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#like my whole body gets tense more and more while i wait and my breathing shortens more and more as the hours pass till it’s time for class
lunargrapejuice · 19 hours
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sephiroth + "it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand." and/or "i will never let you go."
p.s i adore how you write sephiroth sm i will always eat it up ravenously thank you <333
ahhh thank you so much lovely!<3 i wrote one but i'm still gonna write the other because i can't help myself with this man hehe🤭🩷 i hope you enjoy this one🥺 it got kinda long im sorry ahh again i could not help myself😵‍💫
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"it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand." | sephiroth x reader with no pronouns used
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tonight the moon seems nothing more than a dim light in the distance against the bright city street that is busy with midgar citizens despite the late hour. booths and open storefronts line the street for as far as you can see, public security having blocked off the area so no vehicles could get through and people could wander the bustling night market freely. the scent of sweet and fried foods fills the air, accompanied by the chatter and giggles of everyone around you but it all feels dull against the butterflies in your chest that hadn’t stopped for a single moment since the start of your walk home.
but how could they when sephiroth had waited at the office in order to see you home safely and had kept close since you left the shinra building? you could feel the heat of his body, his long strides slowed in order to keep next to you but it’s a comfortable pace as he walks on the side of the walkway closest to the street and crowds of people.
with how broad his shoulders are, anytime you look up at him, he takes up your whole world, making your cheeks burn at the reminder of just how beautiful he is and how close he actually is to you. one sway of your hand to the right and your fingers would be brushing against his. you could reach out and move his long hair away from his face to give you a better view of those cat-like eyes that have always captivated you. but you don’t and instead let yourself fall into a comfortable silence when your mind runs away with thoughts of how it would feel to card you fingers through his hair, touch the tender skin of his cheek-
before you can get too far away from the reins you normally keep on your feelings for him, your attention to your surroundings come back just in time to see someone running in your direction a little too late for you to move out of the way, their eyes not in front of them and instead of the person jogging beside them. your body tenses, your eyes closing and you draw in a quick breath as if to prepare for the impact and the crash to the ground.
while you do feel the world around you move, there’s no force to the ground and instead of a harsh clashing of bodies, it’s as though you’re being gently tucked into one. the smell of leather and flora fills your senses and you know without a doubt you’re against sephiroth even before your eyes open to confirm it’s true. he had moved so quickly you are only now registering the arm around your middle that keeps you pressed against his body and when your eyes flutter open to be met with his worried ones, light brows knitted together in concern, you’re glad for it as your knees wobble.
he feels the shift in your body weight and easily adjusts his hold on you so you don’t lose your footing but hopes that you don’t hear or feel the way his heart is rapidly beating in his chest with how it feels to have you pressed into him. it certainly gets no better when you look up at him with eyes that sparkle in the street lights. but to his surprise, despite the overwhelming bursts of electricity firing off like fireworks in his chest, he’s able to speak.
“are you alright?”
slow to pull away, regretful that you have to, you feel his hold leave your side only when he knows you’re steady on your feet. your nod your head and the smile you wear is hiding your embarrassment. “ah - sorry about that.”
“it’s fine,” he chuckles, low and sweet, and the melody of it stops your worries in their tracks. all you can focus on is his handsome face in a soft, almost boyish, expression you quite like on him. “distracted by something?”
your cheeks burn and you’re unable to meet his eyes. yes but you’re not able to admit about what. “i guess so,” you try not to think about what was keeping your eyes and your mind occupied, what it felt like to be in his arms, pressed against his chest, just moments ago even though the feeling of him still tingles your skin everywhere your bodies connected. “theres.. just a lot going on out here. i think i’m a little used to the quieter walk home.”
it wasn’t entirely a lie. normally this street was empty on your way home and anytime sephiorth walked you it was just the two of you. you think you both prefer it that way considering how many eyes have looked sephiroths way tonight. you’re thankful they at least have been too busy to stop the famous war hero. or perhaps too scared to with how intimidating his presence felt to most. 
a feeling that wasn’t in your personal repertoire of emotions for him.
oh no, there was nothing close to intimidation or fear when he closes the distance between you, one step that puts you impossibly close as a couple walks behind him and takes a double look back. you hear them whisper his name amongst themselves but his focus is only on you. you’re unable to discern the emotions swirling like mako in his eyes but a part of you wonders if they are mirroring your own.
sephiroth knows this is just a crowd of citizens, not a battlefield or enemy territory, but there’s a deep need within him to protect you, keep you as close as possible so you don’t have to worry about anyone nearly crashing into you again or touching you if you don’t want them to. 
he’s been keenly aware of everyone around you, not normally liking being in such large crowds to begin with and wanting to ensure your safety always, but a part of him is also thankful for them tonight. at least in the sense that he might not have given in to his want to hold you had he not needed to in order to keep you safe. such intimate and tender moments are not something he is used to in the slightest but he craved it with you and the desire had only grown each time you touched. 
now was no exception - goddess it had only made it amplify to the tenth degree. he hadn’t wanted you to step away from his chest that caught your breath on his exposed skin or to be away from the softness of you in his hold. and you’re still here, right in front of him, right within his grasp, so close he could easily lean down and capture your lips.
it takes all of his strength to fight against the heart in his chest that aches for you but even in his seemingly infinite might, it still somehow gets the better of him. if only a bit.
“it's getting crowded. here, hold my hand.”
in your speechless state, all you can do is nod at his words as your cheeks burn and you take his offered hand. the leather of his gloves feels clean and his hand easily encases your own with its size but you also can’t deny how utterly perfect it feels and give it an experimental squeeze at the first step you take back down the street, hoping this walk home will last much longer tonight.
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evie-sturns · 2 months
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𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨
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summary: matt's been showing you less attention recently, all your emotions hit you at once while your alone in your apartment, but matt shows up.
contains: fluff (a lot), smut (matt the munch), crying, swearing.
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it's been 2 days since matt's reached out, he hasn't texted, called, not a single word from him. 2 days isn't that long, but he's been distant lately.
i'm laying alone in my bed, the house is empty and obnoxiously silent. whenever i'm alone my emotions get the best of me, i hate crying in front of people.
i roll over, my eyes flick up to the time, 11:47pm. i let out a deep sigh as i see an Instagram notification appear.
'matthew.sturniolo made a post'
i click on it, liking it as i scroll through the mutiple pictures, its him ,nick, and this other girl ive never seen before. my heart sinks as i see his hand, which seems to be holding her hip.
"what the fuck.." i groan, wiping my eyes, everything makes alot more sense now.
everything hits at once, i feel the tears start, after a few seconds it turns into sobbing, my mascara streaking down my face.
abrubtly the door to my room creaks open, i slam my phone down, launching my body up.
its matt.
i instantly lie back down, rolling my body over so my back faces the door. "hey y/n!!" he says, unaware.
he turns on the light, i pull my blanket up over my head, holding my breath as i try to slow the tears, it doesnt work, instead a loud sob escapes my mouth.
i hear matt pause before he speed walks over to my side of the bed, he pulls the blankets off of my face, im met with his face, worry painted across his face.
"oh fuck, are you okay sweetheart?" he says, cupping my face with his hands as he leans over me bed.
"go away matt." i say in between crys.
he places a kiss to my forehead before walking over to the other side of my bed, crawling in next to me.
"matt i said go away-" i say, raising my voice but he cuts me off.
"shh.. i know i know" he says, wrapping a hand arounds my waist and tugging me close to him. "talk to me please." he says, anxiety clear in his voice.
i cuddle close to his side, laying my head under his armpit as i drape a thigh over his. he rubs my arm as he waits for me to answer.
"you havent.. talked to me.. in 2 days." i say in between sobs. i feel matt tense under me, "i know, youve been on my mind the whole time but ive been unbearably busy, you know i love you gorgeous." he says shakily,
"don't lie matt!" i raise my voice.
"y/n, stop it please." he says, his voice stern.
"no!" i yell, matt holds me close to him as i try to move away from him. his grip firm, but not painful on me.
"you were holding her!" i shout, matt's eyebrows furrow.
"y/n, who. who was i holding."
"that girl in your post." i mumble with a deep sigh.
"who, cassie? that's nates little sister, you know Nathan." matt closes his eyes as he plants a kiss in my hair.
i go silent, feeling slightly humiliated. "oh." i say, my voice breaking.
"can i show you how much i love you." he whispers, playing with my bra strap. i nod as matt pulls my blanket off me.
when matt and i usually hook up, we both put in equal effort, but matts made it very clear he doesnt want me to do anything.
"get comfortable," he says, slowly pulling down my sweat shorts until they bunch at my ankles. he taps my hip, signalling for me to lift it up, i comply, raising my torso off the bed. matt places a pillow under my lower back.
"you ready?" he asks softly, maintaining eye contact. "y-yes.. please."
matt spreads my legs, positioning his head between my legs, he places gentle kisses on my inner thighs, getting closer to my heat each time, i feel goosebumps form on my body as he places a light kiss on my clit, which is covered by my panties.
he reaches his palm to my legs, spreading them further. "good girl," he says, his breath hitting my inner thighs. he reaches his two finger up, pulling my panties to the side. he blows out cold air directly onto my clit.
a soft moan escapes my mouth.
he licks a stripe from my hole to my clit, i move my body into his mouth, desperate for more, his noses brushing against my pelvic bone. he grabs my hip with his spare hand, reaching two fingers down and teasing me.
"please!" i whine, squirm slightly, he grips onto my hip tighter before pressing two fingers inside of me. "oh my fuck.." i groan as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me.
i throw my head back, reaching my hand down and interlocking my hands with his hair. his mouth attaches to my clit, a desperate moan exiting my mouth as he continues to curl his fingers inside of me.
"im gonna c-" i whine, gripping his hair tighter, i clench around his fingers, releasing. matt slowly pulls his fingers out of me as he raises his head up, looking at me. his cheeks are flushed, a small amount of white painted on his cheek.
he places on last peck on my sensitive clit, before wiping his face. "you okay?" he asks, his voice barely audible as i catch my breath. "yeah.." i mumble, "thank you matt".
matt gets out of bed, walking over to my side of the bed and picking me up, cradling me as he walks us into his bathroom. "you're perfect ya know?" matt says, turning on the bath. after a few minutes he places me down in the tub, his hand on the back of my head so i don't hit my head.
he sits on the edge of the bath, still trying to wipe his face clean.
"im sorry matt."
"what no, its fine i like it?" he says defensivley.
"no, im not talking about the mess i made on your face, im sorry for yelling at you earlier."
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lvlyghost · 7 months
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I love your stories so much I can't 😫😍😍❤️
Could you maybe write a angst to fluff ghost x reader story where the reader gets injured badly while ghost is on her side the whole time in the hospital while she is unconscious and he's having breakdowns and anxiety and all really angsty stuff and when she wakes up she comforts him and all is fluffy and maybe a bit smutty 🤭
No More Stars Left to Count
PAIRINGS: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
SUMMARY: Few things made Simon break down. Almost losing his girl takes a toll on him.
WORD COUNT: 1.6k
TW: Smut! MDNI! Angst, hurt, comfort. Injuries. Panic attacks. Grammar mistakes just the usual... Do not read if you're under 18.
A/N: I'm actually quite happy with this one🥹🩷 Enjoy Anon! This is my first time posting smut and in another language so sorry in advance if there are mistakes! Corrections are appreciated ✨🐝
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Simon's head rests on his left hand, his eyes bore into your fragile body. Several machines are attached to you, helping you breathe, pumping meds into your system. He doesn't deserve you by any means. He doesn't deserve your trust, your laughter, your body.
All he can think about— as his brown orbs can't find the strength to look away— is how miserably he had failed to protect his team. To protect you. It's been twelve days and you still don't show any signs of waking up; it wasn't abnormal for you to not wake up. The damage inflicted to your body had been great. Simon thought for a painful moment he had lost you for good. The woman he cared for. The woman he utterly loved.
He swallows hard.
There aren't many things that'd scare him. He's simply seen too much. But this? Was this truly his destiny? To lose everyone he loved? His family and now you?
He inhales sharply, his free hands traces your inert hand, tracing soft patterns on your pale skin littered with cuts and bruises. That very hand he adores to hold when you were together. He blinks, memories from your last night together flooding his brain as he sinks further down the chair, adjusting the hoodie over his head.
The night before leaving for the mission in Romania.
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"No, wait look Simon! Give it to me!" You chuckle, under the covers, both of your bodies remain warm. It wasn't unusual that Simon couldn't sleep so he'd often come into your room and spend the night with you. "There." You pointed out. Your hand and his hand stretched out in front of you, slowly you touch his, spreading out your palms comparing hands. Your eyelashes flutter at the mere sight of his big calloused hand outsize yours, completely engulfing it. You splay out your fingers until they're intertwined.
His breath catches in his throat. He loved how small you were compared to him. He wanted to protect you from everything even from himself, but you had refused to leave him when he tried to push you away.
"Come here." He grabs your arm pining you down and under his gargantuan body. You squeal, laughing at the sudden change of position; Simon sets his body between your legs. Your arms rest on his sides, layers of muscle tensing under your touch. Tilting your head back, eyes meet the dark sky outside the window.
"Look at them." You mumble, Simon lays a kiss on your neck taking advantage. He loves the feeling of your steady pulse on his lips. "The stars are so bright tonight." He hums absentmindedly, hands coming to grip his blond locks.
There's a fire burning in your belly and the ache between your thighs when you feel the tent forming through his grey sweatpants.
"Need you, love." He grumbles. His hands undress your bottom half making you gasp.
"Simon..." soft pink lips kiss your body. Your chest, your stomach... until he's lost between your legs. Mouth lapping at your wetness. You squirm under his touch, it's intoxicating. It feels like you might combust. The fire running through your veins, the goosebumps on your sensitive flesh as you clench around nothing. Unable to resist it you grab him by the arms. "You know what I need." In the blink of an eye two bodies intertwined moving desperately chasing the sweetest end together. He murmurs soft encouraging words in your ear that sent shockwaves through your veins, Simon couldn't possibly be more deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot that made you want to scream, nails digging on his back, surely leaving red marks that he would proudly show tomorrow.
The purple and orange that tinges the sky outside filters through the window, casting an ethereal display of colors around this room that hides away the few moments you get to spend with him as you finish together; feeling impossibly more in love with him.
"It's clearing already." You point out. Simon looks up from your eyes, albeit reluctant to miss the beautiful shade of your orbs. "No more stars left..."
He kisses your forehead, then bumps his nose against you before he finds your mouth.
"There'll be plenty more to count tomorrow, sweetheart. I promise."
But you're not counting them as he promised the night before. Instead he's shouting orders like an enraged man. Heart beating out of his chest, you were so close to the evac point with your squad. Five minutes ago he had squeezed your arm and kissed your temple before urging you to get in the land rover from the SAS. Only to watch it blow seconds later. His heart stopped and then the ringing in his eardrums.
It was an ambush.
And as the rest covered him he rushed to you.
The blood. Crimson blood all over the bodies. He knew what this meant.
"Sergeant!" He forces his body to move, dragging you by the straps of your combat vest to take cover behind one of the vehicles. He knows he shouldn't be moving you like that, but right now he can't think of anything else than getting you out of there... "Bloody fucking hell!" He roars.
What was that feeling, like his soul was being ripped apart...?
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Releasing a shaky breath, Simon squeezes your hand once again careful not to hurt you. The IV in your hand too foreign. It's too much. The sight, the memories of the vehicle flying through the sky...
The pit in his stomach grows, a wave of nausea and uneasiness hitting him all of the sudden. Simon stands on wobbly legs, taking one last glance at you he steps out the ICU. Crouching down he yanks the balaclava from his face. Why was his chest so tight, and his vision filled with blackness? The incessant ring on his ears is real. Fucking real. It was supposed to be a nightmare... this thing pulling him down.
"Come back to me baby." He pleads in a hushed tone although he knows you can't hear him. Simon lifts his hands to find support on the wall in front of him. He breathes as much air as he can through his nose, tries to blink away the black dots.
"Lieutenant Riley?" A feminine voice wafts through the empty hallway reaching him. He holds out a shaky finger without even looking at her.
"Leave..." he warns.
"Sir? I...-" the nurse hesitates.
"Now!" He barks.
She scurries away but not before calling the doctors and the Captain to the med wing.
Simon stays there until his ragged breathing evens, he then goes back to your room, deep down he hopes—prays— that your eyes will open when you hear him. But you don't. He sits again on the couch where he's tried to sleep, tossing the mask away from him. His throat bobs, what's happening to him? It burns. The door creaks open revealing a concerned John who looks at him in disapproval.
"This isn't going to help anyone Simon." He scolds him.
"What do you want Price?"
"You need to sleep. And for... just for the love of God eat something son."
"Not until I know she'll be fine."
Price sighs closing the door behind him.
"She wouldn't want this." Even then, Price doesn't want to look at you. This had taken a toll on everyone. But Simon wasn't handling it well. Rubbing his eyes he scoffs. "Come on go get some rest I can stay."
"No." Both men stare at each other not wanting to back down. "I'm on leave you don't get to tell me what to do Price."
John crosses his arm.
"I'm worried Simon. I want her to be okay too. We all do."
Simon's jaw clenched, hands balling into fists. They don't really know. They don't know, can't comprehend the extent of his love for you.
"What if this was your girl? Would you leave her fucking side hm?"
A tense pause electrifies the air as the two glare at each other, oblivious to the other person whose eyes are tearing.
The beeping sound increases as your heart rate goes up. Two pair of eyes snap to the sound. Your hand tries to snatch the oxygen from your face, but Simon darts out with dread plastered all over his features. You faintly hear John calling the doctors.
"Easy, love. Easy..." he soothes you. Stopping your hands from moving. Your body is in too much pain, tears slip down your cheeks, once again Simon grits his teeth. If he could he'd take it all away. "Don't force yourself you're..." he trails off. "You're hurt."
It feels like you're body is being torn apart. The drugs are slowly leaving your system.
"What happened?" your croak out, throat dry and inflamed. He sits bringing the glass of water to your lips not before removing for a brief moment the oxygen mask. You take a small sip and thank him with a weak smile.
"Ambush." He explains. Hating that he can see the images all over again in the back of his mind. "Thought I lost you."
More tears well in your eyes, as weak as you feel you reach out your hands tracing his jawline and cheekbone. He closes his eyes, and finally breathes again, with you touching him he feels alive again. He wants nothing more than to go home with you.
"How many nights..."
"Twelve..."
The doctors rush in but before they drag him away you say:
"That's a lot of counting we've missed."
A press of his lips on your forehead, a silent promise to never let anything happen to you ever again. Even if it mean giving his own life for yours. He would do it any day. Better him than you.
"We've got the rest of our lives, love."
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daddyricsdoll · 21 days
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Don’t make me pull over or I’ll fuck you till you can’t speak.” With Lewis ppppllllleeeeaaaassseee
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“Don’t make me pull over or I’ll fuck you till you can’t speak.” Lewis’ grip on my thigh became tighter, trying to emit some kind of pain but my core only grew wetter. 
“Don’t you think that’s what I’m trying to do?” I started holding his arm, my actions seemingly innocent but we both knew exactly what they exuded. “You never know when to stop, do you?” Lewis sighs, speeding up and driving through unfamiliar roads before finding a secluded place. Getting out of the car and striding to my door. Lewis opens it and pulls me out, throwing me over his shoulder and walking back to the front.
“Gonna act like a brat, you’re gonna get treated like one. One of his large tattooed hands running up and down the back of my thighs. Fingers painfully teasing me, just until Lewis drops me back down to my feet. Turning me around so I don’t face him, but the hood of the car. Sliding his hand up my back and then pushing my body down. Making me reach out and hold the car to keep me up. 
“Spread your legs for me.” Lewis commands, his words controlling me like a puppet and making me do exactly as he says. 
His hands came to my hips to remove my skirt, easily letting it drop on the floor, my panties following suit. “So fucking pretty like this.” Lewis lays each of his calloused palms against my ass, rubbing them around before falling to the front of my hips and pushing me back. Forcing his erection against my ass. 
“Was this what you wanted?” Lewis asks, waiting for the nod of my head before pulling away and filling me with anticipation because of the loud ruffling of his pants. Clearly sharing that anticipation as Lewis begins to align his dick with my entrance. Giving me a mere second before thrusting in. My straight arms already shaking and bending as he moves my whole body. Ramming in me so vigorously that the slaps of our skin dominated the loud cars and people streets away. 
Every vein that ran along Lewis’s dick, was memorised but always still took my breath away as it stretched my walls. Little grunts and pleasurable moans left the gorgeous man's lips. Holding onto my hips and intensifying each thrust with the way his hand would slip to my front and grasp onto my breasts. 
Taking away my sanity as he treats me like a doll, something to play with however you like. Whether it was with care, or recklessly, but this time it’s with no mercy. The tip of his dick pressing against my g-spot and pushing each whine out of my mouth. A helpless moan fleeing my lips when his hand reaches up further to wrap around my neck. Bringing me back to every other time his hand would make me see stars from being inside of me or out. 
Lewis uses my clit with his free hand, flicking, rubbing and squeezing it with his fingers. 
My legs started to give out and shake, trying to silently plead him to rest. But I couldn’t stop Lewis, he liked things his way… until it came to me. But as he encouraged the way my legs quivered under each ram of his cock and flick of his fingers– I realised his weakness wouldn’t work just yet. 
Fucking me dumb, and toward my climax. My stomach tensing as the coil becomes tighter and it makes the moans leave my mouth involuntarily. 
Body trembling as I ultimately release, still attempting to keep myself up while Lewis still thrusts in me like we just started. Hips snapping against my ass, with the compliments of our pornographic moans become a sinful sound that I’ve grown accustomed to. 
The top half of my body drops against the car, feeling the smallest bit of relief. A tired smile also growing on my lips as Lewis’s dick starts twitching. Not being able to handle it anymore and releasing. Staining my walls with his hot cum, and turning each dirty thrust even more unholy. 
“This what you wanted?”
“Y-yes.”
“Still can speak huh? I guess we’re going again.”
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asking them for cuddles after an argument.
ᙏ̤̫ 엔하이픈 ♡ female reader & requested! (past) hurt with comfort established relationship + cw. not-proofread skinship kissing mention to crying 0.8k | ( bookshelf )
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heeseung would be taken aback a tad, surprised feeling making his mouth fall slightly agape— given that he is the type to like keeping physical contact while having and argument and that you’d have avoided all his attempts. after a few seconds of getting lost in his thoughts, he wouldn’t be able to keep his smile from creeping on his face; he’d open his arms as he answers with a shy “of course” he’d feel relief fill his whole body when he feels your warmth against his body, you’d be able to feel the soft buzzing of his heart as you rest head on his chest.. yeah, you are not getting rid of each other anytime soon.
jongseong would know without you even asking; he’d usually be the one who come to you after an argument, with his comforting smile and genuine attention written all over his face. he’d usually come just to ask you if you want to eat or something along the line. getting immediately worried when you say no, he’d feel his whole body tense at the overwhelming thought that you are more upset that usual. then, his gaze would examine your features clearly and he’d watch you having that ‘i want cuddles but i’m too shy to ask’ expression on your cute face— “c’mere” he’d tell you with a soft smile and you’d obey.
jaeyun would get immediately worried when he sees you coming with a sad face; biting your lip awkwardly and desperately trying to avoid his eyes.. just like you do when you just finished to hurriedly wipe your tears so he’d not notice that you cry, but he’d always know. rushing to you, he’d ask you what wrong with all his features full of uneasiness— “of course, my love” taking your hand and walk you to the room as he’d say so; he’d put his hand on the back of your head while you both lay in bed and stroke your hair softly.
sunghoon would be so put at his ease just because of the fact you are willingly coming in the same room as he is. therefore, when you come in the room, his eyes wouldn’t be able to leave you.. following your every moves as he’d pathetically try to not go and follow you as if he was a lost puppy. his sad eyes would follow you until you come sit next to him, and he’d not be able to do anything but stay still for a while when you wrap your arms around him. he’d take you in his embrace immediately, with his eyes getting slightly watery as pure relief floods in his blood.
seonwoo would welcome you with open armes and a soft smile; both happy about you not being too mad anymore and that you want to cuddle with him, which he loves to do. he’d lay on the sofa as you lay on his chest in front of a cheesy movie, he’d a warm cover on the both of you and pat your head tenderly. “are you comfortable?” he’d whisper in your ears, and he’d smile when you nod against his heart. after a while, he’d take that as opportunity to talk it out and make up!
jungwon would let out fond noises out of the barrier of his lips and without even realizing it; it’s just one of his habit coming out, even if it’s a little tense between the two of you, he’d never not think you are not the most adorable thing on earth and would never refuse cuddles. making you lay your back on the mattress so he can lay on you, with his nose in the crook of your neck and breathing your scent tenderly, “don’t be mad anymore, okay?” he’d ask as he moves so he can put his face deeper into your neck.
riki would, at first, come to you an hour or so after the argument; all remorseful and anxious about your response to his act. waiting at the door for a while as he ponder about whether he should go talk to you or not— he’d decide that he should wait for a bit more. but, he’d get stopped in his motion by you calling out his name after you’d see him. he’d for sure ask a stupid question when you ask him for cuddles, as in; “me?” while he genuinely gawk at you and point at himself. but then, when you he’d enter your circle of warmth, he’d not want to let go under any circumstances.
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went back to school today... (>﹏<)
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moremaybank · 6 months
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HIGH SEX — j.m
pairing jj maybank x fem!reader
warnings marijuana use, high sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk/language
author's note a lil proofread but kinda not (aka i skimmed over it), sorry ily
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High sex with JJ was addicting. His hands travelling greedily all over your body as if it’d be the last time he ever got to feel you beneath his calloused fingertips. Pink lips sucking hickies anywhere they wished, and kissing you so deep that he never wanted to come up for air. Deep, slow strokes where he buried himself inside you. Eating you out for hours and tuning the world so far out that all he could hear was your trembling moans. 
There was nothing that compared to it. 
Your heart raced as the THC ran through your veins. Everything was heightened. Every kiss and every brush of JJ’s skin against yours scorched you. Each action went straight to your core, awakening your senses and making you that much more sensitive. 
“Almost done, princess. Finish that joint ‘n I’ll fuck you so good. Know how bad you need it.” His fingers skimmed over your clit and he felt your body tense under his touch. You took another hit, exhaling it shakily when he applied the slightest bit of pressure. “There we go, that’s it.” 
He swapped his middle and ring finger for his thumb, starting to rub slow circles while he slipped his digits into you. You mewled and your toes curled. He nodded at you, encouraging you to finish the joint. You obeyed him as always, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of him and knowing your wishes wouldn’t be granted until you did so. You inhaled for the last time, letting the smoke swirl into your lungs. Before you could release it, JJ’s free hand grasped your neck, pulling you to his lips so he could steal the smoke for himself. Your stomach did somersaults at the move, and you clenched around his fingers. 
“God, you’re sexy,” he breathed, the puff escaping his mouth as he spoke. His lips trailed down to your neck, sucking at your sensitive skin as his fingers fucked you. Your hand wove into his hair, then slid down to the spot between his shoulder blades. Your nails dug into his flesh when he curled his digits. 
“Get inside me,” you whined. 
He pulled away from your neck, a crooked smile pulling at his lips as he put the joint out on the ashtray. “No please ‘n thank you? Where’re those manners, pretty girl?” 
“Fuck me before I leave you high and dry. Literally.” 
“Yes ma’am.” He shoved his boxers down, letting his cock jump out. It stood tall, waiting to be sunk into your velvety walls. Then his hand found the inside of your thigh, pressing you open and easing himself inside. You gasped, letting your head fall back against the seat. Your mouth was open, providing him with the space to stuff his wet fingers into it. You tasted yourself, lapping at them and moaning. 
JJ cursed when he felt your walls flutter, letting his hand abandon your thigh and wrap around your hip. The other withdrew from your mouth and planted next to your head. “You’re soaking, fuck.” 
He slid in and out of you with abundant ease, his cock not letting a single spot inside you go untouched. He hooked your leg around his hip, using the leverage to go even deeper, and when he angled himself to hit your g-spot, you swore your eyes crossed. Stars, planets, the whole damn universe was all you could see as he fucked you. 
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking deep, J. More. Harder. Fuck, p-please. I’ll do anything,” you said, brows pulled together as you begged him. 
“Pretty girl’s so fuckin’ needy when she’s high, huh?” He listened to your command, rutting into you roughly. You wrapped your limbs around him like a koala, clutching onto him. “‘M needy for you too, baby. This pussy’s so perfect, got me writing my damn vows.” 
“Yeah? Gonna marry me, J? Fuck every load into my pussy forever?” 
He groaned at your words, pressing his lips to yours harshly. You didn’t think his thrusts could grow any more relentless, but damn, they did. They were unforgiving and brutal, but so fucking good. He sucked on your tongue, tasting you as his pleasure started to climb. 
“Yeah, baby. I’ll slap a rock on that finger ‘n breed the fuck out of you. Get you nice ‘n round with my baby so I can cum in you as many times as I want.” His filthy words were music to your ears. He’d always had a dirty mouth, but when he was high, it was like he was just spilling his deepest and truest confessions. 
JJ stared down at you, eyelids heavy and hooded. His blue orbs sparkled, the tint of red surrounding them. He bit down on his lower lip, watching your tits shake with every thrust. “Such a good fuckin’ slut, taking this cock nice ‘n deep. You wanna cum, baby?” 
“Yes,” you called. “Make me cum. Make me cum.” 
His lips came into contact with your throat again, nipping harshly and painting red and purple splatters onto your flesh. One of his hands travelled up your side and grasped your tit. He rolled and pinched your pebbled nipple between his fingers. 
You were hazy, the amazing sensations and the effects of the weed colliding together and putting you on cloud nine. Unintelligible words tumbled from your lips, and you grew dizzy as JJ angled his cock to hit your sweet spot. Your walls started to close in on him, milking him and begging his cock for his cum. 
“Shit. Fuckfuckfuck,” JJ rasped, his grip on you tightening as he panted heavily. His hot breath against your neck gave you goosebumps and you shivered. You let out another cry, dragging your nails down his back, and your sounds pushed him closer. “I love the way you sound, baby. Want you crying for this cock always. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Your cum,” you babbled. “Gi-Gimme your cum.” 
He came, hot white spurts spilling into your pussy and mixing with your release. He didn’t stop though. His thrusts remained strong, overstimulating you before you were even done with your first orgasm. 
“J, gonna squirt,” you warned. But he still didn’t falter. He kept fucking you until your release sprayed out of you, drenching him. He pulled out, gripping his cock and slapping it against your clit as he drew more and more of your juices from you. Your loud cries drowned out everything else, and your body shook and trembled below him. “I can’t, JJ, please!” 
“Not stoppin’ ’til you’re fuckin’ empty, baby.” 
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randomshyperson · 3 months
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Teddy Pickers - Heart Shaped Series
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Chapter Summary: In the rare quiet time in the lives of fugitives, you and Wanda play a game of questions. It's like that old saying: There's always a peaceful period before the storm. Or could it be that this time, the storm has already passed?
Warnings: (+18), soft and almost entirely a smut chapter, making out, dirty talking but they are actually just playful and dorky with each other, more shapeshifting stuff, hints of PTSD and trauma talk, some self-doubt from both, mainly fluff and hurt/comfort | Words: 4.845k
A/N-> So I had two chapters ready but I hated them. I had to rewrite the whole thing because I was unsure where to take this story. I'm all on my supercorp era again and I was taking this to a very angsty line and I don't want that. So I changed and gave them peace and quiet instead. Also, I can't wait to write jealous hormonal mess Wanda in the next chapters! A good reading for you all!
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You woke up to her nightmares.
Still groggy from sleep, you rubbed your eyes and forced your body to react to the figure murmuring softly beside you, her face contorted in discomfort. At some point during the night, Wanda let go of you, snatched almost the entire comforter, and then began to dream.
And apparently, it wasn't a good one. It surprised you a little that you were affected by it, but you made a mental note of Wanda's impressive ability to emit a magical aura even in her sleep. That might explain why her room was set apart from the others in the tower.
Your touch was gentle on her face, and you called her softly until you woke her up. Wanda jumped a little, opening red, frightened irises until she realized she was just having a bad dream. She barely recognized your presence, and already pressed her face into your collarbone, breathing deeply against your skin.
"Are you all right, my love?" You asked after a moment, stroking her hair as her breathing returned to normal.
Wanda sniffled, and your heart broke. Your reaction was to look for her eyes, to reassure her, but she wrapped her arms tightly around you and wouldn't let you move away.
You sighed before adding: "It was just a bad dream, my little witch."
But Wanda sniffles again, this time pressing her face into your chest so that she can speak.
"It wasn't just a dream." She mumbles upset. "I was remembering... Pietro."
A lump forms in your throat. You swallow. "Oh, Wanda... I'm so sorry."
"It's all right." She hits back immediately, without moving a muscle. She continues to hold you as if she feels you'll disappear if she lets go. "It's been a while since I thought about that day. I didn't mean to disturb you."
"You certainly shouldn't worry about how I'm going to feel about this." You retort firmly. "He's your brother. You can cry all you want. I'll be here to hold you."
The words make her shift immediately and press her face against your body where you can feel new tears wetting your pajamas. But Wanda doesn't cry for long - she falls asleep again, her limbs locked tightly around you, and even though the position gets a little uncomfortable after a while, you don't have the heart to push her away. Especially since, after a while, her nightmares return and the magical aura is strong enough for the memories of the past to shine through your eyes.
You sigh, adjusting yourself to kiss the top of her head and settling her so that she's completely asleep on your body - which changes a little, growing just enough for Wanda to have all the soft hold she needs. She smiles unconsciously, tightening her embrace before falling back into a deep sleep. With the softness of her expression, you are reassured to know that the nightmares are gone, at least for the moment.
You try to fall asleep, but your ear picks up the soft vibration of your work cell phone in your jacket pocket hanging from the chair in the bedroom. Your body tenses during every ring, until it finally relaxes when the device goes silent. 
Work is calling, you know. Just as you know you can't run away forever.
Hours later when you wake again, it’s for rays of sunshine slipping the curtains and chaste kisses on your collarbone. You smile immediately.
"Morning, little witch." Your sleepy voice makes Wanda raise her eyes to you, her lips never leaving your skin. The soft scratch of her nails on your stomach makes your muscles twitch. "You're up to mischief, I see."
Your teasing makes her chuckle hoarsely, her hands climbing further up your pajama top and exposing your torso almost completely.
But instead of starting another trail of kisses, she sat up straight against your hip and waited for you to open your eyes.
"You change in your sleep." She declares as you stare at her, still awake. "Did you know that?"
You nod, and Wanda raises a curious eyebrow. She has a joke on the tip of her tongue about how the hell you knew something if you were asleep when you explain; 
"I used to be monitored twenty-four hours a day when I was a child. To prevent any minor detail from slipping through the records and interfering with the research."
Wanda bites the inside of her cheek, absorbing your confession for a second. She could count on her fingers the few times you had mentioned some random detail about your life before, and it took her by surprise. Almost everything she knew came from the Avengers' archives and carried technical and military analysis. She heard very little from your mouth.
"You never talk about your past." That's what she manages to answer because it's a fact. 
You offer her a small smile, your hands moving to reach her thighs on either side of your hips. 
"What would you like to know?"
Wanda sighs, her hands resting on your shoulders. "I'll listen to anything you want to tell me."
Your smile is tender, almost shy. Wanda likes it when she makes you blush, especially since you have the ability to conceal these reactions from her, changing and commanding your body according to your wishes. Even though you don't do it so often because you trust her.
What a thing. One of the world's greatest criminals blindly trusting an Avenger. She could actually feel very cocky about it.
"I have an idea." You then declare, your fingers playing with the edges of her shorts. Wanda stares at you expectantly, but you almost lose your train of thought at how deliciously beautiful she now looks. The slightly tousled hair, and well, the legs around you, and eyes that beg for everything but conversation. "Let's play a game."
"What kind of game?"
"A game of questions, of course." You retort good-humoredly, adjusting yourself a little to sit up straight. Wanda lets her hands fall to your lap. "Two truths and a lie. Traumatic childhood edition."
Wanda lets out a giggle, pinching you gently for the derogatory joke. You just smile at her, almost completely distracted by the sound of her laughter and the comforting feeling that moment brings to your chest.
"I've never played that one." She says after a moment. "What are the rules?"
"It's very simple. Each person states three facts, but one of them is false. You have to find out which one. The winner is whoever gets it right the most times, although I've just realized that playing something like that with a telepath isn't very fair." Wanda slaps you in a joking manner at the insinuation that she was going to cheat, getting a chuckle from you.
"I'll start then." She then states, assuming a thoughtful expression for a moment. You bite the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to kiss her cute face and pay attention to the game. "With respect to the theme you've chosen, I grew up in a two-room apartment in the Sokovian countryside. When I was little, I could play the piano. And... I love to cook."
You hum thoughtfully, loosening your grip so that one of your hands goes to your chin. The whole theatrical expression makes Wanda giggle, her cheeks flushing with the way her stomach feels full of butterflies. 
"I say the first one's a lie."
She raises an eyebrow. "Really? Why?"
Your expression changes to one of almost conviction. "Because you grew up in Novi Grad, the Sokovian capital, and not in the countryside. And I have to say, it's very bold of you to assume that I haven't done my homework on you, Wanda Maximoff."
Wanda feels a wave of warmth hit her body and spread with your words. Or perhaps, the way your eyes shine in a way that hides meaning. She allows herself to imagine for a moment your figure in the same clothes you wore when she first met you, frantically going through files at night to learn everything you could learn about her.
It reminds her a little of herself, days after your first encounter, how even though Wanda tried to be as secretive as possible, casually asking about missions in which you faced the Avengers, or reviewing mission files on the pretext that she was studying, Natasha realized what she was doing right away.
Clearing her throat, Wanda looked down, a little embarrassed. "I did the same. With-for you, I mean."
 You smiled, looking at her with an almost impressed expression. "Oh, really? I'm flattered."
"Shut up." She giggles shyly in response, but you, despite chuckling too, insist more firmly;
"No, really. I think it’s quite romantic."
Wanda frowns slightly. "What, being obsessed with each other?"
"Yes." 
"You have problems." She retorts in a false seriousness that makes you smile before Wanda swallows dryly at the way your gaze is focused intensely in her direction. The tension that rises is almost too much for her to be able to say anything else. Yet, she tries with a husky voice. "You got it right. The game, I say."
You nod, smiling. Your open palms on her thighs go up inside her shorts, and Wanda holds her breath for a second. But they only serve to make a gentle lever and pull Wanda closer by her ass, and she bites her lips at the new position, very aware of the warmth on her cheeks and neck.
"My three facts are as follows, Maximoff." You begin, your dark gaze on her previously bitten lips for a moment before focusing on her eyes again. "I was a laboratory experiment all through my childhood. I really like you." Wanda smiles, scrunching her nose adorably. You get momentarily distracted, gaze falling to her lips again. She catches your eyes, a smirk cracking on her mouth when she leans in, subtly asking you to break the distance. End the game. When you manage to talk again, your voice is barely a whisper; “I’m allergic to peanuts.”
She chuckles, arms interlocking behind your head. Wanda mutters a joke, something about keeping an eye for the food, but you firm your hands on her thighs and bring her closer to press your mouths together. It’s a hot kiss - charged with all of your naughty intentions. She lets out a soft moan when your tongue slides on hers, slow and sensual. But suddenly, Wanda breaks the kiss with flushed cheeks and a curious gaze on her eyes.
“Wait!” She asks breathlessly, to which you stare equally affected but expectant. “Your file did have peanuts listed as allergy.”
Damn, you thought you could win that one. A little grin starts to form on your lips, but Wanda narrows her eyes in your direction.
“Someone really did her homework on me, I see.” You tease, leaning in to go back to kissing her, but she evades your attempt, eyes shining a little dangerously.
“If the food was not the lie, and I know for a fact that you were an experience most of your life… Then the lie-” You wanted to laugh at the hidden panic hidden behind her eyes. Honestly, this woman.
What was she even thinking? That you would let her down in some game while having her on your lap? Hours after telling her that you love her?
It should be a hint enough that you’re smiling, for Wanda to realize there’s a joke there. But somehow, she grows more insecure. Her eyes flash red for a moment before and it’s a clear warning.
You just chuckle. “It’s all about semantics, darling.” You explain because it looks like Wanda might cut your head off if you don’t clarify exactly what lie you told. “I don’t just like you. We’re not in middle school. I love you, remember?”
The tension visually leaves her shoulders, but something else happens. Her cheeks and ears grow hotter and Wanda is once more a flustered mess, feeling pretty much like a shy middle schooler because you’re talking about feelings.
You think she’s beautiful, so you tell her that too. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She giggles coyly, kissing you because that’s all she can do without making a fool of herself. Well, if you keep rubbing her thighs under her shorts like that, she’ll probably make a fool of herself anyway, considering how she gets patheticly overwhelmed whenever you touch her.
For a while, you just made out. Slowly and passionately with wandering hands and panting kisses. It’s just nice to feel each other, to hold each other. It’s also very hot to feel Wanda rubbing herself on your lap until the soft friction is not enough.
She bites your lip when that happens, her hips more impatient and frantic against your thigh. All you can do in return is firm your hands on her waist, helping her get what she wants, what she needs. And Wanda stops kissing you because all she can do is moan in return for the time being, quite aware of the wetness dripping down her shorts.
She starts whining into your mouth when she’s close, and it’s too much for you - How can Wanda expects you not to fuck her properly when she’s doing that? - Your hands flip her over in a heartbeat. She barely has time to protest for the interruption of her previous, and desperate motions, when you’re all over her. Groping your way into her clothes, tearing it apart, and taking more eager sounds from her throat.
And Wanda, she’s such a tease. Dark dilated eyes shining with mischief and begging you to just fuck her. The way she lets you strip her out of her clothes, and how she slightly opens her legs, rubbing her ankles behind your kees, inviting you to just-
“Fuck.” You pant for the image in front of you. Wanda bites her lips, one of her hands finding its way to her soft breasts, fingers teasing the hard nipple like she doesn’t mind the slightest that you could lose your sanity to such a sinful gesture.
But Wanda is getting impatient too. The hot knot on her belly is making her dizzy. You’re making her dizzy.
“Need you so bad, detka.” She meowed, her hips arching into the air, allowing you a clear view of her drenched pussy. You can see how wet she is, smell it, yet, a true confirmation only comes when you use one of your hands to press her back into the bed while your free fingers find her warm entrance. Wanda cries out when you enter her, but she’s so hot and so tight, that you have to pull out before pushing two fingers in again and again, stretching her out while she struggles to breathe. Her thigh muscles twitch when your thumb finds her clit, every drawn circle against the hardened bud rips a new throaty moan out of her. 
When she’s close again, impossibly tightly against your fingertips, throbbing, you hum pleasantly, your free hand gripping her waist to take control of her uncoordinated movements. Wanda cries out when you force her into your fingers, reaching deeper now and too good for her to hold back, so the hot knot on her belly explodes without warning and she arches her back, twitching and choking on a moan before going limb on the mattress. You keep fingering her gently, prolonging her orgasm until she complains about the overstimulation with a tug on your wrist. 
You pull your fingers out but not kiss her as she would wish - Instead, you lean down and her dizzy expression falters into a gasp when your mouth finds her cunt, tongue licking every drop of cum you just manage to get. Her natural reaction is to back away, she’s sensitive. But you grab her thighs, find your place between her legs, and start to eat her out like you’re starving. 
“Oh God…fuck-” Her choked moaning mixing in English and Sokovian is music to your ears. Her eyes close on instic, because it’s too much and somehow not enough - Your tongue is teasing her, playing with her clit but not using the necessary pressure she needs. She just came and you barely started and Wanda is ready for more, painting for more.  One of her hands finds your hair, a strong grip that works like a warning. Yet, she says or at least tries to, since it sounds a lot more like a whine than anything else: “Stop teasing.”
To be fair, she could probably ask you anything at any time, especially now. While dripping so sweetly into your tongue, clenching and begging for more. You hum accordingly, ending your tease when sucking on her clit. Wanda screams. Loud enough for other people to hear, that’s for sure, but none of you cares about that. Not now, probably not never.
She can’t hold longer after that, not when you’re doing everything to get another climax out of her, fingers finding her pussy again to help your tongue. It’s so messy and sloppy and nearly desperate. Your own underwear has been bothering you for a while now and Wanda crying out your name is definitely not helping with that.
It’s not a surprise that when she comes, the room shudders a little. Wanda’s not being careful, she’s too gone for that now. Little were the times when she didn’t, couldn’t, hold back herself, her magic. The energy flows to her veins like the heat spreading under her skin when she orgasms and it’s breathtaking and overwhelming and she’s coming so hard that she can’t hold anything back. A wave of warm magic explodes around, her red irises open like her mouth in a silent scream, and it’s beautiful. Wanda is perfect, and she’s all yours. 
She only realizes she ripped the sheets when you move back to her and the bed makes a noise that forces her to notice the room. Such a mess she made. Someone will have to pay for bedroom fixing.
“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you witchy?” You tease fondly about the whole setting, the new crack on the window, the little sparks of her magic that still flow around. Wanda sighs satisfied, her hands finding your face when you’re close enough. When she kisses you, her taste is there and she can only moan at the dirty of that act, how you suck her tongue like you’ve sucked her clit a few minutes ago. 
Wanda doesn’t break the kiss to move her hands lower, groping your still-dressed figure and only now realizing how that is actually torturous.
“Hmm, I’ve been so selfish, milyy (darling). You must be needing me as well.” She mutters between one kiss and another, and you’re almost so distracted by her new dominance over you that you barely notice her hands. Barely. You follow her lead, resting your back on the bed so Wanda can hover over your body. Her fingers move under your shirt, scratching the skin and giving her a nice time feeling you twitch. The way she looks at you is also a lot to handle without shaking.
Suddenly, Wanda pants, eyes diverting to your chest. “Oh, hello you two”. She doesn’t mind your shyness, shamelessly groping your boobs under your shirt. “I missed those.”
You chuckle out of breath, pulling your shirt off while Wanda just stares and plays with them. “I can’t believe you just talked to my boobs.”
She squeezes, pulling the tip until it’s hard under her touch. You bite your lips, to keep your sound under control but you can feel a new wave of warm wetness spreading towards your lower belly. 
“Well, I’ve missed them. It’s been a while, since, you know, you actually had those two.” She so casually talking about it, it’s not that you mind that, but she’s also touching and squeezing them and you’re way too horny to have a conversation.
With very warm cheeks, you try to anyway; “Hm, they usually stay in the way of the job.” Wanda leans down, forcing her head between your breasts, muttering something like so soft and she’s such a dork that you have to chuckle. “It’s just extra work to find the right clothes and then changing every time I need a new face and matching body.”
Despite her clearly interest in your chest, Wanda is listening as she lets you know with a hum of knowledge. But then her mouth envelops one of them and it’s just too much for you to focus on anything else but the feeling of her tongue. You pant to the ceiling, shaky fingers gripping her hair, telling her to keep going but Wanda is such a teasing brat. There’s a small ‘pop’ sound when her mouth lets go, and a trace of saliva still connects your nipple to her lips before Wanda goes for the other one. You squirm a little under her, blushing intensely because she’s such a tease and apparently wants you to beg for it. 
She takes no pity on the ache between your legs; When her mouth leaves your breast again, she has this mischievous sparkle in her eyes that makes you gulp.
“I think I’m a little obsessed with them.” She tells you, giving your tits another squeeze, a little harder this time.
You gasp. “You think?”
“Huh-huh.” She replies, nodding. “You had it on your first night together. Then never again until today. It’s because you miss me sucking them, malysh (baby)?”
You roll your eyes at the words, teasing words evidently. The little cocky smirk that almost makes you go back to being the one in charge. To be completely honest, Wanda was always the one in charge. Even when she allows you to be on top. 
“You’re mistaken, Maximoff.” You retort her while giving her a gentle tug on her thighs, to bring her closer because you really need some kind of pressure between your legs. Wanda doesn’t have to be a mind reader to get the hint - Her knee finds your middle as she straddles your thigh, and she doesn't mind hiding her grin at how you let out an affected sigh at that. “I also had them when I first met you.”
She frowns a little, scrunching her nose in a thoughtful way. You are about to clarify when her knee moves away for her hand to take the spot. And well, you can’t think of saying anything, coherent at least, with Wanda finger’s filling you up so nicely. She seems to be enjoying herself as well - Watching attentively at every strangled noise that escapes you with the consistent pace inside you.
But suddenly as if remembering your previous words, she gaps: “Oh my god, you’re right!” She says, somehow her excitement brings her deeper inside of you. All you can give her as a response is a whine. “You were pretending to be one of the gala’s hosts right? The.. damn, i can’t remember his name-”
“W-wanda..” You meowls, the heat is too much. The way she just keeps pumping in and out of you, and talking about something else as if turning you into a whining mess is nothing, actually makes you throb. 
Wanda just smiles, ignoring your protest to the conversation and quite satisfied with the growing wetness she can feel on her fingertips. “Oh, I remember it now. The host only had daughters, so you did your part. Also one of the few times I saw you in a dress, baby. And what a view that was.” She leans in, whispering soft praises into your ear while you struggle to breathe. It takes you over the edge quickly, and Wanda is rewarded with the sweetest whimper once the knot in your belly explodes - One of your hands grabs her wrist, to keep her there as if she ever thought of leaving. Your hips jerk a few times as you ride the last waves of your climax and Wanda watches all of it, as breathless as you, truly mesmerized by the scene.
When you can breathe again, there are green irises staring at you with adoration. “Hi.”
“Hi you.” It’s your tender reply, and when Wanda leans in to kiss your lips, she can feel your smile. One of your hands moves to her face, gently caressing her skin. Once the kiss is broken, you talk first. “I love you, Wanda.”
You sound so vulnerable, so true, that she swallows. Her gaze focused on your eyes. It’s almost like there’s more to add, at the same time, as if the confession meant even more than just caring about someone. Wanda remembers the first time you said, how you mentioned that she was the first person you ever said that to, and somehow she understands it that it meant that you trusted her very deeply. She bites her lips, withdrawing her fingers from you. She doesn’t miss the soft sigh that escapes you, but she says nothing to that. Wanda is busy taking your wetness to her mouth and sucking her fingers clean. The image is enough to bring not only a strong color to your cheeks but a dark shine to your eyes.
You are ready to break the distance again when knocks on the door break the bubble you two are in completely.
And Captain Rogers's voice from the outside of the room kind of breaks the mood entirely. 
“Hello? I’m… sorry to interrupt. I just need a word. With everyone. Please, huh, join us downstairs?” You and Wanda hide your giggles - The Captain was obviously flustered to call you two, especially judging by the noises Wanda didn’t mind to restrain, probably everybody knew what you two were up to. And it was definitely Natasha’s idea that he was the one who called; the widow was having some fun with her friend's clumsiness.
Wanda cleared her throat, unwillingly taking her attention from you to the door. “We’ll be right out, Steve.”
Once the sound of his footsteps became more distant, Wanda kissed you again. She seemed determined not to move away from you.
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Sergeant Barnes was in Wakanda, undergoing recovery.
When Steve mentioned the country, he looked directly at you, and that was enough for you to know that whatever the king had told him about your adventures there, the captain was on the monarch's side. Not that it mattered all that much.
Consciously or not, while Steve was updating the team, you discreetly scratched the scar you received the last time you were there. If you concentrated, you could remember exactly how painful it was to receive the Wakandian words for thief on your skin.
And seeing the heroes of Earth around you, with inside jokes and personal stories, made you feel very out of place. As if they too could see the scar, even if it was covered by an oversized sweatshirt now.
You swallowed dry and took advantage of the fact that Natasha was finally telling everyone what had kept her busy for the first few weeks on the run, to slip away towards a snack machine.
Wanda followed you with her eyes, aware of all your reactions to the conversations. She just wanted you to feel at ease with the others too, but she knew the opposite feeling well. She was once new to the presence of the Avengers, and they could be rather intimidating. Even the friendliest of them. Maybe it was a superhero thing.
You were deciding between the first and third row when Natasha caught Wanda's eye again. She wanted the witch to be paying attention to the conversation, it seemed important.
The widow took a deep breath. "I never told any of you this, because I thought it was in the past. But... I have a sister. Her name is Yelena Belova and-"
But the news and the shock had to be left for later. A bang from the other side of the common area interrupted Nat's story, and the whole team stood up.
You had just shoved a person hard enough to break the glass of the snack machine. But the attacker's exclamation of pain made you let go immediately.
The masked figure pushed you back harshly, but you laughed in amazement. 
"You weren't supposed to make a scene, you idiot." Complained the woman, massaging her sore shoulder due to the impact. She barely had time to regain her balance and half the Avengers were in fighting position, one particular witch making her take a step back, hiding in your protection.
You acted quickly, gesturing to the heroes to stand down, before throwing one of your arms under the smaller one shoulder.
"Relax, everything's fine!" You declared happily. You tugged at the combat mask she was wearing, revealing the unknown woman's face, which caused her to elbow you, which you ignored. "Meet Layla El-Faouly, my business partner."
The curly-haired woman forced a smile and waved. Wanda was the last of the team to drop her attack position.
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A/F/N-> If you haven't watched Moonknight, please do. Layla El-Faouly is simply incredible. I can't give away too many spoilers for those who haven't seen it, but she's also a thief and a really skilled one. It would be a waste to have an international thief reader who didn't know her.
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Okay, but what about shy & inexperienced!Jeongin who doesn't know just how strong his fingers are or how fast he's actually about to make you cum?
Sorry, but I either see him as a headstrong, cocky dom or a soft, shy, people-pleasing pleasure top. And today, he's soft, shy and super eager to please.
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Things were getting heated and fast, quickly jumping from a peck on his lips to you grinding down on the bump in his jeans just to feel something. You'd been dating for months and never gone further than dry humping, which he doesn't last long in anyway.
And you were beyond explanation feral with hormones, wanna feel you, Innie, please. You were whimpering like you've never done before, not with him at least, and you were about to rip his pants off if he didn't do it himself.
For once, catching you by surprise, his hands wandered further than just your torso, and you almost mewled when they brushed down to the elastic of your shorts, "C-can I take these off?" He asked so gently, so scared to fuck things up.
"Mhm, yes, yes please," You nodded feverently, helping him remove your shorts, your shirt somehow getting lost too, whoops.
"Oh woah, wow uh-uhm, y-you're fucking naked right now," He stammers, getting frozen in fear when he sees your absolutely naked form sprawled out on his bed.
"Yeah, and you aren't so, take it off, take it all off," You're eager, your chest heaving and your body tense. You wish you could be more gentle with him, but there's a heat coiling in your belly threatening to burst through your throat if you don't satisfy it.
After removing his clothes and nearly tipping over from being distracted by your fingers already toying with your own nipples, he climbs back onto his bed to kiss you.
"W-will you show me? Or tell me? I don't know what to do," His voice is barely a whisper, genuine concern laced in his tone and you cup his face to kiss him. Forcefully settling your hormones until you can at least breathe like a human again. You nod once you break apart gently taking one of his hands as he settles down next to you, laying on his side to face you.
"J-just take, just hold my uhm, just do this," You try taking his fingers to play with your nipples, but you opt for literally showing him with your own fingers instead, and he nods once as you watch his long, pretty fingers finally tugging at one of your nipples.
"Shit, yeah just like that," You shut your eyes, your hypersensitivity causing every little touch from him to make you gush.
You're about to get lost in how good to feels to have someone else playing with your sensitive little buds for once, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure. But the bed dips and before you can react, soft, warm, hesitant silkiness wraps around your perked nipple.
Lust licks at your spine when you look down and find him looking up at you already, looking deliriously beautiful with his lips wrapped around your nipple as if it's his lifeline, pretty fox eyes sparkling with wonder.
" 'm I doing mkay?" He whispers, hips gently rutting into the harsh fabric of the mattress a little too eagerly, and you nod with a mhm, really good along with a lazy smile in confirmation, he really is doing so good for you.
"C-can you touch me, please?" You whisper breathlessly, your folds slipping past each other at the whole idea of him doing all this just for you, being so willing to learn just because you need him that badly.
His lips detach from your nipple, red and puffy from their sucking. He swallows thickly, looking up at you for just one more sign that you're certain, just one more boost of confidence, "You can do this, I know you can," You comb your fingers through his air and smile at him and he begins to slide down your form.
Your legs spread till your knees touch the bed while his eyes level down to your glistening heat, a shaky curse falling from his lips when he sees you spread open absolutely beautifully, he wonders why he waited this long to see such a breathtaking sight.
"Now jus-just drop your tongue out of your mouth for me Innie, just drag your to- oh my god," As you give instructions for Jeongin to go down on you, he takes his own bold little step of faith and dives in anyway. His actions are eager, messy and very much obviously unstructured, but the way he messily laps at your clit has you weak in your knees.
His tongue moves at the speed of light, flicking at your little bundle of nerves so quickly it has you seeing stars, and you can feel yourself building already.
"F-fingers, u-use your fingers too please," You mewl, your hands already gripping the sheets beneath you and your knees fighting to stay open. For someone who's going down on a girl for the first time, he sure is good at it.
He shuffles until his hand is able to come in between his chest and the bed, and much to your absolute disbelief, two fingers slip inside of you easily. "Fuck, t-that was quick," You moan, thrashing already.
"Curl your fingers up for m- oh fuck, yes, yes right there," You cry out as your legs begin to quiver in anticipation, your hips refusing to do anything but buck up into his mouth as you chase the high.
You begin to ride his face, bucking into him and bumping his nose with your clit while his fingers fuck you even faster. The harshness and the strength of his fingers rubbing the sweet, numbing pleasure right out of your soul with each thrust against your spot.
" 'm fucking close already," You gasp, looking down at him to warm him, but the sight of him just makes you want to cum even harder. His hair shriveled and messy, nose and chin shiny with your slickness, his eyes trembling with excitement and confidence at the sight he's able to make of you.
You feel the band in your belly threatening to snap in half, and it's when he adds a third finger that you topple off the edge. Messily grabbing at anything you can find, your moans caught in your throat, your body bursting into shudders and shakes as he makes you cum the quickest you've ever experienced.
He moans into your clit, a tired, satisfied mewl and when you look down after coming back from your high, he's laying his head on the inside of your thigh, breathing deeply with his eyes screwed shut.
"I just came all over the sheets."
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daceydeath · 10 months
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[3:45am] - Comfort
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Pairing: Chan x reader Word Count: 0.7k Genre: Smut 🔞 fluff Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, cock warming
Your phone ringing woke you up making you groggily answer pressing it to your ear.
"Baby?" Chan's voice was so soft but you could still hear it clearly crack.
"Channie? What's going on?" you mumbled blinking the sleep from your eyes.
"Need you, can I come over?" he pleaded.
"Of course you have a key you don't even need to ask" you soothed trying to keep him calm while you heard him leaving the studio "Do you want me to stay on the phone?".
"No I'll see you in a little bit" he sniffed making your heart wrench in your chest. He always had a bad habit of over working himself and this was likely no different but it broke you when he was so low. Putting the lamps in your room on you padded out to the lounge to wait, at this time of night it wouldn't take him long to get to your apartment, so you wasted time by putting the kettle on to boil and getting mugs out if he wanted hot chocolate. You heard the door open and his keys jingle against the silence of the night, then you heard a sniff and you rushed to him.
"Channie, It's going to be alright" you whispered as his tear streaked face appeared before you, pulling him into a tight hug you just stood together in the loungeroom holding each other for a while.
"Can we go to bed baby, I'm so tired I can't think" he almost sobbed into your neck.
"Course we can come on" you led him to your room and turned the lights off as he stripped down to his boxers climbing in beside you and holding you to his chest. Your thought he would be able to sleep once he was comfortable and holding you but that wasn't the case even after minutes were passing by.
"Baby?" he whimpered softly waiting to see if you were asleep his whole body tense.
"Tell me what you need Channie" you cooed kissing his cheek gently as he shifted around in the bed beside you.
"I can't turn my brain off" he was so desperately tired and stressed that he was verging on tears "I need to stop my thoughts".
"I've got you Channie, I'll take care of you" you whispered pressing you lips to his in a long languid kiss allowing him to stop you if he wanted but instead he whined against you lips. You moved to straddle him while keeping your lips connected running your fingers through his hair and down his chest to try to relax him slightly making him groan softly as you continued your movements for a few minutes, your lips and tongues still moving together in sync. You could feel his cock twitch through the layers of underwear separating you so you pressed yourself against him letting him feel your warmth on him.
"You look after me too well baby" he sighed softly getting slightly groggy as you kept him distracted from his thoughts.
"Do you want me to ride you, or do you want me to just lay on you Channie? You whispered against his lips.
"Just inside, please, need your warmth" he mumbled his eyes closed you moved off of him and pulled his boxers off before removing your own underwear. You moved to straddle him again only for him to stop you and lay you down instead moving so he was laying between your thighs with he head tucked into the crook of your neck his soft breath almost tickling the skin there as he slowly moved his hips enough to line his member up with your waiting hole and sliding in slowly sighing blissfully as he bottomed out inside you.
"I love you" you whispered your walls stretching to accommodate him.
"I love you more, thank you baby" she slurred sleepily his eyes closing and his breathing evening out as he finally passed out. You knew in the morning his would probably thank you and tell you how amazing a partner he thought you were letting him use you like this, but really there was nowhere you would rather be than being held tightly by him as he got the rest he deserved.
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jilixthinker · 12 days
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sweet taster
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=͟͟͞♡ minho × fem!reader
word count: 1.6K
content warning: smut, established relationship, sub!minho, cock play, kinda chubby (but not really) minho, a little bit of feederism if you squint, it's all very loving and sweet
a/c: i feel things about minho's imaginary soft tummy, that's it.
=͟͟͞♡ please, consider reblogging if you like my works!
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"That was definitively too much."
Your home smells like savory and sweet, the nice scent lingering in your living room like a warm blanket, and Minho groans in delight as he plops on the couch with his eyes closed, stress from the work beginning to melt away. He loves when he comes home to the smell of one of your cooking, it makes him feel spoiled and pampered.
The portion of bibimbap was more than generous, but what truly tested his stomach capacity were the three big slices of apple pie he gobbled down while you watched him with adoring eyes, fingers softly caressing his plush tighs.
Minho has a sweet tooth and you love cooking and baking for him, that is always been your love language. In addition to that, in the last year of your relationship you started to experiment in the kitchen with lots of different baking recipies, and your loving boyfriend has been your official taster since that.
You cook, he eats, and you look fondly at him while he savors your baked goods, making a series of cute tiny sounds of pleasure that leaves you cooing and pinching at his soft cheeks. That is how you would describe happiness.
"Are you full?" You ask, sitting next to him and immediately nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck.
Minho smiles and his arm circles your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. You nose at his sweater and he smells like candy, smells sweet and intrinsecally like home and Minho. "So full." He chuckles, placing a wet kiss on the top of your head.
"I guess you don't have space for one last treat then..." you smile against his skin as your hand drops to his belly. It feels tensed and a little swollen because of all the food he ate, and you start to massage it slowly.
"Treat?" Minho's eyes get all round and you hear him sniffing at the air in search of a distinct odor that will make him understand what are you referring to.
"I tried baking some cream eclairs." You smile at him, pinching the soft pudge below his belly button between your thumb and pointer. It's so soft that you wanna eat him whole.
"Well, I guess I can make some space, then".
You sit up again just in time to catch a glimpse of Minho's tongue lapping at the corner of his mouth, pre-savoring the dessert, and you feel a familar warmth spreading through your body. He is just too cute, too precious, too sweet to be yours.
"Let me get it for you. Wanna feed you." You smile as you stand up and head to the kitchen, the platter of creamy sweets ready in the oven.
When you come back, Minho is waiting for you with big pleading eyes, eager to taste the product of your baking. You place the plate on a cushion next to him, but instead of sitting down on the couch, you find your place on his lap, straddling his soft yet muscular thighs.
"Open wide." You say, taking one eclair in your hand and bringing it to Minho's mouth. You tap him under his chin and his mouth falls open easily.
Keeping eye contact, Minho leans forward to take a big bite, chewing slowly to let the flavor really envelop his senses. The lemon cream is sweet and warm, and it melts in his mouth.
You stare at him, pushing the eclair back to his lips when Minho is done chewing, inviting him to take another bite. With a loud gulp, Minho opens up again, and his tongue swirls against your thumb.
"How does it taste?" You ask while you brush a few crumbs from his lips.
Minho swallows the last bit of the eclair and the tip of his tongue laps at his plump lips once again. "Tastes amazing." He puffs out, his breath smells exactly like the cream.
"Want another?" You ask, taking the second one on your hand without even waiting for his answer.
"I am very full, baby." He mumbles, arm falling down to rest on the top of his stretched tummy. "I don't know if I can fit another one. But they taste like heaven."
"Just one more." You murmur as you leave a small peck on the corner of Minho's mouth, licking a bit of sugar away. "You look so cute when you eat. Please, just one more." You insist.
Minho sighs, his tummy is stretched and slighly uncomfortable, but saliva begins to pool inside his mouth as a pavlovian response to the thought of the sweet taste. "Just one more." He conceeds.
You hum and bring the pastry in front of his mouth. Minho diligently parts his lips once again and accepts the eclair. Crumbs are all over his shirt and pants, and there are cream smudges all around his pretty red mouth, even stuck between his teeth.
"So gorgeous for me." You whisper as your hips buck involuntarily against Minho's groin. And then you notice that you are not the only one enjoying this.
"You're hard, uh?" You ask with a chuckle, lowering your hand to cup him through his sweats and squeezing him lightly. Minho hisses and you rub his protruding stomach, feeling the soft skin under the fabric.
Minho finishes swallowing and breathes a sigh of relief as he hears you lowering the band of his sweats. "Yeah. It was sweet." He huffs. "You are sweet. Got me all hard."
You take the opportunity to remove his pants completely to gain easy access to fondle him through his briefs in the process. Minho's breath is is soft and tender, and he smells amazing, all sugary and pretty for you.
"Wanna touch you. Can I, baby?" You ask, finding a comfortable position on the floor, between his parted legs.
The room is warm, but Minho's legs are tensed and his thin hair are fluffy. You caress them and massage the muscles underneath, and you see his fattened cock twitching against his groin. You see a few pearls of precum glistening on the chubby tip, and you wonder if his release would taste like cream if you fed him enough sweets. The thought is enough to rub your legs together, your panties are already sticking to your folds. But this is for Minho, you think.
"You can do anything you want to me." He murmurs, eyes almost closing and head resting on the cushions behind him.
You smile and you scoot forward to wrap one hand around his cock, squeezing it. His swollen cock immediately chubs up even more and wets the fabric of the sweatshirt. The cockhead looks all sensitive, and you tentatively circle the palm of your other hand around it, coaxing a sweet moan out of Minho's lips.
"My sweet, sweet boy." You coo, starting a lazy rhythm of stroking and circling, stopping just to stimulate his spongy head every once in a while. "You are so sweet that I wanna eat you up."
Minho's chuckles breathily and lets out a soft sob as his thighs begin to shake.
"Am I your dessert?" He asks, looking down at you with big eyes and still a few crumbs of eclair on the corner of his mouth. He mindlessly licks them off.
"You so are, pretty. You are my candy, my cake, my chocolate milk." You answer, sliding your thumb against his slit and making him whine slowly. "And I really need to eat you. I am serious."
You lower your head past his leaky cock to brush your cheek against the soft pudge under Minho's belly button. And then you bite him.
The tender flesh is warm and squishy, and the taste of Minho's skin, together with the cream scent still lingering in the air makes you moan against him.
"F-fuck, baby." He mutters, and you feel his cock throbbing in your fist.
With the tip of your tongue you lick at the velvety scar across his lower stomach and then you twirl it inside of his belly button, mimicking the way he usually fucks himself into you. He whines at the movement and his body twitches again.
"Love you." You whisper, keeping your grip steady on him. "Love how soft you get for me. How sweet. Love when you eat well and you look like this. You are so delicious, Mimo."
You keep biting softly at the fluffy fat of his pudge, savoring its taste and jerking him slowly, letting the schlick sound of his wet cock resonate through the room. Minho is pliant under your touch and his eyes are glassy.
"Uhm – I am. I-I am cumming, baby. Sorry." He moans when your finger dips a little into his slit.
"Don't be sorry, honey. You wanna cum?" You ask with a loving tone while your hand slides smoothly on his aching muscle. "Wanna cream on me like the sweet pastry you are? You can, pretty baby. Let it all go for me."
And Minho obeys, as he always does. With one last pump he begins to shoot thick ropes of creamy cum all over your hand and his round belly, covering his pale skin with glossy spurts that accumulate on the curve just above his ribcage.
When he is done, you lap at some of his release and it actually tastes sweet. It could be your imagination or just the fact that you are aroused, but you swear you can taste some of the cream on his orgasm.
"Wow." He puffs, hand covering his eyes in a shy attempt to hide himself. "That was... something."
You chuckle and kiss his tummy one last time before looking up to his face. "Then you will not be surprised when I'll tell you I baked more, right?"
Minho's face blushes to an adorable shade of pink. "Maybe... m-maybe I can eat one more".
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seresinhangmanjake · 14 days
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Super Soft!Simon Riley x reader - You're terrified that Simon's not making safe choices when he's on deployment, so he comforts you. (fluff, allusion to future smut (barely), drunk johnny, cod inaccuracies)
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Johnny recounts the tale of their hard-earned achievement—a victory, as they have deemed it—with a number of beers in his system that you’ve long stopped counting. As he sits at your kitchen table, he is looser, giddier, freer with his words, and spares no detail of your boyfriend’s selfless acts of bravery during their last deployment. Acts that got him shot at; one of those bullets finding their home.
You’d be proud of him, if not for the fear that built up over months from recurring nightmares and an overactive imagination—all of which had you losing the love of your life. But that’s not out of character. You think about yourself, you think about your boyfriend, before you think about the lives he saves when he’s away from you. Maybe it’s wrong, or unfair, but you can’t help it.
While Simon’s work is not something he ever kept secret, you don’t need the reminder that the preservation of his life is not always his priority. It can't be. There are other factors that dictate his future. He has a team, people who depend on him. He has responsibilities and orders to follow. Control is often snatched from his fingertips. And so, what does that mean for the two of you? 
You don’t care to think about it. Not tonight. Not at midnight from a friend who should have passed out on your couch hours ago. So you stretch, yawn, and excuse yourself for bed before your brain implodes from any more of Johnny’s ramblings.
Simon knows. He spent the night squeezing your hip each time you tensed in his lap at Johnny’s words, and now, as you stand to head to the bedroom, he holds onto your hand until your fingers slip from his. Deep brown eyes are filled with guilt and apology and all you can offer in return is a slight upturn of the lips that barely qualifies as a smile.
Away from the men, you cry in your and Simon’s shared bed, waiting for him to encourage Johnny to the couch. There's a few more loud laughs, a whine when Simon cuts off his friend's alcohol supply, and then a final groan of acceptance as you hear the springs of your couch squeak under the weight of a muscled body. It’s only when the animated snores of your drunk friend reach your ears that the door to your room creaks on its hinges.
Simon’s footsteps are thumps muffled by carpeting. From your peripherals you see him shed his clothes as he moves to you. Shoes, then t-shirt, then jeans, until he's in his underwear and settling onto the mattress behind you. 
His arm slips under yours around your waist and he tugs your back to his chest, into the cocoon of warmth. 
“Do you know what I thought when I first saw you?” he asks, gruff and thick. His voice rumbles from his chest, vibrating against your spine as his breath brushes your ear. “That my life is over.
“Everything I want, everything I need—none of it matters anymore. All because of one look at a woman who was too busy with her friends to notice me,” he says. “I thought, I'm ruined now. If you leave this bar right this second, I won't be able to forget you. And if you don't leave, I can't ever let you go. I didn't know your name and you had me ready to change my whole world for you.”
You sniffle but don't bother to wipe away the tear that escapes. “That's insane, Si,” you whisper.
“It is,” he agrees, pressing a kiss just under your ear. “But it happened. I let you in and you latched on to my entire existence like this beautiful, little parasite. Just like I wanted you to. My life ended and it became our life. 
“I don't take a single step without considering you. Not here and not there. So if you think I don't try to be careful when I'm gone, you're wrong,” he tells you. “I try for you. I try for us.”
Yet, ‘trying’ means he still gets injured; he gets another circular scar to add to the healed knife slashes and the burned patch on his upper arm. ‘Trying’ is not always about picking the safer of two options, but about optimizing luck, which is rare enough as it is. And that terrifies you.
“What if you step wrong not knowing that it's wrong?” you ask. “What if you think it's right and then you're gone? You can't tell me that will never happen.”
Simon sighs. “No, I can't. But you trust me, don't you?”
Turning in his arms—your nose nearly nudging his—you place your hand on his cheek and run your thumb along his cheekbone. “Of course I do.”
“Then don't mourn me while I'm still here, love,” he breathes against your lips. “Can you do that for me?”
You nod, because you’d do anything for him. 
“Good girl.” Simon smiles lightly and slides his palm from your back down the length of your arm. He squeezes your fingers, then moves further, tucking his hand into the front of your underwear. “My girl,” he whispers and presses his lips to yours.
A/N: i dont usually write different stuff but i felt like it so i did
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drunk-fantasies · 5 months
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de-stress
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friend!heeseung x fem!reader / 1,1k words / fingering, oral (f. receiving) / mlist
explicit content under the cut!
you groaned for the nth time today, bringing the attention of your friend, who just like you was revising material for your upcoming exams. he scanned your features and pursed his lips at the view of your furrowed brows and fingers massaging your temples.
“can i help you somehow, y/nah?” he asked, gazing back to his notes.
“i don’t think so, hee, i just can’t focus,” you sighed loudly and plopped on his bed.
“maybe a small break would be good for you,” he suggested, but you opposed it quickly.
“it’s been like this for like the past week. nothing and i mean nothing gets to my brain, no matter how hard i try,” you complained while he listened attentively.
he thought for a while, wondering what could help you get back on the right track. “i’ll help you. what do you not understand?” he sat next to you, taking your notes and reading them roughly.
“everything,” you mumbled playing with your fingers.
he let your notebook fall on his lap with a slight thud. “everything? y/n that’s not possible. you’ve been getting good grades this whole year, i’m sure something stayed in your memory.” his tone was soft, you were discouraged enough for now.
“i don’t know, hee. i feel like i forgot everything,” you spoke with tears brimming in your eyes.
“hey, hey.” heeseung was quick to wipe them off your cheeks and held your face in his palms, stroking it with his thumbs from time to time. it’s not the first time he comforted you in times like this. he always managed to find a way to help you, and you were always thankful to have him near you, as your friend. a friend whose touch gives you butterflies, but still, a friend. “no crying, okay? let’s watch something to ease your mind, how does it sound?”
he waited for your response and you slowly looked at him and nodded. his smile grew and he reached for a remote control to turn on the tv. leaning against his headboard he noticed that you still sat at the exact same spot you did before.
“y/n?”
“can we cuddle?” you asked quickly, not even thinking what his answer could possibly be.
he chuckled and with a motion invited you to sit in between his legs. you moved to the spot and leaned against his chest, feeling how your heart beat uncontrollably fast. without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around your body, causing a swarm of butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
“what do you want to watch?” he asked nonchalantly as he browsed movies on netflix. “maybe some comedy to lighten up your mood?” he suggested and you nodded, thinking about nothing, but the way his palm stroked your side.
heeseung turned on the first movie he found that you hadn’t watched yet and turned off the lights for a better vibe.
your attention was nowhere near what was happening on the screen. the mixture of stress caused by exams and the biggest-ever closeness between the two of you flooded your mind. subconsciously you kept on fidgeting with your fingers, breath steady in its irregularity.
“y/n, you would enjoy it more if you watched what’s actually going on on the screen,” he said, noticing how your fingers were your main attraction currently.
“sorry,” you mumbled.
“don’t be sorry, silly,” he chuckled and let his hand fall on your thigh, dangerously close to your core, making you hold your breath. now instead of stroking your side, his fingers focused on the inside of your thigh, sending shivers throughout your whole body. suddenly you stopped him and took his hand in yours. waiting for your move he smirked feeling how you placed it on your crotch. soon he started moving his digits in a circular motion and felt how your tense body relaxed instantly.
his movements became more defined and sharp, playing on your sensitive bud through thin layers of your shorts and panties. it didn’t take him long to slide them to the side, leaving your pussy completely bare. at first his fingers danced delicately on your clit, before finally entering your hole. your back arched slightly at the sudden penetration, gasping for air. after waiting for you to adjust he started slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you while leaving wet kisses along your jaw and neck.
“heeseung,” you finally whined, taking hold of his hand to control its pace.
“tell me what you want. tell me how i can help my little princess,” he whispered straight into your ear.
“please don’t stop,” you let out in between moans.
despite your pleas he abruptly stopped, leaving you and your cunt needy for his touch. before you could complain, he crawled away from you, now lying in front of your crotch. “i think i know what you might enjoy a little bit more,” he said while pulling down your shorts and panties. you helped him by raising your hips and soon your bottoms landed on the floor.
heeseung brought your body closer by your thighs, hugging them tightly, taking a chance to take a look at your dripping hole in the dimmed light of a tv playing in the background.
“hee, please,” you begged, impatient to feel his tongue.
“shh, my princess. i’ll make you forget about everything,” he whispered, his breath hitting your bud with every word he said.
he gave your lips a long lick, to which your eyes rolled back, pleasure already hitting you. the wet and filthy sounds he let out made you lose your mind. instinctively your hand took a hold of his hair, gripping it harshly. he let out a long moan against your folds, sending vibrations through your body.
“heeseung!” you moaned his name for the numberless time this evening, while he made out with your pussy in painfully slow motions. one of his hands unwrapped from the grip on your thigh to finally put one finger to your hole. he pumped it in and out at a steady pace, adding another finger with time, that along with him sucking on your clit felt like heaven on earth.
“i think i’m close!” you exclaimed feeling your climax getting closer and closer. without any warning, you came on his face. not wanting o waste any of your release he licked you clean, still fucking your hole to help you ride your high.
your grip on his hair loosened and you closed your eyes in pleasure. “my god, that was amazing.” you hid your face in your palms and tried to even out your breathing.
“as selfish as it sounds,” he started once you calmed down. “i wish you were so stressed a bit more frequently.”
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aesthetic-bbyg · 9 months
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CHIQUITITA ~ Miguel O.
Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader
He’s your dads best friend, and he’s suppose to be nothing more then that, but you two can’t seem to get enough of eachother.
SMUT ~ oral (fem receiving), lots of smirking, Miguel be a lil perv nd watching the reader change, lots of flirting nd pet names!
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Miguel O’hara your dads best friend, was staying with your family for a few weeks. You were already familiar with the man, he watched you grow up into the young adult you are today. He celebrated with you when you got into you’re dream college, he let you have you’re first sip of alcohol and never told you’re father, he always said that you were his favorite out of all your siblings.
The same man you’ve had around you’re whole life was also the same man you’d thought about at night when your fingers were shoved into your panties, rubbing desperately at the bundle of nerves. Miguel was the same man who stole sneaky glances at you, watching as you passed by him in a mini skirt, or eye fucking you whenever he could, all while thinking that you didn’t know.
You weren’t stupid, there was definitely a sexual tension that grew when the occasional joking comment turned a bit flirty. It was always a rush between the two of you whenever the commonly repeated words, what if someone catches us is chanted as he kisses your soft lips. Miguel was the man you’ve always dreamt of, but you knew that nobody could ever know of the actions that happened whenever you’re father was locked up in his office, working on some project.
There’s a sharp knock on your bedroom door, followed by that smooth, familiar voice you’ve grown fond of. Miguel’s tall frame caught your sight as he slowly opened the door. “Hola, chiquitita, I’m going down to the pool.” He stepped into the room already in his swim shorts, a towel and sunblock in his hand. “Do you want to come with me?”
You sat up and forgot about the phone in you’re hand, “You know I’d never turn down an offer to swim, Miggy.”
“Muy bien, then come here and help me put sunscreen on my back, mi vida.” Miguel smirked as he watched you stand from the bed.
You pulled him into your room, shutting the door and grabbing the bright bottle from his hand, you feigned a annoyed. “Siempre necesitando mi ayuda.”
Miguel chuckled as the door was shut, he didn’t protest you shutting it, he’d been waiting for a moment to be alone with you. “Well, are you gonna help me, chiquitita?” He moved close, his breath lightly caressing your neck. He always knew how to get you red as a cherry, it fed his ego whenever you cowered under his gaze.
“Turn around.”
Miguel turned around, his shirtless body always amazed you, he was a large, muscular man that liked to keep in shape. His skin was beautifully tanned, his body covered in tattoos, a few new scratches and bruises. You opened the bottle of sunscreen and gently smeared it on his muscly back, you were right where he wanted you, your touch against his skin causing him to shiver slightly. You neatly manicured fingers trailed throughout his back, making sure to get sunscreen all along his back, your hands even lingering occasionally as you subtly his massaged back.
Miguel’s breath caught in his throat, he resisted letting out a groan, your lingering fingers made his body tingle. The manicured hands that he paid for running up and down him made him squirm. He was powerless to your touch, even with all the muscles, his mind racing to imagine other scenarios. The smell of sunscreen filled the room as Miguel closed his eyes, forcing himself to not ask you to keep touching him. You could feel him tense up when you pulled your hands away, rubbing the access sunscreen on your arms.
“I need change into my bathing suit, but you’re returning the favor and helping me put on sunscreen too okay?” You pointed a finger at him as he turned around, smirking like a smug little shit.
“Buenos pues, chiquitita.” Miguel chuckled, trying to hide just how much your touch turned him on. “Gracias, by the way.“ he stepped out the room, but you left the door wide open, honestly not caring if he watched or not. He waited just outside, though from the angle he was standing at a mirror reflected all the was going on inside. He kept an eye on your as you undressed and put on the skimpy bikini, you knew what you were doing. His eyes glued to you in the reflection, his focus mainly on your body as you tied on the bikini top, tits beautiful displayed. When you finally came out of the room, he straightens up his posture and whistled. “You look good in that, chiquitita.”
You let out soft giggles, twirling swiftly to give him a full view, “Gracias, no soy la niñita que era.” You held out the bottle, a smirk on your face.
Miguel chuckled as he took the sunscreen from your hands and started applying it to your body.“No, you aren’t little anymore. You’re a woman that I’ve watched grow up, but you’ll always be mi hermosa chiquitita.” He was careful and gentle, making sure to take his time with it. The mix between his words and the movement of his hands made you flustered. Miguel knew what he was doing. Once he finally finished applying the sunscreen he leaned down and kissed your cheek. “Let’s go to the pool. We’ve already spent too much time inside.” He allowed you to step front of him, “Las chiquititas primero.”
You chuckled softly, “Gracias, papi.”
Miguel smirked but didn’t acknowledge the remark. Instead, he just laughed as he trailed behind you, your bikini accentuating your body. His eyes fell on your ass, you confident strides down the hallway and stairs making him hold back on reaching over to grab it. You could feel his eyes and it only made you smirk. “Enjoying the view, Miggy?”
Miguel laughed softly, his face flush. “How do you know it’s you that has me distracted?” Miguel shrugged as you opened the sliding door, his mind racing when you continued to walk in front of him.
“Don’t think I don’t see where your eyes are looking, plus you’ve got a little drool just right there.” You teased, pointing at the corner of his mouth with a smile. You put down the towel and sunglasses on one of the chaise lounge chairs.
He looked down at the pool and back at you, hiding his smile, he didn’t want to admit that you were completely right. He opted on teasing you back, “Little diablita. If you keep teasing me like that, I’ll have to do something about it.”
“Oh yeah, and what would that be.” You challenged, walking closer to him as you smirked.
Miguel copied the smirk on your lips, looking down at them, so plump and pink just for him. “Would it be wrong for me to kiss that smartass, teasing mouth of yours chiquitita?”Miguel moved closer, closing the little space between the two of you.
“Only if ya get caught, papi.”
Miguel’s smirk widened. He looked down at your face for a second, deciding whether he should care if he gets caught or not. He moved his head to your ear and whispered, knowing it was one of your weaknesses. “Well maybe I don’t care about getting caught right now.” Miguel’s breath was warm against you as his free hand gently pulling you towards him.
You grinned, he was right on the edge of the pool, in the perfect position, your hands were planted on his muscly chest. You had an idea. “Oh yeah?” Before he could come up with another teasing reposen you pushed his body and watched as he fell into the water, a splash of water followed after.
Miguel went from smug and proud, to confused and shocked in a matter of seconds. As he fell into the pool he hissed, cold water quickly soaking his body. You could see his annoyed expression when his head popped up from the water. “Maldita sea!” His face dripping in water, he turned to you as your giggling filled his ears. “Estas loca.” He chuckled, admiring you despite you’re cruel actions.
“Loosen up, papi, nomas es un poco de agua.” You made your way towards the steps of the pool, slowly dipping in one foot at a time. You understood why Miguel got so agitated, the water wasn’t the warmest, it made goosebumps spread throughout your body. Nonetheless you continued on in. You looked towards Miguel you watched your figure as the water reached your waist. His eyes trailed up to your hardened nipples that poked through the fabric of the bikini top.
You’d began to shiver, Miguel sighed and resisted the urge to hold you close. He looked down at your goosebump covered body as you made your way towards him. You reached a hand out towards him, attempting to conceal the slight tremble in your lip from the cold. Miguel took your hand and chuckled, kissing your knuckles. “Tienes frío?”
You nodded, “Y tu no?”
“You’ll get use to it, chiquitita.” You huffed and pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, you hands coming up to grip his shoulders. Miguel’s eyes widened at your sudden action, it wasn’t what he expected, but he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest, he’d already melted at your touch and went back to o being smug. He wrapped his arm around you, the other one going down to grip your ass he’d been so desperately wanting to squeeze. His mind racing with so many thoughts. “What if someone sees us like this?”
“What happened to not caring if we get caught, hmm?” You smirked, leaning your head back and allowed the water to soak up into your hair, your neck exposed to his wandering eyes.
Miguel chuckled as you leaned back, his lips brushing against your neck briefly. “Well if we continue like this then we’re going to get caught doing more then just being in each others arms.“ He teased your ear with his hot breath, his arms still wrapped around your body. He was feeling bold and decided to press his bulge against your clothed core.
You gasp softly, the grip on his shoulders tightening, you rose your head back up and looked at him. “You’re so hot, y’know that, papi?
Miguel’s muscles tensed up again as he felt your grip tighten on his shoulders, smug smirk painted on his lips. “Gracias, chiquitita.” he chuckled, “You’re pretty hot yourself.”
His eyes were looking at you intensely, not being able to look away. They were locked on your lips, your body, every part of you had Miguel feeling things he was never ready for. You could see it in his fierce eyes, the way his bit his lip, the way he squeezed the soft flesh of your ass.
“Bésame, Miggy.” You wanted to sound confident, like you had control, but the way the fraise left your lips was like a plead. “I know you want to.”
Miguel’s face was flushed and his heart was pounding out of his chest. Hearing you say those words, he couldn’t say no. He wanted to kiss you, he wanted to drown in your lips. He wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything before. He knew it was wrong, it was filthy kissing the daughter of his longest friends, but it felt so good to have you in his arms. He smiled softly, pulling you closer to him, if it was even possible. Miguel’s lips gently touched yours, kissing you passionately. The water around you seemed to have warmed up suddenly, you no longer shivered but instead basked in the warmth. Your wet hand cupped his face as you leaned your head to the side, deepening the messy kiss, tongues intertwined in a battle for dominance.
Miguel was in a haze with your lips pressed against his, he was losing himself, every other thought leaving his mind except you. He felt your wet fingers running through his hair, tugging occasionally as you let out sweet sounds.
“I have a feeling that we’re going to end up doing more then just swimming today, papi.” You smirked teasingly, pulling away from the kiss, watching as a single string of salvia connected your lips. Miguel chuckled, biting his lip as his heart still pounded from the kiss. You were right, he already knew what else both of you would do and he knew would be dirty. It consumed his mind, the thought of your head stuffed into a pillow as he pounded from behind made the boner in his shorts so much more painful.
The pulled away from his arms, extending out your legs to swim across the pool. Dunked your head, letting your face meet the cool, chlorine filled water. You turned and caught Miguel looking at you, a smile on his face. “Are you going to make me chase you chiquitita?” He smirked. “Cause that is a game you won’t win.”You squealed as his quick figure swam towards, trapping you in the deep end of the pool, the part where not even the tip of your toes could reach. His strong arms reached to grip your waist, keeping you up, you huffed and rolled your eyes. “Gotcha, now, chiquitita.”
“That wasn’t a fair fight, Miggy, let me go.” You whined, pushing at his chest, though you knew that Miguel wouldn’t budge.
“If I let you go you’ll drown, this is the six foot part of the pool.” Miguel smirked, knowing that he had you trapped and wouldn’t release you no matter how much you begged.
“I can swim.”
“Doggy paddling across the pool isn’t enough proof that you survive this deep.” He remarked, raising a brow as you rolled your eyes. “Drop the attitude, chiquitita.”
“Or what?”
Miguel pushed your bodies to the end of the pool, he propped you up on the ledge, your wet bottom soaking into concrete. You looked down, nervously watching as he pried your legs open, his face right where you always wanted him to be. “So quiet now, aren’t you diablita?”
You perched an eyebrow up, swallowing the lump in your throat, “Not afraid of getting caught, huh, Miggy?”
“I believe you should be the one that’s scared of being caught, Chiquitita, I mean look at you. Spreading your legs desperately like a dirty whore for your dads bestfriend?” Miguel smirked, shaking his disapprovingly, “I’ll have you begging me to eat this pretty cunt.”
You were far too stubborn to give in, “Why would I have to beg when I know you want to, you’re dying for it, aren’t you, papi?”
He let out a low chuckle, you weren’t sure if you were suppose to be terrified or relieved, either way, you were getting water by the moment and need something. Anything. “You caught me, chiquitita, but it doesn’t mean I’ll give in so easily. Even if I’m ‘dying’ for it.”
You let out an annoyed sigh, throwing your bed back as you heard Miguel’s chest vibrate in laughter at your antics. “Eres tan enfadoso, sabias? I might just have to leave and go fuck my fingers into this cunt since you’re being such an asshole about this.”
“Frustrated aren’t we?” Miguel rested his hands on you’re thighs, spreading them apart further to get a view of your pussy, despite it being covered by your floral bathing suit bottom. “You fuck yourself thinkin’ of me?”
You rested against one hand, behind you, the other one creeped towards you bottoms. “Mhmm, since such a whore I fuck myself nearly every night, imaging it was your cock.” He watched as you lowered your hand, you’re fingers teasing your clit for a few moments before it began to pump in and out of your wet hole. “Just like this.”
Miguel had to force back a moan, watching you writhe, him such inches away from you as your eyes such in pleasure. “Do you call out my name?”
“Fuck, yes—Miguel, yes.” As you moaned out his name he suddenly reached for your wrist, tightly squeezing it as an uncontrollable desire burned in his dark pupils.
“Enough.” He growled, forcing you to drag your fingers out of you, a quiet huff passing your lips. “It’s my turn, chiquitita.” His senses were fogged up with lust, he could feel his mouth watering already as he pushed the fabric of your bikini bottom to the side. The sight of your dripping pussy practically called his name, he glanced up at you awaiting approval.
“Por favor, papi.” You whined, lifting a hand to run through his wet hair, it didn’t take a him a second to dive in. His pink tongue already out and licking at your clit teasingly before his pretty lips sucked on it. He was getting pussy drunk at the taste of your juices, eating you out like a mad man. His hands coming up to hook around your thighs and squeeze them, also making sure that they were kept apart.
“Fucking hell, chiquitita, you taste so good.” He grumbled, the muffled vibrations of his voice barley processing in your brain as you let out a pathetic whine in response. “No boy can ever eat this cunt like I can.” You tugged in his hair tighter, eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung open. Miguel never removed his eyes off you, it was the part of his face you could see, his nose bumped into your clit while his tongue worked wonders, insetting itself into your dripping hole.
The sounds were filthy, you could hear a continuous squelch of your wet cunt already enough to expose you if anyone came home. If that wasn’t loud, then maybe your moans would definitely alert a neighbor or two. Yet, you couldn’t seem to focus on anything else then the piercing brown eyes that gazed up at you, so soft and loving despite his dirty actions. His mouth pushing more and more to the edge, your breathing was quick, someone could’ve assumed that you’d just ran a mile but it was just because of Miguel O’hara’s mouth.
“Asi, asi!” You moaned out, legs beginning to tighten around his head, you eyes breaking away from his as you threw your hand back once more. Your hips began to grind against his face, he chuckled at your desperation, the vibrations of the noise enough to make you cum. “Fuck, Miguel!” You let out one last, pornographic moan before you spilled into his inviting mouth, you twitched as he licked you up, making sure to get every last drop you had to offer before he pulled away. His whole chinned drenched in your cum and arousal, it made you blush, but he only smirked. He wiped it away with the back of his veiny hand before he leaned up to kiss you, his tongue tasted of you.
“Estas bien, chiquitita?” He muttered softly, pulling away from the kiss and trialing them down your from your cheek, to your jaw and then to your neck. You hummed in response, twisting the dark curls around your finger as pulled back to look at you. It was his favorite thing to do, especially after you came. You eyelids half open, a doopy smile unconsciously stretching on your lips, and how soft your voice was.
The sound of the sliding door opening caused you to jump, Miguel suddenly sinking himself into the water and sailing to the opposite side of the pool. Your father walked into the yard, a big grin on his face. “Mi amor, what are you doing out here?”
“Uh..j-just trying to get a tan.” You stuttered out, subtly adjusting your bottom as you stared up at your dad innocently.
“Be sure to wear lots of sunscreen, you don’t want to end up like me, old and wrinkly.” He let out a chuckle, glancing over at his best friend who was mindlessly swimming around, completely ignoring what just occurred moments ago. “Miguel, cómo está la alberca?”
“Perfecta.” Miguel replied, “We still on for that cookout tonight?”
“You know it, I actually just got back from el super y agarre la carne.” Your father was so clueless, you almost pitied him for be so blind of the tension between you two. “Be ready by six, mija, todas tus tías vienen a verte.”
You gave him a bright smile, nodding in response as he walked back into the home, sliding the door shut behind him. Your eyes drifted back to Miguel who’s already began to exit the pool, his toned body dripping of the chlorinated water. His pushed away the strands of hair that covered his eyes before reaching for his red and blue towel. It made you squeeze your legs together, a new wave of arousal hitting you once more. He came towards you, a bright pink towel in his hand and a smug smirk on his face.
As you stood he draped the material onto your shoulders, let it protect you from the slight breeze that blew over the city. “Gracias.” You mumbled, quietly walking back inside but before you could place a hand on the door handle Miguel gripped your elbow.
His tall figure leaned down, hot breath grazing over the shell of your ear. “If you ever need me to fuck your pretty pussy when your fingers can’t satisfy you, give me a call chiquitita.” He placed a kiss on your cheek, leaving you to process his words.
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authors note: MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN😍😍😍😍 btw I was too lazy to do the translation IM SORRY I love y’all tho🫶🏼
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coralinnii · 8 months
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❋ Crushing on a game character ❋ ↳ bonus: he kinda reminds you of your bf feat ⎸Leona ⭑ Azul ⭑ Jack ⭑ Kalim genre ⎸fluff, humour note ⎸no pronouns used with reader, established relationships, reader is kinda oblivious and scatterbrained. 
part one
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Ugghh, the disgusted looks this man would give. Stop, I can’t handle the judgemental stares! 
Jokes aside, Leona’s not really going to care too much. It’s your life so you can like whatever you want so long as it doesn’t bother him. 
He may look like he isn’t listening to you as you gush about your ult fav, but he’s listening enough to get the gist of this fictional character that seems to capture your attention. 
“He sounds like a real jerk. You got some weird taste” 
“He’s actually a good guy, I swear!” 
“Well, for a good guy he sure acts like an as-“ 
Am I getting too meta on this?
Despite his supposed indifference, he pays enough attention to notice some similarities appearance-wise between him and your favorite character and of course he had to point it out at any given chance. 
“Can’t get your mind off of me, can ya?”
He can sleep through your gaming and your giggling well enough, and at the end of the day he’s the one that gets to have you in his arms as you fall asleep after a long gaming session.
But soon, you started buying some merch. At first, it was just some photo cards and keychains so it’s nothing too crazy. He almost can’t believe that people would actually spend time and money collecting those kinds of things. But when he realized that he could quell your anger a lot better now by handing you merch he made Ruggie get, he can’t complain about an easy out. 
Then the bigger stuff started coming in, and Leona starts to notice that this fictional bastard is taking more than just space in your phone. He doesn’t like sharing what’s his, fictional or not.
“You can’t be serious” 
Your lips curled into a pout as you glanced back at your new purchase that somehow offended Leona for some reason. “What? It looks cool, doesn’t it?” 
Leona doesn’t agree as he stood face to face with the monstrosity sitting on your desk.
A giant figurine of a certain character he’s starting to think he’s seeing way too much of.
It was a detailed piece with decor and props surrounding the character, showing off more of its 3D splendor. The smug expression on the figure, regardless if simply painted on, made Leona growled under his breath as it rubbed him the wrong way.
Your beastman boyfriend was waiting for you in his bedroom when the school day was done, expecting some quality time with his mate. Instead, he was practically left forgotten when you heard that a package was dropped off for you and you were excited to unbox your long-awaited splurge. Leona finally got your attention when he unceremoniously burst through your bedroom doors to find you rearranging your desk to fit your new figure.
“The damn thing is takin’ up your whole desk,” Leona sneered down at the piece of clay as though it offended his honor. “And it’s ugly as hell” 
“How dare you! He’s a masterpiece!” Leona felt a vein tense on his forehead. Did you really have to call it a he? “Besides, I still have space on my desk and just looking at him while I study relaxes me” 
As if to prove your point, you bent down to gaze at your new figure and a fond smile immediately found its place on your face. You playfully tapped the top of your character’s head, giddy as you took in the well-crafted design of the model. 
Leona on the other hand, can only feel a headache forming as he has to watch his lover go gaga over a cheap piece of clay (cheap to him, maybe!). It’s one thing to have your attention away from him when you're gaming, but he’s not gonna fight with a freaking toy for your loving looks outside of that. He’s the boyfriend here. 
You felt yourself pulled back by your collar, making you fall backwards unceremoniously onto your bed. You wanted to get up but Leona immediately joined you, trapping you as he laid his body atop of you, wrapping both his arms and his tail to keep you in his hold. He didn’t say anything but you could see his flattened ears and a sour expression across his face. 
“Do you really not like it?” You asked him, carefully caressing his head in hopes to ease his tense ears. Leona tried to ignore your question but one glance at your worried look just wouldn’t let him. 
“It’s fine… now stop talkin’ and just sleep already.” Quickly snuffing the conversation, Leona pulled you close to rest his head on you, being lulled by your heartbeat. Leona isn’t gonna tell you to stop if you really like this stuff, but his time with you is not negotiable. 
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His first thought was how obsessi- I mean passionate you must be. 
Though, having been around Idia and even Jade long enough, Azul wouldn’t be that surprised as he assumed that this sort of infatuation with such a trivial thing is not something uncommon. Not something he would do but not surprised if you have something you like to such an extent. 
Azul would be curious and have many questions about your fixation. What’s enticing you so? How is it addicting for you? How can he possibly market on this- 
Being a doting partner, Azul would let you play your game in his office while he works on some paperwork. But Azul would secretly listen to you as you gush about the game and your favorite character. 
And I mean, ACTUALLY listen. He remembers your expressions as you ramble about that character’s favorite food or how good he looks in his new “skin” as you call it. He’s very attentive and he does find your goofy smiling very cute. 
But if this goes on, Azul might start to get worried. Is this character perhaps your ideal type all along? This suave and admittedly well-designed game character better suits your fancy than anything or anyone else. 
Azul would start comparing himself to this fictional character and wondered…is that who you wanted? 
You were starting to worry about your boyfriend so you made your way to his office. He seemed to be a lot busier lately and you noticed there were more papers on his desk than the usual contracts and bills. However, whenever you near him Azul was quick to hide certain things on his desk from your sight which you tried to convince yourself that something like that should be expected considering the confidential documents he may have as an owner of an establishment. But the way he forces a tight-lipped smile when he does so…it leads your mind to upsetting thoughts.
Working to dispel those thoughts, you knocked on his door but there was no response. That was strange since Jade assured you that the Housewarden was in his office and Azul would always respond back from beyond the door. 
Your worries deepened, you carefully opened the door just slightly in case Azul was actually preoccupied with a client. Thankfully, you saw no one on the guest seats and when you pushed the door further, you noticed your fair-haired boyfriend slouched in his seat pouring over some papers, mumbling to himself. 
“Azul?” 
Your voice startled the merman as he flinched out from his trance, his hands accidentally scattering his papers off his desk and close to your feet. 
“Ah no, wait!” Azul yelled in panic but you already took a good look at what was printed on the sheets of paper. 
It was your current favorite from the game you’ve been playing, with facts taken from the game lore as well as from fan theories. There were also pictures of his CGs with special dialogues catered to the players. 
Upon closer inspection, you soon noticed written memos and certain sections highlighted on these fact sheets, all in Azul’s intricate handwriting. 
Light-colored attire… prince-like aesthetic 
Skilled with swords…athletic appeal? 
Potential date sites? Food-sharing ideas….Hand-holding opportunities…
Littered all over the papers were scribbles as such which made you initially assume that it was for research purposes only. However, between these notes were details about you which made you rethink that assumption. 
You saw your personal interests, your food preferences, whether you would enjoy such date scenarios. Notes pondering if you would enjoy such a thing or if you find this attractive on Azul. 
Your boyfriend must have gone through so many websites, forums, and postings to find this much information without playing the game. Heck, you recognized some of these CGs from mini events that weren’t promoted as much as others. All this detailed research…you smiled at how adorably Azul-like of him. 
Azul eventually built his courage to break the awkward silence. “I can explain, my dear” 
You raised your brow but nodded. “Ok”
“I became intrigued by your fixation of this game and decided on checking on myself the appeals of this game” Azul pushed his glasses to cover his nervous countenance. “I must say, I am quite impressed with the details this company puts into their characters. Perhaps I can find some way to implement these elements into Mostro Lounge as a limited time event” 
You couldn't help but chuckle seeing Azul trying to compose himself, but the flushing of his pale skin betrays him. “I see. Well needless to say, I agree with your thoughts from what I can see, especially the date scenarios”
Your tease successfully flustered your Azul even more, but you want to fluster your cute lover further “While I do like the aesthetic of the handsome, princely type…” 
Azul watched you approach him at his desk, wary of the cheeky look on your face. Smiling, you proceeded to surprise him with a kiss on his face, teasingly close to his beauty mark. 
“…I like the very cute and clever merman better” 
How skilled you are to turn an octopus boiling red without fire.
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Very confused. He understands that people have their own preferences and interests but he’s just…so, so confused. 
He supports you and your passions but you will have to explain the concepts like “simping” and “biases” to him. Very much a normie, but a supportive one. 
He makes sure that you balance your gaming life with your personal life, which means no late night gaming, no 3AM game check-ins, and he paces your grinding sessions with breaks. 
We don’t deserve him 
He would notice that your favorite character seems to be a beastman like him, but doesn’t connect the reason why you would be so infatuated with this silent wolf-like character in particular. 
Such a coincidence they look similar to each other, huh… 
He would chastise you if you get too absorbed into the game but he does respect your dedication and your gaming knowledge. 
If you offer, he wouldn’t mind trying out the game you love so much just so he can understand your interest better. 
“Ughh, I lost” 
You laughed as you watched your tall boyfriend groan, ruffling his hair in frustration. Jack decided to finally try out your new obsession and after a quick crash-course explanation from you, Jack tried his hand at the battle portion of the game. It ended unfortunately in his defeat as all his players died and the screen on your phone darkened. 
“You were really good for your first time, though” you tried to cheer him up. “Sometimes it just comes down to luck” 
You could tell however that Jack was still bummed about his loss, his tail slowly flicking around and his ears flattening on his head. 
“This is actually pretty tough” Jack grumbled under his breath, not realizing how complicated the game mechanics were. “I always thought you were amazing with how good you were at this game but wow…” 
“This man, complimenting me like it’s nothing…” 
Trying to cover your flustered expression, you crawled over to your boyfriend who was currently sitting down. Gently, you pushed his arms in order to climb onto his lap, your back resting against his chest which flinched upon your touch. You took back your phone from Jack’s hands. 
“Here, I’ll show you some stuff to boost your chances” you looked to your boyfriend, who went suspiciously quiet…quieter than usual. “Jack?” 
You could feel how Jack immediately stiffened at his name before he slightly yelled out his response “Right, got it!” 
Stifling your laugh, you made yourself comfortable as you continued with your gaming. Although, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling when you felt a pair of muscular arms wrapping around your waist, and a fluffy tail resting on your legs.   
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Another clueless but supportive partner. 
Kalim’s really glad you have something you really love and is happy to hear you talk for hours about anything and everything related to the game and your favorite game character. 
“He can do that? Wow!” “What? That’s such a sad story, poor guy!” 
He understands why you would like this character, seeing how jovial and sweet-natured your ult fav seem to be. 
“What a real nice guy, you must really like these types of guys, huh?”
“Yea…guess I do” 
He’ll go to conventions with you, even wait in long lines with you, and listen to fan theories while not understanding a single thing, all because seeing you so happy is worth it.
You will have to be the one with self-control because the moment Kalim finds out there’s merch out there, he’s buying them without hesitation. 
Even the less…subtle merchandise out there 
“Kalim…where did you get this?” 
“Do you like it? I saw this while searching for stuff you might like” 
You questioned what Kalim thought of you if he assumed that this would be something you like, because you’re faced with a large body pillow of your bias character laying on your bed, with your boyfriend joyously showing it off. The picture printed on the cover showcased your favorite character in a cute pose, which you were honestly grateful for because you wouldn’t know the best reaction to have if Kalim bought a less than school-friendly image. 
“It’s…wow” despite the insanity of the situation, you started to smile in amusing absurdity “I mean…I never thought I would have the chance to hold a body pillow, let alone have a cute looking one” 
Kalim, oblivious as ever, grinned as he assumed you were happy with his purchase “Right?! I heard from some people at the convention that pillows like these were really popular!” 
Ah, so that’s where he learned about this side of the fandom. Kalim is such an easy guy to talk with so he would occasionally start conversations with other convention attendees despite being a “normie”, so to speak. 
“I managed to get one commissioned with the fluffiest pillow I could get.” Grabbing the pillow, Kalim proudly held it out in front of you. “Here, feel it!” 
You did what your boyfriend asked, and your eyes widened at luxurious sensations under your fingertips. “Holy crap, this is so soft! And the picture quality is super good too” 
Any experience or expectations you had about body pillows is now blown out of the park as you can’t imagine anything ever beating the softness and quality of this body pillow. Heck, your regular pillows can’t be compared to the feeling of heaven you’re feeling. 
Kalim grinned at you, satisfaction and joy clear on his cute face. Gently, the tanned man pulled you onto your bed, making you lay onto the mattress with your boyfriend and your new body pillow. Wrapping his arms around you, you were now sleeping between the Housewarden and your printed-out ult bias. 
“See, even if I can’t be here, you still have something with you when you’re tired” Kalim’s ruby eyes shined with affection. “Though I don’t ever want to leave your side, I wanna make sure you’re never alone even if I can’t be with you”    
Internally screaming, you swore to protect this cinnamon roll.
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sanspuppet · 3 months
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“Touch me” prompt. 18 - Yeosang scenario
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W/T: handjob, face fucking, cum eating, praises, pet name: princess
just some alpha Yeosang in need of some touch lmao, no plot just smut u know me 🧍🏻‍♀️
requested by @tamera21 i hope you can enjoy mwah💕
not me writing this because i can’t sleep help it’s 3 in the morning
actually listening to this on loop while writing, so i recommend doing the same while reading :) it’s an italian song btw
divider by @_cafekitsune
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The air felt dizzy outside, shots of water drops were hitting the window walls on another boring Sunday. You were laying on the couch, legs crossed as you scrolled through your instagram fyp. It was kinda rude to say that you weren’t paying any attention to your boyfriend for all day, you felt bored and lazy, sure thing the icky weather wasn’t helping. You heard footsteps taking their way towards you at some point, which you still didn’t pay attention to, just minding your own business as you were stalking your favorite celebrities with their last posts. Yeosang was looking at you with hooded eyes, he still isn’t surely the mean type, but oh fuck if he was annoyed by you.
“Uh-hum i’m sorry, bothering you?” Yeosang huffed, his hands on his waist, waiting for you to rise your gaze up to him. But the only thing he got from you was a quick: “Mmm?” eyes still locked on the phone screen.
“Fucking hell, look at me please.” he sighed, once he realized that it would take more than just that to gain your attention, Yeosang stepped towards you, enough for him to grab your chin, forcing you to finally lock eyes with him.
“Oh hi darling, what’s wrong?” you questioned him as nothing just happened, smiling at him despite he still looked annoyed. In fact, he raised one eyebrow, furrowing his nose as he spoke up:
“‘What’s wrong?’ you didn’t talk to me the entire morning, plus if it couldn’t be worse, i’m hard” the last word suddenly woke up your core, tensing your lower abdomen muscles when shivers ran down to reach the gap between you thighs.
“Are gonna act like a brat any longer, or you’ll finally be a good girl and take my needy cock, huh?” his fingertips were buried in your soft cheeks, his boner getting harder every second he passed by imagining your pretty face painted with his thick cum.
“U-uhm i-, i’ll help you.”
“Good, princess” Yeosang let go of your chin, moving backwards and pointing the floor. “On your knees, listen to me okay?” as it seemed like he was just petting you, you immediately did as he said, kneeling in front of him, your gaze still locked on his drop dead gorgeous face.
“Go ahead” he gave a quick nod, his eyes focusing on your phone abandoned on the couch, grimacing at it like it was the reason you weren’t paying attention to him the whole day. “Touch me” Your hands landed on the zip of jeans as soon as he mouthed, dragging his underwear down with his pants. Your mouth started drooling at the first second you saw his cock a few inches far from your lips, arousal hitting your lower core as your body was already convinced that it’d be a long afternoon. Your hands grabbed his dick, twisting them around his length as your lips were sucking on its stimulated tip. Eyes were observing every detail of Yeosang’s chest and abdomen when he breathed heavily to repress any moan. Though it became so fucking difficult once your throat took all the way up to his cock, your tongue messing with his balls, gaining from him breathing groans.
“Fuck, that feels amazing princess.” his fingers carded through your hair, moving it away from your forehead before pulling it back. “Oh god, keep doing that” You tried to breathe in with your nose, as your throat was stuffed full with Yeosang’s dick. Your mind was quickly going blank, moving your head automatically when every single coherent thought left your brain, it always took nothing for you to go cockdrunk. The situation up there was very similar, Yeosang was loosing his mind over the overwhelming pleasure of your touch, because fuck you surely knew how to worship properly a dick. He blinked hard, furrowing his eyebrows, feeling his orgasm on his way to approach him. “So good, princess. Helping me to get off, such a caring girlie” his words became pathetic while the gap between his body and the pure blissing pleasure got smaller, spasming slightly at every louder moan. “Acting so good now, is this what i should do every time you don’t pay attention to me? Just forcing you to suck my dick?” You pulled out, needy for air. One hand kept working on his length, while the other rubbed away the saliva exiting your mouth. “Fuck, look at me. I’m close princess, i am, s-shit…”
Yeosang’s breath was unstable once his orgasm hit his body, gulping hard the saliva to help focusing on something else apart from how amazingly you just worshipped his cock. You parted your lips once white ropes of cum started to shoot all over your face, attaching them on his cockhead to make sure to take every single drop. You looked up at him, opening your mouth to show him how full of his seed you were. At his surprise, he widened his eyes the same second you swallowed all of it, sticking your tongue out to prove your act. Yeosang chuckled, kneeling down to be face to face with you, he stamped a kiss on your overworked lips, after caressing your cheeks.
“You did so good for me princess, shall i take care of you as well?”
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littledollll · 3 months
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Satisfaction
Lucifer Morningstar x reader
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A/n: I’ve had this idea for the LONGEST time, I’m so excited to finally have it done and out there.
Warnings: master-pet dynamic, overstimulation, mentions of orgasm denial, punishment, shoe riding, begging, crying, praise, degradation, worship, adoration, after care, mean Lucifer and then (slightly) sweet Luci. mostly condescending
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“What a pity.” They muttered with a sigh, slouching just slightly against the chair they were seated on, watching you inevitably fail their ‘simple’ request to “just hold it.”
A disappointed look showed on Lucifer’s face at the sight of you. Eyes rolled back, thighs shaking and pressing together as your whole body tensed up and gave into the sweet yet unbearable feelings of release.
You gasped for air as you squirmed away from the toy under you. Their demands rang in your ears, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.
“Yes you can. Just listen.” You received every time you shook your head, moans sounding more like sobs at being denied your release.
“I haven’t given you my permission yet. No, surely my good little puppy would wait until I do.” But that permission was never coming. That wicked smirk you could see even with your eyes closed reminded you.
“You can do it, pup. You just have to obey.”
But how? It was physically impossible to just stop your body’s natural reaction. You can’t just pretend there’s no vibrator set on torturing your beyond sensitive clit. You could feel your own wetness. Down your thighs and all over the sheets below you. You could also feel Lucifer’s watchful eyes, lingering on your face much longer than they needed to, like they were expecting something from you.
“Down.” Lucifer’s stern tone could surely be heard across the palace. But they had no shame in it. In Fact they bathed in the embarrassment it gave you, marking an adorable blush on your cheeks.
You knew what that tone meant. It was one rarely ever used, but it seemed like today Lucifer was in one of those moods.
“m sorry- im sorry I couldn’t- Luci..” you resorted to begging, pleading for them to forgive you. But they were set on what they wanted from you, after all, it was all intentional. Because no one in their right mind would just assume you’d be able to hold on any longer than a few good minutes with a vibrator pressed against your clit so deliciously. Their eyes peered down at you expectantly while they knew you couldn’t. It’s not physically possible.
“I don’t care. You directly disobeyed my orders. You came without my permission and now you will be punished. Get. Down.”
You hesitated, for reasons only god would even know. You knew better. Your mind was ready to run to your knees but your body wouldn’t move.
Lucifer quirked a brow, amused by this choice of yours. It wasn’t often that you tried to negotiate on punishments and much less just refuse them. Then again, it wasn’t often that you’d get away with it. “Don’t make me repeat myself again, pet.”
Down you went, as if your body was waiting for the final straw before giving in. Scrambling off the bed and to your knees at their feet. “You know what I want, don’t you?” Of course you did. It came up in conversation no more than a week ago, and suddenly you have an impossible challenge and a punishment because of it. They set you up to get exactly what they wanted.
Lucifer watched you inch closer, they could almost read your mind, sensing your hesitation in the way you looked up at them seeking guidance.
“Go on, pet.. let’s see if you enjoy it as much as I already am.”
The toy was left forgotten on the bed. The buzzing never left the back of your mind as it filled up the otherwise silent room with its noise.
If you were them, you would’ve rewarded anyone who resisted the urge to take it off without their command, given the unreasonable rules they had set. But Lucifer was cruel when they wanted to be, and today was just one of those days.
You released a shaky breath as you settled against their boot. They allowed you that, at least. A moment to start whenever you were ready. You didn’t feel rushed, specially not when one of their soft hands made its way into your messy hair and forcing your view up.
You looked up with hazy unfocused eyes only to be greeted by softness, a quiet reassurance. “You look so pretty like this.. perhaps I’d enjoy seeing you right there more often.”
Lucifer’s soft voice lulled you into an unfamiliar state of calmness. Everyone’s been calm before, but this felt different. You were performing for them, their observing, but not judging eyes. Yes, you’d be here more often, as long as it made them look at you as they were now. As long as it made you feel like it was now.
You moved at a slow pace at first, your over sensitive body wracking with shivers as you did. Your pulsing cunt sliding against their shiny boot. Your mouth falling open with moans and sighs as the texture of leather rubbed against your swollen clit.
“Does it feel good, pet?” You couldn’t say no. Your arms wrapped around their leg, both arms practically clinging against their strong calf as you worked yourself up faster.
A pitiful whimper fell from your lips in response. Your chest was already heaving, and your eyes were locked with theirs.
Lucifer looked pleased watching you. You wanted that. You needed it. That proud look on their face was all you lived for. Nothing else mattered. Not at that moment, not ever.
You felt a familiar burning sensation in your stomach, building up more and more with each messy roll of your hips. Their boot was slippery with your arousal.
In the haze of the moment, you were a bit startled when you felt a hand tangling itself into your hair, giving you a gentle caress as well as refocusing your view to Lucifer’s eyes.
“I know you’re all spacey, my pet. But I’d love it so much if you could try and keep your eyes on me, can we do that?”
You whimpered once more, nodding quickly. Lucifer chuckled. “Good pet. It’s okay if you’re close, darling.. let me see you cum for me.”
Your breathing turned to short pants, it was getting increasingly harder to keep your focus up at them. Your head fell against their thigh, nuzzling up against it weakly before your orgasm shot through your body.
It made Lucifer so proud to see those half-lidded eyes looking up at him, even as you squirmed and whimpered your pretty little heart out, you obeyed.
You looked at him with blurry vision and trembling limbs. Your heart was pounding so quickly Lucifer could feel it as you rested against them.
“That’s good, pet.. you’ve been very good for your master. Now breathe.” Their voice was much softer now, a hand caressing your cheek, before they took enough pity on you to lift you onto their lap and let you borrow yourself against them.
Kisses get littered all over your face, on your cheek, jaw, and a little down to your neck. But you could feel the intention behind it. They weren’t looking for more, simply grounding you in the moment.
“Breathe.” They whispered once more, their hands caressing you gently, arms, chest, your torso… anywhere they could reach.
“You’re so messy, little pet. You’ve left my nice boots all ruined now..” they said with a quiet sigh, faux disappointment practically dripping from their words but you didn’t have the mind to understand that right now.
It was part of the fun, to make you feel beyond humiliated. It was part of the fun to see you lower your head in shame, tears prickling your eyes even more at the thought of disappointing your master.
“I-..” you tripped over your own words with a whimper, wrapping your arms tightly around them as if they’d let you go because of this. Your face hidden against their neck. “I’m sorry, master..”
Lucifer heard a quiet sniffle after your soft words, as if you were afraid to speak. It made a smile spread across their face.
Lucifer relished in getting to be the one to build you up after putting you down. Being so mean to you only to reassure you that.. “Oh, no sweetheart, don't feel bad. It’s okay, I forgive you.” And feel your body relax once more, at their merciful forgiveness.
“you mean it-?” you mumbled against them, “I’m really sorry..”
“None of that, sweetest.. it’s just a silly pair of boots, isn’t it? I have plenty of those..” they reassured you so softly that it would be impossible to believe they did all of this on purpose.
As if they didn’t put you in this position simply because they wanted to see you in such a pathetic state. As if it wasn’t all part of their meticulously crafted plan.
As if it wasn’t all for their satisfaction.
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