adorable. He held your hips tightly, and then he caught your gaze in the mirror. The grin that spread across his face was purely sinful.

“You like watching me fuck you?”

“Y-yes, oh shit!”

“Yeah, you do…..damn, this pussy is tight,” he moaned. “You’re so beautiful, just gorgeous, you know that?”

He kept talking, mumbling compliments and praise, but you couldn’t focus on most of it. You were about to cum again.

“Mikey!” you wailed. “Don’t you fucking stop!”

You caught his eyes again in the mirror, your eyes beginning to water from the intensity of your orgasm as it hit you. He panted heavily, stretching over your bent back to grab your shoulders.

“This is amazing, oh my god, this is so good,” he babbled.

His eyes went wide, then squeezed shut as he came, filling you up with his warm seed. You worked to catch your breath, and just as you thought he might slide out, the realization hit you that his cock was still hard.

“Mikey?”

He kissed your shoulder, then sat up straight, pulling you with him, still lodged tightly in your cunt. Still sensitive from your release, you were shocked when he began to plunge into you from below.

“Look at us,” he ordered, and you couldn’t help but comply.

You were spread wide across his knees, watching his dark shaft sliding in and out. It was the most erotic thing you had ever witnessed. He pressed kisses to the side of your neck, sliding a hand down to play with your clit.

“I always tried to imagine what it would be like to spend my season with someone,” he murmured, “but I never thought it would be this good.”

You weren’t going to complain, but you had to know, “How is it that you’re still hard?”

Mikey’s teeth bit gently into your shoulder before he answered.

“It’s mating season. We can go for hours. Hell, for days.”

You gulped, days? Leo did try to warn you.

🧡

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eijishimas · 3 years

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midnight snack.

18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up.

masterlist.

content warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection irl pls!), quirk use (electro stimulation), a hint of overstim, & a sprinkle of degradation. f!reader.

notes: all i could think about while writing this was “and they were roommates! ohmygod they were roommates.” also thank u bria ( @rekiri ) & sun ( @kiridarling ) for keeping me sane while writing this, ily both <3

wc: 3.0k

You rarely got hungry in the middle of the night. You usually went to bed full of food cooked by yourself or ordered takeout by your roommate, Denki. Tonight was different, however. You had been working on a project, one that was taking up far too much of your time due to your incompetent group members causing you to pick up the slack. You had been stressed beyond belief lately because of them. Maybe a small stretch would help clear your mind, you reasoned to yourself internally. While you were at it, a midnight snack wouldn’t be too bad. It would help ease your nerves, even. You stood from your desk, stretching your arms above your head and cracking the joints of your shoulders. Now exiting your room, you threw a glance across the hallway to see the light under your roommate’s door was still on. Of course he was staying up again, when did he not? Probably off playing video games with the guys again.

You yawned, bare feet pattering against the hardwood of your apartment floor on your way to the kitchen. You shivered, wearing only a cropped sweater you had thrifted and a pair of your comfiest shorts. So what if they were a little short on you, they did the job of keeping you comfy while you slept. No one besides Denki saw you in them, mostly because you wore them to bed. Opening the fridge door, you cringed at the harsh lighting hitting you square in the face. You bent over, eyes scanning the bottom shelf for something to pique your interest. Since you figured Denki was in his room, you didn’t bother to bend your knees while you were searching for your snack.

“Uh- I uh, whatcha lookin’ for?” Denki’s voice cracked slightly. What were the odds? Your head whipped up so fast from the fridge, you nearly knocked into the door of it. Your face began to overheat as you saw your roommate standing there in his pyjamas, fighting off his own blush as he looked at you. Had he seen how your shorts rode up your ass, giving the perfect view of the lace black panties you had been wearing that night? Maybe. The answer was most definitely a yes, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you. He really didn’t want to die by your hands.

“I was, well I was grabbing some water,” you fumbled for your words as Denki approached you, moving around the bar counter of your apartment to peer into the fridge himself from behind you. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead indicating that he had just hopped out of the shower. No kidding, he had used your fruit passion shampoo along with lemon scented body wash again. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck from how close he was to you, your tongue wetting your lips as you tried to ease your building nerves. You were never so nervous around him, he was your roommate and your best friend. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other.

You stood perfectly still, razor focused on the fruit cup on the top shelf to distract your mind that was buzzing with electricity. He smelled so good. He felt awfully warm. And he was incredibly close to you, so much so that you could hear his own inner monologue if you listened hard enough. You were so caught up in your thoughts that your mind barely registered that his hands were sitting comfortably on your waist. “Hey,” Denki spoke up, “Did you wear that for me?”

Processing his words, there was a tiny heat that began to burn low in your stomach. “I’m sorry?” you squeaked out.

“The black lacy ones. The ones that make me want to eat you out on the counter until you’re screaming. Did you wear those for me?” his voice was low, whispering deliciously into your ear. Sinful thoughts were clouding your mind, your previous intentions of getting a snack now lost to the idea of possibly choking on something else entirely tonight. “Denki—” His hands slipped beneath your shirt, stopping just below your breasts. You were starting to feel something hard poking at the cheek of your ass. Your breath hitched, thighs clenching together in an attempt to tame the growing heat between them. The two of you had been dancing around the notion of having feelings for each other for a long time.

You tried to look the other way every time he would stare at you for just a small bit longer than he should. He pretended to not notice the way you sat so very close to him, despite the entire couch being free. The way your fingertips brushed his thighs when you leaned over him to grab the remote. The way his touch lingered on your hip when he went to pass behind you while you cooked dinner together, his palms warm and jittery. Everything clicked together so perfectly for the two of you, it was beginning to become undeniable and almost comical at this point.

Tonight only made you more desperate for some type of release, since all of the previous tension between the two of you had crescendoed into Denki moulding his lips to your neck and sucking deep purple marks in a lovely pattern against your hot skin. Your legs felt weak, a strained moan escaping you. Between the cool air of the open fridge and his hands exploring your torso, it felt like heaven. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples eagerly, his name falling off your tongue as if second nature. You wanted him bad. And he wanted nothing more than to strip you of your clothes and have you right there in the kitchen.

Your legs quivered as he touched you, allowing yourself to lean back against him and succumb to his affection. “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, baby,” the confidence radiating off the blond was dripping right into his tone. It made more of that liquid heat manifest in your lower half. You were quite certain that those lacy black panties Denki had been talking about now had a wet patch from all of his ministrations. His hands kept massaging at your breasts, small whimpers leaving your lips as you whispered out how you needed more from him. You panted, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to your skin. Your hips seemed to move on their own as you wiggled your ass right up against his prominent hard on. “Fuck,” he swore, fingers dipping into your shorts and past the waistline of your underwear to feel your slick. You were soaking from his touches, thighs shaking and fingers finding purchase in blond locks as his finger pad grazed your aching clit. “More,” you whined with need, “I wanna.. I wanna touch you, please.”

Denki’s mind felt like it was melting. Was this a dream? He never wanted to wake up if that was the case. He inserted a finger into your core, heart fluttering upon hearing you moan out for him again. Your walls hugged his single digit, his dick twitching at the sensation. You were feeling unbearably sensitive for some reason that night, the way his thumb drew circles around your clit paired with his finger reaching within you made your head light. “You’re so greedy, look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. Moaning like that for me. From how much you walk around like a little slut, you had this coming,” Denki nibbled at the lobe of your ear before adding a second digit, curling his fingers and further sending you into your pleasure. “Denki,” you called out again, head tossed against his shoulder, ass rubbing right against his dick in ways that made his head spin. “You’re so wet, do you hear that? Holy fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” Denki’s words made the coil inside the pit of your stomach snap, your first orgasm of the night finally washing over you as you clenched around his fingers. It took all of Denki’s willpower not to cum in his boxers right then and there. Falling against him for support, your hips lazily rolled against his digits to ride out your high.

“Up on the counter babe, we’re not done yet. I’m still feeling a bit hungry,” he murmured into your ear. The two of you backed away from the fridge, leaving the door open to allow some light in the darkened kitchen. You turned to face him, seeing a bit of a loopy smile on his face despite his lust blown pupils. You wasted no time in connecting your lips, tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. Your body pressed his against the cool granite of the counter, his hands drifting lower down your back to meet the flesh of your ass. He tapped your ass a couple times, his fingers pinching at the fabric of your thin shorts. “You won’t be needing these,” he chuckled deeply against your lips. His drop in octave made you shiver. Your own hands mapped out his body, feeling across his abs that he prided himself on as a pro-hero while your other went right for his cock.

Your excited fingers pulled down his gray sweatpants along with his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines. There was a lovely amount of precum beading atop his reddening head, your thumb swirling the natural lube around his tip. The action elicited a groan from the blond, grabbing a bit harder at your ass. You were gentle, teasing even, your eyes glazed over in lust as your hand pumped his dick at a slow tempo. Denki’s hips began to fuck into your hand, his chest heaving as he took this time to shed himself of his t-shirt. He felt entranced by how your fingers looked so delicate fisting his cock, breath hitching in his throat as your wrist rolled with each stroke of his dick. “Do you know how— fuck — how long I’ve waited for this?” Denki’s words are gentle, his neck craning back down to nip at your exposed skin.

“Too long?”

“Way too long.”

You giggled and he groaned, a low rumble against your soft skin that makes you shiver yet again. You smirked with amusement as you felt him pulse in your hand, yet Denki pulled away from your touch just as you were about to tip him over the line to his own orgasm. “You, you first,” he told you, golden eyes trained on yours, “I like seeing you come undone for me.”

A whimper escaped you, his grin hungry with want for you and only you. “Let’s see how good you taste,” he pressed a final kiss to your lips as he eagerly dropped to his knees. With a shy look in your eyes, you allowed your legs to spread, giving Denki a full view of your pretty pussy. He was practically salivating, eyes taking in your wet sex with a strange fire lit behind them. He was eating good tonight. With your fingers threading in his hair and tugging lightly, he took it as his signal to go. You sucked in a gasp of surprise as something cool touched your already slick entrance. Oh, you had forgotten that Denki had a fucking tongue piercing.

Instinctively, your thighs started to close around Denki’s head. He held them open with ease, the metal ball of his piercing following the tip of his tongue as he happily traced your entrance. “Denki,” you huffed, growing frustrated at his languid pace. For a man who seemed rather eager, he was going very slowly. Denki hummed in response, lips now attached to your clit and you felt your body jolt at the feeling. Fuck. Maybe you should have bit your tongue instead. Channeling electricity through his quirk, you felt a shock emitted from the tiny piece of metal in his mouth to your aching clit. “Denki!” you moaned, eyelids fluttering as you struggled to keep your gaze on him. Your hands kept pulling at his semi-damp hair, rutting your hips as best as you could into his face as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You felt ten times hotter than you did when you first entered the kitchen, your hands expelling your own sleep shirt to the floor as Denki moaned at the sight of your exposed tits. This gave him the opportunity to push his tongue into your pussy, your toes curling at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat. He had his fun, darting his tongue in and out of you as he kept moaning to keep up the tiny vibrations. Moving his bangs away from his eyes, you could only watch as he ate you out with his skilled muscle.

His tongue reached deeper inside of you, his hands holding your thighs apart firmly as they were threatening to clamp around his head with more force. You hadn’t anticipated that Denki would be this fucking good with his mouth. Your inner walls squeezed around him, your moans picking up in volume. Your nipples were peaked, your back arched and your head thrown back as all you could do was continuously grind your hips against his face. This only edged the blond further, his nose stimulating your swollen clit as his tongue delved as far as it could into your dripping cunt. You nearly screamed his name as you were finally tipped over the edge, your chest heaving as Denki suckled at your sensitive lower lips. He drank your essence happily, your body prickling with heat as he drew back to watch in awe at how your pussy fluttered invitingly around nothing. He was drunk on the feeling of you cumming on his mouth. You two were definitely doing that again.

As you steadily regulated your breathing, Denki slowly got up from his position on the floor. Wiping away a bit of your cum from the corner of his mouth, he threw you another grin. You swallowed dryly, “Need you.”

“What was that, baby?”

“Need you, Den. I need you in.. Please.” Your eyes were begging him to give you more. You had seen how much his cock had been leaking onto the kitchen floor, practically throbbing between his legs from not having given release. With a cheeky sort of smile, Denki gave you a kiss to your cheek before settling his lips to the shell of your ear. “Whatever you say, babe.”

In an instant, you were swept off the counter, your body being caged between the closed freezer door and Denki holding you up from beneath your thighs. His cock fell heavy against your stomach, twitching in its desperation for attention. The light emitting from the open door of the fridge illuminated the right half of the electric blond’s face, his expression lustful and giddy in the harsh LED lighting. It made your heart buzz with anticipation, your body tensing as he eased the head of his cock past your folds. Your hands scrambled for his shoulders, fingernails leaving red crescents along his creamy skin. Denki’s eyes were on you, his breathing irregular as you wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting back in with confidence. His lips swallowed your moans, the wet, lewd sounds of your fucking adding more tinder to the heat now coiling in the pit of your stomach for the third time tonight. “Please,” you begged, practically trembling from overstimulation as Denki rocked you into the cool aluminum of the freezer door.

“Please what, baby?” the playfulness in his tone didn’t match the serious manner in which he kept pistoning into you, chasing his own release as your slick from previous orgasms now coated his cock and ran down his thighs. Each time he went in, he angled himself right up to meet that special spot inside you to make you see tiny specks of white dot your vision. “I- I, ah! Denki!” Fingers now grasping at his hair again, you yanked harshly as you came around his pulsing cock for the third and final time, squeezing him snugly as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. There was a tingly sensation running through your legs starting from your thighs, numbing and electric as Denki kept up his quick pace to chase his own release, groaning dirty praises into your ear that made you keen. Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to go deeper and finish inside of you. His hips met yours for one last time, stuttering as he pumped his sticky cum into your abused hole. You two stayed there for a moment, you letting out quiet giggles as Denki took his time in getting the air back into his lungs. He let you down steadily from the position you had been in, making sure to hold you up since the feeling was still a bit lost in your legs.

“Wow that was,” Denki paused, struggling to find the right word for the situation you two had caught yourselves in. “Satisfying,” you finished for him, to which he blushed deeply. The smile he flashed you was earnest and relieved, if he was being quite honest. “Ah, nice! Let’s get you something to eat, maybe a cheese string. But definitely water!”

“I’m actually feeling pretty full right now in terms of cheese. Thanks for that, Den.”

“Wait really?” Denki questioned as he swept his boxers along with his shirt off the kitchen floor, his concern showing through his furrowed brow, “Not even for a cheese string?”

A deadpan look crossed your face, sighing as you gave in to your dumbass of a roommate. “One cheese string.”

“Bet!”

Needless to say, post sex activities consisted of a hot shower, the second Shrek movie, and two cheese strings (per Denki’s request). Not a bad way to relieve your stress, you concluded to yourself happily as you snuggled closer to your roommate, fingers intertwined beneath the blanket as you allowed yourself to slip into a comfortable slumber against Denki’s shoulder.

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Your Favorite — Part 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Y/N and Spencer decide to keep seeing each other in secret. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, cockwarming, heavy petting, penetrative/unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral sex (both receiving), degradation, exhibitionism, fingering, cum play maybe? Word Count: 7.5k

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NOTE: This is... *nervous laugh* this is pure filth. Like... It’s nothing but sex scenes, y’all. Buckle in. (Also the end is a lil angsty so watch out hehehe)

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JULY 8th

"You're sure you guys are okay without me for a little while?"

I love my mom. Really, I do.

But if she delays her bath for any longer than one more second, I'm going to burst into flames.

Thankfully it seems that Spencer is patient enough for the both of us. "Positive. You deserve to relax a little. Go. Take your bath, we'll be fine."

Mom looks to me for extra reassurance, and I give it to her with a nod.

"Okay. I'll try not to be too long."

She turns and kisses Spencer, long and lovesick, and I want to barf. What's even worse is that when she pulls away and pats my head before retreating up the stairs, he's smiling. And he's supposed to, I know that. Part of him obviously cares about my mom, and even if he's only fucking me on the side, the fact remains that he goes to sleep next to her. That's the way it has to be.

But it still makes me incredibly envious.

It's a problem.

Mom is upstairs now, but our rule is that unless we know for certain that she's not coming into sight or earshot anytime soon, we remain distant.

Still, I make my distaste for their affections known. "You guys are gross..."

Spencer laughs, his hand sneaking over the couch cushion and grazing the end of my skirt. "Jealous, are we?"

Of course, I have to make it difficult for him. "You're a genius, you tell me..."

"Hey now... You're lucky I'm giving you any attention at all... Besides, you know the rules."

I glance over at him, practically crumbling apart at the seams under his intense gaze. It's one I've gotten used to as of late, one that rivals every smile I've ever seen him give my mother.

"Doesn't make it any easier," I mumble, glancing down at where his fingers are still toying with my skirt.

"I know..." He reaches out and touches my hand, and my skin tingles. "Come here."

Even though I can hear that the bath water has only just started running from below, I comply all the same. I scramble off the couch and return on his lap, straddling him and nesting my fingers through his hair while I lean in to kiss him.

He welcomes me with open arms and an open mouth. The moment our tongues brush, I sigh and melt into him, needing desperately to be as close as possible. Our kisses then are languid and wet, and soft. We don't want to get carried away in case we need to be alert and jump apart, so it's best to keep our bodies controlled.

But as I'm learning, around Spencer, controlling myself is painstakingly difficult.

A whine escapes me when his right hand slips under my skirt and rests along the inside of my thigh, and I shift, silently begging him to give me more.

"So impatient..." he mumbles over my mouth.

I pull away and slide my hands down over his neck and shoulders, my hips rolling forward as I pout. "I haven't had you all week. I'm lonely..."

It's true.

Once all my STD tests came back clean and I got my birth control figured out and solid, the first thing he did was tell my mom he wasn't feeling well and texted me the address to his apartment. And after I told her I was meeting up with a friend, I drove over there and got my brains completely fucked out. We spent all day under the sheets, on the couch, over the kitchen counter, and then on the floor, until I had to go home and pretend like it never happened.

Since then we'd only slept together once, and that was just over a week ago, quickly while Mom ran to the store for an onion of all things. And then Spencer had been busy with consulting on new cases that his old job wanted a little help with, and once he had free time, Mom insisted they go on a date weekend.

I pout harder, stomach churning at the memory of the look he gave me before they left—a silent, sweet goodbye that had left me empty and wanting.

But he's just amused.

A smirk ghosts over his lips, red and a little puffy from the pressure of my own against them. "So I definitely can't trust you to be quiet enough to fuck you properly..."

That warrants another whine and another roll of my hips, and I can feel his hand gripping my thigh a little tighter.

"Please... Spencer, I need you..."

His name rolling off my tongue must be what makes him give into me, because I barely have time to react before he's kissing me again, using both of his hands to lift the back of my skirt up and knead my ass.

"Wait... Are you wearing..."

I grin over his lips, wiggling my ass into his touch and utterly turned on by the fact that he knows what underwear I'm wearing just by touch.

"Mhmm," I answer, nipping his bottom lip. "Your favorite..."

The sound that rumbles in his chest as he crashes his body against mine has to be the sexiest thing I've ever heard. He's obviously trying not to be loud, but it's hard, and that makes the sound strained. He really wants this, wants to keep me, and to do that he has to refrain from going absolutely primal right now. He has to do anything to keep this quiet.

So he pushes me off of him, and I pout, thinking he's given up until we can get a true moment alone.

But I know that isn't the case when he spins his finger and then starts undoing his pants.

"Turn around, sweetheart," he huffs, slipping his pants and underwear down just enough that his erection emerges free. "You're gonna sit here, keep quiet, and keep my cock nice and warm, understood?"

Don't have to tell me twice... I'll fucking take what I can get.

So I spin, back up, and move all my clothing to the side, my skirt lifting as I nestle into Spencer's lap and hold my panties to the side. He laughs at my eagerness, though he isn't laughing much longer once I sink down onto him and get in real close. His hands come out to grab my chest and pull me flush against his own.

The way he stretches and fills me has my eyes rolling back, a long, happy sigh falling from my lips. I wish I could say I'm being dramatic about it, but I'm really not.

I'm genuinely relieved and satisfied with the burn.

"There's my girl," Spencer muses through a sigh of his own, his breath fanning gently over my neck right before he gives it an open-mouthed kiss.

His hands slip under the baggy sweater I'm wearing and run along the planes of my stomach, then up and up, taking the fabric with him until it rests above my bare chest. Being exposed like this, right in the middle of the living room while my mom is just upstairs, excites me more than I think it should.

While Spencer kisses and licks at my neck, his hands now gently kneading my breasts, I squirm.

He doesn't like that very much.

"Ah-ah," he warns, squeezing me tight and pulling me into him more. "Relax..."

He hooks his legs around mine then, spreading them apart and somehow filling me deeper. I whine, leaning my head back onto his shoulder and trying not to roll my hips.

Instead, I settle for clenching myself around him, and that seems to be the right move.

"Atta girl... Lay back and relax... Just feel me filling you up nice and slow..."

"Mmmm," I respond in kind as his hands loosen and glide down my body.

He's light with his touch, though the kisses on my neck feel hungry, and his cock feels heavy and thick inside me. It's a beautiful contrast, really, making me feel so full and yet so light, like I'm a raincloud.

Soon his fingers dip under my skirt and cover my hand, which is working at keeping my panties off to the side. He traces the curves of my fingers with his own, mumbling praises and scattering kisses along the side of my neck. And I'm distracted enough that I almost don't feel his other hand make gentle contact with my clit until I gasp from the sharp sensation.

I can feel his smile against my skin as he starts rubbing in slow, precise circles.

"That feel good, princess?"

"Uh huh," I breathe out, trying to keep still. My other hand digs into my knee in hopes that I can stay grounded and focused on keeping still. But despite that, I'm feeling rather calm. Satisfied...

Right where he wants me.

"Mmm..." He hums happily into my skin, continuing to kiss my neck while working my clit.

And I have no idea how long we lay there. It feels like it could be hours.

The TV is on, but we're not paying any attention to it. In the back of my mind I know that Mom could be done with her bath at any minute, but it's been too long without Spencer inside me... And even though he's not actually fucking me, just having him this close and feeling him touch me, fill me, breathe me in...

God, I never want it to stop.

I'm almost on the verge of coming, but he removes his hand from me and slides them up my stomach again.

I whine at the loss of orgasm, but he pays it no mind. "Here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna start moving..."

I start to get excited, wiggling in his lap a little.

With a dark laugh, he brings his hands to my breasts, kneading them gently and nipping my earlobe. Getting my attention...

"But you're not gonna stop until I fill that slutty little cunt with my cum, got it? I don't care if you come more than once. I don't care if you come at all... I don't care if your mom comes down here and sees..."

I swear I almost come on the spot from his words alone.

And then his voice is somehow even darker, seeping through my skin and settling into the very deepest parts of me.

"You will not stop until you make me come, am I clear?"

I wouldn't deny him if I could. I'm so damn whipped by this man, so eager to please and be near him that he could ask me to do any fucking thing on the planet and I would.

My rational brain might have second-guessed that feeling if it hadn't been horny as fuck...

And so I get to it, maneuvering my hips and working Spencer's cock like my life depends on it. And honestly, it kind of does, because if my mother comes down and catches us I'm dead.

Despite the urgency, though, I relish every second of it. I try to remember every sensation vividly because I don't know when I'll get to feel it again. So every time I sit back down on his dick, I clench it on the way up, because I know that drives him wild and it also means I get to feel him grab me tighter.

I can't see him, not even really when I turn my head, but I can picture how he's probably biting his lip, trying not to be loud. His eyes are probably shooting daggers at the ceiling, praying to the heavens above that my mom won't come down.

But it looks like the heavens above have decided to damn us to hell.

That unmistakable sound of the drain in the tub rumbles through the ceiling and down the inside of the walls as the water travels through the pipes, and my heartbeat races faster than it ever has.

Spencer tugs my hair then, pulling my head to meet his shoulder once more. "You better hurry, little girl..."

That's when I finally come. My cunt throbs and shakes around him as I bounce as quietly as I can. His grip in my hair is tighter, urging me to keep going, and the sharp sensation seems to extend my orgasm a little.

I whimper and whine as I feel it, and that seems to be what does him in.

"Fuck, Y/N, that's it... That's my girl..."

Four more bounces from me is all it takes, and then he's holding my hips in place. He grunts as quietly as possible into my shoulder and fucks into me slowly, filling me to the brim with his cum and breathing harshly into my skin.

I can hear Mom walking around upstairs, most likely getting dressed, which means she'll be down any minute...

"Time to get up, princess," Spencer whispers a moment later, letting go of my hips.

I turn my head into his neck, whining. "I don'wanna..."

"I know, I know... But you have to."

I know he's right. But I can't just get up and lose him so quickly. I want to hold on for as long as possible.

So I tilt my head up and bring his lips to mine. Thankfully he doesn't reject me, instead returning my affections and sighing into my mouth. He's still sheathed inside me, and I can feel his cum very slowly starting to drip down.

I have to get up now...

My mouth reluctantly parts from his and pouts. I expect him to return it with a sad smile, but his lips are rather mischievous.

He smirks, lifting me off of him and quickly pulling my panties back in place. His cum instantly soaks into the thin, lavender fabric, and it only reminds me of his absence.

But then Spencer spins me around on the heels of my feet and presses his hand firmly to my clothed, sopping wet cunt under my skirt, rubbing it in and making me whimper out at the overstimulation.

"I missed you," he whispers sincerely. Sweetly...

I can't help but smile as I lean down to kiss him one more time.

"I missed you, too."

JULY 23rd

I've been looking forward to this weekend since Mom brought it up after her bath—A call from work. A weekend business trip across the country.

She would be gone for almost a whole week.

Spencer's already started on his coursework for the next school year so he'll be busy most days, but at night? That's when he's all mine.

The only hard part about this, really, is containing my excitement. Just yesterday Spencer got me alone and warned me that I better keep my cool and be patient. Though, the way he said it was hardly a bad thing considering it gave me an excuse to feel his hands on me, even in the laundry room where, more or less, this had all started.

Even now I can still feel their warmth and their heft as they grope and paw at my breasts while he attacks my neck with sloppy kisses.

But right now he's not here, and as much as I can't wait to spend the week with him, my mom is also going to be gone for that long.

Just because I'm fucking her boyfriend on a regular basis doesn't mean I don't still love her.

Though, the thought of it all makes me a little uneasy—I don't know what the future holds. I know Spencer obviously cares about my mom, but if it really gets to a point where they've been together long enough, would he ever marry her?

And then what?

It's one thing for him to be my mom's boyfriend, who doesn't live here and only stays when he can... But it's a whole other one to be my stepfather. And what if my mom wants to have another kid?

No.

I'm not even going to think about it... If it ever gets to that point, then we'll deal with it, but right now I've only known Spencer for nearly 2 months, and it's way too soon to be thinking about any of that right now.

"You gonna be alright without me for a week?"

I curl into Mom's side, laughing and thankful for her distraction. "I spend almost a whole year away at college without you, I think I can survive five days."

"Ugh, don't remind me. I wish you could just stay here with me forever."

"Ha, no you don't. I'm a menace."

"Only when you eat all my food and then complain that you're starving..."

My eyes roll affectionately. "Mom. That was one time, and I was fifteen and dramatic."

She kisses the top of my head and then rests her chin on it. "Then my point stands... You were only a menace when you were fifteen. Now you're an angel."

I can tell she's sincere, and when I tell her Thank you, it feels incredibly deceitful—Especially when she starts humming my favorite song and brushing through my hair with her fingers, just like she used to do to get me to sleep as a kid. The foggy feeling it sends through my bloodstream reminds me that I'm definitely not the same person I was back then.

Although, it is true that some things never change, and within minutes I'm soundly asleep in my mother's arms.

———

When Spencer and I are sending her off at the airport the next morning, my heart thrums wildly in my chest.

"You have Spencer's number in case of an emergency?" she asks me in a haste.

"Yes, Mom. For the thousandth time, I have his number, and I have Grandma's number, and I have just about every other number you've ever given me for emergency contacts."

She gives me The Look.

"Yes, I have it. And I'll be okay. I love you."

"Oh, I love you, too," she says, pulling me in for one last breath-reducing hug, though, that's not truly what knocks the breath from my lungs.

She goes to Spencer next, reaching up to give him a goodbye kiss. I'm expecting it. I'm okay with it.

But this is unlike any other kiss I've seen them share, and it admittedly makes me jealous.

Spencer almost has her off the ground, pressing her close to him and kissing her deeply. Her hands weave through his hair as he tilts his head, and this time I can see his tongue slip into her mouth.

"O—kaaay, my eyes are burning... Thank you for that..."

I know I can get away with that because it's a completely normal reaction to seeing your mother make out with anyone, so I don't feel bad about it one bit. And I especially don't feel bad about the warning look he gives me over my mom's shoulder when she comes to give me another hug.

But then she's gone, and minutes later we're leaving the airport parking lot, and I can't seem to shake my jealousy. Even when his hand rests politely on my knee.

The whole way home I only barely acknowledge his presence, giving him half-hearted smiles and remaining mostly still when he glides his hand higher up my leg. By the time his fingers slip under the hem of my skirt, I think he knows something is up, because it stops there.

He waits until we get in the house to bring it up.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

I plop myself down on the couch with an overexaggerated sigh. "Kinda..."

I know Spencer used to be a profiler, and really, it's not that hard to figure out what's wrong with me. But it's still a little scary how easily he just knows.

"You know I had to," he says, walking over and standing in front of me. "Keeping up appearances and whatnot."

He's right. And it's a consequence of what we've decided to do, so really I'm in no place to complain.

Still, I reach out and pull him in by the belt loops, leaning my face in rather close to his crotch. "You know... Actually, I think you just like making me jealous..."

The smile that dances over his lips is amused and downright sinful. "Oh?"

"Mhmm," I drawl, sliding my hands to the front of his pants and rubbing him through the fabric.

He laughs. "Yeah, you are pretty cute when you're all huffy."

With big eyes and a fluttering in my stomach at the way he looks down at me, I feel that pressing of jealousy start to lift off my chest. I know that within an hour he'll have me pinned under his body somehow, and the thought allows my response to come out clearly and without question.

"So how are you gonna make it up to me?"

———

We're already out of our clothes by the time we make it upstairs. And when we finally get into my bedroom, I'm about to shut the door and then Spencer stops me.

"No one's home, sweetheart... Leave it open."

He takes two steps and has me in his arms, his hands sliding down my back and resting over my ass. And when he gives it a squeeze, he grins down at me. "You're gonna be loud for me, understand?"

"Hey, that's on you," I tease, wiggling against him. "You want me loud? Make me loud."

His grip on my ass gets tighter as he pulls me closer, and I yelp out. "Don't challenge me, little girl... You'll regret it."

I laugh then, calling back to his earlier statement. "Aw... You're pretty cute when you're all huffy..."

"Alright, fine."

The next thing I know, I'm on my knees, and his hands are rooting in my hair. The rough carpet underneath me already burns, but I know in the end it's gonna be so worth it.

Spencer brings me close to his exposed crotch and tilts my head up to look at him. "I'm gonna fuck that attitude right out of your pretty little mouth, got it? And you're not gonna do a damn thing but take it like a good girl."

I would have asked him if that was a threat or a promise if he hadn't immediately shoved his dick in my mouth. It has me wet in an instant, the way he just pulls me onto him and starts fucking my face with an urgency that seems to contradict all the time we have. He needs me now, with no time for teasing or pleasantries, and I fucking love it.

Which is why I do as I'm told, enjoying every second as he holds my head still and snaps his hips forward, his velvety smooth cock gliding over my tongue and down my throat with ease. It doesn't take long for my eyes to water, my vision going blurry and my body growing hot. My face is angled straight ahead, but I still find a way to look up at him, and from this low angle?

It's the best thing I've ever seen.

No matter how many times I've been on my knees like this, staring up at Spencer as he loses himself at my hands (or rather my mouth, if you want to get technical), I swear I could never tire of it.

His eyes are glaring down at me as he concentrates, his arms are out in front of me as they hold my head in place, and his pubic bone and sculpted hips are right there, moving ferociously in front of my eyes. He's so deep in my throat for a few seconds, holding me down while I gag around him, that my nose is buried in the soft trail of hair that gathers on his skin, and I want to stay there forever.

But my gag reflex isn't much durable for more than fifteen seconds, much less forever, so I have to pull back.

Spencer pulls me off of him completely, a trail of spit following my lips and then detaching until it lands along my chin. I blink away some of the tears that had gathered in my eyes and pout up at him.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"You're supposed to be making it up to me..." My voice is scratchy and a little hoarse now, but I know it'll probably be worse if Spencer really thinks he can make me as loud as he says (which I truly don't doubt for a second).

He tugs me up by the hair, and I whine as I get to my feet, my knees aching already. And then his mouth is on my cheek, gently kissing away a tear. "Aw, I thought you liked having my dick in your mouth..."

"I do..."I giggled a little, nestling into his body and feeling his erection, now slick with my saliva, press up against the inside of my thigh. "But I like it better in other places..."

"Mmm, you're right... I do, too..."

I certainly hadn't been expecting that answer.

But it doesn't surprise me when he walks us over to the foot of my bed and pushes me onto it. "Hands and knees, princess."

My knees still burn from the carpet, and I'm sure this squeaky-ass mattress won't alleviate the pain at all, but if there's one thing I've learned since having sex with Spencer it's that pain is all part of the pleasure.

So I don't question it. My limbs submit to his simple command, and once I turn away from him and perch myself on my hands and knees, I can feel him climbing on the bed and crawling up the backside of my body. His hands roam my ass and my waist, and within seconds he has his cock nestled against me.

He moves nice and slow at first, dragging the length of him through my slick cunt and ghosting the skin of my backside with his hands.

"Remember... Nice and loud, okay? Wanna hear how good I make you feel."

Like I could ever deny him. Even though I like to tease him and push his buttons, I couldn't think of a single thing in the moment that I'd ever deny him.

So he finally pushes into me, stretching me out well and good, and a low groan slowly rolls off my tongue like a waterfall. And I'm not doing it for his sake; It's like he draws it out of me like a syringe, and I'm utterly powerless against it... Against him.

Like I need a metaphor to explain how I'm well and truly his bitch...

"There she is..." Spencer breathes, reaching the very deepest part of me and staying there. "There's my obedient little girl... Tell me what you want."

I turn my head to get as good of a look at him as I can, and give him the pout to end all pouts. "I want you to fuck me, hard... Please?"

His answer is a gentle push forward, his body leaning over mine to take my hands and pin them behind my back, which pulls me up towards him so that my back is nearly flush with his chest. His hands are so big that one of them is able to hold both of my wrists while the other gathers my hair and tugs.

I feel like I'm being held by a bungee cord, especially when Spencer starts snapping his hips and pounding into me roughly. My knees are pushing into the springs of the mattress and lifting again with each thrust, and I can't help the stream of whimpers and shouts that escape me at the whole experience.

He lets go of my hair in favor of reaching around and palming my left tit, his pace never faltering for a second. Everything he's doing is precise and swift and so fucking good that my eyes can hardly stay open.

"I'm hearing you, pretty girl, but I don't think you're quite loud enough..." he grumbles in my ear, letting go of me and gently pushing me back down on the bed. He slips out of me and I whine at the loss, but I don't have to worry about it much longer when I feel him lay down over top of me and slam into me hard.

I yelp out, my hands reaching out and clutching the comforter for dear life. Spencer's hands, meanwhile, push up off the mattress on either side of my hips to lift himself up, and then he's grabbing my waist and pushing me into it while he fucks me.

When I instinctively shove my face down and try to muffle myself, though, one of his hands leaves my waist and comes up to tug my hair, pulling my head up. His hips pause, pressed deep into my backside, and I can feel how he's struggling to keep still.

"Uh-uh... No one's home, princess... Let it all out..."

He pulls back and plows into me again, and this time his pace is frustratingly slow. With each slam forward my voice grows louder, begging him for more with incoherence until I start to feel myself grow tense with pleasure.

"You're almost there, baby, I can feel it," Spencer breathes. His voice is far away, and I wish he was closer, his breath on my neck and his lips not far behind. But for now I gladly settle for his hands, tight and bruising on my hips, and the force of his pelvis as it collides brutally and wonderfully with my ass.

What finally brings me sweet release is the sound of him grunting out one word. A command. And once again it's like I'm powerless under his spell.

"Come."

I do, and he fucks me thoroughly through each wave. Even once I've finished, he chases his own orgasm for minutes.

By the sounds he's making and the way his hips falter here and there, I can tell he's close, but he wants to make it last. I want to tell him that we have all weekend, to maybe tease him a bit, but I'm so fucked out and incoherent that I couldn't have said a single word if I tried.

So I lay there and take it with a weary smile on my face, ever the whiny, whimpering mess that I am, and patiently wait for the moment he decides to let go.

And when he does, it's the most glorious feeling in the world. I'm tired, yes, but never tired enough to lift myself and wiggle my ass back into him, clenching myself around him and relishing in the way he grunts out my name. He empties himself into me, and I hum, positively satisfied and warm.

Before I know it, I'm sinking down within the comfort of my blankets, and I rest my head in my arms, the pillow still a little too far out of reach. And though I'm content, I still whine out sadly when Spencer retreats and leaves me feeling empty.

I'm about to tell him to get over here and cuddle me when I feel his weight redistribute, and it isn't long before he has his head between my legs, his tongue acting as a net for the cum that drips out of me. He barely touches me, only the tiniest of flicks with the tip of his tongue darting over my skin. I can't tell if I'm thankful because of the relief or if I want the burn to go on forever.

In the end, I don't really have a choice.

He pushes his tongue up, sweeping over my dripping cunt and cleaning me up. Suddenly his mouth is everywhere, making the most delicious sounds and bringing me closer to another orgasm, and all I can do is let it happen. My weary smile is joined by a fluttering pair of eyelids and a string of whimpers that are so small they don't dare drown out the words Spencer is grumbling between my legs.

Some of which, I can hear, sound out, "Another one..."

His finger adds to the mix, coming up and rubbing my clit in tight circles as he finishes cleaning up the mess he made, and within seconds I'm a writhing mess at his undoing.

I'm not sure how long it lasts, only that one second I'm tensing with another orgasm and the next I'm having my limbs moved.

Spencer is beside me in an instant, his face coming into view as I feel my breathing slow to a steadier pace. The longer I wait, the more focused I am on his features, soft and even a little concerned as he strokes some of the hair from my face.

"How are you feeling?"

The smile that beams across my face is just about the most natural thing I'd ever felt. And it seems to bring out those bright glints of adoration in his eyes that only ever serve to make my heart flutter, which makes what I tell him even more true.

"I'm happy."

JULY 27th

Waking up to Spencer next to me, while a daily occurrence these past few days, is still possibly the most surprising and comforting feeling in the world.

Our bodies never part. From the moment we lay down to sleep until the moment we wake up and decide it's time to start doing necessary daily things, not one inch of skin is untouched. Even when showering.

I think back to yesterday morning, where he dragged me out of bed because he had to pee and didn't want to leave me. I was slumped over the backside of his body while he went and then in his arms again while he ran us a shower to wake up.

It brings the widest smile to my face, however sleepy it may also be.

"What are you smiling for?"

I squint one eye open and see that Spencer is staring at me. I hadn't expected him to be awake.

"Just thinking about yesterday..."

He tightens his grip on my waist and pulls me even closer, my face instantly drawn to the crook of his neck. "Mmm," he hums as I nestle in and press a sleepy kiss to the bare skin at the column of his throat. "Which part?"

"Our shower."

I feel his thumb then, rubbing back and forth over my hip as clearly as I can feel him smile against the top of my head. "That was fun, wasn't it..."

"Mhmm," I agree. My lightly tongue traces over his collarbone before I kiss it again. "Our shower is much better equipped for sex than yours."

"So... What you're saying is that shower sex is out of the question this morning?" he confirms with a laugh.

"That's exactly what I'm saying..."

"Well then, princess, what uhh... What alternatives do you think we should try out?"

I start to laugh when he pulls my leg up over his waist and hoists me over on top of him. My face remains buried into his neck, though I trail my lips up and up until I reach his jaw.

"Hmm... What if I just ride you and see where it takes us?"

When my lips finally reach his cheek, Spencer shifts and captures them in a long, butterfly-inducing kiss before pulling away with a smile and brushing the hair from my face. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea."

It helps that I can already feel him hardening beneath me, and from the moment I felt his hands on me, I'd been aroused.

Though, as soon as I line him up and get ready to start our morning the right way, his phone rings on the bedside table. I'm tempted to keep going, but he half pushes me off of him when he reaches and reads the name.

"It's your mom."

That instantly kills my mood.

With a dramatic sigh and a pout, I hop off of him and curl up under the covers, letting him answer.

"Good morning," he chirps rather happily, and I try not to imagine my moms smile on the other end of the line. Thankfully I can't hear her, but I can still see Spencer smiling as he greets her and goes through all the pleasantries that come with a long distance relationship; I miss yous and how are yous...

I wonder if he really does miss her. He must, at least a little, right?

I'm staring straight ahead now, picking at my nails while I wait for them to finish talking, but something feels off.

I can feel Spencer's eyes on me.

But then he asks, "What are you wearing?" through the phone with a voice so playful and seductive, and I snap my head around, glaring at him.

"Really?" I mouth.

The smirk on his face makes me want to chuck his phone across the room.

"Mmm," he hums, looking me dead in the eye. And the next time he speaks, I swear he's talking directly to me. "Why don't you take it off... I want to talk you through some things..."

I know my mom is hearing the roughness in his voice through the phone, but right now I can see his eyes, hungry as they rake over my body once I slowly peel the blanket away and reveal myself to him, and I know that his main goal isn't to get my mom off.

It's to finish what we started before she'd interrupted.

"Touch yourself for me, baby? Nice and slow. Just relax..."

He softly crawls over to me, keeping the phone to his ear with one hand while the other takes my knees and spreads them apart.

I start to touch myself as instructed, but he swats my hand away and winks, nestling between my legs. I lean up on my elbows and tilt my head, wondering where he's going with this, when he leans his other cheek into my thigh.

"You know what I'd do to you right now If I was there?" A small pause. And then, "I'd use my fingers to slowly stretch you open... Feel you contract around me..."

His fingers do exactly like he says, and I have to stop myself from making any sound. The evil grin growing on his face as he does it all makes it even harder.

"I'd finger-fuck you nice and slow," he continues in a voice just above a whisper. "Until you're begging me for more."

When his eyes meet mine, once more I want to lean forward, snatch his phone, and smash it on the floor. I want him to utterly devour me, without any interruptions or avoidances at getting caught.

But he's such a fucking tease.

Mom must be talking on the other end, because Spencer is silent, slowly fucking me with his fingers and watching them intently as they disappear inside me. Entranced... The thought of her speaking to him and holding his attention makes me jealous— Sure, he's fucking me right now, but really, she's the one calling the shots.

I lean my head back in frustration, letting out the tiniest of whines and grinding my hips up into his hand, hoping and pleading for more.

A low laugh leaves him. "Please, what?"

It's not lost on me that my mom must have asked for more from him at the same time I did... It cements just how absolutely fucked this whole situation is, and yet I can't help but clench around his fingers in earnest, silently pleading with him to go on.

He removes his fingers from me and I sigh out, trying not to disrupt their call.

"And... How would you like me to fuck you?" he asks, looking at me with an evil grin and knowing damn well I can't actually answer.

After he gets her answer, he climbs up on his knees and spreads my legs further, throwing one of them up on his shoulder while he leaves the other on the bed. Since he only has one hand to work with, he gestures to it and I help him out, lifting my other leg up to my chest and holding it with one arm to let him get inside at a good angle.

"Yeah, and how do you want it, baby?" He lines himself up with me and very slowly sinks the head of his cock in, holding it and running his hand along my stomach. "I'm thinking... I'd like to fuck you so slow you're practically writhing beneath me..."

I stick my tongue out at him, and then without warning he slams into me. I bring a hand to my mouth and bite down on my finger, trying not to make a sound.

"You're gonna be patient... And you're gonna let me take my time... Until you're nice and desperate... Whining out for me like a good little whore..."

Each sentence is punctuated with another thrust, hard and deep, followed by a short pause, and it's all I can do not to cry out his name and beg him to go faster.

Mom must be talking on the line again, because Spencer doesn't say a word as he fucks me. His pace doesn't pick up or slow, and his own self control starts to recede—I can see it in his features. I can also feel it in the way his free hand grips my leg. He wants to go faster, he wants to lose control, and this is killing him just as much as it's killing me.

But then he pants into the phone, his voice breaking a little as he pauses and rolls his hips into me, slow and burning. I whine into my hand as quietly as possible, and he asks the question that will seal my fate.

"Where do you want it?"

I wait, clenching around him and praying for the result I want.

And then he laughs. "Yeah? You like when I paint you with my cum, huh?"

I shake my head, silently begging him to resist and stay inside me, but he only shrugs as if to say, Sorry about your luck, and then pulls out, leaving me whiny and desperate.

Just like he said.

And then, he comes all over me, stroking himself fast and hard. Even though I've still yet to feel any sort of relief, seeing him in front of me like this, feeling his warmth dance across my skin in warm spurts, and hearing him groan out as he watches my body gladly accept it all...

It's quite honestly the most satisfying thing I've ever seen.

I can't say I'm not happy, though, when he slumps down and pants, sighing out a few goodbyes to my mom and then tossing his phone on the floor when she hangs up.

He smiles at me then, and I pout.

"You're evil..."

"Mmm, you love it," he drawls, leaning down and starting to dart his tongue over the mess he made on my stomach. Meanwhile his finger finds its way inside me again, and I feel myself start to turn into a writhing mess once more.

And he's right.

I do love it.

JULY 29th

Approaching the front door with Mom in step behind me, knowing that Spencer awaits for her on the other side isn't what makes my heart jump out of my chest.

It's the look on both of their faces when they see each other.

Though I push Mom forward to go see him, it nearly breaks me seeing her run into his arms. He picks her up and spins her around, reminiscent of their little moment at the airport, and the pure happiness on her face specifically makes my stomach twist.

This time it isn't jealousy.

It's guilt.

She's... incredibly happy. I don't think I've ever seen her this happy before. She's positively beaming as she hugs him tight and buries her face into his chest.

And when he looks past her head and looks over at me, I feel it.

The heartache.

Spencer's eyes burn holes into my own, and fill them with a sympathy that makes me feel more wounded than comforted.

I wonder then if he can see it on my face; The way I'm trying not to break down and cry... The way I'm only holding myself together by the weak smile I'm wearing, both to assure him that I'm fine and also to feign happiness for my mother, rather than the aching envy and sadness that festers within every crevice of my soul.

I offer to grab more of Mom's things from the car and dart right back out the door to avoid them for a little while. Maybe to also get some fresh air, even though I'd just been outside less than a minute ago.

After flinging open the trunk of the car, I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut, feeling my chest start to tighten at the realization that I might be starting to fall in love with him.

A man who isn't mine, and who could never be.

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greenlotusleaf · 3 years

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Do you remember? It was half a year ago today that you picked me up at that bar, and we went back to your place and had sex on the couch. Remember that first time? When the fucking was so searing hot that the combined force of our mutual lust just kind of... broke reality a little bit? Remember how we both knocked each other up?

God, I still get so turned on just thinking about it.

You were already so luscious to begin with, smiling at me that night, drawing attention to your low-cut dress, but now? Pregnancy weight has hit you so hard, babe, and I’m so, so into it. I love the way you’ve plumped up all over, the way all your clothes are snug and show off your extra curves. I love how extra plush your thighs have gotten, and how soft and squeezable all that new ass is. I love how bloated and heavy your tits have gotten-- from big to... omfg immense-- and I can’t wait to taste your milk when it comes in. I guess I wanted this for you, right from the first time I saw you. I wanted to watch you swell up, full of my seed, and watch you get bigger and bigger. Fuller and rounder every time we fuck. And I wanted it so much that I got my wish, and here you are, larger than life.

Did you want it for me, too? I used to be so proud of my slim figure, but did you... when you saw me across the bar, did you want more? I never expected to be pregnant-- never crossed my mind for a moment-- but did it cross yours?

I know how much you’re into it. I know because of how much you caress my belly. Because of how ravenous you became when I whispered in your ear, telling you I was too big to wear pants anymore. Because of how you pounced on me when we got home from the ultrasound, the day we learned I’m carrying your twins, babe. You love seeing my huge belly get bigger day by day, watching my hips spread because of what you’ve done to me, my ass plump out to match. You love the way I waddle now, instead of walk, and the way I need help getting up from the couch. I was so lithe and strong, but your twins are so heavy, and they’re taking such a toll on my body, but... I think you’re into that, aren’t you?

Are you a little jealous of how much bigger my belly is than yours? It’s okay if you are. I’m jealous of your figure, too. I never had boobs to speak of before, and there’s no chance mine will catch up with yours, even though we’ve both got three more months of growing to do. The truth is, we’re both knockouts lately, and it’s only going to get worse-- our inability to keep our hands off each other, I mean. I’ve had so much fun, and been so turned on, watching you grow and swell during the first two trimesters, and I can’t wait to see how the third one treats us both.

So get ready, babe. It’s our half-anniversary, and as soon as you get home, I’m going to kiss you up against a wall... peel you out of that sweater... press my cute little tits up to your magnificent ones... and we’ll see where the night takes us. I want you to kiss your way all the way down this huge, heavy belly you’ve given me with your lust. We’re going to fuck, babe, hotter than the night we met, and see if we can break reality a little more.

Can your dirty mind imagine me bigger? Can you do me so hot you turn my twins into triplets for you? You want to banish the memory of my athletic former figure even more, make my butt even wider, make me overflow my bra for you? Make me too big to touch myself without your kind assistance? Fair warning: I can *definitely* imagine *you* bigger, and I’m going to try to fuck a lot of extra softness onto your goddess figure, all over. I’m going to try to blow those pretty pregnant tits up bigger than your head, babe, bring your milk in full force, make sure you’re not fitting into any pants any time soon either.

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kissbentennyson · 3 years

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I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!

*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.

Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.

Spill

He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration… But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.

He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”

“What?”

Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”

You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”

“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”

The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.

You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.

You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.

When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.

He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.

Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.

Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.

“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”

You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”

It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.

“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.

You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.

It was a game day.

Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.

Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.

Almost.

He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.

His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”

“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.

“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”

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vicious-vixxxen · 3 years

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SugarDaddy!Enji X SugarBaby!Male Reader <3

Not entirely sure where this came from, but couldn’t help myself once it started :3 nothing crazy, and kinda short, so apologies for that, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Prompt fills should be out later this month: In the midst of a move, so slow going getting fills, out, but hopefully soon <3 thanks for the patience, and the continued support. Much love to you guys! Enjoy :3 Sugar Daddy!Enji x Sugar Baby!Male Reader

(Sort of, kind of, it is but also not entirely the focus)

“What would you do without me, dad,” Fuyumi sighed, though her smile was palpable, even if Enji couldn’t see it- as she’d stepped behind him to lint roll his dinner jacket. Enji adjusting his watch, and catching the time, puffing his chest up a bit as he shooed his daughter back, and glanced at himself in the full length mirror once more, briefly. Enji would lie down and accept the sweet, bitter kiss from the grim reaper, before he ever told his daughter just where he’d found his date from. But, and as hard as it was to so much as admit it, Enji did know when to wave the white flag of defeat, and after three hours of trying to pick his own outfit, he’d shuffled off to her room and mumbled the bare minimum about having a date from an app tonight. Fuyumi had freaked out for all of ten minutes, before growing startlingly serious, and rifling through his closet for articles of clothing Enji had no idea were even there. And now...well, he looked more presentable than he had in ages. Granted, his wardrobe consisted of his hero suit ninety nine percent of the time, but still. Bidding Fuyumi goodbye was a whole other ordeal, but soon enough, Enji found himself- or rather, his driver, pulling up along the curb of the restaurant he’d asked you to. Not even a moment to gather himself, or suck in a few lungful's of crisp evening air, before his eyes landed on you. Your dazzling smile so bright, Enji had to keep himself from squinting, as you hurried over, and without so much as a hello first, threw your arms over the hero’s broad shoulders, and brought him down into a tight, warm hug. Enji squeezed back awkwardly, though your cologne was mouthwatering, and the feel of someone wanting to be in his arms almost made the older man dizzy, as he pulled back, and smoothed out the front of his jacket. Just to busy his hands, as you eyed him up, and your smile grew softer. More intimate. “It’s so nice to meet, finally. In person.” You laughed, gesturing for Enji to follow you to the front door, as there was already a man waiting to escort you back to your table. Well, Enji thought. Here goes nothing.

“You’re nervous,” you pointed out quietly- gently, reaching across the table to lay one of your hands over Enji’s much larger one: meeting the older man's gaze as he stopped jiggling his leg, and focused his full attention on you. “Observant,” Enji huffed, though not unkindly, as he took a deep breath, and reached up with his free hand to tug at the neck of his sweater. Cheeks flush, both from the heat within himself, and his nerves. You were much more...handsome? Pretty? Drop dead gorgeous?- than your profile pictures had given you credit for, and even then you were one of the most beautiful specimens he’d ever laid his eyes on, so that was really saying something. “I try to be,” you laughed, bringing your other hand around to sip at your champagne, before laying your glass-chilled hand over the other covering Enji’s, to clasp them on either side- just holding his hand, and smiling. Awkwardness creeping back up Enji’s neck as his throat worked around the words he couldn’t quite find. “I could talk, if you’d like? And you can interject whenever you’d like. No pressure to, if you’re not ready. I could probably talk enough for the both of us.” You we’re trying to cut the man some slack, bless his big confused heart. Your online chats hadn’t divulged much, though you did get the gist from Enji. Bad relationship with his children. Not too close to anyone of his own age. He was lonely. And so were you. You were also broke as fuck, but all thoughts of monetary value flew out the window the second you hugged the man when you’d arrived. Seen the restaurant he’d asked you to; and the private balcony dinner he’d arranged. Enji was trying so hard, and it made your heart beat a little too fast. Your smile almost too bright. “That...would be preferable, thank you,” Enji replied gruffly- though he cleared his throat after like he’d done it by accident. It only made you smile wider “Of course. A very considerate daddy you are,” you teased, referencing the website you met on jokingly- or at least, half jokingly- though the way Enji’s blush deepened had you stuttering around your first few sentences- glancing down suddenly as Enji turned his hand palm upward- holding your hands in return, as you laughed, suddenly, and began speaking smoothly. Squeezing the man’s hands in silent thanks, as he listened intently to you rambling on about your life. Where you went to school, what instrument you played, your favorite movies, and books. He really /listened/, grunting every so often to show you he was- and even interjecting with questions every so often; Enji really wanted to know about you. He wanted to listen. You’d never quite had anyone like that before. Not even close friends who cared enough to really listen to you. Your chest felt tight suddenly as you began touching on your most recent life happenings. Pausing slowly, voice getting quiet as you held Enji’s gaze, you lifted the older man’s hand to press a kiss to his palm. Snickering into it as Enji’s flames burst across his face at the contact. “Ah-Ahem. What uh...what’s that for?” He questioned, voice husky as he turned away slightly. Embarrassed at his flames for the first time since he was a pre-teen. “Just thanks, for listening,” you admitted with a shrug, kissing his palm again, even softer this time. Enji turned then, pure honesty in his gaze as he gathered his courage to speak clearly, “I could listen to you speak...for hours, if I’m being honest. You have..a lovely voice.” “Ah,” You nodded, your cheeks just as flushed as the hero’s as you swirled your champagne in its glass gently. Missing completely the way Enji’s face fell, and he withdrew his hands from atop the table, and back into his lap. The rest of the night went pretty much the same, though you noticed Enji seemed slightly more reserved, and gruff than before. Still just as attentive, still nearly mute, just more...withdrawn. Less open then he’d become as you spoke. It wasn’t until the date had come to an end, and he was escorting you out of the restaurant, and to the car he’d called to take you home, did you realize why. “Here you go.” Enji spoke quietly, yet clearly, crowding you in slightly so the valet couldn’t see the wad of cash he was holding out to you. Crisp bills neatly folded into a money clip, engraved with Enji’s initials. “Oh.” You’d almost forgotten by this point that this was sort of part of it. Or...well, it was the whole point, really. Or had been. “That’s….quite a lot of money,” You thought aloud, frowning at the way Enji’s brows drew down tightly, and he thumped the money into your chest gently. “I apologize for the evening. Please, just take it. It’s triple the amount we originally spoke of. Compensation for the poor company I’ve been.” You froze, staring between Enji’s eyes, that wouldn’t meet your own, and the cash being held out to you, Enji’s grip so tight on it his knuckles were white. /Oh/. So that’s what he thought. Earlier in the evening, your reaction to his sincerity, he’d read into it wrong. ….Sweet old man. “Silly daddy,” You sighed, smiling despite the situation- reaching up to tug out one solitary bill from the stack, before pressing Enji’s fist back into his own chest with one hand- the other snaking up and around the man’s neck, to ease him down to your level gently. “I can’t say I’ve ever had a more wonderful time with anyone before in my whole life. You listened, and saw me. And only me. For hours. I don’t think I can properly describe how absolutely wonderful that was. Truly. Silly,” You laughed again, watching the way Enji’s shoulders hunched, and tensed, a myriad of emotions flitting across his face, before he settled on bewilderment it seemed. The tiniest flames danced across his cheeks as you leaned up on your toes, brushing noses briefly, before capturing Enji’s lips in a soft, chaste kiss. Hand carding up and into the soft hair at the nape of Enji’s neck, scraping your nails through his scalp gently as your lips began to move against one another. Unsure, and hesitant, before that quickly melted away, leaving only the deepest desire, and want. A soft, needy noise leaving your mouth, that Enji swallowed up happily. Panting into your face as he pulled away, breath a wash of champagne, and the chocolate cake you’d both had for dessert. “Tip...for your driver,” You breathed, slightly dazed as you fell back into the car, feet firmly on the ground now- tapping your pocket where you’d slid the bill from the stack he’d held out to you at first. “I...should get going. But if I don’t have a text from you with the details of our next date when I get home, i’ll be one very disappointed boy,” You admitted quietly, cupping Enji’s cheek briefly- thumb sliding across his plump bottom lip, before you opened the back door of the car, and slid in. Wishing Enji a goodnight, before the door was shut, and you were being driven off towards home. Enji checked the time briefly as you pulled away, and once more when he finally was able to get his legs working again- nearly an hour had passed, in which he’d tried and failed multiple times to collect himself. Had that really just happened? The feel of his lips twisting up into a smile felt strange, and foreign for the pro hero. And as he walked home, to allow himself a chance to breathe finally, he began to laugh. Cupping his own face, and touching his lips, an incredulous laugh bubbled from deep within him as he threw his head back and allowed it to overtake him. Smiling in a way he hadn’t in...so, so long. Pulling his phone out, he immediately began texting you, checking your schedule for the next night, before suggesting going to a play. A quiet, private balcony just for the two of you. Close seats. Beautiful music. He could watch your reactions under the bright stage lights. It sounded fantastic. A text from Fuyumi chimed into his phone as he was nearly home, and still smiling like a love struck teenager. So? How was it!?-FT Enji sighed heavily, catching himself in a nearby shop window- looking too happy to be real, and recalling your words from earlier. Wonderful.-ET It was wonderful, Fuyumi.-ET

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spoopylay · 3 years

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|wait what!| Bakugo x fem!plus size reader

Summary: Bakugo has had his eye on you since the 1st year. He wants now more than ever.

Includes: fingering, vaginal sex, hair pulling, a bit of degradation, protected sex

A/n: sorry if there are any mistakes. I didn’t really know what to put down because this is my first time writing smut, I’m still new to writing fanfics lol. Anyways, enjoy <3

It was a very hot day at UA high school and the third years have finished training for the day.

“Fuck, it’s so hot,” Bakugo complained.

“No shit Sherlock,” you said slapping the back of his head.

“YOU SHITHEAD! AT LEAST I STILL HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY LEFT TO BLOW YOUR ASS UP,” he said running after you.

“I’d like to see you try,” you said running back to the dorms while laughing.

You and Bakugo’s friendship was...interesting. You guys were always at each others necks, always trying to one up each other. Whether it was in training, on tests, or even seeing who get’s to school earlier, everything always had to turned into a competition. People are always confused on whether or not you two friends. It seems like you guys hate each other, but on the other hand don’t?

Your feelings for Bakugo all changed when he came back from a summer vacation trip with his parents in the second year. He got 10x hotter in such a short amount of time. You couldn’t stop blushing so much that you almost didn’t hangout with him that day. All the girls were fawning over him, but he never really cared. Fast forward a year later, and you still have a fat crush on him.

You got back to the dorm and immediately hit the shower. You got out, dried off and went to go change.

“Y/N!”

You turned around to see Mina standing there, eager to ask you a question.

“What are you doing tonight,” she asked.

“Nothing much, why?”

“Well I was thinking that you, me and the girls could all have a sleepover at Momo’s dorm.”

“That sounds fun. Let’s do it!”

“Yay! See you later bestie.”

“See ya!”

You went back to getting dressed and took off your towel.

Meanwhile in the boy’s locker room, Bakugo was still replaying the image in his head if you running. Those thighs, that ass, they were driving him crazy. He just so happened to have gotten hard after he thought about it so he had to quickly leave so he can take care of the issue.

See something that you didn’t know was that Bakugo has had a crush on you since the first year. When he saw you walk into the classroom for the first time, it was game over. Your uniform made your chest look bigger and outlined your thick waist very well. Not to mention that the thigh high socks made your thighs look softer because it kind of pinched your thighs at the top. He was in love, but couldn’t show it because he didn’t want to look weak.

Some time goes by and you and the other girls are in Momo’s dorm.

“So y/n. Have you been crushing on anyone lately, hmmm?” Mina said while painting your nails.

“Umm, not really,” you replied stuttering.

“You’re lying y/n! You usually stutter when you lie,” Momo said.

“Fine you caught me. It’s Bakugo.”

The room went silent, until all of a sudden a whole bunch a squeals filled up that room.

“OMG YOU TWO WOULD LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER,” said Uraraka.

“YOU GUYS ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER,” said Hagakure.

“Maybe you should go see if he’s busy right now so you can tell him,” Tsuyu suggested.

“I don’t even know if he likes me,” you said.

“C’mon let’s go,” Mina said pulling your arm.

“What where?”

“To Bakugos, duh.”

Before you could even say anything, you guys were already walking to his dorm and the other girls were following along.

“Guys I don’t think-,” before you could finish Mina knocked on the door for you.

“Y’all better have some beautiful babies in the future,” Mina said with a wink before sprinting off with the rest.

You were very nervous and before you even thought of leaving Bakugo opened the door.

“Yes dumbass,” he said.

“Uhh hey, just want to see if you were bored or something,”

“So you came all the way down to my dorm...to ask me that?”

“Yep. Pretty much.”

“Whatever. Come in.”

You went inside and turned around to see that he had already took his shirt off. His toned abs and pecs were about to make you lose your marbles.

“What? It’s hot in here,” he said with a smirk. He knew you were staring and he was enjoying teasing you without having to really do anything.

“Huh, what? Oh yeah it is heh.”

A couple of minutes go by and you two start talking and laughing. You get up to go get something and accidentally fall, landing on top a bakugo, inches away from kissing him.

You being stupid blurted out that you liked him and immediately regret it.

You got up but Bakugo pulled you back and kissed you hard. You guys continued to make out and next thing you know you were taking your sweater off.

“Y/n, you’re so hot,” he said taking off your shorts.

You were now in your bra and underwear and Bakugo couldn’t handle how sexy you looked and pushed you onto the mattress and got on top.

“Trust me baby, this will be the best night of your life,” he whispered in your ear.

He started kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving marks.

He then made his way down to your pussy and took off your underwear.

He gave you a kiss and started pushing his large, rough fingers into your tight hole so it could fit his large cock.

You moaned as you put your head back. You could feel yourself close to cumming, but that’s when Bakugo stopped.

“Sorry babe, but I want your first orgasm to be because of my dick,” he said pulling out his hard cock and slipping a condom on.

You looked at it for a second and told him that it won’t fit. But he chuckled and said, “I’ll make it fit.”

He then spread your thick thighs apart and put them around his waist. He then started thrusting into you as gentle as possible but even then it felt like he was mercilessly pounding into you. You couldn’t but loudly moan Bakugo’s name from all of the pleasure from his cock.

“That’s right. Am I making you feel good babe,” asked as he started rubbing your clit.

“Yes, yes you are,” you said moaning again.

You could feel yourself coming onto your high. You let out another moan as your back arched and you came onto his dick. But you weren’t done, you needed it again. Good thing Bakugo wasn’t done either.

He flipped you so your ass would be facing up and you face would be buried into his mattress.

He then started mercilessly fucking your poor, sensitive pussy until you couldn’t even think straight, all you could do was moan and shake your head.

He gave your full ass a hard smack that left a mark and you let out a loud moan and started gushing all over his dick.

“Who knew innocent y/n likes to be turned into a fucking whore,” he said continuing to pound into you.

“Do you like when I call you a whore y/n,” he said pulling your head up by your hair. You nodded.

“Good girl,” he said dropping your head back but still had his grip on the back of your head.

He continued until he finally came. He slipped off the condom, tied it, and threw it into the garbage can.

You collapsed onto your stomach because of how tired you were.

Bakugo gave you a bottle of water after you got cleaned up. You two agreed that you would sleep over at his dorm for the night.

“You know a had a crush on you since the 1st year y/n,” he said turning into his side.

“Wait what,” you said.

“Yep, ever since I saw you I’ve always wanted to be with you, romantically.”

“Well, why not make it a thing now,” you said holding his hand.

“I would really like that,” he said putting your head onto his chest.

The two of you then fell asleep and were excited to flex on everyone about how much of an amazing couple you two are.

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cobrakaisb · 3 years

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modern day romeo and juliet

requested: yes by @gpiggy98

summary: you’re in miyagi-do. hawk is in cobra kai. that doesn’t stop you from having feelings for him though. (for the purpose of this imagine hawk and moon never happened)

word count: 1,725

“i just don’t know moon. what if he doesn’t even like me?” you asked your friend as the two of you set up for the party that she was having. moon gave you a weird look, “why wouldn’t he like you?” she asked. you scoffed at her words, because how could she be so blind? “i’m in miyagi-do moon! he’s in cobra kai! this could never work!” you exclaim, slamming the red cups down on the table. “it totally can! you guys will be like romeo and juliet, except without the suicide part,” moon said and you couldn’t help but laugh at the carefree girl. “yeah i guess,” you mumbled, organizing the cups into neat piles. “you really should tell him y/n,” moon said softly, her hand resting on your shoulder.

you sighed, if only it were that easy. obviously it’s hard to confess your feelings to any boy, but this was different. you would be confessing your feelings to hawk, a member of your dojo’s rival dojo. but there was more to it.

your crush on hawk started before he was hawk, way back when he still went by eli. you thought that his sweaters were cute and his sweetheart personality only strengthened your feelings. your crush on eli had all sprouted when the two of you were partnered up for a project in history. the two of you spent so much time together because of the project that you got to know one another really well. once the project was finished you found yourself crushing even harder on the sweet sweater wearing boy. it just so happened that the end of the project coincided with the end of the eli era. now you found yourself attracted to him because of his bad boy attitude and newfound confidence.

even though your dojos weren’t exactly on a friendly basis, you still found yourself crushing on hawk. your feelings were only getting stronger, and you knew that eventually you’d have to come clean. you just weren’t sure if you could. you always got butterflies in your stomach when he looked at you, even when he was trying to beat you up at the mall food court. not to mention that you could barely speak a word to him without blushing and stuttering. you could feel the nerves building up just thinking about interacting with him.

“come on! people are going to start arriving soon!” moon said, grabbing your hand and pulling you inside her house. you giggled at her actions, but followed her nonetheless.

by now the party was in full swing. you were standing in the living room, talking to demetri when you noticed hawk sitting on the couch, looking at moon and her girlfriend piper. demetri followed your eyes before looking back at you. “i’m going to go talk to him,” he announced, walking up to the couch. “demetri i don’t-” you started to say, but it was too late because he was already sitting down next to hawk. you watched their interaction from the sidelines, ready to have demetri’s back if anything went down. however, things seemed to be going fine between the former friends. until hawk poured his drink onto demetri.

“still a pussy,” he said, throwing the cup at him. that was so hot, you thought. you quickly pushed those thoughts aside. “and you’re still an asshole!” you shouted, causing everyone to look your way. why did i say that?, you screamed internally. “what’d you say princess?” hawk asked, walking over to you. “i said you’re still an asshole,” you repeated, trying to be confident, but the stutter in your voice gave it away. hawk smirked at you, stepping closer to you. “and what are you going to do about it princess?” he asked, and you couldn’t help the blush that rose on your cheeks from his use of the pet name and the lack of space between you. you opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. “that’s what i thought,” hawk answered, walking away from you.

you huffed at his words, following him out of the living room and into the kitchen. hawk was standing at the counter, making himself a drink. you stood next to him, reaching for the jug of lemonade to pour into your cup. “what’d you come to finally do something about me being an asshole?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at you. “no, i just wanted a drink,” you stuttered, looking around at the different alcohol options that moon had. “go with vodka,” he said, grabbing the bottle. “vodka lemonade smacks,” he continued, pouring some into your cup. “thanks,” you mumbled, smiling at him. hawk smiled back, gesturing for you to take a sip. you did, and your face immediately scrunched up at the taste.

hawk laughed at your facial expression. “i’m glad that my suffering is amusing to you,” you said, putting the red cup down. “i need water,” you mumbled, searching for a bottle. “oh come on princess, i barely put any vodka in there,” hawk teased. you scoffed at his words. “yeah okay,” you said, taking a sip from the water bottle you found. hawk chuckled at you. “stop laughing at me,” you whined, shoving him lightly. the laughter soon died down between the two of you, and you were left staring at each other.

now’s your chance. “listen hawk i have something i’ve been meaning to tell you,” you whispered, looking down at your shoes. hawk’s eyebrows furrowed at your words. “okay,” he said, but it sounded more like a question. you took a deep breath before meeting his eyes. “i like you hawk, alot, and i was wondering if you’d want to go out with me?” you confessed. hawk stood there silently. he was about to say something when he noticed his cobra kai friends walking into the kitchen. suddenly he scoffed at your words and you looked over your shoulder, understanding settling in. “actually, forget i said anything. i’m just gonna go now,” you mumbled, and hawk didn’t try to stop you from leaving.

you were sitting on the steps out front of moon’s house, trying to keep your tears at bay. “i shouldn’t have said anything. obviously he wouldn’t want to be seen with a miyagi-do,” you mumbled, putting your head in your hands. “is that really what you think?” hawk asked from behind you, and you tensed at the sound of his voice. “that’s what happened right?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at him. hawk sighed, sitting down next to you. “look y/n the cobra kais were there and i couldn’t, i mean what was i even supposed to do?” hawk said unsurely. “it’s okay, hawk, i get it. you can’t be seen with a miyagi-dork right?” you said, looking at him.

“no that’s not it at all! i mean yes that’s part of it, but that’s the least of my worries right now,” he replied, looking at you. “what?” you asked, confusion clear in your voice. “you’re too good for me y/n, way too good for me. i’m a horrible person. i trashed your dojo, shit i beat demetri up over a fucking yelp review, yet you still want to go out with me, after everything i’ve done. i don’t deserve someone like you, okay? and you don’t deserve to date someone like me,” hawk explained. it was silent between the two of you after his confession. “trust me, it’s better this way,” hawk sighed, getting up to leave.

“i love you!” you shouted, standing up on the steps, turning to face his retreating figure which stopped at your words. “i’ve loved you since we worked on that history project together. before you flipped the script and were known as hawk. i loved you when you were eli, and i still love you now. my feelings for you aren’t going to change, no matter what happens. no matter what you do or what everybody says, i’m always going to be stuck loving you!” you shouted, looking into his eyes. hawk stared at you, walking towards you. “you don’t mean that,” he whispered. “but i do,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheeks, and hawk leaned into your touch.

the two of you stood there in silence for what felt like the one hundredth time tonight. hawk slowly started leaning in, and you found yourself meeting him halfway. the second your lips touched, you felt fireworks explode in your stomach. the kiss was slow, and you knew that this was hawk’s way of telling you that he felt the same way about you. when it became difficult to breathe the two of you pulled apart, foreheads touching. “i love you too y/n. i’ve loved you since i was eli, and that’s never going to change for me either,” he breathed out, pulling you closer to him. “and i want to give us a try,” he whispered, your hands falling to the base of his neck. “let’s give us a try,” you agreed, as hawk placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, bright smiles taking over your faces.

“hey y/n i’m going to take off -” demetri began, but he abruptly stopped when he saw how close you and hawk were. your eyes widened as you realized that you and hawk had been caught by demetri. “demetri listen,” you started to explain, moving out of hawk’s embrace. “no y/n! what the actual fuck? are you seriously making out with hawk right now?” demetri shouted, causing other people’s heads to turn. “i-” you started nervously, but you were once again interrupted, only this time it was by sam.

“what’s going on?” sam asked, walking up to the three of you. “y/n’s been making out with hawk,” demetri said, pointing at you accusingly. sam looked at you, betrayal written all over her face. “sam listen-” you started to try and explain yourself again. “there’s nothing you can say y/n. you did what you did, and you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences. don’t bother coming back to miyagi-do,” she warned, giving you one last glare before walking away with demetri. you stood there in shock, did you really just get kicked out of your dojo for kissing the boy you’ve had a crush on since forever?

a/n: should i make a part two to this??

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ Fluffy intruders ~

Warnings: FLUFF & SMUT, dom!minho, fem!reader, established relationship(kinda?idk), fingering, nipple play, blowjob, penetrative sex (stay safe yall), sex ruined by cats hahaha

Word count: 2,079 words (whoops...)

Requested: Based of anons scenario (which made me laugh so hard, ty for making my day <33)

Note: i want a cat ;(( ALSO writing long smuts is heeeella difficult AA SORRY IF THIS IS SHIET

As a child you were never allowed to have pets. Your parents said that you didn’t have enough ‘responsibility’ to care for another living creature and so after years convincing you eventually stopped, deeming yourself forever petless. But that was until you met Minho. You vividly remember the first date which was at a local cafe, filled with hanging wall plants and rustic boxes of coffee beans. The brown haired boy looked cozy with a dark oversized sweater and a white and black checkered beret, his silver chain earrings shined everytime he moved his head. The strong musky scent of the coffee beans in the cafe fitted his image making him appear even cuter than you originally though.

When you had ordered your drinks of choice you sat down at a table in the far back of the cafe, not visible to a lot of the visiters. The both of you plopped down on each side of the round table, momentarily gaining eye contact before breaking it, being to shy to look for too long. You noticed a couple strands of hair on the shoulder of his sweater.

“Wait, you have something there” you said while smiling, gently leaning over the old rosewood table.

Minho smiled back and froze a bit when your hand got closer to him, heart beating faster than ever. After all it was a cute girl sitting across him dressed exactly how he pictured you.

“There you go” you leaned back into your seat as you threw the hairs on the stone flooring. Only when you looked back at him again did you notice that the color of the strands were not his signature dark brown but instead orange. You looked at him confused and just had to ask.

“Did you have orange hair recently?” was the only question you managed to get out but you instantly regretted it the moment it left your lips. ‘Why do I always make a fool out of myself?’ you though.

Minho laughed, the apples of his cheeks rounded and his eyes formed a halfmoon shape.

“No... I would like to try it someday to match my cat Soonie” he said through that cute smile on his lips, having a dreamy look when he mentioned his cat.

“YOU HAVE A CAT?” you said a tad bit too loud but you didn’t care, you were currently talking to someone that had the animal you always wanted to own.

Minho laughed even louder, heart exploding from your cute reaction.

“I actually have 3! They’re called Soonie, Doongie and Dori” he said, flashing his dad-like smile, looking like a proud parent over his cats.

Your eyes lit up as you tapped your legs in excitement.

“I want to know everything about them!” you squealed like a little child.

“Yet another thing we have in common. I’ll tell you but let me fetch the drinks” he said with a soft comforting voice before he stood up and went to the counter. You followed his figure with your eyes.

The rest of the date you talked about mostly his cats. Sure, you talked about other boring things like work but seeing Minho talk about his little critters made you fall in love even more. He pulled up his phone, a whole album was dedicated to the fluffy babies. He had everything you wanted. A perfect smile, a comforting personality and of course a nurturing side which was shown by how well he took care of the trio of cats.

That was 2 years ago. Now, you were a full-time mom to the cats. And as much as Minho hates to admit it, his cats love you even more than him. There was only one little thing you could complain about ẃhen being a catmom and no, it’s not the amount of cat fur that flies into your mouth when kissing the kitties.

You yawned as you closed the bedroom door and crawled into bed, the cats sleeping peacefully in their fluffy beds in the living room. Minho was already cuddled up with his phone, the blue light reflecting onto his complexion. He looked so concentrated and you refused to sleep without getting a good night kiss from the cozy boy

“Kiss” you said, holding out your face in front of his phone.

“ha ha no” he turned the other way and lied on his side, only then did you see why he was obsessed with what was going on the screen. He was playing games with the other boys which made you roll your eyes. You were not giving up this easily and so you spread out on top of him, rubbing your face onto his.

“KISS KISS KISS” you demanded to which Minho sighed, turning onto his back again. You were now straddling him and leaned down to kiss him on the lips, expecting a small peck but oh were you wrong. Minho put his soft hands on either side of your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepened the kiss by crashing his tongue on yours. The movement of the kiss formed a pace, making you slightly rub on against his member while the bed moved slowly.

Minho moved his hands from your cheeks to your hips, pressing them against his hardening dick while you rubbed against it in a quicker pace. His eyes darkened, previously being rounded but now they were hooded, resembling the eyes of a dragon. A mysterious smirk appeared on his light red lips as he flipped you over, hovering above you. Your thighs rubbed together, body getting hotter by the second since you knew what waited everytime this happened.

“Since you wanted a kiss so bad how about I give you something better?” he growled, eyeing you up and down, taking in the beauty of your body lying helpless underneath him. You swallowed a hard gulp as you nodded faintly. He took of his shirt, revealing his slightly muscular body he had been working on recently. With his hand he lifted up your light pink pyjama shirt exposing your two delicate buds and without a second though Minho attached his lips onto one of them, sucking relentlesly whilst his fingers played delicately with the other nipple. Your chest was a playground for Minhos tongue as he switched from nipple to nipple, licking and biting them playfully. Through clenched teeth you muffled a stiff moan as he twirled his tongue around the sensitive buds. You grabbed onto his dark hair, stroking it in encouragement to which Minho smiled in between bites.

His hand trailed down from your nipple, tracing the outline of your waist and hip as it softly halted around the band of your pyjama shorts. A firm grip was placed on your waist as Minho went back to kissing you, his lips covered in saliva from sucking on your nipples earlier. You patted him on the head as you bit his bottom lip, enhacing the romantic kiss. The grip on your waist loosened and plunged down your shorts making the burning feeling in your clit amplified. He traced his fingers over your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric to which he smirked.

“I’ve barely done anything but my princess is already soaking” he said, breaking the kiss for a second. You nodded again, wanting his fingers inside you. It was almost like he was reading your mind because that’s exactly what happened. Being caught off guard, Minho pushed the fabric aside, digging two digits into your pulsating cunt. Tiny whimpers made it’s way out your mouth as he curled his fingers upwards, finding your g-spot. Those whimpers turned into moans as Minhos thumb started circling your enlarged clit. You looked at him and he looked back, signaling your desperation for him. He understood it in a heart beat and removed his fingers, immediately stripping himself from the loose fitting pants and boxers. His hard member sprung free from the clothes that were now lying on the floor somewhere. He was still on top of you, looking like a statue with when he stood on his knees that were on their side of your body, his dick only inches across your face. Lifting up your hips slightly you pulled your pyjamas and panties down before you semi-sat down again, the warm bed hitting your butt.

Minho lifted your chin with the same fingers that were inside you moments prior, he looked you deep into the eyes before he placed his dick on your plump lips. You licked the tip slowly and looked him back into the eyes. He looked so much powerful than you when he was above you, asserting his dominance by grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you down on his shaft making you choke. You sucked him of to the best of your abilities, hollowing your hot cheeks and drooling all over the place.

“You look so pretty like this princess” he grunted out, the grip on your hair tightening as his noises got louder, twitching slightly between your lips. Minho rolled his head around and landed his eyes on yours to which you blushed.

As he was nearing his release he pulled out of your mouth, you gasped for air and coughed. Just as you were about to wipe off the drool on your chin and chest he took the back of his hand and swiped the drool off of you, rubbing it on thr bedsheets. Even when his dominant side emerged he cared about you.

“Face down, ass up” he said getting off you. A small “yes baby” fled your swollen lips that came from sucking him off too hard as you got into position. Minhos slightly cold fingers grazed your wet folds from behind, the sensation of cold feeling oddly numbing on your hot pussy. He grinned at the whimper that you let out and stood on his knees infront of your butt, lining himself up with your cunt. You shut your eyes tightly even before he put it in because you already knew the feeling. He was way to big for you and so it always stinged a bit before the pleasure kicked in. Yet again you were right, a moment of pain as he penetrated you but when you adjusted the feeling of being filled to the brim made you stammer out a moan. Minhos hands seemed bigger than they were when he grabbed onto your hips, setting a even pace.

“My pretty princess is always to tight for me” he said, focused on his movements. You could only moan in response, your lips pouting by the way your cheek was being squashed against the bed. Eventually the pace of his thrusts quickened causing the bed to shake. Minhos hands stroked your back from time to time, giving you goosebumps. Your moans got louder and as he grabbed both your arms pulling you against his member they turned into screams. You threw your head back, sweath covering the few stray strands of hair that poked out. Minho knew you were close by listening to your loud moans that sounded like music in his ears. But besides his low groans and the sound of skin slapping against each other you heard another sound. Minho stopped, turning around to face the door.

Loud scratching and meowing erupted on the other side of the door which made Minho scoff while you looked with a confused expression at your boyfriend. He resumed this thrusts at an even quicker pace, you clenched around his dick feeling your release coming closer.

“I’m making mommy feel good! Stop being such babies!” he yelled which confused you deeply as you laughed.

“Who are you talking to?” you turned around to face your boyfriend.

“Who else but the spawn on satan that are those cats?” he said, the both of you bursted out in laughter.

Minho let go of your arms and pulled out, feeling empty. You opened the door and saw the trio of cats marching in the bedroom one by one, getting comfortable on the bed. Minho covered himself with the duvet before snuggling his beloved babies. But the second you lied down on the bed, all three of the cats snuggled up with you instead leaving Minho feeling betrayed.

“Traitors...” he mumbled looking visibly annoyed to which you giggled, petting the Soonie.

“Ok out now! I was not done with mommy” he said to the cats pointing at the door.

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