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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years

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Motherly

Harry x reader

Description - Y/N loves taking care of her friends but after a night of drinking it seems like they don't want her to. She worries that they might not want her around and panics. They ease her worries and harry has something to confess.

Word count - 4700 (my god that seems excessive)

Warnings - insecure reader, mentions of eating, female pronouns, some description of panic attack, underage drinking, maybe a little ooc for harry at the beginning. angst at the beginning but it turns into fluff. If you just want the heartbreak you could stop halfway through cause thats a mood and same.

A/N - I had to bring Luna into this because she is an angel and the love of my life. Harry is my favorite idiot and Ron is an angel. Anyway I'm done, just a notice that there is description of a mild panic attack, this is based on how they feel for me. The insecurities are also based on me. This is just to say that this in no way means that this writing is supposed to be universal and i in no way mean to offend.

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You had been taking care of Harry for as long as you had known him. When you met him on the train you realized that you wanted to protect him and keep him safe. He had already been through enough. Unfortunately, that didn't exactly work out. Over the years you would try to help him but he inevitably found himself in deep trouble and in need of help. You were always happy to fill that role, not that you were always successful. You would do anything for him. especially once you realized that you had real and hard feelings for the young wizard. You saw him and the way he looked at other girls, you knew he didn't like you in that way. So instead of saying anything, you just didn't mention it and continued to give him your all.

You took care of all of your friends most of the time. You enjoyed being needed. That was why, while standing in the corner of the party, you were ready to step in to help any of your friends. There was almost always a party after every match and Harry normally got pretty wasted. You stayed sober most of the time so you could take care of your friends if you needed to. You had held Hermione's hair back multiple times. She partied rarely but when she did it was intense. You also liked to keep your eye on Harry who would get decidedly out of it and would often find himself passed out somewhere uncomfortable or unable to keep his dinner down. You felt his eyes on you and he made his way towards you. You could tell from looking at him that he was properly wasted. He wasn't blackout but a few more drinks and he would be. You smiled at him as brightly as you could.

"Why aren't you drinking?" He slurred. His face was contorted in confusion and you felt your smile falter for a second, not that he noticed.

"I just wanna be ready in case someone needs me. You know how 'Mione gets." You smiled and nodded over to where Hermione was passed out on the couch.

"It's not your responsibility though, you don't have to take care of everyone." He mumbled and you thought you heard anger in his voice. Like he was annoyed at you. You just looked at him with kind eyes and a questioning gaze. You tried to not look offended but you didn't know what he was implying. Before you could ask, Harry spoke again. "You act like you're the mom of the group, that you have to take care of everyone. You don't need to do that." He seemed exasperated.

"I don't mind. I like being able to help." You smiled at him, trying to explain your mindset to a very drunk harry.

"I never said you didn't like it but nobody else does. I didn't ask you to try and be my mum, okay?" He grumbled out and turned away like he hadn't just said something very upsetting to you. You felt your smile falter for a moment before you took a deep breath. It was fine. You needed to move on. You made your way to the couch Hermione was laying across and you leant down to her level. Your hand brushed the thick hair out of her face and you tried to gently wake her up.

" 'Mione? I'm gonna head up to bed, do you need anything?" You asked, sort of hoping that she would say yes. You found a lot of your purpose in others needing you and after the rejection you just faced from Harry you were hoping for someone to say they wanted you around.

Hermione's face scrunched up before her eyes opened. "No, I don't need anything. Please just leave me alone Y/N? I know you're like needy or whatever but I'm trying to have a fun night for once." She mumbled the last part under her breath but you heard it perfectly clear. You could feel your heart rate increase as you began to panic. Was this always the case? You were overly needy and you acted like it was for the benefit of others? You never wanted to make anyone feel smothered but you thought you were helping. You looked around the room desperately, trying to find someone who would confirm to you that you were important to them. That someone needed you. Your eyes met those of your best ginger friend who was sufficiently wasted. You began to walk over to him but he quickly tried to bolt out of your line of sight and you stopped in your tracks. You felt tears well up and you took a deep breath. You knew you were no longer wanted in your group of friends, at least not at a time when they were all trying to let loose. You understood and you tried not to be offended. You knew you were a lot to deal with sometimes and that your instinct to care could be smothering. You turned to the portrait hole and left the common room. You didn't know where you were planning on going but it was not going to be where you came from. If your friends needed space then you would give it to them. You just wanted them to be happiest.

You ended up wandering the halls for a long time. You didn't have a particular purpose besides just not being in the common room and you didn't want to go back until you thought most people would probably be asleep. About 2 hours after you had left, you headed back toward the portrait hole. After whispering the password you entered the now quiet room where you saw your friends and a few others passed out around the place. You sighed and pushed the bad feelings away before getting to taking care of them. Ron and Harry were near each other, propped up against the wall, cups of alcohol around them. You grabbed a couple pillows and blankets and brought them over to them. You set the pillows down and slowly maneuvered both boys so they were laying comfortably with warm blankets on top of them. You spent an extra second to brush Harry's black hair out of his face and you traced his scar lightly. You remembered his words from earlier and quickly moved away, fearing he would wake up and remind you that he didn't want you taking care of him.

You made your way to Hermione who you managed to wake a bit. She was not as grumpy as she had been earlier and you slung one of her arms over your shoulders, slowly getting both of you up the stairs and to the dorms. You placed her on her bed and removed her shoes. You then grabbed a makeup removing pad and got to work on cleaning her face. She was normally religious about her skincare routine and so you thought she might appreciate getting her face clean so she distant sleep in her makeup.

You sighed a bit as you tucked her into her bad, her eyes closed and she had drifted off to sleep a while ago. You decided that if they said anything about their distain for your mothering tendencies tomorrow, then you would stop. You hoped though that their words were only spoken because they were drunk, not because they only had the courage to tell you when they were drunk.

The next morning you heard Hermione grumble from the bed beside you, you knew her hangover would probably be rough so you got up quickly to grab her a glass of water, feeling the urge to make her morning easier. When you saw the look on her face, you wished you would have stayed in bed. You were walking toward her, water in hand but she was glaring right through you.

"You know I can do that myself, right? I'm not a baby." She huffed and you blinked at her. You didn't know why it seemed that all of a sudden your friends no longer wanted you to be around them.

"Sorry" You mumbled and you set the glass down on her nightstand, quickly going back to your bed and dressing, rushing out of the room to make your way to the dining hall. Your stomach was in knots as you reflected on the things your friends had treated you the night before. Tears pricked at your eyes. It was still very early in the morning so you were thankful to see that there were very few people at the large tables. You made your way to an empty spot and sat down, slightly wondering why you came at all. You supposed it was out of habit but you were not in any way hungry, stress filling the space that food usually would. You instead grabbed a goblet and filled it with water and drank slowly and quietly, contemplating how you would move throughout the day. There was suddenly a presence beside you and you looked to your left to see none other than Luna Lovegood. Her blue tie was knotted in a way that made it look like a butterfly and you couldn't help but feel a bit better at the sight. She smiled gently at you and you patted the space next to you as a gesture for her to sit down.

"You seem off today" She stated in a matter of fact sort of way, as if it was not up for debate. You pondered your next words carefully.

"Luna, do you think I act overly motherly?" You asked softly and she looked at you knowingly. she reached over to you and played with a bit of your hair before putting her hand back in her lap.

"I would say that you act motherly, there is a bit of a gray area in 'overly'." She stated simply. You sighed a bit at the realization that nobody wanted you to be this way. Luna wrapped one pinky around one of yours and pulled your hand into the space between you two. While holding pinkies she smiled at you. "I know sometimes people don't like being reliant on others, I know that some of your friends are reliant on you. Your love language is acts of service and care and that doesn't make you overbearing. I'm also guessing your friends wouldn't last very long without you taking care of them." She blinked at you before getting up and heading back to her friends at the Ravenclaw table. You smiled after the strange girl and you forgot about why you were upset for a moment. That moment unfortunately left fairly quickly when you saw red hair enter your line of sight. Ron and Harry made their way over to the table with sour looks on their face. They sat across from you but kept their eyes down. You thought for a moment about speaking but you were too worried. You simply chugged the rest of your water and smiled at the boys who met your eyes briefly. You stood and hurried to leave the hall, not wanting to upset anyone but feeling anxiety creep up you arms. You liked taking care of people, it was what you wished someone would do for you. It made you feel wanted and being wanted was essential to your self esteem. You placed a lot of your worth on what you could offer others and when you no longer felt you were wanted or needed, the rest of the wall began to crumble as well. You decided that if your friends didn't want you to be overbearing then you would try to stay out of their way. You just wanted them to be comfortable.

You made your way to the dorm, Hermione heading out as you walked in. You offered her a kind smile which she slightly reciprocated. She braced herself for questions about her state but none came. You were already through the portrait hole before she could really process that you hadn't said anything to her. That was very unlike you. She knew she had been grumpy that morning but she figured you would understand. She brushed off her bad feeling though and began moving quicker toward the dining hall. When she got to the long tables she spotted the boys she needed to speak to. They looked up at her with tired eyes, all of them feeling the effects of the night before.

"Did you notice anything weird about Y/N this morning?" She questioned lightly, trying to to speak too loud and upset any of their headaches.

"We thought you might know what was going on. She didn't even talk to us." Harry stated rather worriedly. All of them conversed about why you might be acting strange but couldn't come up with any big reasons unless something happened the night before. None of them exactly remembered any details so it was a bit hard to tell.

Back in the dorm room you tried to calm your breathing as you gathered your books. Your eyes stung with tears and you questioned whether your friends even liked you. You wished one of them wouldn't have pushed you away last night but now you felt that maybe they all disliked you and just kept you around out of pity. You made the decision that you would not take care of them. You didn't want them to be upset at you and maybe if you showed them you could be independent then they wouldn't feel the need to humor you.

You made your way to your first class, eyes slightly swollen and hands shaky. You knew you would have to sit next to Harry like you always did but you expected you wouldn't have any issues with avoiding annoying him. He wasn't one to ask questions and he was normally pretty oblivious.

Still, when you say down you felt his eyes on you. You looked over at him, smiling for a moment when your eyes met his before turning back to the front of the class. The rest of the period felt odd to both of you.

Normally, you would do little things for Harry during class. You would whisper help to him under your breath, fix his spelling when he needed it, find the right page in his book when he couldn't, and so on. When you didn't do that, he felt a bit lost. You weren't acting off in any way besides your lack of taking care of him. He wanted to ask what was wrong but by the time class ended and there was a moment to get a word in, you were already out the classroom door. You knew you had to get out of there before Harry noticed the way that tears were trying to fall from your eyes.

You felt your lungs contract in sadness as you rushed through the corridors, trying to get to your next class. It would be a bit of a challenge because it was with Hermione. She usually got help with flash cards and corrections from you, both of you being very smart in your studies. Instead, today you were quiet. She wondered if she should ask but she had never had to before and if you were upset then she didn't want to make it any worse. Instead she worked quietly and glanced at you occasionally. She noticed the bags under your eyes and how your face was a bit puffy. She grew concerned that you were upset about how she acted that morning. She decided she would talk to you as soon as class was over.

Unfortunately you left class before she could. You hurried out of class, Hermione calling a bit after you but you didn't hear her and she got too caught up in the crowd to reach you. Ron, the least likely to ask questions, stopped you in the masses in the hallway. People swirled around you two and he gave you a worried look. You noticed that he had dirt on his face, not an odd occurrence with the redhead, but you tried to prevent yourself from fixing it. Normally you would rub at it while he grumbled and you would laugh it off because you felt useful. Now, seeing the patch of dirt and not wanting to make him uncomfortable by fixing it, you just felt upset. Ron's hand on your arms tightened a bit when you made a move to leave.

"Y/N, whats wrong?" Ron seemed genuinely concerned. You felt so confused. One day they didn't want you near them and the now it seemed that they could tell something was off. You though they would be happy to have you off their back. Instead of answering Ron, your breath left your lungs. You could feel the space around you tighten and your hands went numb and your breathing picked up. Ron recognized this behavior of yours but he had never dealt with it on his own. He thought of what Hermione would do and pulled you into his chest to block you from the slowly decreasing traffic around you both. He felt your hands hold onto the front of his cloaks and your shoulders shook with what he guessed was crying. He spotted a bush of big hair and a mop of black in the crowd and he shot his hand up, hoping to catch their attention. They spotted him and made their way over.

By the time they arrived the crowds of the halls were pretty much dissipated and you had yet to slow your panicking. Your breath was rapid and your hands shook, you couldn't let go of Ron's cloak but he made no move to remove you. They all were silently grateful that this was a free period for all of you.

"What happened? Ron, what did you do?" Hermione accused and he glared at her.

"I just grabbed her in the hall to talk and she got all panicky, I was trying to do that thing you do with her but I don't think it worked." He mumbled. He felt guilty that he didn't know how to help you but he was glad to have the brains of the operation there now to fix whatever he did wrong.

"Sorry Ron, you're trying your best." Hermione mumbled her apology before speaking softly to you. "Y/N? Honey? Are you alright?" She tried to be gentle and she brought her hand up to rest on your shoulder. You flinched at the contact so she removed the hand. You felt Ron move and for some reason that startled you into the realization that you were holding onto him and he probably didn't want that. You let go of him quickly and stepped back from him a bit, a scared look on your face.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" You mumbled and your legs nearly gave out. Harry wrapped you in his arms and sunk to the ground so you were both sitting. He started to stroke your hair slowly and rub your back, knowing those are things that you had done for them when they were upset.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for, Y/N. It's okay" Harry whispered in your ear and you let out a choked sob.

"I do though- I do, I have to apologize. I'm sorry that I have to take care of you and I smother you. I promise I don't mean to and I know it's-"

"Whoa whoa whats going on? Who said anything about smothering?" Harry asked genuinely and you sniffled before realizing they didn't remember what they said.

"You did." They barely head the small whisper and they all looked at each other. None of them could remember what they said last night but they all felt guilty instantly. They were all the kind of people that would sometimes get snappy when they drank but they normally didn't all drink at the same time. This meant that there was someone with you to take the heat and that there was someone there to rationalize it with you. They remembered that they had all drank except you and they deduced that they must have snapped at you at the same time.

"We are so sorry, Y/N" Hermione started. "You know how we get, it was not about you. Oh god I'm so sorry." She put her face in her hands and she though about how you had reacted when she got snappy this morning, you must have already been sensitive to it and she had pushed you over the edge.

"I promise we didn't mean anything we said, we love that you keep us in check, Y/N." Ron chimed in and Harry hummed in agreement along side him. You shook your head a bit, not believing them. You were so sure that you bothered them and at this moment they were trying to help out of pity.

"It's okay, you guys don't have to deal with it if you don't want to. I'm sorry I've to act so motherly and I-" You continued rambling but Harry felt something click in his head. He remembered saying that you acted motherly and he felt his stomach turn. He grabbed your head and pulled it into him so he could kiss your hair.

"You are perfect, Y/N" he mumbled. "We are just idiots who say stupid stuff when we're drunk. Please don't blame yourself, you haven't done anything wrong." Your shaking was lessened and you lifted your head a bit.

"Ron didn't actually say anything, he just booked it when he saw me." You almost chuckled and you reminded yourself that that was what he did to everyone when he drank. They laughed along as well, just thrilled that you were no longer having a panic attack.

"Let's go to the great hall and get you some water, yeah?" Hermione asked and you nodded.

Harry helped get you up by getting up first and then lifting you by your waist to standing. He held you there for a moment to see if you were stable enough on your own and you were. You turned to Ron and licked a thumb before rubbing the dirt off of his face. He grumbled significantly less this time than he normally would and Hermione and Harry looked at each other in relief. You all made your way to the great hall where you got some water and snacks. Pretty soon you were feeling much better and you decided you were going to take the rest of the day off and walk to the black lake. Harry volunteered to go with you and he nodded at Hermione and Ron to let them know that it was okay to leave.

You both walked rather quietly to the lake, it was a rare occasion that both you and Harry were alone and that it was sunny outside. Your face warmed in the sun and your eyes closed as you walked, trying to be careful not to trip. Eventually you both made it next to the lake and you set your robe down for you and harry to sit on. Your heart sped up at the lack of space between you two but you didn't want to push him closer out of fear of him leaving. His words had affected you the most last night and you hadn't forgotten them. As if sensing your unease, he spoke up.

"I am truly sorry, you know." He mumbled guiltily and you looked over at him.

"I know, it's okay. All is forgi-"

"No, I'm really sorry, Y/N. I know I hurt you last night and I couldn't regret it more." He insisted and you felt tears come back. You weren't panicking or even sad, you were both happy that he recognized his words and still vaguely worried he meant them.

"Did you mean any of it?" You almost whispered and Harry's heart twinged.

"Of course not." He stated. You gave him a look that said to cut the bull shit. "I didn't. You do act motherly, but that doesn't mean we don't all like it." You couldn't decide if that made you feel better or not. "Can I tell you something that might embarrass me?" He asked hesitantly and you nodded. "You are the person who has taken care of me the most in my life." You gave him a questioning look.

"Look, since I got on that train 6 years ago you have been there for me, you've taken care of me and tried to help me, even when I was being a jerk. You never made fun of me for not always getting good marks, you're at every quidditch match, you always listen when I get upset at what I am getting put through. You act more like a caretaker for me than anyone ever has." He was speaking so softly that it barely sounded like him. You felt a tear roll down your face and before you had a chance to wipe it away, he did. His hand brushed under your eye and then went back into his lap. "I feel guilty that I cant give the same back to you and-"

"Harry, you don't have to-"

"Please let me finish." He pleaded and he put his hand on top of your in your lap. You nodded again. "I care about you more than anyone else and I cant help but feel that I would never be able to repay you for all you've done for me. For all the support you've given me." He took a deep breath. "I think that last night, in my messed up and drunk mind, I thought that pushing you to stop taking care of me would make it so that I wouldn't feel guilty for not being able to do the same for you. And I know that that didn't work at all and of course that is the worst way possible to go about that but I just want you to know that it was all on me and it had nothing to do with how you behave. I love all that you do for me, I just never know how to give it back." When he was done you tackled him in a hug. His arms wrapped around you as well and you smiled into the hug. When you pulled back there was a blush on his cheeks.

"You know, I was talking to Luna earlier and she mentioned that my love language is acts of service."

"Love that girl" Harry mumbled passively as he remembered all the times that she had given him strange and profound knowledge that he didn't know he needed.

"Agreed. Anyway, it just reminded me that it's the way I show that I care. I like to be needed and I like to help. I don't need anything in return, I appreciate all of the ways that you guys show you care about me." You smiled. "Hermione always reminds me about the homework and makes sure I go to bed on time, even if it means she has to stop studying too. Ron always reminds me to eat and how much his family loves me, sort of implying that he does too even if he wont say it. And you always give me hugs after quidditch matches and you give me your extra chocolate frogs. That's all I will ever need from you, you don't owe me anything for me just trying to show that I care." When you were finished, Harry was beaming at you.

"I love you." He suddenly blurted.

"I love you to-"

"No I mean like love you love you. Like I have romantic feeling for you." He pushed out and he felt his heart pound in his chest in fear. You smiled at him.

"I feel the same way about you. I love you too" You beamed and he sighed in relief before pulling you into him to kiss you. You spent rest of the day by the black lake, basking in the sun and each other.

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writingfandomfeels · 4 years

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Draco Malfoy - Trainwreck

Summary: Dom!Draco smut on the Hogwarts Express

A/N: Is there a version of the Mile High Club but for trains? I think there should be

Roughly, Draco kissed you as you felt yourself getting close. Nearly there, nearly there and... suddenly you were awake.

"Anything from the trolley dear?" The woman repeated herself.

You shook your head, agitated.

"No? Not in need of a little sweetness?" She asked and you nearly laughed.

You were, but not like that.

Getting up, you strode down the long hall of the train, searching for the right cabin.

"I'm just saying, Potter's a waste of space. Him and Weasleby both. Probably got fleas from his mangey family. I don't see why they can't just ride on top of the train rather than infect the lot of us."

Found him. You poked your head in, earning the attention of Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle, but most importantly, Draco.

"What are you doing here?" Pansy asked with an accusatory voice that came naturally to her.

Ignoring her, you kept your attention on the blond. "Gotta talk to you for a sec Malfoy." You nodded your head in the direction you came so he would know you meant in private.

He followed you down the hallway. Once you were reaching the emptier parts of the train you grabbed his hand but continued to lead. It was somewhat a secret, your relationship. With Draco having the massive insecurity issues you knew he did (even if he wouldn’t admit it) you didn’t really mind that he wanted to keep things underwraps.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

You pushed open the small wooden door to the toilet, shoving Draco in with you.

"What the-?"

Slamming your lips against his, you pinned him against the small sink and kissed him roughly. Shocked, it took him a moment to kiss back, but once he did he returned your passion and speed, despite being a bit confused.

"I need you. Now." You breathed, pulling away a moment but keeping your arms around his neck and his face close.

The corner of his mouth curved into a smirk. "I figured as much."

He pulled you in again, your body pressed firmly against his. As he kissed you, he turned you so you were now against the sink with his back facing the door. Without asking, he moved his hands to your waist and hoisted you onto the counter. Your butt fell partially into the sink but it really didn't matter to you. At least it wasn’t wet. Although would it matter if it had been since you already were?

Pushing up your skirt, Draco trailed his fingers along the inside of your thighs, earning a slight moan from you against his lips.

"You want that love?" He whispered, letting his fingertips just barely run over your hot, wet panties.

Sharing his breath, you bit your lip with frustration. Wanting him to know how badly you needed more of him, you decided to press your lips hard against his again, roughly biting at his lip instead.

He began to smirk again as he pulled away to speak. "Or do you want more of me?" He asked, reading your mind.

Without hesitation, you went to unbutton his trousers.

“You’re so needy, aren’t you darling?” Draco hummed, slipping off your panties and teasing your entrance with his length.

You let out a whimper of desperation.

“Couldn’t even wait until we got to Hogwarts, could you?” He teased, still trailing his tip along your slit.

“Draco, please.” You begged, whispering into his neck.

“Alright, alright.” Giving in to you, he pushed himself inside.

You let out a breathy sigh as he let you get comfortable. After a moment you gave him a nod and he began thrusting into you.

You squeezed his bicep as you leaned into his shoulder with a moan. His breath came hot on your neck as he brought his lips to you, kissing and biting at your sensitive spots.

“Mm, careful. You can’t leave a mark.” You mumble through the bliss.

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do.” He growled into your skin, biting harder. One hand rested on the edge of the sink, while he used the other to squeeze your hip.

You let out a whimper, digging your nails into his arm as your body grew more tense.

Moving his hands to your shirt, he began unbuttoning it. After popping open the buttons, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so he could easily reach your chest with his mouth. Leaving dark marks across your breasts, you felt your muscles tightening more and more as he continued to be rough with you.

“Ah, fuck,” You breathed as he rocked into you with the same rhythm as the train on the tracks.

Clickety clack clickety clack clickety clack clickety clack.

“Am I getting you close darling?” He asked, his lips just a breath away from yours.

You gave him a whine as you tried to lean forward and kiss him, but he pulled you back by your hair.

“Mmm, not yet.” He slowed his hips down almost completely. “I don’t want you to come until I say you can.”

“Baby, please.” You moaned.

“Ooh, is the princess begging?” He smirked, lightly trailing his thumb over your clit. “How badly do you need it?” On the last two words, he rolled his hips deeply into you while putting intense pressure on your clit, making you gasp loudly.

“Ah, fuck Draco, please, please baby.” You begged. “I can’t take it, please.”

He grinned devilishly as he continued to toy with your clit and watch as you trembled whenever he would increase the pressure.

“As you wish.” He winked before pounding into you again at the same rate as the tracks.

Immediately you felt your orgasm hit hard. Draco smashed his mouth against yours in a rough and messy kiss, mostly with the intention of keeping you quiet. You may have been in the back of the train, but that didn’t mean people wouldn’t hear you cumming, Draco knew how loud you could get when he edged you even just a little.

Your body fell back, making you lean against the mirror above the sink, able to breathe for just a moment before you felt yourself getting close again.

“Oh, oh fuck, oh shit,” you cursed under your breath as your muscles tightened again, Draco never letting up on you.

“That’s it love, again for me now.” He encouraged through strained breaths of his own.

You felt the tension release. Draco quickly covered your mouth with his hand as you cried out. Biting his hand to conceal some of your cries, you brought him to his orgasm with that.

Letting out a long groan, Draco squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he finished and slowed his hips.

Both panting with exhaustion, you felt ready to pass out. But Draco brought his thumb back to your clit.

You moaned in protest. “No, no it’s too much, I can’t, I-” You whimpered.

He was careful to barely touch you, but it was still too much for your overly sensitive nub.

He grinned, “One more for the road. I know how you love overstim.”

It was true, you did, but you’d hardly expected this much when you’d grabbed him after your wet dream. This was above and beyond what you’d hoped for.

Your final one came in strained, whimpered, gasps, as you were far too exhausted to cry out.

Feeling like you were floating away somewhere in the aftermath bliss of it all, you felt a soft and sweet kiss bringing you back to the train, which had stopped moving now.

“C’mon love,” Draco gave you another gentle kiss, “time to get to the Great Feast.”

He helped you get up and gain your balance again before walking down the traincar hallway with you. At this point it felt almost like you’d been in a trainwreck. But in the best way.

“Who knows, if it’s not too late we might even be able to sneak in another before bed tonight.” He winked teasingly.

You laughed at the thought, though admittedly, knowing how you were, it wouldn’t surprise you if that was how your evening ended up going.

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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My Oh My

A/N: Here’s the little Javi piece I’ve been promising, and finally managed to deliver. I hope you enjoy! As always, comments, feedback, whatever are welcome! And yes, this was loosely inspired by the song of the same name. xx

Word Count: 5.8k

Pairing: Javier x Reader

Warnings: it’s smut, 80% smut, 20% plot. 18+ only!!!

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You could feel his intense eyes on you, yet again. You contemplated ignoring him, but where was the fun in that? Instead, you turned your attention from your drink to the man across the club that had been eyeing you all night.

As soon as your gaze met his, his face hardened into an expression you couldn't quite make out. He didn't flinch, didn't seem ashamed that you'd caught him unabashedly staring at you. He was the hunter and you were the prey, and he made sure there was no mistaking his intention. Instead, you took a sip from your drink, your eyes never leaving his. A small, devilish little smirk appeared on his handsome features as he saluted you before taking a drink from his bottle of beer. You thought about going over and saying something to him, but you stopped yourself when his attention left you as his blonde haired friend rejoined him. You slightly huffed before getting reinvested in the conversation your friends were having.

You'd worn an especially flashy dress that evening, all sorts of gold and glitter, hoping it would catch his eye. It did. He liked it. What he liked even better was the idea of what you were, or rather weren't, wearing underneath it.

You'd made a habit of this lately, the little cat and mouse game, the two of you had been playing. You knew he was only here for one thing, and if you were being honest, so were you. At first you had wondered if your inklings had been correct, but the the fact that he only seemed to be there when you were strongly suggested that your suspicions were correct.

After all, this club was much too crowded, much too loud, and much too expensive for anyone to come this often unless they were after something. But you were both after one thing - each other.

But you knew all about Javier Peña; hell everyone knew about him. He had a reputation, and a bad one at that for a reason. You were still trying to to decide if you wanted to be a part of that. Your resolve, once you had realized he wanted you as much as you wanted him, had weakened over time. It wasn't going to take much more for you to fall victim, albeit very willing, to him. Besides, you wanted to see if he warranted that reputation, if he was really as good as everyone said he was.

But that for another time, if ever, you decided as you turned back to sipping the drink in your hand. You swished the warm liquid around in your mouth before quickly downing the rest of it. It was late already, and you had decided to go home and get some sort of relief from all of this tension. Even if that only involved your hand and the image of him in your mind.

You didn't even bother to glance back at him before leaving. You could feel his eyes on your back side regardless. You decided you'd be back tomorrow. Maybe if you were lucky he'd be there too. Maybe if it was date, you'd be destined to finally meet.

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It was hot. Late. A waste of an evening.

Here you were at this stupid club again, but this time you were alone. Your friend hadn't come to continue your little cat and mouse game.

Maybe it was a waste of time. A folly you should have let go. He was dangerous after all and maybe after tonight you'd get him off your mind. Maybe not getting to see him was a sign after all. Downing the rest of the drink you’d been nursing for nearing an hour, you decided to just leave. You could spend your time drinking at home for a lot less money and surrounded by less people.

Sliding off of the tall bar stool you made your way through the packed club, looking for the relief of the cold outside air. But just before you reached the entrance, you felt a hand grab your arm. You quickly tried to pull your arm out of the grasp, but it was as tight as a vice grip. Oh. This pendejo was going to get it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” you turned around and your heart almost stopped when your eyes met his. Those same velvety brown ones you’d been dreaming of for the past several weeks. You relaxed when you realized it was him, after all this time; he’d shown up. There was a mischievous little grin on his face as he studied you; the bastard was clearly enjoying this, “oh.”

“Leaving so soon?” you knew he was American, but his accent was flawless. It was the type of voice that made you weak in the knees, the kind that could make you do anything with a simple command. He loosened the grip on your arm and pulled back, the moment frozen in time as you tried to figure out a witty response. He didn’t even bother to hide the fact that he was shamelessly checking you out. Of course he didn’t, that wasn’t his style.

“There’s nothing to keep me here,” you shrugged slightly, raising an eyebrow as you gave him the once over in turn. He was good looking, no doubt about it, and he knew it. He was dressed in tight jeans and a tight pink button up, a black leather jacket topping it all off. Simply put: hot. But you weren’t about to just let him know that right away, “so I might as well go home, no? At least there I can have some fun.”

“Fun?” he sounded the word out slowly, almost as if he was test out the way it sounded, “is that what you’re after?”

“Aren’t we all? It’s okay to have a good time,” you were leaning in close to him so you wouldn’t have to shout. So close that his cologne was hitting you in all the most delicious ways. You were so fucked already. You trailed a hand up his shoulder, stopping when you reached his collar, tugging on it lightly, “isn’t that why you’re here?”

“I suppose,” he swallowed thickly as removed your hand, and you didn’t miss the way his gaze zoned in on your breasts. You couldn’t and wouldn’t blame him for that little fact. You’d worn the low cut dress in the hope that he’d see you, “I’m Javier.”

“I know,” you almost threw your head back with laughter. Of course you knew, everyone, at least every woman in the vicinity of Bogota, knew him. His reputation and insatiable habits preceded him everywhere. And despite the fact that you tended to have a good girl reputation, you hadn’t shied away from him. In fact, it only piqued your curiosity more, and you wanted to find out more, “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated almost directly in your ear, and it sent a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin, despite the heat of the night, “you’ve been here a lot. Doesn’t seem like your scene.”

“I could say the same to you,” you smirked back and he nodded. It was true, he seemed out of the place, “perhaps something is compelling you to come back?”

“Maybe. And yet whenever I’m here, you happen to be here as well,” he was so close that if you stepped even a few centimeters closer your lips would be on his. They looked surprisingly soft and plush, and you wanted to know how felt on yours, “a funny little coincidence, don’t you think, chiquita?”

“Maybe,” you pressed your body into his, pointedly so, and you could already feel his hard on straining against his jeans. Yes. You had him right you wanted him, “or maybe this was what I was waiting for. Maybe it could have already happened if it hadn’t been for cockblock of a friend the other night.”

“Good thing he’s not here then,” his breath hitched in his throat as he tried his best to keep his hands from roaming all over you. It was hard, a herculean task even, not to take you in some shape or form right then and there. He could feel every bit of your body against his and he only had one thing on his mind. But so did you. You knew where this was headed long before it had even started, “yours or mine?”

“Mine,” you insisted with a giggle which was quickly cut off by Javi pressing his lips roughly against yours. He tasted sweet, a mixture of alcohols lingering on his lips as he tried to control himself. It was hungry, needy even, primal in every sense of the word. But as his lips started to along your jaw, you couldn’t help the little comment that bubbled up, “I don’t trust yours. How many whores have you fucked in there? Or have you lost count?“

"How many strange men have you fucked in yours?” it was only a fair question after all. Besides that he didn’t know anything about you, besides your name and that he wanted you - badly.

“None,” you answered honestly, mildly surprised by his shocked reaction, “until tonight.”

“You’re not a-”

“No,” that you definitely were not, but you also hadn’t been with an endless slew of men either. There was something different about him though, something primal and instinctual that made you want him; need him, “you down or nah?”

“Let’s go,” he took your hand in his, in a surprisingly gentle manner, lacing his fingers through yours as he guided the two of you out of the overly crowded club. A sigh of relief left your lips as the cool air of the night hit you in the face. It was a much needed relief from the small cramped space inside.

That’s when reality hit you. You were actually going to go home with a man you barely knew. You were going to have sex with that man. The remaining logical bits of you were screaming for you to stop and reevaluate, but you were too far gone, lost to your carnal urges. You needed this, every part of your body and soul craved it. That and the growing ache and wetness between your legs were desperate for it.

He nodded in the direction of his car and you were quick to follow, complacent with him taking the lead. For as much attitude as you had given him in the club, you were definitely the opposite in the bedroom. To say you were submissive was not far off the mark.

Javier opened the door for you and you quickly jumped in, watching as he got in the driver’s side. You gave him your address and the engine roared to life as he sped off in towards your apartment. You were sure, positive rather, that he was definitely breaking several laws in his haste. Judging by the straining still going on in his pants, you could figure out why.

That’s when you got the most wicked idea. You didn’t know what possessed you or what sort of succubus suddenly inhibited your body, you found yourself reaching over, tracing your fingers along the outline of his hard on. He tensed up immediately and looked over at you with wide eyes, almost black because his pupils were so blown out with lust. It felt empowering to see what kind of a hold you already had on him. You tutted at him, a silent plea for him to keep his eyes on the road.

He peeled his eyes away from you and watched the road as you continued to tease him. Soon enough, you decided to be even bolder and undid the button of his jeans and unzipped them, when you realized he had forgone underwear completely. Of course.

You didn’t let that stop you, instead pulling out his hardened cock, trying to suppress the moan that was bubbling up at the delicious sensation. At least from the sight alone, the rumors regarding the prowess of the man and his cock were true. This was going to be an interesting time. He hissed through gritted teeth as he tried to focus on the road.

There was a devilish little smirk on your face as you spit into your palm and reached over to wrap your hand around his hardened member, which proved to be a bit of challenge. But once you were situated, you started to pumped your him, taking it slowly at first, as to not drive him completely crazy. Javier had swerved slightly at the initial contact but was doing his best to control himself. His knuckles were white from his tight grip on steering wheel.

It didn’t take long before a few beads of precum had started to dribble down his length, mixing in with your spit as you worked him towards release. Judging by the little moans that came out of his mouth he was close. That’s when you decided to pull away entirely, just to keep him on his toes.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath as he realized what your little plan was. Luckily, you reached your apartment and he parked the car, looking at you with a flushed face.

“Hmm?” you hummed innocently as you looked him directly in those honey brown eyes, “what’s wrong?”

“You’re a little minx, huh?” he as you shrugged lightly, “I’ll get you back for this. Trust me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you watched as he tucked himself back into his pants slowly, trying not to touch his throbbing member too much. He had already been hard and ready, and your little bit of fun had left him with the beginnings of that familiar tug in the very depths of stomach. And yet you had edged him entirely. He wouldn’t forget that.

As soon as you gotten out of his car, he came over to your side and pushed you against the side, needy mouth on yours in seconds as he kissed you in a bruising manner, hands going down to your ass and squeezing the soft flesh tightly in his large hands.

You moaned into his touch as his moved down to kiss along your jaw and neck, already nipping at the delicate skin. All of his actions when straight to your core as you grew exponentially wetter. Your panties were surely ruined by now and you wondered for a moment why you had bothered to wear them at all.

You would have been content to let him continue on and practically have you been then and there, when realization snapped and you remembered where you were, “Javi! Stop!”

“Why?” he was being cheeky, as brought his head back up and pressed a few kisses to your lips as he pulled you flush against him so you could feel exactly what you had done to him.

“We’re in the middle of the street,” you hissed as you looked around to make sure no one had seen you, “anyone could see!”

“As opposed to your little stunt earlier?” he asked as he smacked your ass, causing you to make a sound of surprise.

“Fair enough,” you said as he smirked at you. You wiggled out from under him and took his hand and practically ran inside. Your whole body was burning with need and you honestly didn’t know how much longer you were going to be able to take the teasing before you resorted to finishing yourself off.

But Javier was right behind you, and as soon as you opened the door and were inside, he pushed you against the door, hands on your hips as he started to push your dress up, lips grazing over every bit of your exposed skin that he could reach. He settled on your collarbones, nipping and sucking at the soft just enough so that you knew there would be marks there tomorrow.

“Jesus,” you groaned as you tried not to completely fall apart under his touch, but trying to memorize the hell of his lips on your skins. When shaky hands, you reached over and started to undo the buttons of his well fitted button up. After a few moments you grew impatient, and pulled apart the rest of the buttons and tried to throw it off of his shoulders.

His lips left yours momentarily as he chuckled and threw his shirt off and onto your floor. His tan skin was soft and enough to drive you crazy as you just how hot he was. Reaching for him and running your hands over his chest, you tried to get him as close as possible to you, “eager, huh?”

“Shut up,” you groaned at him as you subconsciously ground your lips against, aching for some sort of friction.

He smirked as he effortlessly slid your dress the rest of the way up and tossed it into a pile along with his shirt. He took a moment to look you over, soaking up the sight of your almost bare form. Beautiful.

He pulled you against him, his kisses more rushed and bruising than before as he reached behind you and unhooked your bra, and you shimmied out of it, not breaking contact with him. He immediately brought his large hands to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh before playing with your already pert nipples, rolling and pinching them between his fingers.

You didn’t bother to hold back your moans at this point. Why try? He had an effect on you like no other; the way you reacted to his every touch was evidence enough of that. And your ruined panties; you could swear you were practically dripping at this point.

Javier dropped his mouth down to your chest, mouth latching onto your nipple as he licked and sucked in it, one hand on your other breast, making sure neither was neglected.

His free hand had started to drift down to the waistband of your panties, fingers toying along your soft skin. His eyes met yours for a moment, almost as if he was searching for permission, just to make sure you were ready. You gave him an affirmative nod and he slipped his hand into your panties, drifting over your mound and down your almost obscenely wet folds. He was grinning like the devil as he looked at you from under his lashes, running a few fingers through your slick, brushing over your clit ever so slightly. Purposely, no doubt. That didn’t stop from how you reacted to his touch, practically bucking into his hand.

“So wet,” he smirked against your lips as he continued to tease you. You wanted to fight against him, to be as bratty as possible, but it wasn’t in the cards tonight. That would he for next time, if there was even was such a thing, “all for me?”

“You wish,” you managed to choke out as you practically fucked yourself against his fingers as his lips explored your breasts. But he stopped immediately at your little comment and pulled his hand away from you, leaving you to pout at him. He pulled your panties down and you kicked them off to join the pile on the floor, “Javi-”

“No more until you decide to listen and behave,” the change in his voice, suddenly commanding and gruff, sent a shiver down your spine. Yeah, you were definitely melting like jelly, “are you gonna be a good girl?”

You looked at him with wide eyes as he brought a hand to your throat and squeezed lightly. It was the perfect amount of pressure and the sensation alone had your eyes fluttering closed as you chew on your bottom lip, giving him a small nod.

“Need to hear you say it. Are you gonna be a good girl?” he tilted your face up so you were looking at him. You swallowed thickly, trying not to get too lost in those dark eyes or his hungry expression.

“Yes,” you finally replied as he ran his thumb under the bottom of your lip parting them ever so slightly. You grabbed his wrist and stopped him, instead bringing a few of his fingers into your mouth and sucking on them, earning a wide eyed expression from him. Once they were good and wet, coating with your own spit, you took his hand and slowly brought it down your body, where you desperately needed him to touch you, “I’ll be a good girl.”

“Dios mio,” to say he was surprised by your actions was putting it mildly. But it seemed to spark something new in him. He dragged his fingers through your folds, almost achingly slowly, as he circled your clit, putting the lightest bit of pressure on it. You leaned into him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing and nipping along his jaw and neck. If he was going to leave some marks on you, you were going to do the same to him.

That and the fact that there was something intoxicating about his neck that was such a turn was enough to leave you wanting to make sure everyone knew you had been there. You wondered, momentarily, if his many other lovers had done this before, but you didn’t care. The only thing that currently mattered was this moment and nothing else.

“Javi,” you moaned in his ear just when you were getting to the point where you could no longer take the slow build up. He gave in and slowly inserted a few fingers into you, keeping the pad of his thumb on your clit, “fuck.”

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked as you dropped your head and buried your face into the crook of his neck, struggling to hold back your moans. He knew what he was doing, his fingers hitting all of the right spots as you rocked against him, “come on, I want to hear all those pretty moans. Let me hear how good you feel. You like fucking yourself on my fingers?”

“Mhmm,” a moan escaped your parted lips as you decided not to hold back your sounds any longer. You kissed along his collarbone, attempting to get as close to him as possible. His erection, which you were sure was probably nearing painful for now was pressed against you. You knew, giving your current desperation that you wouldn’t last much longer, and you needed to feel him in you, “Javi, please.”

“Please what? Tell me what you need, baby,” god, he knew exactly what to say as he slowly pulled his hand away. His eyes locked onto yours as his brought his fingers to mouth and licked his fingers clean. You were sure you’d died and gone to heaven at the sight, “cat got your tongue?”

“You,” you whispered and you reached for the button of jeans to try and pulled them off again. It didn’t even phase you that the two of you hadn’t made it past your living room. You’d been so caught up in the moment that it didn’t really even matter. Javi chuckled as he eagerly watched you in your struggle to quick rid him of the last remaining article of clothing, “need you.”

Once his jeans were undone, he quickly yanked them down his toned legs and kicked them to the side, another piece added to the collection of long forgotten clothes. Without even thinking twice, you sunk down to your knees, licking your lips at the sight of his cock, precum already beading out of the tip. He was much overdue for some attention.

You wrapped a hand around his base as you licked a stripe along his length, pleased by the little sounds that reached your ears. Slowly, oh so slowly, just to tease him, you started to take him in your mouth. You sucked and licked lightly at first, just as he had done to you to earlier.

Javi slowly started to thrust his hips in time with your movements as you finally gave in and took him fully into your mouth, almost gagging as he hit the back of your throat. Something primal in him must have snapped because before you knew it, his hands were tangled in your hair as he pushed you down his length and started to fuck your mouth.

Part of you wanted to pull off of him and reprimand him, but the way he took charge was more of a turn on than anything. So you let him carry on, letting him essentially use you as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes before rolling down your cheeks. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and found his eyes closed as he gnawed on his bottom lip. Shit.

You could tell he was getting close so as his thrusts were growing sloppier and sloppier, and you massaged his balls with the hand that wasn’t gripping his thigh.

“Fuck,” he whispered quietly; you would have smirked at him if you could have. Just before he came, his stopped moving and hoisted you to your feet. You let go of his cock with a reluctant pop as he picked you up. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waste as his large hands melded with the flesh of your backside. Even the light of his touches and the friction of his hardness rubbing against your wetness had you mewling. His lips found yours and they never seemed to leave his as he started walking towards the hallway in search of your bedroom.

“End of the hall,” you told him between kisses as he took care not to drop your or smack the against the wall, “hurry.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he insisted, earning a scoff from you.

“If its going to take that much longer, I’ll just finish my-”

“No,” it was a firm command. A small sigh of content escaped your lips as he opened the door to your bedroom and laid you down on the bed. For how rough he had just been, he was surprisingly gentle; a duality that didn’t not go unappreciated. He stood over you for a few moments, drinking in the sight of you spread out for him, just like art. The small purple and blue marks that had already started appearing were just the icing on the top.

“Please,” you almost whined at him, wishing he would just take you and fuck you already, the slow build had you almost bursting, and you just wanted experience the feel of his famed cock.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” God, the way he smirked and raised an eyebrow at you was almost infuriating. You snaked a hand slowly down your torso and your towards your warm core, but he was swift and had a tight grip on your wrist almost instantly, pushing it out of his way, “am I going to have to tie you up?”

“Is that a threat?” you almost laughed, although the concept had its own appeal. You weren’t about to stop him at this point.

“It’s a promise if you don’t listen to me,” his lips made their way down your stomach as both of his hands found yours and held them at your side, his fingers laced through yours. You shivered with anticipation as he stopped just before reaching where you need him most, looking up and meeting your eyes. But before you could say another word or smart remark, his mouth found your center and your eyes shut at the feeling that flowed through your body. Warmth, nothing but warmth and desire went through every fiber of your being.

He liked a stripe up your soaked folds, taking his time to taste all of you. Your little moans were like music to his ears as he licked and sucked on your overly sensitive clit - finally. You ground your hips against his face, silently begging for more. He was working you like a starving man getting his first meal in ages, and he was determined to get every last drop.

He took one of your hands and brought it to his head; you tangled your fingers up in his dark locks, trying to get him as close to you as possible. You were close, so close, when you opened your eyes, “wait - I want to feel you inside me.”

Javi paused for a brief second, taking a moment to kiss and nip at the delicate skin of your thighs. He really was going to make sure you were marked everywhere, “you will. You can cum now, I know you’re close, chiquita. You’ve got multiple in you, right? Like a good girl?”

“Jesus,” his mouth was back on you before you could manage to say anything else. A man that knew what he was doing? A man that voluntarily ate you like it was his only job in life? A man that promised you multiple orgasms? Surely you must have ascended to get all of this.

Soon enough his fingers slipped inside you and you started seeing stars. Between the combined feel of his mouth on your clit and fingers curled up inside you and almost immediately finding your g spot, you were doomed from the start. You weren’t going last much longer, “J-Javi, ‘m close-”

“Then let go for me,” he murmured against you, the vibrations a pleasurable addition, “show me how good you feel.”

That was all you needed to hear before you pushed over the edge and finally found that sweet release that your body had been so desperately in need of. A slew of incoherent words and sentences left your mouth, as you writhed under him and Javi didn’t relent as he worked you through your orgasm. At that point you knew the rumors weren’t just rumors, they were truths; truths that would leave you singing his praises.

Once your breathing had evened out, he slowly let up, pulling back from you as he observed you in the afterglow of your release. His face was slick with your cum and juices, but he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. You sat up, and scooted over to him, putting your hands on his shoulders and bringing him down to you. His lips crashed onto yours, more a mess of teeth and tongue in your haste as you laid back down, his body on top of yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, as he hummed contently against you. Bliss. This had to be what pure bliss was.

You could feel his cock brushing against you as he kissed with urgency and hunger. Although he had just sent you to another level, you couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside you, “Javi...please.”

He knew exactly what you were saying, taking a moment to stop and kiss you gently, resting his forehead against yours. You grinned at him, running your hands down his back, raking your fingers down his warm skin. He took his cock in his hand, running it along your folds, before slowly starting to push in, making sure you were ready for him.

A small gasp escaped your lips at the delicious feeling of him finally inside you, stretching you in all the perfect ways. Javi had to stop himself from moving too fast, and not completely pound into you then and there, and buried his face in the crook of your neck, “god, you feel so good, so perfect.”

It took a moment before he bottomed out and stilled, enjoying how you felt around, holding onto him like a vice. He kissed every inch of your skin that he could reach, starting to move slowly, a moan spilling out every once in a while. You were holding him so tightly, nails scraping all over his back, surely leaving him with a reminder for the next several days. His hands were roaming all over your body, mapping every curve and contour as if he was trying to remember every bit of you.

“More,” it was like music to his years. He took it to heart as he increased his pace, bit by bit, until he was railing into you like it was a mission. The only sounds in the room were the sound of skin on skin, his grunts mixed with your moans, and the bed knocking against the wall. You worried momentarily if the bed was going to break, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the way Javi felt and the onset of your second orgasm. Surely your neighbors would be annoyed, but they could go to hell; you had listen to them go at it many times before, it was only fair that you got to experience some mindblowing sex once in a while.

Javier was close, you could feel his cock start to twitch within you as he thrust into you over and over again. He wasn’t going to last long, especially after all that teasing you had been doing.

“Where do you want it?” he asked as his hands found your breasts and started handling them roughly, pinching and rolling your nipples as his hips continued to snap into yours.

“Inside,” you met his eyes, and saw that they were almost black, a dark look in them as he realized what you said, “want to feel you cum inside me.”

“Fuck,” it was only a few more thrusts before he groaned and and stilled his hips as his seed coated your walls. It was a feeling like no other, true ecstasy as your walls clenched him and tried to get every last drop of out him. You reached your own high as he reached his, not a single coherent thought remaining. He kissed you sloppily as you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close, coming down from your collective highs, “you feel so fucking good, this pussy must be magical.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased with a laugh as he slowly started to pull out of you. You frowned slightly at the loss, already missing how he felt, but it was quickly turned upside down as you felt some of cum started to drip down your leg. Holy shit; it was a wonderful feeling, “I guess what everyone says about you is true. A man with a cock that knows how to use it.”

“Did you expect disappointment?” he raised an eyebrow as he watched you slip of bed and stretch. Between your time at the club and your animalistic sex, you were spent, and well over due for a shower. Which gave you another wicked idea...

“No,” you promised, “but I still like getting personal knowledge. Hands on experience...”

You headed towards the bathroom, stopping in the doorway and looking back at him, “I need a shower. You coming?”

He was up and at your side within a matter of seconds as you took his hand and lead him towards your bathroom. You could have sex and get clean at the same time, right? What better way to find out then hands on experience, after all.

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Tags: @thisis-theway (not tagging my regular taglist, since I know not everyone enjoys smut!)

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier peña #javier peña x reader #reader insert #narcos #narcos fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #oh yes this what you've been promised and waiting for #sooo...enjoy

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Do you have an occupational hazard? For me, it's clothes, costumes. I see people's clothes first then their faces. For eg in TFATWS, Seb's been seen wearing a leather(?) jacket in front of police line. That jacket's zipper is on the style line, and then there's something else on the centre front of the hemline. Bc the place where zipper usually goes has been shifted on the style line, the middle belt like clasp serves no purpose IMO. This is bugging me, need close up photos \_(°_°)_/

Omg nonnie - what are you doing to me?? I CAN'T unsee this now - I'm... kinda looking at all the bts photos and instead of Seb's partially floofy hair and cute smile I'm now looking at the jackets and pants he's wearing lol...

Buuut I get you, unnecessary straps and buttons and pockets that don't exist (maybe that's just in women's clothing 🙄) are frustrating and you try something on in a change room and wonder when Mad Max is happening in real life because you've got the outfit ready to go...

For me though it's continuity, I can't help it. Whatever I'm watching I just pick up on things and I'll call out - "huh - he was holding that cup in his other hand last shot - opps, now it's back in the other hand... Why is her fringe behind her ear, then not, then behind it again with each shot? Look at that clock, it was 3am, now 5:15am and back to 3:10am..." It drives my partner nuts because I can't NOT say anything ...

And through all of this talk about costumes, my imagination started to run off - and although you didn't request it, my brain churned out this little Stucky drabble...

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Steve pushed Bucky up against the wall, his hands searching, slithering down Bucky's torso until fingers almost brushed his waistband and the hardness below, but Steve didn't go any further, instead he pulled back, eyes questioning and Bucky growled.

"What gives Rogers?"

"Just..." Steve hesitated and looked down at Bucky's chest, "your zip is not aligned, which is strange enough. I mean what's wrong with a middle zip? But you've also got this weird buckle thing. It's not centred, just hanging out on the left. Does it even do up?"

Bucky hissed through his teeth, "are you serious?"

"I'm sorry, it's just distracting that's all." Steve exclaimed.

Bucky let out an exaggerated annoyed breath and pulled Steve in for another kiss, tongue pushing into his hot and needy mouth, trying not to be overly fond at how adorable Steve was when he was confused and questioning things.

They didn't have much time together, and Bucky wanted to utilise what they had. Since Steve had come back after replacing the stones, handing the shield to Sam and stepped in to be the liaison between the world's superheros and politicians, it was hard to line up time alone.

Just as Bucky started to lose his patience and grab Steve's hand to place it exactly where he wanted it, Steve pulled back again.

"And these straps right here, across your chest, but only halfway - what purpose do they serve?"

"Really?"

"Actually... yes, really - I'm curious."

And Steve took an actual step back, out of Bucky's space and he could feel the expression on his face form one of disbelief. Was Steve for real? Was he really wasting their time talking about clothes?

"Right, you want to know? So the straps come off so I can tie you down and the buckle detaches and will fit snugly against your mouth to shut you up for once."

"Wha?" Steve's eyes darkened and glazed over as his breathing started to come in sharper.

Bucky took the momentary lapse of Steve speaking to step forward, pressing their bodies against each other again, feeling that Steve was very interested in the idea of being tied down.

"You done talking about my jacket?"

Steve nodded, but then whispered against his mouth, "is it blue or black though?"

Bucky spun Steve so he slammed against the wall and took what he wanted, taking charge. "You're such a jerk."

Steve's grin was sunshine and heat and as Bucky shrugged off his jacket, he may have momentarily thought about looking closer at what he purchased for his wardrobe.

But not right now he wouldn't, he had a smart mouthed punk to take care of.

#nonnie is once again asking the hard questions!#stucky #mywriting #drabble #costumes and clothes in general are strange now days #kalee answers #steve x bucky

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meganshinsou-tm · 4 years

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I have an insane thirst for smut with CI Kirishima in the back of his truck🥵

♚Crimson|Ink [Backseat Loving] Drabble

♚ pairing: Crimson|Ink Kiri x Reader

♚ author comments: Oh I literally gasped - oh my god I can’t believe I never thought of this!!! thank you! 😭 okay here we go!

♚ cw/tw: unprotected sex, backseat sex, trickster kiri, nipple/tit play, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, probably hints of size kink, most def kiri got a kink for you wearing his clothes

☛ Obviously happens during a shop run! Deku was supposed to go with you but Kiri had other plans in mind and nearly knocked the poor dude over in his excitement to volunteer for him.

☛ “Oh Deku actually can’t go, he’s got some things to do here so I’ll just go with you little one.”

☛Deku has a confused look on his face and goes to protest but Kiri very obviously elbows him in the ribs and nearly makes Deku topple over from the power behind it. So Kiri forgets his own strength sometimes, sue him.

☛ The message comes across clearly to Deku then and he just scratches the back of his neck and chuckles through the pain. “I - I do actually, so yeah Ei should go with you.”

☛You really don’t care who goes you just know you need to go now because sooner or later you’re going to be very hungry and shop runs are always your favorite cause it means going out for lunch. And the honorary shopping buddy that tags along always pays, thems just the rules.

☛Half an hour later you and Kiri have made two stops and your stomach starts to growl. Kirishima laughs and looks over at you apparently dying of starvation in the passenger seat. He suggests trying out a new place that just opened and you are all game for it. You don’t care, food is food and you want it now!

☛On the way though, Kiri pulls over in the middle of nowhere. He claims that the tire light went off and he needs to get out real quick to check it. You nod and go back to playing on your phone, more than happy to stay inside the warm truck.

☛A few minutes later he’s back but ends up crawling into the backseat. You turn in the front passenger seat to watch as he seems to search around the back for something.

☛“What are you looking for Ei?”

- Kiri pouts a little before looking at you and shrugs. “I usually keep a small gauge back her for checking the tire pressure but I can’t find it. It may have been kicked under your seat actually, do you mind reaching back here and looking. You’re much smaller than me, I can barely move around much as it is back it.”

☛Without question you unbuckle your seat belt and go to do as asked of you. But the moment your top half is over the console and you go to start searching, Kirishima grabs your wrist and halts you.

☛You grunt and try to pry yourself free but Kiri only chuckles and is grinning at you dangerously. Eyes narrow at him and you ask what is going on and he only looks away from you and back towards the front. You follow and grit your teeth when you realize that the dashboard is free of any maintenance lights.

☛“Eijirou Kirishima, what the fuck!”

☛ The entire thing was a rouse that Kirishima very quickly came up with in order to get you right where he wanted you. Which was in the backseat of his truck and straddling his lap. It doesn’t take much effort for Kirishima to make it happen which goes over almost without incident. In the midst of him hauling you into his lap and you not being prepared for it, you do manage to knock heads together but thankfully it isn’t with much force.

☛ You whine his name, hands pounding at his chest in annoyance and a pout on your lips. “Ei I’m hungry!”

☛“I know baby, I know,” he coo’s very sweetly with the added bonus of his very large hands grabbing your hips in order to pull you closer to him. “Just give me a couple minutes with you, be a good girl for me and I’ll take you anywhere you wanna eat.”

☛“That much is a fucking given, but why,” you questioned breathlessly once Kirishima’s mouth is upon your neck and kissing softly but biting roughly. “What’s gotten into you?”

☛Kirishima shakes his head in the crook of your neck as his hands dip under the giant sweater you’re wearing - his sweater. The thing swallows you and hangs to your thighs. The arms of it are so long it gives you sweater paws and the neck of it just barely exposes your beautiful throat that will soon be covered in his marks.

☛He never pegged himself for having this sort of fetish, if you can even call it that, over you wearing his clothes. But the way you look, the way you look even smaller and sweeter in them, had been driving him crazy since you first put the damn thing on that morning at home. Kirishima thought he could chill out about it, thought it was just some weird fascination he had over it or extreme case of adoration but the longer the day went on and the more he focused on how the sweater looked on you. the more it drove him mad and crazy horny.

☛All Kiri wanted to do was to fuck you in nothing but this sweater - was that too much to ask?

☛“I’ve just been dying to get you alone all day and I found a window so I went with it,” he replied with a growl as his hands cupped and squeezed your breasts under the sweater. You let out a needy moan and let your head hang to the side in order to allow more access for Kiri.

☛“You’re just so fucking adorable wearing this. So small and soft, sweet and so so precious. I don’t know why but seeing you in my sweater and having you like this, it’s fucking me up little one and I just need to get this out of my system is all. Is that okay with you baby?”

☛“Yes sir,” is all you manage and Kirishima is on you more than he already is.

☛ You gasp when sharp teeth bite hard at your neck and hardened hands are shredding the bra that’s keeping Kirishima from having more fun with your breasts. The little display of strength doesn’t fall to make you wet between the legs and rut against the growing erection underneath you.

☛The sweater gets pushed up and out of the way so that Kirishima can take one of your nipples into his mouth while his fingers tease at the other. Both hands knead at the thick warm flesh and very quickly you’re panting and rolling your hips like crazy against him.

☛You whine and pout about how your jeans are pissing you off but Kiri doesn’t stop what he’s doing. Instead he alternates his mouth back and forth, sucking and biting at your nipples until they’re overly sensitive and you’re almost recoiling from his touch to them. It’s only then that Kiri stops and goes about removing your jeans in the small space.

☛Once they’re off, he undoes his own and pushing them down until they rest at his feet on the floor. His cock is so hard it almost hurts and you lick your lips at the sight of pre-cum beading at the head of it.

☛Kirishima would love more than anything to have you between his knees and trying your hardest to take him down your throat but that can come another time. Right now he has one goal and its to have you ride him while wearing his sweater.

☛You don’t waste anymore time with foreplay, you’re wet enough from his torture on your breasts that there’s no need for spit. And just as he did with your bra, Kirishima takes it upon himself to rip your panties to shred too.

☛“You ass, I need panties especially with the amount of cum that monster likes to produce!”

☛Kirishima groans and kisses you roughly, lifting your hips with ease before setting them back down slowly and lowering you onto his cock. You moan into his mouth and pull away to look at him with a instant fucked out expression. It tends to happen when your boyfriend has a cock with the thickness of a god damn soda can that is also pierced in multiple places.

☛“You know I kind of like the thought of you walking back into the shop with my cum leaking out of you and staining those jeans,” Kiri groans as he starts to buck his hips up, sinking his cock deeper inside of you. “But don’t worry that cute little face, just keep my sweater on and it’ll hide that. It’ll be our secret, okay little one?”

#crimson ink #crimson ink hc #crimson ink asks #kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Smut #18+ only #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #drabble #tattoo shop au #hitmen au

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lovelyrhink · 4 years

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i’ll try everything once

a few years after graduating college, rhett and link explore an everlasting playfulness through their mid-twenties. it’s late into the evening, at house party down the street, when rhett starts giving link eyes like he’s never before.

they’re roommates in a ‘burban house with two other guys, but as they sit across from each other now, they’re surrounded by a ring of ten. music pulses low under the hum of drunken murmurings, and the space feels loose and comfortable like it does when men treat each other like brothers. link sips his ~nth beer, sets his gaze on rhett, and studies him in a manner anything but.

he’s laughing, nudging the guys next to him. his thighs are splashed with beer and link admires how pink his face gets when he’s pissed, sloppy-happy. all but link slip into a curious and slurry dialogue, and he stays quiet as the guys start talking about drugs. someone asks if anyone’s tried coke, or acid, and some of link’s friends titter a positive, offering their stories. it goes like that, guys telling each other what and what not to take, planning dates for mushroom trips.

the party teases into the night, bypassing a drunken truth-or-dare with a biting, we’re not teenage girls! someone rolls a joint, and after two rounds of puff-n-pass, one of the twelve asks another question. link likes him. noah, he thinks, the noah that’s nice and a little bit shy. when he asks, “would you ever suck a dick for drugs? or money?” link’s belly lurches.

that’s when rhett says it. he pipes up, “i’ll try everything once,” and over-emphasizes a wink. the two on his sides shove him, but a few of the other laughing boys nod or shrug. rhett’s laughing, too, a beautiful sound to match the pretty of his face. his cute little teeth flash an unabashed confidence, but then he fixes his eyes on link. he sits up goes a little softer in the brows.

link’s breath catches at the strange mischief in his face, but it’s his cock that twitches when rhett wraps his lips on the head of his beer, unwavering stare. he lingers as he sips, keeping his eyes on link as heat floods through the boy at the receiving end. rhett finishes his bottle and alerts the boys for another round, leaving link fizzling. link swallows the lump in his throat and blinks, stupid.

after the party, link offers the tipsy confession that rhett had charmed everyone at the kickback. you had everyone whipped, link says, and you look good. he always looks good in red, link thinks. matches the redness of his lips. rhett grins, slaps a thank you into link’s shoulder. they’re too drunk to say anything else as they stumble the streets under a warm june night, back to their house and straight into bed. link doesn’t dream, but thinks rhett’s mouth one.

fortunately, their hangover isn’t as bad as it should be, and they recover quickly and return to work. they go off independently in the morning, but when they’re both back in the house after five, rhett starts acting... weird. he sidles up to link in the kitchen and hip-checks him. he buys them beer for no reason and starts playin’ like he’s got an inside joke with himself. he’s cheeky, sneaky, and link catches his eyes go soft and dark like they do often over the following days.

rhett says naught else, but gives link the same weird look when they meet at the fridge at midnight and he goes for a frozen butterfinger. again, link’s body flushes with confused heat, simmering into the tingles he’s felt for rhett all his life. he grabs a pint of peanut butter chunk ice cream and makes his escape as he mutters, “why are you looking at me like that?” knowing for sure rhett won’t answer. it’s another few days before rhett does it again. with a banana.

link huffs. he hates this, even if his body doesn’t. rhett’s a joker, a prankster, and link can’t let his lifelong crush drown him in lust just cuz rhett’s lips look really good when he puts them on something. link ignores him, but the time after that, rhett’s insistent. he leans in the doorway of link’s bedroom, tells him that richard and gregg are still out at the show, and gives link the look™

“okay,” link grunts. the teasing has made him tense and just a bit irked. rhett’s put something in him that he can’t jerk out, and it eats him up.

rhett cocks his head, admires link’s devotion to his magazine. it goes quiet, and rhett comes farther into the room and shuts the door. link’s feet are up on his desk, but his eyes are down. he can’t look at rhett anymore, not when his hips are swaggering like that, eyes on link. he’ll dent his magazine if he does.

“stay curious,” rhett states. “that’s what i say. i consider myself a pretty curious guy, you know that.” goddamn his sexy smirk. “and i’m always up for a challenge. if i could take on every unanswered question of the universe, i would, even if i had to make up the solution. i’m pretty flexible that way.”

link says nothing, so rhett pouts and kicks him. link snarls and sets his magazine aside. rhett’s arms are folded so link mirrors him. “what are you even talking about? leave me alone.”

rhett shrugs, twist in his hips, and link takes his feet off the desk. he goes far from rhett at the other side of the room, but rhett follows. he’s got something in mind, link’s body knows it, but link’s slow and keyed-up and again, stupid. he turns and lets rhett consume him with his handsome features and indiscernible expression. rhett looks like he needs to say something, so link prompts, “well?”

“you know how kasey dumped me a few weeks ago?”

“sure.”

“she said i was distracted. like i got bored of her and didn’t want her.”

link doesn’t respond. he hates this whole conversation. rhett waits, then commands him silently. link sighs, defeated. “did you?”

rhett shrugs again.

ugh! this man is infuriating! link’s body temp rises and he breathes through his nose in frustration. without a clue of what’s to come, link closes his eyes and grunts, “do you need somethin’ from me, or...?”

“wanna try suckin’ a dick. actually, wanna try suckin’ your dick.”

critical hit! link stumbles back and bumps into the foot of the bed. his whole body goes red-hot, and he flutters his eyes as he replays the last few seconds, rhett’s filthy little grin and the pop of tongue in his cheek. link swallows the tightness in his throat, yet it does nothing as he squeaks out a, “what?!”

“you heard me.” the teasing flirtation in his face twists into a deepening lust, and he takes a few steps towards link.

link stays fixed, trying to un-hear what his dick is throbbing to live out. rhett comes close enough for link feel his warmth and he backs into whatever is behind him, hot and trembling, effectively wigging out. rhett puts his mouth close to link’s ear but doesn’t touch him. “can i suck you? please?”

attraction thrumming in a huge rolling wave of heat, link’s body cries out for him, “yes!” and rhett grabs him by the waist.

rhett kisses link’s mouth once to try it, then pulls back and does the same to every inch of him. a smooch everywhere there’s never been one, from link’s neck to his pecs and ribs, over his soft t-shirt and down his belly, nuzzling into his torso. link’s dumbstruck, gripping onto the foot of the bed behind him, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on his breathing, calm and shallow.

when rhett yoinks link’s shirt up and does the same to his bare skin, scraping his beardy mouth along link’s clavicle, link fizzles and his knees go weak. rhett makes quick work of suckin’ on his nipples and link eeks out a helpless, whimpery noise. he moves down to gnaw sloppy kisses on link’s jutting hipbones, and link’s cock weeps. the feeling overwhelms - the scrappy beard that rhett’s been growing out, his soft and plush little mouth, his teasing tongue. wanting to be admired, rhett taps link’s hip to get his attention.

rhett’s hunched over to get his mouth near link’s belly and his eyes are darker than they’ve ever been. his cheeks are stained rose pink and his eyebrows are creased like he’s withholding something deeply aroused inside. link’s mouth is dry at the sight: rhett’s handsome face next to the tautest erection he’s ever had. wasting no time, rhett tugs at link’s basketball shorts and reveals it.

link winces at the feeling of himself exposed, but keeps his gaze down as rhett looks at it with those same soft eyes, then grabs it with little fear and starts workin’ it and jerkin’ it however he pleases. link digs his nails into his wooden lifeline and leans all his weight. his thighs trembling into numbness, his whole body hot and weak and wanting. bold now, he watches rhett and snaps,

“come on, put it in your mouth.”

rhett chuckles, “you want it,” and obeys his roommate’s gruff demand.

“fuck!” link shouts when rhett sinks his mouth. he sucks the pink head of link’s cock into his even pinker mouth, pillowy lips parting in a round ‘O’ around the thickness. he’s gone, but then lust sends him to hell when rhett grabs him by the hips, pins him back against the bed frame behind him, and starts suckin’.

eyes squeezed shut once again, link lets rhett learn everything he can from his cock. how to cup his balls and bite his thighs, how to tease the head with his pointy tongue, and how to hollow his gaunt cheeks, really sucking on link for all he has. delirious, link doesn’t know how long rhett’s been on him. he’s sweaty in his crumpled shirt and his thighs are prickled with gooseflesh, he’s overly warm and the hot wet suction on his cock sending shivers through every nerve.

when rhett pulls off, his words sound thick with cream. “look at me.”

link looks, and rhett’s eyes shine like the devil’s pool of tar. his perfect brows are knit and his cheeks are flush. the beard is slick and his posture has curled in on itself, one hand disappearing between his legs. he looks horny, feels needy on link’s cock, and link ventures one trembling hand to cup his face.

“thanks for lettin’ me do this,” he purrs. “been achin’ for awhile.” link pushes his thumb into rhett’s lip as he sinks his perfect mouth again, finishing him off.

#rhink #headcanons #hnnnng more playful!rhett #and more of his mouth #this is giving me appa's 'experiments' vibes #love bein inspired by this fandom

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tobin-heaths · 4 years

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Steamy (NSFW)

request: Maybe something involving steamy, rough shower sex and biting to keep quiet to not get caught. Top Hope, stong goalie gf basically pinning R against the shower wall and ravishing her.(It can be in a shared hotel room or locker room after practice) they almost get caught but Hope doesn't stop, even teases reader and speaking erotically/dirty.

pairing: Hope Solo x Reader

words: 1612

Panting you hurried into the locker room and slammed the door shut, leaning against it you tried your hardest to calm down.

You were so turned on, your panties probably a wet mess, your legs shaking and your face was flushed.

To anyone else it appeared like you were overly exhausted from training but no, oh no, Hope and you knew that wasn't true.

Your eyes scanned the room, luckily most of the players have already left. You had stayed behind to wait for Hope since you would be leaving together anyways.

Closing your eyes you thought back to the moment just a second ago.

"You know you're pretty obvious right?" Abby walked up to you resting comfortably on the grass.

"Jesus, you scared the crap outta me." Your body twitched in surprise, one hand grabbing your left chest area.

"Stop being so dramatic," She laughed and sat down next to you. "What's going on here, lil one?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh really? So you're telling me I didn't just catch you undressing Hope from all the way over here?" Abby looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a huge smirk.

"Oh my god, can you stop," You groaned in embarrassment. "I did not undress her with my eyes." You protested.

Your eyes wandered back over to where Hope was currently taking a small break sipping from her water as Ash went to work.

"It's happening again, love bird," She said and giggled. "I'll leave you to it." Abby stood up patting your shoulder as a goodbye and walked over to Carli and Becky.

And yes, you were ogling Hope because why wouldn't you? She was wearing one of her tank tops, her muscular arms on display.

There was so much happening that at one point it got too much for your poor gay brain.

Hope's arms flexed delightedly, her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, her big gloved hands catching the ball any chance she got.

It made you think about what her hands and arms are capable of, wether that might be soccer or anything else.

Alyssa was shooting the ball and Hope was diving left and right, her groans whenever she hit the ground music to your ears.

Your poor body was tensed, your balled fists grabbing the grass roughly, as if that could ever save you.

Damn her, why did she have to wear a top and shorts today? She might as well play naked then.

You didn't know what was going on but everything Hope did seemed to turn you on today. You swallowed hard and tried to calm your nerves.

Unbeknownst to you Hope knew about the effect she had on you, thoroughly enjoying it. It was easy for her to catch you checking her out, any other player could easily see that.

Hope used that chance and teased you to no end, groaning twice as loud and much every time she fell, flexing her arms, lifting up her top to look at her stomach abs. The list was endless.

You wanted to run away, back to safety, away from your dirty thoughts but your body was glued to the grass.

Hope seemed to be done with her training now, high-fiving Ash and Alyssa she began walking in your direction, a bottle of water in one hand and her gloves in the other.

Her predatory grin and that mischievous glint in her eye told you she knew all about it, a promise of what was to come once she gets you alone.

With eyes wide open and cheeks flushed you quickly scrambled off the ground and ran back to the locker room.

Feeling relieved that you were alone you dropped your cleats and went into the bathroom to take a cold shower.

You knew Hope would arrive sooner or later and then it would be over and done for you but you couldn't stand to wait any longer, like you were hiding from a predator, just waiting to get pounced on.

Taking off all your clothes you stepped under the ice cold water, goosebumps rising along your skin, from your shoulders to your legs.

The feeling was refreshing but also not really helping at all.

You pressed both hands against the tiled wall and held your head under the water. "Decided to take a shower without me? That's not very kind, is it, babygirl?"

Hope's voice and sudden presence behind you startled you, wanting to turn around to face her but she wouldn't let you. Her naked, strong body roughly shoved you against the wall and held your arms behind your back.

You groaned as your cheek made contact the tiles.

"Say, baby. Did you get all hot and bothered watching me work out?" She asked with a grin you weren't able to see.

"Uhhh– I- no, not exactly." You lied, mentally slapping yourself for such a cheap lie.

Hope chuckled and swept the wet hair away from your neck, pressing her lips to your cold skin, delicately kissing it with her lips until she reached your ear, smiling as you whimpered.

"Do you know what I think though? I think you're so turned on you had to run away from me." She whispered into your ear.

At the same time one hand went around to the front of your body and between your slightly spread thighs, easily finding the wetness that was collecting in between.

You held a desperate moan back and pushed into her body.

"I've been waiting for this all day." She said and roughly kneaded your ass, even spanking it.

"Hope, please. Don't tease." You begged and closed your eyes in pleasure.

Staying quiet she placed one hand on your hips and the other went back in between your legs to circle your needy clit.

The feeling was overwhelming, Hope and you hadn't been able to fuck for the last week, so all your pent up horny emotions made this twice as good. Your hands clawed the wall, anything to not get swallowed by the intense pleasure.

Her rough goalie hand kneaded one of your breasts, flicking and twisting your nipple until it hurt, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your pussy.

"Yes, just like that! Don't stop!" You moaned, throwing your head back against her shoulder.

Hope smirked and enjoyed having you at her mercy in such a public space, secretly hoping someone would walk in and just catch the two of you. She loved to show you off, no shame in that.

True to that the door to the locker room opened and her hand quickly covered your mouth. "That was a great practice. Can't wait to get back to the room though, my legs are killing me." Your eyes widened as you heard the voice of Carli and what had to be Abby's laugh.

Footsteps seemed to grow closer and you started struggling against Hope as she didn't seem to slow her movements down, no, she only doubled her effort and inserted two fingers into your wet heat.

You cried out against her palm and rocked against her hand as much as you could without your legs giving out. Luckily Hope had you trapped in between herself and the wall.

"That's right baby, moan for me." She whispered and fucked you roughly. Oh how she enjoyed this.

The moment Abby heard one of them showers running and seeing that pile of clothes in front of it, it was clear what was actually happening and so she made sure to drag Carli out as soon as possible.

You couldn't lie, getting fucked in shower by freaking Hope Solo while there were other people in the room had you insanely turned on.

Her fingers hit your sweet spot repeatedly with the right amount of pressure. "Hope!" Her hand muffled your small scream of pleasure.

"What's the matter baby? Like getting fucked in the open like this? Where everybody could easily see what a little slut you are?" She laughed and removed her hand when it was clear that they had left the room.

Her hands turned you around and slammed you back into the wall while she wrapped one of your legs around her waist.

Wasting no time she shoved her fingers back into your pussy and rubbed your clit with her thumb.

Your mouth hung open, your eyes rolling back into your head as she hit your g-spot and simultaneously bit your neck, rolling her tongue over the faint marks that would for sure take the form of a big hickey later on.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" She asked and wrapped her hand around your throat as you nodded, not able to form any words.

She quickened her pace and it didn't take long for you to reach an orgasm.

A few more rubs on your swollen clit and the hand around your neck that was stopping the blood flow to your brain made you tense up, your head falling onto her shoulder and biting it to muffle your loud scream as you finally climaxed.

"That's it baby. Good job! You looked so pretty coming for me like that." She praised you, pressing her lips onto yours.

Turning the water from cold to warm she picked you up and placed both of your legs around her middle, holding your ass and letting you warm up for a second.

"That was- intense." You said, taking a minute to get your breathing back to normal.

"It was. You know Abby caught us, right? She'll tease us relentlessly for the next week." Both of you giggled at that.

"It was worth it."

#hope solo imagines #uswnt imagines #hope solo #uswnt

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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More Than Words (Three)

We meet Logan (Movie-verse Wolverine!) in this chapter and our boys do the Awkward Dance of Not Being Able to Bone Yet. Plus a little Clint/Logan softness at the end because I love them.

Quick note: for the sake of this fic, *Victor/Sabretooth* is also movieverse, and is just as awful as he was in the Xmen Origins: Wolverine movie.

MTW MASTERLIST HERE

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Chopping wood was therapeutic.

The repetitive motion, the rhythm of lift and swing, lift and swing, the strain of muscles that gave way to a satisfying sort of burn, and the gratifying crack of a perfectly split log.

It was a productive chore, a much needed chore, a necessity that could be done every single day for a year and still be on the to-do list the very next day. Dead trees had to be cleared so nothing could fall and crush the cabin, the woodshed filled and kindling box stocked so the fire wouldn’t go out on the cold nights.

Chopping wood was therapeutic, productive and necessary, and right now it was the only thing keeping Wade from wasting the morning by sitting inside the cabin and watching Peter sleep.

Wade hadn’t slept at all last night. He’d sat up by the fire and listened to the Omega’s sleepy sighs, clenched his fists when Peter had dreamed and that perfectly pert nose had scrunched in distress. Peter woke up at one point, stretching and yawning before sending Wade a sweet if not dazed smile and promptly dropping back to sleep.

Wade had scrubbed his hands over his face, counted backwards from about a billion and when that wasn’t enough to convince him not to just climb right in bed with the Omega and cuddle him close, Wade had bolted out the front door to start the morning a chores a full three hours early.

Keep it together, Wilson.

“You smell stupid this morning, Wilson.” A sudden scent of bittersweet and almost feral, and Wade paused mid way through a swing. “Stupider than usual, anyway.”

“Logan.” With a reluctant half smile, Wade adjusted his stance so he could see the dangerous Omega. “What brings you around?”

“Not gonna comment on your scent, huh?” Logan was the sort of Omega that made Alphas reconsider exactly how Alpha they were feeling, his deep voice perpetually grumpy, the usual sweet Omega scent tinted wild enough to make even Betas uneasy. Even now as he teased Wade, Logan looked and sounded all of two seconds from rage and it was only years and years of shared history and hard earned trust that kept Wade from growling as Logan sauntered closer. “Glad to see we can agree on one thing at least. You smell stupid.”

“We’d agree on lots of things if you weren’t such a prick.” Wade was careful not to turn his back on Logan, but he continued splitting logs. “What’r’you doing up here? We’re not exactly neighbors, so why are you wandering around my part of th’mountain?”

“I was at the falls looking for Victor.” Logan whistled sharply towards the woods, and Wade startled as a canine nearly as high as his waist trotted out of the trees and flopped in a graceless heap by Logan’s feet, chin on his paws, ears perked up in interest. “Picked this pooch up along the way.”

“Pooch.” Wade eyed the beast, noting the size of it’s paws and color of it’s coat. “You mean wolf. Why were you looking for Victor at the falls with a wolf?”

“Border town up the way has chalked up six bodies in the past month.” Logan began gathering pieces as Wade tossed them aside, stacking them in his arms and carrying the pile to the woodshed. “Two different ranchers, one’a their wives and a whole posse of law enforcement types.”

Wade clenched his jaw. “Sounds like the type of trouble your brother likes to cause.”

“Probably got caught stealing and killed the ranchers, then the lawmen that came after him.” Logan’s tone didn’t change, but his scent wrinkled sadness for a second or two. “I went up there to check, try and bring him back, but he was gone by the time I made it.”

“How long’s it been since you seen Victor?” Wade hefted another log up onto his splitting bench. “Palmito, right? End of the war? Seven years is a long time, Logan. You know damn well if Victor doesn’t want to be found, he’ll just disappear into the woods.”

“Well I’m gonna find him anyway.” Logan scratched the wolf pup behind it’s ear and went back to collecting wood. “He needs to pay for what he did. Not just in that town, but for his war crimes too.”

“War makes animals of us all.” Wade slanted a sideways glance at the Omega. “And when you got states fighting against each other, families on opposite sides-- that tears people up. You and Victor know better than most how easy it is to slip feral when the air reeks like blood. Victor was a little outta control but--”

“Just cos we’re animals don’t mean we gotta be wild.” Logan interrupted. “M’good at what I do, and what I do ain’t all that nice but Victor lost it. Killed just for the sake of spilling’ blood, tore up families and the sorta people that had no business being hurt. Innocent people. He’s gotta be brought to justice for that.”

“And you’re gonna bring him to justice?” Wade wrestled another log up onto the bench. “You think he’s gonna let you bring him in?”

“If I can find him, I’ll have to kill him.” The Omega said evenly. “Victor isn’t gonna let some Sheriff hold him in a cell, and he’s not allowed in Haven so that isn’t an option either. If I want this to stop, I’ll have to kill him.”

“Yeah?” Wade adjusted his grip on the ax and raised his eyebrows. “What does your Alpha have to say about that?”

“My Alpha.” Finally a real smile from the Omega, Logan’s always brittle scent warming at the mention of his mate. “Clint just wants a chance to drop Victor’s pieces off a cliff.”

“Still mad about Victor coming after him when he heard you two mated?”

“Still missing feathers from it.” Logan confirmed, then leaned in and blatantly sniffed at Wade, nostrils flaring and eyes narrowing. “I wasn’t kidding about you smelling stupid, Wade. What do you scent like? What have you gotten in to?”

“Easy with the nose.” Wade pushed Logan away with a huff. “I don’t smell like any--”

“It’s an Omega.” Logan realized, ignoring Wade’s push to get right back into the Alpha’s space and take a deeper inhale. “An Omega and-- and Cable. You scent like an Omega and Cable. What is that? You been messing with that time jumping bastard?”

“I haven’t been messing with Cable.” Wade shot a quick look towards the cabin door. “But I uh, I found someone in the woods real early the other morning. Looked like he’d been dropped outta the sky and left for dead so I put him in the cabin to sleep it off.”

“You put an Omega in the cabin to sleep it off.” Logan repeated. “An Omega that tangled with Cable and ended up alone in the woods. What in the hell are you thinking? For all you know, Cable could be trying to kill them for some future time traveling reason. Hell, that could be Cable’s mate and he’s gonna come back and kill you for interfering.”

“He could come back and try to kill me.” Wade deadpanned. “And the Omega isn’t Cable’s mate or anything like that, I checked. He’s just as confused about all this as I am. No idea why he ended up here.”

“Cable isn’t the type to mess with Omegas and he’s definitely not the type to teleport them random places, trust me, I’ve asked him to try it with me.” Logan lit one of his ever present cigars and puffed a rings of smoke towards Wade. “Where’s the Omega from?”

“More like when is he from.” Wade was hard pressed not to laugh when the Omega’s bushy eye brows flew towards his forehead. “Yeah. Cable found him some hundred and fifty years in the future, dropped his ass back here for some reason.”

“On accident?”

“Pretty sure he didn’t mean to leave the kid alone in the woods at dawn.” Wade shrugged, trying to play off the wiggle of unease skittering down his spine.

He didn’t want anyone else knowing about Peter, not yet anyway. Logan was a good guy, stable in his bond with his Alpha Clint, but he was still going to ask questions, and questions meant other people would get involved and Wade wasn’t ready to share the Omega with anyone.

Not that Peter was his Omega to hide away, but the thought of other people knowing still made something uncomfortable twist in Wade’s stomach.

“So you got an Omega locked away in there who’s a hundred and fifty years away from where he belongs, and you have no idea why Cable left him.” Logan squinted at the Alpha. “You talked to Doc Banner about it yet, or had him check the Omega out?”

“Nope.” Wade’s next chop was more aggressive than it needed to be, the log splintering beneath the blow. “Not yet. Pete’s still sleeping and I gotta get some meat put away for the winter before I can get to town. Conversation with Doc Banner will have to wait.”

“I can take him.” Logan pointed out. “I’m on my way down the mountain right now. I can get through town and drop the kid off with Banner before heading home. Go wake him up and tell him to--”

Wade snarled, low and startlingly vicious and Logan stopped mid sentence, a knowing light in his eyes. “Oh...I see.”

“You don’t see anything.” Another overly aggressive swing and Logan dodged a few flying shards. “Peter’s not going with you. I’m not waking him up until he’s got enough rest, and he’s not going with you. He’ll go to town with me when I’m good and ready.”

“Hm.” Logan bent to pick up the shattered pieces, tossing anything salvageable into the kindling box. “It’s not a real scent match, you know that right?”

Wade white-knuckled the ax and willed his voice steady. “I dunno what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.” Logan’s blase statement made Wade almost irrationally angry and when it bled hot into his scent, the big Omega held up both hands peacefully. “You know damn well an Omega so far outta their reality will scent desperate and needy and that’s why you’re acting so possessive. Happens every time someone new comes to Haven, every Alpha in town starts getting crazy for a while. You are not a scent match with Peter, it’s just cos of the situation. You know that.”

“I know what I know.” Wade bit at the inside of his cheek until it tore and he tasted blood, hoping the pain would keep him centered, keep him from flying off the handle and roaring at the Omega for daring to suggest he and Pete weren’t scent matched.

Logan was being rational about all of this in a way Wade was physically incapable of right now, and he should be grateful to his friend for pointing it out.

He should be grateful instead of letting his vision tinge red at the mere suggestion that his Omega the Omega Peter wasn’t meant to be his.

But Peter was meant to be his. Just met or not, accident or not, Cable’s influence or not, their scents matched and Peter had admitted to knowing him. Peter was meant to be his.

Mine.

Omega.

“Wade.” Logan said quietly, and then sharper when the Alpha tensed and started to growl. “Wade! Snap out of it! Clear your head and listen! You can’t go all Alpha on the kid when he’s--”

Logan’s voice trailed off, his head cocking in interest and Wade knew without turning around that Peter had woken up and come outside. “--when he’s-- holy shit, Wade. Is that him? Is that Peter?”

“Yep.” Wade closed his eyes and breathed in deep, a shudder running through him as he caught the sweetest edge of lavender and honeysuckle in the morning air. “That’s him.”

“Wow.” Logan moved around Wade to go towards the Omega, but Wade caught his arm and squeezed hard with a deadly warning of, “Don’t you dare. Not before I’ve seen him.”

“...Fair enough.” Logan wasn’t an Omega that backed down from anything, but he backed down now, folding his arms and averting his eyes until Wade stopped growling. “But I want to talk to him, Omega to Omega. Understand?”

“Give us a minute.” Wade said gruffly and Logan nodded in agreement.

Fuckin’ interesting is what it was, the way the Omega relaxed immediately as Wade approached, the way Wade’s entire frame softened when Peter turned his direction.

A quiet, “Good morning.” from the Omega echoed in a near rumble from Wade. Peter’s hands stuffed into his pockets even though his entire body angled towards Wad while the Alpha was holding himself still even though he was practically straining to lean close and scent the Omega. Peter’s head was paused in an awkward posture of not quite submission while Wade’s shoulders were slumped in an attempt of comfort versus dominance, both wanting to be close, neither letting themselves be near.

A truly scent matched pair was almost always touching if they were in the same space, and it was almost physically painful to watch Peter and Wade try not to touch when it clear they needed to be together. They stood too close to be casual, too far away to be intimate and it was painful.

And when Logan closed his eyes and stretched his senses, tapped into the part of himself that borderline animal and breathed, he could almost taste the way honeysuckle and black licorice wove together, lavender and cedar wound into a single heady scent.

“Not a side effect of the circumstance, then.” Logan muttered in disbelief. “Would you look at that.”

Closer to the cabin, Peter peeked over Wade’s shoulder to sneak a look at the Omega by the woodpile. “Who is that? Is he really an Omega? I’ve never seen an Omega so big.”

“That’s Logan.” Wade started to reach for Peter and then let his hand fall away. “Old friend of mine, and yes he’s really an Omega. Every bit as big as any Alpha you’re gonna run in to and just as dangerous too. Be careful. I trust him, but you need to be careful.”

“Dangerous?” Peter bit at his lip, playing with the edge of his shirt nervously. “Why is he dangerous?”

“My mutation keeps me about half way to feral, so I’m more dangerous than most Alphas, more dangerous than most wild Alphas too.” Logan cut in and when Peter’s eyes widened in surprise, the other Omega made a motion over his own ears. “Yeah, I can hear you.”

“He’s alright.” Wade inclined his head towards Logan and motioned for Peter to follow. “This is Peter. Peter, Logan. He his mate got a place along the high ridge on the other side of the valley.”

“Nice to meet you.” After another night of solid sleep, Peter’s dark eyes were clear and bright, sparking with curiosity as he looked Logan over, and then warming with immediate affection when he saw the big dog. “I guess you know I’m not from around here?”

“Wade told me.” Logan didn’t look away from the other Omega, cataloging every hint of expression on Peter’s face. “Had a run in with Cable, huh?”

“You could say that.” Peter’s gaze landed on Logan’s forearms, at the twin sets of faded scars running from his knuckles to his elbows, then moved up and up to the mutants face, nose wrinkling as he caught the bitterness in Logan’s scent and the undercurrent of something off. “You’re a mutant too. Like Wade? Like Cable?”

“No one’s a mutant like Cable.” Logan scoffed, but there was no heat in the words. “But yeah, sort of like Wade. Little less human.”

“Little less human.” Peter echoed. “What does that--”

His jaw nearly unhinged when the scars at Logan’s forearms rippled and the skin at the Omega’s knuckles split and three claws?--stakes?-- bones slid from between Logan’s fingers and out almost ten inches into the air, horrifying and other wordly and just-- just--

Mutant.

It was mutant.

Wade growled when Logan’s claws made an appearance but didn’t make any movement forward, and Logan watched Peter very closely, reading the Omega’s scent for any hint of fear or terror and smiling a little when Peter only made an impressed sort of noise.

“That’s amazing.” It wasn’t immediately obvious if Peter realized that he’d reached for Wade, nor was it obvious if Wade realized he had automatically moved forward and taken the Omega’s hand but Logan saw it all. “Absolutely incredible. How do you do that? Can you tell me? Does it hurt? Do you ever bleed? How long have you been able to do that? Are the scars from the first time it happened?”

“Most people scream when they see these, not ask a bunch of questions.” Logan said bluntly, and Peter replied, “Most people probably scream when they wake up in a different century too, but you know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”

Logan wrinkled his brow at Wade, who made a similar ‘I dunno’ expression before tuning back in to Peter, whose lips were moving through a hundred different muttered questions as he inched closer to examine the claws.

“Did you ask Wade this many questions?”

“I threw up.” Peter finally got the courage to touch one of the claws, and he recoiled from the too textured feel of bone. “I mean yeah, I asked a bunch of questions, and I yelled at him a little bit, then I threw up when he told me I’d time traveled. Over it now, though. Everything’s fine. Could you tell me if--”

“Give me and the kid a minute.” Logan told Wade, not surprised at all when the Alpha bared his fangs and growled again. “Put those away, you know I’m not going to hurt him.”

“I’m fine.” Peter absentmindedly pressed at Wade’s hand and then pushed him away. “I’m fine. I have about a thousand more questions though. I need to know everything about these. Logan, can you--”

“Are you safe here?” Logan lowered his voice to a near inaudible whisper, and Peter shut up abruptly. “Wade’s a good guy and he’s a good Alpha but you’re always gonna be safer with an Omega. Do you want to come to Haven with me? We can be there by sundown.”

“Um.” Peter cleared his throat and shook his head. “How-- how do you know Wade?”

“We fought together in the war.” Logan turned his hand over so Peter could press lightly at his palm. “Answer me. Are you safe here?”

“Which war did you fight in?” Too immersed in his curiosity to worry about a blatant breach of personal space with a very dangerous mutant, Peter traced the nearly faded scars up Logan’s forearm. “Was I wrong? These aren’t from your claws?”

“Yes, they’re from when I was young and stupid.” Logan said impatiently. “And we fought in the all the wars. Now tell me--”

“I’m safe here.” Logan wanting to take him away made Peter feel itchy all over, itchy and anxious and uncomfortable, so he dropped Logan’s hand and folded his arms over his chest. “I’m safe with Wade.”

“You’d be safer with an Omega.” Logan retracted his claws and Peter jumped at the ick noise they made sliding back into place. “You aren’t from this time and whatever you are feeling with Wade is more than likely a result of you being needy, you know?” Logan tapped his own chest. “Omegas just about cry out for Alphas when we are uncertain of things and right now you’re real uncertain. Misplaced, out of your own time, probably a little desperate. Are you sure you want to stay here?”

“I want to stay.” Peter took a step away from the other Omega, a step closer to Wade. “I’m safe.”

“You’re not really a scent match.” Logan was lying, he’d never seen two people more obviously a scent match in his life, but he kept a close eye on the Omega’s reaction anyway. “It’s just time travel effect and you’re in need of some stability.”

“Right.” Peter took another step away from Logan, towards Wade. “That makes perfect sense. Most of the textbooks in my time believe scent matches were a biological assurance that pairs would mate and continue the species, not actually true love or soulmates like it tends to be romanticized.”

“Uh-huh.” Logan raised his eyebrows. “You still wanna stay?”

“Yes.” Another step back, and this time Wade stepped forward to meet Peter halfway, his arm automatically winding around Peter’s waist to keep him still. “I’m staying.”

“Alright then.” Apparently satisfied, Logan’s gaze flickered warm, and his next words were too quiet for Peter to hear.

“Congratulations, Wade.”

The Alpha turned his nose into Peter’s hair for a split second, then offered his old friend a smile. “I’ll be town in a few weeks. Say hello to your mate for me.”

“Stay safe.” Logan said in return, and then with a nod towards Peter. “Welcome to Haven, Peter.”

“Thank you.” Peter lifted his hand in a half wave, and they stood in silence until Logan and his dog had disappeared down the hill and into the trees.

It was only then Peter realized Wade was still holding him, and beyond that, Peter finally realized he was holding Wade, pressing at the Alpha’s hand with his own to be sure Wade didn’t move until Logan was gone.

“Sorry.” he said immediately, dropping Wade’s hand and pulling away. “I didn’t realize I was doing that. Didn’t realize I did it earlier either. Sorry.”

“No harm done, Omega.” Wade answered, and then with a grimace, “Sorry. Peter. No harm done, Peter.”

“It’s fine.” Peter waved off the slip, partly because he knew Wade hadn’t meant anything by it, partly because it really was fine. He sort of liked being called Omega when it was Wade saying it. “I can’t believe I slept so late. I didn’t even hear you leave this morning.”

“You were pretty out of it.” Wade forced himself away from Peter and back to the wood pile, lifting the ax and splitting the next heavy log, decidedly not letting himself stare at the way Peter’s slim fitted pants hugged his legs or how he hadn’t known how slim the Omega was until Peter had shed the bulky sweater for this clinging long sleeve. “Find the water I left you to clean up with?”

“I did.” Peter smoothed his still wet hair back with a self conscious smile. “Thank you. I think I’d kill for a shower but it was nice to at least wipe down. I didn’t need the clothes though, I had extras in my pack.”

There was no reason to tell the Alpha Peter had held the clothes up to his nose and inhaled until he was light headed and swimming in Wade’s scent. It had been a moment of weakness was all. He was vulnerable and like Logan had said, probably desperate for some stability and of course he was reaching out to the nearest Alpha. Nothing to worry about at all. Definitely didn’t have some higher-- some higher meaning.

“Logan offered to take you to Haven.” Wade said then. “Why didn’t you go with him? He’s safe. A little wild, but safe.”

“I’m safe with you.” Peter pointed out. “Why would I leave you to go with a stranger? I’m safe with you.”

“You are safe with me.” The Alpha’s smile was evident in his voice. “But Haven has real showers.”

“Tempting.” Peter circled around the splitting bench until he could see Wade again. “But um--if you don’t mind, I’d much rather stay here with you.”

The ax stilled, Wade’s voice very soft as he answered, “I’d much rather you stay here with me too, Pete. Least till Cable comes back for you.”

“It’s settled then.” Peter looked down at the scattered pieces of wood . “Should I help?”

“If you’re gonna stay, you’re gonna work.” Wade set up another piece and went back to chopping. “Stack the pieces there in the shed, gather the little bits for kindling. Do you know how to build a fire?”

“I know how to turn on a gas fireplace.” Peter stacked as many split logs as he could fit into his arms and staggered over towards the shed. “And I’ve been known to roast a marshmallow or two on a previously started fire, but no. No, I’ve never built one of my own. Why would I do that? I have central heating and I can honestly say, I’ve never once gone into a store and seen firewood for sale in the city.”

“Of course not.” Wade didn’t know what central heating was, but Peter’s sarcasm was about thick enough to cut with a knife so he responded in kind, “You gotta be useful for something other than just being pretty, Pete. You catch any of those fish you sometimes eat?”

“I catch them on sale at the grocery store.” Peter shot back and Wade cracked a grin, flashing his fangs at the mouthy Omega. “And I’ll have you know I’ve made it very far in life just being pretty. Dunno why it should stop working now.”

“Cos bein’ pretty isn’t going to keep you from freezing when the winter storms come along.” Wade pointed out. “And a well built fire will.”

“Eh. So long as I have someone to build the fire I should be fine. I’ll just have to find someone who thinks I’m pretty enough to--ow!” Peter ack!ed when a log rolled from his arms and right on to his toes. “Oh! Ow! Son of a--!”

“Pretty enough to drop wood on your own feet?” The Alpha snarked. “Oooh yes, excellent survival plan. One for the adventure books.”

“Point taken.” Peter scowled and carried the rest of his load into the wood shed. “Will you teach me to make a fire? And you know, not to freeze?”

“I’ll teach you.” Wade trilled comfortingly when when Peter cursed over a sudden splinter. “You’ll be fine.”

“Thanks.” Peter tossed away the splinter, wiped away the dot of blood and went right back to work on the pile. “I might not be panicking anymore about all of this, but I’m still a long way from home. Any help you wanna give me is great.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” The words came more serious than Wade had intended. “I’ve got you, Pete. I’ll take care of you. If you want to stay with me, I’m gonna take care of you.”

“I um--” Peter swallowed hard when the Alpha’s eyes shifted red. “I know you will. Sounds crazy but I’m not real worried about anything right now. You’ll teach me to build a fire, I’m going to take notes on everything I learn so when Cable comes back I can remember it all and uh--” he spread his hands and shrugged. “I’m okay. I’m staying.”

“You’re staying.” Wade ran his tongue over his fangs and started chopping again. “Glad to hear it.”

The wind shifted just then and Peter got a noseful of protective Alpha scent, possessive and heated and he all but ran for the wood shed, dumping the logs and planting his hands on his knees, bending over nearly double to try and catch his breath.

Alpha.

A few moments later, Wade called, “Pete?” and Peter straightened back up, wiping his mouth and forcing out a calming breath, willing his own scent to settle.

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming. Just a sec.”

“Alright?” Wade asked once Peter joined him again, and the Omega nodded.

“I’m fine.”

I’m fine.

**************

“How much land do you have?” Peter asked as he followed the Alpha across the clearing towards a barn he hadn’t noticed the day before. “How did you come to own it? How long have you lived here?”

“I have as much land as I want.” Wade undid the door of the barn and clicked his tongue to the animals inside. “And I own it because I came to Haven, decided I wanted to live outside of town, and picked a spot no one else was living on.”

“So it’s a verbal contract only?” Peter ducked through the doorway as well, exclaiming in quiet surprise when he found two horses and a goat in the stalls inside. Judging from the noise in the back, there were chickens waiting to be fed as well and Peter’s stomach growled at the idea of fresh eggs for breakfast.

“No contract needed.” Wade tossed a handful of grains at the goat, then looped a rope around it’s neck and patted it towards the open door so it could wander through the yard and graze. “I live here, Logan and his mate live across the way on the high ridges-- no one owns the land, we just see where others have settled and pick a different spot for ourselves. That way when I hunt, I’m not too close to anyone else, but if I need help, the village is less than a day’s travel away.”

“Huh.” Peter jumped backwards when a huge head swung his way, one of the horses huffing and nosing at his hair. “Oh man, he’s big.”

“She.” Wade corrected, patting the mare on the nose and shoving her back until he could get close enough to unlatch the doors. “This beauty here is Bea, big boy on the other side is Arthur.”

“Bea.” Peter stood out of the way as the red roan lumbered past, reaching up a tentative hand to brush at her side. “She’s lovely.”

“Pretty girl.” The Alpha rumbled, and Bea’s ears twitched towards him just before the gelding trotted out behind her, gray spotted with black and gorgeous, heavy hooves pounding at the ground.

“I took Arthur to war with me.” Wade ran his fingers along a white scar at Arthur’s side. “He’s getting to be an old horse so it’s Bea I take hunting, Arthur only has to pull the wagon with her when I go to town for supplies.”

“I can’t ride a horse.” Peter posted up at the side of the barn, arms crossed as he watched the horses parade out in the sunshine. “Always wanted to try, but never had the chance. Not a whole lotta horses in the city.”

“I’ll teach you to ride if you want.” Wade clambered up to the loft of the barn and sifted through the hay, pitching several piles down into the stalls. “Teach you to milk the goat and gather eggs and--”

“I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.” Peter said dryly. “I wanna ride the pretty ponies, not get up close and personal with goaty nether regions.”

Wade leaned on his pitchfork, shoulders shaking as he laughed and down at the stalls, Peter grinned up at the Alpha.

“Well like I said, if you’re gonna stay, you’re gonna work.” Wade jumped from the loft and landed with a thump, dusting off his hands before coming up on the Omega and standing just behind him, flattening one palm on the door frame and using his height to peer over Peter’s head to keep an eye on the animals. “And if you’re going to not eat meat, it’s going to be your job to gather milk and eggs and all the-- all the grass you munch on. I’m a hunter, not a gatherer Pete. I don’t forage for weeds.”

“It’s not weeds, it’s--” the word salad died on Peter’s tongue when he whirled around ready to get sassy and found the Alpha all but looming over him, Wade braced against the frame and almost trapping Peter between his body and the wall of the barn.

No, trapped wasn’t the right word. Peter wasn’t sure what the right word was but oh it was something because right now all he could do was feel was the heat pouring off Wade’s body, smell the heavy notes of licorice in the Alpha’s scent blending spiced the longer Peter stared, hazel eyes flickering red when Peter wet his lips.

“...Pete?” Wade asked hoarsely, and the Omega gasped in a too shallow breath. “Sure does things to an Alpha when you look at him like that.”

“S-sorry.” Peter finally finally tore his eyes away, ducking his head and backpedaling to give himself some breathing room. “It's um-- it’s salad. Not weeds. Salad.”

“Yeah well, you can gather the salad then.” It took Wade a moment longer than he wanted to admit to pull himself out of the daze. “The animals are fine for right now. You want to see the rest of the property?”

“I think I might--” Peter cleared his throat. “I might just um--” a vague motion that meant absolutely nothing. “I should probably--” he jerked his thumbs to the empty space behind him. “Shit. I need a minute.”

“I know.” Wade didn’t mean to growl the words, but the way Peter’s eyes glazed over made the mistake worth it.

“I know.” he tried again. “I’ve got some more work to do in here, then I’ve got about eight trees to get chopped up and a woodshed to fill so you uh-- you can wander but don’t go too far.”

“I won’t go far.” Peter mumbled, glancing at and then away from Wade’s thighs as the Alpha crouched down to pat at the goat. “If I get hungry--”

“There’s all sorts of weeds.” Wade finished. “Big weeds, little weeds, weeds with flowers. Snack all you want.”

“I hate you.” Peter couldn’t help his grin. The Alpha was equal parts breath taking and ridiculous and despite everything, Peter had never felt more at home in his life. “I’ll find some goddamn weeds.”

Wade’s laughter followed Peter back across the clearing and halfway down the hill as Peter headed for the outhouse, but by the time the Omega made it back up to the cabin, the steady rhythmic thunk of ax on log meant Wade was right back to working at the wood pile.

Peter shivered through a sigh of relief over the sudden space.

Being around Wade was suffocating in a way that made Peter think he’d be happy to never breathe again, but it was overwhelming too. Overwhelming and new even if he knew in his soul that they were right.

The romance novels talked about mate’s finding each other, scent matching and being bonded by sun down. There were stories passed down from great great grandparents about love at first sight and mates that passed away within minutes of each other because their souls refused to be apart. Every year there were at least two new cheesy movies that promised synced heart beats and Omega’s lost in euphoria from nothing more than their Alpha’s scent and it was overwhelming.

Overwhelming and right and not anything Peter could think about right now.

Instead he busied himself wandering around Wade’s property, clicking at the horses and coaxing them close to he could pet them, grabbing his notebook from his pack and winding through the trees, going as far as he dared so long as the cabin was still in view over his shoulder.

Around lunchtime, the Alpha whistled sharply and when Peter came back around, there were cooked eggs and sliced bread waiting on a plate by the door. Peter didn’t trust himself to not act like a fool if he went to Wade to say thank you, but it did warm a secret place in his heart to know the Alpha was going out of his way to make food Peter would eat.

It was just eggs and bread but it felt like more and whoo boy that wasn’t anything Peter could think about right now either.

When the sun started to dip on the horizon, Peter took his notebook full of scribblings and definitely terrible attempts at drawing plants he didn’t recognize and headed back to the cabin, stopping only to wash his hands before going inside and offering Wade a smile.

“There you are.” Wade’s tone was light but his scent was heavy with worry that lightened only when Peter put the notebook down and came to sit at the table. “How were your weeds?”

“Green and crunchy.” Peter reached for a nearby mug, took a long drink, and then instantly wanted to die as his stomach rebelled against the very strong taste of very strong liquor. “Oh my god! Oh my god what is that?! What is that!?”

“Moonshine.” Wade switched the cup out with a glass of milk and grinned as the Omega chugged it. “Can’t imagine the milk tastes real good after that.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it curdled on the way down my throat.” Peter wheezed. “Oh my god. How can you drink moonshine? It’s practically gasoline!”

“Well that’ll teach you to take a man’s drink.” Wade reprimanded him mildly. “Besides, it’s about the only thing that gets someone like me drunk. Sure will put a little Omega like you on your ass though, so stick to milk and water, Pete.”

Peter’s only response was a loud cough and then a glare when Wade took a sip of the moonshine and didn’t even blink.

“Guess it’s my fault for assuming it was water.” Peter finally grumbled, and took another swallow of milk. “Did you um--” another short cough, and this time Wade’s eyes dimmed in sympathy. “--did you get all the wood done?”

“Got enough done.” Wade rolled his shoulders to ease a still lingering twinge. He’d chopped wood for a good five and a half hours today as Peter had gone exploring. Anything to keep his mind off how Peter had looked there in the barn, anything to keep him from following Peter through the woods just to stay close, anything to keep distracted from the instinctive need to keep the Omega set tight in his arms. “What about you? Take enough notes to last you?”

“I could write about all this for days.” Irritation over the moonshine abruptly ended in favor of talking about his day, and Peter launched into a rambling chatter about how there were plants on Wade’s land that he was sure didn’t exist anymore in his time, how the trees were so huge it almost made him believe in things like Big Foot because a Sasquatch could definitely hide in this mess, and oh! Did Wade know how old Logan was? He could kill for internet access right now because he had to know if there were reports of men like Logan running around and maybe it was the same person and--

“Christ, you’re beautiful.”

Peter’s mouth clapped shut, his eyes wide when the Alpha breathed the words. “...wh--what?”

“You’re beautiful.” Wade said again, before his brain came back on line and told him he was being stupid. “I keep waiting for you to panic and cry or something, but instead you’re sitting here drinking moonshine and asking me a bunch of questions and your eyes are all bright and you’re smiling and it’s--” there was his brain, screaming at the Alpha to shut the hell up. “-- it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful, Pete.”

“Oh.” Peter gulped and whispered very very softly, “You’re beautiful too.”

“No, I’m not.” Wade ran a hand over his bare scalp, tugged the sleeves down further to cover the scars on his hands and then just as quickly tried to adjust his shirt collar to cover the ones at his neck. “But thanks all the same.”

“You are.” Peter meant every single word, and the Alpha rumbled quiet and grateful when he saw the truth in Peter’s eyes. “I um-- I don’t think I’ve ever met an Alpha that makes me--” horny. “-- I mean, you are--” holy shit I’m bad at this. “Um--”

“Pete.” Wade bared his fangs in a knowing smile and the Omega shivered. “Are you hungry?”

“...starving.” Peter hid his flaming face by looking down at the table. “Thank you.”

They ate in relative silence, both Alpha and Omega all too aware of every movement and change of posture and every single breath the other took.

Overwhelming.

Right.

“I feel bad for taking your bed.” Peter said later after dinner, exhaustion written across his face and the slump of his shoulders. “I guess when I was comatose it was alright, but I can put some blankets on the floor on the floor or sleep in the big chair by the fire so you can have the bed back.”

“You’ll sleep right there.” Wade didn’t look up from stoking the fire. “You’re still over tired from whatever Cable did to you, you’re about asleep on your feet. Go on.”

“No really, it’s fine.” Peter insisted. “Wade, I don’t want you to--”

“Sleep in the bed, Pete.”

“Wade--”

“You’ll sleep in my bed, Omega!” Wade growled, hazel eyes bleeding dark red and Peter stumbled back a step first in fear and then--

--then he realized the Alpha didn’t scent angry or upset, he scented pleading and protective, scented warm and coaxing and possessive and Peter nodded slowly, backing up until his knees hit the bed and he could sit.

“Thank you.” Wade went back to the fire, purposefully looking away so Peter would have the chance to undress and slip beneath the covers. “Sweet dreams, Pete.”

“...sweet dreams.” Peter curled up beneath the blankets that smelled like his Alpha the Alpha Wade, and breathed out in an exhale that seemed to come right from the bottom of his feet.

He was fine, this was fine.

“I have to secure Bea and Arthur for the night, then I’ll be back.” Wade passed by the bed, clenching his fists so he wouldn’t be tempted to run his fingers through Peter’s hair, or brush them down the Omega’s cheek. “You’ll be right here.”

“I’ll be right here.” Peter snuggled deeper into the bed, and the Alpha left with a smile on his face, the scent of content Omega in his nose.

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{Authors Note: This Clint/Logan pairing is entirely self serving on my part. I wrote a blurb for them in my Ironhawk fic and I fell in love with Winged!Hawkeye being mated to Logan so here we are again}

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High on the ridge above Haven was a cabin built some fifty years previous, stones pulled from the mountain and used to build walls, heavy logs split and smoothed for the roof, rooms added on as needs changed until it sprawled across the ridge, blending into the wilderness behind it and nearly invisible from all angles until a traveler was nearly upon it.

Inside the cabin, Logan was just coming from a long over due bath, water streaming down the Omega’s body as he drip dried in front of a roaring fire, a cup of his favorite whiskey held in both hands.

But when warm feathers wrapped around his torso and nearly covered him to his toes, Logan put the cup down and turned round to burrow into his mate’s arms.

“I do like when I come home and find my Omega naked in front of the fire.” Clint rumbled, sharp fangs landed at the silvered bond mark on Logan’s neck. “Why didn’t you call for me sooner?”

“Because you would have wanted to share my bath and your wings get gross and waterlogged.” Logan said flatly, and his Alpha only laughed softly and held him even tighter, dark feathers fluffing up until Logan was fully surrounded. “I missed you Alpha.”

“I missed you too.” Clint was a full four inches shorter than his Omega, but it didn’t stop him from gathering Logan up close and it certainly didn’t stop Logan from acting beautifully rarely submissive and tucking his head into Clint’s shoulder. “You didn’t find Victor?”

“He moved on before I caught him.” Surrounded by the safety of Clint’s huge wings, Logan pushed and prodded until Clint fell onto the sofa cushions. The Alpha immediately made room for the Omega against his chest, grinning when Logan tumbled naked into him. “Picked up another dog and stopped by to see Wade though.”

“Is it a dog or another wolf, love?” Clint wanted to know, and when Logan didn’t answer, his grin stretched wider. “So, a wolf then. Well what’s new with that scarred asshole Wade?” Clint ran his hands gently up and down his Omega’s back. “Done anything stupid lately?”

“He’s found himself an Omega.” Logan melted deeper into his mate’s embrace. “Pretty thing tangled with Cable, ended up dumped on Wade’s land and the two of them are scent matched.”

“Probably trauma bonded.” Clint said absentmindedly and Logan countered, “I saw them, Clint. They are a true scent match.”

“Huh. Didn’t know that could happen more than once in a lifetime.”

“Maybe when you’re indestructible like Wade and me and Victor, a lifetime is an amount of years, not judged by when you die. Theoretically we could have all sorts of mates, right?” Logan shrugged, and when his Alpha went very still beneath him, added, “Don’t you worry though. I’d find you in any lifetime. Don't matter how many of them I get. S’always gonna be you, Clint.”

Clint relaxed again, humming in contentment when their scents mingled, heart beats slowing and syncing together as they reconnected.

“So if the Omega was mixed up with Cable--”

“Yeah, he’s from real far in the future.”

“Whew.” The Alpha blew out a deep breath. “Isn’t there something about how being in the wrong timeline screws with you? That’s why Doc Banner is always a little off, right? Cos he doesn't really belong here?”

“Something like that.” Logan ran idle fingers through Clint’s feathers, straightening out the ones closest to his mate’s shoulders. “Don’t think it matters though, Cable would be better off leaving them alone. Wade will rage out and tear Cable in half if he shows back up to take Peter away.”

“But it could kill that Omega to stay here with Wade.”

“I know. But it’d kill both of them to be apart. They’re scent matched, true mates. Timelines and right or wrong has got nothing to do with it. They’re meant to be together.”

“Hm.” Clint turned his head and left a very soft kiss on Logan’s temple. “I know the feeling. Guess we’ll just have to see what happens.”

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roswellwrites · 5 years

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Kinktober Day 1 Fill - First Time

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt/Reader (M/F)

Tags: Slasher x Reader, Thomas Hewitt x Reader, First Time, a little Praise Kink there towards the end, kinktober, kinktober 2019

Word Count: 1617

His hands were gentle on your hips, feather light and soft as if afraid that even now he might break you.

"Thomas," you said, your eyes finding his over the leather strip he wore across his nose and mouth. "It's okay...you can touch me."

He looked away at this, shy, the telltale red of a deep blush creeping across the visible portions of his face. Regardless of his rampant anxiety and sweating palms, he allowed his hands to roam more adventurously, calloused fingertips finding their way below the hemline of your shirt and across the expanse of your skin.

You shivered despite yourself, goosebumps breaking out across your newly exposed flesh. “We don’t have to do this if you’re nervous,” you murmured, a sigh of enjoyment finding its way past your lips as the large man continued his tentative exploration.

His eyes widened at this and he shook his head, always so expressive despite the mask that shielded the entire bottom half of his face. His hands returned to the swell of your hips and he squeezed once, as if he were trying to reassure you or possibly even himself.

Pleased with his response, you dropped your hands to the hem of your shirt and tugged it upwards, fingers nearly shaking now from the nerve wracking atmosphere that surrounded the two of you. The shirt came up and over, tousling your hair on its way over your head, and you dropped it to the floor with a grateful sigh, happy at least to feel the room’s cooler air on your skin.

Thomas’s eyes wandered downwards to your newly exposed skin for only a second before they snapped back to your face, embarrassed that he had been caught staring.

“Your turn,” you laughed, pressing a finger gently to his chest, right beside the column of buttons that split his collared shirt down the middle.

He took a small step away from you and you watched for a moment as his large fingers -the appendages usually so dexterous- fiddled with the buttons on his shirt nervously. With a warm smile you closed the distance between you, brushing the man’s fingers aside as you began to undo the buttons yourself.

Thomas looked away at this, head turned completely away as his cheeks heated impossibly further.

The removal of the rest of your clothes came quickly after that, your shorts and panties joining your t-shirt on the floor where you had dropped it before.

He watched you with his dark eyes, pupils blown wide as he hungrily drank in the sight of your bare skin.

You bit your lip, eyes shifting to one side as you stood before him now, suddenly shy. You took a seat on the edge of the bed and slid towards the headboard, overly aware of the creaking of the old mattress under your body and the way his intense gaze never strayed from your nude form. You situated yourself comfortably on the old sheets, propped up now on both elbows.

“Well?” You asked, the embarrassing cracking of your voice the only other sound in the room save for the large man’s heavy breathing. You beckoned him towards you, pleased when the man seemed to uproot himself from the place he had been standing, moving now towards you with significantly less hesitancy.

The bed dipped under his weight as his knee found the edge, and you brought one arm up to wrap around the back of his neck. You drew him in close, pressing your foreheads together as his hands found their places on either side of your head.

You hooked your fingers into his belt gently, maneuvering him into place between your legs, foreheads still pressed together, content to simply share each other’s space. Your hands found the front of his pants and you fumbled for a moment, breaking the contact and looking down to where he hovered between your spread legs.

Thomas’s erection was prominent, straining obviously in the confines of his pants and you brushed against it purposely with your fingers, eliciting a quick inhale of breath from the man that had you smiling mischievously to yourself.

The belt came open easily under your hands and you gave it a firm tug, the long strip of leather coming free from the belt loops of his pants as you tossed it onto your own pile of clothes. The button that held his pants closed was next, followed then by the fly, and you found yourself quickly undoing and then unzipping until the front of his pants hung open completely. Wasting no time, you slid your hand past the elastic of his boxers and wrapped your hand around his member, pulling his heavy erection free.

He made a low noise at this, pained almost though you held him so gently, the sound igniting a flurry of butterflies in your lower stomach.

You pulled him forward then, gently, bracing yourself as you positioned him where you wanted him, the blunt head of his cock nudging insistently at your slick entrance.

“Go on,” you rumbled softly, your voice cracking again as the situation began to sink it fully. “It’s okay.”

His eyes met your own and he began to press forward slowly, so slowly, his eyes closing and long dark lashes fanning across his ruddy cheeks.

Your mouth fell open and you gasped immediately at the new sensation of being filled, the man above you freezing instantly as the sound tumbled from your lips. You lifted one hand to wrap around his bicep, squeezing gently to ground yourself against the vague discomfort.

It was a tight fit to be sure, but with the lack of foreplay, you had already known it would be. You lifted one arm and draped it again across the back of his neck, pulling him closer. "Please," you rasped into the side of his neck, hands shaking now from the feeling of being so, so full. "Please move, Tommy."

The first drag was enough to have you gasping again, the action just this side of painful. Your back arched, free hand sliding across the worn bed sheets to fist in the faded blue of the floral fabric.

The large man leaned forward again, turning his head to press his mask to the fingertips that hovered nearby.

He found his rhythm quickly, the steady push and pull of his thrusts enough to have you tossing your head back against the multiple pillows that supported your neck. The pressure of being too full faded into the background, lost under a wave of pleasure strong enough to have your legs quaking on either side of his thrusting hips.

You moved your restless hand from the sheets at your hip to the empty space beside your head and Thomas dove on it immediately, intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing them into the mattress.

You moaned at this, soft and barely audible, fingers flexing against his own as he picked up his pace.

“Come on,” you breathed, pressing open mouthed kisses to the exposed side of his neck. “Come on, you’re doing so well, come on.”

He made a noise deep in his throat then, grunting behind his mask as he moved to grip your thighs. He pulled you closer with ease, your lower half completely on his lap now, the fabric of his pants chafing the back of your bare thighs with every thrust as he found an angle that allowed him to press ever deeper.

You groaned at the change of position, at the feeling of his large hands on your thighs as they quivered around him. “Come on,” you rasped again, though you were unsure now what you were even asking for. “Come on.”

His hands moved from your thighs to your stomach and they lingered there for a brief moment before wandering higher, large hands spanning the length of your ribs on either side of your chest, his thumbs resting just below your breasts.

With one arm bent at the elbow and your forearm thrown across the jut of your ribs, your hand met his and you slotted your fingers together once more. You then lifted both of your hands to the soft give of your breast, arching your spine to press the tender flesh of it into his palm.

He grunted at the action, fingers flexing against the softness and one calloused thumb grazing your nipple as his hips began to stutter out of their rhythm. Thomas slid one arm around your waist and dragged you closer still, hunching his back and burying his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder as he came suddenly, filling you with his warm seed.

When Thomas finally pulled out, it was with the unpleasant sensation of your combined slick slipping downwards to pool onto the sheets beneath you. The two of you remained there for a few long moments, breathing the muggy air that hung between you, chests heaving in the dwindling daylight visible through the room’s lone window.

“You did great,” you whispered, wrapping both arms around his back and pulling him impossibly closer. From this position, it was easy to slide one hand into his hair, tugging idly at the clumped strands that hung, still damp from his earlier shower. “You were so good for me, Tommy.”

The man made another noise then, needy as he pressed his face deeper into your collarbone to hide his still flushed cheeks.

Your mouth dropped open against his shoulder as you felt the large man shift, the strange sensation of his length hardening against your inner thigh more than enough to have you squirming under him.

You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

#slasher x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #first time #A little praise kink there at the end #kinktober #kinktober 2019 #roswell writes

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mssjynx · 4 years

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16 minicatttt

kinds of kisses

minicat drabble16. kisses that start as something sexual but end in sweet touches, little pecks and smiles. warning: slight nsfw

a/n; this one is also messy but i really liked writing it so i hope it turned out well x

Craig was in love with Tyler.

He was in love with the muscles, the height, the strength and the power; the way Tyler got pissed off so easily, and the way Craig could wind him up in the best ways. He loved how Tyler would shove him against a wall and press bruises onto his hips. He loved how the anger would turn into heated sex; how Tyler would bite hickies all over his throat and fuck him so hard that Craig couldn’t sit down without feeling it for a few days. He loved how he could scratch at Tyler’s back and moan his name and it would rile Tyler up further, make him stronger and rougher in the best possible ways.

And after a night of flirting with the bartender during Evan’s graduation party, he could barely contain his grin when a firm hand around his wrist was yanking him away from those cool brown eyes.

“You’re such a fucking prick,” Tyler growled and Craig snickered as he stumbled. Perhaps he had had one drink too many.

“I wouldn’t mind reaquainting myself with your prick,” he said as he clasped a hand around Tyler’s upperarm to keep himself balanced. The tensing muscles beneath his touch had him purring happily as he leaned into Tyler’s side. “Where are we going?” he cooed and Tyler huffed.

“Hotel,” was the one word answer and Craig’s grin widened.

“Oh,” he said, cheeks aching with his smile. “You gonna tuck me into bed with a glass of water?”

Before his tipsy mind could follow what was going on, Tyler had him pressed up against the brick wall of whatever building they were passing. The thigh between his legs and the sharp press of the hands on his wrists had a needy sound slipping from the Brit’s tongue before he could stop it.

Tyler huffed in response, grinding his thigh up against Craig and watching his face closely. “I’m gonna fuck you until you forget about that sleezebag bartender who was trying way too fucking hard to get in your pants.” The words were growled against his lips and Craig tried to push forward to capture Tyler’s mouth in a kiss, only for the older man to release him and step away. “Keep up,” Tyler scolded, catching his wrist again and striding onwards.

Craig giggled, prying at Tyler’s fingers until he managed to get his hand in Tyler’s instead, lacing their fingers together and leaning into Tyler’s side.

“Who was I forgetting?” he asked innocently and Tyler shot him a glare, the heat of anger swirling behind his eyes held something more than just fury. Craig knew that look. That look that meant in the near future he would be naked and moaning under Tyler’s mouth, hopefully being fucked into next year.

Tyler didn’t humour his question as they got into the hotel, riding the elevator in silence as Craig squirmed on his feet. There was already heat growing between his legs and he couldn’t stop himself from sliding a hand over his arousal to give himself a moment of relief. He wasn’t supposed to sigh like that but if the way Tyler smacked his wrist away was anything to go by; he probably sounded a lot filthier than he had intended to.

He followed Tyler down the hall of their floor, humming pleasantly as the keycard chimed in the door. Open. He was yanked inside. Tyler kicked the door shut and shoved Craig against a wall.

This was his favourite part.

There was no witty remark, no threat, no snarking comment; Tyler didn’t waste time on that. Before Craig could register it, Tyler’s mouth was on his, a boiling kiss that had his knees buckling. He grabbed Tyler’s shoulders and pressed up into the ferocity of the kiss, sucking eagerly at Tyler’s tongue and pressing encouraging whimpers and moans into the other’s mouth.

“Tyler,” he managed to mumble when Tyler bit harshly at his bottom lip.

“Stop talking for five minutes,” Tyler scolded, hands slipping down over Craig’s ass. “Up,” he commanded and Craig obeyed with a quiet grin, allowing Tyler to lift him up and pin him to the wall. He hooked his ankles around Tyler’s lower back, leaning his head back to give Tyler all the space he wanted to bite harsh kisses down his throat.

He didn’t bother with a smartass rebuttal to Tyler’s instruction for once, only letting out sounds of pleasure from the pressure between his legs and the teeth against his collarbone. From his position, he couldn’t do much more than press into Tyler’s grinds, moaning in wanting and encouragement as Tyler fucked against him harshly.

Craig was eager to see the bruises left behind, not letting himself unpack the weirdly masochistic thought process.

“Bed,” Tyler warned, stepping back from the wall. Craig swooned at how his arms flexed, carrying Craig down the hall without even flinching.

God, Craig really loved Tyler’s muscles.

He laughed when his boyfriend dumped him on the bed gracelessly, scrambling back onto the middle of the bed and snagging Tyler’s shirt so the other couldn’t leave. Though Craig didn’t think he wanted to.

Tyler wasn’t one for the slow undressing, the sexy stripping; Craig didn’t think he knew what “savouring the moment” even was. But really, Craig wasn’t about to complain. He was too busy wondering just how quickly he could get Tyler naked as the American crawled onto the mattress too. He shed his shirt and Craig felt himself salivating at the broad chest of his boyfriend.

Tyler didn’t break eye contact as he followed Craig to the head of the bed. Craig’s grin didn’t fall for a second as Tyler crawled between his legs, the Brit locking his ankle behind Tyler’s back to pull him down. “You’re so hot,” Craig told him, head tilting his a grin as he lost himself in the swirls of heat and want in those pretty blue eyes. Something flickered there; the heat dimming to make room for something else.

And when Tyler leaned forward to kiss Craig again, the anger was gone. Fingers brushed at Craig’s jaw and the Brit’s shock only lingered for a minute. The kiss was firm but… loving. It wasn’t bruising, there wasn’t biting; there was only Tyler kissing Craig and Craig melting against him.

He grasped Tyler’s face with a different type of desparation, pulling Tyler closer - not in a needy, lusty way, but in a want for more of what Tyler could give him - and kissing him deeply and passionately.

When Tyler pulled back, the air around them was ethereal. The gazed at one another, Tyler’s lips turning up in a slight smile as he examined his lover’s face.

“You’re beautiful,” Tyler told him, words so uncharacteristic of him; so honest and emotional. He knew that Tyler wasn’t one for being sappy or overly-romantic. He showed affection indirectly so to have him look Craig in the eye and tell him something so… something so honest, and loving; Craig could only stare in surprise.

No words came to mind and Tyler gave him a lopsided smile. And without even thinking about it, Craig pulled him back in with both hands on Tyler’s cheeks, and kissed him.

“I love you,” he pressed against Tyler’s lips, the burning heat beneath his skin having melted into a sweet tingle. “I love you so much.” He spoke the words like a promise and Tyler’s smile was distinct against the kiss.

“I love you too,” Tyler returned, lacing his fingers with Craig’s and squeezing his hand. “Even if you’re a dickhead.” The sweet tone didn’t change with the backhanded compliment and Craig couldn’t stop himself from laughing into the kiss.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” he teased, barely leaving any room between their lips as he rested their foreheads together.

“I wouldn’t,” Tyler promised, tilting his head and gazing at Craig’s lips.

Craig’s heart soared and his smile was impossible to contain. But he didn’t care. Tyler didn’t care.

Craig was in love with Tyler, and Tyler was in love with him too.

#minicat #banana bus squad #bbs #fic #fanfic #anon

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nappingtopknot · 5 years

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Frustrated Will

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Rough oral (lmao), swearing

Words: 2,070

Summary: You decide to tease Will and he gets a little frustrated.

Will always had a pretty easy schedule to work with whenever it was your turn to visit him in London.

This visit however is right around his press tour for his newest project. So that means little to no sleep and tight scheduling rushing you off to the next place before you can even take a moment to breathe.

You're three days into his press stuff when you're feeling ansty. You're surrounded by so many different people with hardly any time alone. It's like being chaperoned.

While yes, it is nice to be with Will for the few minutes you have in between. It still leaves you wanting more.

"Love?" Will snaps you out of your head

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"We have a ﬁfteen minute break. Are you hungry yet or no?"

"No, I'm good for right now. I just want to rest"

Will let's his people know we're going to just hang back until their ready for him for the next interview.

You kick back on the sofa, pushing your heels off and stretching your feet and rolling your ankles.

"I told you to wear comfortable shoes darling" Will says plopping down on the couch next to you.

You roll your eyes and groan, "but these were cuter with my outﬁt"

Will shakes his head and laughs at you. He holds his hands out motioning for you to put your feet on his lap.

"You're always so stubborn I swear" he light heartedly scolds you.

You place your feet on his lap and he begins massaging them. It feels so relaxing you release a soft groan.

"Mmm Will that feels so nice"

It's been the only contact you really had from your boyfriend the last couple of days. You had every intention of pouncing on him the second you were done for the day but he always fell asleep as soon as you got to the hotel.

Will shushes you, "Hey their going to hear you and get the wrong idea of what we're doing in here"

You laugh at him.

"Will this is the most physical contact we've had since I've been here. I'm sorry I'm a little too overly excited to feel your touch"

"It hasn't even been that long. We'll have plenty of time alone together later in the week. You're just overreacting"

"I think your under reacting"

Will scoffs.

This boy has no idea what it's like to be sexually frustrated. For him getting off when your gone is so easy. But for you, it's not so easy. Will knows your body so well now that you ﬁnd it harder to get off without him.

Without thinking you pull your feet off from his lap and stand up, moving so that your standing front of him.

You put one knee down on his side, your hands using his shoulders for support while you move your other knee to in the same position but on the opposite side. So that your straddling him.

His breath shakes for a second feeling your body on his.

"Darling..."

You put your ﬁnger up to his lips and shush him. You move his hands to grip your ass while you grind your body against his lap.

His breathing becomes heavier.

You plant your lips on his and he takes you hungrily. The friction from grinding on him feels so good a soft moan escapes your mouth.

You move your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking. Careful not to leave any marks. His body reacts to the friction and you feel him growing under you.

But before he can get any further you push yourself off him and resume your original place next to him on the couch.

Wills face is still so full of lust not registering that you no longer on him. It takes him a quick moment before processing that you've stopped.

He looks at his watch before leaning over to grab your thighs and pull you in closer to him.

"We have ten minutes for a quickie"

"No Will you're right I don't want them to walk in on us"

Will looks downwards for a moment pushing his glasses up trying to hide his small frown.

He plants a kiss to your nose, "you're right" he says.

Will moves back to resumes his original spot on the couch.

You sit back up and mindlessly scroll on your phone until they call Will back for his next interview.

You watch from afar admiring your boyfriend at the way he articulates his words. You love watching his listening face.

He looks over catches your eyes so you blow him a kiss making him smile.

You catch his eyes again and this time you play dirty and bite your lip to momentarily distract him from a question.

Not too long after does Will ﬁnish up the interview and everyone agrees it's time to go get some food. You make your way outside and to your private shuttle car.

You're absolutely starving hoping you'll and maybe because your hangry you're still feeling a little mad at Wills comment earlier. So, you decide to be mischievous.

You innocently run your hand up and down Wills thigh.

He looks at you but you pay him no mind. Focusing on the cars passing by.

And then you inch a little closer to massaging him over his jeans. You ﬁnally look at him and he gives you a dirty look, he is not as amused as you are.

You massage a little harder. Practically stroking him over his jean's.

You see him try to brush off the feeling but he can't help it. You slowly see the lust build in his eyes.

You scoot closer to him and lean into his lips, embracing him with a kiss.

This time his kiss is a little more aggressive. He got excited earlier and you held back. Now he's needy.

Will moves his hand up and under your shirt to grab your breast.

He deepens the kiss, your tongues ﬁghting for dominance before you relinquish control to him.

He moves his other hand down to yours urging you to

grip harder, move faster for him. Will wants to feel you.

But you pull away, leaving him gasping for air.

He's ready to go. But you stop him.

"Will let's not do this here let's wait yeah?"

"Come on love, that's not fair"

He's frustrated. You can see it on his face.

His brows are furrowed and hes cheeks are red, a mix from the lust and a little anger for the teasing.

"You keep this up love just see what happens"

"Oh, I'm so scared" you taunt.

• • •

You eventually arrive at the restaurant and meet up with everyone inside before the hostess takes you all to your table.

You order your food and make small talk with the group.

Will was in the process of telling a story when you decided to be mischievous again.

You slip your hand over onto his thigh under the tablecloth catching Will of guard.

He stutters his words and plays it off as a cough, apologizing and talking a sip from his water before returning to his story.

You move your hand further up his thigh, ﬁnding what you're looking for and massaging him again.

Will turns his head to give you a disapproving look.

You smile at him innocently before you jump back into the groups conversation.

Will clears his throat and shuﬄes in his seat. He pushes you hand off him from under the table and he excuses himself to the restroom.

He gives you a look before he leaves and you frown.

You give it a minute or two before you then excuse yourself to the restroom. Darting to the men's room before anyone could notice.

He sees you in the reﬂection of the mirror and smirks.

"Go away"

"You don't mean that and you know it" You say slowly walking over to him.

"Fuckin hell love, quit it you're driving me mad"

You walk behind him and lean forward against the countertop making sure to arch your back.

Will sighs loudly as he walks over to you, positioning himself right behind you and pulling you into his groin.

He settles his hands on your waist before moving them downwards to grip your ass and grind into you.

He let's out a soft groan before landing a soft smack on your bum. He moves his hands up to your breasts and palms them over your shirt.

His mouth is on your neck and you feel his hot breath move up to whisper in your ear, "I want you so much"

He pulls you even tighter into him. His hands raking your skirt upwards before landing a harsher smack on your bum.

He ﬂips you around so that your face to face now, he has his hands on each side of the countertop to cage you in.

You lift your head up to look him in the eyes, hes needy

and he's not hiding it.

"Please" he whispers. His brows furrowed. He's desperate to feel you.

You push him forward to give yourself some space you and see his eyes perk up realizing he's actually going to get a release.

Will moves his hands down to undo his belt but you stop him and push them out of the way. You're in control now.

You undo it painfully slow causing Will to whimper in anticipation.

Will freed himself as soon as his belt and ﬂy were undone, wasting no time.

You get on your knees and grip him in your hand. He's already dripping in precum.

"Stop teasing" he commands

You look up at him and still all your movements.

"I'm sorry darling"

You shake your head no.

"What you want me to beg?"

You nod your head yes.

"Please, I need to feel you, I'm going crazy"

You pause for a moment making Will frown before you begin pumping him again eliciting a harsh groan from him.

He bits his lip and cups your chin in his hand, "you look so beautiful"

He’s eager for more.

You lick a stripe up his cock from the base causing Will to twitch at the sensation. You move your mouth to swirl your tongue around the tip.

He’s panting now and practically rolling his hips to feel more from you. He moves both his hands to the side of your head digging into your hair.

Will starts to push himself further into your mouth and then further until he’s almost fully in. He picks up the pace pulling your hair and thrusting himself roughly in your mouth.

You feel him hitting the back of your throat resulting in you to choke a little on his cock.

Will is just a moaning mess feeling your mouth around him. You know by the sounds he's making that he's deﬁnitely getting close.

You move your hands up to his thighs and get him a pat, your signal for him to stop.

He let's go of your head and pulls himself out and grabs your hand to help you to your feet.

You stand up and wipe your mouth smiling at Will who looks so greedy for more, for his release.

Will pulls you closely to him while he caresses your body. His hands are needy to feel your body. He backs you into the countertop while hiking your thigh up.

You pull him in by the collar to kiss him deeply.

Before you move your hands down to his chest and gently push him back.

He releases your body waiting for your next move.

You run your hand through his ear and caress his chin, "My sweet Will, I'm sorry"

"Sorry for what love?" Will asks dazed from your touch.

"For this" you say.

As you let go of his chin and walk towards the bathroom door. Exiting hastily before Will even has a moment to process what's happening.

You sit down at the table with your friends and complain about how long the bathroom line was and how your surprised you haven't even gotten your appetizers yet.

From the corner of your eye you see Will slowly walking back up to the table.

You see the anger and frustration in his eyes.

He sits back down at the table next to you before whispering "You're going to regret that".

#will poulter #will poulter imagine #will poulter x you #will poulter x reader

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harryhubba · 5 years

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baby

Y/N is feeling a little needy after Shawn being away for so long.

warnings: random smut that came out of nowhere, not proofread but ENJOY!

Y/N isn’t usually very needy. She tends to enjoy her personal space and likes to be independent, just like she was brought up to be. It’s not that she doesn’t love to be touching Shawn, that’s far from it, it’s just she likes to be alone sometimes too. Shawn, on the other hand, can be needy, definitely, so she tends to leave it up to him. He’d be the one to initiate cuddling, wrapping his arm around her waist when they wait in line or giving her a peck on the cheek when he feels like it. It’s something Y/N adores, basks in the little forms of affection he gives and lets it brighten her day.

But recently, Y/N’s been feeling a bit off. She’s not quite sure if she’s getting ill, or if she’s just tired and worn out, but something’s not right and it hasn’t been all week. With 3 finals, an essay due, and work each night it isn’t a surprise she’s been feeling a little cloudy. Mind isn’t quite right and a hollow feeling in her chest. It’s only amplified with the absence of Shawn out on his last week of the tour. He’s not there to stop her from overworking, make sure she’s eating or get her to step outside for a break.

He has, to be fair, been the most attentive despite this. Her phone’s been flooded with texts and calls. Midday pick me ups with ‘How’re you going now, honey? Get past that paper you were stuck on?” and videos of the cute puppy someone had brought to rehearsal with a million love hearts and emojis attached. And each night, once she’s gotten home from work on the brink of sleep (and he’s just waking up somewhere exotic), she gets in bed listening to his syrup like voice as he tells her about his previous day. Sometimes she manages to tell him about something interesting of her own - although it’s usually just a new drink she found at her favourite cafe, or how someone offered her a cat-shaped pen when hers ran out of ink. Most of the time she’s too sleepy to stay awake to tell him this.

But now Shawn is back from tour, and the feeling in Y/N’s chest is wobbly and she’s confused and almost wants to cry. She’s been somewhat on the verge of it all day.

She’s sure Shawn has noticed too. Wanting to spend the whole day with her, insisting to pick her up from her last final and asking if she needed anything. Tea? Chocolate? Maybe some cuddles?

“Honeyyyy” He’d whine, “Just sit down with me for a minute, okay? Jus’ five, baby, you can spare five, right?” And that evening she did. She spared five minutes, and then another five minutes, until she was all but on top of him on the couch, covered in an overly fluffy blanket despite and watching the snow that started to fall over Toronto. Shawn was engrossed in his Brooklyn 99 episode (which he wouldn’t admit he was addicted to since she introduced it to him), his shoulders moving underneath her when the sitcom made a joke.

Y/N, however, were focused on something very different. It seemed that the closer she got to Shawn, the more the feeling in her chest intensified and the more she felt the need to be even closer. It was like his cologne was taunting her, and the feeling of his broad shoulders underneath her were fire against her body, and the skin of his neck was only begging her to be kissed.

So she did. Despite his interest in the show, she lifted her head from where it rested on his shoulder to attach her lips to the soft on his neck. When he didn’t stir from his focus, she pressed another. And another. And soon she lifted her hand to the other side of his neck to steady herself.

“Mmm. What’re you doing, honey?” His head drops a little to get a look at her, a cute little double chin making an appearance.

She hums in response, without a second thought, and moves so she’s kneeling next to him, trailing kisses down his neck to his collarbone. She revels in the groan he lets out as his head falls back against the couch.

“Tryna distract me then?” He murmurs. She whines he attaches a hand on her waist to maneuver her to straddle him, causing her to pull off from his neck and let him shuffle her around.

When she plops down with one leg on either side of his, one hand slides through his hair as the other trails to the bottom of his tee shirt - wasting no time in leaning back to kiss over his neck. Her fingers tug at the bottom of his shirt, little noises escaping her lips when he doesn’t move to get it off.

Although he wasn’t complaining, her urgency was sudden and unexplained. He can’t remember the last time she initiated something like this so out of the blue.

“Hey, hey, hey,” A hand grips her wrist from the bottom of his shirt, taking the wrist on his neck with his other, pulling her away from him. He wants to laugh at the way her bottom lip is jutted forward, completely unintentionally, giving him puppy dog eyes without even trying.

“What’s going on, hmm?” He asks, gripping her wrists in one hand between their two bodies, the other moving to hold her jaw, his thumb tracing over her lips. “You feeling needy? Are you still stressed?”

Y/N only nods, little puffs of breaths leaving her lips. Shawn tilts his head to the side, eyes scanning over her face. He doesn’t seem convinced. The way he looks at her is intimidating, to say the least, but in the best way possible. Makes her want to pull him forward rather than cower away from his eyes.

“You’re stressed in another way, though, aren’t you?”

“You haven’t, you know…” She trails off, not knowing how to put her words together or sound too desperate. Shawn can see the way it clicks in Y/N’s eyes. She hadn’t, herself, realised what had been making her feel so strange until he brought it to light. She was missing him, in more ways than she thought.

“Haven’t touched you like you want? Made you whimper for me?” He asks, watching the way she squirms in his lap at his words. He leans in towards her, his hand cupped under her jaw to tilt her lips to his.

“M’sorry, angel. Need to treat you right, don’t I?” He whispers, drawing his pink lips across her bottom one tormentingly, the corner of his lip pulls up at the way her back arches into his chest and she opens her mouth into his. Pulling away before she can press their lips together, he chuckles at how Y/N’s face falls and her arms try to move to him albeit being restricted by his own.

Only a second passes before Y/N leans back in, covering his mouth with a kiss. It’s soft at first, but aggressive as Shawn takes charge. Her lips still taste of the sweet, rich and buttery chocolate he had gotten her and he nibbles before swiping his tongue over it. Her mouth opens and he pulls her closer by a hand on her back.

Her fingers try to grip onto his hand that holds her wrists, and the way her body elongates against his makes him groan.

“What’s wrong with you, huh?” He questions, his pants plumping with the way her body leans pliant against his. “You want something? Use yours words then.” ? Use your words then.”

There’s a pregnant pause. Shawn’s eyes bore into Y/N’s, his eyebrows perched high on his forehead, while Y/N’s flicker around the room avoiding his. Y/N, really, is thinking so many things at once yet also nothing at all. She has noticed, however, the bulge that presses against her core below her, refusing to be ignored - and she wants nothing more than to grind down against it but she knows that wouldn’t end well with Shawn. A quiet yelp escapes her when he gives a gentle pinch with one hand against her hip, making her eyes flicker back up to his.

“I want… want you to…” He encourages her on with a nod of his head and a stroke over her hip. “...want you, daddy.”

Her words make him shiver - and he feels himself blurt in his boxers. “Baby-” He lets go of her wrists and pulls her shirt up, her hair ruffling up with the movement of it all, “It’s that kind of night, ey?”

When all she can do is look at him with wide, needy eyes, he leans back against the cushions.

“Lie down for me on the couch,” he speaks softly but she doesn’t listen, running her now free hands up his chest. He pinches at her hip again, harder in warning. “I said on the couch, didn’t I?”

He waits for her to lie down against the other end of the couch before moving himself, gripping her thighs and spreading them open so he can lie between them. Her skin prickles with anticipation when he places abandoned kisses on her calves, her knees, her thighs. Shawn listens to her short puffs of breath as warm puffs of his own flush over her upper thighs. He almost wants to make her wait even longer, keep her need for him since it happens so rarely.

“That’s right, open up for me, honey,” He says, hooking his hands under her thighs to move her docile legs further apart for him. She’s like putty in his hands and he can see her fingers itching to touch him from where they rest. She contemplates reaching her hands down, twining them through his hair and tugging - he likes that, she’s sure of it, but she doesn’t know whether it will make him angry and going without him for the evening would make her cry, she thinks.

“Daddy, please-” She says softly, instead. With a groan, Shawn dips his fingers into her shorts and underwear, helping her tug them down her legs. Within seconds, he’s pressing open mouth kisses on her inner thighs, lulling his tongue over the sensitive skin right outside her mound. Even with having done this so many times, Y/N always forgets the vulnerability in Shawn seeing her this way, and for a second she wants to close her legs on him. It’s when he murmurs a “pretty” against her and he gives one long, gentle sweep up the middle of her slit, that her thoughts turn into clouds and all she can focus on is the feeling of his mouth on her.

He moves a little lower, giving little kitten licks just below her clit until she’s whining into the air. Her thighs shake and threaten to close despite his hands when his eyes hold her own and he puckers his lips over her most sensitive point, “Uh-uh,” he says sternly against her, “I’m just giving you what you wanted, aren’t I?”

Looking up at her and seeing how fucked out she looks already; lips swollen and bitten and eyes blown under the glow of the lights in his living room - he decides he can’t wait anymore. Greedily, he licks into her, her lips spreading beneath his tongue before he reaches her clit again. He releases one of her legs and uses his fingers to spread the two lips apart, sucking on the bud until he feels her thighs twitch once more. He runs the pearl under his tongue, attacking it hungrily.

He loves the noises she makes - moans, whines, whimpers, and mewls. She had never made these noises before she met Shawn, just took herself to be the quiet type in bed. But here she was making noises she’d never dreamed of making in front of anyone before. Almost thinks it’s too much when he slides one finger into her. He lets her adjust for a moment, distracting her with his attention on her clit before he pulls it out and sneaks his middle finger in beside it.

And Jesus - he groans against her - she’s tight. Like he’s never fucked her out with his cock before. He has to rut against the couch at the feeling. He’s barely had his fingers in her for a few seconds before she’s whithering beneath him, practically dripping on his fingers as they slide in knuckle deep. He knows they feel good - they’re long and thick, at least according to the number of fans who praise him for it, and he can reach all the spots she can’t.

“So tight for me, baby, been too long since I’ve stretched out your cunt,”

Only has to press against that spot inside her and tongue at her clit once more before she’s warning him, “M’gna cum, S-shawn,” Y/N hasn’t felt this way in so long. Her own fingers can only do so much, and nothing compared to what Shawn can do. It’s like he knows her body better than she does herself, puts so much warmth and fervor into it, like he has a hunger for it, that she just can’t compare.

It’s like she can’t breath when she lets out “S-Shawn, please, I’m g’na-”, he gives one last lick with his tongue before she’s crumbling beneath him, her body tensing and her hands flying to grip his hair. She cries out into the air before she’s pulsing, milking his fingers, and he’s reminded of the throbbing in his own boxers.

He isn’t fussed though - waits till she’s calmed down before he pulls his fingers out, ignores her cringing at the feeling, and sucks them clean with a hum. He crawls over top of her from his place between her thighs, digging his head into the space between her shoulder and neck and drops down on top of her.

When she giggles and pushes him away, he leans up to look at her. She has a dazed smile on her face, looks so relaxed and sleepy but glows as she looks at him. With a grin, he pecks her on the mouth once.

“Was that just your way of telling me to not go away for so long?

#lol what was this #posting for the second time #shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes one shot

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dealing with toxic friends: special high school edition

Toxic Friends and How to Identify Them

They’re constantly griping at you. I’m not talking about a couple bad days, I’m talking about consistent rudeness that makes you wonder what you’ve done to them.

They’re extremely emotionally needy, requiring constant support and validation from you, but you never receive the same kind of attention from them. Your problems are never as important as theirs, and they may even dismiss them (”those aren’t real problems”) to spend more time to focus on themselves.

They are likely to constantly fish for compliments, requiring constant praise, but nothing you do is ever good enough for them to return the favor. Harsh criticism is more likely the case.

You find yourself choosing your words with care to avoid them blowing up with you.

You try as much as possible to avoid running into them, because interactions with them leave you feeling defensive and drained.

You can go days without them asking you a single question about your life. They’ll never notice if you’re having a bad day.

They claim to be “socially awkward” or an “introvert” as a cover for overtly rude behavior. You are fairly certain they know exactly what they are saying.

They are physically and/or verbally violent with you, and when you confront them about their behavior, you either receive an insincere apology or they tell you to “stop being so sensitive.”

In fact, nothing they ever do is a problem. They are likely to gaslight you (claim the incident never occurred) if you confront them about the abusive behavior, leading you to question your version of events.

They put you down in front of other people, spread rumors about you, or share your personal information with others without your consent.

Bizarrely, you begin to wonder if you’re the toxic friend, because around other people, they may appear charming and pleasant. (Your other friends may not believe you if you tell them about the problems you have with this person because of this-all their experiences with them have been pleasant, so they can’t imagine what you’re dealing with.)

You and/or some of your mutual friends may even begin to make excuses for their bad behavior. (”she’s just having a bad day” “he has x mental illness”). For the record, neither of these are appropriate excuses for abusive behavior, ever.

They may claim to be one of your closest friends, but you rarely find yourself sharing personal things with them for fear they will use this information against you.

If they don’t get their way, they are likely to get dramatic or start sulking. You end up letting them do pretty much whatever they want to do so they don’t have a meltdown.

They are constantly trying to wind you up and manipulate you. They lie to you for no reason.

They are willing to throw you and your feelings under the bus to get what they want, whether it’s an s.o. or a teacher’s attention.

They threaten to stop being your friend for inexplicable reasons and warn you of the dire consequences you will suffer without them, or they will suffer without you. (ha, as if!) They are weirdly possessive of your time, to the point where you find it hard to do things with other people.

They ignore you or give you the silent treatment without telling you what’s wrong. If they’re ever angry with you, you are expected to make up all the difference and apologize, oftentimes for offenses you are not aware you have committed.

You feel like this friend is going out of their way to make you insecure. They are constantly bragging about themselves, and they seem to be talking up points they know you yourself are lacking in. They make sure to let you know that they are more successful than you, and will make sure to tell you that your successes are not all that. They are not happy when you succeed, and they cannot handle it when you do better than them.

They only spend time with you when their “best friends” aren’t around, making sure to let you know that you are not a priority. You get the uncomfortable sense that you are not as important to them as they are to you. They avoid you or purposefully exclude you from some things.

They pressure you into doing things you feel uncomfortable with. They willfully ignore/make fun of your boundaries.

Your toxic friend(s) may engage in all of these behaviors, or a combination of a few. If you recognize any of these signs, you have a toxic friend. Period. It doesn’t matter if your friend is mentally ill, if they have a bad home life, if you’ve been friends for a while, or any other rationalization you give yourself for their behavior. No one deserves to be treated poorly, and no one should treat their friends like this.

The Cutoff

A lot of people will tell you to “just cut them off.” However, when it comes to high school friendships, it is often easier said than done. It can make the classes you share extremely awkward, can force mutual friends to take sides, and make you look like a person who starts “drama.” (More on that in a minute.)

[Of course, if the friendship is taking an exceptionally dark turn (i.e. illegal activity is involved, they are thinking about harming themselves or someone else) you NEED to report this behavior to an authority figure and have them deal with it. It is out of your hands at this point. I am not endorsing putting yourself or anyone else at risk for the sake of maintaining a toxic friendship. I simply am stating that it is difficult in high school to fully get these people out of your life because you see them every school day.]

If you feel ready to “cut off” your toxic friend or friends, go for it. Be direct and honest-don’t sugarcoat anything. DO NOT WORRY ABOUT BEING “RUDE” OR “HURTING THEIR FEELINGS.” They have not treated you with respect, so they have not earned your respect. Do it in a place in which you have the most control. If you feel better doing it over text because you don’t want to do it in person, that is FINE. Do not expect your ex-friend(s) to be pleased about your behavior. Whatever they say to you or about you afterwards, remember:

They were the toxic person in your relationship. They were the person who was using you, not the other way around.

You will find other friends who treat you well.

Assholes are not entitled to your time.

People who you barely interact with who judge you based on a biased estimation of your character from 1! person...are shitty people.

You can’t please everyone.

I see a lot of “if you have a problem with me, be sure to tell me so i can fix it and if you don’t tell me that’s on you uwu” posts lying around. But here’s the thing, a lot of times toxic people find it inconceivable that they could ever be at fault. Whether you tell them as soon as the issue occurs or when you’re ending your friendship, you’re likely to get a fake-sounding explanation or a cop-out apology. Plus, if your friend is a real threat to you, putting yourself out there might only be a waste of your time, but a risk to your safety. So for the record “but at the time you told me you were fine with it?!!” should NEVER make you feel guilty.

It’s okay to be upset about the end of a toxic friendship, but you will get though this. You were so strong to cut them out of your life; you are sure as hell strong enough to survive your life without them.

The block button is a thing.

Fracturing the Circle

Cutting off your toxic friend(s) may put strain on your other friendships, however, especially if you guys have mutual friends. And in high school, this is very likely. The problem is, your mutual friends may not see your toxic friend or friends in the same way that you do, or, if the toxic friend in question is especially vicious, may sympathize with you but want to avoid picking sides for fear of retaliation. And sad as it is, if your mutual friends are questioning your version of events, accusing you of starting “drama,” or talking to your toxic friend behind your back, it’s time to let them go as well. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: you do not have to settle for shit friends.

Here’s the thing a lot of toxic people will accuse you of (and what can wreck your other friendships): drama. Everyone knows that so-called “dramatic” people start problems and pick fights constantly. But here’s the thing-it’s not “dramatic” to demand to be treated with respect. You’re not starting “drama” if you’re sick and tired of toxic bullshit. Anyone who calls you “dramatic” or accuses you of starting “drama” without full grasp of the story does not fucking deserve your time. It’s worth damaging your reputation to treat yourself with a little self-respect.

And just a PSA for anyone reading this, if anyone ever approaches you with a valid complaint about a mutual friend’s toxicity, SHUT THE FUCK UP and LISTEN to them. Don’t try to explain the behavior away. Don’t accuse the person of making it up. Don’t defend your friend just because they haven’t treated YOU like that. Show a little compassion. You don’t have to confront the mutual about the behavior if you don’t feel like it. But give the person the common courtesy of an audience.

I’m Stuck With Toxicity. What Now?

You don’t necessarily have to jump straight to cutting your toxic friends off. But you can establish boundaries at school. Here are some ideas for slowly distancing yourself from the person.

Sit with a new group of people at lunch or in class. Just physically moving yourself away from the toxic person can do wonders for your mental health.

Wait 10 minutes before replying to messages from the person. Or don’t reply at all.

Join a school group you know they’d never be interested in. It’s a great way to push an overly clingy friend away.

Create a secret social media space that only trusted friends can view. Warning-this can backfire if you have mutual friends.

Stop sharing personal information with the person. Only talk about school or neutral topics of conversation.

If your friend puts you down in a group of people, say (loudly, so other people can hear you) “That was really rude and unnecessary.” They’ll have to apologize.

For the friend who only talks about themselves: “Aren’t you going to ask me how my day went?”

Avoid gossiping about the person. It’ll just escalate conflict.

“Chill out. You’re acting like I <insert dramatic simile here>.” (Gets some laughs from the crowd.)

“Why are you yelling at me?” (Draws attention to their behavior.)

“I can’t apologize for something if I don’t know what I did.” (Logic, the great bane of the irrational.)

Avoid spending time with them outside of school.

#mine #masterpost #toxic #toxic people #toxic friends #toxic friend #toxic relationship #toxic relationships #high school #relationship #friendship #self care #self love #tw: swearing #tw: abuse #emotional abuse #abuse #trauma #toxicity

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yourarmynoona · 6 years

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Red Light District || Chapter 2

(Moodboard by Me)

Description: [Sex Worker!AU] [DomTae!AU] You were young, naive, and oh-so desperate to keep your head afloat in the big city. Working in the Red Light District was easy. Until he came along.

Rating: M

Pairings: Taehyung x Reader; Jungkook x Reader; Jimin x Jungkook x Reader; Taehyung x Jimin x Reader

Themes: S-M-U-T. Drugs, Alcohol, Sex, and NAUGHTY THINGS!!!

7.5k+ Words

Notes: Chapter inspired by “Papi Pacify” by FKA Twigs (Seriously. Watch the Video) and “High for This” by the Weeknd. This chapter is dedicated to @shadowstark for my first ever fic review and @bangtanprincesss as a thank you for my custom imagine!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

A bouncer escorted you to the famous V, who was seated like he was before, his arms outstretched across the wood portion of the couch and one leg elegantly crossed at the ankle across his knee. He was oblivious to your approach, his eyes scanning the room as his head bobbed lightly in sync with the bass reverberating throughout the club. He was sitting in one of the squared-off VIP areas that had a large central couch with two-smaller couches and a table decorated with a variety of glasses and expensive bottles of liquor.

He was between what appeared to be two of his friends and to your surprise, Jin, one of your notorious coworkers who despite being born into money, decided to become a host and entertainer. As you approached, the bouncer, a man of about 6-foot-something and 200-something pounds in black stepped back, his hands clasped at his front. V delicately turned as he saw you approach, a smirk playing on his lips as he brought a thumb to brush against them and lolled his head to one side, taking in your figure.

“V I presume? I’m Foxx. A pleasure to make your acquaintance” you stated somewhat formally as you swung yourself down into the space next to him. You had kept your dance heels on, making it somewhat difficult to maneuver to the couch, leaving you to plop down slightly. You could feel the eyes of the other men near him pay you a small glance before resuming their conversations.

“Oh the pleasure is all mine. You can call me Taehyung, by the way. No need for stage names here.”

Taehyung was scanning over your cross-legged form to his side and you were sure his words applied to not just himself. You licked your lips lightly before smiling back and replying, “I suppose, but where’s the fun in that? It ruins the mystery.” He laughed, a boxy smile revealed his wonderfully perfect teeth that were so white you would most likely go blind in broad daylight. Your initial impression of him was that he was cocky but you were starting to see that perhaps he was simply overly playful. You decided to test the waters and see how ready he was to take you back to one of the rooms and have his way with you. Though you were keeping up a professional appearance, you could feel the wetness between your thighs spreading and the dull ache to be filled growing.

Slowly you leaned into him, your thighs touching his and one of your hands coming to rest itself on the upper portion of his arm as you cocked your head playfully. “So, Taehyung, I heard you wanted to meet me but I’m wondering if it was to talk or something else.” You worked your hand slowly up and down his bicep, the smooth satin of his shirt cool to your heated touch. Taehyung bit his lip and smirked.

“I mean we could, but why waste time talking when we could get to the point. You’re fucking gorgeous and I would love to spend tonight with you. In private” he emphasized his last sentence, running his long, elegant fingers down the side of your face as your eyes met his. There was something inexplicably alluring about his gaze. It captivated you and made the temperature of your body skyrocket all the while making you feel as if you had lost control of your own will.

“So what do you say, Foxx? Do you think I could get a night with you?”

“I think that can be arranged.”

Your magenta lips turned up into a slight smirk. Carefully you got up from your spot next to him and reached for his hand, motioning with your eyes to follow you. He licked his lips lustfully before taking your outstretched hand and following your form towards the long hallways guarded by one of the many bouncers. Taehyung briefly turned around and winked at his buddies in the VIP who began to hoot and holler, clapping their hands and laughing at their friend. You rolled your eyes. Boys will always be boys.

After a brief walk to the hall guarded by one of the bouncers simply nicknamed “Dung-geun”, you ushered Taehyung to small lobby area that was adorned with rich wooded floors, dark crimson walls, and mahogany furniture with plush pillows all illuminated by a central chandelier and small wall sconces that made the room feel like a palace. There were other men and women there, sitting on a large round loveseat or touching one another as they talked. It was quieter but the reverberation of the music emanating from the club could still be both heard and felt to some degree. Turning to Taehyung suddenly you let him bump you gently before he wrapped his arms around you, gently swaying your body against his.

“So what can I expect tonight?”

“Hmm…well it depends, what do you want handsome?” you purred, your gaze lowering from his eyes to his soft lips.

Taehyung laughed softly before pulling you closer, his head tilted replying lowly “Everything”.

A shock ran from your chest to deep between your legs and you were suddenly aware of the way his fingertips were pressing deep into your hips and how close he was to your face. His presence was commanding and it made you want to give yourself over in every way. You wanted him so badly but there were sadly formalities to be had.

Pushing yourself off Taehyungs chest, you grabbed his hand and approached a large mahogany desk where an older woman sat smoking a long pipe, her round glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose, one hand stroking at her peppered gray locks.

“Mrs. Kim, I need a room. Can I get…” you trailed off, glancing over to Taehyung, “any of those rooms?”

Mrs. Kim straightened herself upright, eyeing you up and down before adjusting her glasses to examine Taehyung.

“Luckily Red isn’t taken. I’ll need you to fill this waver out young man and please leave your ID and credit card.”

Taehyung thanked Mrs. Kim and furiously filled out the paperwork as you went around the desk to write your name in the log and what room you were in. Though it was the modern era, the owner and Mrs. Kim preferred to do things by hand so as to keep client information confidential and secure. In addition, the paperwork for Euphoria also helped entertainers keep track of their clients likes, dislikes, and how much they regularly paid for. Once Taehyung finished the multiple signatures, he passed his entire wallet off to Mrs. Kim who sat eyeing him with little regard behind the mahogany desk.

“I assume you read the rules young man. You are responsible for all services rendered by Foxx and liable for any…damages that may be had. You are to abide by the rules of this establishment and all acts performed behind closed doors are to be consensual. Understood?”

Taehyung nodded.

Mrs. Kim cleared her throat and looked through the paperwork Taehyung had signed diligently, giving you a cautious glance before looking back down and opening a file to put his information in.

“You have paid for the remainder of the night and have selected full-services. Payment will be made upon leaving for the evening. A down-payment of $580 will be paid upfront. Any questions?”

Taehyung again nodded before coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you and nip at your ear before whispering “You’re all mine tonight Kitten.”

Guiding Taehyung down the hall was a heated mess of moans and needy kisses. He had thrown you into the wall and kissed you furiously, one hand to support himself and the other bringing one of your legs to wrap around him as you tangled your fingers in his hair. His kisses were hot and desperate, his tongue sliding against yours as he ground his hips into your barely clothed core. Every rut of his hardened member between your thighs was sending shocks of pleasure coursing through your veins and you had almost come from that alone.

It had take a fight to get Taehyung into the Red Room but once you had closed the door behind you, something in him changed. His eyes turned dark and his tongue creeped out to lick his lips as his hands glided up the curves along your body before he grasped a hand to your throat and another to the wall behind you. You couldn’t hide how turned on he was making you and you let forth a small moan as your eyes fluttered shut. His touch was making you dizzy and intoxicated and you felt yourself losing control of your sanity.

“Tonight you’re all mine kitten. You will do as I say and obey me. Understood?”

You nodded shyly, your mind a muddled mess as his thumb came to your lips and forced it’s way inside your mouth. He worked his thumb slowly in and out of your mouth, coaxing you to suck at it. And suck you did. You lapped at his thumb, sucking and swirling your tongue around it, making sure he knew you would be worth every penny he was spending on your attentions. You sucked and sucked, imagining what it would be like to have his cock sliding against your tongue and through tightened lips.

Withdrawing his thumb, he hissed through his teeth before commanding you to the center of the room and to kneel at the large illuminated red “X” in the center of the room facing him.

The room was spacious and illuminated in an eerie yet erotic glow of red. There was a St. Andrew’s Cross directly at the center and perpendicular to a large bed with a deep-red duvet and covered in numerous cream and red pillows. The walls were red and black, stripped with a black lacquered finish across the bed wall that was hidden behind a large rectangular mirror. The amber lit chandeliers beside each side of the bed were dimly lit so as to allow the deep red of the recess lighting to penetrate the entirety of the room and cast a red glow across any bodies that would come to writhe in passions beneath it.

You knelt down, the cross behind you and saw to your left a wall with an assortment of paddles, whips, rope, and chains. You had known about the Red Room from Jimin but had never actually taken anyone into it. You started to imagine what dark fantasies Taehyung was going to use you for, a pool of wetness gathering between your thighs.

“Did I say you could look?” Taehyung barked, the echo of his leather dress shoes clicking across the black marbled floor.

You cast your eyes suddenly downwards. A red, hot desire was pooling deep within your body.

“No sir.”

Your voice was small and though a part of you was intimidated by the very man walking towards you, it excited you all the same.

“Speak up, Kitten. Did I say you could look?”

You raised your voice slightly.

“No sir.”

You could hear Taehyung’s chuckle and knew he was smirking at you.

That red, hot desire was now bubbling over and spilling fast into your limbs.

As he stopped in front of you, you felt his cool fingertips grasp at your chin and gently force your gaze upwards to him, your neck painfully craning. As you stared at him, you could feel that burn in your chest spreading further across your body. His thumb was caressing your chin delicately as he knelt down to your level, one arm resting across a knee. Taehyung turned your head gently from side to side, taking in your features before running his free hand down your throat, his hot breath billowing gently across the your cheek.

“Kitten, you really are beautiful” his voice tapered off to a hush.

He suddenly got up and began to unbutton his satin plum-colored shirt, his gaze never leaving yours. Desire was surging through your body and there was an ethereal vibration that was nearly palpable in the air, making your limbs heavy and your body weak with lust. Removing his shirt and throwing it haphazardly onto the floor, you finally saw what a fine body was hidden by the loose vestment. His shoulders were rounded and lean and led into a finely muscled chest and core, the striations of his musculature even more prominent as he let his hands wander to the seam of his dress slacks.

Unbuckling and rapidly removing the belt from his pants, he strode over, standing directly above you before wrapping the belt around your neck and giving it a slight tug, the loose chain bracelets on his wrist lightly clinking his watch.

“How is that kitten?”

“It feels good, Sir.”

“I want you to tell me what you like, what you don’t like, and if you want me to stop. Safe word is ‘lace’ Can you do that, Kitten?”

You nodded and he yanked the belt slightly around your throat, pulling you slightly forwards, your throat slightly constricting.

“Use your words.” He commanded.

“Yes, I will.” You purred delicately.

“Good.”

He commanded you upwards with a taut pull of the belt around your neck. Standing tall in your outrageously taller heels, Taehyung let loose his grip on the belt and walked around you. You didn’t dare move as you felt his hands caress down your shoulders and to the zipper on the back of your dress. Agonizingly slow he began to unzip your dress, the sound of the metal unfurling was making your heart flutter.

Your breath hitched.

As your dress fell to the floor almost soundlessly save for the delicate clink of the zipper against the tile, you felt his body distance from yours as you stood in nothing but your black thong from your stage routine and your sky-high patent platform heels. You felt his chest press firmly against your back and his arms snake around to your front, one hand going towards your lips and the other between your legs.

“Oh fuck…you’re already so wet. Do I turn you on that much?” he hummed, his fingertips rubbing languid circles over your still clothed clit. You could only hum in response as he worked his fingers over your clit and slid his other fingers into your mouth against your tongue. He ground his erection hard into your ass as he teased you, your hands reaching behind to steady yourself while he slid his fingers deep into the recesses of your mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed as you suppressed the urge to choke. All you could feel was his fingers working you towards orgasm and his fingers fucking your mouth and sliding against your tongue.

“Fuck you look so beautiful like this, I can’t wait to see those lips around my cock” he groaned, his fingers sliding deeper between your legs, his head leaning over your left shoulder watching your expressions contort as he hit every pleasure center.

After a few moments, he worked the fabric of your panties aside and ran his long, elegant fingers across your clit and down the lips of your pussy, toying with your wet folds. You let loose a moan as he sank a digit deep inside your moist heat, your hips bucking at the wonderful searing sensation. Taehyung was teasing you, toying with you, making you squirm. You could feel the reverberation of his moans against you. He was so incredibly turned on and was enjoying every bit of teasing you. Adding another finger, Taehyung sank his digits in and out, the lewd sounds of your wetness dripping from your core adding to the eroticism of the moment, making you grind yourself further onto his fingers. You could feel your legs becoming weak as he started to hit that spot deep inside of you, his fingers fucking in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. Your moans were becoming louder and you could feel your orgasm building. You were losing control and your hips were moving against his fingers, trying to gain more of that heated friction he was giving you. Your high was rapidly approaching, building, threatening to send you hurtling into oblivion. Suddenly, he slowed and removed his fingers, leaving you to whine in protest.

Removing his fingers from your mouth and releasing you from his hold, he guided you masterfully to the floor with one hand on the makeshift leash of his belt and the other bracing your torso. Your lipstick was smeared down your chin and across your cheek and your eyes were glassy in a haze of lust and the throes of a lost orgasm. You were a mess of passion and lust and at that very moment were willing to do whatever he wanted to come on his deliciously long fingers.

“Only good girls get to come, Kitten. You need to earn it.” Taehyung said, unbuttoning his pants and dropping them to the floor all the while still holding his belt taut against your throat.

You felt him tug harshly at your neck, bringing your face to the erection still in his boxers. You looked up towards him and saw him smirk.

“What are you waiting for Kitten? I want to see those pretty lips around my cock.”

Without breaking eye contact, you brought your hands to his black boxers and slid them down his lean thighs, his cock slapping his torso with a dull thud. You ran your hands up his thighs, to his chest, and back down to his manhood. He was long, and thick with an ever so slight upward bend. You grasped him in your hands, working up and down the shaft as you began to deliver small kitten licks to the head and the underside. Taehyung was watching you with an intense gaze, his eyes filled with lust as he watched your tongue explore every inch of him. You were teasing him and you learned very quickly that he wanted more than teasing as he yanked your makeshift collar, forcing your lips onto him.

“I don’t enjoy being teased, Kitten. Suck.”

On his command, you took the head of his cock between your lips and sucked. Taehyung let loose a deep moan as he felt you take him deeper inside of your mouth, his hips languidly rutting his rock-hard member into your mouth. “Yes…f-fuck that’s it. Suck my dick like you mean it” he groaned, his head lolling backwards, his grip still firm on the belt around your neck.

You worked him expertly with your mouth and hands and you could feel the pulsing of his cock as his hips began to force himself deeper into your mouth. His hips moved faster, faster and his moans and pants were growing louder and more desperate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Your mouth feels so good Kitten.” His hands wandered into your hair, the belt still wrapped around his fist as he forcefully began to fuck your mouth harder and harder. You suppressed the urge to gag as he worked his cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. You were taking quick, desperate breaths between his thrusts, moans slipping out between each. You couldn’t help but feel incredibly aroused at how amazing his cock felt between your lips, how he had you under his control, and the tightness around your throat. You could feel he was about to come but he stopped, pulling himself from your lips, leaving a trail of saliva connecting your tongue and his cock.

“You look so wonderful with your mouth thoroughly fucked, but I think you’d look so much better being fucked by my cock Kitten.” Taehyung groaned, biting his lip as he trailed his fingers across your messy lips.

Taehyung guided you by the belt around your neck towards the extravagant bed of the Red Room, covered in plush red and black pillows. You were so wet you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs.

“Bend over Kitten. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours.” He commanded, loosening his grip on the belt.

You knelt onto the bed, getting onto all fours and arching your back to give Taehyung a view of your sex. He ran his long, elegant fingers up and down your glistening slit and hissed between his teeth as you whimpered under his touch. He teased you, his fingers making slow strips up and down your core before making delicate circles on your clit. You could feel your pussy throbbing for his touch, to be filled by his cock and it was becoming painful. He then slipped a single digit in and rotated it inside your moist heat, making you fall forwards onto the bed as he curled the digit against your g-spot. Taehyung was working you once again towards orgasm and you were again losing control, desperately trying to get him to touch you in all the right spots to make you topple over the edge. With a single finger, he had made you a moaning mess, your hips thrusting back onto his finger as he curled it again and again against that one spot that made you see white. He slipped in a second finger and you wanted to come so bad for him that you were pushing your hips further onto his fingers. That is, until you felt a sharp sting across your bottom.

“I didn’t tell you, you could come yet. I told you, only good girls’ get to come.” Taehyung said darkly, stilling his fingers inside you.

You couldn’t help but cry out at the mixture of pleasure and pain.

“P-please Sir! Let me come!” you cried out, tears threatening to spill forth.

Taehyung struck your again, his open palm making contact with the same spot as before, leaving a harsh sting in its place. “Good girls don’t talk back, Kitten. Do I have to punish you more?”

“N-no Sir!” you whimpered, your voice holding back a choked back sob.

You were desperate to come. So, so desperate. And it was destroying your sanity down to the last thread.

Taehyung scoffed. “That’s a good girl,” he rubbed your reddening bottom “Now how about I show you what a good girl gets. Would you like that, Kitten?”

“Yes, S-sir!”

And with that he removed his fingers and thrusted cock deep inside of your velvet heat. You cried out at his harsh thrust as he bottomed out inside of you and the wonderfully sinful pain of his cock stretching your walls to the brink. “Fuck Kitten, you feel so tight…” he trailed off, his thrusts savoring your body as his hands grasped tightly at the flesh of your hips. With each thrust, you could feel him stroking your g-spot. You could again feel your orgasm building with every rut of his hips to you. He thrusted in quickly and withdrew his cock oh so slowly, your juices coating every inch of him and dripping down your thighs.

“S-sir! Oh my God! Your cock is so good!” you cried out, your face buried in the fabric of the duvet, your fists clutched tightly into the thick crimson fabric.

The room was filled with the lewd and salacious sounds of skin slapping on skin, your wetness being pushed out of you as his cock filled your pussy to the brim, and the pants and moans of two people in the throes of passion. “More, please, more! Fuck me more!” you were almost screaming. His thrusts were becoming faster. Faster and faster his hips met your ass, his fingertips digging deeper into your hips, his eyes screwed shut tightly in ecstasy. With every stroke of his cock into your pussy, you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly.

He was taking gasps, needy breaths as he fucked into you harder and harder, your body being forced further up the bed. “I-I can’t hold on anymore! I’m going to come!” you practically screamed as Taehyung’s hips continued to snap to yours.

“Come for me, Kitten! Fucking come on my cock like the slut you are!”

And you came undone, your body filled with a searing sensation coming from deep within your core and spreading throughout every inch of your body. You lost all control as you cried out, your eyes shut tight, your limbs numb and your vision blinded by pleasure, a surge of wet arousal leaking out from your pussy and onto the sheets below. As your pussy throbbed around him, you could feel Taehyung climb onto the bed and with a hand, force you to stay downwards as his thrusts became more uneven and ragged breaths grew louder. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, his thrusts continuing to send white-hot sparks of pleasure throughout your body.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck! I’m gonna fill you with my cum Kitten! FUCK!” he yelled out amidst your screams of pleasure, his hips snapping to yours as he filled your wet heat with his cum. His head was thrown back in passion as his hips made small, slow thrusts, his cock being milked by the pulsation of your orgasm.

After a few moments, he withdrew his cock from your pussy, letting his cum drip down your folds and mingle with your juices. You lied there in the sheets face down and he collapsed facing the ceiling beside you. The only sound in the room to be heard was the sound of uneven breaths and panting. You couldn’t even so much as lift your dizzy head but it was then that you knew.

He was like a drug to you.

His command, his control, his dominance.

And you wanted more.

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Alone Together

“Me sentir en sécurité blottie dans tes bras, être de plus en plus proche de toi chaque jour, te combler et lorsque tu en as besoin être là, je veux faire de toi le plus heureux des hommes pour toujours.”

-Joséphine Zimmermann ; Grandir tout en poésie (2013)

⚜ Kyungsoo x reader ; 2.5 K ; smutty fluff the best way to describe this

⚜ a lil late, but it’s for Soo’s bday!! idk what this is :’) me procrastinating? writing down my thoughts? expressing my love for Soo? yes, for all.

⚜ I just really really love Soo :( ok? ok.

It wasn’t unusual for your apartment to float in a peaceful quietness, especially when it’s so early in the morning. Sun rays were only starting to peek through the blinds, nothing in the air but the smell of fresh coffee and the pitter-patter of your feet as you made your way back to your bedroom.

Leaning against the doorframe, you take another sip of your cup and allowing your eyes to linger a little longer on the sleeping form of your husband. A wave of gratitude washes over you, making your lips stretch into a smile and heart fill up with warmth.

Had it been any other day, you would have gone your morning activities, allowing Kyungsoo to catch another hour of sleep. But not today. Today, your excitement and impatience feels a little too hard to tame.

You make your way closer to the bed, setting your cup down on the bedside table, before you take a seat as quietly as you could manage. Your hands, however, feel a little too needy for a touch of his skin; incredibly soft, and deliciously warm from his slumber. Allowing your fingers to travel from his arms, up to the junction of his shoulder and neck, your eyes stay focused on his sleeping face; watching how his lips part, letting out a sleepy sigh, how his eyelashes rest softly against his cheeks. And, by god, you could swear that you’ve never seen a man so beautiful. Your other hand reaches for his hair, fingers enjoying the feel of the short strands against your skin.

Before you even realize it, you’re already leaning in, eyes fluttering shut as your lips softly land on the corner of his lips, leaving one, two, three kisses before you lightly pull away. But that only fills you with a bigger need to feel Kyungsoo’s lips against yours again, eyes admiring their softness and your own lips stretching into an unconscious smile, before you’re leaning in again.

You can’t exactly pretend to be surprised when you feel his lips move slightly against yours. The movement is slight, tentative and still heavied down by sleep, but it’s there. It makes you pull away with a smile, watching as a breathtaking smile slowly shows on Kyungsoo’s face, eyes still closed.

“Morning, baby~” you mumble against his lips, not resisting to give him one more kiss against his cheek before you sit back. But your hand barely reaches out for your abandoned cup of coffee, when Kyungsoo’s arms sneak around you, pulling you into him and rolling you over, until you’re laying back on the warm sheets and snuggling against his warm chest. His actions draw a series of chuckle of your lips, making Kyungsoo’s smile widen as he finally open his eyes with a hum.

“Good morning,” Kyungsoo murmurs, voice groggy and heavy with sleep. And you’re positive that it’s a sound you’d never get used to.

Your hands move on their own pace, resting against his jaw and neck, seeking more of his warmth. Minimizing the space between you two, your lips find his once again, savoring the feel of them and the hum of approval that vibrates from his chest and against your lips.

Kyungsoo’s hands travel from your waist, down to the skin of your thighs, finally gripping the back of your knees and rolling you over until you were straddling him. Your lips only pull slightly away from his, getting yourself nicely settled on top of him, overly enjoying the way his body felt underneath yours.

His touch always felt warm, comforting, making you never wanting to pull away.

Your hands move down, finding the soft curve of his waist, and fisting his shirt. Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, your lips not resisting one more peck. Kyungsoo’s eyes remained shut, still holding onto the last traces of sleep and savoring the feeling of your fingers lightly running against his clothed skin.

“You wanna go back to sleep?” Your question makes his eyes open lazily, and he simply shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing and hands moving up and down against the sides of your thighs.

You allow your body to sink down against him again, leaning closely until your lips were only inches apart. “You sure?” You search for further confirmation, getting it in the form of a kiss and a hand pulling you even closer by the jaw.

“Yeah.”

The way his lips deepen the kiss, moving against your and adamant on not letting go, makes you rest yourself completely on top of him. And Kyungsoo’s hands move to squeeze you against him further.

Using your hands for some leverage, you lean back, teeth dragging against his lower lip and pulling at the soft flesh. The low moan he lets out feels like the most beautiful melody to your ears, making you pull back slightly with a smile.

“Happy birthday, baby~”

Your lips dive back in, moving from his lips to his jaw, peppering the soft skin with slow, slow kisses. And when your lips reach his neck, you can only savor the way his throat moves again your touch with his every intake of breath.

“Baby,” Kyungsoo calls, but you’re far too busy making your path further down, covering every bit you could reach with kisses. You lean back when you reach the top of his collarbones, eyes locking with Kyungsoo’s that watched your every move intensely, not looking away as your fingertips work on moving his shirt up to reveal the skin underneath. You simply opt for pushing the fabric up, until his chest is fully on display for you; not wanting to disturb the intimately peaceful atmosphere reigning the moment.

Your hands take a moment to appreciate every rise and fall of his chest, the warmth and softness of his sun kissed skin, the way he visibly shudders when your fingers move ever so lightly against his nipples. Your tongue darts out involuntarily to wet your lips, leaning in right after, unable to resist any longer.

The only thing that clouds your mind is kisses, kisses, kisses. All over him, savoring every inch, every bit of skin. You keep a slow pace, taking your sweet, sweet time. Kyungsoo’s hands move against you, from your thighs and then up to slide underneath the fabric of your shirt.

You could definitely feel him harder against your thigh, eyes darting every now and then to gauge his reaction. His eyes remained closed, but the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, before his teeth captured his lower lip, and the way his breathing slightly picked up at your ministrations was enough of a sign.

Pressing down on your hands, you lightly lift yourself off of him so you could reach lower on his abdomen. When your lips meet the skin above his hipbone, you find yourself unable to resist the need to use your teeth, softly biting down on the flesh, before your lips go back to gently sucking at the same spot. The contrast makes Kyungsoo let out a hiss, especially when your fingers slowly make their trail south, barely ghosting over the tightness in his pants, before wrapping around him.

“Babe.” Kyungsoo lets out a strangled moan, and this time, it draws your attention away from the spot your lips were focused on. It makes you pull away slightly, chin lingering still above his abdomen as you look up to meet his eyes, And Kyungsoo can’t deny how he suddenly missed the wet warmth of your lips. But he had other things in mind.

“Yes?”

His fingers reach out to hold your jaw, pulling your face up and closer to his, capturing you in a needy kiss. His other hand squeezes around the flesh of your thigh, pulling you back properly into his lap and guiding your hips into grinding down on him.

The action has your lips break apart shakily, quiet moans melting into each other.

“I need you, baby” The words come out as a mere breath, just loud enough for you to hear. Your lips move back to his neck, Kyungsoo’s hands still on your thighs, adding more pressure to your movements.

“How do you want it?” You whisper against his skin, but his fingers are already back on your jaw, making you pull away to meet his eyes. It seemed like neither of you were really able to keep your lips from yearning for more kisses, warm tongues reaching out.

“Every. Possible. Way.” Kyungsoo’s words are punctuated with kisses and moans. Yours or his, You could no longer tell apart, brain feeling too fuzzy. “But we have all day for that” He hums, pulling away, eyes boring into yours. His gaze locks you in, compelling you not to look away or close your eyes, even as his hips move under yours, drawing a whimper from your lips.

“For now, I just really want you here, now, like this” His words are rushed, almost desperate, lips going back to that one spot on your neck. “Please.”

Your lips capture his again, body melting against him, his hot palms working on ridding you of your underwear. You hardly waste any time, following his guiding hands and sinking down on him.

A series of whines leaves your lips, but you don’t even try to break the heated kiss, sounds swallowed by his lips. And you do the same, taking in every single, beautiful sound he lets out, making your body feel like it’s burning and swimming in bliss at the same time.

Your thoughts feel cloudy, and all at once, all you can feel is him, him, him. His plump lips moving against yours. Not too fast, not too slow; just right, just perfect. His palms appreciatively squeezing against your flesh, setting up your pace. His skin under your fingertips, feeling the way his chest shudders and moves, nails slightly digging and probably leaving marks. His warmth, his breaths, his groans, the whispered love declarations and words of praise against the skin of your shoulder where his lips left a series of blooming, love galaxies.

Everything around you becomes Kyungsoo. Encircling around you and pulling you into his gravity, into him.

The quietness of the room is hardly perturbed, simply welcoming the hushed whispers and breathy moans, the faint sounds of skin moving against skin, lips against lips. And then your hold on him loosens, succumbing into the wave of pleasure washing over you both, moans falling against wet skin.Your movements slow down, until they completely still, and it’s just you resting against him, your lips pressing continuous kisses against his shoulder, while his rest against your forehead.

You can’t tell how long you’ve stayed in that position, lips spelling love against each other’s skins, the sheets now wrapped around you and sheltering you from the cool air. His fingers twirl strands of your hair, earning content sighs from you.

Neither of you felt ready to pop your little bubble just yet, far too immersed in the serenity wrapped around you. So you allow yourself a few more moments, before you lightly push yourself up, once again finding Kyungsoo’s closed eyes.

“Soo” You lightly whisper, lips moving against the skin of his jaw. Kyungsoo hums back. “Should we go shower?”

He groans, but his head nods a yes. His lips part, letting out a sigh before replying; “In a bit.”

Kyungsoo’s arms only wrap tighter against your waist, hugging you close. “Let’s just stay here a little longer”

From where you stand in the kitchen, your eyes catch Kyungsoo as he comes out of the bedroom, fresh of the shower. You had left sooner than him, however hard it was to convince him to let you go, or buy any of your excuses.

“Babe, did you see my blue scarf?” Kyungsoo asks, too distracted by his missing item for a bit to notice you standing right in front of him, or notice what you were holding -for that matter.

It’s only when he’s met with your silence that he fully looks up, words left hanging on his parted lips.

“Happy Birthday, Soo~” You echo once again, smiling widely behind the lit candle on the cake you held. It was hard to tame your giddiness, and Kyungsoo could tell from the slight bounce in your heels and how you were biting down on your lip to tame your wide smile.

For a moment, Kyungsoo looks down, filled up with absolute warmth. An uncontrollable laugh leaves his lips, smile so wide as he meets your eyes again. You revel in the way his eyes turn into moon crescents, the way his cheeks squish and how a look of pure happiness takes over his entire face.

And that, right there, is the very thing that brings magic into your world.

“Baby,” Kyungsoo mumbles, voice overwhelmed with awe, “I thought we were having a party later tonight with everyone?”

“I know~” you offer, “But I thought we could have this one, just for us two~ “

That has him moving the cake out of your hand and on the counter, just so his hands could cup your face and pull you in for a kiss to convey the feelings bubbling in his chest.

“Babe, how early did you have to wake up to make it?” Kyungsoo pulls away, slightly frowning in worry. But you don’t let him dwell on that too much, pressing one more kiss against his lips, and then his nose, before pulling away.

“It wasn’t even that early, don’t worry~” Your excuses fall past your smiling lips, and Kyungsoo knows better than to believe them. Just one glance at the details of the cake is enough to give out the time and effort put into it. But Kyungsoo also knows better than to keep protesting, when his wife has put so much of her energy and love into it. So he simply shakes his head, pulling you in for a deeper kiss.

Kyungsoo’s forehead rests against yours, for a bit longer after his lips pull away. Eyes closed and lips still holding a smile, hands resting on the sides of your neck. And it’s not until you speak up, that he pulls back.

“Now, make a wish~” You whisper, worriedly looking back at the candle that kept burning. Kyungsoo nods with a smile, taking a second to silently whisper his wish into the air, before blowing at the flame.

Clapping your hands together in glee, you congratulate him one more time before moving around the counter to get plates and a knife, way too excited to cut through the cake.

A soft, soft smile hangs on Kyungsoo’s lips, watching you move around, mumbling to yourself incoherent thoughts about napkins, where did I leave them?

And it’s moments like this, when he’s filled with gratitude to the very brim, that Kyungsoo finds himself thankful for every moment, every hardship, every decision that has lead him to where he is now.

To you.

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