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planetaryupscaled · 6 days

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Steamy Vacation

Male OC x Yeji x Yuna

Tags: 5k, cheat, oral, creampie, threesome

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

“Fuck! Yesss! Keep going!” Hwang Yeji moaned.

“Almost there,” Minho told Yeji as he repeatedly impaled the ravishing idol with his cock.

“Little bit longer…almost there,” she said between breaths. “Do it…at the same time.”

Both of them were naked and having sex in the Jeju apartment bedroom. Minho had his arms on either side of Yeji as he was on top of her doing her in the missionary position. She had one of her legs wrapped around him and as her third orgasm of the afternoon approached, she reached up and grabbed onto his biceps.

“Now, Minho. Now! Annhhhh!,” She let out a loud moan as she came, and watching her o-face and feeling her already incredibly tight pussy clamp on his cock drove him to fill the condom he was wearing with his second load with her that day. He lowered himself to kiss her before rolling off of her. She let out a pleasurable sigh, and then said, “I love vacation sex.”

“You’re happy to be out for a bit, or are you happy to be on vacation from your boyfriend?”

“Watch it,” she said giving him a playful slap. She didn’t like him talking about her boyfriend, especially not while they were both naked together. Minho and Yeji’s boyfriend had never warmed up to one another. Minho wasn’t sure what the deal was between Yeji and her boyfriend.

They had been dating for several years, but that didn’t stop her from hooking up with him after that summer time in Busan, at first, he thought it was supposed to be a one-time thing but one thing led to another, now he just consider himself a lucky guy.

You bet he is.

“Sorry,” he apologized.

“I need to take a shower,” she said, getting out of bed and walking naked to the bathroom.

“Want some help?” he asked as he followed her.

“No, we need to get ready,” she told him.

“We have time,” he said as he plopped the used condom into the trash bin.

“Not really, and we both know what will happen if we get in the shower together.”

“I’m not sure if you can, but I can control myself,” He said confidently, but jokingly. She did not give an audible answer, she rolled her eyes at him and then looked down. She slapped his cock lightly, and his erection bobbed up and down for a moment.

“Alright, fair point,” he conceded, “but you know what we could be doing is better than seeing anything on Lotte.”

“Yeah, sure,” she laughed. “Look, I promised Yuna I’d take Hongsam for a walk before leaving, so you can go do that while I shower. This way I don’t need to worry about you sneaking in with me.”

“So you’re kicking me out?”

“Temporarily,” she answered and lightly pushed him back until he was outside the bathroom. Minho didn’t put up a fight and just redressed. He then went to take Hongsam for a walk. Hongsam was Shin Yuna’s dog. The room he was just having sex with was the guest bedroom of Yuna’s apartment, which they rented while performing here in Jeju.

Minho too was visiting Jeju, but he was there for work and was staying at a hotel room that his employer was paying for. He was happy that his trip lined up with ITZY performing so he could see his friend perform on stage.

Though it appears as though Yeji might have had some other ideas for the trip as well. The two went to lunch together, and then she invited him back to Yuna’s place to hang out before the show. And from there, things quickly progressed into them having two rounds of sex on the guest bed.

After about thirty minutes, Minho took Hongsam back to the apartment and gave him a treat for doing his business. As Yeji got dressed, he took a quick shower to wash the sex scent off himself. Once they were both dressed, they got a quick bite to eat since they were planning on having a very late dinner with Yuna after the show.

Yuna had left them tickets and they were in their seats with five minutes to spare before the curtain opened. ITZY was great on stage, though Minho could not help but notice how good Yuna looked. Dressed in black with her legs exposed in black tights. He was still a little turned on from being with Yeji that afternoon and watching Yuna was not subduing those feelings.

Yeji notices after they’ve finished their performance. She saw how focused Minho was on the stage, and it was after the intermission that she thought she noticed a lump in his pants.

“I can’t believe you had an erection,” she laughed.

“Quiet,” he tried to hush her.

“Was that just from watching us, or were you thinking about something else?”

“Hoping I was thinking about this afternoon?” he quipped while waving at Yuna as she came out the door. She waved back but had to sign some fan autographs and take selfies before she could go with them.

“Want me to stand in front of you? Hide any boners you might get.” Yeji said.

“Is that the reason you want to stand in front of me? In case I get an erection, I’ll have someplace to hide it.”

Her teasing him had somehow morphed into some high-level flirting. As Yuna got closer, bringing more people closer to them, they quit talking. Though even when they went to go have dinner with Yuna, Yeji dropped a number of euphemisms and double-entendres during their meal. She told Yuna that they had Minho’s “full attention” throughout their performance. Minho was not entertained by this, but he did his best not to show it and have Yuna catch on.

After they eat, they all went back to Yuna’s apartment. Yuna went right to her room to change into sweatpants and a t-shirt, and then she took Hongsam outside for a quick walk. Minho thought it was time for him to leave, but Yuna told him to stay and they could hang out for a bit when she got back. Once she was out of the apartment, Minho turned to Yeji and snapped at her “What the hell was all that?”

“All what?” she played coy,

“All that stuff at dinner. All the erection innuendos.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Minho paused and thought a moment. “You know, I thought you were just making fun of me, but now I’m thinking that you’re jealous that I might have gotten hard looking at Yuna.”

“There was no might about it,” she snidely replied.

“See I knew it.”

“Look, Minho, I’m sorry you had a HARD time at dinner, but you’re crazy if you think I was jealous of anything.”

“I’ll show you a hard time,” Minho snapped back and lowered the fly on his jeans. Yeji excitedly bit her lip as she saw him reaching into his pants…

When Yuna got back to her apartment, she heard some strange sounds and noticed that neither of her friends were anywhere in sight. She took off Hongsam’s leash and gave him a treat before she went to investigate. She followed the sound to the hallway and before she rounded the corner she heard a loud moan from a woman. Turning the corner, she found her friends in the hall.

“What’s going on here!” Yuna exclaimed. “I can’t believe you two.” Of course, it was extremely obvious what was happening. Yeji was braced against the wall in the hallway with her pants down just above her knees, and Minho was right behind her with his pants below his ass, and his cock pumping in and out of Yeji.

“Oh God, this isn’t…ummm…” Yeji tried to think of something to say.

“This is exactly what it looks like,” Minho said and then withdrew his cock. Exposing his condom-wrapped hard cock to Yuna, with it glistening in the hallway light from her friend’s pussy juices.

“Wow, she was pretty wet, huh?” Yuna said as she looked at his cock and took a few steps forward.

“Yeah, she is,” he agreed.

“Let me ask, are you hard because of her, or because you are still thinking about me on stage?” Yuna asked, and Yeji laughed. Minho’s head quickly snapped and looked at Yeji.

“You told her? When?” He wanted to know.

“I texted her about it as soon as the show was over.”

“So the whole time you were making subtle jokes during dinner?” he asked Yeji.

“I knew what she was doing,” Yuna answered.

“Don’t worry, I found it flattering.”

Yuna then grabbed hold of his cock. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” she suggested.

The three of them quickly moved into the guest room.

Yuna had Minho sit on the edge of the bed and she dropped down to her knees. She yanked off the condom and began sucking his cock. While Yuna hungrily sucked his dick, Yeji stood nearby and began stripping out of her clothes. Once naked she got onto the bed with him. She and Minho began kissing, and he reached out and began fingering her. Yeji moaned into his mouth when she felt him slide a second finger into her. Yeji eventually reached down for his cock that Yuna was still sucking on. Yeji’s hand replaced Yuna’s on his shaft and she began stroking him while Yuna’s lips and tongue focused on the tip. Eventually, it was all too much for Minho. He could no longer even concentrate on trying to kiss Yeji, he was just lost in the feeling of pleasure he was getting on his dick.

“So how is she?” Yeji asked.

“Soooo good.”

“Is she better at it than me?”

“No chance I am answering that,” he said smartly.

“And you really don’t want to play that game,” Yuna teased Yeji before going back to giving him a blow job.

“Well, you do look good with a dick in your mouth,” Yeji teased her back. Yuna responded by flipping her off.

“She is right, you do,” he told her honestly.

“Yuna, I’m going to…”

“Then do it already,” she told him. Like with Yeji, Minho and Yuna had hooked up dozens of times after that summer in Busan. Also, just like Yeji, Yuna was currently dating a guy that Minho disliked. While Minho never got along well with Yeji’s boyfriend, it was Yuna’s that he really didn’t much care for. He could not understand how they ever got together or why they are still together.

Normally he could feel Yuna swallowing as he came into her mouth, this time he could not. He found out the reason for that after he finished cumming. Yuna dragged her lips off his cock with a pop before opening her lips to show him all the jizz she’d collected in her mouth. Yuna then got up off the floor and moved to Yeji. She grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. Minho watched as the two pretty idol kissed, and saw Yuna push some of his cum from her mouth to Yeji’s, with some trickled down the sides of both of their lips as they kissed and snowballed his cum.

Even after they had swallowed all of the cum, they continued to kiss. Yuna was the aggressor, and Yeji fell backward to the point that Yeji fell backward.

Yuna did not allow Yeji to escape and crawled onto the bed, so her knees were right on the edge with her feet hanging off of it, and her hand propped her up as she leaned over Her teammate before bending back down to kiss her some more.

Minho, just like any other guy in his position, could not help but get aroused by the sight next to him. If his dick deflated at all after the blow job, it was now back to full mass. He took off his shirt and kicked off his pants and boxers, which had pooled around his ankles as Yuna began to suck his cock again.

With Minho and Yeji now naked, there was only one person in the room who was still wearing clothes. Yuna except for having no shoes, was still dressed as she was when she took her dog out for a walk. That did not last long. Minho got off the bed, positioned himself behind Yuna and yanked down her sweatpants. She had a pair of white panties that were soaking. He could clearly see how wet they were.

He put his hands on Yuna’s ass and bent down to look at her flawless backside. Her smooth-shaven pussy was literally dripping wet as he ran his tongue along her slit, licking up all her excess juices. Yuna sat up and moaned as she felt his tongue. She then turned around to face him when she felt his tongue pull away.

“Don’t tease me…” she pleaded.

“Trust me, I’m not,” he told her and then slid his hard cock inside of her. She was so wet that despite being crazy tight, he had no issue sliding his dick into her. Yuna moaned and smiled back at Minho, who began to fuck her from behind.

“God I missed this,” he told her. “You feel so good… so tight.”

“Nnhhh yesss,” she said with pride about how tight she was.

“Ahhh, I’ve missed this too,” Yuna told him as he slowly began working his dick in and out of her.

Despite Yuna laying on top of her, Yeji was feeling left out of the action. She reached up and gave Yuna’s hard brown reddish nipples a tweak. Yuna let out a bit of a yelp when she felt her nipples suddenly being played with.

“Oh, oh, wow, already, ugghhh,” Yuna moaned. It had only been a few minutes, but Yuna was so aroused even before Minho had his cock in her that it didn’t take long for her to reach the point of near orgasm. She grunted as her pussy gushed as she came, dripping down onto the bed she soaked the bedsheets beneath her. Minho pulled out of her and Yuna rolled over onto her back.

“That was a good one,” she said, sounding satisfied.

“You know, I was on the verge of something close to that before you interrupted us earlier,” Yeji said, reminding the other two that she two was still on the bed.

“I can help you out with that,” Minho replied.

“You, better,” she told him. She had him lie down on the bed and was quick to get on top of him. She was quick to sink down on his dick and began riding him. While she was on top of him, Yuna slid next to him.

“Doesn’t she have the cutest nipples,” Yuna whispered to Minho as she watched her friend methodically grind on her snatch on top of him.

“Yeah, she does,” he agreed, as he reached up and cupped her tit and ran his thumb back and forth over her small nipple. Yeji moaned as she felt her tits being played with. Minho groaned as Yuna kissed the side of his neck. Having one idol ride him while the other kissed and rubbed his chest made him even more excited. He then grabbed Yeji’s hips and started thrusting his cock up into her. Yeji’s moans were getting louder as he fucked her hard and fast. After a few minutes, he flipped her over. Once again Yeji was on her back with Minho between her legs. She raised her legs and spread them wide as he pushed back into her. Just like the afternoon, Minho and Yeji were doing it missionary. However this time, Yuna was right there with them.

After stripping off her shirt and removing her pants completely, Yuna went back and forth kissing both of them. Now with Yeji on her back, Yuna’s hands roamed over her friend’s chest, playing with her tits. Looking over at Yuna, Minho could not help himself from reaching over and pushing two fingers into her tight cunt. He fingered her for a minute before pulling his fingers out and sucking them clean. Minho remembers the first time he ever went down on Yuna, and he couldn’t believe how good she tasted and still tastes just as good now as she did then. He then pushed his fingers right back into her, which caused Yuna to moan right into Yeji’s mouth as they made out.

After several more minutes, Yeji got the orgasm she desired, but Minho still continued to pound her pussy. He thought about pulling out and driving back into Yuna, but she whispered something in his ear that made him change his mind.

“Are you close,” Yuna asked between neck kisses she was giving Minho.

“Kind of,” he grunted.

Yuna then moved right up beside his ear, “Cum in her,” she whispered, giving him a devilish smile. Unlike Yuna, Yeji almost always made Minho use a condom when they hooked up. He was so caught up in the moment that when he switched between the two women, he didn’t think about a condom. Now that he had noticed it, he was becoming increasingly aware of how her pussy felt around his cock. He then began fucking her faster, harder.

“Ohh ahnn, fuck!” Yeji called out in response to him taking things up a notch.

“That’s it, Minho,” Yuna encouraged. “Fuck her good, and fill her.”

“Fill me?” Yeji asked. “Wait, condom.” You’re not wearing a condom?

“No,” He informed her.

“Ahh…shit…” she said.

“Just let it happen. You know you want it,” Yuna advised Yeji. She thought for a moment, as Minho continued to rail her.

“Fuck it…” she gave in.

“Slut,” Yuna giggled at her.

Minho’s response was to grab Yeji’s legs from out on the side and move her legs up over her head. He continued fucking her hard as he had her folded in half.

Yuna repositioned herself behind Minho as she watched her friends fuck. She encouraged him.

“Stop holding back and do it, she wants it, breed her.”

He could feel her tits pressing into his back, her hands moving around his body, and her lips working on his neck and shoulder between whispering into his ear.

He looked down at Yeji’s face as he thrust into her. He could feel the build-up rising in his balls, and the look on her face said that she was closing in on another orgasm as well.

“I- I’m gonna cum,” he announced, giving Yeji one last chance to back out. She just gave him a simple acknowledgment nod as she moaned. He gave three more pumps before burying his cock deep inside her.

“Oh god, Minho,” Yeji moaned as she felt the steady stream of cum filling her unprotected womb.

When he did finally stop and did pull out, Yuna was right there to polish his dick clean of the mix of his and Yeji’s cum. Though Yuna did have ulterior motives as well. Even after she had given his cock a spit shine, she still kept blowing him for a bit longer, not giving his dick any chance to go down at all. Once she felt his cock twitching in her mouth, she knew he was ready to go.

She had Yeji move up on the bed and then she laid down herself between Yeji’s legs. Yuna then went to town on her friend’s well fucked pussy, freshly full and leaking with cum.

Yuna then lay on her stomach in front of him. He knew she loved to do it prone, and he had an open opportunity to do that, but he was going to put that on hold for a minute. He had already creampied Hwang Yeji; there was no way he was not going to do it to Shin Yuna as well, but first, he was going to eat that pussy.

Minho got down low and spread Yuna's legs. Feeling him move her, she gave up little resistance and allowed him to move her body as he pleased. With her legs now open, he then spread Yuna's ass with his hands, allowing him deep into her while burying his tongue.

For the next several minutes, the three of them were laying in a straight line. Minho laying on his stomach eating Yuna out, who was laying on her stomach eating out Yeji, who was on her back. Yeji was the first to cum, as she cried out while grabbing onto the bedding which between sweat and cum was becoming wetter and wetter.

Before Yuna could have one of her own, Minho pulled away from her. She let out a disappointing groan. That groan was soon replaced by a sudden squeal from the petite idol as she felt Minho wedge his cock into her cunt. Yuna was still eating her friend even after Yeji orgasmed, However, she soon became too distracted to continue. She almost had an orgasm from his tongue as he took her prone on the bed.

“Yes, Minho, keep going,” Yuna moaned.

She was now holding onto the bed tightly. She was so close that she began rocking her body back into him. It was only a matter of time, Minho could feel the buildup happening, and then suddenly she popped. Yuna cried out and once again she drenched the bed below her as her body twitched in orgasm bliss. Minho pulled out as soon as he felt her cumming. God knows he loved that feeling from her, but he loved it a little too much and was not ready to be done with her.

While Yuna was cumming, and then coming down from her high, Yeji moved in and she repeated what Yuna had done and sucked his cock clean of the other’s juiced. Once she had sucked him clean, both Minho and Yuna were ready to take things to the next step.

Neither were usually much for reverse cowgirl, but there was a full-length mirror across from the bed and on the far wall. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Yuna on top of him. She sat right on his cock and began to bounce on it. The two of them are looking at each other in the mirror. She has a bright smile on her face and her perky tits are shaking as she bounces up and down on his dick. For the first two minutes or so, Minho is just happy to observe Yuna. Putting aside the sensation of her tight pussy gripping his dick as it moved up and down the shaft, seeing a naked Yuna bouncing like this made him feel extremely lucky.

Eventually, he did get into the action, brushing her hair over to one side, and then moving his hands around her body. One hand when north to cup her breast and the other traveled south between her legs. As she had done to, him, he began kissing the side of her neck as he rubbed her clit and tweaked her nipple.

“You know this was what I was thinking about when you were on stage, right?” he said into her ear. “As good as you looked on stage, I couldn't stop thinking about your sexy body and how you'd look doing all that without anything on.”

“That’s why you got hard?”

“Um-hm,” he said as he kissed her neck. “And then my mind went to how much missed the feeling of cumming inside your tight pussy.”

“Maybe you should stop thinking about it and do it already,”

“You want that?” He asked her.

“You know I do,” she moaned. Minho had her spin around. She was now sitting on his lap, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his back. With their faces just inches apart now, they began making out as they fucked. Yuna rolled her hips while on top of him. He did not give her any warning before cumming. He just moaned into her mouth as they kissed and let it go. Exploding his load into her. When she felt him cumming, she moaned right back to him and her nails dug into his shoulder. Even as he was cumming she continued to move her hips until she got off once again as well. After they finished, they moved back and laid on the bed next to Yeji, who had been fingering herself while watching her friends fuck .

The three of them all lay in a pile in the guest bed for a few minutes, catching their breaths and coming down from the sexual high. Yuna suggested that if they were going to go to sleep, they should all go to her bedroom. She didn’t say why, but they all knew the why. Between sweat, cum, and vaginal fluids, the sheets on the guest bed were at a minimum moist, and in spots were just flat-out soaked. So they got out of the guest bed and headed to the master bedroom, but before getting back into bed it was suggested that they should all take a quick shower first.

While they washed the sex off of each other, there was a significant amount of bumping, grinding, and touching as they shared the shower. Some of it was unintentional, some of it not so much. The bumping increased as Minho’s shaft swelled to its full size. Yeji and Yuna enjoyed teasing him.

Although the teasing from the two pretty idols was becoming a little too much for him. He finally snapped when Yeji dropped the loofa and bent down with her straight legs and her ass pointed right at him as she went to pick it up. He couldn’t help himself and quickly moved right up behind her and thrust half his cock into her.

“Ahh! Fuck!” Yeji yelped in surprise.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he told her as he pushed the rest of his cock inside of her. She said nothing, so he began fucking her. Yeji raised back up a bit and put her arms out to brace herself against the shower wall. Yuna was not going to be left out of the action. She moved to the side of both Yeji and Minho. With one hand she pulled his face down to kiss her, and with her other hand, she moved it between Yeji’s legs and teased her clit.

“Oh god, seriously Yuna?” Yeji moaned and questioned her friend as she felt her love button being played with. Not to leave her out, Minho moved a hand between Yuna’s legs and fingered her while the two of them made out as he fucked Yeji. With the two of them working on her, Yeji did not last long. She let out a moan and her leg buckled as she came. Minho grabbed her around her waist to make sure she did not fall.

Once she was steady on her feet, Minho pulled out of her and turned to Yuna. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and leapt up. Minho grabbed her body and quickly had his cock completely embedded in her. As they fucked, Yeji gave herself another long rinse under the shower spray before leaving the stall.

“You two have fun,” she said then gave him a long loving kiss. “Thanks for today,” she told him before stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in a towel.

Meanwhile, Yuna and Minho were lost in their own lust-filled world, aggressively fucking against the glass of the shower stall. Yuna had her back against the glass with hands holding onto the top of the shower above, and her legs over his shoulder. The two were going at it, until Minho tried to readjust his stance and almost slipped on the shower floor, nearly bringing them both tumbling to the floor.

After that, they briefly stopped what they were doing, turned off the water, and exited the shower. They did not move far as they set up right on the large bathroom countertop. Yuna stood in front of the counter and bent down at the waist, pushing her ass back against him. He quickly got behind her and lifted her leg onto the counter before sliding his manhood straight back into pristine her pussy. As they fucking on the counter they maintained eye contact nearly the entire time through the mirror.

“God, Yuna. You feel so fucking tight” he groaned.

“Ehm-mm, anhhh, fuck…”

“I can't hold out for much longer.”

“Cum inside me...pleaseee, Anhhh…”

“Turn around!” he said.

Yuna had barely gotten her foot on the floor when Minho grabbed her hips, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. He quickly inserted his cock back into her. After two more pumps, Yuna expressed her desire for him to unload inside of her.

“Now Minho, do it now!” She demanded him and his cock busted, and that feeling got Yuna to hit her climax as well. They both came hard. He moved in to kiss her, and they exchanged a series of kisses, as euphoria from their orgasms died down. They cleaned up a bit and went into the bedroom and saw Yeji sleeping in the bed. Minho had to work the next morning and debated heading to his hotel at that point in the night.

Yuna asked him to stay and when he was still on the fence, she promised him a morning blowjob before he left. That made his decision an easy one. He set his alarm for a few hours and got into bed with his two idols friends. Yuna slept on her side in the middle of the bed facing Yeji, while Minho slept on the other side spooning Yuna.

Yuna kept her word and gave him a blowjob when his alarm went off the following morning. Minho got a great start to the day before heading to his hotel room for a quick shower and change of clothes before heading out to work.

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Yuna called him later that night.

“Hey, do you mind coming over on Friday and taking Hongsam for a walk after you’re done with work? I can leave a key for you at the front desk.”

“On Friday? Yuna you know that’s my last night here. I was planning on going out with people after work.”

“I know, but I thought you could help me out and then we can do something after the show.”

“So you want me to take your dog out and then just hang out at your place alone for a few hours?”

“Yes, but I would put it as more as, I was hoping you’d be waiting in my bed… preferably with your pants on the floor.”

#yeji smut #yuna smut #itzy smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader

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martiny0rk · 12 days

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Can’t sleep without you

Request: Yes/No

Warnings: not any

Summary: Kate just can’t wait have you in her arms

Kate dragged her tired feet into the apartment you both shared taking off her shoes setting them by the door and putting her keys on the hook by the door.

She slowly started to quietly make her way to the bedroom you both shared still dressed in the clothes she had on from practice.

The weight on her shoulders from the stress she had all day seemed to lift and fade away as soon as her eyes landed on your sleeping frame .

The room was dark, the only light being from the moon coming in through the open curtains.

She quietly walked over to you and her heart felt warm upon realizing that you were curled up in her sweatshirt.

Kate caresses your cheek kissing your forehead pulling the covers over you making sure you were tucked in before making her way to the bathroom.

She made her way to the closet grabbing a pair of sweats and a bralette going back into the bathroom setting her clothes on the counter and takes a quick shower.

After, the shower she quickly gets dressed brushing her teeth and drying off her hair.

Kate quickly throws her hair up into a pony tail before turning off the bathroom light and closing the bathroom door heading over to her side of the bed which was the one closest to the door.

She lets out a sigh of relief once her back hit the bed and looks over at you noticing that you moved from the position you were in before she showered.

Kate moves the hair that had fallen in your face just adoring your sleep face which she could see with the moon like coming in on it.

She lets out a big yawn looking at you just seeing you all snuggled up made her just want to pull you in her arms and hold you close.

She closed her heavy eyes letting out a big yawn but for some reason, She couldn't seem to fall asleep. She lied restless and looked at the clock.

Kate knew the remedy was simple. With you wrapped in her strong arms, her body was begging to fall asleep and to have you warm body on top of her, She was going to fall asleep and sleep well. She hated the idea of waking you when you were curled up and looked so cozy when you're sleeping so peaceful

She reached over to touch you. Her hand hovered over your arm for a moment but then finally fell and starts to gently rub your arm

You open your eyes to look at her, finding her teeth sank into her bottom lip and her restless eyes locked with your tired ones.

"Kate? What is it? It's after midnight, I'm tired."

"I know. I'm sorry to wake you, sunshine. But I can't sleep without you in my arms"

You couldn't hide the sleepy smile that had came onto your lip. You moved into her side and tangled your legs with her long ones. She planted little kisses on your head and a lazy smile tugged at your lips once more.

“I love you” you spoke quietly.

“Love you too baby.”

You puckered your lips and closed your eyes. Her lips touched yours, a restless, but loving kiss being planted onto your soft lips.

You pulled back too soon, but she didn't complain as you dropped your head back onto her chest listening to her heart beat and started to fall asleep in her arms.

Kate listened to your breathing which slowly moved her into falling asleep. She gently rubbed your back as she slowly fell asleep.

She always got the best rest with you in her arms.

#kay’s works #kate martin x reader #WNBA x reader #Kate Martin #Kate Martin imagines

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 month

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thunderstruck | marcus pike

Summary | You're scared of storms but it's okay, because Marcus always knows how to soothe you.

Pairing | Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Word Count | 1.4K

Warnings | Explicit - descriptions of thunderstorms, softness/fluff, rain, established relationship, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, our boy Marcus just being Marcus. No use of y/n.

Authors Note | This is my contribution to @undercoverpena's April Showers Challenge. It's a blessing that I got anything out because this brief gave me so many ideas, but I've missed my man and knew he would be the one I'd want to comfort me through a rain storm. Enjoy.

Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi

Divider by @saradika

Are you busy?

No baby, what’s up?

I don’t like the storm.

They’ve never been your favourite. Something about growing up on the coast, when the rain and wind would bring the waves crashing near your home, and your parents would walk about like nothing was wrong and there wasn’t the immediate danger of your house being washed out to sea. The nights, when the wind would clatter the shutters against the windows and drag tiles from the roof to break onto the ground. It might be Washington D.C. now and you might live in a new apartment building, but it doesn’t make the torrential rain and gale force winds any easier to handle.

You’re sitting on the couch, curtains drawn with all the lights on to try and make it feel less scary, but when the first clap of thunder hits you jump and scream all the same, burying yourself further under the blanket, some childhood wish for that to keep you safe.

There’s a knock at the door a little while later, the only thing that could drag you from the warm cocoon of blankets. Padding gently to the door, you open it, Marcus stood in front of you, dripping wet from the storm outside. He steps across the threshold, arm wrapping around your waist as he dips to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

“This feels stupid.” You grumble as you shut the door behind him, following close to his heels as he walks through your apartment, so familiar with it now that it feels like home to have to him here.

“It’s not stupid if you’re scared, baby.” He soothes, sitting down on your couch, opening his arm to encourage you to snuggle into his side, which you do without question.

You can feel his thumb tracing soothing circles on your arm as you settle a little, but it’s short-lived, when a crash of thunder bellows through the room from outside, making you jump and bury your head into the side of his neck with a groan.

“I blame the coast,” You speak softly, “I was always so scared of it blowing our house away when I was small.”

“You know what helps?” Marcus murmurs against your head, another soft kiss placed to it.

“Hmmm?”

“Sometimes you’ve just got to be louder than the storm.”

You look up at him, confused for a second, until you can feel him moving the two of you, laying you gently down on the couch. His mouth sponges kisses across your neck, trailing down across your collarbone before he drags it away to peel your tank top from your body. You hear Marcus hum in approval at your lack of bra, his hands gently pressing your tits together before his mouth is suckling a nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over it until it’s stiffened to a peak, giving the same attention to the other side until you’re gasping, bucking your hips into his, the bulge in his trousers evident as his mouth trails further south, tongue leaving a trail from your tits and down your stomach until he gets to the waistband of your pyjama pants.

“Lift up.” He murmurs softly, voice almost drowned out by the constant smattering of rain against the windows.

Doing as you’re told, you lift your hips up, letting him hook his fingers into the waistband to drag them down your legs. You miss the weight and warmth of his body when it’s gone, but then you feel his warm palms on the inside of your thighs, pressing your legs open, and then you don’t mind so much at all, especially when you look up at him, watching him admire the already sticky mess accumulating between your thighs.

Marcus moves to run his thumb across your folds, dragging your slick across your skin, but not daring to dip below to where you truly want him.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He muses, moving to situate himself between your legs, hot mouth pressing wet kisses to the delicate skin of your thighs, teasing you by putting his mouth everywhere but where you need it most.

“M-Marcus, please.” You whimper when his face moves, he’s so close to your cunt you can feel the hot of his breath.

“What do you want, baby?” He asks, running that damn thumb over your folds once more, this time though, his other thumb rests to the side, gently pulling your folds apart to bare you to him, “Want me to kiss it a little?”

“Oh god, oh please Marcus, please.”

“Sound so pretty when you beg for it.” He speaks, and you’re about to say something smart when he leans forward and presses a single, open-mouth kiss to your clit.

It’s tiny in comparison to what you really want, but it makes you throw your head back anyway, back arching, trying to press your cunt closer to his face. Thankfully, he takes pity on you, kisses your clit once, twice more, and then you can feel the tip of his tongue, flicking up against your clit, then dragging back down, sometimes circling, working you gently until you’re whining and bucking your hips into his face.

You’d almost forgotten about the storm outside, the movements of his tongue distracting you just enough, until the loudest clap of thunder echoes through the apartment. It makes you scream, jumping slightly, but you feel Marcus’ hands grip tightly to the skin of your thighs, tearing his mouth away from you. You look down at him, mouth glistening with a mix of your slick and his spit, glint across his brown eyes.

“What did I say?” He asks, squeezing at your thighs again, “What did I tell you earlier?”

“Um…” You wrack your brain, trying to remember, “I needed to be louder than the storm?”

“That’s right, my clever girl,” He praises, heat rising across your skin, “If you scream for me, you won’t notice.”

Once again, before you can retort with your smart mouth, he’s back on you, lips closing around your clit, tongue resuming it’s flicking across your bundle of nerves, but then you can feel two of his fingers sinking inside you, easing into your walls, curling up against that perfect spot inside of you.

It makes you cry out, his name dropping from your lips as you arch off the couch, his tongue working in time to the press of his two fingers in your cunt. You’re chanting his name into the room, moving your hips in time to the movements of his hands until you’re teetering on the edge of bliss. He knows, of course he does, the way your walls start to flutter around his fingers, so he slows his fingers, keeping you dangling over the edge but not quite pushing you just yet.

“Marcus p-please,” You whimper, hands tangling in his hair, “Please make me come.”

“You asked so nicely, baby,” He muses against your pussy, letting his fingers curl just perfectly against the spongy spot inside you, “Whenever you’re ready honey.”

It takes very little more, his mouth suckling at your clit, his fingers pressing inside you, and then you’re crashing, skin aflame with pleasure as you do exactly as he told you and scream his name into the living room, body convulsing, gushing around his fingers as they still inside you. You’re clenching around him as his tongue moves gently across your clit to work you through your orgasm until you’re boneless and pliant beneath him.

Marcus drags his fingers from you, letting them run up the skin of your thighs, as he finally relents and pulls away from you, just in time for more thunder to sound out, this time a little further away.

“Well, listen there,” He whispers, fingers moving to undo the button of his trousers, “Storm still hasn’t passed,” He speaks as he drags the zipper down, “Think you can make a little more noise, baby?”

You reach up, hand clutching the back of his neck to pull him back down on top of you, mouth meeting his, tasting yourself on his tongue as he kisses you before you pull away, “I can make all the noise you want.”

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Lost Girl

pairings: Captain James Hook x f!reader

summary: Following Pan with your siblings has either got to be the best or worst idea you've had yet.

(A/N): this is how long every story with a part 2 would be if i didn't break them up😅 a request from my DM's, enjoy :) also i didn't spell check so bare with me pls

warnings: 18+ content

further warning: dirty talk, breast kink, pet names, creampie

It was one of the more warm nights in London. And there was the perfect cool breeze make your curtain dance gracefully.

You'd decided to open your window for a while and enjoy the sound of nature. You definitely needed the peace after playing with the younger kids all day.

You were the oldest of the bunch and only had your own room because your father practically kicked you out of the nursery. You were upset initially, but it wasn't as if you'd left your home.

Your eyes were growing heavy, and the noise arounnd you was lulling you into your dreamland. That was however until you hear...

THUMP...

CRASH!

You quickly sat up from your bed and rush out of your room and up to your siblings room.

You swing the door open with fret and your jaw drops with what you saw.

"what in the world is going on in here?" You look frantically left and right, trying to take in the scene.

Toy's were absolutely everywhere. Your father, on the ground, seemingly looking stressed and angry. Your mother, dressed beautifully for their evening out, and Nana balled in the corner of the room.

Everyone (excluding father) rushed over to Nana, showering the poor dog in hugs and kisses.

"poor Nana?!" Your father asks in disbelief. "this is the last straw, OUT! OUT I SAY" He came over and grabbed Nana by her collar, dragging her out of the room without another word.

Your mother shook her head in disappointment and looked over at you.

"(Y/N), could you help me tuck in the little ones?" She starts to tuck Wendy in. You assist her, tucking in your brothers and adding extra blankets in case they got cold.

Your mother talks to you all for a bit and goes to close the window, Wendy speaks up before she could lock it.

"oh, don't lock it, mother! He might come back!"

"him?!" Your mother raises an eyebrow and you chuckle.

"peter pan! see, i found something that belongs to him.."

"oh? and what's that?"

"his shadow"

"shadow?"

"mm, Nana had it. but i... i took it away" Wendy yawns out.

"oh? yes, of course... goodnight dear" Your mother retreats out of the door, you say goodnight aloud as well but when you go to leave, she places a hand on your arm.

"(Y/N) dear, could you please keep an eye on the children for me? With Nana being outside, i'll feel uneasy without you in here" She places a hand on your cheek.

"as long as you bring back my favorite sweets" You smile. She chuckles and kisses your cheek.

"i promise, dear. see you tomorrow" She gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze and rushes down the hall to your impatient father. You close the door and slip into Michael's bed since he was the smallest.

You close your eyes and tuck yourself in well, drifting off into slumber.

You wake when you hear music from the nursery music box playing.

"tink! shh!" You hear someone whisper before the music stops. Your heart starts thumping. You stay still not knowing what to do. Why did you mother leave the window unlocked? This could be a burglar.

You flinch at the sound of a thud a decide to finally sit up. A boy in green was fighting someone... or something?"

The fight however stopped and the boy was turned around and tending to something on his shoe. How in the world could you possibly sneak the children out?

Maybe you could strike him over the head with a -

"Peter Pan!" You hear Wendy say. You and the boy snap your heads toward her. That's when he finally noticed and realized you were in the room.

The boy look terrified of Wendy as she scrambled towards him. This was your first time ever seeing this Peter Pan that your siblings always wanted you to read about.

Does this mean Santa is real?

Peter was speechless, hurriedly rubbing what look like soap on his foot.

"you cant stick it on with soap, peter!" Wendy took the soap and turned on the lamp. "it needs sewing, thats the proper way to do it"

You close your eyes and take a moment to blink, just to grasp the situation at hand for a moment.

Wendy was still talking Peters ear off, and sewing his literal shadow to his shoe.

"girls talk too much" He cut into her story.

"yes, girls talk too m-... oh." Her smile fades at the realization. You gently toss the covers off of you and walk towards the two.

"excuse me boy, why are you in our house? and Wendy, this is a stranger, you know better!"

"oh but (Y/N), this is Peter. from our stories!" Wendy halts her sewing and shoves a book into your arms. You open it and see the poor handwriting and green boy on practically every page.

"this can't be..." You say to yourself in shock.

"no, this still doesn’t explain why you're here?" You frown your eyebrows.

"for my shadow of course! the dog jumped at me while i was in the window and grabbed it"

"well, what were you doing at the window?" You and Wendy ask in sync.

"i was listening to your stories?"

"but all of our stories are about you" Wendy replied. Which was true. You were 3 years older than Wendy, making you an adult now. But you never did stop reading and creating new stories for your siblings.

You never thought those stories were true though, you just heard of the story of Peter Pan and made your own bedtime stories from there.

"of course! thats why i like em, i tell em to the lost boys" He nodded and began to play some sort of small instrument.

"the lost boys?... oh! i remember, they’re your men!" Wendy says and makes the last stitch.

"uh-huh" Peter jumps up and looks at his shadow on the wall.

"i'm so glad you came back tonight. i might never have seen you"

"why?" He asks, still making goofy gestures.

"because i have to grow up tomorrow"

"grow up!?" He whips around.

"tonights my last night in the nursery" Wendy says with a sad look.

"oh Wendy, maybe father doesn't mean it. I didn't leave until i was 14" You add.

"no, i'm sure of it. father never breaks his promises, good or bad."

"you're right... well it won't be so bad, me and you sharing a room" You try to make her feel better.

"i guess you’re right..."

"so that means... no more stories?" Peter asks.

"mhm" Wendy hummed, on the verge of tears.

"no! i wont have it" Peter exclaims. "come on" He grabs her hand and starts to pull her toward the door.

"wait a second! she isn't going anywhere with a strange boy!" You tug Wendy toward you.

"He's not strange, he's Peter Pan! And that would be wonderful but... what would mother say?" She contemplated.

"mother? what mother?" Peter crossed his legs.

"a mother is someone to cares for you and loves you and tells you stories and nurture-"

"great! you can be our mother" He grabs her again but she stops on the window seat.

"well i'd have to pack and get changed and leave a note.. and i can't stay for too long and then i'll have to... oh but it's Neverland" Wendy smiles and turns.

"oh, i'm so happy, i think i'll give you a kiss"

"what's a..a kiss?" Peter asks.

"i'll show you" Wendy starts to walk toward him and you grab her.

"oh no you don't" Shimmering dust rapidly flew around and you start swatting.

"Tink, stop!" Peter says, using his hat as a net to catch the fast speck.

"John, John! wake up, he's here!" Michael says excitedly and crawls out of bed.

"huh...?" John gets up and puts on his glasses and gasps loudly. "jiminy!"

"what in the world was that?" Wendy asks, holding her hear and looking around.

"i think it was a bug of some sort" You answer, not too sure of it yourself.

"Tinker Bell. Don't know what got into her" He says, peeking into his hat and examining whatever it was inside.

"hello Peter Pan, i'm Michael!"

"and my name is John, how do you do?"

"hello" Peter greets.

"oh! look a firefly" Michael opens the hat

"a pixie!" Wendy corrects him.

"amazing!" John adds.

"i haven't gotten you're name yet!" Peter leans in your direction. You were standing closer to see this Tinker Bell.

"(Y/N)" You simply say.

The fairy shakes her head and makes bell noises, raising question in Michael. "what's she doing?" He asks.

"talking"

"what did she say?" Wendy asks.

"she says you're a big ugly girl" He chuckles and she laughs along before realizing. "oh... well i think she's lovely" Wendy compliments to the angry creature.

"well come on Wendy, let's go!" Peter walks toward the window and Michael grabs Wendy's hand.

"where are we going? He asks.

"to Never Land! Peter's taking us"

"Us?!" You and Peter ask in unison.

"Wendy, we’re not going anywhere with this boy!"

"but how could i go without you all?"

"when i said "we" i meant we" You point to all of your siblings.

"(Y/N), please!" Michael begs, tugging onto your night gown.

"i'm sorry, Michael, no" You sigh.

"just think about it a little, (Y/N), it could be fun!" John urges.

"or dangerous! i can't risk it"

"(Y/N), it's my last night in the nursery... you remember what that was like! please come with us, it'll only be for a short while, right Peter?"

"sure thing!"

As if you needed any reassurance from Peter. If anything he almost ruined her resolve. But she was right. You remember having to leave behind your siblings and grow up, it was no fun.

You at least would like them to have a fond childhood memory.

And that's exactly why you’re flying hundreds if not thousands of feet up in the air. The view of the morning was beautiful, the sky was pink and the water was still.

"oh Peter it's just as i dreamed it's be... oh look, John there's Mermaid Lagoon!" Wendy exclaimed.

"by Jove! and the Indian encampment !"

"oh look! there Captain Hook and the pirates!" Michael pointed our cheerfully.

A canon fires and Peter tosses Michael behind to save him.

"look out!" He ducks. "Tink, you take them to the hideout and i'll draw off Hooks fire!" Tink pouts and starts to fly ahead.

You all quickly rush to follow her but she was going too fast. "Tinker Bell, you're going to fast for us!" Wendy called out. The fairy sped up. "Tinker bell!"

Another canon fires, causes a nearby bird with missing feathers to crash into you, knocking you off of your course. You were dizzy from all of the spinning that the incident caused.

You were starting to feel sick. "W..Wendy? John?" You quietly called out, the world was still spinning around you. You could only make out the Island.

You do your best to safely fly down, but you have a rocky landing, sending you tumbling and hitting your head on a tree. You groan and everything goes black.

~~~~~~~

"oh? and how might a half-whit such as yourself go about Finding Pan? hm?" You hear a man rhetorically ask.

"w-well cap'm i'd say we go-"

"I COMMAND YOU TO GO AND GET THE PRINCESS, SMEE!" The man cut the other off and you heard whoever it was scatter.

You wince at the yelling, head still throbbing from earlier, and crack your eyes open a bit to examine your surroundings.

"where am i..." You ask, more to yourself.

"you, darling, are on the Jolly Roger"

"Jolly... Roger? that's a silly name" You go to reach for your head only to discover your bound wrists.

"silly? i won’t let a girl out in her nightgown talk down on my ship"

"oh, your ship? is that why you were yelling at that poor man?" You raise an eyebrow.

"you dare stick your nose in the business of Captain James Hook, girl? why i oughta make you walk the plank, hm?" He takes his hook and lifts your head with it, the cold metal made your skin tingle.

With him being so close, you could finally see him in his entirety. He was tall, had long and curly black hair, sported a mustache and a (somewhat) clean shave.

He looked great in his coat, it hugged him perfectly around the waist. You swallow thickly, imagining sinful things.

You were so distracted that you hadn't noticed that he didn't move away yet. You look up at his eyes and slightly move your head.

"that um... that’s too bad then" You clear your throat.

"hm?~ what’s too bad?" He asks, tone completely different from before.

"making me walk the plank.." You quietly remind.

"yes.. oh! yes! you're a lucky lass, you. i'm sure Pan will be here in no time, looking for you" He makes a pleased expression and tugs on his mustache.

"and if he doesn’t?" You challenge.

"then i guess i'll have you all to myself" He grins at you, showing off his gold tooth and sending a buzz down your spine.

"well, be back in a bit, and i suggest you don't disturb me crew with any shouting" He slams the door behind him, making your head tingle again.

You look around what looked to be his office. He had maps with markings and shiny collectables littered everywhere. Books and papers piled on the desk, it looked like he was making another map.

You sigh and close your eyes, hoping that Peter would eventually find you. You knew this was a bad idea.

~~~~~~~

"SMEEEEEE!" You hear the pirate scream out. You didn’t know when you'd fallen asleep, but you did.

"keep calm cap'm, i'm comin!" Smee calls out.

You hear screaming, and the sound of a ticking clock. Your curiosity was getting the best of you, making you want to go outside.

"okay, (Y/N), think of a big house... lovely animals... Nana" You close your eyes and feel yourself floating. You get closer to the desk and reach for the small knife on the edge.

Just as you had it in your grasp, the door swung open, making you fall onto the floor and cut yourself.

"ouch!" You groan, though no one heard you. Smee rushed in behind the hysterical Captain and placed a towel on his head and a bucket under his feet.

"oh Smee... he almost got me" You heard the mans lip quivering. You tried to sit yourself back up while the men were distracted.

"i know i know cap'm, you rest and we can go back out for Pan tomorrow" Smee cooed.

"b-b-but"

"be right back cap'm!" Smee left.

"blast that Peter Pan.." He grumbled. You kept quiet and he suddenly sat up, looking around. "the girl, where is she?" He looked around the room before finally spotting you near the desk.

"why you-" He winced at the sound of banging on the door. You both flinch and the constant loud noise and he gets up angrily.

He swings the door open and is hit on the head with a hammer by an unaware Smee.

He staggered back, losing his footing and landed back in his chair.

Smee came in with a smile and a tea pot. "oh, cap'm! it's good t see you smiling again" Poor man must’ve been knocked silly.

"you know, there's trouble brewin on the island. women trouble" Smee starts. "I wouldn’t want this to go any further, but supposedly Pan banished Tinker Bell.."

Well, this was new to you.

He began pouring the water into the buckets beneath his feet, you scrunch your face up, knowing how hot it must be. "um, Smee, was it?" You clear your throat.

"yes dear?" He asks, still pouring.

"i think that water's a bit too hot..."

"oh of course not, the cap'm hasn't said a peep abou-"

"wooooah!" The captain jumps up. He immediately grabs Smee by the collar. "well you doddering imbecile, i... did you say Pan has banished Tinker Bell?" He quesriones.

"aye aye, cap'm. that he has" Sme stumbles out.

"but why?"

"well on a count of Wendy, cap'm. Tink tried to do her in, she did. Tink's terrible jealous" Your jaw dropped at the news. Tink tried to kill your sister?

"well well" James taps his chin in thought.

"thats why we ought to leave, cap'm. this ain't no place for a respectable pirate." Smee dusts his shirt and puts his nose in the air.

"that's is, Smee! that's it!" James smacks Smee on the back, sending the poor man to the ground.

"i'm glad you agree cap'm" Smee adjusts his glasses.

"quick! me coat." The captain casts his blanket aside. "me best dress coat!"

"aye aye sir, the sooner we gets going, the better!" Smee rushed to grab the coat.

"ah yes, a jealous female can be tricked into doing anything. my case of hooks!"

"aye aye sir!" Smee grabs a small purple box near you and hold it out to the captain. "here you are, sir. your Sunday set, sir"

"If we impress the pixie, convince her we're eager to help her, the wench may chart our course, to a certain hiding place.."

"our best hiding place is the Spanish main sir, i'll set our course- oh!" Smee is snatched up by Hook.

"and where do you think you are going?" Hook asks with a cheeky grin.

"to tell the boys we sails with the tide, sir"

"you will go ashore, pick up Tinker Bell, and bring her to me." Hook drops Smee square on the head. "UNDERSTAND?" He shouts.

Smee blabbers out an "aye aye, sir" and quickly rows away.

"ah, looks like things are looking rather good for me lately"

"excuse me?" You speak up. He breaks his longing gaze at the ceiling and raises an eyebrow at you. "if you don't mind me asking, why exactly are you looking for Peter?"

Maybe it's because you haven't heard any new stories in years, but you didn't know why he would be out to kill Peter.

"it's not my fondest memory with that cursed Peter Pan... he cut off me left hand and fed it to a crocodile!" He touched his golden hook. "it still follows me, trying to take the rest o me to this day"

You ball your lips, fighting back your chuckle. "you must take good then, no?" You question, now crossing your legs.

"oh you think it's funny, aye?" He smirks. You expected him to blow up at you, so your smile faltered at his response. You only swallow, unsure of what to say.

"say, i'm in a good mood, i'll turn you loose for the time being" He walks up and reaches behind you, untying your wrists.

He hums and grabs your wrist. "how'd this happen, my gem?" He asks, holding your cut hand with his hook and carefully pulling back the long sleeves of your dress with his hand.

"and no that i think of it how did you manage to get from there, to here?" He asks, walking behind his desk and grabbing a gauze.

"i um... flew?" You ask more than answer.

"you must’ve hit your head pretty hard" He asks, gently wrapping your hand.

"it's the weird truth" You shrug, thankful to be able to move your arms again.

"do you drink?" He opens a chest and pulls out a glass bottle with dark liquid inside. He pinches two glasses between his fingers and carried the bottle over in his arm.

He set everything down and turned your chair to the desk.

"i've only tasted a few wines" You answer. "and thank you"

He pours you a shot amount and gets himself a full glass.

"for what?" He asks. You lift your hand and he waves you off. "that was common decency"

You pick up your glass and catch a whiff of the drink, immediately scrunching up your nose. You take a small sip and you're greeted with a burning sensation.

"this is very... unpleasant, to say the least" You frown.

"yeah, it definitely isn't for a lass like yourself, i'll tell you that much" He takes a sip from his cup.

"oh please, i could finish this... it just take time, that’s all" You brace yourself for the second sip.

"if you say so, missy"

"(Y/N)." You say sternly.

"apologies, (Y/N)" He says coyly.

~~~~~~~

"and so i say, what do you mean that's Peter Pan? i never met the boy before, i thought he was a figment of our imagination."

"i wish that wretched boy was only a tall tale. he's nothing but a pain in my arse"

Hook was leaning back in his chair, holding his 1/4 filled bottle. You were sitting on the desk, legs faced away from the man to not give him a peek under your gown.

You lazily hold your hand out and he hands you the bottle. "you know, you’re a lot quieter now"

"and you’re more talkative" He retorts. You tilt your head back and waterfall some of the beverage, spilling a bit of it on yourself.

"aye... aye!! that's me best rum that you're wastin!" He grabs the bottle from your hands.

He was close, so close that your noses were almost touching.

"sorry, Captain" You say in a teasing manner.

"it's quite alright, it's been put to better use this way, no?" He asks, looking down at your neck. "may i?"

You dazedly looked at his lips, making out his words as best as you could in your state.

"yes... you may" You nod. You didn't know what he was asking permission to do but you weren’t going to question it.

His eyes glance up at you for a moment as he stood up, only to look back down again and reach out.

He undid the bow that held your dress together at your chest, showing your cleavage.

"kiss me" You squeaked out. "please.."

He quickly granted your wish, a hand coming up to gently hold the back of your head.

The kiss was hungry and rough, from the both of you. You didn’t know his reason, maybe it's that he's a pirate. But you've wanted his lips on yours since you've saw him.

You found him charming in the, embarrassing kind of way. You wondered how he of all people became captain.

The kiss calmed down a bit and he took the opportunity to glide his tongue across the slit of your mouth, making you open in surprise.

"mmf!" His tongue slithered him, tasting of Rum and something sweet. You hold his arms and pull away from the kiss catching your breath.

"do you not have to breathe??" You ask in between breaths.

"why are you holding your breath? breathe through your nose" He says lowly, bringing you into another kiss.

This time, you took his advice, breathing through your nostrils. "better, right?" He states more than asks.

The top of your dress fell from your shoulders and to the crease of your arms during the heated make out sessions. Hook slid his arms along yours, dragging the dress off along the way.

Your breasts were exposed to the cool air, giving you goosebumps and making your nipples harder than they already were. Hook takes notice of this and chuckles to himself.

"a bit cold, hm?" He places the pad of his thumb over one and rubs circles around it.

"mhm" You bit your lip. His calloused palms caressed the soft flesh of your torso in a massage.

"almost forgot about me rum.." He mumbles before attaching his lips to your neck, giving you kitty licks as he made his way lower. "tastes better on you" You feel him smirk onto your skin.

"oh really?" You utter. Your breath hitches in your throat once you feel his warm lips wrap around one of your nipples.

You moan and tangle your fingers in in his thick hair, tugging at it lightly. "oh how soft you are, my jewel..." His breath ghosts over your now wet bud.

He shows the same affection to your other nipple, let it go with a 'pop'. You were very sensitive now, firm and ready to be touched again.

"how often are you told how pretty you are, missy?" He carefully slips the remainder of your dress down your legs. Your underwear was soaked in your arousal, only making the cheeky pirate grin harder.

"technically speaking... i'd say almost everyday" Your heart races in your chest as he slips his shiny hook beneath the damp cloth and moves it down your thighs.

"mm..." He kisses your inner thigh and your back slightly arches. "that's not nearly enough for a pearl like yourself..." His lips came closer and closer to where you wanted them with each kiss.

"what do you mean?" You ask out of curiosity. He pauses for a moment, looking up with pure eye contact.

"i would tell you every hour of the day~" Your cheeks heat and you put a hand over his face.

"oh shut it" You say bashfully and he chuckles, removing your hand and planting a tender kiss upon your knuckles.

"it is the truth" His fingers slip between your folds, making you gasp and grab his wrist.

He stops and looks at you, waiting for a look of reassurance. "would you like to stop here?"

"will it hurt?" You ask, started to feel the weight of the situation.

"do you trust me?"

You only nod. You let go of his hand and he starts to skillfully rub your clit. You bite back your moans, letting out only a sigh.

You made the mistake of exhaling through your mouth just as he began teasing your slick entrance. Eliciting such sweet moans for the Captain Hook.

His hands grab yours and slide them up to your chest. "try touching yourself here, my sweet" He suggests. You place the palms of your hands over your breasts and awkwardly squeeze them with a giggle.

"like so.." James reaches out and just barely rubs your nipple, making your lower back tingle.

You copied his movement and hummed at the new feeling. He puts you unoccupied hand back and lowers his head between your legs again.

This time however, he put your legs over his shoulders. You felt your lips being spread and something soft, warm, and fast brushing over the bundle of nerves.

Your legs immedeitly try to close on him, but he keeps them open. Your hips rocked in sync with his tongue and beads of sweat formed at the intensity.

"you taste phenomenal... i could do this all day.." His low voice vibrated through you, sending your hand flying to his hair and gripping the thick locs harshly.

One last and low "mm~" from James, and you were over the edge, subconsciously holding his face as close as possible to you while you rode out your high.

You collapsed on the table, back flush against the wood. Hook peered over you with a grin. And his hand searched your body again.

"you're so perfect, a true diamond" Hook smiles, dragging his cold hook along your still hard nipples. He slipped a finger into you, making you gasp again, but this was one that he caught with a kiss.

You moaned into his mouth while his finger went deeper and deeper into you. The previous orgasm allowed him to slide the digit in with ease, letting him know to add another finger.

He deepens the kiss as he slides the second finger in. Going in and out of you at an insane pace. Your arms wrap around his neck and you break from the kiss for a second just to roll your eyes and hang your head.

"it feels so good..." Your voice broke.

Not long after your statement, you came undone, shaking violently with a broken moan. "oh James~" You pant, feeling winded.

"what is it, darling?" He asks with a voice full of sultry.

"this is crazy" You look up at him.

"it's about to get even crazier"

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You were pretty sure you moans were ringing throughout the ship. Poor crew mates weren't getting any sleep tonight. The sound of James's thighs sticking to the bottom on yours.

A mix of his and your cum making a mess between the two of you. He would probably fill you to the brim if you let him.

James's eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounced with every one of his powerful thrusts, and more importantly, the new deep sensational feeling between your legs.

His back rested against his large purple chair, and his hips thrusted into you like there was no tomorrow.

"James i'm gonna- shit!" Your eyes squeeze shut as you experience your 3rd and final orgasm in this position. You were spent.

"gem~" Hook called out.

"hm?" You lazily look down at him.

"i need one more favor from you, if your up for it~"

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"shit... just like that" His eyes peer into you as he watches you, making you feel even more naked than you are if possible.

You were sitting in the chair now. Squeezing your boobs around this mans aching penis while he jerked his hips towards you.

You curiously stick your tongue out, being greeted with the salty tase and soft feeling of his tip.

He let out a sound almost like yours and started bucking forward. You kept licking and squeezing and he kept letting out something like a whimper, it was cute.

"oh... i'm cumming" His large arms grab on to the head of the chair and he cums on your lips and chin. His eyes were low and tired.

"i could tell that felt good" You tease.

"oh better than you could imagine" He wipes your chin and kisses you once more. But he could feel a smile tugging at your lips.

"what is it?" He smiled back.

You shrug and slump into the chair. "I strangely feel happy"

"it's not strange, i feel happy too, love" He reassures and your cheeks heat.

"okay where's your bathroom? I need to get clean" You ask, escaping the enclosure of his arms holding the chair you were inn.

"you don't want to go there to get clean, us pirates use mother nature" He answers. He grabs his jacket and his button up and walks over to the office door.

His head was on a swivel, making sure no one was up. He beckoned you to follow him, so you did. He tosses down a ladder and began climbing down into the water.

You peek over the edge and see nothing but still, open water. It as sparkling from the moonlight. You take a few steps back and jump. Letting out only a yelp instead of the scream that fought to errupt.

You swim to the surface and wipe the water from your eyes.

"you'd fit right in with me crew" He shook his head. "those crazy bastards"

"you should try it sometime" You shrug. You start you dip yourself deeper into the water, rubbing your arms and face to scrub them clean.

You hear a faint Tick- Tok, in the distance. You look around with your eyes narrow, as if it would help you see further.

"do you hear that hook?" You ask.

"hear what?" He goes quiet. You see constant ripple coming toward you and look in his direction to see him shaking.

"are you okay?"

"s-s-s-smee... Smee" The Tick-Tok grew louder. and you turn to see a crocodile. Your heart races in your chest and it swims toward you.

You try to swim away but it catches up, and fast. You just knew you were going to die, hoping for a nice eulogy at your funeral, but it swam past you, licking its lips.

It wanted James, James almost jumped out of the water when he realized. "SMEEEEEE"

#ciaoteamo #x reader #imagine #smut #asks #send asks #captain hook #captain hook x reader #captain hook smut #captain hook disney #captain hook fanfic #disney smut #disney by ciaoteamo #Captain James Hook

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sunnysoulzz · 8 months

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Hey sunnyyyyy😋can we get the girl next door crush trope with Rodrick heffley headcannons

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS IS BUT FUCK YEAH

(I’m ngl- I’m very uncultured I had to look up what the girl next door trope was) (also this made me realise idk how to make headcanons)

Contains: rodrick Heffley x f!reader, nsfw, reader and rodrick are neighbours and childhood friends lol, more rodrick accidentally perving on reader, smut under the cut!

You and Rodrick had been friends since childhood. you were neighbours. When you were little you used to always play together, he had a habit of being a bully sometimes.

As you grew up you stayed friends, not as close as you were when you were little, but still close. When he’d get mad at his dad or something, he’d come to your house. He’d talk about music, school, girls he had a crush on. You’d just smile and listen.

He never really saw you as ‘dateable’. You were always just his close friend who he’d go to for comfort, and when he needed someone to talk to.

The two of you would drive around in his van, listening to music, or get snacks together. He’d always tell you about songs his band was working on.

He’s the kind to make you a mixtape of your favourite songs, you face felt hot after he handed it to you.

He definitely throws his arm over your shoulder when he’s walking with you

One day one of your neighbours had a party, your family and rodricks family were both invited. You wore a short skirt and a cute top. That was the first time Rodrick really saw you as a woman. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he has a goofy smile as he tried to act cool, his ears tinted red.

After that he realised how much he liked you, even before this, when he would adamantly refuse that he liked you, he definitely did. He’d always try to make you laugh, he thought the way you talked was cute, he’d try to impress you when he played drums, and way more embarrassing stuff he doesn’t want to admit.

Rodrick having a crush on you would 100% mean he’d invite you to every practice and the few places that let his band play. He’d call you his personal roadie lol.

He’d sneak out of the house at night to go to yours, he’d say it was because he was pissed off about something, but really he just wanted to see you.

You’d bring him to your room, trying not to wake your parents, even though they were used to rodrick coming over at random times by now. You talked about hearing a song he would’ve liked, humming the song softly. He immediately blushed, not just because he liked hearing your voice, but also because you thought of him.

You loved how dorky he was, even though he tried to act cool, he really wasn’t.

He never planned to confess, he didn’t want to ruin the friendship and was hoping the crush would just die down overtime, it didn’t. He was talking about you to his friends, yet again, when you showed up at his house unannounced and caught him talking about everything he loves about you. He has never been more embarrassed. He tried to pretend he was talking about another girl while he friends just exchanged knowing glances.

He definitely accidentally perved on you on when you were getting out of the shower.

Rodrick thought you were innocent, he hadn’t seen you bring any guys over, at least none he thought you were hooking up with. And since he’s a virgin too, he really wanted his first time to be with you.

He definitely thinks about you whenever he jerks off :]

You know that whole trope of “accidentally looking though a girls window when she’s changing”? That happened. You both stared at eachother for a few seconds before you felt your face grow hot. You quickly covered your chest and closed the curtains. He popped a boner real fast.

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I’m all out of brain juice 😭 I’m so sorry, I have no idea what this trope is, so I hope this works 🫶🫶 if it doesn’t, I’ll rewrite it fr LOLL but my requests are always open 😼

#rodrick heffley smut #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick smut #rodrick x reader #devon bostick

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valeisaslut · 9 months

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the morning is the muse-mdni (+18)

clic to read pt.1!

⚢ pairing: Shane McCutcheon (The L Word, 2004) x Reader 𖥔 ݁ ˖

ෆ synopsis: after the heated events of the night before, Shane and y/n try to make it pass as a one night thing, but feelings get in the way. It's your turn to realize that Shane is someone quite difficult to avoid 𖥔 ݁ ˖

⭑ word count: 2.12k 𖥔 ݁ ˖

♱ content: smut (nsfw), dom! Shane, sub! reader, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering, cum eating, jealousy, cursing, Shane and y/n are smokers, pet names, etc. MDNI!! 𖥔 ݁ ˖

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ Hii! first of all, thank you all so so so much for all the support in my first fic! I honestly wrote it more for myself than for it to be popular and i didn't expect all those kind beautiful messages and so many people asking me to write a pt.2! So here it is, I really hope you like it as much as i did. Sorry in advance if there are some misspelling or writing mistakes, english isn't my first language and I will be happy to receive constructive criticism! 𖥔 ݁ ˖

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The dim and warm morning light seeped through the curtains of Shane's department, reaching your eyes and waking you from your slumber in a slow manner.

As you languidly opened your eyes, you started scanning your surroundings, not immediately comprehending your present location. However, in a matter of seconds, the flashbacks of the previous night hit you like a bus and a slight blush painted your cheeks.

The first thought of your sleepy head was to make sure of Shane's presence in the bed, so you rolled up to the other side, only to discover her absence.

You looked around the room, slightly confused but not really surprised. It was something that you could expect from a one night stand.

"Shane...?" you mumbled softly, still giving it a chance to dismiss your internal thoughts.

"maybe she just went and expects me to leave before she comes back" your inner voice echoed.

You were only in your panties, so you sat up and stretched your arms, letting out a soft sigh. You were ready to get dressed and start your walk of shame as soon as possible, but a sound coming from the kitchen stopped you in your tracks.

You felt footsteps coming towards the room, so you covered yourself with the sheets again. The door creaked open, revealing Shane's long and slim figure. She had two different colored mugs, one on each of her hands and a cigarette dangled from her lips.

She was wearing only a white tank shirt and black panties, her jet black hair all messy and her eyes were slightly black from the remnants of smudged makeup (that she didn't correctly remove after your shared shower).

Without a doubt, she was the hottest girl you had ever hooked up with.

"hey, you already up" Shane said, with an even deeper than usual morning voice, she came closer to you and offered you the cup "I was making myself coffee and I made some for you too, if you want it"

"oh, thanks" you said as you took the coffee and leaned back on the bed, sipping it and letting out a soft sigh of pleasure "I really needed that, thank you again, you really didn't have to"

Shane looked at you while taking a long drag on her cigarette, the morning light perfectly illuminating your face and your locks with a serene aura. Then her gaze went a little lower, discovering your bare body covered only by the almost sheer sheets.

"my pleasure" she responded to your gratitude with an alluring manner, giving you her very renowned Shane smirk.

You looked down at your cup, chuckling when you realized what was written in it.

"Best. lesbian. ever."

"nice mug you have here" you said, turning it around to show her the quote, making her laugh too "i'm gonna need the address of the place where you got this. immediately"

"I have no idea 'cause I actually didn't bought it" she responds to your request "it was a joke from my friend, she gave me that as a birthday gift last year"

"the quote is true tho" you remarked, still chuckling as Shane drew nearer, giving you a cute peck on the lips. "hell yeah it is" she purred, planting another kiss upon you, her passion and eagerness growing with each passing moment.

You reciprocated with the same initiative, as Shane put out her almost finished cigarette on the ashtray that laid on the nightstand. Both of you left your mugs too, quickly forgetting the coffee.

You sat up on your forearms and Shane crawled up over you, placing one of her hands on the mattress while the other one moved to your nape, deepening the kiss.

You placed your hand on Shane's waist, caressing the soft flesh as her kisses went lower, nibbling upon the sensitive skin of your neck and licking the already dark marks from last night.

Her hands traced lower, softly gripping your breasts and she separated from the kiss to attach her mouth to your nipple, sucking on it and squeezing the other.

She slowly moved towards your legs, her body getting closer until she was on her knees in front of you. As she did that, she gave you a look full of lust, her lips kissing and her hands gripping the supple flesh of your inner thighs.

With each second passing, the dampness in your panties grew more, yearning to be pleased. As a reflex, you attempted to close your legs, but her strong grip kept them firmly in place.

"be a good girl and spread your legs" she deeply whispered, and you complied without complaint. Her voice slightly muffled by her lips grazing your thighs, getting closer and closer to your sensitive spot.

You audibly moaned as her tongue touched the drenched fabric of your undergarments, licking a long stripe and sucking your wetness. Her teeth grasped the waistband of your panties, slowly drawing them down your legs with her mouth.

The sight was absolutely alluring, and turned you into a whimpering mess. Her hands squeezed your flesh once more and her mouth met your bare pussy, eliciting a resounding gasp from your lips.

She began to suck loudly on your clit as your head fell back in ecstasy, your eyes darted shut as you firmly grip her hair.

"Fuck! don't stop" you moan and as if that weren't enough, her deft fingers found their way to your sensitive nipple, teasing and twisting it.

“you like that, baby?” she whispered, her deep voice muffled by your pussy. The room was filled with the sultry wet sounds, causing you to writhe beneath her touch.

“oh god Shane” your moans only seem to heighten her desire, making her more eager, almost pussy drunk. She eats you out like she is a woman starved, and you are her last meal.

A broken "fuck" escaped from your lips the moment when her hot tongue started intercalating between fucking you and flattening against your clit, knowing that it was over for you.

Somehow, she delves her fingers into the mess and the overwhelming stimulation quickly drove you to the edge, making you cum all over her mouth with loud and broken whimpers, one of your hands gripping the sheets and the other roughly pulling Shane's hair.

A shiver courses through your spine when she used her tongue to clean up every last drop of your release, her fingers still inside of you, moving slowly to extend your high as much as possible.

After you calm down from your high, Shane hovered over you and pressed sweet kisses on your open, breathless mouth. She removed her fingers and sucked them clean before helping you pull up your panties again.

"i love the way you taste" Shane whispers in your ear, and you swore you could hear her smirk. You were just about to reply, but you both stopped your movements at the loud sound of knocking on the door.

"cominggg" Shane lazily said, putting on the first pair of pants and socks she found laying on the floor. She walked out of the room and the next thing you heard was the door creaking open.

"hey Shane, sorry to wake you up" a womanly voice says "I just dropped by to ask you if you could give me back my bra from yesterday, it's my favorite"

"oh, hey Laura.. uhh yeah, jus gimme me one second and I'll look for it" you hear Shane say as you felt her footsteps coming near the room.

You can't help being embarrassed, it makes you feel kinda ridiculous laying naked in a bed that yesterday was filled for another girl, so you start putting your clothes on and grabbing one of Shane's cigarettes, lighting it and taking a drag.

"It shouldn't bother me so much. it was just a one time thing. with a stranger. It doesn't mean anything, so why do I feel like this? god im so fucking stupid" your mind echoed while you got dressed as fast as you could.

Shane walked into the room, not even looking at you and just focusing on finding that piece. She opened a drawer and took out a pink, lacy, probably D-cup bra and just walked out. Your mind couldn't find a moment where you had felt more uncomfortable than this.

"found it, there you go" you heard her say "thanks babe, call me later" the girl replied.

"sure.... see you around" Shane responded, and you can quickly feel her closing the door and her steps coming closer again. You took a drag of your cigarette and grabbed your purse.

"hey hey, you are going already?" Shane confusedly leaned on the door frame while you were putting your clothes on, her eyes still lingering at your body.

"um, yeah" you responded while your mind struggled to make an excuse and tried to sound the most unbothered it could. "I forgot I have... a deadline today, so yeah.... i'm out, sorry"

"oh, ok" she said, kinda weirded out by your sudden attitude, but still understanding. You took another long drag, trying to figure out your next words.

"hope I see you around, some of these days" you say as you turn around to put out your cigarette in the ashtray. Your words were genuine, but at the same time you didn't know if you wanted to see her again. Your head was a complete mess.

"yeah, me too" she got closer to caress your check and give you a peck on the lips, smiling at you. You swore you saw her eyes slightly glint, but didn't give it too much importance.

You both said your goodbyes with a bittersweet taste on your mouths and as soon as you were on the elevator, you took out your phone and called your best friend Alice.

"Hey Al, wanna go to the Planet for coffee in like, 10 minutes?"

"so yeah, all that happened" you and Alice were sitting at a small table outside, both with coffees in your hands.

"well, that explains the hickeys all over your neck" she said, pointing out the dark fresh marks decorating your neck and collarbones.

"oh my god, are they THAT obvious?!" you responded covering your neck with your hands, completely embarrassed.

"I noticed them as soon as you walked in, you are gonna have to invest on some good concealer or a scarf" you laughed at her remark, but your laughter stopped the moment you saw Shane walking in.

"fuck, that is the girl I hooked up with last night!" you whispered to Alice, pointing at her under the table and trying to hide your face. Al turned to look at Shane's direction, and then turned again to look at you with wide eyes and a shocked expression.

"Shane?! You arrived from New York one fucking week ago and Shane already fucked you?? this is so fucking ridiculous, its like she has a radar for every girl she hasn't fucked yet!"

"shut up, Al! shit, she's coming, act normal" you said, freaking out.

"hey guys, didn't expect to see you here" Shane said, greeting you with a confused look on her face. Then, her eyes fell to your neck, noticing the dark hickeys and smirking.

"um, yeah... I just decided to grab a quick coffee with my friend on the way, Shane, this is Alice- " you nervously said.

"yeah, I know, we are very close" Shane says "unfortunately" Alice replies.

"well, see you both around, wish you luck with your deadline y/n" she says with a kind of sarcastic tone and turned around to go with Marina, Shane's shot of espresso already in her hand.

"what a tiny and crazy little world" you say, trying to process everything that happened in just an hour.

"crazy, yes.. but not tiny" Alice responds with a smirk on her face, already thinking of linking you to Shane and expanding her board.

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clic to read pt.1!

guysss please let me know if you want a part 3 and I will happily write it! I already have a lot of ideas. Hope you enjoyed and I'm very grateful for every repost, like or share you want to give.

(sorry again if there's any spelling or writing mistakes)

#lesbian #lesbian pride #lgbtq #shane mccutcheon #the l word #shane mccutheon smut #shane the l word #l word generation q #shane l word #sapphic smut #saphic #wlw love #shane x reader #shane mccutcheon x reader #lesbian shot

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fawnpires · 1 year

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EUTHANASIA ROMANCE — SIMON "GHOST" RILEY.

༉‧₊˚ ┊ PART 1.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ synopsis: working regularly under your older neighbor serving as a babysitter for his kids, several affairs start to occur, and not just your starting relationship with him.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ contents: domesticity, afab reader (afab anatomy, femme pet names) mentions of pregnancy & marriage, size difference, age difference, single dad! ghost, secretive relationship, possessive sex, gentle & rough sex, oral sex (female receiving), slight daddy kink, brief somnophilia, dirty talk, breeding kink, shower sex.

You were still asleep, but Ghost wasn't.

He couldn't doze off with you right by his side, body pressed up right against him, heat radiating off your tender self — sensitive flesh, red tainted marks made of his own love. You were practically his own canvas as of now; the cum-stained sheets, the drying sweat, the carmine splotches tinting your skin — a pure and honorable symbol of his own work.

It was one of the rare and subtle moments he could be granted with — propped and balanced on one elbow, admiring your dozing figure, Ghost couldn't help but feel fragile in the moment. Almost compassionate. He had felt compassion before, of course, but never in this sort of way. (Thank his daughters for guiding him a little through his disarranged row of emotions.) While with you, he didn't feel the need to impress. There was no obligation to sit around and put on a face of imposed perfect-father-syndrome — he could really act as himself, and himself was an apathetic man. A man of a former task force lieutenant, an expert of manslaughter by the hand.

The idea of starting a family never crossed his mind. He wasn't the one to bear the concept of losing his heart to someone, starting something with them, chained down to the restraints of fatherly responsibilities and hardships. It wasn't so bad so far, he thought, and it had taken a weight off his shoulders with your support on the side. He stroked your hair — lovingly, abstractedly, his eyes of adoration while ensuing his large palm gently petting at you in soft motions.

Awareness was a virtue, and Ghost knew that when it came to your parent's suspicions towards your relationship with him.

Your rants every so often to him about being berated for spending too much time with him nearly split a tear in his cold heart. If he wanted to, he could — move the both of you away from here, start new, start new and whole as two individuals with his kids, your kids. There was nothing to stop that from happening but he was skeptical about your opinion on it, not wanting to push that kind of agenda on you so soon.

But it had been a little over a month, or more, since you had started something with him. You were comfortable enough to treat him not only as an occasional hot-dad hook-up, but a lover, a boyfriend, a husband. Hell — you were on edge, desperate for him. You longed for him and his presence when you were away.

You’d always have Ghost. You were his, and he wasn’t intending on letting you go.

Ghost reached the edge of your face and caresses your cheek in his palm, his thumb rubbing delicate circles into the skin. You were so peaceful in the moment, so exhaustingly beautiful, so fucked-out — and most importantly, his.

He had kept an eye on you before all of this — the entire baby-sitting shift, spending uncut days at a time with him, situating yourself as a motherly figure to his daughters. Whether out in the front-yard or by an exposing window to your blind eye, he would observe you for short periods of time. Ghost wasn't stupid — he was fully aware of your little crush on him. From your little peeks at his home through a curtain, down to spying on him when you were damn sure he wasn't mindful of the girl, considered stalker, keeping a close eye on him herself.

Of course, you were both so exceptionally strange towards each other. Stalkers in love, lurking at each other, keeping tabs when given the opportunity. He especially admired your benevolent demeanor which accompanied your alluring in-the-flesh appearance. Although he knew that you were far more than that — behind the guise of smiles and looks, you needed something much more; you craved so much more, and that certain crave was him. You had just been waiting for him, longing for that hopelessness to be taken away from you.

Why else would you have purposefully strive to catch his attention if it were not for wanting?

And last night — it was a whole new affair for you. An episode of heavenly bliss, he recalled you being so obedient, so pliant, so depraved, all of those things at once. He was a tad sympathetic for not giving more time into preparation, but he needed to be inside of you so badly. He needed to fulfill that hungering ache — and apparently, you did too; with how you gave into his touch so suddenly, allowing him to pound into you, backed with rabid pants and sweet moans. Ghost had wished the two of you could stay like that forever, making love out of refined affection by all means.

You were just irresistible and he had done so well keeping his poise. He had a right to have you. After all the planning from the moment he saw you, the insomniac nights where he planned ahead of time so you could grow close to his children — to him. After all the torturous days spent in sheer agony keeping you under close observation, paying regard to how your genuine personality was, how your breath caught on itself if he brushed against you in the smallest portions of physical contact. He deserved to have you.

It wasn't entirely wrong — the relationship, but you had corrupted him with your natural appeal — drawing him in like some bait to a wild animal.

He gently shoved himself closer to the warmth of you, a small sigh parting from your lips, taking into realization that a bulge in his sweatpants was plunged up right against the cloth of your panties. Your back arched up, just slightly, but enough to bring satisfaction and to tell that you were still asleep.

Ghost budged himself off, keeping sights of your soothed face before he props himself at your lower half — you scented of a sex-like smell, sweat and complete combined lust. His loose pants expanded tightly as his face met between your spread legs with the guidance of his hands grasping them apart. He wanted to fuck you right now — he could've — but he wanted to save it for later; save both you and him for later, when it wasn't deemed as unmoral. His fingers tucked around the waistband of your poorly thrown-on panties, sliding them down your legs with ease, trashing them to the side.

Your blooming scent sent him over the edge. His eyes squinted, lips parted in an intense awe. His fingertips grace over your thighs, lightly grunting at how a trail of goosebumps were left in the wake. You were so perfect in his viewpoint — all laid out for him, ready, waiting. He linked your sore legs in a locked hold much like last night, lowering his head closer to the puffy entrance of your cunt. The bottom of his balaclava was thrown up suitably to the freed expanse to his mouth and nose.

His tongue licked a slowly, yet sensible swipe up your lips. A small moan escaped your throat as your legs twitched in his hold, pants drawn from you with every increasing lick of his tongue. You were quick to stain his face with slick, the bump of his nose meeting your clit everytime he savored your taste with his lips clamped around your cunt.

You felt feverish, though maybe it was a real fever with a growing heat in your body. The heat was overwhelming, it needed to be rid of somehow. You were dousing in it. It was piling on top of each other, growing to extensive lengths as it invaded every inch and limb of your body. Your hands hauled themselves down to the source of the invading warmth, struggling to get a hold of what it exactly was. The temperatures were growing fast, too fast.

Fingers wrapped and caught a hold of something — or better yet, someone. Though not an actual army of heat and flames, it was a physical being, and it reverberated waves of sickly pleasure as it grew abnormally in position. Whimpers were forced out of you as it got too much.

Too immense for someone like you to handle.

Dazed, your eyelashes flickered open. Heavy and blinking away languid after effects. You were sober enough to be conscious of your surroundings — you were in a bed, a bedroom. It wasn't your bedroom back at home, clearly, with the distinct softness of the sheets and a window's silhouette that allowed you to bask in the dawn's light. The mattress was larger and was preferably more a fit for two people — a scent of masculine cologne breached over the air of the room as well, combining with a bitter smell of sweat. Astray in a temporary confusion, a shot of heat travelled through you, another moan cried out from you; it was more responsive and awake.

"Morning." Ghost rasped out from below you, voice vibrating from between your wet thighs.

Your eyes fell to the heavy weight from underneath, wearily assembling eye contact with the man — his voice alone couldn't help but light a small contentment in your chest. His calloused fingers tightly pressed into the flesh of your thighs, spreading them, leaving himself as a surprise for when you had finally chose to wake up. He lifts himself slightly and keeps the eye contact between you and him, his tongue fully pursed at your folds and meeting at your clit, sucking at the skin nub.

All you could do was sigh and pin your head to the pillows — the distinguishable scent of Ghost all around you in the material. Your back arched, hips rising and close to his face as he proceeded with his blissful ministrations.

"Fuck," you softly breathed, "Please, more..."

A deep chuckle resonated from his chest as he felt your wanting fingers brush at his wrists, dancing around his palms, petting at the skin.

His hand, in which you were fighting to grab a hold of, snatched onto your own — intertwining his massive fingers with your smaller ones in a delicate hold. Ghost's thumb strokes over your knuckles as he continues to eat you out, savoring the taste, and driving sounds of sexual want out of you. His opposite hand is raised to your entrance, teasing with every touch, prodding at your sensitivity.

"Ghost, your fingers," you panted, "I need them — need you."

He hummed, hauling himself away slightly from you — much to your foggy desperation — and steadily pushed one finger through, your body aching for more as you swallowed and clenched around him, section by section until his knuckle was pressed against your folds.

“Such a good girl, sweetheart.” he whispered.

Ghost mounted himself up your frame, his face inches away from yours, eyes scorching at yours through half-lidded eyes as he watched you writhe beneath him. You sunk your teeth into the skin of your lower lip that had grown chapped from constantly parting your mouth; followed moans and whimpers of airy breaths coming through it. He cocked his head to the side, flattening his lips to your own, yourself steadying on wobbling elbows to catch the kiss at a better angle.

The faint taste of you resided on his tongue — all around the tissue of his cheeks and teeth. He made you dizzy, faint, and you wanted more of it; he was nauseating, in a good way. You moaned against him, his other hand resting at your thigh raising to cradle the back of your head. His palm gave you some sort of support and comfort, and as he did, his sole finger occupying up inside of you was occupied with another, ripping a loud whimper from your throat.

He cradled you against the bed as he pressured his tongue into your mouth, lapping at nearly every crevice of your mouth. His fingers had curled in you, gasps slipping from your occupied mouth, pleasure pervading your body. They had pistoned in-and-out of you, escalating in speed with such intensity but also fragility.

"Want you to come for me," Ghost slurred between kisses, "You think you can do that for me, sweet girl? I know you can."

You managed to respond with a quivery nod, lips parted and eyes growing heavy as your vision began to blur at the borders from a suffocating pleasure. Ghost sped up his thrusting fingers the farthest he could, making certain they curled with each push, reaching the base of his knuckles as he caressed against that sweet spot he had pounded last night.

He had wanted the best for you, and that's why he focused his work on that spot, causing you to fully throw your head back to watch the ceiling through euphoric lenses. He caught on about that, gripping your chin firmly and forcing your fogged gaze to his. “On me, my love.”

With a few more purposeful curls of his large fingers at your sensitive walls and an applied pressure of his thumb over your throbbing clit, you had gushed around fingers; practically screaming his name. His lips form a smirk at the result of his creation, withdrawing his fingers as he exhibits them to you. They glisten under the light drawn amid the curtains, only able to watch as he raises the digits to his mouth, slurping up your essence — effectively cleaning it, never once breaking his eye contact with you.

"You're always so good for me," Ghost mutters, collecting his shirt from off the floor and cleaning at your thighs. "You want to stay for breakfast?"

"Hm," you hum, still basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, skepticism hitting you like a brick. "Fuck, wait — oh my god."

"What?"

In the present time, you were adrift, all memories of the previous day vanished over the course of your sleep — a great majority of it coming back to you.

"Fuck, did we sleep together?" you sit up, hands propping the weight of your head. "God — my parents are going to kill me — finding out I'm fucking you, you're so much older than me and you're my neighbor,"

"Honey, honey, calm down." he sits up with you, a hand resting at your bare lower back. "Listen."

Your rambles were interrupted with a peck of his lips. Ghost clasped the wrists that were at your head, pulling them down and rubbing gently into them. All of it was confusing, flustering as he crept closer to and kept his sight on you.

“We’re both adults,” he said, “and there's nothing wrong with making our own decisions.”

“But — I feel like a disgrace. To my parents, to everyone."

"You're not a disgrace, sweetie. It's just sex." Ghost releases your wrists and instead brings you to his chest, arms wrapping around you, eyes closing as you enveloped into him. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "So, why don't you get yourself fixed in the bathroom over there, wake up the kids, and I'll make all of us breakfast. How does that sound?"

You stare up at him, blankly and in astonishment, only able to establish a single nod as he chuckles and gives you one last departing kiss — to your lips this time. Eyeing as he moved to gather the same duplications as what he casually wears from a cabinet; a black v-neck and a pair of dad jeans, put together with that same balaclava. He undeniably is well-built, tattoos lining up his left forearm, back muscles flexing as he fit the shirt over his head.

He shoots you one last stare, soft eyes and all, as he left the room — leaving you to get dressed.

Nothing had felt real — well, at least from last night up until now. You slept with the neighbor that kept you up at night with dozens of fantasies and received the affection reserved for a married woman — like you were his legitimate wife. With his requests to wake up the kids and to get dressed, you felt as if this were your absolute and authentic life, no parents across the street or reminiscences of only being a babysitter to his kids. Your head was stupefied, body trembling.

Gathering enough strength to balance yourself on the ground, you found the bathroom and locked the door behind, stumbling over to the sink. Your breathing was, hard, uneven — fingers gripping the edges of the sink before running water from the leaky faucet and splattering your face with cold water to bring you out of the trance of sleepiness and doubt. Your head throbbed as you grabbed a spare toothbrush, wetting and squirting toothpaste on the bristles, shoving it into your mouth.

Your affair with Ghost couldn't be considered home-wrecking. Taking into consideration that his wife was long-gone from the picture, his kids were to understand that their father would soon have to find someone replace her, but with someone younger — more like some kind of older sister instead of a mother or a wife to their dad. Though they would have to take it in anyways, their father had found love in his youthful neighbor from across the street and they would just have to stand it. His daughters had warmed up to you quickly anyways — still young and capable to see you as a mother. At least now you didn't have to completely fantasize about him on a daily basis, having the real physical thing for yourself and yourself only.

Snatching your dress off the bedroom's grounds and esteeming yourself as presentable, you left his room and sneaked out into the hushed hallways, making your way over to his daughter's bedroom door — pushing it open with a flat palm and fingers around the doorknob. You wake them up with gentle strokes to their strands of hair, assisting them with getting ready, masking your previous worries with a big grin every-time they had announced an achievement as simple as dressing up or making their beds. They were as equally ecstatic to see you much like last night, but questioned why you were still here — and with your own reply, you obviously couldn't say you had fucked their father so the easiest way out was to say that you'd had a sleepover of some sorts in the living room.

You indulged in their child-like conversations as they both kept a hold of your hand in theirs, leading them down the stairs and into the kitchen where you had told them to have a seat. You're met with Ghost leaned up a counter, now-gloved hands around the handle of a cup as breakfast had already been made out in plates on the table. It was something strangely straight out a movie, like some kind of set instead of an actual room — an actual house where you stood.

The tension was certainly there but with the kids present, it had grown more ill at ease.

Sitting on the wood of the chairs, Ghost followed in pursuit as he took a seat right next to you — right at the end of the table. You weren't as hungry as you anticipated, taking a few bites of your breakfast food before offering the rest to be shared between the two. You and Ghost had met eyes a few times before brushing it off with not a single word on it until that tension had thankfully been broke off.

One of his daughters spoke up, more specifically — the one sat directly at your left hand-side. With a simple, "Are you staying with us? Forever and forever?" of her words, you were left dumbstruck, gazing over at Ghost who had a look in his eyes of the same emotion.

"Maybe I will, hon," you said, "I'm not sure."

Visibly, she pouts — leaping off her seat and pushing herself into you, small arms wrapped around your stomach in an embrace. You stutter on breaths, only bringing a hand to her hair and smoothing over it repeatedly, eyes heavy with some sort of guilt with her beg to get you to stay. Ghost can only bring himself to lightly laugh despite himself also having some guilt at his daughter's words.

"Don't go and crush her heart now, sweetie." he said, indicating to her. "I'm sure she would love to stay with us if she could."

You hurtle a widened stare to him with raised eyebrows, unaware he was going to touch on the brought-up topic. The thing is; you didn't know how you were going to make that come true, abandoning all remnants of your old life to birth a brand new one right here in this very house. He could only shoot you a stare back — sort of scolding, commanding.

"Well, it's about time you girls get on with the day." Ghost lifts his head to a clock on the wall, straightening his posture and hoisting himself up. "You all have your fun, I'll be out back if you need me."

"You're just going to be out all day?" you ask.

"I practice with my old firearms." he said. "Right in the backyard with a couple of targets, just to gain the skill back."

"Ah."

"It's quite relieving, you should try it out sometime."

"I don't think I'm that trusting with a weapon, sir."

He chuckles coarsely.

"Then I guess I'll just have to teach you sometime," Ghost said, that bit of familiar knowing persona brought back now that it was only you and him — sole in the kitchen. "Different finger placements, methods, positions."

"I guess you should."

"That's my girl," he stretches an arm across the tract of both your shoulders. "And I'm thinking the girls will be fine for a little bit on their own, so we can kill a little bit of time."

“With shooting bullets all day?” you question.

“Not only that, doll,” Ghost’s face is close enough to feel his breaths through the texture of his veiling face-cover. “Something way different, I think you’ll love it even more.”

It was an excruciating, long session of firing and teasing.

You didn't really possess the strength to fight him back on it. You surrendered completely, because you weren't genuinely one to argue with others — so you approved the way he slid ever so close to you, both arms surrounding you so his bigger hands lead your own to the trigger of a handgun, his frame vast over. You spoke in a small and terrified voice in your head, fuck me, take me as your own, touch me. It had been the only understanding in that moment, his veined arms locked with yours and trapping you in some hold. Sex and gunfire.

Ghost was obviously oblivious to this — or maybe not as entirely as you interpreted, but either way he was bad at pretending. A small flame ignited within him (because of how hard he was around you, as if he isn't always) but it had been drenched with your unintentional grind-backs into his body, lightly sighing and squirming around as he positioned himself behind you each time.

The late afternoon had a douse of heat to it. Sweat leaked beneath his mask, your dress sticky to your skin. Every so often, his daughters would come out and ask an innocent request out of either of you or observe the ammunitions laid out before running back inside. Ghost had been heated from the outside conditions, helping himself to strip off his shirt, chiseled chest exposed and glistening with sweat.

It was more difficult to focus on keeping a finger on the trigger, his chest rubbing against your back — thighs clenching and eyes glossy. You didn't want to cry, or even felt the need to, but it was out of some persistent plead that retraced back to the voice that spoke through the innards of your head. Why would you bother crying, anyways?

You definitely held some regret in sleeping with him, but you were in love — apparently. As Ghost pressed into your sweat-soaked-fabric back, crotch carelessly pushed against you and your hips, he wondered if you had ever been in such love like this, freed and enigmatic, as the one you held with him now.

Enigmatic love. The term pushed aside.

"Place your finger right here, on top of this ledge," Ghost instructs, guiding you with his own commands. "Now keep a steady grip, and press down."

The bullet through the head of the gun rings out through your ears — painfully, gutting your ear-organs out one way and the other. It clanged out a couple of more times till the ammo wasted out, gun lowering to your stomach, a huff of air puffing from your mouth. Ghost had you in a tight clutch, tighter than usual, seeming that you would break and run away from him.

"Perfect as always, love." he said, pressing a kiss full of cloth to the back of your head.

"I don't know how you do this for hours at a time," you confess, "Rings my ears out a little, I might go deaf, you know?"

"I'm used to it."

"It's getting dark, should we head back inside?"

"Shit. You're right, come on."

He wraps a bare arm around you, pressing you to him, his naked chest heaves unevenly at your backside. The inside of the house holds more moisture than outside, stuffy and hellish to breathe in, natural air banished. His kids had left small clutters of toys on the living room's table, television running some low-budget children's show, their only guessed presence was upstairs — maybe asleep, maybe not, it would some kind of miracle for them to put themselves to sleep without the assistance of an adult.

You look to him with some sort of pray to your eyes, an absence in your chest as if you longed something from him.

"Simon," you whispered. "Carry me."

"Carry you?"

"My feet are killing me, your trainings wore me out."

For a second, he hesitates, but rolls his eyes and gives in.

"Alright, give it here," Ghost unwraps himself from you and bends his knees to hoist you up. "You owe me for this one, sweetheart."

"Owe you for such a simple request?"

"I'm messing with you, dollface," he said, "You don't owe me a single thing except all that love of yours, and that body."

You smack him on the nose of his mask, playfully, wearing it away with a kiss pressed to it.

A kitchen wasn't good enough — it was too open, with windows all around for bystanders to see what the two of you were up to. Every room in the home was too polluted, so there was nowhere else but his bathroom to fuck in. His bedroom was too easily accessible, but the bathroom had more security to it, oddly enough.

"We should freshen up," you implore, "You smell like shit, I smell like shit, we're both sticky."

"Guess you're right."

"Is that a yes, then?"

"Well, we're not going on with the night all sweaty and reeking." Ghost replied.

His bathroom was spacious, a fit for two people, which was admittedly ideal for you and him. Locks on both the bedroom and bathroom door had been fastened, an excuse to his daughters of not interfering, to which they effortlessly agreed to. Two sinks, a single toilet, and a tub with a curtain for more provided privacy.

"Can you get that?" you ask of him, pointing to the zipper of your dress.

Ghost idly fidgets with the iron of your zipper before his fingertips brush at your exposed skin, dragging it down and unveiling the skin of your back. You finish it off by pooling your dress at your ankles, left in your set of undergarments — inspecting as he rids of his jeans and walks over to the tub, leaning over to run some water into the bowl of the porcelain thing.

For some concealed reason, he purges of every article of clothing plastering his build except that mask. That same mask of a skull and balaclava. It was unusual — He was unusual, he always was. Acquainted with him or not. It made you uncomfortable and turned you on at the same time, a division of yes-no, the outline of his body and the way his biceps flexed, a great mass of it came at you all at once.

You sat on the lid of his toilet, waiting. He leans at a wall as he waits for the water to fill a some perfect mark, switching the faucet off and turning to you. His boxers are peeled off with bulky fingers, the last portion of clothing on him — Ghost climbs in first, you soon following close behind, right between his spread legs that rested at each corner of the tub. It wasn't exactly quiet, just graceless and gauche, baring pure nakedness and that had been the strongest form of reliance. The overhead ceiling light reflects off the ripples of water, off the combined skin of you and him.

He only huffs, flicking droplets of water on your face before leaning further back and stretching his arms along the edge of the tub. His knuckles popped and his neck crackles as he rolled it, suppressed echoes into the dimly-lit room. You wielded a soiled cloth across your arms, water streaking over your skin in an effort to swab the sweat and gunpowder off.

"There's some on your back," he noted, eyes running along your back and spine.

"Mind getting it for me?"

"Hand it."

The cloth does wonders in his hands and on your back, scrubbing rather brutishly than you intended, between your shoulder blades and sides. Your humiliation of being naked around him had decayed away, there was nothing revolting about doing so, despite him already have seeing your body — and fucking it. He was tender and treated you like a play-thing, a pretty play-thing of his own.

You glance over your shoulder at him, not concerned about hiding a morbid interest as your eyes flickered over his obscured features. His balaclava clung to his nude neck, black eye-paint sweated off the scope around his eyes which crinkled in concentration. His broad shoulders littered with some scars, some faded and some fresh, biceps in his arms reeling as he washed away the blotches of filth from your skin that had been built-up over the course of the day.

"Don't give me that look, love, you're making my dick hard." he half-jokes.

"Your dick's already hard."

"Well maybe we can take care of that after a bath, yeah?"

"But why not do it now?" you spur him on a little, that doe look in your eyes, lips molding some sort of pout.

Ghost was beginning to appreciate this new side of you. You lacked a great deal of timidity — your improvements of confidence, libido, want. Your words cause him to pause the rag in its tracks, slithering it down.

"Little minx, aren't you?" he chuckles, shifting you around in his lap so that you were facing him — water splashing in your wake. Like previous sessions, he lifts the basis of his mask, visible of lips and nose. Kisses seep into your skin, head bowing back to give more access.

"Only for you, daddy." you pant out. "Only you."

Your words corroded over him — ashamed was nothing of existence as you watch him process the nickname. His jaw tightens, a measured breath streamed from his nose, his eyes closed for recollection as he continues with his kisses.

"Daddy, huh? Love when you use your words with me, love." he said, breathless. "Want you to call me that while I fuck you."

Hearing you use that term to describe himself was so natural, so instinctive. Your head was flooding again — foggy and blurry on nothing but the thought of sex. His hands knead at your breasts as if they are dough, fingers teasing at your nipples, whimpers falling into his mouth as you went drunk on his lips yet again — the water against your cunt dispensing some alternate method of pleasure whenever his fingers or girth weren't there to indulge you with.

Clamminess cools on your inner thighs and right at your cunt regardless of the moisture of the water all over the place. You clench around nothing in Ghost's absence. He rolls you over with his strength — having you pinned down where he once sat, thighs spread at the edge of the tub.

"So desperate for me aren't you, sweetie?" he breathes, "All you want is for me to breed this sweet cunt all the time, so fucking needy."

"Please, daddy, fuck me, need you inside me."

"You really need it that bad, doll?"

"Need it so bad, fuck, please," you whimper out.

Ghost is fond of the idea of teasing you, but not to an extreme extent. He falters to your begging and leans back, brand new rounds of whimpers knocked out of you as he smacks the tip right against your clit. You roll your hips at it, back arching, striving to chase the sensation.

"Beg for me nicely, show me your good-girl manners." Ghost said. "Show me how much you need me, long for me."

"Please fuck me, daddy." you manage between whimpers. "I want you to breed my pussy like I'm your good girl."

He succumbs to you, thrusting in slow and steady as you accommodate the stretch of him inside. The constant agitation of his stretch crowded your mind, all of him — him, him, him. Kept above you, Ghost grunts and pants, his palms massaging at your breasts as he starts off slowly pushing into the snugness of your cunt.

"Feel so fucking good," he mutters, "So tight for me, such a tight little pussy, all mine."

You can barely make out what he's saying over the ringing that stranded in your ears — ringing like the bullets forced from the muzzle of his firearms. The blunt head of his cock drills at your cervix in a pressure once he speeds his rhythm of thrusts up, your mind numbed, his thumb circling at your clit while your legs rest at his shoulders — water in vast amounts sloshing around with every movement.

"So deep," You whimper, nails digging at his forearms, nearly feeling him at your chest. "You're so fucking big, daddy."

His thrusts gain some growth, — no more short pauses in between, but constantly feeling up your warm walls which clutched around him like a fleshlight. You swear he's leaving a bulge in your lower stomach with the amount of brawn he uses to fuck you.

"You're all mine, you understand? Going to make you my pretty wife, marry you, fuck you full of my babies every night, we'll live a happy family here — to hell with all of that babysitting shit, you'll be the perfect mother to my children."

"Yes, yes — please, make me a mother, I don't care," you scream out, "I'm yours forever."

"My sweet little darling girl," he said in a half-sung sigh of some exhaustion and some sexual appetite, "I'll breed this pussy everyday, until you give me a child, day and night — nonstop."

You're whining and whimpering out for him, entire body quivering with the sustained need to be filled, twitching in a spasm. Ghost shows you what love is like — what it's meant to feel loved, to be loved; physical touch and words of praise that made you feel like his number one priority. His name embedded and chanted into the waves of the tub as his assaults on your pussy are more inconsistent but harsher, deeper, feeling every motion right at your cervix — nearly at your womb.

With a symphony of shrill moans and profound groans — his warm release is shot inside of you with his hands in a deep grasp of your hips and a grunt. Your heartbeat reaches soaring levels of speed. His cum is thick and has a tad of warmth of it, feeling as it reached up into the levels of your womb. Ghost gives a few more thrusts to your sensitive cunt, low whines falling from your mouth; he stops and lingers in position, out of breath, and collapsing over you. Some of his cum leaks out and mixes with the water, which has gone cold by now, but a huge majority is sealed within you. You're sensitive, wincing, a buzz in your lower stomach on repeat.

He lifts himself and stares into your eyes, a kiss to your lips, bringing you to his chest in a cuddle.

"Did you really mean it?" you breathe out through the loud silence, "Marrying? Starting a family here?"

"I only want the best for us, sweetheart," he said, a crush of triumph beating at your heart.

You were a picturesque of beauty in his eyes — even all fucked-out and sensitive laying in a tainted tub, you were the definition of it. Promising to be his good little housewife, to be the mother of his children, yet always his good little girl. He had given up everything for the military, wartime, so he could give up everything for a domestic life that had ran far past the atmosphere of violence; give up everything for you.

He feels as you nuzzle into his chest, his arms wrapped around your entire frame, head resting at his shoulder.

"I think... I think we fucked enough for today." you said.

"You think so?"

"We had sex in the morning, practically you edged me during that long training session, and now you fucked me in your bathtub."

"Me? Edging you? I think you mean teasing."

"Teasing, edging, whatever — you had your chest pressing up all against me — your sweaty and massive muscles."

"That wasn't my intention," he said chuckling, "But coming inside of you was definitely intentional."

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Billy X GF!Reader

Authors Note: We want a scared Dad Billy? Yeah we’re gonna get one.

AU Summary - This is if Billy didn’t ‘actually' die during Season 3. He’s been with the group for a year, even aiding them against Vecna Season 4. Everyone who fell victim to Vecna was trapped in the Upside Down, including but not limited to Barb, Billy (ofc), Bob, Chrissy, Eddie, Jason, etc You get the idea. They all still bear the weight of what happened to all of them. It’s like they were raised from the dead if you will. This fic takes place maybe five years later? So 1990-91 ish

Warnings/Tags: Smut, Unplanned pregnancy, family trauma, name-calling between friends. Fixing everything and any death post season 4, lots of Steddie and Ronance, Talk of body issues, pregnancy fears, fear of not being good enough, Physical violence in the form of threats or thrown objects.

Word Count: 7.8k

I come up from doing a few laps in the pool, stepping up the stairs. Billy walked towards me with a towel in hand.

“Looking good out there Ms. Y/L/N.” I smirk, taking the towel from his hands, dabbing at the water on my face and hairline.

“Thank you,”

“Perfect form, and that suit is marvelous.” he winks.

“Well your form is marvelous,” I say making him blush, “I mean, you are a great teacher, teaching lessons to the kids-”

“You know, I could uh. I could teach you if you like?”

“Oh?”

“Yes, well, I know all the styles.” he looked me up and down, opening a piece of gum. Setting his free hand to follow the strap of the bikini dangerously close to cupping my breast. “Free style, um Butterfly, and Breast stroke.” I watch him breach his soft lips slipping the gum into his mouth, accidentally dropping the towel in my hands.

“Oops.” I bend over, picking up the towel slowly. So he can see the arch of my back and the space between my bathing suit and breasts. “I didn’t know you offered adult lessons.”

“Well you know, I offer advanced lessons to a select clientele. Come to think of it, there's a good pool out at uh, Motel 6 on Cornwallis. Very quiet, you know, very private. Should we say tonight, 8 o’clock.”

“Wouldn’t this be the 4th time this week Mr. Hargrove? I don’t think there’s anything left to teach me.” I brush my hands on his chest toying with the whistle around his neck.

“Oh you see that’s where you're wrong I think there are plenty of things left to do. I just don’t think I’ve pushed you hard enough.” leaning into the tease, brushing up my arm leaving goosebumps even in the damp heat of summer.

“Well I need to-”

“It will be the workout of your life.” he cut me off,

“I will need your help deciding what to wear, you have such impeccable taste.” I ran my hand down my side over the hem of the swim bottoms, knowing it drove him crazy looking at the light trail of hair disappearing into my swim bottoms along my pelvis.

“A tease you are,” he pulls my waist to him, kissing me deeply for everyone at the pool to see how taken we are with each other. My fingertips dip into his waistband, distracting him while my tongue dips into his mouth, snatching the gum and pulling back quickly. "Oh a thief too, I see your game." I blow a bubble, smacking the gum and twisting out of his arms to hold his hands.

“Gotta hit the showers, California, perhaps a rain check? I’ll find you before I leave!” winking and popping the gum one last time, skipping to cool off from the hot sun in the women's locker room.

Grabbing a fresh towel and some soap from my locker I pull the curtain taut. Letting the water run over my suit, unsticking it with all the chlorine and sunscreen. Hanging it on the hook, tying my hair up and washing my body. Just when there’s suds' coating my eyes I hear someone pull the curtain open,

“This one’s taken!” I hide my body against the wall, trying to wash out the soap when the curtain closes again. Getting frustrated I vigorously put water in my eyes, hearing wet steps. A hand covers my mouth so I can’t scream, turning me around quickly to the haughty chuckle. Billy stands smiling wildly, “What do you think you're doing!” I smack at his chest, he shushes my protest, kissing down my throat creating a bee-line to my chest. Instinctively I hook my arms around his neck, looking down to see he’s also completely naked. “You're supposed to be working, go away.” I hum as he kisses the tops of my breasts.

“But your breasts are so amazing and all soapy. God, have they gotten bigger? My girls, all pretty and sensitive.” he whines on my neck, “and I know you didn’t just buy a suit I wanted, tease me with it. Not wanting me to fuck you, oh not my doll! What have you done with her?!” I laugh as he shakes me, hands on the middle of my spine.

“Okay well then it worked better than I thought, I guess actions speak louder-” he was hammering the spot on my neck that gives my stomach butterflies, “Billy-” I whine.

“Yes? Anything for you.” he looked up, with those gorgeous blue eyes pupils of black onyx swallowing the ocean with lust.

“B, I don’t feel too good...” I pout,

“Well then, let me make you feel so much better, huh? Let Billy take care of you. I'll make you feel better, and damn you smell so good, Indiana.” He doesn’t push my limits by forcing himself on me, just showering me with love in his way of physical contact.

"Billy-..."

"What hurts baby?"

"My back, and I'm nauseous." I hold onto him, playing with his St. Christopher’s necklace under the cool water.

"Well I could blow your back out for ya and buy you dinner afterwards. A nice corn dog and push pop from concessions?"

"You're not helping. You corn dog."

"Correction, it's horn dog." He blows a raspberry along my neck, correcting me.

“Billy! Someone will hear us!” I laugh, running my hand through his wet locks.

“Nope paid that one kid five bucks to scare anyone off, think his name is Ben. Maybe Benson?”

“There’s a teenager outside the woman’s shower room scaring people away so you can fuck me?”

“No, I locked the door and put one of the shower chairs under the handle!”

“Hmm, might take me a little more convincing.” I tease, pushing his shoulders down for him to kneel in front of me. He winks holding onto the backs of my thighs.

“God damn, doll.” He nuzzles his nose along the seam of my cunt, lifting one of my legs to hook over his shoulder. “So fucking wet f’ me, huh?”

“Yes...” I moan when he licks a trail from my entrance to my clit sucking the button into his mouth to roll it over his tongue. He looks up at me as two of his fingers split my folds curling them inside me.

“Shit Billy, ‘M close.” I pant holding the back of his head as he licks my cunt like his favorite ice cream flavor. He pulls off suddenly standing, retreating his fingers from my cunt to circle my clit.

“Want to feel you cum on my cock, doll. Get me there.” He commands, thrusting his swollen and leaky cock against my thigh. I grasp him, rolling in matching circles with my thumb along the tip.

My head thumps the tile wall and we giggle at the noise.

“You okay?” He holds me cheek in his free hand then threading his fingers into my soaked hair.

“Yeah, want you.” I whisper, kissing his lips with bruising passion. He takes himself from my hand lining up with my entrance. Holding my other leg against his hip now so I’m spread open for him. He puts my hand between our bodies above my clit,

“Rub your clit for me, not gonna last long in your pretty pussy.” I whimper at the thought, he kisses me deeply as he pushes inside. My walls have to re-stretch around his girth every time. My free hand accidentally scratches along his back as he pounds into me. He pants into my mouth as he picks up speed, I squeeze around him cumming with a soft cry of his name. That sends him over the edge. I can feel the first wave of his hot load as he pushes himself deeper inside.

Billy drops my leg, rubbing at my hip and holding me upright as we come down from our high. He kisses along my collarbone as he reaches for my body wash. We spend a few minutes in peaceful post orgasm, treasuring each other’s bodies before he speaks.

“Feel better, doll?” Billy whispers like an unspoken confession.

“A little, thank you honey.” I turn off the water after we clean ourselves off, he dries off by shaking out his hair like a dog. Pelting me with water droplets in the process.

“What?” He acts innocent as I dry my arms and legs, “I’m going back to the pool anyway.” He hands me a towel allowing me to dress moderately dry. Giving up his water after his guided workout, I take one sip before being hauled over his shoulder.

“Billy!” I yell as he grabs my bag from the hook, moving the chair from the door.

“What? I promised my girl some dinner!” He smacks my ass when he walks down the hall to concessions.

“Billy put me down, I’m too heavy!” I groan, getting nauseous from the pressure on my abdomen. He sets me down on the counter cutting the line completely, getting one of his close friends Heather’s attention in the process.

“Horseshit, you’re fucking light if anything and beautiful no matter what. You could turn green and I’d still do ya.” Heather and I audibly cringe at him.

“Regular for both of you?” she asks leaning over the counter

“Yeah, three corn dogs and a large coke with-”

“With mustard I know!” She goes to the single fryer, dropping them in.

“Have you tipped her today?” I ask him, pinching his waist.

“Ow, hey we both work here. I might as well give her some of my paycheck with the amount of food we trade.”

“Trade?” I raise my eyebrow in disbelief “Billy it is your responsibility as the straight white man to empower the women in your life. Be better.”

“Yeah ass-wipe, be a good civil servant and pay me.” Heather leans over handing me a paper cup of Coke with a straw.

“Stuff it dyke.” I gasp smacking him in the chest, “Ow!”

“Bite me lunkhead.” She fires back at him, they flip each other off like children.

“You two are terrible to each other.” I groan, sliding off the counter when she sets the bag down next to us.

“Hey Y/N, are you coming to the tailgate tonight with everyone?” She asks, tearing a twister with her teeth.

“Um, I don’t know yet. We’ll call you tonight if we can’t make it. Right Bills?” I look at him looking for a way out of it.

“No babe we gotta. We’re hosting the after party at our place with everyone. So I can keep an eye on Max.”

“Don’t go all psycho big brother on her, she’s in high school Billy.” They start to argue about what they were exposed to at young ages and with Max’s condition Billy argues she could be taken advantage of. I feel dizzy as they argue, leaning onto Billy’s shoulder for support.

“You can’t say shit because you are an only child, huh?” Billy pulls me closer by my waist, trying to have me side with him. “Doll, you okay?”

“Huh? Just got really sleepy, I think I should nap and pick up the apartment before we have a bunch of our friends and family over.” I kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you at home?”

“Yeah of course, you want me to walk you to the car?” Billy asks worriedly, pressing a kiss to my temple and hugging me tightly goodbye.

“No it’s okay, have a good shift guys. I’ll see you tonight!” I wave leaving the food and cola with Billy. I drive home quickly and pass out on the couch immediately blaming it on the Hawkins heatwave.

I woke up a couple hours later to dishes clanking together and whispered song lyrics. Stretching my aching muscles, I stand seeing a blanket thrown over my lap. Smiling, I walk into our kitchenette to see Billy with his Walkman on full blast, before he can see me. My stomach gurgles and I race to the bathroom, throwing up an empty stomach of Water and Cola. I sit on the floor for a moment dizzy, dry heaving a few times. Noticing I’d knocked over a box of tampons that were unopened. My heart drops as I try to piece together when I’d had my last period.

“Shit...” I scramble off the bathroom floor going into the bedroom with my purse with my planner and address book. By the book it could’ve been anywhere from 7 to 9 weeks ago. It’s not like Billy and I’s sex life isn’t consistent, and birth control wasn’t something I could feel good about. We agreed to use condoms and suffer any consequences if that happened. Last time this happened was in Highschool, Billy took me to the clinic and they gave me something called Danazol or something like that. Everything turned out okay then, but we were older now this really had consequences now if I was truly pregnant.

“Y/N? Where are you at doll?” Billy yells down the hallway, dragging his feet and hitting his hip on the hall table like always. I look at myself in my vanity mirror and quickly wipe my eyes clean. Running into the closet before he steps inside the room.

“Picking out my outfit for tonight!” I answer back, clearing my throat.

“Oh yeah?” Billy comes around the corner, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Does that mean my girl is gonna give me a little show?” He chuckles.

“Unless you wanna be late to the tailgate? Not again, hot stuff.” I turn out of his arms, looking in our shared dresser for pants.

“Ooo you should wear those black Levi’s your butt looks good in.” He thinks, always having the more trendy style out of the two of us.

“Okay what shirt? I don't want to get too hot.” I add taking the high waisted Levi’s out, with a tired huff.

“I’d say none because you’re already smoking-” Billy teases

“Billy please, you are the one who got me into this mess. Please help me.”

“Okay, I’m sorry for finding you the best thing in my life so violently attractive.” He pleads and pouts “Forgive me, and definitely that solid red crop you wear to the bars.”

“I wear that to show off my boobs and get us free drinks.”

“Exactly, you look great in it.” I scoff, grabbing the clothes and some fresh under clothes.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked him from the bathroom, happy he didn’t look too closely at my facial expressions. Billy has a way with prying things out of people, part of the endless Casanova charm.

“Hell yeah got and eight pack and Munson and that other tall dude are bringing the dobie. We are all set.” He goes on about the plans tonight as I get ready in the bathroom. Looking under the sink after I change my clothes I look for a spare test. Always having some cheap ones lying around for myself or friends. Hitting a particular box with my hand I take it out and go to pee. Setting it on the counter while adding a hint of makeup and volume to my hair.

“Almost ready, Bills.” I call out, waiting longer than three minutes. I close my eyes and flip over the test on the counter. Taking a deep steadying breath in through my nose and out through my mouth. My neck sweats as I slowly open my eyes, looking down. I gasp, loud enough it worries Billy.

“Babe?”

“Sorry accidentally stabbed my eye with the mascara wand!” I say the first thing that comes to mind, cringing as I hold my hand over my mouth.

“Okay we let's get going Indiana, we can’t keep my fans waiting.” He laughs, starting to open the bathroom door. I scramble throwing the test into the medicine cabinet and shutting the mirror.

“Yeah, let’s go!” Billy dips in for a kiss,

“You look beautiful.”

“I look like a sl-”

“No, do you like it?” He asks honestly, I nod my head. He’s matched with cut offs and a Def Leppard muscle tee. “Then you're perfect. Grab your purse doll. I’ll go start the car.”

I smile sighing in relief, wrapping the test in toilet paper and burying it in the trash. Locking the door behind us, Billy already has his new muscle car running. A 1985 Camaro IROC-Z in his signature blue color. The drive to the large run down lot where Star Court had burned down. Gives you shivers thinking about when I lost him for nearly a whole year. He has a hand on my thigh as he pulls up next to Steve’s burgundy BMW. Robin and Nancy immediately separate us, taking me away to get each of us a drink.

“Girls, Jesus hang on a second!” I laugh barely able to get my seat belt off before I’m dragged to Argyle’s Van.

“Hey there pretty ladies Johnny boy has the drinkies in the front seats.” He says as him and Jonathan’s head hang off the side of the out back doors. They are already toasted.

“Got any Coke?” I ask

“Which kind?” I hear a scruffy voice behind me, turning to see Eddie. I hug him tightly,

“Eddie!” I shriek, swallowing down tears in my eyes as Steve stands awkwardly next to him. I pull him into my next hug “Stevie! When did you morons get home?”

“Couple hours ago, Eddie just sold a few songs to a up and coming band in Texas?”

“Yeah, Pantera? Plus another to Warrant again, they should release their new album sometime this fall.” Eddie confirms a little smug,

“Wow good for you, babes.” I smack Eddie’s bare shoulder, feeling someone’s hands wrap around my waist and sniff my hair obnoxiously. “Billy...” I squirm feeling cold beverages in his hands.

“Hello gentlemen, see you’ve reunited with my lover.” His breath reeks of cheap beer already making my stomach turn upside-down.

“Sure have, wanna bum me a smoke like old times?” Eddie shakes Billy’s hand, Steve and Billy share a nod, still not fully healing their relationship quite yet.

“Go hang out with the guys, the girls and I are gonna mingle with some distant friends.” I encourage him, he gives me the ice cold coke he got for me before heading off with them.

“Okay Y/N,” Robin slurs a little, holding onto Nancy’s hand “now I wouldn’t say I’m an expert on breasts more a connoisseur.”

“Because you like judging people” Nancy laughs,

“Shush, baby. We’re all friends here but babes what are you doing differently? You look so hot, right now!” Robin holds her hands out like she’s trying to convince Nancy and I.

“Just a-” I freeze watching Nancy’s eyes narrow, like she does when she is trying to solve a puzzle. Damn Nancy Drew acting Wheeler.

“Just... What?” Robin asks a little loud, we both shush her.

“I’m late.”

“Late?” Robin looks at her girlfriend quizzically,

“How late?” Nancy’s eyes nearly burst out of her skull, Robin nods along with her eyes squinted.

“The positive kind.” You try to hint to both of them, Robin now bobbing along to the music as she drinks from her solo cup.

“Shit, does Billy know?”

“I took the test before we left, I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he want kids?”

“Yes, no? Shit maybe? We’re just in a really good place right now so I’m nervous.” I shrug, and Nancy hugs me. Robin turns around randomly and then runs towards Steve as he goes to get another beer.

“Everything will be okay, we’re here for you.” She takes my arm and we walk around mingling and chasing Robin away from the trunks with beer pong set up on them after she talks to Steve.

He walks back over to the guys, Billy is catching up with Heather when Steve whispers something into Eddie’s ear.

“Yeah right, I’m gonna school your ass when we get to my place.” Billy yells at Heather as she walks towards you and the other girls.

Steve clears his throat, Eddie looks at him oddly. Steve nods towards Billy, Eddie’s brows furrow as he sighs.

“Hey, Billy you're okay with Y/N dressing like that?” Eddie lowly wolf whistles, at the sight of her. Steve knocks on his head with his beer bottle.

“Um hello? I’m right here.” Steve rolls his eyes, Eddie knocks his shoulder, spilling his beer a little on his shirt. Billy laughs when Steve glares back, taking a long drag of his smoke and blowing it in the opposite direction of his friends.

“I picked out her outfit, I know how to fight. Y/N can wear whatever she wants.” Billy says, simply through his exhale.

“Okay man but... Stevie over here did win in ‘84. Just saying.” Eddie says critically, through his teeth, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Hey fuck off Scarface.” Billy scoffs as Steve interjects, wrapping an arm around his very not sober boyfriend's waist.

“Look Hargrove, Eds is just saying Y/N/N has filled out a bit this summer and is getting a little unwarranted attention.” Steve points the neck of his beer bottle to the ex-basketball team, all a bunch of high school rejects still living in their parents basement as they get fatter and older.

“Oh come on, they’re too scared of me to mess with my girl. I came back from the dead remember?” Billy wiggles his spare fingers while oooing and ahhing like a ghost. Eddie laughs at that, knocking their beers together while Steve’s headaches at the idiocracy.

The sun sets and a majority of the adults who have to work in the morning leave. While a majority of the high schoolers stay together drinking the now warm beer, most of our group also sticking close together about starting college or jobs in the fall. Billy and I reunited shortly after to head over to the apartment first, Lucas and Max sat in the back seat of the car as I drove, being the only sober one.

“I totally could’ve driven, I only had a few beers.”

“And smoked a joint with the guys.” I add turning down the music,

“What can't I bond with my little sister's boyfriend?”

“I had one puff, I doubt I’ll even feel anything.”

“One puff was enough, you already drank tonight Lucas.” Max says kindly,

“Pfft you girls worry too much, right Sinclair?” Billy holds out his fist for Lucas to bump it. He laughs a little too hard when Billy tries to yank him forward.

“Don’t gang up on the only two women that enjoy your company.” Max scoffs at her brother.

“Whatever, you're up for some ball tomorrow Sinclair?”

“He can’t-” She’s cut off my Lucas explaining their plans

“Sorry Billy, it’s Max and I’s anniversary. We’re staying in Indianapolis for the night.”

“Aw how cute, please take pictures.” You fawn over them, you know exactly what Lucas has been through. That pain of losing your first love, knowing at a young age it was your last. Taking this second chance for all it’s worth every moment no matter how insignificant it is to others, is precious.

“Better wear protection Sinclair, or I’ll have to kick your ass for knocking up my sister.”

“Billy!” Max punches him hard in the shoulder.

“What Billy means is we want you to be smart about your choices, but we can’t tell you what to do anymore-”

“Just want what’s best for you, you’re good kids. We don’t need more children running around right now, we’re all still kids.” Billy cuts you off,

“Um, Y/N are you on birth control?” Lucas asks politely, We’d agreed when Lucas and Max got serious their junior year they could ask me and Billy anything. I didn’t want them to feel odd for their feelings or idiots for the things that aren’t taught.

“I didn't enjoy it, I use a diaphragm sometimes which is like a cup that prevents the sperm from going up into the cervix. Yet we mainly use condoms because the latter makes us both uncomfortable.” I put simply, shrugging. I look in the back mirror. Lucas is leaning his head on Max’s shoulder as she plays with his shirt cuff.

“It feels like your jamming your penis into plastic Tupperware surrounded by warm-”

“EW! Ew stop Billy.” Max covers her ears and starts singing to the radio. I turn it up for her, we pull up to our assigned parking. Others start filling up the parking lot shortly after making a b-line straight to Billy and I’s apartment.

“No, we had to pull off to the side of the road because we were lost, and exhausted!” Billy exasperates,

“If Billy didn’t finally just pull over, I probably would've strangled him over the armrest.” I add to the story of Billy’s and I’s recent across-country road trip to California.

“So what happened after you figured out where you were?” Will asks

“Not exactly we-”

“We were in the backseat when a Sheriff drove by. We couldn’t even get our pants you all the way before he knocked on the window.” Billy laughs, Eddie and Argyle join him.

“I pulled down my dress while Billy collected himself enough to ask the man, old enough to be my grandfather for directions.” I rolled my eyes, leaning against Billy. He wrapped his arm around me as he finished the story.

“He handed me a handkerchief and slapped me on the back because her lipstick was smeared on my neck.” He pointed right under his jaw,

“Yeah I’m the slut and he was the stud.” I scoff,

“It’s okay baby. He probably keeled over jerking it to the image of you in that sundress when he got home that night.”

“Ew.” I cringe, ��Want another babe?” I ask taking his empty beer can away.

“No, I'm good doll.”

“Hey did you hear Carol Perkins and Tommy H. are expecting?” Steve nods, sharing to Billy and I, I stiffen in Billy’s arms thankfully his too tipsy to notice.

“Yeah no shit, I never really gave a shit about them after graduation. They were the kind of people you know in school and then end it. Figures they are one of the firsts to get knocked up.” Billy continues to blabber about how he doesn’t think anyone should have kids until they’re married or at least financially stable among other things. In front of all our friends, who Buckley has told everyone closest to Billy and I.

My stomach turns as I make eye contact with Steve. Him and Billy did work things out, my friendship with Steve and Steve’s serious partnership with Billy’s closet friend Eddie made a huge difference.

“I’ll be back..” I walk down the hallway past my spare bedroom where Robin is passed out as Elle and Max read a Cosmo next to her. I go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet trying to collect myself. There’s a knock and a call of my name. “Almost done.” I call out,

“It’s just me doll, are you okay?” Billy talks quietly, I open the door and he swoops me into his arms, “What’s going on? You’ve been weird all night.”

“I’m sorry.” I mumble in his shoulder

“Don’t apologize, I know you haven’t been feeling good lately. Maybe we should make an appointment or something?”

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” He kisses me once, then twice.

“Do you want kids?”

“Is that why your acting strange, because of the pressure of having babies outta high school?”

“You didn’t answer my question...” I whisper looking at the ground trying to will tears out of my eyes

“No, I don’t think I do. My Dad was a shitty father to say the least, he thought having me would save his marriage but the abuse he gave to my mom only got worse afterwards. That’s too much responsibility.” He answers so assured and honest it breaks my heart.

Maybe a dog, someday but fuck kids. We’d be great Aunt ‘n Uncle to Max’s kids and anyone else who decides to baby-make.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Why do you ask?” Billy asks nervous

“I heard about Carol at the grocery store and wasn’t sure how’d you react.”

“Oh Y/N I don’t give a crap about them. Not when I have you guys.”

“Hey, I think I’m going to say goodnight to everyone and lay down early.”

“Yeah? I can end the party if you need.”

“No, no. I can sleep through anything.”

“Okay doll, whatever you need.”

I go back out into the living room and slowly say goodnight to everyone, Steve, my best friend next to Billy, hugs me a little longer and a little tighter.

“Good night, honey. We’re here for you.”

“Yeah, always Y/N.”

“Thanks guys, love you.” I blow Eddie and Steve a kiss, Eddie dramatically falls backwards and Steve catches it to place over his heart.

Everyone else bids me goodnight as well, I run into Nancy and she’s waking a very grumpy very sleepy Robin.

“You leaving?” I ask her, Robin is practically curled around Nancy’s small frame leaning on her for support.

“Yeah Robs doesn’t feel good obviously.” Nancy shakes her head, placing a kiss on her partner's cheek.

“I’m never drinking again...” Robin groans

“Get home safe girls, call the house when you get there?” I hug both of them,

“Mike is driving us home since he’s sober, we’ll be okay.” She assures me, small towns were definitely non-conforming but we’d heard of other violence acts committed on same-sex couples in the bigger cities. No one ever deserved that.

Call me, if you need anything. We’re here for you too.” Nancy adds, saying goodbye to everyone as her, Robin and Mike leave.

I go into my bedroom and close the door, putting on my pajamas and removing my makeup. My stomach turns but I go to sleep anyway, a couple hours later I feel the bed dip and a warm arm wrap around my waist. It disappears a few hours later as Billy gets ready for work. Like always, I slowly wake up before he leaves, giving him a goodbye kiss. When he’s out the door, I race to the bathroom and puke my guts out. It’s like that enough of the morning I call out of work. Laying sadly in bed most of the day, until just before Billy gets home around 6. I wash my face and take another test, once again it’s overwhelmingly showing positive. I took this one and the other I hid in the trash last night and put them in my pocket. I conjured a plan on how to tell him, Billy Hargrove. My Billy, he comes home as I’m finishing the only dinner that sounded and smelled appetizing.

“Hey Indiana! I’m home.”

“Hi California.” I call back from the kitchen, plating the chicken and pesto for two. Well three...

How was work?” He kisses me on the cheek, smelling of coconut sunscreen and chlorine.

“It was okay, I had lots of lessons today. The boss is having me take a course on training babies how to swim. Guess it’s in high demand, and extremely important. Almost 45% if not more babies from birth to age four.” He tells me wide eyed, helping me bring the plates to the table as I grab him and beer and the ginger ale I’d been nursing for a couple of hours.

“That’s horrible.”

“Yeah but it means they’re moving me to nearly full-time since those lessons are more important than just the summer. I start working at the Hawkins Rec Center in a few weeks.” He says with a smile hidden by pesto

“Wait, you got a promotion?!”

“Yep, don’t have to go back to the shop this year. I can just teach lessons and couch at the high school.”

“Billy, that's amazing!” I reach out and take his hand,

“I can’t wait, but I’m a little nervous about teaching kiddos so young.”

“You're great with kids Billy.”

“I wasn’t-”

“You’ve changed, you and Max had a lot of unresolved issues. Things have gotten a lot better the past couple years. For christ’s sake she is here for dinner at least once a week if not more. Not even Susan can say she sees her daughter as much.”

“Thanks, how was your day?” He kisses the top of my hand all suave and romantic,

“Haven’t been feeling to good but I think I’ll get better in a couple months...”

“You go to the doctor?”

“No, I took a test yesterday and today.” I swallow the bile rising in my stomach

“If you didn’t go to the doctors-” I cut Billy off, running to the bathroom and clutching the toilet bowl. He follows, then helps by holding my hair and rubbing my back. “We should go to the ER, you didn’t even drink yesterday.”

“It’s okay-”

“No the hell it’s not Y/N! You’re throwing you guts up and you’ve-”

“Billy...” I hold out my hand for him to help me up, flushing the toilet before washing my hands. Tears fall down my cheeks,

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell...”

“It’s not that.” I strain to find the two words, hiding my face in my hands.

“What’s going on?”

“Promise we can talk about this?” I turn to him dizzy, I take his hand in mine and go to sit down on our bed.

“We can talk about anything, Y/N.” He pushes my hair out of my face. I reach into my sweatshirt pocket and turn over the pregnancy tests. Tears continue to cascade down my cheeks as Billy freezes his expression is unreadable. He swallows hard taking the tests.

“I’m pregnant.” I tell him wetly, wiping away tears so I can see him better. He stands, throwing the tests down the hall with a clatter. Hard enough I jump at the sudden action. Hands running through his hair, irritation now bursting through the seams.

“What?” He scoffs

“I’m pregnant, Billy.”

“Fuck, Y/N.” He paces the foot of the bed, working himself up “How long? How long did you keep this shit from me?”

“I-I found out last night.” I explained standing close to him.

“Yeah? Is that why you’ve been all weird and shit around me? You were hiding this?”

“Nooo, no Billy. Please.” I try and reach for him,

“Don’t ‘No, Billy’ me. Is this why you don’t want to go on birth control? Just trying to trap me?” His voice gets elevated as the questions continue, he pushes off my hand like he’s been scolded with hot water.

“No, I love you.” I cry, holding onto myself

“Do you? You know I don’t want kids, Y/N!” He gets in my face words booming through the house and my ears and I gasp. “What the fuck?” He storms out the room, hearing him knock into the table in the hall with a groan before there’s a crash and bang. I run out, he’s thrown it across the hallway creating a dent in the drywall and breaking the legs of anything that was on top flung or stepped on.

“Please don’t push me away!” I raise my voice, trying to walk over the mess in my bare feet.

“Did you even think, to consider how I felt?”

“I am trying to understand but you're yelling and throwing things around. Are you blaming me for this?”

“You’ve got some nerve, it takes two Y/N. You won’t make me do shit, now move.” I find him in the living room collecting his wallet and keys.

“Billy, please-” I beg him standing in front of the door, he moves me aside with a strong hand.

“No, I’m leaving. I can’t do this, this is the one thing.” He spits at me, fire exploding behind his eyes.

“If you leave, I’ll never forgive you!” I call to him, my voice raw and overwhelmed with emotion.

My mind begging and pleading for him to shut the door and engulf me in his arms. Tell me everything will be okay, that he loves me and we’ll get through this.

“It’s too much.” He fums, the door slams shut behind him, shaking a picture off the wall.

I hobble over to it, defeated, it’s one from the California trip. Billy had given the camera he borrowed from Jonathan to an older surfer to take a photo of us at the beach in our wetsuits. My hair is tied back, smiling at the camera with a teeth filled grin. While Billy looks at me and smiles, eyes dopey with exhaustion but something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Joy. The glass from the frame has shattered and scratched it, splitting the two of us by our hands. I hold it close as I dial the only people I can trust,

“Yello, Munsington household or Harrinuson if you like that better.” Eddie answers the phone, with his infectious bravoto.

“Hi Eds.” I sob out in relief.

“Y/N, honey. What’s-” His voice deepens immediately in concern,

“I-I told him, he left. He left me.” I weep into the receiver, trying to collect my thoughts.

“Okay, hey do me a favor unlock the door and turn on the TV? Distract yourself while Steve and I get there.” Eddie tells me calmly, ‘What’s going on?’ I hear Steve interrupts.

“Okay. I’ll try, I’m so sick Eddie.”

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Eddie asks, ‘Is that Y/N/N?’ Steve interrogates still faint on the line.

“No, I’m just puking.”

“Is there blood or anything strange about it?”

“No...” I cry louder

“Hey-hey,” Eddie gets my attention again, “that’s good. Remember what I said, Steve and I are getting in the car right after I hang up.”

“Okay Eds.”

“We’ll be there soon, Sweet Girl.” Steve takes the phone from Eddie who barks ‘Steve where are my keys?!’

Hang tight, I’ll be right there. Everything's gonna be fine.” Steve assures both of us.

“Yeah...”

“We’re on our way.” Steve hangs up the phone, staring at his metal head boyfriend with a single shoe on untied and the other in his hands as he tears up the entire living room looking for his keys.

“Eds?” Steve stands by the landline hands on his hips.

“Hold on Steve, I gotta find my keys!” Eddie holds out his shoe pointing it at his boyfriend as he moves to the kitchen table.

“Eddie.” He scolds in a boisterous manner enough to make Eddie look at him

“What?!” Eddie yells, looking at his boyfriend to find him jiggling Eddie’s car keys in his hand,

“Get in the van-.” He motions him to the door,

“Why’d you let me tear up the apartment?”

“It was kinda funny, give me a reason to make you help me clean it when we get home.” Steve throws the keys to Eddie going to the passenger side.

“I haven’t even put my shoes on.”

“I doubt your shoes will have any impact on us kicking Billy’s ass.”

I hear a single knock at the door before a flurry of dark curls and onyx eyes enters the apartment, behind him a tanned honey colored pompadour with equally syrup eyes enters. I suck in a breath, watching them look around. Steve goes to where I’m crouched in the living room, cleaning up the glass from the picture frame. He immediately engulfs me in his arms, not saying a word as I squeeze him a little too tight.

“Hey, shhh. I’m here, Sweet Girl. I got you.” He holds me tight, his caress of my hair like an affirmation he’s molding to my skin with each rub.

“Shit Steve where is she, he tore up the hallway-” Eddie walks with untied shoes to Steve practically hoisting me in his lap as I cry, he holds one of the positive tests.

Hey, Y/N...” Eddie accidentally steps in the pile of glass swept together, he finishes the job with a broom and dustpan. My breathing steadies a bit more with them here, I’m not alone.

“I'm sorry, I don’t have anyone else to call.”

“Hey now, none of that. Don’t apologize, you’d do the same thing if Eddie knocked me up.” I chuckle at Steve pinching his bicep, feeling relieved by the minute.

“You’d make a great mom.” I breathe deep trying to make the joke back,

“So are you.” Steve kisses my temple, swaying us in the living room. His words sink deep as I hide my wet cheeks and snotty-nose into his shoulder.

“Um, I don't know if you want your pee stick but I found it in the entryway.” Eddie sits criss-crossed in front of us, setting the test down like an offering in front of me. Taking a minute to finally tie his shoes, as if he hasn't tripped a billion times since leaving the apartment.

“Gross Eddie, it’s just called a pregnancy test.” Steve chortles straightening out his leg to kick the other in the thigh.

“Ow! You’ve hurt me deeply Stevie, I twas trying to lighten the mood. Also that pasta is the freaking bomb.” He swats Steve’s foot away when he nudges him again. Noticing a change in mood again, instead of sadness it’s anger.

“It made me sick, that’s how the conversation started...” I mumble against Steve,

“Wait am I going to get sick from eating some?” Eddie asks alarmed

“No stupid she’s having morning sickness, keep up.” He squints at his boyfriend as if to say ‘read the room’.

“Are you PMS-ing babe? You’ve been awfully mean-” The metal head pouts,

“Shush this is about Y/N.” The King with no crown points his finger angry,

“No, I love it when you two bicker like you’ve been married for 50 years.”

“One day with this one is a whole year’s worth of irritation.” Steve sticks out his tongue playfully at Eddie shaking his head.

“I wonder what 5 minutes of pleasure with me is then.” Eddie blows a kiss and wiggles his eyebrows.

“Ew stop being in love in front of my unborn child.” the silence is a pregnant as you are.

“So Robin wasn’t just drunk blabbering last night?” Steve rubs his warm hand along my back,

“Nope.” I pop the ‘p’, the silence overwhelms all of us until Eddie gets uncomfortable enough to speak.

“You don’t have to right this second but, you wanna tell us what’s going on?” He fumblingly asks with a concerned smile. I relay all of what happened tonight along with a few more tidbits.

“Billy hasn’t ever explicitly told me he didn’t want kids. So I wasn't expecting him to be excited and have everything figured out but he just left me.”

“Jesus Christ, you talk to anyone else?” Eddie wipes a hand over his forehead, I shake my head. Steve has been tense since I started talking about what Billy said.

“He say where he went?” Steve asks with deathly calm, I shake my head twirling the test in my hands.

“I know where he is, and I’m gonna kill ‘im.” Eddie stands up, taking out his car keys.

“No Eddie!” I whine,

“Munson, where the hell are you going?” Steve stands beside me,

“To talk some sense into this asshole, I love you I’ll be back-” He kisses Steve before running out of the complex.

“Don’t get arrested!” Steve yells out, turning back around to me. “How about you get cleaned up? I’ll clean up out here and we can watch a movie together on the couch like old times.” He offers, holding my arms and massaging my biceps to encourage laughter.

“What about the drywall? And the kitchen-”

“Y/N/N. I’ll call Wayne in the morning, I’m sure he’s got the tools from patching up the trailer. And I’ll clean the kitchen so you don’t get sick again because of the food aversion.”

“You’re stubborn...” I pout, moving over the broken pieces of wall and furniture in the hallway.

“Nah just enough to not take shit from you and Henderson.” He laughs, picking up the trashed things in the hall as I enter the bathroom.

Turning on the shower to warm up a few seconds allows the room to fill with steam. The first thing I see in the mirror is me, hazy and weak. Too weak to handle side effects a a little blue pill, to weak to stick up for myself and yell back, too weak to fix things. The mirror fills with steam as quickly as I fill with dread. I start undressing only able to see my body from a upper preview. For weeks I thought I was bloated, stressed out from my job and not working out. The normal protective pudge of my stomach has a small softball size curve that doesn’t move like the rest of me. It’s hard to suck in, and more prominent when I full relax. I don’t feel scared for myself, but scared of what I can offer. Alone, I’m barely able to remember to drink water but always remember to do the dishes before bed to make breakfast easier to have.

Lamenting through my own thoughts, I shake them away. There’s doctors to talk about this kind of thing, that’s what they’re there for. Support groups for mothers who don’t know what to do. The kids have taught me a lot but none of them except Erica were even under ten when we’d first met. When it’s your own child, it’s a whole different ball game. There will still be a team surrounding me even as the opponents team boo’s and hollers. Now it’s a waiting game to see if my pitcher is with me.

I like to think Billy is a good man, not by any means by himself. Repaired as many relationships as he could, hate who he was before. He thinks before acting but I’d seen that look before, anger is normally a response to a much deeper and complex feeling. Fear, frustration, sadness. He’s been taught his whole life that the answer is to push those other things away, make room for hate, bigotry and self preservation. While I grew up in a different way, in a different world. Built for me to fail, built for me to resent motherhood as the only outcome for my life. The only thing a woman is good at, but doesn’t receive the credit for only the blame and the hard work it takes. To be loved by the things you can create but not the person you are. Billy is just as scared as I am, but I will not be the one to fix this. I will not be alone.

Masterlist

#Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #dad!billy x mom!reader #billy hargrove x gf!reader #stranger things #stranger things smut #Fix it fanfiction

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fayes-fics · 8 months

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Ooh, if I’m not too late for your kink drabbles, may I request Modern, Anthony, and Public

Kinktober: Anthony + Public Sex

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Paring: Anthony Bridgeton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, public sex, vaginal sex.

Author’s note: hi lovely 🫶 thanks for this ask; I hope you enjoy what my muse came up with! 😁🧡

Velvet abraids your shoulder blades as you pant into his neck, nose filled with his delicious cologne. Below you, the room is filling up with party guests. Right now, up on the balcony, partially concealed behind a pillar and that heavy curtain he has you pushed against, Anthony is filling you with something else entirely. Sparkly dress rucked up around your bum; one leg held hooked high on his muscular forearm, underwear pushed to one side, the elastic edge of it snagging your clit as he thrusts into you.

“I know how cranky you get without an orgasm,” he whispers smugly into your ear, “I'm just doing a public service here.”

Literally, in this case. Servicing you in public. Unseen, but only as long as you can keep quiet to not attract attention. You want to roll your eyes at his arrogance, but his cock feels so damn good that they roll shut instead, being too thoroughly fucked to protest his comment audibly.

“I love to watch your struggle to stay silent,” he smirks, tilting your head back, sliding his mouth hot down your throat with an edge of teeth.

You stare at the ceiling and cling to him for dear life. The sound of people mingling fills the room, but you are still glad your evening shoe has an ankle strap so it doesn't clatter loudly to the floor under this intense fucking. You want nothing to interrupt this.

When he whispers in your ear that your stupid ex has arrived, a thrill races down your spine at the idea he could look up and see you. See what you have moved onwards and upwards to—a man who will fuck you this thoroughly.

“Harder,” you growl softly, wanting to feel this tomorrow.

And Anthony obliges—changes angle and makes you see stars. And that is how you orgasm, his hand clamped loosely over your mouth as you whimper loudly, your pussy convulsing so hard that he has to fight to stay inside you, showering you with little words of encouragement before he tips over the edge too.

Perhaps the greatest birthday present you have ever gotten.

No taglist as these drabbles are so short

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton smut #anthony bridgerton imagine #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #bridgerton smut #bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x female reader #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x female reader

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marlynnofmany · 1 year

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Kittens in Space

The first rule of keeping cats aboard a spaceship is don’t lose the cats on the spaceship. I know this. I know it better than the rest of the crew! I’m the Earthling here, the animal expert with actual veterinarian training, and I’m the one who brought them onboard. I told the captain with confidence that I could keep track of them.

Well, guess what I just did.

The problem was immediately obvious when I woke up. Every morning for the last few days had started with cutesy kitten pounces and thumps as they batted toys about the room. Sometimes I’d get a tail in my face; other times I’d hear a crash as they discovered how to reach another yet high shelf. Not once had I woken to silence.

Today I did. And as soon as I realized it, I sat up with a jerk to scan the room, my heartbeat loud in my ears.

Catnip mice and foam balls were everywhere. My shoes were still on the coat hooks; they hadn’t managed to knock them down yet. Nothing was swatted off the shelves. And no kittens lay on the floor dead after eating alien food, so at least there was that. But where were they?

I moved my feet toward the floor, disturbing a lump that meowed sleepily. Tapestry the mom cat was curled up on my bed; I hadn’t seen her. And now that I wasn’t jostling the blankets anymore, she curled back up for some hard-earned rest.

But no kittens. I stroked her tabby fur and looked for smaller balls of fluff, but found none. She didn’t seem worried. Hopefully that was a good sign. I stood and hurried to the bathroom.

My quarters were small, basically just the two rooms, since I spent most of my time with the rest of the crew. There really shouldn’t have been any good hiding spots that I hadn’t already blocked off. The bed didn’t even have space underneath it; that’s where my clothes drawers were. And I’d made sure the little fluffbrains couldn’t open those on their own, much less close them again.

They weren’t in the bathroom. Not in the closed-lid toilet, or the space-age shower stall, or the cabinet of supplies. Not in the trash can (again). They hadn’t gotten closed up in the foldable sink; I always left it sticking out of the wall. Where were they?

They couldn’t have gotten out into the hallway. No. Just not possible. I would have heard if someone inexplicably opened the door to my quarters without knocking, not that anyone would. Especially while I was asleep.

I told myself that there was no way they could be wandering the ship and getting stuck in the engine room. Mimi would notice animals hiding among his engine parts. Heck, the entire ship was bound to have someone around, ready to spot the furry little troublemakers, no matter how stealthy they were. I was pretty sure they resembled food on at least one homeworld. My crewmates weren’t the sort to hurt them, though; everyone knew full well that I had them here. The kittens wouldn’t be mistaken for pests.

Hopefully.

I really don’t want to announce to everyone that I’ve lost them, I thought, leaving the bathroom. They’ve got to be in here somewhere. What am I missing?

I surveyed the toy-covered room, trying for the umpteenth time to see catproofing opportunities that I hadn’t addressed.

Bed, bookshelf, other shelves. Bedside table with the lamp bolted down. Desk and chair. The litterbox was in the bathroom, with the food and water dishes along the wall beside me. There were no curtains to climb, and hardly any decorations, just the digital window with its chunky gold frame — someone’s secondhand idea of class — and the fake plants on the shelves. The bite marks on those weren’t new.

But the positioning was.

I stepped closer, staring and second-guessing, and yes they were definitely pushed out of place. And now that I thought about it, the digital frame was slightly crooked too. That spectacular alien sunset with the planetary rings in the background was out of alignment with the corner of the room.

Like someone stepped on it. Now where would they—

I froze in place, feeling stupid. Ah. Right.

Ever look at something so often that you stop noticing it? I may have mentioned that this was a spaceship. Metal walls, plasticky floors, no real windows.

A ceiling covered in twisty pipes.

I hadn’t considered catproofing the ceiling; it was too high to reach (ha), and surely not the kind of place that kittens would hide.

But as I stepped onto the bed and brought my face up close to the lowest curve, I realized that the faint engine sounds I’d long gotten used to sounded an awful lot like purring.

There they were. All five of the fuzzy little bastards were snuggled into a happy pile among the pipes without a care in the world. They meeped sleepily when I stuck a hand in.

“I can’t believe you,” I murmured. They ignored me.

The air was warm but not hot, and the pipes were vibrating faintly. While Captain Sunlight had assured me that there was no radiation to worry about, I figured it couldn’t hurt to double-check. Sleeping on top of the things could easily be a different prospect from sleeping in a bed below.

“All right, down for now,” I told them, scooping up the kittens despite their protests and setting them on the bed. “Be good little fluffbrains and sleep here while I — no? No, of course not.” They were already tumbling to the floor with strident mews for food. Tapestry stretched and jumped down as well.

I sighed and got out the cat food. If I was quick about it, I could get out the door before they tried to follow me. That net I’d tried to rig up as a baby gate hadn’t stopped them crawling under.

“Good kitties,” I said, tugging my shoes on as they ate. “You behave yourselves. I’m just going to make sure your favorite new hiding place isn’t going to give you extra eyeballs or something. Maybe I’ll set up a new shelf there so you don’t fall on my face during the night.”

I slipped out the door just as the first kitten finished eating — appropriately enough, it was the gray shorthair who Mimi had insisted I name after him. There weren’t any green cats in the litter, so gray was close enough.

“Meeeeee,” declared Mimi-the-kitten as the door closed.

“Yup,” I agreed.

Once I was sure the latch wasn’t about to pop loose, I took long strides toward the engine room. My heartbeat was totally calm and normal; why do you ask?

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The ongoing backstory of the main character from this book. More to come!

#my writing #the Token Human #humans are weird #cats #kittens #life with cats #haso #hfy #eiad

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blueparadis · 1 year

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3:30 P.M. + CHIGIRI HYOMA.

—› dark content, viewers discretion advised ; fem!sub!reader, soft dom!chigiri, ēxplicit sūmt,( pseudo ) or ( step )incest ( open to interpretation ), light bondage, cūnnilingus, nipple stimulation, use of pet names, sprinkle of angst, slight somno ( consensual ). based on this idea. word count — 1k ; enjoy reading. —› syn; early summer vacation springs a new opportunity for Chigiri to be closer to you, his little sister.

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Today, the afternoon feels like a day in July. It is the end of May. Chigiri just finished drying his hair out. He notices that you are asleep in his bed, the window is not open, curtains are drawn in and the air conditioner is on. He smiles to himself thinking how you still have some strange habits even though you grew up —so fast and full.

The air conditioner in your room is not working properly and it has not been a day since you crashed at his place, your elder brother’s place. What else you could do when your college decided to announce early start of summer vacation due to excessive heat? Stay at hostel and rot alone? Everyone was going home and so did you.

Seeing you, his little sister, peacefully sleeping in his bed with the air conditioner on made Hyoma smile to himself. She never changes. He walks towards the bed and tries to wake you up. You have a thin quilt covering your body and he thinks you would wake up in a minute if he removed that. After some futile attempts of, “Oye, wake up.”, “sleep after having lunch.” and as such he finally decided to go with his last resort, that is, to pull your covers. Ah geez! she's so handful, part of him does not want to wake you up since he thinks this excessive heat has drained you. So, you need rest after all —

Oya, what's this? His little sister sneaks into his bed with the least clothes on. Just a loose camisole and a panty. Maybe you missed him at the hostel after all which is why you took the first opportunity to come home as soon as the holidays were declared. What a pity it is that you fell asleep while waiting for him, just the way he likes— pretty and all dolled up. Even your hair is tied in a loose ponytail, just the way he prefers.

Chigiri lifts up the camisole and tucks it above your boobs, clustering it around your neck. The sight of your boobs slowly getting coated with goosebumps takes his breath away. It brings back memories. He just showered but it is hard to resist at this point. He bends to pepper dry kisses over your sternum, belly and retreats. He can't, not right now. Mom is in the kitchen but he remembers locking the door behind him. It wouldn't hurt, would it? You shift your body releasing a soft hum but Hyoma’s reflexes turn up. He cautiously holds your arm so that you do not shift to one side. He takes a glance towards the doorknob of his room. It's locked. perfect.

Chigiri untied his ponytail and held the rubber band in between his teeth. Carefully, he placed both of your hands above your head and holding one of your wrists he placed the rubber band around your wrist. A warm exhale follows through before he creates an infinity loop to bind your other free wrist. One more loop and he will be able to hook your knotted hands to the metal headboard of the bed. There is an opening, he can see it, he can see that how he can put it to better use.

He retreats to his original deed, that is, to pepper kisses all over your chest. This time he takes one more step taking your aroused hard nipples in his mouth and sucking them but not too much. He is careful not to wake you up. You hum and try to roll but your fastened arms keeps you from doing so. Hyoma positions himself in between your legs, hands resting along your chest as he keeps sucking your nipples, placing wet kisses and meek bites. The trail of soft moans, long exhales does not help rather it escalates his desires. He can not let you sleep through the main event. You would be furious if you woke up with his cock inside you. Although, he loves when you throw such tantrums but it can wait. He has got whole summer vacation for that.

Chigiri towers above you, again, at your half-asleep form. He has already discarded his sweatpants. The strain in his pants is growing and he is loving the thrill of it as he proceeds to slip aside your panty, run his fingers through your wet folds. It is better than he imagined. You are already so wet just by getting sucked onto your nipples. He thinks you can take his cock at ease. But, at the same time he does not want to take the risk of hurting you.

So, he lowers his mouth in front of your pussy. Licking from the base up to the top of your vagina, he whispers,“ wake up dove, you don't wanna miss the main event do you?” A moment later you find it hard to move your body, restrained moans and squelching noises reaching your ears as you digest that you are, in fact, tied in.

“Nii-san,” you mewl. Head dizzy and face warm seeing him, your elder brother, in between your legs while sucking and licking your cunt with closed eyes as if he is being permitted to taste the forbidden fruit.

“oh, you're awake.” Chigiri chimes as he adjusts himself to your entrance while pumping his cock. “Glad that you didn't miss the main event.”

“Nii-san,—” you call out wary of being caught, being seen like this but before you could ask him, he has alreday started kissing your dry lips making them wet with your arousal. The tip of his cock nudging your wet folds. He hovers above you so as to push his cock inside you.

“welcome back, princess.” he whispers as you feel his cock deep inside you, so deep that you feel you would black out a moment later. But wait, you feel he is inside you at ease without much pang. So, you glance at him, at his cock and figure out that he is wearing a condom.

Of course, it was foolish to think that he would do it without the condom. It's always been like this.

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slamminslamminmcgill · 3 months

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joel getting off of a carpenter job all sweaty and smelling like lumber and probably a little beer and uhhhhhhhhh stealing his sweaty shirts and huffing them when he goes to shower. what who said that 🧍‍♂️

rl quick shoutout to my dilf friend who hosts the orgy he smells rly good and i huffed his pits last night so this one’s your fault babes mwah

anatomical terms: cunt, dick

Is this how drug dogs feel?

When some idiot’s trying to sneak weed through customs, is this how excited they get when they catch a whiff?

Well, probably not this excited, and either way, it’s not the smell that hypes them up, but the promise of a treat afterwards.

You, on the other hand, were attracted to the smell itself, or at least the idea of it. Specifically, Joel’s scent as soon as he walked into the apartment, face flushed, brow dotted with sweat, wet patches pooling under his armpits, sawdust sprinkling him from head to toe, ripped jeans with paint splatters on them. He looked gorgeous, so masculine and powerful. Jesus was a carpenter too, wasn’t he? Yeah, that tracks. No wonder he had twelve dudes following him all the time. Joel’s smell was as conspicuous as lighting a blunt in the airport, something that’d surely attract the dogs.

He wiped his Timberland boots on the mat, then knelt down to untie them. You watched, entranced, as he kicked them off and unbuckled his tool belt. You wanted nothing more than to rush him and face-plant into his armpits, but you figured you should show at least some restraint.

“I’m’onna take a shower,” Joel said matter-of-factly, dropping his tool belt on the counter. “Scream if ya need me.”

Shit, if that’s all it took, you’d scream for him to suffocate you in his pits and let you huff that glorious Man Smell™️ until you pass out, but that wasn’t what he meant. He meant “Unless you’re being murdered, don’t bother me for the next 20 minutes”.

No matter. You could easily keep yourself busy in that time.

Once the shower was on, you cloaked your footsteps under the sound of running water. Slowly, ever so slowly, you tiptoed to the bathroom and cracked the door open. Joel wouldn’t have been able to see you through the shower curtain, anyway, but you didn’t want him catching on. You slid your arm through the gap and blindly felt around for the first piece of clothing you could grab. At the first touch of cotton, you hooked your fingers into it, yanked it through the door, and inspected your prize: his t-shirt. Jackpot.

Having snagged your precious treasure, you shut the bathroom door and practically skipped off to your room. You flopped onto your bed, held the balled-up shirt to your face, and took a big whiff. Sweat, lumber, testosterone, and what you guessed to be either Modelo or Corona. Whatever it was, it was just one ingredient, one splash in this hedonistic cocktail that made it all the more intoxicating. Your cunt was already crying for attention, so you slipped your fingers in your underwear to soothe it. Rubbing along your own slit, spreading the wetness around, pinching your dick and stroking it, you tended to your needs as best you could, the musky shirt muffling your moans. You’d gotten so invested, so focused on your task, that you forgot to listen for the shower turning off. You only realized your mistake when it came barging through your bedroom door.

“Hey, have you seen my-?” Joel started, and then stopped mid-question when you answered it for him. Yes. Yes, you had seen his shirt. And now he had seen it, balled up in your desperate fist, while your other hand rubbed your even more desperate cunt.

No fucking shot of explaining your way out of this one. He knew immediately.

Joel snorted at the pathetic sight before him, “Oh my god, that’s… What is wrong with you, kid?”

You laid frozen on the bed as he approached, surely taking his sweet time to let your embarrassment fester. Once he was within range, he snatched the shirt out of your hand, and said,

“Don’t go stealin’ my shit, boy. Next time you want somethin’ from me, use your words and just fuckin’ ask.”

#anon #ask #tlou #tlou x reader #tlou smut #joel miller #joel miller headcanon #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut

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kaznejis · 6 months

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The Great Sunshine- Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part I)

Realisation had dawned upon you in that booth, your fingers stinging as you curled them together, jaw trembling as you scooped up your belongings and escaped the scene. They had done it, the team had finally done it. Half the population was back. Which could only mean that Bucky was back.

Word Count: 3.8K / Read it on AO3 / Series masterlist

A/N- This is a series- once there are multiple parts I will create a masterlist/ link it on this post. I hope you enjoy. :)

The last remnants of dust floated beyond your peripheral as you cast a finger along the shelves mounted upon the wall of the dingy motel room. It had been cheap, quick; no questions asked as the keys had been dropped into your palm, the corners of the frail woman’s eyes tight as she recognised you for the sparks at your fingertips and the static at the ends of your hair. You had simply nodded, eyes downcast as you turned to ascend the stairs layered in patchwork carpet, floorboards creaking as you searched the hallways for your soon-to-be humble abode, Room 208. The door was a dull red, marred with years of use, years of visitors like you; people looking for an escape, an undocumented place to hide.

Smoked-stained walls surrounded you as you carried out the usual ministrations- check under the bed, within the wardrobes, behind the shower curtain and finally, secure each and every potential entrance point. Routine procedures kept you safe, secure; allowed you to catch at least a portion of sleep each night that would be spent in the unfamiliar room.

You knew, deep down, that you wouldn’t be here long. The fickle remnants of time that you could grasp were running out, with each day that you made progress- a trail crept behind your every step. You’d catch glances of it in front of your apartment, at your usual table in your favourite coffee shop; frequenting places you had stepped foot in only days prior.

You were tired, so tired. Your energy depleting with each day of watching your own back, feeling your every footstep being retraced. You had been someone once, an Avenger in fact. Public appearances and intel missions had been the norm- you were appreciated for your agility and mind; tech-savviness and strategy moulded into one. Children dressed as your age appropriate counterpart for Halloween, people cheered as you defeated the baddie of the day; reaching for you and grappling at your suit as they praised the saviour that gracefully descended towards them. Their very own gods among men.

Then half the population disappeared, half of your friends disappeared.

He disappeared.

You had become desperate, everyone had; sleepless nights bled into sleepless days as the remaining ruins of the team searched every corner of intuitive technology and artificial intelligence in order to find something, anything that would get back the people you had lost. In hindsight, it had been a terrible idea, one doomed from the first inkling of a thought. It had been the beginning of the time travelling experiments, a test into the limits of the human body- the first of the tests to require a human subject, to which you had instantly volunteered yourself- pleading and begging with Tony to let you help, let you make yourself useful where you could. Desperation, after all.

Steves sombre eyes had watched as you were hooked to the machine, wires protruding from your arms and legs and chest, monitors readily waiting to take readings and stabilise in the event of an emergency, You had watched him back, a hopeful smile sent his way- you knew now what he had been thinking, knew exactly who he was thinking of. The man that would never have allowed you to volunteer yourself in the first place, the one that fought to keep you safe- even in that final battle in Wakanda, his hand gripped firmly within yours as he faded away, leaving you with nothing but the cold, empty chill of grief. Nevertheless, Steve had stood back; his form stoic and arms crossed.

Desperation.

Tony had given the thumbs up, granted you with an encouraging grin before disappearing behind the screen; Bruce had flicked the switches and pulled down his protective goggles. After that, you could only remember the pain. The spark of a faulty wire having come loose in the blinding light of the team’s excitement, in the blinding memory of the people you had all lost and that you could’ve possibly gotten back. But instead, the electricity had bolted into your body, through your blood and straight to your heart. As the pain coursed through your body, as your chest heaved and your arms writhed, something mutated within you. You would later learn that it had always resided in you, every time you had been back benched for a mission or held back, deemed ‘too weak’ for certain threats in comparison to the superhumans amongst the team, those powers had always been there. A beacon of wasted potential had always bleated within you; readily waiting to be activated.

If only it hadn’t activated once the world had already ended.

The failed experiment left you with a constant burn, a constant glow to your being as your powers rushed alongside your blood, beated alongside your heart, its thoughts intertwining with your own. Sparks emerged at your fingertips at the slightest physical touch, lights flickered when you felt anger- your own emotional intensity would be exposed within the glow of your eyes, every time.

You were insatiable. Unstoppable, you finally felt like you could make a change: truly save people from the dangers of society that remained. At first, you were a sign of hope- a sign that options were still out there, undiscovered equations and new possibilities. Breakthroughs were imminent, the team spent any given moment secluded to the confines of a laboratory- testing any and every possibility they could imagine. But, with new power comes new responsibility. You were a danger to yourself and the rest of the team. Your emotional instability halted your ability to truly hone your craft- the experienced sorcerers within the likes of Wanda and Doctor Strange were gone. Surrounded by scientists and assassins, you could only receive analytical advice- the best ways not to use your powers, how to keep yourself and others safe instead of what you needed to know, how to truly harness it.

A botched mission had ended it all- a simple intel task into an uprising post-blip gang ending in a field of scattered bodies; your powers had taken a mind of their own as the simple thrust of your hand had shot a line of electricity through the soldiers who had posed only a minor threat. The bodies of young men and young women ricocheting at your feet, electricity bleating from their pores and smoke rising from their skin. The bodies of people who had simply been fighting for what they had believed in, their fear manipulated and twisted into a desire to fight. Not a speck of blood stained your skin.

You had killed before, of course you had, but not like that. Not that many people at once.

You were a monster, slowly becoming unable to face the fear that your powers had begun to garner. The fans that had once bounded towards you in the street now kept their distance, flinching at the static of your electricity even if you made no move to wield it. However, the worst was the reaction from your friends, your counterparts, your family. They were wary, far too aware of the instability in the world and far too aware of the sensitivity of your powers adjacent to that, you were a ticking time bomb in a society hanging from mere seams. You were a liability to the team- both alive and dead.

So, you left. Packed a bag and fled the compound on foot in the dead of night, with a flick of your wrist the electric mainframe was down; effectively disabling the sensors that would have triggered the moment you had left the grounds.

That was the last you had seen of the Avengers.

In your wake, the team had seemingly continued on successfully. Only mere months after your escape, you had sworn as an entourage of previous customers suddenly appeared within the dead-end diner you favoured; tables and seats crashing to the ground as people were reinstated back into the universe. Beneath the table, your fingers had crackled with electricity- shock coursing through you as you watched an outbreak of turmoil; people screaming and crying, begging for help as they returned to a place they no longer belonged, the fear they had previously felt in that moment five years ago still remaining. It was almost as if they had blinked, never left at all.

Half the population was back.

Which could only mean that Bucky was back.

Your knees had shook as you clasped onto the side of the Diner’s wall, stomach churning as you imagined him reappearing in that field in Wakanda, grains of his being coursing back into reality in the same way the people in that diner had, his hand still outstretched; clasping onto your phantom hand that he had clutched onto five years prior as the world had ended. You imagined his hair, now long and healthy; the strands flying as he searched for you, his brain muddled with questions of where you were, where the rest of the team was. But you were here, outside of a stupid, greasy diner, and he was out there, alone in an overgrown valley; surrounded by unfamiliarity.

Your relationship with Bucky was a hard one to define- it had been everything and nothing all at once. Being on the run had been tumultuous, constantly watching your backs- in a world where you couldn’t trust anyone, you had known all along that you could trust Bucky. You lived within a mirage of safety beneath his ever-watchful gaze, basking in both his strengths and his horrors as you leaned upon each other for support. When the suggestion for Bucky to go to Wakanda arose, you readily volunteered to go with him, to help him break away from the demons that resided within. There, you had grown close, too close. Exposing yourselves to each other in both body and soul- nights spent intertwined together on that creaky wicker bed, nights spent with hands in his hair and hot breaths against the skin of your throat.

“Promise we’ll never be apart,” you had whispered one night, the crackle of the fire sounding nearby your connected bodies, your cheeks warm with love and adoration as you stared up at Bucky, “No matter what.”

He had smiled, cheeks crinkling as a hand moved to smooth your hair away from your face, the move complimented with a kiss pressed to the curve of your exposed shoulder, “Of course, Sweetheart.” His eyes had held nothing but sincerity then, and you had believed it. You had trusted that the world had finally calmed, the serenity of Wakanda weakening your lays of defence.

You had loved him, really truly loved him. You still did, of course you did- but you weren’t sure how to love someone who you hadn’t seen in five years, someone whose face you could hardly recall. A large, poisonous part of you wished that you had been blipped, lost in the wind so that you hadn’t had to experience the last five years. Hadn’t had to experience the feeling of your own body turning against you, the whole world turning against you. You could have simply reappeared beside Bucky, thrown yourself into his arms and cried into his shoulder- have blubbered out your love for him and pressed your lips to his, smiling against his mouth and celebrated being alive.

But instead, you mourned what had been lost in the event of your survival.

In the days following the world’s return, you had drowned in the depths of insecurity, the loneliness that had plagued you for five years warped your brain as you lived comfortably in the idea that Bucky wouldn’t come looking for you, that he had simply forgotten about you in the midst of the blip- but whilst you had lived, he had not; that Bucky from five years ago was the same one that had returned. The very same one that had stood in front of your apartment building only weeks later.

You had stood frozen, but undetected, around a corner; a nearby streetlamp buzzed and flickered as you stared horrified at the man only mere metres away. Your body practically ached with yearning as you stared at him, his hair buzzed and crop; strong shoulders accentuated by the lines of his cotton collared jacket. He stood at the top of the main entrance, a small sheet of paper held aloft in his hand. For a few moments he scoured the selection of buttons, before reaching forward and firmly pressing one.

You watched in horror as he pressed the intercom for your apartment.

Obviously, as you were cowering around a corner and not currently within the, no longer safe, confines of your apartment- the subsequent five presses to the intercom went wholly unanswered. Scratching at his stubble, you watched as he turned and walked back down the stairs of the main entrance before spinning on his heel and staring up at the building; a hand shielding his gaze from the bright street light above. You had luckily opted to leave the window closed and curtains open before leaving; no lights on, no sign of life- nobody home. It seemed that Bucky reached the same conclusion as he stared up at what he had assumed to be your apartment, as evidenced by the gusty sigh he released, shoving the piece of paper dejectedly into the pocket of his jacket.

The moment of reprieve allowed you to seclude into the depths of your mind, how had he found you? It seemed that the covert operations of his Winter Soldier days had never quite rescinded as he had evidently used some form of illegal means to know your location. Bribery, you had assumed, your landlord had been a blood-thirsty money hound; making it his mission to bleed you dry of every spare penny you owned. You held no doubt that he had practically spewed every detail about your life to Bucky the minute the bills had left his pocket.

Worry had crept through your veins then, up your arms and wringing at your neck- Bucky could not see you like this. You weren’t the same person you had been five years ago; the gleam within your eyes and the volts at your fingertips were evidence of that. There would be too much explaining to do, too much emotional turmoil to unpack, too much anger. You had to run, run from the responsibility and the very ties that had resulted in the circumstances of your life now.

You had to get Bucky away from the apartment you were about to vacate, lease be damned.

Manipulating the worry that had settled in your throat, casting tears within your eyes; you reached a hand forward, curling your fingers and reaching your conscience towards a street lamp further down the street; you knew that Bucky had taken on the responsibility of a saviour now, a true Avenger ready to jump to the rescue at any given moment. Your chest stuttered and heaved as electricity coursed through you, a fizzing sensation filled the back of your throat as the lamp’s heat shot upward, the bolts flying from the lightbulb as it exploded- the fuze blowing as sparks rained down onto the street. Bucky reacted instantly, sprinting towards the commotion; allowing you the precious time to run towards the building and jump the side fence, immediately scaling the fire exit and heaving open your apartment’s back window. Despite the weight in your chest, both from the exertion of using your powers and running, you allowed no time to breathe as you shoved whatever you could into a bag.

Despite your fervour, you managed a split second to glance out of the window; the same one that Bucky had looked up towards. Upon glancing down the street, you froze, horror climbing its way back up into your throat; eyes widening and hands trembling as you realised what you had done.

Not only had you blown the bulb within the street light, but also its entire electrical mainframe- the large metal structure of the light laying splayed across the street. But that wasn’t what the horror, what you had done was not a victimless crime. A young woman lay trapped beneath the fallen structure, crying and screaming out; her face a sheen of white as her breaths became meagre. A crowd were desperately attempting to lift the metal, Bucky included; his face juxtaposed the woman’s in a way, red and scrunched with exertion as he carried the weight of the entire pillar. You could only hold your breath as the metal was successfully lifted, the crowd parting as Bucky moved in to check the woman’s pulse. Her head went limp then, falling to the side under the exertion of her own pain; that sheen of white melting into a deep grey.

Gusts of wind trickled throughout the street, moving the hairs of the crowd; rustling the trees beyond which the branches curled and stretched outwards, mimicking the dance splayed upon the volts between each of your fingers. The dance intensified as Bucky looked towards the crowd and shook his head, remorse within the droop of his eyelids as he announced her death- his fingers still attached to the curve of her neck as his mouth crumpled and his opposed hand thumbed at the space between his eyebrows; his own hidden signs of despair.

That thought was all you needed to kick into action; haul your bags over your shoulder and exit the building- immediately beginning your hike in the opposite direction of the commotion. You were, well and truly, a monster. The first time it had been an accident, but this was no accident. You had pointed your mind towards the light, held a hand forward and manipulated a physical state of matter- that had been a conscious choice. But you knew, worst of all, you knew that Bucky would blame himself for this- blame himself for not reaching her in time, not being able to save her in time. You had caused that. You had allowed your emotions to get the better of you, allowed yourself to drown in the depths of your emotions. If merely seeing Bucky caused you to do that, you were a liability when at his side; just as you had been with the Avengers.

In that moment, you vowed that you would never see Bucky again, that you would travel to the ends of the Earth if it meant avoiding his trail; avoiding the way he made you feel. You would live a traceless life, until the day that everybody finally forgot who you were; left you to live in solitude, punishing yourself for the damage your powers had caused.

So, that is how you found yourself in that motel, in the room with the dull red door; with the woman at the front desk who had cowered at the sight of your powers.

Exhausted, you collapsed against the headboard of the old, rickety bed; the springs protesting as you shuffled into a comfortable position before switching on the cranky box of a television mounted upon a rotting wooden desk. You tended to allow yourself small comforts now, it had been two weeks since that fateful day; two weeks since you had last laid eyes on Bucky- though, you had felt him; felt him in the long lines at coffee shops, felt him amongst the shelves in the book store, felt him in the open plains of busy highways as you hitchhiked into the next city. He wasn’t far away, slowly but surely he was catching up.

And how right you had been.

As you fumbled with a torn string at the hem of your shirt, the news channel’s usual theme tune sounded; the bright logo casting shadows throughout the dingy room- the showing went through the usual ministrations of showing the weather, discussing the latest news; until the screen cut to two familiar faces. Instantly, you rose from the bed and stood in front of the television; nose practically pressed to the glass of the screen.

Upon the screen stood Bucky and Sam, both suited up and armed to the teeth; Bucky with his knives and metal arm on show, Sam with his shield- that shield. The sight of it only evoked a bitter feeling upon your tongue, your most prevalent memory of Steve was that of him showing no objection to you being used as a human-guinea pig in the team’s experiments. Nevertheless, both stood before the camera, expressions serious as the reporter introduced the two of them; a banner appeared on the screen detailing both their legal and ‘superhero’ names.

“So, gentleman, do you have any comments to give regarding the ongoing investigation?”

Bucky stepped forward, his jaw tight as he nodded, the reporter had to follow his actions with the microphone as he did; Bucky seemingly acting allergic to the technology as he moved away at every attempt of it being within a suitable distance of his mouth, “Upon the jurisdiction of Captain America himself, we vow today- we will take down whoever did this,” Sam nodded, his arm crossed and America emblem prominent as he surveyed Bucky as he spoke, “We believe that this attack is the beginning of a series of similar targeted attacks.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, attacks? You weren’t personally aware of any mishaps; maybe you had truly made it off the grid.

Sam stepped forward then, his gaze hard as he took hold of the microphone himself, “We believed the attack against Ailene Richards was a targeted one; she was a young woman with a bright future. Our evidence shows that the street light falling was no accident- the remains of the bulb were not only shattered, but they had exploded; the wires within the metal pole were torn to pieces.”

“Captain, are you suggesting that the causes of this attack were … supernatural, one of a sorcerer perhaps?”

“I am.”

“These are dangerous claims, how can you be so sure?”

“Because I was there.” Bucky stepped forward once again, his features took a new shade now- vengeance, “I saw that street light fall- those things are built with durability in mind; someone with extreme power, made sure that it landed on top of Miss Richards,” He paused then, his throat bobbing as he made direct eye contact with the camera, those stone-cold eyes piercing into your soul, “I watched as she died, so help me god, I will not rest until her life is avenged. Until I have found the person that did this.”

Whilst you had never felt so cold- the ice within your body made no move to thaw as the television exploded before you; your skin burning and hair tinged with heat as you simply sat, undisturbed; drowning within the depths of your mind.

It seemed that whilst you knew Bucky had been searching for the person you had once been, it hadn’t quite dawned upon you that he would also be searching for the person you had become.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #falcon and the winter soldier #marvel mcu #marvel #mcu fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader

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Do you wanna build a Snowman?

Advent day 13: snow storm

Pairing: Florence x Reader

“Well that’s my day cancelled.” You grumble beneath your breath as you stare out of window. There was snow. Several feet of it literally everywhere you looked and there was absolutely no sign of it stopping. Cars were covered, and the neighbours door opposite was barely visible leaving you to only assume yours would be the same.

With a sigh -because you knew your date day with Florence would inevitably be cancelled, you close the curtains and make your way out of the room. When you make it downstairs, you were alarmed to note that the front door was wide open and your girlfriend, who was normally in the kitchen around this time, was nowhere to be seen.

“What?” You make quick work of slipping on some shoes before heading towards the threshold of the door. The snow that had fallen into the house instantly freezes your bare legs, your teeth beginning to chatter as you glance around your front yard.

Almost immediately you see her. She was kneeling in front of something, clad in only an oversized sweater and pants. Before you could open your mouth to ask just what the hell she was doing, she seems to sense your presence and looks up. She immediately grins at the sight of you, but you were too confused to return it. You simply gesture her back towards the house, and after a brief moment of hesitation, she complies, stumbling to her feet and rushing towards you.

The grin was still on her lips as her soggy frame crashes into your arms, and after quickly closing and locking the front door, you pull her away from you slightly and reach up to cup her freezing cold cheeks.

“What on earth were you doing out there?” You question almost incredulously, and Florence chuckles at your tone as her own hands reach up to lightly circle your wrists.

“I was trying to build a snowman.” She murmurs somewhat meekly as her own teeth begin to chatter, and deciding to briefly ignore the absurdity of her words so you could get her dry, you reach down and tug at the end of her -your- hoodie. Her arms raise with ease, and you tug the oversized material up and off of her body before doing the same with her pants.

Clad now in only a tank top and underwear, you pull her flush against your chest.

You feel the warm exhale of content she releases against your skin, and with a quiet sigh, you crane your head down and press your lips against the top of her head.

“Maybe next time you could put on a coat before venturing outside?” You murmur, and Florence snorts slightly in amusement as she nods her head. Perhaps it hadn’t been the best idea to leave the house in just a hoodie, but she’d been so excited she hadn’t listened to any sort of reasoning the rational side of her mind had tried to give her.

When her shivering seemingly refuses to ease, you decide it would probably be best to get her into a warm shower. Not really wanting to let her go just yet, you simply bend down and hook your arms beneath her behind before lifting her slight frame up into your arms.

She immediately falls into you, chest flush against your own as her legs hook around your waist. You hold her close, a gentle hand absentmindedly grazing against her back as you carry her up to the bathroom.

You knew the consequences of her own actions would inevitably bite her in the butt, and you had a feeling, as she muffles a slight cough against your shoulder, that it would happen sooner rather than later.

Sick Florence was…well, a pain in the butt really. You knew this from years or experience. But you also knew, as you hold her trembling frame close, that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

#empyrean’s advent 2023 #sick!florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x reader #fluff #sickfic #Florence Pugh

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streamingcolors-gvf · 1 year

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Skin Deep - Part Three

Moodboard created by @jakekiszkasleftnutsack

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 10.2k

A/N: Sorry this took longer than expected! I’m really enjoying this series so far and hope y’all like this update. I’m excited to hear feedback as always. All the support and love is appreciated ❤️

Thank you Ness and Hannah for helping out with ideas on this chapter 🖤

Warnings: swearing, tobacco use, brief mentions of marijuana, sexually explicit content - MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral f!receiving, fingering, some dom!Jake, overstimulation and edging, dirty talk, praise kink, subby!Josh, choking if you squint really hard, spit kink, shit i should be locked up for, let me know if I missed anything!)

Masterpost, Part 2

Jake’s tongue roams across the water dripping down your neck, licking its way over your collarbones and between your breasts, giving them both a squeeze in his hands. He sinks to his knees in front of you, resembling the way he did last night when he applied the stencil.

“May I?” He asks, pointing to your tattoo that’s still covered by the bandage. You nod, granting him permission to take care of you.

With careful fingers, he starts to peel away the cling-wrap-like bandage from your leg. The clear film being pulled stings a little, but thankfully the warm water massages the pain and rinses away the ink from your leg. He takes a different soap than the one Josh used before off the shower ledge and starts to slowly massage it into a rich lather across your skin. He’s gentle in his movements, making sure not to press too hard on the sensitive area.

If it weren’t for the two of you being naked in the shower together, you could almost consider the gesture to be professional, one that he takes great pride in. Then you spot the crooked grin hooking at the corner of his lip when his fingers start to slip between your thighs, veering higher and higher with each pass.

You’re still a bit overstimulated from Josh using his fingers only minutes ago, so each teasing massage of Jake’s makes you jolt the closer he gets. A final stroke of his hand between your legs, one where his fingers graze against you, causes you to suck in a sharp breath.

You squirm away, huffing at his attempt to fluster you, “Hey!”

He looks up at you but doesn’t say anything at first. He leans forward instead, placing a kiss on the soft mound above your core. You reach out to grab his wet hair, groaning at the feeling of his teeth nipping across your belly as he stands to his feet. He chuckles when he hears the sound. “Am I doing something wrong?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “I’m not going to be able to walk after I leave here.”

He smiles, grabbing a bottle of conditioner and squirting some into the palm of his hand. Amused with your answer, he hums to himself as he rubs the product between his hands. You expect him to coat his hair, but he reaches around your shoulders to run his slicked fingers through yours.“Isn’t that the point?”

You roll your eyes, but can’t help yourself from leaning back into his hands as he works the conditioner into your hair. Once he’s satisfied, he does the same to his hair, finger-combing through the tangled ends. The next few minutes are the most relaxing out of the morning so far, being mostly calm and quiet as you both rinse your hair in silence while exchanging a few gentle kisses and touches.

Just before the water starts to get cold, Jake turns it off and quickly offers you a plush bath towel. He wraps another one around his waist and pads out of the bathroom before you can even step out of the shower.

He returns a minute later with clothes in hand and directs in a soft, yet authoritative voice. “Come here.”

Walking out of the bathroom, you follow him into his bedroom, refreshing your foggy memory of the interior. The walls are painted a rich, crimson color that encapsulates you in the gothic essence of his room. Sheer black curtains shield out most of the sunlight, casting the space in a hazy glow that allows your eyes to catch the tiny dust motes dancing through the air. The antique furniture is wooden and ornate, matching the Victorian-style vintage lamps on his nightstands. A massive four-post bed steals most of the attention in the room with its dark wood details and silken eggplant-colored sheets draped across the mattress. You stand in awe of its brooding romanticism, concluding that there wouldn’t be a more perfect place for Jake to reside in.

“Sit for me.”

You don’t question the order, and try to dry off as much as you can before sitting on the edge of the mattress. He acts as though he has no audience, tugging off the towel that’s been wrapped around his waist and drying off his hair before hanging it over his door. Now completely naked, he struts over to his dresser and plucks a tube of Aquaphor from the basket sitting on the wooden surface.

Even though you’ve seen him nude, and touched him, for nearly an hour at this point, having him act so comfortable around you like this makes you bashful in an embarrassingly giddy kind of way. With Josh, it just seemed so in character for him to stroll around naked without a care in the world, but with Jake, it feels more like a brazen act of confidence. Droplets of water fall from his hair and drip over his bare body, glistening in the little daylight that’s filtering into the room. Now that his back is turned to you for a few seconds, you’re able to peek at the large tattoo covering most of it. Even though you’re seeing it at a distance, you can still make out the details of a cloaked skeleton figure holding a lantern.

He moves through the room with a certain grace and you’re sure it’s painfully obvious to him that you’re staring, so you avert your eyes to your hands that are picking at the black fibers of the towel. He makes his way over to you to step between your legs, waiting patiently for your attention to fall back on him. “Are you getting shy on me, dove?”

You mumble through a poorly-concealed smile, “No.”

His fingers dance across the edge of the terrycloth, brushing against the supple skin of your thigh. Your eyes flit up to him to see a laugh fluttering from his lips as he smiles back at you, “You sure?”

You feel like now is as good of a time as any to ask, “So…what’s going on here?”

He huffs a short laugh, slipping his hand beneath the towel. “What do you mean?”

You squirm from the cool touch of his fingers sliding across your thigh toward your hip. Suddenly you feel nervous to clarify your question, but you push through the squeakiness of your voice from the tightening of your throat. “Like with you and Josh...with me?”

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, a devilish smirk appears before your eyes. He leans forward with a knee dipping into the bed, guiding you back on the mattress to where you’re balancing most of your weight on your elbows. His hand goes to work rubbing over the flesh of your hip while his parted lips brush the shell of your ear. “Ya’know, we were always told to share our toys when we were younger.” You shiver from the rasp of his voice tickling your brain as it blankets your damp skin. He pauses to let the thought sink in, nipping at your earlobe before releasing the intoxicating warmth of his panting breath over your neck. “I just think the toys have changed.”

You swallow through the dryness on your tongue, letting a curse slip out under your breath. The surge of endorphins is still buzzing throughout your body from your last orgasm, but you give into the touch, abandoning any sense of control or dignity you might’ve had left. You’re a ball of putty in his hands, melting into the plush throw that’s laid across the bed beneath you.

You slip your hand between your bodies, reaching between his legs until he stops you with a gentle hand wrapped around your wrist and brings your fingers to the nape of his neck. Keeping his voice light and affectionate, he murmurs into your cheek, “Don’t you worry about me. I’m taking care of you this time.”

The other hand that’s been gripping onto your hip snakes up your belly, breaking the hold of the towel so it falls to your sides, leaving you completely exposed to him. He smiles at the sight, biting at his lip as he takes you in for as long as he needs to. Just before you’re given the chance to complain, he dips his head down, causing a pitched cry to break from you when the wet ends of his hair tickle across your bare chest. He bites at the soft contour of your breast, leaving a sting with it just as his fingers run over your hardening nipple.

He lets out a pleased sigh, pressing his hardening cock against you as if lost in the moment, “I could spend all fucking day with you.”

Any response is stolen from you the second his warm tongue touches your skin, creating a path down the centerline of your body. Before your brain has the chance to catch up and process what’s happening, he’s slotted his head between your legs and hooked your left knee over his shoulder.

He kisses your inner thigh that’s resting by his cheek as he adjusts himself into a better position, nipping at the sensitive skin before soothing it with a teasing tongue. He looks at you in the dim lighting through heavy lids, admiring your beauty with barely-there brushes of his thumb over your bundle of nerves. You jolt up into the bed from the contact, but he keeps you planted where he wants you with his arm hooked around your belly.

Letting a hint of jealousy slip through the sultry tone of his voice, he asks, “He left you a bit sensitive, didn’t he?”

You hum your answer with a listless nod, trusting him enough for him to open your legs for a second time. You watch through blurred focus as he licks his thumb, wetting it with his saliva before bringing it back to your swollen clit again. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You whine his name, bucking your hips at the feeling of his finger rubbing over you. He stops the movement knowing you’re creeping near the edge of overstimulation. “Would it be better if I use my mouth instead?”

“Please,” you whimper the hushed plea as you throw your head back into the blankets.

The next thing you feel is the warmth of his breath clinging to you with every exhale. “I didn’t hear you, dove.”

It’s too much, yet not nearly enough, and it feels as though you might explode with anticipation. You’re not looking at him, but you know he’s enjoying how much he’s taunting you with the promise of it — the tiny puffs of air from his laughter, the feather-light touch of his wet lips slipping over you, the way his fingers press into the soft flesh. When you do open your eyes, you’re surprised to see your reflection staring back at you in the mirror fixed to the ceiling above the bed.

The new angle gives you a view of his profile, allowing you to see his long hair swept across his shoulders, and how it covers some of the tattoos inked into the skin on his upper back. You’re focusing on how he looks tucked between your legs — how his hands hold onto your naked body. After a minute of silence, he notices you staring at the image of him, and turns his head up to meet your gaze in the mirror, “Pretty neat, huh?”

You push out a breathless laugh and Jake finally dips his tongue into you, licking a languid stripe from your entrance and over your spoiled clit. A moan passes over your lips just as your eyes clamp shut, the sensation of his mouth feeling like you’ve stepped into the still water of a hot spring. It doesn’t take long for him to decide he’s done easing you into this now that he’s tasted you like this for the first time, and he abandons the teasing altogether. The dull edge of his fingernails digs into your leg, adding to the canvas of pink and purple bruises as he breathes you in through every roll of his tongue.

While he sucks on your clit with merciless precision, his fingertips circle the entrance of your pussy. Despite the fact you’re plenty wet and ready enough for them, you can feel the warm drip of his spit running slowly down your core. Slick from the both of you, he slips a finger inside, feeling your walls tighten around him, which causes a low groan to rumble deep within his chest.

Through your song of moans, you can hear the slight creaking sound of the wooden bedframe as he grinds himself against the mattress. You pry open your lids to see him roll his hips into the bed as he eats into you, but only for a second when another finger pushes into you with ease, stretching you out just as Josh had done earlier. Your hands fly to his still-damp hair, weaving through the wet, tangled tresses in desperation.

He begins to curl his longest fingers against your hidden spot with the rapid flicks of a pointed tongue in changing patterns over your clit. Your unrestricted screams fill the room as you writhe further up his bed, pulling at his hair in the process from the overwhelming wall of pleasure overloading your senses. You’re being pushed past your limits, and although you trust that he would stop the second you utter the word, you don’t want him to.

He reacts to the pain with a sharp hiss through gritted teeth, growling deep into you, “Harder!”

Another expertly placed sweep of his fingers and roll of his tongue is all you need to obey the command, making you yank his hair from his scalp in tight fists. With an unexpected strength, he lifts your hips from the mattress and drives his face into you, securing your shaking body to the bed under his weight.

An embarrassingly loud groan rips from your chest, “Jake! Oh, fuck!”

“Give it to me.” The rough demand vibrates across the delicate skin in an intoxicating wave of heat, adding to the building orgasm. The wet, lewd sounds of his tongue lapping over you while his fingers work inside you thicken the air hanging in his bedroom.

He’s determined to make you come in his mouth, fighting through the thrashing of your fatigued limbs. You’re unprepared for the orgasm he throws you into because it comes crashing down upon you with unbridled force, making you scream his name and tighten around his curling fingers. The next thing you feel is his sensual laugh thrumming across your overstimulated cunt, causing your legs to violently shake around his face.

He gives you both the time needed to calm your breathing and return to a normal state, placing delicate kisses on your body and massaging the flesh of your hips until he offers the pile of clothes he’s collected for you before he starts to get dressed. You take them as you slide off the bed, slipping into the comfortable pair of gray sweatpants and the faded t-shirt as he jokes that he’s stolen them from Josh’s dresser.

You’re tamping the espresso grounds into the stainless steel portafilter, preparing it for the next order of lattes waiting. The bustling sounds of the tiny coffee shop soothe your senses as you work your morning shift. The hushed chatter of customers, the indie music playing softly over the speakers, the bubbling of steam in the milk-filled metal cups, and even the harsh grinding of imported coffee beans have become a staple of your day-to-day existence.

It’s been a little over a week since you left Jake and Josh’s house. After dropping you off at your car with a simple goodbye and a chaste kiss on your cheek, Jake had left things more than open-ended and unsurprisingly, on your terms. You processed the experience over a few hours, recovering alone in the comfort of your bed. The conclusion you had pulled together through the scrambling thoughts of your mind was that it was a one-time thing with no strings attached. The night would simply live in your mind as a wild experience that you could share with your friends over a few too many drinks.

It had to be. How would you go about seeing both men? It was a fluke — just the stars of this very strange universe aligning for something like that to happen to you. With Jake’s indifference, you half-expected Josh to forget about you within hours of leaving the house that morning.

So it was a surprise when you saw a text message from him later that evening…

Hey, it's Josh. I hope you don’t mind that I got your number from work like a fucking creeper since I never asked you for it. I’m really sorry for dipping out on you this morning like that. I feel shitty for doing that and I want to make it up to you ;)

You had read the message over and over again, grinning to yourself like an idiot staring at the phone screen. You’re not sure why you ultimately chose to ignore it, thinking that maybe the lack of response on your end was a selfish act of self-preservation. Josh is the type of guy you saw yourself falling for, but also one that could hurt you deeply if things were vastly different than you hoped for. Soon enough, the message eventually became buried in a few days while you worked to push the thoughts about him aside.

Just as you’re brushing the loose grounds off the rim, your coworker startles you with their presence, making you jump from their sudden proximity.

She leans in to whisper, albeit rather loudly to compensate for the whirring and grinding of machinery around you, “Hot guy alert.”

“Huh?” You ask through a huff of laughter, turning your body until she stops you with a hand on your forearm.

She scolds quietly through her teeth, “Don’t look!”

You’ve learned rather quickly that she always keeps you guessing and on your toes with the newest gossip, but you dare to ask anyway, “Katie, what are you talking about?”

She rambles on, taking the portafilter from your hand to slot it into the machine, talking without looking at you to not raise suspicion as she pulls the shot of espresso, “One of the tattoo artist guys from the shop in town just walked in. Shit! I forgot his name… uh. He comes in here all the time, too. Jason? Justin? No, that’s not it. I’m pretty sure it starts with a J though.

“He has a twin brother who comes in sometimes.” She groans, letting her eyes roll back into her head, “They’re both so fucking fine. You need to take a peek when you get a second. But be cool.”

You freeze, feeling like every ounce of blood drained from your head and pooled to your feet in a split second. She doesn’t notice your stunned reaction, continuing with the task of slotting the steam wand into the pitcher full of milk. You convince yourself she’s wrong, collecting yourself by straightening your apron in a last-ditch effort to salvage whatever dignity you have left.

You’re the wrong one.

There he is.

Josh.

He’s standing in line, about three or four people away from the register. Right away, you have to admit that he looks disastrously good in his outfit of choice for the day — a pair of light-wash jeans cuffed at the ankles and a well-loved black band t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his arms. Staying true to himself, the simple ensemble is finished with a pair of white high-top vans that are scuffed to hell and back. Thankfully he hasn’t noticed you yet, as his eyes are focusing on his phone that’s in his hand, fingers tapping away like he’s finishing the last part of a text.

He slips his phone into his pocket, and his eyes flick up to the chalkboard mounted above your head, scanning over the menu for a few seconds until they fall to you. He startles for a second, blinking away the disbelief that he’s seeing you behind the counter. You’re also caught off guard, staring back at him with the cliche deer-in-the-headlights expression plastered across your face. You second-guess yourself that it’s him, questioning if he actually took your advice and shaved off the facial hair he was so prideful of the last time you saw him.

He seems softer somehow.

While time stands still in this awkward limbo, the short line clears from the other register, and he steps forward to your side of the counter. Anxiety settles in your chest, so you try to mask your embarrassment that he’s now seen you at work with professional indifference, blurting out the repetitive phrase, “Good morning, what can I get started for you today?”

It takes all your strength to maintain eye contact with him as he bites back a smile on his face. Now that he’s closer, you can see the defined still-damp curls, giving away that he had showered this morning before leaving the house. The memory of the morning spent together flashes in your mind, causing your heart to race wildly within the walls of your chest. He plays along with you in this game pretending to be strangers, humming to himself as he stares up at the menu board while tapping his fingers on the polished wooden edge of the counter. “‘That depends.”

You’re not sure what to expect with his presence but can’t control the confusion painted on your face with his answer. “On?”

His right brow flicks up in amusement, yet his voice remains smooth and flirtatious, passing over his pinkened, full lips, “Whether or not you’re the one making it for me.”

Your face is starting to prickle with heat, and it doesn’t help that you can see Katie’s eyes locked on you out of your periphery. You swallow back your discomfort and turn with a gesture of your thumb to your coworkers. “Oh, I can get-“

He dismisses the miscommunication with a wave of his hand and an airy laugh, “No, no.” He brings his hand to his mouth, stroking the soft, hairless skin as if he’s still getting used to the feeling himself. “I just know whatever you’ll make me will be the best.” The playful glimmer in his eyes with the warm smile on his youthful face is another chip to your resolve. “I’ll have a vanilla latte. Medium, please.”

The familiar scent of his cologne teases you from across the counter, floating around you like a seductive cloud. Before you get lost in it, you clear your throat, watching him as he fiddles with the themed coffee cups on display, rotating the ceramic mugs in his tattooed hands before setting them gently on the counter. You tap the screen to start his order, and ask, “Okay, would you like it hot or iced?”

He scratches his ink-sleeved arm as he peers out the large paned-glass window of the shop, clicking his tongue as he decides, “Since it’s so warm out, I’ll go for iced today.” He looks back at you with a certain sweetness swimming in his honeyed eyes — something you wish to capture forever. “Do you have oat milk in?”

You give him the silent response of a nod, which makes him beam with excitement. “Perfect! I’ll do that.”

This casual interaction you find yourself in is throwing you off, to say the least. You half-expect him to call you out or be less-than-friendly that you ignored his message and essentially ghosted him this past week, but his demeanor showed none of those things.

You allow a smirk to slip through when you reach over and pluck a plastic cup from the stack beside you with a sharpie in hand. You’re sure he notices, but you keep up with the facade when you ask in a teasing tone, “Name?”

He chuckles, bouncing the sound around in his throat before holding his hand over his chest in offense, scoffing, “Ouch. I didn’t realize I was that forgettable, baby.”

Katie’s stare might as well be two red-hot laser beams with how they’re burning massive holes into the sides of your body. You lose to the impulse, and regretfully chance a look over your shoulder in her direction, only to be met with her face contorting in shock and confusion.

You can only offer her a weird smirk in response before turning back to Josh because it’s effortless in how he captures every ounce of your attention. Of course, you fold instantly, giving in to him but sending a less-than-innocent look in your eyes through your shameless blushing. You write his name in permanent ink on the bottom line of the cup with the addition of a tiny heart for good measure.

After ringing his total up, he quickly pays with a card but tries to secretly slip a twenty-dollar bill into the tip jar just as you begin the process of making his drink. He presses his finger to his pursed lips to shush your chance at protesting when you catch him in the act. Not letting the moment linger, he drums his fingers along the red-oak surface, inching his way down to the pick-up end of the counter.

Up until this moment, you would’ve told anyone that you felt confident in your job as a barista for only working here a few months, but the way Josh is staring at you makes it feel like it’s the first day all over again. You fight the trembling in your hands that’s making you so uncoordinated that you almost forget the steps to make a simple iced latte.

Somehow you manage with Josh absorbing every one of your movements into his memory. You pop the plastic lid on and slide the drink across the counter and before you have the chance to say a single word, he grabs the cup from your hands while tossing a knowing look at your co-worker. His focus is directed at you when he shoots a wink and says, “See ya around.”

He strolls out of the small coffee shop, holding the door open for the next customer. You watch in silence as he struts down the sidewalk, passing the large window with a charming glance back at you. He gestures with the tip of his chin, signaling to you that he wants you to meet him outside.

Katie tugs your arm, breaking you from your trance like she hit the play button on reality. The bustling sounds of the coffee shop consume you as her harsh voice cuts through the noise, “Uhm, excuse me? What the hell was that?! Do you know him?”

You stumble over an explanation, blurting out, “Uhhh…yeah. That was Josh.”

Meeting her more-than-shocked expression, you blush beet-red when she asks, “Are you seeing him?”

There’s no way you’ll be able to slip out of the answer knowing how much she’ll badger you for details later, but you end up stuttering through the next best thing you can say, “C-could you cover me while I take five?”

She huffs an incredulous laugh, shaking her head and nudging you toward the door, “If it’s to go talk to him, then fuck yeah.”

With her help, you successfully sneak out for a break, almost skipping down the sidewalk in search of him around the city street. As you approach the corner of the building, you chance a look down the alley and see him waiting for you. He’s leaning up against the brick wall, iced coffee in one hand as he’s taking a long drag from his cigarette.

He hasn’t spotted you yet, looking away while blowing a cloud of smoke from the corner of his mouth. It doesn’t take long before he hears your footsteps hitting the pavement, and turns his head to see you walking toward him. You approach him with an air of hesitance, but his expression only softens as he takes in your presence.

You take another step closer, crossing your arms over your chest. “You almost got me in trouble, ya’know?”

He laughs before taking on a snarky, sarcastic tone that’s entirely new to you, “Is that so? Because to me, it looked like I was just ordering a coffee just like everyone else.”

You lean back, digging your weight into your heels, scoffing loudly, “Right. So what was up with the ridiculous tip, then?”

He crouches down to set his coffee cup on the ground, saying matter-of-factly, “I’m a generous tipper. Why? Is that something you yell at loyal customers for?”

You meet his fiery gaze when he stretches back to a standing position against the wall, and the intense look in his amber eyes is dancing the line between admiration and raw desire. “You do know that we pool tips here, right?”

“Fantastic.” The word is clipped out through perfect teeth that are beginning to show with the ‘Cheshire Cat’-like grin forming on his face.

Accepting the fact that you’re losing this round, you decide to shift the topic with a tip of your chin in his direction. “I see that you shaved.”

You watch as he pulls in his bottom lip between his teeth like he’s been waiting an eternity for you to finally bring it up, and looks out towards the street as he releases a heavy sigh, “Yeah…this really hot woman said I would look better without it.”

You bite back the smile that’s starting to form on your lips. “She’s got good taste.”

Your comment pulls his attention back to you, and with the cigarette nestled between his first two fingers, he sweeps across the new bare skin above his lip with the third. “Like it?”

You huff out a genuine laugh with a shake of your head while you dust off the coffee grinds and remnants of sugar from your apron,“Honestly? I think you’re the most ridiculous person I’ve ever met.”

He’s clearly unbothered, taking another excuriantly slow drag from his cigarette before ashing it with a deliberate flick of his thumb. You drop your shoulders in annoyance, grumbling in disapproval at the awful habit, “That shit is so bad for you. You should really try to quit soon.”

You would hate to admit how unbelievably frustrating it is that he looks good doing it. He probably knows it, staring at you for a few seconds, scanning you over as he chews on his bottom lip. A cheeky smile forms on his face when he mutters in a teasingly soft voice, “Yes, mommy.”

The new name takes you by surprise with a flash of heat smacking your face, making you instantly scoff in disgust, “Ew, Josh! Please, for the love of god, don’t call me that.” He brays a harsh laugh at the reaction, and you make the point to leave, “I gotta go back inside.”

Josh pushes off the wall and grasps your wrist before you can take another step, pulling you into his arms in a fluid motion with a gentle, yet controlled hold. Your yelp is cut off by the sudden feeling of the warmth and softness of his skin, wrapping you in an embrace you’ve already started to crave. Every sense of unease you’ve been feeling evaporates the second you touch him, especially when his soft lips brush against your ear as he whispers, “I love when you scold me.”

A faint moan escapes you as his warm breath hits your skin, tingling across your body and you’re a little embarrassed at how quickly you’re melting into him. Placing a hand to his chest, you try to push him in a weak effort to create space between you. “You’re gross.”

One of his hands travels across your lower back while the other roams over your upper arm. It’s like he’s falling into step with this dance with you, easing right into the natural rhythm from where the two of you left off a week ago.

He tips his head so that his lips brush, ever-so-gently, across the bare skin below your ear, humming at the way you shudder from the teasing touch. “Do you really think that?” His taunting voice vibrates against you in a satisfying purr, and the hand that was on your back grips your ass through your pants, kneading the flesh through the denim as the other hand wraps around the nape of your neck. He presses his thumb against the pulse point before he nips at the tender spot, taunting you, “Because the way your heart is beating tells a very different story.”

You blush at the implication and swallow back the whimper that tries to escape, clearing your throat to maintain some sincerity, “What do you want?”

He clicks his tongue in disapproval and pulls away to look down at your lips. “I thought my intentions were obvious. I missed you.”

You’re positive that he didn’t mean it, but hearing the words made your heart skip, even so, you make sure to hide it through a snort, “It’s only been a week, Josh.”

You feel his smile against your ear, and it’s tantalizing the way he sends his breath across your skin, “And? You’ve got me addicted, baby. What can I say? Can’t get that sweet taste of your pretty pussy out of my head.”

You’re not only stunned into silence, but you also clench your thighs in need as the words blanket the inside of your brain. He’s so warm and addicting that you would abandon every responsibility you had just to chase the feeling.

Thankfully, he breaks away enough for you to ground yourself back to reality and to realize that you’re still standing outside in an alleyway. You can tell he’s proud of how flustered he’s made you, grinning like an idiot with his cigarette hanging from the corner of his lip.

It’s when he clasps the filter with his fingers that you catch the letters on his knuckles. Before he’s able to flick the ash, you take his wrist in hand and ask, “What does that say?”

He switches his cigarette to the other hand so you can inspect the tattoo across his knuckles with his splayed fingers in your hold. From the night spent together, you were able to read ‘LOVE’ on one hand, but you never focused on what was on the other. You bend his soft fingers around, eyeing the intricate scroll and artistry enough that you can finally read the letters ‘F U C K’.” You know that your eyes widen with shock, but you try to keep your expression neutral for the sake of banking your curiosity and questions for another time.

Instead, you roll your eyes and release a sharp, dry laugh that makes him wiggle his fingers from you. “Josh, you never cease to fucking amaze me. My mother would absolutely love you.”

He giggles to himself as he tugs on the loop of your apron tie to loosen it, mumbling around the filter with a smug grin painted across his face, “Well, if she’s anything like you, I know she will.”

You swat his hand away before he has the chance to lure you into more trouble. “You’re an idiot.”

He only shrugs his shoulders with a playful raise of his brows in response. Looking around and realizing he has nowhere to toss the cigarette butt, he flicks out the cherry with his fingers and stores it behind his ear for the time being. “Keep going. I love when you call me names.”

While laughter bubbles up from your chest, he pulls you in close enough that you’re only inches away. “Now give me some sugar.”

He chases you playfully with pursed lips, making you giggle and jokingly push him away with your fingers pressing into his mouth. “No! You taste like a cigarette.”

“Oh? Well, if that’s the case…” he trails off while digging around his back pocket for something. You wait patiently as he pops a mint into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue while he peppers your jawline with soft kisses. The smooth feel of his bare lips tickle across your skin, making you squirm in his arms. The cool, minty puffs of air flutter across your parted lips for a few seconds before he finally meets them with his own.

He licks into your eager mouth, and for the moment you forget everything. You forget that you’re standing in your sticky, old work uniform making out with a man you barely met more than a week ago. He’s not giving you the opportunity for you to reflect on that because the feel, taste, and sounds of him are the only thoughts pinballing their way around the walls of your mind. With your mind scattered, your heart races to keep up with your tongue moving across his in this pitiful act of desperation to have him as much as you can for the few minutes you’re given.

He’s the one to pull away, smiling and breathing against your flushed wet lips as he mumbles into them, “I think you might be out of time on your break, baby.”

You release an anxious laugh, brushing your hair back and ironing out the wrinkles in your clothes to look presentable — like you haven’t been violently kissing him for the past few minutes. You’re fighting back the lightheadedness, responding in a shaky, weak voice, “Yeah, I should probably head back in before they come out here looking for me.”

There’s a blanket of awkwardness that falls over you, forcing you to shift on your feet and cast your eyes to the pavement. Picking up on the sudden change in your body language, he nudges your shoe with the scuffed toe of his white vans.

“Hey,” he says in an upbeat tone that’s successful in bringing your focus back to that same award-winning smile that’s sure to steal your heart every time you see it. “Come by the house later. I want to see you.”

There’s no question that you’re officially folding your hand, so you accept the invitation with a genuine smile, sighing, “Okay.”

He’s relieved with your answer and leans in to kiss you on the cheek, whispering, “This is a lot easier if you just text me back, ya’know?”

You can’t help the embarrassment that you ghosted him, replying sheepishly, “I know.”

Josh laughs as he picks up his coffee from the ground, and the sound is soothing to your ears, wrapping you like a cashmere sweater on a brisk, fall morning. It’s reassuring in a way that lets you know he holds no ill-feelings from the week of no responses from you. He gives you a chaste, yet tender kiss one last time on the lips before strolling away down the alley toward the sidewalk. Just before he’s out of your sight, he peers over his shoulder, sending a wink over to you with the playful taunt, “Hope you enjoy the rest of your shift.”

Just like that, he’s out of your view. Left with only the thoughts of him, you’re now standing alone, confused and reeling from what the hell just happened within the last fifteen minutes. You try to shake yourself back into a state of normalcy and put on what shred of professionalism you can muster up, but soon realize that you’re the one left with the mint.

Just as he probably predicted, you’ve been on edge for the rest of your work day, distracted, thinking about only him. You did your best, trudging through the hours until you could finally clock out, rushing home to shower and change out of your work clothes. Dressed in a simple black sundress with a hemline that rests mid-thigh, you now find yourself standing outside the front door of the twin’s house.

You’re embarrassed to admit it to yourself, but you’re trembling with anticipation. It isn’t from the thoughts of the unknown, as you’ve already crossed over that boundary a week ago. You know what to expect. You know what he tastes like, how he feels when he’s deep inside you, you even know the very sounds he makes when he succumbs to his own pleasure. You know what’s waiting on the other side of that door because he sure as hell didn’t invite you over tonight to catch up on the latest Netflix series.

After a minute of collecting yourself to build enough courage to gently rap your knuckles against the door, you step back while you wait for him. He should be expecting you any minute due to the fact you had to ask him for the address before you left your place. Yet, you can’t help but jump when it opens quickly and you’re presented with the sight of Josh standing in the doorway.

He’s traded his black band t-shirt for a cozier, gray-blue one that hangs from his body in a way that teases the eye of his slender frame. He’s still wearing the faded light-wash jeans, but sports socks now that he’s kicked off his vans in the comfort of his home. He ushers you in with a friendly smile and steps back, greeting you in a raspy, almost-sleepy sounding voice, “Hey, baby.”

You meet his smile with your own as you step in, muttering a casual, “Hey.” He closes the door, giving you room to kick off your shoes next to the pile of others in the foyer.

“How was work?” he asks, his voice groggy and slow, like it’s still lagging a few seconds behind the thought. The small talk takes you by surprise, adding to the thick layer of tension between you.

You swallow back your nerves to respond,“Uh, it was okay for a weekday, so I can’t complain. You?”

He nods and starts walking into the rest of the house, talking over his shoulder, “I had a few appointments today, but they were simple enough that I didn’t have to hang out long.” He waves a hand into the open space, making you blush at his attempt at a house tour. “So, this is the living room. Back here is the kitchen.”

“I know, Josh. I was here a week ago,” you quip back through an amused laugh, trailing behind him as he leads you into the kitchen.

“Oh…right,” he chuckles, shaking his head as if scolding himself. Reaching into the cabinet to pull out two glasses, he makes eye contact with you for the first time. “I’m sorry, I’m kind of high right now.”

You bite back the smile creeping on your lips when you notice his hazy, slightly-bloodshot eyes. “That’s okay.”

He tips his hand to offer the empty glass, “Would you like something to drink?”

You reply with a quick nod, and he turns to the fridge that’s littered with take-out menus, adding, “You hungry? What do you want?”

You let out a nervous laugh, but insist, “Water is fine.”

“Okay, well when you are we can order something.” He fills both glasses and hands you one before walking out into the living room, making his way over to the record player sitting in the corner of the room. You follow, watching him shuffle through the large collection of vinyl until he eventually chooses one.

Everything is rather silent aside from the sounds of him pulling the record from the sleeve and placing it on the turntable. Your anxiousness shows its face with your fidgeting as you tap your fingers on the glass until the music begins to play. You stay standing as he moves to sit on the couch, sinking into the cushion. He scratches across the denim over his knees, revealing his own nervousness as he compliments you, “You look amazing by the way.”

You flick your eyes down to ice clinking in your glass, letting your smile slip through, “Oh, thank you.”

He clears his throat, shuffling his weight to the edge of the couch with his hands locked between his legs. “I’m really happy you came over. Honestly, I didn’t think…I wasn’t sure after…yeah.”

There it is.

You mutter under your breath, looking around the room at anything that isn’t him, “I’m sorry about that.”

He’s quick to respond to your apology, “Don’t be.” But when the words start to hang in the air for far too long, his eyes drop to his feet and he adds with a sense of apprehension as he shifts anxiously on the couch. “Is it something I did?”

“No!” you insist through involuntary panic, closing the distance between you and set the glass of water on the coffee table. Somewhere along the way, his usual beaming confidence waned, allowing you to see the unease settling in his body. “No, not at all.”

You start to understand that this situation may be on your terms more than you initially thought, and feeling a little more bold than you did when you first arrived, you sink onto his lap with ease, letting the rough denim of his jeans graze against the back of your thighs as you slide into the position.

Any questionable feelings he was having melt away at this moment. He leans into the back cushion, welcoming you with that charismatic smile returning to his face while he guides you closer with his hands secured around your hips. “What was it then?”

You search for a suitable and believable answer to offer him, but you can’t seem to find one that doesn’t sound idiotic. It doesn’t help that the scent of his cologne is mixing with the distinct smell of weed, floating into your head and clouding your thoughts. You shake yourself free from his clutches, choosing to ignore his question to ask one of your own, “What is this?”

A hint of cockiness reemerges for the moment through a crooked smile as his fingers slip underneath the thin fabric of your dress, “What do you want it to be?” His gaze drops down through the rebuttal, following the neckline of your dress to your cleavage. His hands venture further up your legs until his thumbs hook under the band of your panties. “Because I know that I like you and that I want to keep seeing you.”

You shudder a pitchy sigh, blushing at the confession before pushing yourself back with your hand to his chest, giving you enough space in order to look at his face. “What about Jake?”

You grimace, cursing at yourself silently and wishing that you expressed the same feelings of interest to him even if the thought of admitting that scared you. Curiosity hooks his brow, but his voice seems tighter than before, “What about him? Did he say something to you?”

The truth was that Jake really didn’t say much about the dynamic of this situation between the three of you, so you’re being honest when you say, “Not really.”

He giggles with a lazy shrug of his shoulders, kissing the softness of your jaw while his hands knead your ass beneath your dress, “Hmm…well, I think it’s pretty clear he has interest in you.”

Even if that’s true, you’re too distracted from him to worry about Jake right now. He seems to follow suit, because his breathing starts to quicken with the friction building from each roll of your hips against him, allowing him to pull you in closer. “So, it’s more than a one time thing?”

His breathy giggle vibrates into the hollow point of your throat. “Is that what you want?”

As his hands roam up your back, yours travel across his shoulders to his neck, feeling the warmth of his soft skin beneath your palms. Massaging the area with strokes of your thumb, you hum your answer with a purposeful grind of your core against the denim.

He rolls his head at the feeling of your hands around his throat, purring in satisfaction, “Then yes. I would love to fuck you as many times as you ask. Just say the words, baby. You never have to worry about me wanting you.”

Holding his face in your hands, you graze your thumbs across his ears before running your fingers over buzzed hair on the sides of his head that are starting to grow out. He’s staring up at you, but you keep your eyes focused on his pinkened lips as you whisper in a seductive voice, “Oh really? You’ll be good and fuck me exactly how I want?”

He groans through his teeth, driving his covered erection into your thigh with forceful lift of his hips, “And how do you wanna be fucked, baby?”

He licks his lips as he slides his hand from your asscheek down between your legs. His fingertips brush over your clit through the damp fabric before dancing across the lace seam. They tease near your entrance, and you lean in to whisper in his ear, “Deep and slow. I wanna feel every inch of your cock inside me. You think you can do that?”

He’s surprised to hear such filthy words coming from you, shuddering a heavy breath, “Oh fuck.”

You kiss along his sharp jawline, nipping at the thin skin while reaching between your bodies and popping open the metal button to his jeans. He rushes to turn his head, eager to kiss you for the second time today. He gently bites at your lips, licking into your mouth with his tiny whimpers tumbling over your tongue. The sounds echoing in your mouth with the fact he’s not wearing anything but jeans drives you into a frenzy. His fingers rub across your cheek just as you feel the velvet-soft skin of his cock in your hand, throbbing wildly against your palm to the point that you know it’s borderline painful for him to keep it confined in the restriction of his tight jeans.

You lift yourself up, giving him the room to move his pants enough for you to pull him out, and a soft grunt forms in his throat as he throws his head into the back of the couch. He’s silken and so addictingly warm in your grasp — just how you remember it. You watch as his eyes flutter closed when you begin to pump your hand around him. He’s drifting away, letting his nails rake across your thighs, leaving a pleasing sting to the bare flesh.

His own hips begin to move with the strokes of your hand, and you start to remember what he likes, flicking your wrist around his length and gliding the precum across the head of his cock with each upward pump of your hand. You feel powerful, taking the sounds of his whimpering moans as your reward.

As you work him, you run your other hand up his heaving chest, touching the gold chains of his necklaces with your fingers. His head bobs forward from the contact, but his eyes remain closed with dark brows stitched tightly together. You wrap your hand around his throat just above the gold choker, pressing into the pulsepoint until you feel his adam’s apple bob against your palm. “Look at me.”

He brings himself together enough to peek through lust-heavy lids, smiling at you before looking down to watch your hand twisting around the head of his cock. The smile fades quickly with his heavy panting fluttering over his parted, full lips.

Feeling impatient and giving into the need to touch yourself, you release your hand around his neck to bring your fingers to your mouth. Somehow he pulls himself out of his delirious state to stop you before they reach your lips and guides your hand to his instead, placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. You watch him with laser-focus as he licks a teasingly slow stripe from your thumb to the tip of your index finger. He draws across his wet lips with the first two fingers before slipping them into his mouth. He makes sure to look into the depths of your eyes, smiling around the digits before sucking them in a way that reminds you of the exact moment his face was buried between your legs a week ago. You moan at the feeling of his warm tongue swirling around them — the way the tiny metal ball of his piercing glides effortlessly over your skin.

After torturing to his liking, he finally pulls them from his mouth, successfully coating them enough to glisten in the late afternoon sun. You then realize that you’ve stopped moving your hand on his cock, holding him in a loose grasp. He doesn’t complain that you’ve been distracted, but rather helps you by tugging your panties to the side with his fingers so you can line him up with your entrance.

Slick with his spit, you glaze your needy clit and pussy with a pass of your soaked fingers enough to help him. You adjust your hips as his hands grip around your waist, bracing yourself on his shoulder while you start to nudge him into you. Forgetting that he’s on the bigger side, you wince when the head of his cock begins stretching you out.

He can sense the tension locking the muscles in your body, breathing against your sweat-dampened cheek with a certain calmness laden in his voice, “Relax, baby. Take your time.”

You huff a breathy laugh that he joins in on, giggling into the spot hidden behind your ear as he wraps his arm around the small of your back. Taking his advice, you slowly sink down onto his cock, lifting yourself up slightly before easing him in deeper.

He groans into your hair when he bottoms out, “You feel so fucking amazing.” You melt into his body, feeling his shaky exhale fan across your skin as you start to rock your hips, “Feel good?”

You nod with your cheek still stuck to his, letting out a pitchy moan into his ear, “You fill me up so good.”

He’s fueled by your sweet praises, fucking himself into you while you find your rhythm riding him, but controls himself enough to let you take the lead in the sinful dance. The music he chose continues to softly play on the turntable as you lose yourselves in each other. You even dare to run the tip of your finger down the strong bridge of his nose, watching how his eyes flutter closed as he loses himself in the feeling of you. Driving him to your limit and squeezing yourself around him, his perfect lips part and whimper your name in the most delightfully pitiful way.

You coo against the shell of his ear, filling his head with the song of your voice, “You’re being such a good boy for me, Josh.”

He buries his face into your neck, growling into the sensitive skin before flipping you onto your back along the cushions of the couch. Propping himself on his knee, he sits upright to rip his t-shirt from his body while sliding your panties down your legs. You take in the sight, admiring how his golden-tanned skin glows in the light, how his tattoos move with each ragged breath of his lungs, how the sun pendant of his necklace sits in the center of his chest — between the two inked sparrows nestled in the bed of vivid-red poppies.

Since he’s accidentally slipped out from the change in position, he drives himself back into you, making the sun necklace that’s hanging freely from his neck sway from the thrust of his hips. He’s desperate to yank your dress down to free your breasts, and the second they’re freed with a forceful pull of his hand, his lips wrap around one of your bare nipples. The wet, warmth of his mouth in contrast with the cool air of the room sends a shock wave of pleasure right to your core, making you clench in need around his cock. He licks across the hardened bud with the tip of his nose pressed into the softness of your breast, rolling it around his tongue with the heat of his breath tickling the skin with each exhale.

The sensation of him spoiling your chest with his mouth and his fingers rolling a similar pattern of shapes over your clit slingshots you right to the tipping point of your climax. He keeps you there, edging you as long as he can while brushing the head of his cock against your sweet spot at a deliberately slow pace.

You drag your nails across his back, hooking your legs around his waist to pull him in that much deeper.“That feels so fucking…” You trail off to where you’re just whimpering his name to the point where its incoherent. He’s so warm, so big. “You’re so good. Please don’t stop.”

As a string of foul curses escape your mouth, it’s clear that he’s fighting his own urges with how slow he’s going, gliding into your soaked cunt with as much restraint as he can handle. He whines pathetically into your naked chest, revealing to you just how close he truly is to completely falling apart, “Gonna cum for me?”

In your foggy state of mind, you weave your fingers through his now-tangled curls at the nape of his neck, begging him. “I’m so close. Please. Cum inside me, Josh.”

In your dreamlike state, the moment in time feels picturesque— as if trapped in a scene from a movie rather than your waking reality. Fleeting images of him flip through your mind like a shuffled deck of cards, flashing behind closed lids with nothing clear enough for you to focus on any one thing. Your voice acts separately from your mind as the orgasm racks your body with overwhelming euphoria, and you somehow manage to say, “Be a good boy for me.”

The seams of his composure tear open, and you hear him cry out as he shakes through the faltering thrusts of his hips from spilling himself into you. As he unravels in your embrace, the warm feeling of his cum filling you up imprints onto your brain, burning into your memory for the foreseeable future. He eventually slows himself to a stop, littering your marked chest with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

Just when you think he might trail up to meet your lips so you can come down together, he doesn’t. He rushes to sink to his knees onto the floor instead, pulling your shaking legs over his shoulders as he goes. His fingertips pressing into the thickness of your thighs keeps you from squirming, and your weak, half-hearted protest doesn’t stop him from bringing his mouth right to your pussy.

The objection only dissolves into a moan the second he licks his flattened tongue across your swollen clit. Wrapping his lips around the sensitive button, he suckles it lovingly into the safe warmth of his mouth. You respond to the jolt of pleasure by squeezing his head between your thighs as you tug at his hair in a clenched fist. He laps you up greedily, devouring you in a frenzied state you haven’t yet witnessed from him until now. Riding off the rippling waves of your first orgasm, he’s able to pull you into the second one easily as he licks the mess between your legs clean. You welcome it, petting through his frizzy curls as he finishes, embracing the hot sensation of his breath fanning over you.

He crawls back onto the couch, slotting himself between your open legs just like before as he comes into your blurred line of vision. You admire his fucked-out state as he smiles back at you, cherishing the thin sheen of sweat that has collected on his face, the way the apples of his cheeks are flushed a rosy hue and how his swollen, bright-pink lips shine in the dimming light.

He doesn’t give you nearly enough time for you to stare at him before capturing your lips in his, mumbling across your mouth in a whimpered moan, “We taste so fucking good together, baby.”

Licking passionately into your parting mouth, he gives you the chance to find out for yourself, blessing you with the muskiness of your shared release. You both groan in unison, and you latch your hands into his hair in an effort to keep him glued to you for as long as possible.

After taking the minute to explore this new territory with you, he pulls away just enough onto to press his forehead against yours, grunting as he ruts his cock into you, “Fuck. I’m already so hard.”

You huff in shock, reaching between your legs to feel him for yourself, “Again?!”

He seems to share the same level of surprise, sending his strained laughter over your stunned expression, “Yeah.”

Without wasting the moment, Josh takes himself in his hand and pushes into you again, fucking you for a second round. He’s determined to make up for the lost time, appreciating your body in a multitude of ways and positions. By the time he finishes, you’re both beyond spent, heaving in exhaustion, laying across the couch tangled in each other’s arms.

You feel his heart race against your ear as you lay across his chest, hearing his voice vibrate in his lungs when he asks, “Wanna order some food?”

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