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slttygeto · 8 months
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SLOWLY LOVING YOU — SUGURU GETO.
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જ⁀➴ synopsis: Before Yaga introduces you to the third years, Suguru is a little unsure of you joining them. And then he meets you, and suddenly his heart doesn’t know how to slow down.
જ⁀➴ content warning: fem!reader, reader gets a few cuts and faints, swearing and a lot of fluff.
જ⁀➴ word count: 4,2k
જ⁀➴ note: thank you to the sweet @duhsies for commissioning me! I had so much fun writing it<3!!
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“Yaga says there’s a newcomer,” Satoru had a habit of speaking with a mouthful, which Suguru really hated. A hand is smacking the back of the white haired’s head who hisses at the contact before glaring at his best friend.
“Hey!” He protests, his sunglasses resting at the tip of his nose.
“Swallow your food.” Suguru presses, taking a sip from his drink. He had heard long ago from Yaga about this newcomer, and wasn’t really sure how to feel about it. It’s not that he wasn’t good with new people (he wasn’t), but he felt like it was a little odd to transfer someone and have them be with him, Shoko and Gojo right away. They had to have a good cursed technique, a great control of their cursed energy, otherwise they’d just get in the way of everything and—ouf, this was too negative.
Who was he to judge? Sure, a part of him was skeptical, but he was trying to awaken the other side that usually reassures him that everything will turn out just fine.
“I wonder if it’s guy or a girl,” Satoru speaks again, and this time (surprisingly) he swallows his food before opening his mouth. Suguru shrugs at his best friend, grabbing a fry from his tray of food.
“It won’t really change much, I just hope they’re good at what they do,”
“Oh Suguruuu,” Gojo whines at his friend’s negativity, pushing him but not too hard. “Don’t be such a kill joy, I’m pretty sure that they’re good. Otherwise, Yaga wouldn’t look so excited.”
“Why are you the one telling me to be nice?” The black haired male raises an eyebrow, carefully picking out a fry that didn’t have ketchup on it.
“You rubbed off on me,” Satoru wiggles his eyebrows to which Suguru rolls his eyes at.
“Don’t.” Suguru presses, but it’s too late to stop his friend’s funny joke.
“That’s a little fruity—“
“Finish your food.”
When they head back to the school grounds after having lunch, they’re pleasantly surprised when they find Yaga, Shoko and an unknown girl standing near one of the school buildings. From the looks of it, you weren’t that nervous. Sure, you were checking out your surroundings as the school was new, but nothing about your demeanor suggested that you were anxious. Not even a little.
Suguru raises his eyebrows at this, and although he tries not to stare too hard at you, Gojo is quick to notice it and nudges him with an elbow.
“Hey, think that’s the new girl?”
“I mean, it looks like it,” Suguru mumbles a response and stops walking when Yaga starts to approach them.
“You finally decided to show up,” Oh, an ass-whooping is on the way.
“The mission took us way too long,” it’s Satoru who tries his luck as his usual, and the grin on his face draws a similar one on Suguru’s lips.
“Yeah, but we managed to get it done with. That’s all what matters,” if it wasn’t for Satoru’s love to piss off their teacher, Suguru is sure that he wouldn’t bother. But it’s fun, and it gives the students something to laugh about.
You watch the scene unfold before you and you raise your eyebrows at how easy going the pair standing in front of you was. Did they not fear Yaga? You had been introduced to the man a couple of weeks ago before you were transferred to the school, and despite the comforting vibe the man had, you still felt like you owed him some sort of respect.
Something the two guys bickering with their teacher seemed to lack. Or maybe it was just an act.
Yaga gives the two guys a comical smack to the back of their heads and you hear Shoko snicker next to you. You fight back a smile of your own, until you feel Shoko pat your back, almost in reassurance.
“You can laugh, they won’t be offended.” You relax at this, and before you could even say anything in response, Yaga is clearing his throat to get your attention.
“You can introduce yourself,” oh, he’s talking to me. You’re suddenly aware of the three pairs of eyes fixated on you, and you fidget nervously.
“Hello, my name is (name) and I’m—“
“That’s boring!” The white haired male cuts you off, and your eye twitches. Well, that’s offensive. Before you could even glare at him, he’s approaching you while taking off his sunglasses and your heart stills at the sight. Those eyes felt like they were staring into your soul.
“Show us your technique, that’s a much more interesting way to introduce yourself,” your body relaxes at this, and you can see Yaga signaling you to go along with what your classmate was saying.
“Oh, okay then,”
Suguru’s eyes are cat-like as they fixate on you. You get in position to show off your technique and suddenly, everything goes quiet. He could feel the energy shift when you stepped away from them, and so he was anticipating a big show. Perhaps, you were a show-off like Gojo.
Suddenly, the air feels a little different—why is it wet? He touches his skin to make sure he wasn’t imagining things, and before he could even process things, fog had engulfed him entirely. This was new.
You were nowhere to be seen, maybe that was your technique—a little weak, Suguru thought. But it felt like you read his mind because right in front of him was standing a carbon copy of himself. A clone.
“What the—“ The clone stands still as Suguru gets into a fighting position, ready to unleash a weak curse at it, but the clone is quick to do the same and releases a different curse—the clone knew about his technique?
Before things could escalate further, he heard a snap of fingers from behind him and his eyes widen when the fog and the clone both disappear at once. You were standing right behind him. Being so focused on the fact that what was standing in front of Suguru was a literal doppelganger, he failed to notice you sneak up behind him. He assumed that you snapping your fingers was to deactivate your technique, but it was also a realization that you made him so unaware of his surroundings—and that was the beauty of your technique.
Everyone looks amused by Suguru’s confused expression. He was staring you right in the eye, and your confidence and the relaxed expression painting your face would normally sned shivers down anyone’s spine. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments before Gojo decides to break the silence.
“That was rather impressive, wasn’t it?” Shoko agrees with her classmate, clapping almost ceremoniously. Yaga steps away from the two to approach you and Suguru who was still staring at you, this time with less resentfulness. Sure, he hated having someone sneak up behind him. And the fact that you had chosen him out of the three felt a little strange, but he tried not to overthink it.
Maybe it’s because I looked like a bitch.
He immediately brushes off the thought when you flash him an unapologetic smile, the confidence you gave off a few moments ago replaced with something he couldn’t quite decipher—were you getting shy?
His lips part almost in shock at the way your cheeks are slightly pink, and you take two steps back and away from him before apologizing out loud.
“Sorry, I just thought you looked a little bored.”
Oh, not anymore.
“That to you, is a Grade 1 sorcerer.” Yaga announces very proudly. Usually, Grade S sorcerers would be the one to be introduced like this—with so much pleasure and honor. But Yaga didn’t care about that. He saw potential in you and embraced it like you were his top student.
Geto couldn’t shake off the giddy feeling in his chest. He watched as Satoru came over to your side and ruffles your hair, promising that you were going to have a good time at school because he was there. And you played along, the playful expression you wore on your face not matching the blush on your cheeks—you were just easily flustered having this much attention on you.
“What do you say, Suguru?” He snaps out of his thoughts at the mention of his name, and he finds his best friend staring at him with those eyes. He caught him looking at you, didn’t he?
“Sorry, I zoned out.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, but he wasn’t going to say that you seemed so interesting that he found himself so lost in his thoughts. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like how you seemed so unaware of the fact that you were breaking down his walls one by one, and all of this happening in less than an hour of meeting you? Unbelievable.
“I said, we are all gonna get along so well, right?” Glancing at you, he notices how you seem to shift your attention back to him the moment his name is mentioned. You’re almost eager to find out what he has to say next, sparkly eyes and a tight lipped smile making you look so fucking adorable—oh fuck, no.
“Yeah, we will.”
He was officially and totally fucked.
--
It’s been a few months since you officially transferred to Jujutsu high, and things were going great. You felt like you fit in so perfectly, you were a bit nervous that you would be a burden since the trio seemed to have a dynamic of their own, being the one to ruin the dynamic—or worse, feel left out would just be the highlight of your school year. But they were so nice. Each in their own way.
While Gojo felt like a troublesome sibling with his many pranks and jokes, Shoko truly felt like a close friend. You could crack jokes with her, share food and even watch movies during the weekend. The friendship you shared with both seemed very genuine and you were so grateful for that.
And then there was Geto.
Suguru Geto, tall and handsome, with long dark luscious hair and cat-like eyes. A smile that seemed precious since it appeared way less than you would want. A voice that felt like he was purring in your ear and a personality that had your heart stuttering in your chest.
He had caught your eye the moment you saw him walk on the school grounds. You tried not to make your tiny crush on the man obvious right away, but it felt like you blew your cover when you chose him as your target when asked to show off your technique.
Things weren’t exactly bad between you and the tall male, but they weren’t that good either. There an awkwardness that always lingered when you were both left alone, your heart would beat so fast and so incessantly when you felt his eyes on you before he places a piece of his chocolate on your desk.
“Was gonna share it with Satoru, but he pissed me off today.” You’re almost shocked that he’s even addressing you when neither Shoko nor Satoru were in the classroom.
“Are you sure? He does like sweets,” you still grab the sweet treat and place it in your mouth, to which he chuckles at.
“Well, you ate it immediately. Seems like you don’t care.”
“Well, he did piss me off too today,” you’re grinning, playing with the wrap of the chocolate. Suguru raises his eyebrows at your remark and continues to tease you.
“Was it another joke about how bad his clone was? I mean he’s not entirely wrong—“
“Stooop,” you groan out, resting your head on your desk in defeat. You were too embarrassed about the recent incident, and no one seemed to want to let go of it.
Rather than being embarrassed that his clone was that ugly, Gojo’s sudden and quick realization that your clones had an immediate link to your photographic memory lit up a bulb at the top of his head. And so the teasing began.
How come Suguru’s was so accurate on day one!
Do you have something to share with the class?
It was horrible, and you remember how Yaga had to smack the white haired male in the back of his head to get him to stop. He caught onto your little crush on Suguru faster than you had anticipated, but you were glad that when asked what he was teasing you about, Satoru chose to save you the embarrassment and just say that his clone was so ugly, you needed more practice.
“I just need more practice,” you say, a little muffled from having your face in your arm. Suguru stares at you for a few moments from his seat, then he suddenly gets up and walks towards you. He crouches down in front of your desk and you quickly raise your head in question.
“Hm?”
“You don’t hate me, right?” He could’ve asked that question from his desk, he knows that. But it would’ve seemed a little cowardly cause he knows he would avoid looking you in the eyes. But eye contact was important when communicating things, and right now was one of the few moments where Suguru felt like he was going to pee his pants waiting for an answer.
“Hate you?”
“I’m aware that hate is a big word—it’s a strong feeling too, but I just need to know if you feel that way about me.” Suguru was supposed to feel stupid, maybe a little insane for asking you something like this. But he noticed how things always got quiet when it was just you two alone. It didn’t necessarily mean you hated him, but a part of him wanted to make sure you didn’t resent him for mysterious reasons.
“I don’t hate you,” you pause your words, and Suguru watches as your face slightly reddens as you avoid his eyes. “Uh, just nervous.”
Now, why did I say that? It’s one thing to know that he makes you feel this way, but it’s another when you fully admit it to him and watch as he raises both of his eyebrows, almost in shock.
“Nervous?” At first, he’s scared that the word has a bitter taste to it—but it slowly dissipates when he sees the blush on your face darken because why did he have to say it like that.
It sounded like he was saying it for the first time, carefully tasting each letter and syllable. You felt nervous around Suguru.
“You are kind of intimidating,” the small smile painting your lips eases Suguru’s nerves despite having another word describe him. But he’s heard this one before. In fact, he likes it. He likes the way it makes him feel, the ego boost it gives him when he sees people quiver in his presence.
But he didn’t want to have this kind of effect on you. You didn’t need to fear him or avoid his eyes for him to know that he was a powerful sorcerer—he wanted you to feel safe with him. He wanted to rid you of any problem weighing you down, have that smile on your lips for a long time. Whatever Suguru felt for you, he was coming to terms with it and accepting it.
Slowly that is.
“If I’m intimidating, then is Yaga like a monster to you?” Suguru teases you back, and he stands up from his crouching position. He stares down at you with a grin, his sharp eyes making eye contact with your own bright ones. A contrast like this looked so endearing.
“Yes.” You don’t hesitate as you reply, and Geto immediately bursts into laughter at this.
“Wow, you didn’t even hesitate.” Wow, I made him laugh.
“But he is scary! I mean, he’s very nice… but I don’t think I’d wanna piss him off like Gojo does,” you mumble the last part, but Suguru hears you loud and clear.
“Satoru pisses off everyone, so you’re safe.”
Having a conversation like this with Geto felt nice. It wasn’t that often that you two chatted or even had the time to sit down and give each other normal classmate updates. So to be able to talk to him like this, make him laugh until his stomach hurts before walking to your dorms felt new. But you weren’t complaining.  
--
Over the last few months, you’ve gone on a couple of missions with both Suguru and Satoru. They were all successful, and you always got done with them in half of the time.
But today was different. You were going on a mission with Suguru.
Yaga mentioned how you both seemed to work really well together, and while Suguru might’ve been stronger than you, you had so much potential that couldn’t get wasted. Suguru seemed like the perfect fit for a partner and a sort of mentor.
The mission was going to take place in another city, which is why you find yourself on the train with the tall male who was trying to get some sleep.
Sitting across from each other, you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at the guy. He looked too good from this angle, you could feel your body tingling in embarrassment.
The guy’s just trying to sleep
Over the last few months, no matter how hard you tried to brush your feelings for Suguru, they resurfaced not only a day later when he did something that would make your heart stutter in your chest. You remember him making you food when you were sick, giving you his scarf when you got too cold, suggesting to style your hair for you—how could you not fall for him?
But you were terrified of rejection. You were scared that those feelings could potentially ruin the friendship between you two, and God knows how horrible that would make you feel.
“We’re there,” you were so lost in your thought, that you didn’t feel the train stop. Only Suguru’s hand on your shoulder was able to snap you out of it.
“Oh sorry,” you stand up and make your way out of the train with Suguru following close behind.
“Did you manage to get some sleep?” He asks from behind you, and you slow down your pace to match his footsteps before shaking your head.
“Not really, I wasn’t that tired.”
“Oh but you will be after the mission, that’s always how it is.” He was referring to the many times you and Gojo would end up falling asleep on each other on the way back home, and he would secretly take pictures of the white haired male drooling on your hair to show it to you when you both wake up.
“Thank god he’s not here to drool on my hair,” you say with a hint of annoyance, but it’s harmless.
“Oh, you never know,” the playfulness to his voice makes you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face gives away that you were anything but annoyed.
You arrive to said location after ten minutes of walking. And at first sight, it seemed like any normal abandoned building; a little creepy, no color painting its exterior and most importantly lifeless. But the smell—god, the gut wrenching smell that came from it made you cringe.
“God, it smells horrible.”
“Then we’re at the right place.” Suguru is the first one to walk in, and you follow close after. You take careful steps, eyes darting around the area to scan it for any clues.
“I have a horrible feeling about this,” you mumble to yourself. You knew you were sent to this place to find the source of its gloominess, but the farther you walked down the hallway, the tighter your stomach got.
“It was an orphanage.” Your heart sinks at the revelation, watching the old toys scattered on the floor, filled with dirt and dust. You could only imagine what happened to the kids.
The room is silent for a few moments before both of you and Suguru stand still. Almost on guard.
“Do you feel it?”
“Yeah, I do.” Whatever took over this place was huge. It didn’t necessarily feel like a strong or dangerous curse, but the way it was staring at you from down the hall had you standing in a fighting position.
Before you could even process the fact that you were dealing with that big curse, it charges at you—and fast.
It’s too fast for its size!
Mist engulfs the creature almost immediately, it would only serve as a distraction for a little bit before it would rage even more and decide to charge at you.
“Go hide, I’ll take care of it.” You watch as Suguru calls in two of his powerful curses, both enough to do the job. But you don’t want that.
You don’t want him to do the job on his own, or worse hide while he does everything. It wasn’t why you became a sorcerer, why you chose to even join the school. And so you stood still, grabbing one of the daggers attached to your thigh. You ignore Suguru’s cries telling you to step away from the huge curse.
“You’re gonna get killed if you don’t move!”
“Shut up!” The mist slowly morphs into something else—something Suguru has never seen you done before. It shapes itself into a beautiful scenery, one where flowers are blooming and the sun is shining and—he was hallucinating.
And so was the curse. The technique might’ve not been the most powerful, but it still managed to blind the curse for a few moments. You fill your sharp dagger with cursed energy before slicing it open in one swift motion. It’s messy and sloppy, and blood covers your clothes and the floor like a paint. You stand still and stare in awe at what you’ve just done.
I killed a huge curse on my own!
What you fail to see is the multiple cuts on your body, and how all color leaves your face as exhaustion washes over you. Shit, you were passing out.
The last thing you remember hearing is Suguru calling your name before everything goes silent.
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Suguru is a mess. That was the only word that could accurately describe the state of the poor guy as he paced back and forth in front of your dorm room. No matter how much Gojo tried to convince him that you were okay, he refused to budge.
He was mad at you. You were so reckless back there, refused to listen to him when he asked you to move—he was filled with all kinds of emotions.
And so when Yaga finally gives him the green light to visit you, the first thing he does is scold you.
You’re sitting up in your bed with bandages wrapped around your body, and you look so tired. But despite all of that, you still manage to flash him a warm smile when he walks inside your room and closes the door behind him.
“Yaga told me I was passed out for two days, I hope I didn’t worry you—“
���What you did was reckless.” Suguru cuts you off, voice sharp and cold that you flinch. Your eyes stare at your lap, avoiding his because he was right. You were reckless, refused to listen to him and powered up your technique faster than your body could handle.
“I know,” you don’t apologize. A part of you wants to, but you were still going to stand your ground if he tried to guilt trip you about the situation.
“And I was very mad,”
“I know.”
It’s silent for a few moments, and Suguru takes in how despite the tears blurring your vision, you refuse to give in and apologize about anything.
“But that’s only because you scared me to death,” he hears you sniffle, and he sees you blink away the tears before staring at him in shock. Suguru takes a few steps towards you, and for a moment you see the hesitation in his action. He quickly brushes it off as he gently rests his hand on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek.
“You have no idea how terrifying that was.” Your heart starts racing at his words, and his touch left a tingling feeling behind when he pulled away to pat your head.
“I don’t want you to do that again, but I gotta admit,” he ruffles your hair, the scowl on his face morphing into a soft expression.
“That was really cool,” your smile is on your lips almost immediately at his words, and you take your hand and wrap it around his wrist. You pull his hand down and place it again on your face, a bold move that has the both of you slightly blushing.
“You think I’m cool?” your voice sounds sweet when you ask the question, and Suguru thinks he’s never heard you sound like this before but he nods anyway.
“The coolest.”
Neither of you move or say a thing after this, but the prolonged eye contact had the tall male leaning down a bit hesitantly at first, making sure you were okay with it. So when you pull him closer and place your lips on top of his, Suguru is convinced that it was the right thing to do.
The kiss is short and sweet. You pull away after a few seconds and the blush on your cheeks spreads across your entire face when he leans in to give you another kiss. Then another and another.
“Sugu—“
“Shhh, you look cute when you’re flustered.”
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nanaslutt · 4 months
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hello, i hope youre good !
may you please write one day about y/n sending hot pics for satoru ?
sorry if I spoke something wrong, english isnt my first language :] take ur time and have a good day ! 💞
Your english is perfect ml, please enjoy! <3
Contains: fem reader, established relationship, sending nudes, phone sex, mutual masturbation, he talks you through it, praise, DIRTY TALK
MDNI
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"I don't know Shoko.. I've never sent him anything like this before." You groaned into your pillow, your voice through the phone coming out muffled on her end. "But you want to right?" She pushed, making you raise your head up from the sheets and sigh, "I doooo." You huffed out begrudgingly. "Great! Problem solved, the pictures you sent me were hot, but not too revealing, so you can send him something like that for starters." She replied, making you blush at her compliment.
You had recently bought a new set when you went out with Shoko for a girl's day. You had practically ripped the bag in half when you got home so you could get it on your body faster. Once you had on the garment you were posing left and right, making sure to take some sensual pictures for yourself later. Your boyfriend; Satoru; had texted you in the midst of your shenanigans, telling you how he was on his lunch break, making an idea pop into your head.
You wanted to show your man how good you looked, but thinking about sending Satoru; or anyone for that matter; nudes? That made you a little nervous. You quickly dialed up Shoko, she always knew just what to say, she was your hypewoman after all. After a quick convo she had successsfully pushed you in the direction you truly wanted; that being sending your boyfriend risque pictures while he was at work.
"Let me know how it goes, see ya." Shoko's voice echoed through the phone speaker before the tone indicating the call had ended rang through the room. You took a deep breath and rotated yourself on your bed, flopping your back against the pillows, still dressed in the pretty set, while you scrolled through the pictures you had taken-- trying to pick your favorites.
You settled on three for starters, it was an easy pick, only taking you a couple minutes to assess the best ones for Satoru. The first one you were on your side, body laid across the floor sensually as your arm rested on your hip, giving the viewer's eyes full access to your body. In the second picture, you were on your knees, you had placed your phone on the ground and set it to a timer so you could lean forward, making your thighs crease at the top, as you used to squeeze your breasts together.
The last photo was your favorite. You were sat on the floor, your legs folded and spread, the sheerness of the panties leaving little to the imagination in the lighting, while your hand once again rested against your tit, pushing and groping it in your hand while the other took a picture in the mirror, your phone covering most of you face save for a sliver of a smile that peeked out the side of the phone.
Your heart was racing, you knew Satoru would like the pictures, and you're pretty sure he would find you attractive in a trash bag, but you digressed, opening the chat to your lover.
Satoru <3: finally on lunch, yaga brought donuts today!
The picture attached was of the white-haired man laying back in his chair as he held his shirt up over his stomach to reveal his somehow still toned, but bloated tummy, an empty donut box in the background. Something told you that the donuts might've been for the kids, but Yaga should've known that bringing sweets around Satoru without anything for him was a recipe for disaster.
You laughed to yourself as you shook your head before responding. The two of you bantered back and forth about the subject for a while before he asked you what you were up to right now, which gave you the perfect excuse to send him the pictures. After sending an ominous 'you wanna see?' text, you clicked on the three gold medal winning pictures and sent them his way. You bit your lip between your teeth as you watched the blue bar at the top of the screen slowly slide across it, indicating it was sending.
Seconds before the pictures had been successfully sent, Satoru had started typing back his own response, which made you nervous because it meant he was in the chat and would see the photos sooner. Which is what you wanted, yes, but it didn't make it any less nerve-wracking.
When the little ‘delivered’ popped up underneath your pictures, quickly followed by a ‘read’ you held your breath. The three dots that indicated his typing stopped, then started, then stopped again. Uncertainty filled your body, did he not like the pictures? Was he mad you sent them while he was working?
You were snapped out of your stupor when your phone started vibrating in your hand, Satoru’s contact picture and name lighting up the phone as it rang. You quickly answered his call, readying yourself to apologize for being out of line, but before you could do so you heard a loud drawn out groan resonate from the speaker.
“You’re such a tease.” He pouted on the other side of the line, “I only have 5 minutes left on my lunch break and you just made me so fucking hard.” He groaned, making you sigh in relief as you registered his words. “I’m sorry Satoru, I felt pretty and wanted you to see,” you faux apologized, biting your lip as you looked around your room.
“And you do look so fucking pretty baby, that’s the problem.” He sighed, spinning himself around in his chair while he stared down at his erect cock that was tenting up his pants. He looked over at the large clock on his wall, which he mainly used for decoration, before sighing into the receiver. "Thank you, Satoru," You blushed. "I was going to send them when you texted me that you were on your lunch but our conversation wasn't really.. in that mood" You explained.
You heard his signature laugh from the other end, "Baby, I don't care if I just told you the school got attacked by a hoard of curses, if you have sexy pictures to show me you better not keep them from me." You rolled your eyes, you both knew he was exaggerating and you would never do such a thing, but his words made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside still. "Sorry Satoru, is it too late to tell you that I took more than the ones I sent you?" You giggled, biting your lip when you heard him groan in response.
"Fuckk, please send me those pictures baby~" He wined, reaching over to his wireless headphones as he popped onto into his ear so he could still hear you while he oggled your pictures, he wouldn't want anyone to hear this conversation after all. You were one step ahead of them, the delivered notification once again popped up on your screen as you sent him three more pictures, all more risque than the last.
In one your back was arched in the mirror, showing off the pretty decoration on the back of the panties. Another, you completely abandoned the bra of the set, leaving the panties on as you covered your nipples with your fingers, and one of the same vein of you holding the phone over your body while you lay on the bed, your arm squishing your tits in the bra together while it cupped over your panty-less cunt.
"Oh you're trying to kill me, look at that fucking arch." He groaned, covering his mouth with his hand as he took in the photos. "Baby you look so cute in that last one." He complimented, making you blush and giggle as you whispered out your thanks to him. He looked over to the clock once more, it was a couple minutes over the time he was supposed to be back and teaching the kids, but he figured if he was already late, what was a couple more minutes?
"Answer that," Satoru instructed, referring to the FaceTime request that popped up on your phone from him. You accepted it quickly, pulling your phone from your ear as you slid the green button over, smiling fondly when his flushed face popped into view. "You're so handsome, Satoru." You complimented, feeling your stomach start to tie itself in knots with how debauched he looked from just looking at the pictures you sent him, he was so clearly aroused.
"Oh shit, you still have it on?" He said, biting his lip as he set his phone down on the desk in front of him, giving you a full veiw of his body as he leaned back once more and startaed rubbing himself over his slacks. "Satoru what are you doing?" You asked with a laugh, surely it had been longer than five minutes now, he needed to get back to teaching. "Shh baby, they wont miss me for a couple more minutes ill make it quick." You imediately picked up on what he was insinuating.
"Look at how hard I am baby, I can't go out there looking like this." He wined, tipping his head to the side against his chair as he looked at you with a pout. "You're gonna take care of me too right?" You asked, giggling before you set up your own phone on your bed, using some pillows to stabilize it. The white-haired man scoffed before he started unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, "Can't believe you just asked me that." He said, semi-faux offense plastering itself on his face, "Was there ever a time I've left you unsatisfied?" He asked, slapping his cock against his free hand when it was finally unobstructed from his too-tight pants.
You sat back on your heels and started massaging your tits in your hands, making the warmth in your stomach grow as you pretended to think, looking around the room as you hummed. "Oh, so you already forgot how I made you cum in under a minute before work yesterday morning?" He said confidently, beginning to stroke himself as he watched you push your covered tits together. "I barely have to touch you and you're a squirming mess, dont play with me." He huffed out a laugh, bringing his other hand down to massage his balls in his hand, really giving you a show.
"But you're not here right now, Satoru." You retorted, sliding one of your hands down your body slowly, making your way down to your cunt. "Maybe not, but just my words are making you all wet, huh?" He asked knowingly, pulling his lip between his teeth as he watched you tease yourself. You nodded, making him coo at you as you finally made it to your cunt as you started to rub small circles over your clit.
"Get comfortable for me baby, keep the set on." He instructed. You lay back against the pillows and spread your legs. The crotch of the panties had a little patch over your entrance that he couldn't see through, but every other part of the fabric was almost completely sheer, except for the fact that your wetness was seeping through them little by little and making them see through the more you teased yourself.
"Play with your nipples while you rub yourself baby." He groaned, trying to keep his voice relatively quiet as he was in his office. "This is so dirty." You giggled, following his instructions. You rubbed small circles against your panty-clad clit while you pinched your nipple through the fabric of the unpadded bra.
The two of you have tried many things sexually throughout the entirety of your relationship together, but somehow, have never thought of getting off together over the phone. When Satoru was gone on missions the two of you would send dirty messages back and forth, saying how bad you missed each other, but nothing to this extent. This was opening a whole new world for the both of you, and it would be something you would definitely do again.
"Good fucking girl. Goddd, what I wouldn't give to bend you over right now and fuck you into the bed." He groaned, his strokes picking up pace while he watched your body jerk and twitch under your ministrations. "Yeah?" You encouraged, rubbing yourself faster and harder as your cunt clenched around nothing, aching for him to fill you up.
"Yes baby, want you to fuck yourself back on my cock too, wanna watch your little pussy swallow up my dick." He continued, rambling as the wet strokes on his dick emanated louder through the room. "Pull your panties aside and touch yourself, gotta see your pretty pussy." He grit through his teeth, as he tried to keep his eyes from rolling back in his had. You did as told, pulling the fabric aside you exposed your twitching clit and pulsing hole, a string of your arousal that connected to the panties failed to excape his eyes, making Satoru's cock twitch.
"Touch yourself, baby, pretend it's me touching you." He groaned, letting his jaw drop as he watched your fingers come in contact with the little bud, beginning to rub quick circles against it, just like he always does. "L-like this Toru?" You asked, needing him to praise you right now. "Just like that baby, doing so good for me, so fucking perfect." He groaned, shaking his head back and forth as he watched your smaller fingers work yourself through your orgasm.
"Shit, wanna feel your cunt squeezing me so bad, can see her twitching." He whined, making you blush in embarrassment at how exposed you were. Satoru's leg started bouncing against the floor at how fast he was working himself up. "P-please, fuck me Toru', fuck me-" You whimpered, getting lost in the sensation as you tipped your head back against the pillows and dropped your other hand down to the opening of your pussy, slowly sliding them inside your walls and starting up a blissful pace as you curled them up towards your sweet spot.
"Yes fuck your pussy for me, baby, yesyesyes." The man rambled, his back beginning to arch off the chair with how close he was. The squelching emitting from your cunt was going to send him over the edge, he so desperately wanted to pull your inadequate fingers out and lick them clean before he replaced them with his own. "Faster baby, cmon, get yourself there." He begged, slowing his strokes against his cock to let you get closer to your orgasm so the two of you could cum together. "I-I'm fuck S-satoru- Right there- right there-" You moaned, losing yourself in your fantasy as you fucked your fingers harder and deeper into yourself.
"Yeah? Right there? You like when I fuck you right there?" He slurred, clenching his teeth together as he picked up his pace once more, beginning to fuck his hips up into his hand. "Yes Toru- G-gonna- gonna cum-" You wined, your voice raising in pitch as you dropped your chin down to the screen in front of you, watching the show he was so kindly putting on for you as the sight pushed you over the edge.
"M-me too- Gonna fill you up cutie- fucking- take it-" Satoru groaned, hot ropes of cum spurting from his dick as his torso curled in slightly, his abs clenching and body jerking with the force of his orgasm. He watched intently as you snapped your legs shut around your hand, he saw the muscles in your forearm moving, praising you for working yourself through it as wave after wave of your high crashed over you. "Good girl, good fucking girl." He praised, slowing his strokes on his cock as he worked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
"S-shit" Your body relaxed against the sheets once more, your legs staying shut as you relished in the friction your closed thighs brought to your cunt as you came down from your orgasm. You heard your boyfriend giggle, dropping your knees down to the side you looked down at the screen and noticed that he was wiping his cock clean and tucking himself back into his pants. "Whew, 3 minutes, and I didn't even touch you." He praised himself, making you laugh and roll your eyes at him as you sat up to grab your phone in your hand and lay it against the side of the bed with you as you laid down.
"You could say the same for me too you know." you retorted, making him smirk. "Yeah, you could, made me make a huge fucking mess." He giggled, staring at you lovingly through the phone. "You look beautiful." He said, making hearts practically form in your eyes as you thanked him. "Clean yourself up before you fall asleep, I'll be home soon, okay?" He said, raising his eyebrows at you as he waited for your answer before he ended the call.
"Okay Satoru, hurry please." You added the two of you said your goodbyes, he blew you an animated-looking kiss before he hung up the call. You sighed, dropping your hand against the sheets as you smiled to yourself, you couldn't wait for him to get home.
After giving yourself a couple more seconds to lie there, you sat up, heading his words as you started to get yourself cleaned up. You paused in your ministrations when your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up as Satoru's name popped up on the screen. You decided to check his message before you left for the bathroom, your jaw dropped and your body tensed when you opened his message.
There was a picture of Satoru's impressive-sized softening cock that rested on his hand, his length and hand alike covered in his cum with a message attached. When did he even have time to take that picture?
Satoru <3: Keep the set on till I get home please~
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Temptations part 3 - step-sister! ellie x fem reader
part 1 - part 2 - part 3
wk - 5k
additional tags- step-sister! ellie, sarah doesn’t exists in this bc I said so, band! ellie, weed! mentions, cocky! ellie, loser! ellie, perv! ellie, sexual tension, overstimulation, orgasm denial, light choking, use of the word daddy like once, word cock/dick usage, oral (reader! receiving), fingering (reader receiving), strap-on usage (reader receiving), pussy slapping (sorry but not really), spit play, ellie is messy w it, scissoring, finger sucking, e! is rough but also really hot, implied consent obvi
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You quickly pull away, the loud banging on the
door practically sent you into a shock.
What were you thinking? We're you even thinking at all? That was a dumb question because no, you weren't. You simply let your body take control- letting it fulfill whatever fucked up need you had.
Ellie pulled away with a huff, frustrated in more ways than one, as she walked towards the front door, leaving you in the kitchen with a soaking patch growing inside your panties.
"The fuck took you so long?" Ellie said, annoyed, greeting the man at the door who was nothing but a stranger to you.
You get up, adjusting the hem of your dress to make sure everything was covered and walk towards to them.
"Sorry man. Tire blew out- had to put on a donut."
The guy said, sounding pretty unaffected- buzzed beached hair and a piercing on the arch of his eyebrow.
"I thought you said you got pulled over?" Ellie asked, sounding pretty fed up already.
"Ohhh yeah- a cop pulled us over to tell us we had a flat. Was wondering' why the road felt so bumpy." The man trailed off, mentally putting together the puzzle pieces in his head.
He was high.. like really high, the whites of his eyes a shade of pink, half closed and glossed over.
He glanced over Ellie's shoulder, meeting your shy and slightly guilty-ridden face.
"Damn Williams- you didn't say you had a new girl with you."
He points a finger in your direction, making you more uncomfortable with the acknowledgment.
"Don't be a fucking creep- she's my sister." Ellie snaps back, moving further in front of you like she was shielding you from his sight.
"Get in the van ash before you piss me off more."
Even from standing behind her, you could tell she was rolling her eyes. She was never the patient type.
The man "Ash" threw his hands up, spun around, and walked towards Ellie's car, a classic creeper van that she got because "it's convenient to move shit."
"Sorry bout' him. Weed burned all his brain cells, but I promise he's harmless."
Ellie apologized as she turns around to face you, scratching the back of her neck. Bingo.
"S' okay." You giggle, chasing her eyes with yours and when she looks- you bat your doe eyes at her, your lips widening into a gloss coated smile which made Ellie's cheeks flush and her head spin.
If it was up to her, she'd say fuck the band and fucking anything else that got in her way of having you to herself.
She would've had you bent over the same counter just moments earlier- your bare tits smushed against the granite while she had your dress hiked up over your ass and her knuckles snugged deep inside your pussy.
Ellie clears her throat, rocking on her heels as she looks around the room at anything but you. You weren't going to make this easy for her, and you wanted her to know that.
"Ready to go?" Ellie holds out a hand and you take it, letting her lead you two out the door and down the driveway.
This was Ellie's way of pretending that you're hers, even if it's just for tonight, canvassing it like it was just innocent sisterly affection.
The back of the van was packed to the brim with three more people besides the man that you met earlier, along with instruments and other equipment that you couldn't name.
Ellie points at them individually, telling you their names, and they all greet you in unison, laughing and smiling- not one of them seemed entirely sober but friendly enough.
Ellie insisted you were her passenger. She pretty much kicked Ash from the front seat so you can sit beside her- claiming "family comes first".
It was kinda embarrassing. I mean, Ellie wasn't being the most subtle, so you mouth a "sorry" under your breath in his direction before putting on your seat belt, but you couldn't deny how hot your face felt when she'd openly favor you to such a degree.
The van shortly filled with a thick haze of smoke, the music cranked to an overwhelming degree and everyone talking- more like yelling over each other. It was fun though, and it felt refreshing to be with a group of people that didn't care what anyone else thought about them, freely being themselves without feeling bad about it.
"Here- you take control." Ellie said without looking at you, eyes still on the road ahead as she hands you the aux cord.
"Oh- no- Ellie I don't know what to put on."
I take the cord in my hands, turning it over in my fingers.
"Just play anything babe-"
Ellie cuts herself off to fix her mistake, but it was too late. She slipped, and she quickly froze, waiting to see if anyone else in the van caught on, but they didn't, too busy finishing off a joint and laughing at the top of their lungs.
But you? You definitely noticed, and for a second, it felt normal until Ellie's reaction reminded you it wasn't.
"Babe, huh?" You chuckle, mocking her words under your breath as you plug in your phone, scrolling through Spotify until you find something that felt like a safe choice.
Ellies felt her cheeks ignite, both from embarrassment but also your reaction. You weren't mad or scared; you smiled wildly at the nickname, embracing it, and based on your body language- you encouraged it.
You shifted in the seat, scooting as close as you could, turning your body in her direction and crossed your legs, not bothering to fix your dress that scrunched up to the point your lace underwear was peaking out from under the fabric.
You traced shapes on her forearm that rested on the center console with your manicured nail, tracing the lines of her tattoo. You felt Ellie tense under your touch, swallowing hard and trying her best to keep her eyes on the fucking road.
Sisterly affection, right?
-
Ellie pulls the van into the alley behind the bar, shifting the gear into park.
It was pitch black, the only light source being a light pole at the corner, flickering in and out, making the already sketchy area even more unsettling.
You take a deep breath as you exit the car, shutting the door and adjusting your dress.
"Do you play here a lot?" Your voice peaks in question, looking at Ellie who was already unloading the van, holding something heavy in her arms, veins and muscles straining under the weight.
"Yeah- every other weekend or so."
You tried helping in any way you could, grabbing mic stands or rolled up cords, but Ellie always shot you down, shaking her finger followed by a "tsk tsk" and a "can't have you gettin' hurt, princess- the old man will never forgive me."
You eventually give up, knowing anything about your step sister-she's stubborn and doesn't take no for an answer. Instead you sit in the van, legs hanging out the side with the door open, observing the amount of effort it took all of them, but if you were being honest... you only looked at Ellie.
How could you not?
Her biceps bulged, and veins popped in her forearms and all the way down to her hands. Her face was focused, eyebrows scrunched together that made her look unapproachable, but when ever she caught your stares, she'd always give a side smile and a wink.
She was a literal walking wet dream.
-
To say the bar was crowded, was an understatement. The small area was filled with people that were hip to hip, waving beer bottles in their hands, yelling and cheering like they were celebrating a hard-earned victory.
It smelled like smoke and sweat; stickers and hand draw graffiti decorated the walls. Most of the people in there, we're young, mid-20s/ 30s, with the occasional older biker types sprinkled in.
You stood by awkwardly, definitely wishing you wore something that blended in more while Ellie and the rest of the band were setting up on the makeshift stage that was only a few feet from you.
You dazed out into the crowd, rocking from foot to foot when you felt Ellies presence loom over you.
"We're about to start. If you want a drink or anything- just tell Mario at the bar that you're here with me. He'll hook you up." Ellie said in a unintentionally raspy voice, crouching down on the stage to be at eye level with you.
You smile at her, looking down and giving Ellie the perfect time to ogle your tits from a downwards view.
You look up at her and lean in, positioning yourself between her bent knees, letting your nails linger over the denim of her jeans.
You stand on your tippy-toes so that you could get close enough to whisper.
"I'm not taking my eyes off you."
Ellie took a deep breath in as those words danced off the tip of your tongue, so sweet and yet, so suggestive.
Ellie bit the inside of her cheek hard; to bring her back down to earth after the way you teased her. She lifted a finger, tapping it to the underside of your chin, not in an affection way, more of "keep that shit up and see where it gets you" sort of way.
She stood, returning to the center of the stage and draped the guitar around her shoulder, plugging it in and strumming the cords to ensure the tune.
The crowd erupted into cheers louder than before, you look around and can't help but smile as the first few notes start to play.
You didn't recognize the beat, but you didn't care. Your eyes solely looked at Ellie, tuning everyone else out.
She sang into the microphone, chipped black nail polished fingers holding it in place on the mic stand. You felt entranced- under a spell, too busy soaking up the sight and not wanting to forget this night happened.
She looked like a natural, happy, and in her element, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and bridge of her nose, making stands of her hair stick to the sides of her face.
You sway to the music, rocking from side to side with a stupid smile on your face; because all you can think is, she was born for this.
Ellie tried her best to interact with the crowd, but it was hard to look at anyone else knowing you were there, front and center. The way your face lit up in shades of green and red from the neon lights overhead, your smile beaming and how effortlessly you swayed your hips, not too much, but enough to help Ellie imagine you using those movements- swirling your hips on her strap.
You catch Ellie's attention, using the opportunity to blow a kiss at her which definitely may or may not have, made Ellie's voice crack.
You can tell she was frazzled- embarrassed that her mistake echoed into the bar, but no one else seemed to care, too busy singing along and dancing- not to mention inebriated.
You cover your mouth to hide a giggle, your cheeks gleaming from the fullness and sweat of the hot bodies that danced around you.
-
Ellie and the rest of the band; were starting to pack up after saying their closing lines and thanking everyone for being here tonight.
The crowd had fizzled out. Most left, respectively-being it was almost 3 in the morning, while others passed out over tables and chairs.
"Well, whaddya think, was it everything you'd dream it'd be?" Ellie asked, dropping down from the stage to dangle her legs over the edge right next to you.
You leaned against the platform, placing a hand on her knee, looking around to make sure everyone else was still putting shit in the van.
"I think-"
You draw out your words, hushing them into a whisper.
"You- might have found your biggest fan."
Somehow you ended up between her thighs, your hands on each knee as you continue to lean into your words.
Ellie found herself subconsciously leaning in, closing the space between you, her eyes flickering to a darker gaze, her lips parted slightly as short breaths escaped them. You had a spell on her, a girl who thought she could snake her way between any women's legs, but you?
You had all the power over her.
"What do you think you're doing, huh?" Ellie asked, her voice low and coarse from her hours of singing/screaming into a microphone.
It sent shivers down your spine- how she loomed over you, how she looked at you- like she was ready to jump your fucking bones.
You bat your eyelashes, inching you hands further up the inside of her jean cladded thighs, "m' not doing anything, el's... just showing my appreciation is all." You play dumb, rubbing circles dangerously close to the seam of her crotch.
"You're unbelievable-"
"Vans' all packed, ready to go-?"
Ash called out, entering the doorway from the back alley.
You pulled away, clearing your throat, trying to shoot down any suspicions that he may have had. 
Ellie kicked off the platform, running a hand through her shagged haircut.
"Yeah- let's blow this place."
She took your hand in hers, letting you trail behind her as you go back to the car.
It felt urgent and rushed, feeling her grip. She was frustrated and wanted to get you home as quickly as possible to teach you a lesson- make herself feel like she was in control again.
-
The ride home was... tense. Ellie didn't say a word, her jaw clenched, white fisting the steering wheel.
When we got home, she didn't bother saying goodbyes or offering anyone to crash for the night, which she usually would do. She was too determined, too eager to let any more distractions get in her way.
The rest of her band pulled out of the driveway, red brake lights disappearing into the distance, while Ellie continued to tug- more like drag you into the house, making sure to be as quiet as possible to not wake your poor, unsuspecting father.
She drags you up the stairs, your heels making you trip, but she doesn't ease up. The grip on your wrist tightening.
You whisper yell to her, telling her to slow down, but it went unacknowledged.
She yanks you into your bedroom, practically pushing you onto the bed, shutting the door quickly, but making sure to turn the knob so it wouldn't echo a clicking noise throughout the house.
Your heartbeat thuds harder against your chest, propping yourself up on your elbows as you looked at her. You felt a tightening in your stomach, and the room felt like it was on fire.
"You had fun tonight, huh? Like playing your little games with me?" Ellie said accusingly, steeping to the foot of the bed, placing a knee between your legs that dangled over the side.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You continue to act innocent, lowering your voice into a hushed wined like a kicked puppy.
Her knee between your legs forces them apart, displaying your laced-covered heat.
Ellie clicked her tongue against her teeth, slinking a finger to raise the hem of your dress to get a better look.
"Want me to take care of that?" She teases, a cocky smirk hinted on her lips as she motions a eyebrow raise at your sopping cunt.
You almost whimper just from hearing her voice alone, in fact, you probably did.
You don't respond, too distracted by how fucking hot you felt.
Ellie widens her stance, prying your legs further apart as she climbed on top of you.
"Or- do you want me to let you deal with it yourself."
She mere inches from your face, her breath brushing against your lips.
You shake your head desperately, indicating a no.
"Ah-ah.. need to hear you say it pretty girl."
She smirks, her eye contact deepening.
"N-no els.. need your help." You whined, hoping it would make her have pity on you.
Your hands reach up, snaking your fingers through her hair.
She dips down further, pausing before your lips touch. Ellie's lips ghost over, barely grazing yours. Her knee hikes between your thighs and bumps against your cunt.
"A-ah.." You moan, biting your lip and start to grind yourself down on her knee.
In an instant, something ignited in Ellie, hearing your moans and how you desperately tried to get yourself off with little patience or rhythm. She connects your lips, and a low moan vibrates in your mouth as she slips her tongue inside, grazing your teeth and spongy walls.
"You're fucking killing me.." She growls between open mouth kisses, letting her knee drag over your poor, neglected pussy.
You whine, placing your hands on the back of her thighs and pushing her harder against you.
"S' not enough... need more e-ellie."
"Pretty girl needs more, huh?" She said mockingly in a way that sounded dehumanizing.
You nod enthusiastically, your eyebrows furrowing up in frustration.
"Then beg." She stopped all movements with her knee, and your hips raise to connect the contact, but it was no use- only she can save you now.
"P-please els.. I'll do anything- I'll be good.. please." You babbled and pleaded, not really sure what you were saying, but you didn't care as long as it got her to touch you.
Ellie smirked down at you, clearly satisfied that she had you this needy.
"Atta girl... have to be quiet though- Can't have dad hearing you getting fucked, can we?"
You nod pathetically again and Ellie rewards you with a kiss for how good you were being. She pulls away, hovering over you on her knees as she looked down, eyes trailing slowly to take you all in.
She gets off the bed, kneeling at the edge of it to be eye level with your soaked cunt.
"Up."
She taps your calf, signaling for you to prop up your legs and you do what she says without any hesitation.
She thumbs over your pussy, looking up to watch you squirm from the littlest touches that she gives you.
She rubs tight circles over your clit, and to be honest- it felt like a punishment- how lightly she was doing it, knowing how fucking worked up you were.
"Els... please." You whine, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, thrusting your hips up shamelessly.
You hear ellie chuckle to herself before she palms your pussy harshly, rolling her wrist against it which caused you to cry out.
"Sorry baby- just love seeing you all stupid for me." She continued to feel you through your panties, getting you more wet than before.
The pet names she was throwing out had you close by itself, knowing how fucking wrong it was, but fuck... nothing has ever felt this good.
She wrapped her hands around your thighs, fisting the fat between her fingers to spread you out more. You cover your mouth to suppress a moan.
She dips down, hovering over your cunt and you felt her breath hitting your core before she flat tongues a strip over the fabric. She uses her fingers to tug aside your panties, letting the tip of her tongue flick your erect clit.
You bite down on your hand while the other fists your comforter, rocking your hips against her tongue.
"F-fuuu- mm." Your jaw hangs open, fully engrossing yourself with the sensations of her skilled touch.
"Taste so fucking good, baby.. knew you would." Ellie whispered- almost growled between each taste, her hunger growing more out of control.
You pull at the top your dress, yanking your straps down your shoulders and palm your tits, kneading the fat between your fingers.
Ellie noticed, her eyes widening a little before going dark again. She rips off your underwear, yanking them down your legs and tossing them to the floor.
You yelp/moan in surprise as her hands grab you by the back of your thighs and yank you down further to the edge of the bed. She pushes your knees up, leaving your pussy fully exposed to her.
"So pretty.. such a pretty pussy." Ellie says, almost to herself as she placed a kiss to your bud before taking it into her mouth, suckling it until it was swollen and puffy.
You were a mess at this point, overstimulated, and at the same time, you wanted more.
Ellie sat up to watch you carefully, running her fingers over your folds before slapping your puffy cunt repeatedly. It started light at first, but each slap had more power than the last, and she just watched. She watched you squirm, and buckling your hips, trying to get away, but her other hand had a tight grip on your hip to keep you in place.
Full-on tears were streaming down your face at this point, and your clit was throbbing, but you still felt so empty and desperate to be filled.
"E-ellie.. it's too much.. n-need you inside." You said through broken sobs to the best of your abilities.
Ellie's hand tighten on your hip and it will definitely leave bruises for the days to come.
"You need me inside pretty girl?" Ellie fakes a sympathetic tone, her hand smearing your slick further down your thighs before placing a kiss to the delicate skin.
You nod down at her through wet eyelashes, using the back of your hand to wipe away a stray tear.
Your exhale was cut short, Ellie's finger plunging into your pussy, slow at first and just holding it inside, curling it against your walls.
"O-oh- fuuck." You fist the sheets at your sides, your dress bunched up where it only covered a small portion of your mid-section, leaving all the most important details on display.
Her single finger was joined by a second, pumping in and out slowly and spreading them apart inside you. Ellie lacked any rhythm, purposefully slowly her movements when you were close to your climax.
You were a mess, hair sticking to your forehead, and your lip was swollen and raw from biting down on it to keep yourself fucking quiet.
Ellie loved every second of it, watching you fall apart from every little thing she did to you, but it was getting harder to ignore how her boxers were sticking to her own arousal.
After Ellie was satisfied that your were properly stretch out for her, she got up and left the room, leaving you confused on the bed.
She returned not even 2 minutes later, her pants gone, leaving her in just her boxers and her black muscle tank, but she had on something else; a harness that cupped the underside of her ass and a purple silicone dick that stood between her thighs.
Your breath catches in your throat, and a shudder runs down your spine as she strolls over to the bed. 'How could she possibly get any hotter?' You thought to yourself.
She gets on the bed, crawling over you and cages you in with her hands on either side of your head.
Her hand reaches around your throat, squeezing lightly as she connects your lips, it's sloppy and rough, leaving you begging for what's to come.
You break away, your hand coming up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.
"We shouldn't do this."
"Oh- now you want to stop?" She grins, her hand on your throat coming down to squeeze your tit before rolling your nipple between her fingers.
You moan, squeezing your eyes shut as your head presses further back into the mattress.
"S' not what I said." You whisper sweetly.
"Good-" and just like that, her hand holds the base of her dick, lining it up to your entrance, running it along your folds, and coating it in your slick.
"P-please, please, Ellie.. I need it- O-oh.. fuc-k." You're cut off by her dick slamming into you, fully disappearing inside your cunt. Your nails sink into her forearm, surly leaving crescent shapes into the flesh.
She slowly pulls out only to snap her hips forward, repeating the motion that had you reaching for her, begging to feel her lips on yours again.
You were split open, brain foggy and the only thing you could focus on was her. You whine and moan, sharpe exhales cut short by the tip of her cock hitting your cervix just right. You are babbling incoherently, barely able to form a coherent thought, simply muttering her name over and over again, and it was music to Ellie's ears.
She falls forward, her hand wrapping around your jaw as she plants open mouth kisses to your puffy lips, wet of your saliva mixed with hers.
"Fuck- taking me so well, baby. Such a good girl."
She breathed into your lips, pent up frustration covered up by praises.
Ellie was growing more insatiable, her hand wondering down to squeeze your tit, pulling at your redden and abused peak, but it wasn't enough.
Her pointer and middle finger glazed over your bottom lip, smearing your spit across your face before tapping for entry. You opened hesitantly at first, too fucked out to question her. Her fingers slip in, reaching further into the back of your throat. You moan around her, tasting yourself on her as she presses against your tongue.
Ellie snaps, her hips rutting faster against yours, hitting deeper and harder than you thought anyone could. You yell out in painful pleasure, Ellie's hand coming up to cover your mouth as she sucks on your neck, breathing into it like a women starved. Ellie wanted to take her time with you- wanted you to beg for her to come, but she was past that point.
Tears steamed down your cheeks, your nails clawed at the back of her shoulders as she pistoned into your aching cunt. Your cries were growing louder, muffed by Ellie's hand and she felt your body tense under her, signaling how close you were.
Her lips tugged at the sensitive skin below your ear, pulling and letting it plop back into place, moving up to position her lips over your ear.
"Cum fr' daddy, baby girl."
That's all it took, hearing her primitive voice echo in your brain, feeling her breath fan over your neck. Your hips buckle and then stiffen, her lips capture yours the hide the cry that you both knew was coming on. Your back arches off the mattress, your legs tighten around her waist to keep her deep inside as you come undone on her cock.
She slows her pace inside, snapping her hips against your spongy walls, working you through your orgasm.
She quickly placed a kiss to your worn lips, carefully removing herself from you. You were left breathless, still feeling the aftershocks sparking through your body, not noticing Ellie ridding herself of the hardness and the rest of her clothes minus the black sport bra that she kept on.
She crawled back on the bed, her hands prying your knees open as she portioned herself between your legs.
You barely had time to take in the fact she was almost fully naked, her toned stomach and defined 'v' that lead your eyes down to her dripping pussy.
"Wha-? Els... what are you-?" You ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"M' not done with you yet, baby- not after the way you've been teasing me- gonna use your pretty pussy to cum... can you let me do that?" She smirks, rubbing a hand down your inner thigh. It wasn't a question- she was simply vocalizing what she was going to do, and who were you to deny her? 
Your breath hitches, your cunt clenching around nothing, already missing the pressure of her inside. You nod weakly at her, taking your bottom between your teeth.
"Good girl." She coos, leaning down to kiss your knee.
She wedges herself between you two, positioning one of your legs over her shoulder as she sinks down onto you.
"Mm... fuck- oh my god- you make feel so fucking good babe." Ellie moans, grinding her sopping cunt against yours, the combination of your slick coating your thighs and hers.
You're beyond gone at this point, eyes blown out, and the corners of your vision going dark. Ellie grunted with each snap of her hips, her temple resting against your calf as her eyes focused on where you two were connected. Her jaw hung slightly and her brows furrowed upwards, little moans threatened her tongue.
You felt your stomach tightening, your clit pulsating and rubbed raw.
"E-ellie... I can't- gonna cum." You whine, your tone dripping in lust, and desperate to come undone.
"M-me too.. fuck- gonna cum all over your fucking pussy." Ellie said through clenched teeth, speaking more to herself than to you, getting off to hearing such crude words come from her mouth.
If kissing your step-sister wasn't bad enough... this was crossing the line of downright; filthy. The sounds that filled the room, wet skin rubbing against more wet skin, your whines mixed with Ellie's moans and sharp, shallow breaths. It was something straight out of a porno.
"You feel so-fucking-good.. oh my god-" Ellie's jaw drops, rutting her hips harder and faster against yours to reach her growing climax.
Your nails dig into her hip bone, your body going limp and you just take it, too fucked out to do anything else.
You babble her name weakly, eyes rolling back into your skull, grabbing at her in any way you can.
"Fuck-fuck-ohmygod-" You cry, causing Ellie to kiss your inner thigh that rested on her shoulder, sweetly, cooing words of 'I know' and 'cum for me pretty girl'.
Her hips sputter and jolt, growing harder to keep her pace as she reached her peak.
One last glide of her hips had both of you falling apart, shaking and squirming beneath her, whining and moaning into the back of your hand.
She slowed her pace before stopping all together, gently removing your leg and brought it down to rest on the bed.
She laid beside you, breathing heavily, bringing her forearm to rest over her eyes. You both stay like that for for a moment, catching your breath and letting the silence creep into the room.
Ellie turns to face you and brings the sheet up, and over your frame, slinking an arm over your torso. You turn to look at her, almost too engrossed in her features to think about the consequences. Her skin was dewy, freckles sprinkled her cheeks and upper lip, and her lips were full and a darker shade of pink from how chaffed they were. She was beautiful, and you were fucked.
"Probably shouldn't have done that, huh?" She chuckles, bringing her hand up to remove a strand of hair from your face.
A burst of air escapes your nose as you return a giggle, placing your hand on top of hers as it cups your cheek.
"Probably not- what are we going to do?" You ask rhetorically, eyes dazing up to the ceiling.
Ellie hums in thought, memorizing the side of your face, wanting to remember every detail of your skin.
"We could change our names... move to the other side of the country." She teased, but only partly.
"Ha- seems like a lot of work for the sake of having sex with someone." You playfully scoff, rolling your eyes.
Her thumb dances over your bottom lip, swiping back and forth like she's deep in a thought.
"Just say the words and I'll buy the plane tickets."
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do you think you could write hcs of jean with a softspoken gf? nobody writes for him fr it’s so sad
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an! i love jean and this concept anon ! im a soft spoken girl myself so this really hits home 🥹 i hope you enjoy!!
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jean as your boyfriend <3
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SFW
when you two first started dated, jean was convinced that he hit the lottery. you were everything he ever wanted and he loved a girl that kept to herself.
jean sometimes takes you to wing houses & burger joints and watches with a huge smile as you try to order your food against the chaos of the other people conversing around you. you weren’t the biggest fan of having to yell in public, but you tried your best, and his heart melts everytime.
when you first met him at connie’s house warming party, you bumped into him, spilling the contents of your cup onto his white button up. jean had turned beet red as you stood on your tippy toes to whisper a hurried apology into his ear over the sound of the blaring music, while rushing to go get paper towels.
his favorite thing about you is how attentively you listen. it doesn’t matter what he’s talking about, you’ll be making eye contact and nodding along to whatever he has to say.
gets irritated with you during arguments, because you well… don’t engage. he could be giving a verbal, ten page, double spaced paper about how irritated he is with you, and you’ll just look at him like you’re bored.
“all i’m saying is that you don’t have to get aggressive with me over this. yes, i was at armin’s late and didn’t say anything, but i’ll tell you next time, okay? i’m sorry.” “okay.” “i said sorry, damn! stop yelling!”
you aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation, but he is. connect the dots yourself.
“SHE SAID NO GODDAMN TOMATO!” “it’s fine, i can just take them off—“ “not now, baby. gimme a sec, okay? anyway, FIX HER FUCKING BURGER!”
the two of you communicate so silently that it freaks your friends the hell out. when you want to go home, when you’re tired, when he’s needy, when he’s irritated? easy, simple eye contact will send you or him springing into action to fix the problem.
you may be quiet, but you love to laugh. jean doesn’t think he can think of anything more angelic-sounding than the sound of your genuine laughter, only for him.
jean had to learn how to be more tender when doing daily tasks. he was so used to slamming doors and stomping up stairs that he didn’t remember to adjust that behavior when you moved in.
(the first week you moved in, he’d thrown open the door to your bedroom and felt his chest squeeze as you almost tumbled out of your desk chair. now he puts three gentle taps on every door when he needs to come in.)
physical touch fanatic. end of discussion.
NSFW
lemme tell you, this man takes it to heart when you try to hold in your moans. you’re a little embarrassed with how loud you get, but nothing turns jean on more.
“nuh uh, lemme hear you—need to hear how good i’m making you feel, princess..”
during your first time together, he’d almost cum in his pants at the mere sound of your loud groans bouncing off the walls.
loves when you pull his hair more than anything. he takes it as a sign to go harder, fuck you deeper, and he obliges everytime. his cock throbs harder each time you run your fingers through his loose curls.
about 5.7 inches roughly, but thick. his cock flares as it goes downward; the head being the slimmest part. giving him head is fun, you think.
jean has this weird little fixation with your neck. it doesn’t matter what position he has you in, he’ll have a hand—or his mouth—running across the skin of your throat. backshots? he’s got a hand pressing against your nape to keep you in place. missionary? he’s massaging his thumb over your throat so tenderly that it should be illegal. cowgirl? he’s squeezing the sides of your neck while whispering about how good of a girl you’re being for him. he’s pretty damn weird.
his favorite thing to do is eat you out. you deny it, but your voice shoots up a whole octave when he massages your gspot with his two fingers of choice as he suckles on your swollen clit.
utterly surprised at how much you talk during sex. it almost embarrasses him how much you beg, scream, and whine for him. a mixture of ‘please’s’ and ‘fuck’s being infused in his head for eternity.
“oouu—shit, you’re so fucking loud…”
presses down on your stomach to feel where he is so he can try and go deeper… yeah.
tries to fuck your throat hoarse just to hear your raspy voice for a few hours. you’re such a trooper, just sitting there and taking it for him, even if he laughs at you after.
“babe, i’m so sorry—hahaha!” “this isn’t funny, i sound like t-pain!” “I LIKE THE BARRRTENDERRR—ouch, im sorry, i said i’m sorry!”
aftercare god. he’ll spend hours taking care of you, washing your back in the tub, greasing your scalp, making you tea and cookies, the whole nine. this man loves you deep.
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Otherwise known as Seven Minuets in Heaven Part. 2 ;)
Find Part One Here!
Dating isn't easy, and falling in love is even harder. Ryomens love for you isn't up for debate, you're the only girl he's ever felt this way about. What is questionable though is if he's ready to leave his playboy life for you. Were diving back into the Modern Day Frat Boy AU
Warning: This fic contains smut, fingering, cunnilingus, a creampie- you know the drill, as well as Hurt/Comfort, possessive themes (especially in the smut), yandere themes if you squint, and a very much unwanted kiss. Reader discretion is advised <3
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It’s surreal just how many times a heart can break before it shatters. How many times you can watch your boyfriend, who swore oh so many times that you were his one and only, flirt with truly breath taking girls before you finally snap. How many times you can accept the unacceptable before it feels like a full body breakdown, before you’re hiding in your room, crying into his hoodie because despite everything he was still so comforting to your stupid heart that still hadn’t caught up with your brain in terms of relationship status. 
But I’m getting ahead of myself. This story technically starts four months ago, and about a week after your first personal encounter with Ryomen Sukuna. 
“Hey man, are you gonna eat that?” Gojo asked, pointing to Ryomens waffle. Sukuna barely looked up from his phone before pushing the plate over to the white haired man, who took it greedily. The act caught the attention of group empath (derogatory) Suguru Geto, who raised an eyebrow at Ryomen from the other side of his coffee cup.
“You feelin’ ok man?” He asked, setting the mug down.
“She still hasn’t responded to my text, but she read it. Is this what getting ghosted feels like?” Ryomen asked, finally looking up from his phone, “This shit blows, why do I keep doing it to people?” 
“Because you’re a creep.” Nanami said without thinking from behind his book, ignoring the glare from both Suguru and Sukuna.
“Is this about the girl from the party?” Geto questioned, failing horribly to hide his genuine shock. “You haven’t moved on yet?”
“Can’t blame him, she was hot as fuck.” Gojo pointed out, not even bothering to swallow the food in his mouth. A move that would backfire when Suguru hit his back, causing him to choke. 
“It’s not for a lack of trying!” Ryomen said, pointedly ignoring Satoru, “Trust me, I have. I even tried hooking up with that one girl from the Kappa Phi Beta sorority, fucking....” He snapped his fingers to try and remember her name, “Yuki? I think?”
“And?” Gojo asked.
“I couldn't go through with it!” He snapped, more in frustrated with himself than anything else, “I felt like…wrong about it, like dirty. I faked a stomachache to get her to go home.”
“Uh huh.” Suguru said, sharing a concerned glance with Gojo. “Go on.”
“The whole time I was just thinking about Y/n.” He sighed, now earning Nanamis attention too, “About what she would think, and what if she finds out and it hurts her, I just…I couldn't do that.” Ryomen grumbled, resting his cheek on the table. It felt good to vent. Until he realized all three of his friends were looking at him as if he had just grown a second set of arms and two more eyes. “What?” He asked.
��Ryomen…” Suguru started slowly, trying to think of how to put this gently, “You…are a fucking moron.”
“Poor bastard..” Nanami muttered, shaking his head.
“This bitch got his dick wet once and fell in love.” Satoru laughed. Ryomens entire soul flinched at the suggestion, and panicked at the notion it could be right.
“No, absolutely not, that’s insane.” He insisted, sitting back up. “I’ve known her for like, a week! Who falls in love in a week?!” Frat boys in fan fiction, thats who.
“Then why are you getting so caught up in the fact she hasn’t texted you back?” Suguru asked. This was not helping Ryomens panic.
“Because it’s weird! Normally girls text me back immediately.”
“Right, so why does it matter so much that this one hasn’t?” 
“Because…because!-”
“Because you’re in love.” Gojo giggled.
“Say that one more time Satoru and I’ll put Nair in your shampoo bottle.” Sukuna threatened. Satoru was suddenly very quiet.
“You still haven't answered the question,” Geto reminded him. 
“It’s because I don’t want the other girls to text me back! I want her to! I want her attention, I want to talk to her, I want- Oh god damn it.” His ramblings turned into a near whine as he dropped his head into his hands at the realization. Suguru patted his back, trying to be comforting. 
“It’s okay man, it happens to the best of us.” He assured him. He handed him his coffee cup, “Here, try this. It might help.” Ryomen had no fucking clue how black coffee was supposed to help, so of course he had to try it. The moment it hit his tongue he realized why it was supposed to help, almost spitting the drink out at the shock of the flavor. That wasn’t coffee. He looked up at who claimed to be the responsible one.
“Fucking Kahlua?” He asked. Geto shrugged.
“Technically its a black russian, so some vodka too.”
“Suguru It’s seven am.”
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Two weeks after that conversation, you still hadn’t left that poor fools mind. "Either I didn't hear you right or you've picked up a coke habit." You scoffed. He shook his head.
"Nah, coke's a rich person drug. A lowly college student like me can only afford crack."
"They're the same thing, different forms."
"Tell that to the law." He shrugged. You dropped the argument there, knowing he had a point. You just rolled your eyes.
"Then I must not have heard you correctly." You groaned, "why are you inviting me to go fuck at your dorm at," you checked your phone, "8:17 AM?" He grinned and you wanted to punch him in the face. That grin never failed to make your heart flutter and squeal and want to marry him. Stupid fucking heart. 
"I never said hook up, I asked if you wanted to go on a date.” Ryomen clarified, “Like, to go get lunch or something.” And this is where your confusion came in. You had been casually sleeping with Ryomen for a few weeks now, which was fun. But you had convinced yourself he would never want anything more. Why would he? You thought he had a roster of beautiful women getting in and out of his bed, why would he give that up to be with just one? It didn’t make sense to you.
“Ryomen, I thought we agreed we were going to keep it casual.” You reminded him. It was the unwritten contract the two of you agreed to when you started hooking up. It was to keep both of you from getting hurt feelings. He sighed and raised his hands in defense.
“Okay, not a date.” He paused for a second, “Hey, do you wanna like, go get dinner tonight, maybe catch a movie and then head back to mine?” He asked. You felt a blood vessel pop. At this point in your “relationship” with him, you were almost positive the only thing he kept behind those pretty doe eyes was the god damn audacity.
"Ryomen, that sounds like a date." You pointed out.
"Does it?" He played dumb, "well, if you insist we can make it a date." He fucking grinned again. 
"No." 
"Oh come on!" He said it loudly enough to earn a sharp shush from the teacher, reminding him that other people were here to learn not date. He rolled his eyes and returned to a whisper. "What's the worst thing that could happen if you go out with me?" He asked.
What's the worst thing that could happen? Easy: You fall in love. You already knew you liked him way more than any reasonable person would or should. His sense of humor fell in line perfectly with yours, you had similar taste in music and movies, and you knew that he was more caring than he would ever care to admit; a trait you noticed from watching him interact with his friends. To top it all off, he was smart as hell, and he was about as beautiful as God said the Devil would be. He was fucking dangerous, and so easy to love, you couldn't blame any of the girls that fell before you.
And that was the issue. Ryomen had a vice, and it was women. You’d seen it in action on campus, the way past flings would come up to him to try and rekindle something that was never lit in the first place. And he ate that shit up. He loved basking in the attention given to him, and if it made you jealous now, you couldn’t imagine the fights you’d get into if he was officially yours. And you really didn’t need a criminal record.
"What's the worst that could happen?" You reiterated, "I get Syphilis."
"I hate to break it to you, beautiful, but if that was the case you'd already have it." He chuckled. Yeah, you walked right into that one. You pinched the bridge of your nose, repressing the urge to yell at him that it was way too early for this shit.
"Ryo-"
"I love it when you call me that." 
"-Men, Ryomen let me finish," you groaned, "I'm really trying to pay attention here, can you just drop it?" You sighed in exasperation. 
"Sure, if you agree to go out with me." He smirked. 
"Why are you so desperate for this date?!" You struggled to maintain a whisper, "Isn’t what we’re doing right now enough? You’re already getting what you want out of me, why do you want more?" 
Ryomen felt himself shatter, like a wine glass being forced to endure Mariah Careys’ high note. He thought the two of you had moved past your perception of him as a fuck boy using you for you body but, apparently not. Did you not know? Did you not know you were the only woman that was allowed to sleep in his bed? The only girl who he brought to just casually hang out with his friends? The only person in the world that he had ever cuddled with? He didn’t talk about his after graduation plans with any of those other girls. He didn’t talk about his little brother, or why he was a business major to them. He didn’t stay up all night talking to them because he just wanted to hear their voice. All of that was reserved for you. You had no idea just how special you were to him.
"Because I don't just want your body, I want you!" He said just a little bit too loudly. Great, now people were looking, "You've all I've been thinking about for weeks, do you know how weird this is for me?! I'm going crazy over you, and you won't even give me a chance, You won’t let me prove to you that you’re important to me!” You could feel the eyes of the classroom drill into you, and it made you want to shrink away. Something had to give.
"If I agree to go on one, count them, one" you held up a finger for emphasis, "date with you, will you shut up?"
"Without hesitation."
"Fine, then shut up." You chastised him.
"Wait, so is that a yes?" He smiled wide, and if he was a dog his ears would have perked up.
"That's not shutting up!" You reminded him, "it's only a yes if you don't say another word this entire class period." He beamed as he nodded, giving the universal sign for 'My Lips Are Zipped' as he settled into his seat, and you wondered what the hell you had gotten yourself into.
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“You dress way too extravagant for him.” Mei Mei sighed as she saw your outfit. You didn’t see where she was coming from. A tight, albeit plain, black mini dress with pumps was hardly what you would call extravagant. Though, you supposed in the context of your typical wardrobe it was quite the contrast. But, this was your fifth date with Ryomen, and he told you to dress nice. You thought back to your one date stipulation, and almost laughed. You really didn’t expect that first date to go so well.
“Aren’t you the one that told me there’s nothing wrong with dressing up for a date?” You asked as you finished putting on your earrings. She rolled her eyes as you threw that back at her.
“Yeah, if you think your relationship with the guy might actually go somewhere it’s fine.”
“Who’s to say my relationship with Ryo won’t go somewhere?” You scoffed as you turned to her. She scoffed back.
“Ryo?” She all but sneered, “Gross. And it won’t go anywhere because it’s Ryomen Sukuna. He’s like, the literal definition of manslut. He’s going to break your heart Y/n, and you’re not even his official girlfriend. You’re his toy.” Mei muttered. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You knew her condescension came from a place of concern. Mei Mei had been with a lot of guys, and had her heart broken by even more. You almost took what she said into consideration. Then you remembered she had never really expressed concern for you before your situationship, and quickly brushed her off.
“He’s waiting for me.” You smiled at her as you left your shared dorm. You found him standing outside the building, exactly where he said he’d be. He always looked handsome, but tonight he looked damn near dashing. The black dress shirt and slacks worked for him, especially with the sleeves rolled up. He grinned when he saw you, and your heart squealed like a school girl in a shoujo anime. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t walk a little faster to get into his arms.
“Hey gorgeous,” He laughed as he picked you up in one of his signature bear hugs. You could get lost in the comfort of his arms. He sat you down with an adoring smile. 
“Hey Handsome,” you winked, “Ready for our date?” He was taking you to a super upscale restaurant downtown. One of those places where you have to make the reservation like, a week in advance and pay way too much for not enough food. Admittedly, it made you kinda nervous.
“No, not at all,” His confession was disguised with a joke. He was as nervous as you were. “I have to give you something first.” By the power of plot, it was only then that you noticed the thin box in his hand. He lifted it up, presenting it to you as if he was a jeweler as he opened it. You didn’t quite process what you were looking at at first. It was a small white gold, cursive R with small rubies embedded into the stem of the letter. The pendent hung from a dainty white gold chain, and every ounce of your poor kid blood just knew that necklace cost more than your parents rent. 
“Ryomen, what the fuck?” You asked, not fully processing the situation.
“I like to mark what’s mine.” He shrugged with a devilish smirk, “You don’t have to take it, but I bet it would look good on you.” 
“I look good in everything,” You said, taking it out of the box to admire it. It really was a beautiful piece of custom jewelry. Your first reaction was to reject the gift. Gifts like these didn’t come without conditions, expectations. You knew that by accepting the necklace, you were accepting Ryomen. You couldn’t deny your situation anymore, couldn’t delude yourself into thinking the two of you were less than what you were. You’d have to accept the reality in front of you, the future in front of you. You looked at him and felt the smile tug at your lips. “Will you put it on me?” 
“Gladly.” He said, trading you box for necklace. As he fastened the ornate safety clasp around your neck, he leaned down. “I trust you know this means you’re my girl, yeah?” He whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. 
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You hummed, placing a hand on his head to hold him still while you kissed his cheek. Mei Mei was gonna be pissed.
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“Look, we’ll only be there for like, thirty minuets,” Sukuna groaned, rubbing his temple with his left hand. “ABO is throwing the party, so all of us have to show some face.”
“Do you have to show some face, or sell some weed?” You asked, crossing your arms as the two of you walked down the street. In the two months you had been with Sukuna, you had been to more parties than you could count. Which was really starting to stress you out, considering you fucking hated parties.
“Why cant it be both?” he sighed.
“You still haven’t explained why I need to come.” You huffed, pulling down your short dress. You had been trying to put more effort into your appearance lately, and experimenting with just how much skin you were comfortable showing. Sometimes you got it right, sometimes you didn’t.
“I told you babe, guys are fucking idiots. They wanna buy drugs from the guy with the prettiest girl on his arm, and when you’re with me, I’m always that guy.” He smirked, hoping that was going to diffuse the situation at least a little bit. It didn’t. Of course it didn’t.
“Really? You’re flirting with me? Right now?” You scoffed.
“It was worth a shot, right?” He shrugged. 
“I’m going to fucking bite you!” you threatened, stopping in your tracks to emphasize how pissed off you were. He sighed again as he stopped and turned to face you. He put his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him, fighting the grin that came up as he noticed the slight shock on your face. He managed to suppress it though, and put his puppy dog eyes into action for evil.
“I know you don’t want to go babygirl, I’m sorry,” He murmured to you, ghosting the back of his knuckles along your jawline, “But will you go? For me? I’m only asking for thirty minuets.” Fuck. Fuck. This was a dirty tactic and he fucking knew it. You sighed, dropping your forehead onto his chest, and hugging him back as he pulled you into a proper embrace.
“Fine, but…can you promise me you’re not going to flirt any other girls there? Or let them flirt with you?” You muttered.You didn’t just hate parties for the drunken social aspect of them, though that was a part of it. No, you hated them because they always started fights in your relationship. Normally, you loved being with Ryomen. He was sweet and caring, and you knew he loved you. But he also had a problem with leading on other girls. 
You knew his attention whore antics would be a problem, and while you believed him when he said it was never physical- just flirting, that he didn’t even realize he was doing it, it always hurt you anyway. There was always a seed of doubt that it wasn’t as subconscious as he claimed. That maybe he didn’t love you as much as he said he did.
“Of course baby girl, you know you’re my one and only.” He promised, wrapping his arm around you as he walked you to the fraternity house. You had a sinking feeling in your soul this was a bad idea, one that only got worse as you saw all the drop dead gorgeous women in the room.
“Hey, I’m gonna go grab us some drinks, want anything?” He asked, knocking you out of your thoughts. 
“Oh, yeah. I’ll come with.” You said, following Ryomen to the kitchen. There sat Nanami in his designated spot behind the bar, half heartedly listening to an art major talk about the impressionist movement. He was nodding along like he understood, like he was engaged, but there was no light behind his eyes. You felt bad for the art major. 
Ryomen grabbed two cups of the frat jungle juice for the two of you. You took yours and quickly started to chug without even considering who made it, and almost immediately gagged at the burn. You managed to choke it down after a fight for your life. “What the hell is in that?!” You snapped.
“Oh, Suguru made the juice this time,” Nanami said, taking any opportunity to leave the art history conversation, “It has like, an entire bottle of everclear in it.”
“An entire bottle?” You asked in disbelief, “Is he okay?”
“No.” Nanami scoffed, as if you should know. 
“Hey, Ryomen!” Satoru laughed as he and Suguru spotted Sukuna. They walked into the kitchen. “And Y/n!” Gojo gasped when he saw you, always shocked to see you at these events no matter how many you attended. He ran over and hugged you, causing you to chuckle softly and Ryomens eye to twitch. He quickly got in between you two, pulling you from Satorus arms and into his. Gojo rolled his eyes, but otherwise let it go.
“I’m glad you could make it!” He smiled.
“I always do,” You laughed to hide your frustration with that statement. 
“We’ve got a beer pong table set up outside, wanna play?” Suguru asked. There was a beat before you realized.
“Wait, me?” You asked, a little shocked. You fully expected him to be talking to Ryomen.
“Yeah, you,” He chuckled, “You’re our Fraternity Sweetheart, we gotta show you off somehow, right?”
“She is not the frat sweetheart.” Ryomen scoffed before you could process the information. 
“Oh yes she is!” Gojo declared, “Everyone on campus knows it!” Everyone except you apparently.
“No, shes not!” Ryomen insisted. He hated that they called you that. It made him feel like he had to share you with them, a thought that made him actively violent. They could find some other sorority sister to be their sweetheart, but you were his. “Nanami, back me up here.”
“Sorry man, I’m with the boys on this one.” He shrugged, “She’s at all of our events, she’s here every weekend, the chapter loves her.” Oh he did not like the verbiage used there.
“I love how you guys all thought to ask me how I felt about this, so very thoughtful of you.” You laughed at the absurdity of it all. 
“Yea, exactly! You don’t even want to be a sweetheart, do you baby girl?” Ryomen asked, fully turning to you. A realization hit you like a truck trying to teleport you to a fantasy world. Something in the way he said baby girl, in how intense he was in fighting against the tittle. Ryomen was jealous. Of course, this was nothing new, but the idea of him being jealous of these guys just felt so absurd to you. You were used to giving into his jealousy, to baby it and tend to it; like a dutiful nurse. Protecting his ego at all cost. Your first instinct was to continue that tradition, but then you thought about it again. He never went out of his way to try and take care of your jealousy. And being a fraternity sweetheart may actually be fun.
“I mean, I am at every single party you guys throw, I might as well be the sweetheart, right?” You smiled and the other guys cheered, even Nanami let out a little whoop! Ryomens eyes looked dark though. He knew exactly what you were throwing in his face. You wanted to say being this petty was unlike you, but since you started dating Ryomen…
“You offered beer pong?” You smiled to Suguru, who gladly took you outside to the table, Satoru tagging along with a reluctant Ryomen dragging behind. 
It had been four months since you first slept with Sukuna, and two months since you got together. Sometimes you questioned that decision. Actually, you questioned it a lot. You questioned if he ever actually wanted to be in a relationship, or just liked the idea of it. If he wanted to have someone stable waiting for him at home while he still got to do what- or who- ever he wanted. The way he talked to some of the girls at these parties made you think that was the case. He talked to them almost as if he forgot he had a girlfriend, or worse, as if he resented the fact he had one.
Which was so unbearably confusing for you! He pursued you so fervently, as if he was convinced you were soul mates. You were happy to keep things casual with him for exactly this reason. He was the one that wanted to take things to the next level, He was the one that made things official, hell- He was the first one to say I Love You! And it’s not like he tried to hide you, he posted you on social media, he took you out as often as he could, that motherfucker tried to get a tattoo of your god damn name! Thank God Suguru talked him out of that one. It didn’t make sense to you that he would be this obsessed with you regularly, but the moment he got a few shots in his system and a cute girl approached him it’s like you were a ghost to him. It made you fucking angry.
The air was warm and full of laughing as you played against Satoru.
“Hey, you have to bounce it, you can’t throw it!” He giggled, trying to swat away your ball.
“Oh, but you can swat it?!” You scoffed through smiles, “Unfair rules!” This was your third round, and he only had one cup left. That being said, he was about half way through yours, and you were definitely starting to feel it. It was actually kinda nice to be thoroughly enjoying a party. To feel like you were here to hang out with your friends and not just to please your man. 
“Come on Satoru, how are you going to lose to someone who’s wasted?!” Suguru laughed, grabbing your elbow to help steady you. You should have known something was wrong when Ryomen didn’t step in. 
“By also being wasted!” Gojo chuckled as he completely missed his shot and you sunk yours. Cheers and hollers erupted in the crowd, and you proudly threw up both hands as you had won again. You felt like a star. Like you were actually cool, and accepted. You felt amazing. You looked over to your darling boyfriend to share the moment with him.
Only to feel every once of warmth leave your body when you saw him talking to another woman. You knew her well, Amanda from your english class. She talked all the time about how hot Ryomen was before the two of you got together, and joked about stealing him after. From the look of that heart wrenching grin he had on while he talked to her, it looked like she had a chance.
“Walk away. Just walk away.” You thought.“Come to me.” She laughed obnoxiously loud at a joke that probably wasn’t even that funny. Even he looked surprised at the reaction he got. Then she got closer. Your body went into rigor mortis as your lungs forgot how to work. “No. Please No.” 
She kissed him. The next three seconds felt like three years. You watched her wrap a hand around his neck and pull him closer, wrap another hand in his hair and you fought vomit. It was a tender act you thought was sacred between the two of you. You guessed not. You ran off, not having the heart to watch anymore. You didn’t see him push her away and onto her ass. You didn’t hear him yell at her.
“What the fuck skank?! Why the fuck would you do that?!” He scoffed, aggressively wiping his mouth. 
“I-I’m sorry! I just thought the conversation was going well, so-”
“So you fucking kiss me?! Do you do that to every man you have a conversation with?!” He physically spat, “You didn’t even fucking ask! Have you never heard of fucking consent?!”
“Look, I thought-!”
“No, you didn’t think of shit! I have a fucking girlfriend, do you know that?! Jesus fucking christ.” He groaned, walking away from the situation to find you.
You were making your way through the house to go home, fighting tears because you’d be damned if these assholes saw you cry. You swam through the sea of drunken bodies swaying in the house. The bass from the music felt all too intense, the lights all too bright. Everything was just too much. You felt disconnected from and all too aware of your body all at once, and all you really wanted was non-existence. 
“Leaving so soon?” Nanami asked from his place on the houses steps as you walked out. He looked up, noticing the tears you had let slip, and his eyes widened a bit. He immediately dropped the asshole act, standing up and placing a concerned hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, are you okay? Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Ryomen is a cheating bastard.” You managed to gasp through choked breath. This whole not crying thing was so much harder than you thought. That didn’t sound like the Ryomen Nanami knew though. The Ryomen Nanami knew didn’t shut up about his girl. He wanted to marry her after graduation, he was trying to build a life with her. He wouldn’t cheat on her. Something wasn’t right.
“Y/n, I’m sorry, but that can’t be right. Theres gotta be a mis-”
“I gotta go Kento.” You whimpered, brushing his hand away. You refused to listen to one of his frat dude friends try to defend him. You took off the R that weighed down on your neck, his claim to you, and handed it to Nanami. You knew you wouldn’t be able to face him again to return it. “Please give that to him, I need to leave.” You muttered, all but running away from the party.
You should have known better. You did know better. You hated that you expected this and still got hurt. Everything just felt so unbearably heavy. When you broke up with your last boyfriend, you just felt numb. You felt about as inconvenienced by it as when they got your order wrong at Mcdonalds. Annoyed, yeah- maybe even pissed off. But ultimately you got over it quick, it had barely hurt your week.
But this? This felt like hell. This felt wrong. Like when a loved one suddenly dies, or if your house burned down while you were away; like the universe was fundamentally broken- turned upside down and left to rot. You felt so fundamentally stupid for giving him a chance. For letting him trick you into thinking he was in anything other than lust. For falling in love with a demon like him. All of the devotion and warmth you held for him tasted so fucking bitter, like it had been preverted and turned into a curse. You wanted to crawl home and tell your mom she was right.
But, your dorm was much closer. “Hey nerd, how was the- oh no.” Mei Mei said, looking up from her laptop as she heard the door open. You looked like a rejected member of Kiss, make up running down your red face, hair a mess from the outside wind. 
“Mei mei, he-” You tried to get it out, but just choked on your words, breaking down into the sobs you were holding back. Mei rushed over to wrap her arms around you and keep you from collapsing in on yourself. 
“Oh sweetheart…I’m so sorry.” She sighed, leading you over to your bed and sitting down with you. She knew what happened without you saying it. She knew it was going to happen. She was mostly just shocked it took this long. 
“I’m so stupid..”
“Yea, a little bit.” She confirmed, patting your back and shushing you as you broke into another sob. Your phone went off. She checked it for you, snarling at the ‘where are you?’ text he sent. That motherfucker had a lot of gaul. She tossed your phone into your desk drawer, then went and grabbed the emergency ice cream she kept in her fancy mini fridge. She joined you on the bed with two spoons and her laptop.
“Okay, what do you wanna watch?” She asked, pulling up netflix.
Meanwhile, Ryomen was losing his mind looking for you, and Nanami was losing his mind looking for him. “There you are!” Kento snapped as he finally found Ryomen coming out of their shared dorm.
“Nanami, have you seen Y/n?” He asked immediately, “I can’t find her, and I’m about to start hitting people about it.” He said, running a nervous hand through his hair. He had never lost you for this long before, and he was really starting to panic now. If anything had happened to you, he was going to make tomorrows nine o’clock news. 
“Yeah, she ran out like an hour ago saying you cheated on her, is that true?” Nanami asked, feeling like he already knew the answer.
“What?!” Ryomen snapped, grabbing Nanami by the shoulders, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that an hour ago?!”
“Because I’ve been looking for you for an hour dipshit!” He yelled, pushing Ryomen off, “Answer the question!”
“No it’s not fucking true! Why the hell would I do something that fucking stupid?!” Ryomen scoffed at the very idea of such a thing. He remembered his encounter with Yuki, before the two of you had even become casual partners. The thought of trying to be with another woman made him nauseous then, and that feeling had only intensified as your relationship grew.
“Then why does she think that you did?” Nanami questioned further, trying to get to the bottom of the situation.
“I don’t know! I-” Shit. He didn’t even finish his sentence before the unwanted kiss flooded his memories. A hit from a sledge hammer wielded by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson would have been softer than the realization that not only did you see the kiss, but thought it was welcomed. Suddenly, he didn't have blood in his veins anymore, only liquid nitrogen. “Oh my god, she saw Amanda kiss me.”
“What?! Ryomen, you said you didn’t che-”
“I didn’t!” He snarled, “She kissed me when I was trying to sell to her. I pushed her off, it was not mutual!” The last thing Suguru and Gojo expected to find when they went to slip off to their room was Nanami and Ryomen fighting in the hall, but, suppose theres a first time for everything.
“Whats going on?” Gojo asked, needing to be in the center of every drama ever.
“Y/n thinks Ryomen cheated on her.” Nanami explained.
“You fucking what?!” Suguru hissed, ready to fight on your behalf.
“I didn’t actually do it!” Ryomen yelled in his own defense. “She saw Amanda kiss me, but I guess missed the part where I yelled at her for assault!”
“Well she’s officially on the ban list.” Satoru stated what everyone else assumed went without saying.
“Wait, where is Y/n now?” Geto asked.
“Home, I assume. It’s where she was going.” Nanami explained.
“I have to go get her.” Ryomen said more to himself than anyone else, attempting to leave before Gojo stopped him.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Satoru asked, “If it just happened, she may not be willing to listen to you yet.”
“No, Ryomen’s right. The longer he lets this sit the worse it’ll get.” Suguru pointed out. “This is something you address immediately.”
“Not necessarily! She may be working it out on her own,” Satoru was being delusional, “I mean, has she broken up with you yet right? Like officially? Cause if not, showing up at her doorstep out of no where may be the end your relationship.” Wait, he had a point.
“No, She hasn’t broken up with me.” Ryomen sighed in almost relief. You two were still together, that ment there was hope. Hope of a conversation, hope to save the future he had built for you two. Maybe all wasn’t lost.
“Yeah, so…about that.” Nanami muttered almost sheepishly as he held up the white gold necklace you had tossed at him. Ryomen felt his soul evacuate his body and the liquid nitrogen in his veins turn into lead. The room was spinning and the only thing he could focus on was the jewels that should have been around your neck. The symbol of your relationship, dangling abandoned from Nanami's fingers. You had left him and he didn’t even know it.
“Shit.” Mai Mai muttered, checking her phone half way through an episode of whatever you had put on. “Shoko got too fucked up and needs a ride home from the bar.” She sighed. You knew what that meant.
“That’s ok,” you managed a smile, “Go make sure she’s safe.”
“Are you going to be okay?” That was a loaded question if you’d ever heard one. 
“Yeah Mei, I’m not gonna like, kill myself or something stupid like that.” You forced a laugh to really sell that you were falling apart. Mei gave a concerned face, but knew that Shoko still needed her help. 
“I’ll be back in like, an hour, ok?” She said as she grabbed her keys, “If you need anything or god forbid he shows up, call me, ok?” She demanded more than asked.
“Okay, I will.” You sighed, waving off your friend as she left. Once alone, you decided you might as well take the opportunity to get into pajamas. You shuffled to your closet, feeling more like a zombie than much else. That was until you opened the door to reveal Ryomens hoodie hanging up with the rest of your clothes. The icy tendrils of despair returned, and despite your better judgment you pulled the old hoodie down.
He had left it here a few weeks back, and you had been snuggling up in it ever since. At the time it was a major comfort, now it was just another thing to return later. Despite yourself, you still hugged it, imaging you were just hugging him goodbye for some closure. You hoped it would help you let go. Instead what happened is you were greeted with his familiar scent, pine and cigarettes, and your eyes started gushing again.
It’s surreal just how many times a heart can break before it shatters. How many times you can watch your boyfriend, who swore oh so many times that you were his one and only, flirt with truly breath taking girls before you finally snap. How many times you can accept the unacceptable before it feels like a full body breakdown, before you’re hiding in your room, crying into his hoodie because despite everything he was still so comforting to your stupid heart that still hadn’t caught up with your brain in terms of relationship status. 
You collapsed onto your bed as you clung to the fabric, wishing it was him. That tonight had never happened, and he was still yours. It was a nice thought. Your pity party was interrupted by what could only be described as a cop knock on your door. It startled a yelp out of you, and almost scared you enough to make you forget you were sad.
“Y/n, please, let me in.” Mother fucker! Why would he think this was a good idea?!
“No Sukuna, I have nothing to say to you.” You snapped, and he cringed on the other side of the door. He hated when you used his last name for him. It made him feel like his father.
“That’s fine! Just let me say what I have to say.” He begged, “Y/n, it’s not what you think.”
The Audacity
How fucking dare he show up to your door with the worlds lamest fucking excuse and expect it to work?! How fucking dare he act like you didn’t have two working eyes! The rage that filled you with pushed you off the bed and to the door, throwing it open just to smack him across the face. His eyes blew wide at the attack. He had never seen you violent before. He kinda liked it.
“You’re a real fucking douche bag, do you know that?!” You snapped, “You spent fucking months trying to get me to agree to be with you, just to do this to me! Do you know how much this hurts?!”
“Y/n, I-!”
“I’m not done!” You shouted, officially pissing off your across the hall neighbor.
“Take it to your dorm, not the hall!” Utahime yelled from behind her door. You growled, but reluctantly pulled him into your room, closing the door behind the two of you.
“You lead me on for fucking months, fucking months, making me think you loved me and wanted to be with me, just for it to turn out to all be a lie! Then, when you realize you fucked up, you turn up at my door with the lamest excuse known to man! What the fuck do you have to say for yourself?!” You hissed, venom dripping for your lips like thick cyanide.
“She kissed me,” He explained, holding up his hands when he saw you open your mouth to argue, “You asked me what I had to say for myself, right? This is what I have to say, just let me talk.” You closed your mouth reluctantly, waiting for him to continue.
“She started talking to me because she wanted to try pot and knew I had some to sell. I sold her an ounce and we kept talking about her fucking major or some shit. Honestly, I don’t even remember what we were talking about, I was just trying to give good customer service. But I guess she was into it, cause out of no where she kissed me. But I didn’t kiss her back, Y/n! I pushed her off of me, I yelled at her that I had a girlfriend, hell, I’m pretty sure I fucking spit on her. You have to believe me Baby, I wanted nothing to do with that!” 
He was talking fast and panicked, and not at all like how he normally spoke. Like he was scared for his life, grabbing his hair and trying to control his breathing. His fear almost transferred to you, but all you really wanted was to hug him, to assure him it was okay. A part of you wanted to deny it all, because that was so much easier than admitting you were wrong and jumped to conclusions. That you let Mei Mei and your mother get into your head. 
But you knew your boyfriend better than that. You knew that this wasn’t the ramblings of a liar, but the ramblings of a desperate man needing to be heard. The honesty in his eyes, the tremble in his normally steady voice. You thought about how Nanami tried to argue with you when you first accused Ryomen. At the time you refused to hear any of it, but Nanami had never been one to bull shit anyone or defend his fraternity brothers shitty actions. And suddenly, your stomach filled with stones as you realized what you had done, what you had almost thrown away. 
“Ryomen,” You muttered, slowly approaching him as if he was a hurt animal.
“I kept looking for you after it happened, I was going to tell you! But you were gone-”
“Ryo,” You tried again to cut through his thoughts, standing close enough now to touch him.
“But then fucking Nanami found me, and he had your necklace, and-” Oh shit, he wasn’t there anymore. You recognized a doom spiral when you saw one. You gently grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at you. Those puppy dog eyes you fell in love with were wide and full of fear, filling you with a sick dread that made your skin feel far too tight.
“Baby, look at me. You’re getting lost in your head.” You said softly, using your thumb to wipe away a stray tear.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry I-”
“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry I ran away instead of just talking to you about what happened.” You sighed.
“Yea that was kinda hypocritical of you.” He nodded.
“Ryomen.”
“I’m just saying, you’re the one talking about how important communication is.”
“And I apologized, did I not?!” You laughed at the emotional whiplash of it all. He let a small smile slip as he watched. He finally felt like he could breathe again. He pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.
“I swear, this love shit’s gonna put me in the ground.” He more gasped than laughed, the crash of his body no longer being in fight or flight mode weighing heavy on him.
“Ain’t that the truth.” You huffed, shaking your head as best as you could against his chest. Your body still hadn’t gotten the memo that things were okay now. Your bones still felt like they were shaking in your skin. He parted enough to hook his finger under your chin, tilting your head up at him. Your heart skipped a beat, taking in how soft he looked in the moonlight fluttering in from your window. He was proof god had favorites. He smiled softly to you.
“I think you’re worth it though.” He whispered, before leaning down and pressing his soft lips to yours. It didn’t matter how many times they two of you kissed, your heart always freaked out about it- like a mega fan in the pit at a concert. Your arms instinctively moved to wrap around his neck, he he took you by the hips, pulling you deeper into the kiss. He bit your lip, and took the opportunity of your soft moan to slip his tongue into your mouth.
Your body started warming back up, his comforting smell putting your panic response to ease. Your nervous system pulsated back to life, sparks flying in your blood waiting to be caught in his inferno. On one hand, it felt almost wrong to be kissing him so soon after the events of the night- like a betrayal of yourself. On the other, your heart craved him like a drug, his affection gave you a high that nothing else could even come close too. You felt like you were spinning and a heat was quickly pooling in your legs that you knew he could take care of. 
One of your hands tangled into his soft pink hair, tugging softly. He took that as his que to pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his hips long enough for him to sit you down on the side of the bed. His kisses moved from your lips to your cheek, to your jaw, to your neck. You moaned softly as he sucked soft bruises into your collar bone.
He pushed you back down on the bed, lowering himself to his knees in between your legs, like a sinner praying for forgiveness at an altar.. You were suddenly pretty thankful you hadn’t gotten around to changing yet. He hiked the dress up around your hips, smiling when he saw the underwear you were wearing.
“Black lace, huh?” He teased, forgetting the past like, hour and a half apparently, “Were you planning this sweetheart?”
“I assure you I did not plan on us breaking up.” You laughed. He did not like that you used the words “Breaking Up” and “Us” in the same sentence. It didn’t affect him they way that it did before. It didn’t fill him with that overwhelming feeling of panic that it had earlier. It didn’t freeze him in place. Instead, it just filled him with white hot rage. Surely you knew better than that, right? You were his, you weren’t going anywhere. “Breaking up” was not an option. He just had to remind you who you belonged to.
“Good thing we didn’t break up.” He said. Before you could protest, he pushed your panties to the side and ran his warm tongue along your folds, earning him a soft, pretty gasp from your lips. He smirked to himself, noticing how wet you were from just kissing, gathering the silky liquor on his tongue, and swirling it onto your clit. He started spelling his nickname with his tongue, R. Y. O, R. Y. O, and you were lost to whatever he wanted.
Your body pulsated with electricity, every swipe of his tongue sending a new wave of bliss through your body. You moaned out his name, fingers tangling into his hair to try and keep yourself grounded. You felt like you were made of pop rocks and stars, eyes rolling back in pleasure, pulling him closer to your core. You could feel a tsunami building inside of you, a sea of pleasure threatening to over take you.
“Have I ever told you how sweet you taste?” Sukuna moaned, sliping two fingers inside of your gushing pussy. You mentally added that to the list of weird compliments you had received since becoming bedfellows with the wannabe bad boy. Or, tried to I should say. As you were filing the thought away, he curled his fingers into your g-spot, turning any coherent thoughts you had had before into oh fuck that felt good and fuck I’m already getting close. Ryomen felt the way your cunt clenched around his fingers, and felt his own dick twitch. He knew how that clench felt around his cock, and more than anything he wanted to feel it again.
 “Ryo, I-I’m...yea” You tried to warn him, but the electric shockwaves going through your body made communication rather difficult at that moment.
“Oh yea?” He chuckled from between your legs, punctuating his sentence with a sharp suck to the bundle of nerves between your legs. “Then cum for me pretty girl.” It didn’t take much after that, his words of affirmation waking up butterflies in your stomach and in your cunt. A few more curls of his fingers and swipes from his tongue and suddenly cartoon stars were exploding in front of your eyes. Your climax tore through you with a vengeance, the storm hitting you and drowning your senses in bliss and oxytocin. Your entire body felt like it had been struck by lighting made of erotic thrill, the aftershocks leaving you shaking in it’s wake.
Your soul was still trying to make it’s way back to your body when his lips met yours again, your taste mingling with his on your tongue and leaving your head spinning. You went to grab his shirt, finding that he had taken it off at some point, which was more than okay with you. He nipped at your jaw and your neck before pulling away and getting you up long enough to take your dress off you. You went to take off your bra, only for him to stop you.
“Hey, hey, whats the rush?” He asked from the foot of your bed, wicked grin showing off his naturally sharp canines, “Take it off slowly.” This was 100% a power play and you know it. Normally this fucker was literally ripping clothes to get them off you quicker, your sudden uptick in panty buying could attest to that. But now all of the sudden he wanted to go slow? Fine, you could play that game. 
You stood on your knees to give him a better view, slowly shimmying the straps off your shoulders. His scarlet eyes burned into your every movement as you slipped your arms out of the straps as elegantly as one could. You made eye contact with him as you unhooked your bra, one hook at a time. Or, tried to at least. His eyes were trained on your chest. You grinned at the aggravated groan he let out, watching you catch the fabric before it fell and revealed your breast. His eyes were dark and you could tell by his shifting his jeans were getting too tight.
“Slow enough for you?” You smirked at him. 
“Keep running that mouth and I’ll give you something to do with it.” He warned, and you just laughed, finally letting your bra drop to the mattress. You saw his body physically tense as to not grapple you then and there.
“You want my mouth? Oh, but I’d much rather have you somewhere else.” You teased, looping your thumbs into the sides of your underwear as you started to pull them off your hips at an agonizing pace. Ryomen felt like he was going to lose it, feeling his fingers, among other extremities, twitch with the need to touch you. He tried to be a good boy, he really did, but when you rolled your hips at him he lost it. In a flash he had pulled you under him, and was fumbling with his belt.
“Hey, what happened to slow?” You teased.
“Fun experiment, not for me.” He responded, freeing himself from his jeans and lining himself up with your still dripping entrance. He caught your lips in a kiss as he dived in, swallowing your sweet moans as he filled you to the brim. It didn’t matter how many times Ryomen was in between your legs, it always felt like the first. The burning stretch as his hips connected with you setting your body on fire and filling your brain with tv static. You could feel your already weak legs tremble around him, and he groaned as your pussy fluttered around his cock. 
“God pretty girl, you feel so fucking good for me.” He moaned, setting a brutal pace as he pushed into you, his cock brushing against your g-spot and massaging your cervix. “Like you were made to be on my cock.” Who he was talking to was a mystery to you because you were not there. You were in outer space, floating on atoms and space dust as he rocked into you, bliss filling your veins as you felt euphoria spread through you and pool in your core. 
He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, letting him dive even deeper into your velvety walls. He grabbed your hips in a vice grip, no doubt leaving bruises you could take finger prints off of. Every thrust hit your g-spot, the new position letting him reach places that you didn’t know existed. “Oh, fuck, Ryo don’t stop.” You begged.
“Didn’t plan on it,” He assured you, watching the way your eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “Hey no-” He growled, removing his hand from your hip to grab your chin, “Look at me.” You whined as you opened your eyes, meeting his lust filled gaze. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You Ryomen..” You moaned, feeling yourself reaching your peak.
“Who’s the only person that makes you feel this good?” He demanded the validation.
“You, Ryomen, you!” You squirmed underneath him as all of the stimulation became too much. Your hands started to tingle as your body got ready to tumble off a cliff. You weren’t even fully processing what he was asking, you just knew to say his name.
“Who do you belong to Y/n?”
“Ryomen..” You whimpered, digging your claws in his back as your legs trembled, “Ryo, please..” You gasped, teetering on the edge. His hand left your chin and found your clit, massaging expert circles into it. It was your tipping point, sending you hurtling over the edge of your orgasm and head over heels into euphoria, the sea of bliss overtaking you as red hot lava replaced your blood. You felt almost dizzy as you were hit with wave after wave of ecstasy, vision going blurry with tears from the intensity of it all.
Ryomen wasn’t far behind you, the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper with every convulsion. He told himself he really couldn’t have pulled out even if he wanted to; filling you until you were overflowing and thanking Aphrodite for the invention of birth control. He rolled you over as he collapsed next to you, managing to stay inside. 
The two of you stayed like that for awhile, breathing deep in your afterglow, before he finally pulled out, albeit reluctantly. He kissed the top of your head, fixing his pants and finding a washcloth to clean you up with. “I’d say sorry for the mess but, It’s kinda hot.” He chuckled softly. You rolled your eyes and threw on his shirt.
“Dick.” You muttered. He nodded in agreement.
“Is that a request? I could go again.” He grinned as you weakly hit his arm with your finger tips.
“You’re lucky I love you.” You grumbled softly. He nodded.
“I know…I love you too.” He whispered. He waited a second before adding, “We’re still together, right?” more as a formality than anything.
“No, I slept with you as one final hurrah before deleting your number.” you joked.
“Oh, well then, I guess you won’t be needing this?” He asked, pulling your pendant from his pocket. Your eyes widened a bit as you saw it, almost forgetting that you had ever taken it off to begin with. Your hand instinctively went to your neck to protect it, only to find nothing there. obviously. 
“My necklace-” You said, but he shook his head.
“Nope, my necklace. Unless you wanna be my girlfriend?” He smirked that evil smirk. You laughed fondly at him, then gave an overly exaggerated sigh.
“Well I suppose, if it’s the only way to get my jewelry back, then we gotta get back together.” He chuckled as he hooked the chain around your neck again, admiring the way it dazzled against your skin.
“It looks good on you.” he praised, kissing your forehead. 
“Everything looks good on me.” You winked.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO CALLING ME IF HE SHOWED UP?!” Mei yelled as she finally returned home.
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noacfslut · 2 months
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one for the road - matty healy (mechanic!au)
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your car breaks down leading you to a mechanic who gives you more than you bargained for. (mechanic!matty <3)
minors do not interact!
tags: 18+, age gap (22/34), bondage, oral (f receiving), fingering, choking, unprotected sex, dirty sleazy man
7517 words
You were having a day straight from the pits of hell. 
You had slept through your alarm, causing your professor to be unreasonably angry with you when you finally stumbled through the doors of your class. Then a project that you had completely forgotten about had been due today. Of course. And to put the icing on the cake, you failed one of your exams. As the hours wore on, it was one thing after another. You wanted nothing more than to be home, take a bubble bath and crawl into bed to watch movies for the rest of the night. 
But, of course, when you placed your key in the ignition and turned it to bring the car to life, it just sputtered in response. 
"Oh, come on." You groaned, turning the key with a little more force, hoping your anger would scare your car into starting. It didn't. Your head fell back against the headrest as your eyes were shut tight and fists were balled out of frustration. Why was nothing going right today? You sighed heavily before digging your phone out of your purse and dialing your brother's phone number.
"What?"
"Well, hello to you too." Your eyes rolled back even though he couldn't see you. "I need help."
"I don't care, I'm busy." Your brother, Sam, spoke bitterly through the phone. 
"Wait!" You rushed out, knowing him well enough to know that he was about to hang up if you didn't speak fast enough. "My car won't start."
"Okay?" Sarcasm dripping from your older brother's tone.
"Okay?" You mocked, scoffing and scrunching your eyebrows together. "I can't be stranded in the parking lot of my job, can you come get me?"
"I told you, I'm busy." Sam reminded, causing your blood pressure to rise. Why did your brother have to be such a nuisance? "Look, I'll call you a tow truck and I'll tell them to run it by Healy Motors. My friend works there and he'll fix it for you."
"Who?" Your eyebrows furrowed farther, since when did Sam have a mechanic friend? You really needed to start keeping up with him better. 
"Matty." Sam provided, "Just tell him you're my sister and he'll take care of it for you."
You huffed, the thought of being around sweaty men all night was definitely not in your itinerary for the day. "Can't you just take it for me? I won't have to endure men laughing at me for being a clueless girl and you get to hang out with your friend. It's a win win."
"How many times do I have to tell you I'm busy." You could hear the annoyance in his tone, making you sigh in response. "You’re 22 now, you’re a big girl, you can handle it. Matty's nice enough, he might crack a joke or two but you'll be fine. It's no big deal. I'm going to call the tow truck, sit tight."
"Right."
"You're welcome." Sam scoffed before hanging up.
No big deal? You laughed to yourself. Easy for him to say, he was a man who was born with all this knowledge of cars, you didn't even know what the L in PRNDL stood for. 
But Sam was right, all you had to do was swipe your card when the work was done. No big deal. 
And It wasn't a big deal until you met him. 
You walked into the mechanic shop with wide eyes, immediately sticking out like a sore thumb against all the men scattering the building covered in sweat and grease. 
"Can I help you?" The deep voice from behind you caused you to jump slightly, turning your attention toward the voice. You locked eyes with a man with a blonde shaved head, pale skin and a warm smile. Your eyes flashed down to his uniform in search of a name tag, hoping that this was Matty so you wouldn't have to search for him. Your eyes landed on the red stitching that stuck out against his white shirt. George. 
"Hi, I'm actually looking for someone who works here?" You smiled back, crossing your arms over your chest. "Matty?"
"Oh, Healy, yeah. I should've known." The man, George, shot you a teasing smile. Confusion filling your veins at his reaction as you took his silent offer to follow him through the shop. 
"What do you mean?" You couldn't help but ask, struggling to keep up with his large strides. You couldn't help but squint at the man when he shot you a knowing look over his shoulder. He held the door open for you to walk through to the back area where the garage was located, you walked through carefully, not wanting to get dirty. 
"Matty! You’ve got a girl here for you." George yelled out through the garage, voice echoing off the concrete wall, a bright smile on his face as he let the words flow from his mouth. George shot you a quick wink and a pat on the back before walking out of the garage. You brought your arms over your chest and squeezed tight, feeling uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on you. 
You kept your eyes on the concrete floor beneath your shoes until you heard the sound of a heavy door opening, the squealing from the hinges almost deafening. You felt your fingers dig into your sides at the sight of the man walking through the door. Your eyes drinking in the sight of an older tall man with his hair pushed back, a grease stained white button up with a seemingly stark white shirt underneath. You could only assume the button up caught most of the grease keeping the undershirt clean. The button up was rolled up to his elbows, revealing pale skin scattered with tattoos. You felt your throat closing in as your eyes scanned down the rest of his body before you could stop yourself, slowly following down the line of his ridiculously long legs clad in denim and lightly cuffed at the bottom. 
His sudden movement made you bring your eyes back up to his upper half, watching the way his muscles flexed as he reached an arm around to the back on his jeans and pulled out a black bandana from his left pocket and brought it up and around to his mouth, wiping off the excess sweat from around his lips before his eyes landed on you. You could see the way his cheeks raised in a smile even through the black bandana before he dropped the accessory and revealed his pearly whites to you. 
You remained glued to your spot as he made his way over to you, holding his hand out for you to shake, embarrassed by how quickly you took his hand in your own. "Matty." Christ. "I don't believe we've met?"
"Hi, I'm Sam." Your mouth was quicker than your brain, the warmth from his hand making your brain short circuit.
"Hi, Sam." Matty smiled, squeezing your hand slightly before dropping it. The sudden coldness from the lack of his hand on your own made you shake your head quickly as you processed what Matty had just said. 
"Sister." You rushed out, crossing your arms over your chest to try and ground yourself as the smell of his cologne clogged your brain. Matty looked back at you with a puzzled gaze, making you want to shoot yourself in the foot. So much for first impressions. "I'm Sam's sister." You finally explained, realization dawning on Matty's face as he nodded slowly, taking a subtle step forward, one that you wouldn't notice if you weren't so in tune with the man in front of you. "Sorry, it's been a long day."
"You're fine." Matty smiled, shoving his hands in his front pockets. "You got a name, Sam's sister?"
"Yeah." You nodded, too honed in on the way Matty's throat bobbed when he swallowed to even register that he was awaiting your answer. 
"Right." Matty chuckled, looking behind him for a second before bringing his eyes back to you. "What are you here for?" 
"Oh, duh, sorry." You brought your hand up to your forehead, laughing at yourself out of pity. How much more embarrassing could you get? "My car broke down today." You explained, shaking your head slowly when Matty kept staring at you expectantly, waiting for more information to be provided. "And that's all I know. Sam told me to bring it to you."
Matty's head dipped down towards the floor as he laughed, shuffling his right foot on the ground before bringing his head back up to look at you. "I'll take a look at it, yeah, lead me towards which ones yours?" Matty held his arm out in the direction of the various vehicles lined up in the garage. It didn't take you long to find your vehicle, shooting him a small smile before making your way over to your car. "Ah, I should've known."
"I'll try not to take offense to that." You teased as you watched Matty walk around to your car, making his way to the driver side door and holding his hands out. When you realized he was waiting for you to toss him the keys, you were quick to pull them from purse and throw them his way - grateful that he was able to catch them with ease. 
Matty shot you a smile before opening the door to your car and sliding in, the sound of your engine sputtering filled the small area of the garage, making your ears hurt. Matty attempted to start your car a few more times before climbing out of the drivers side and walking towards the front of your car to pop the hood. Curiosity got the best of you and you made your way over to stand next to him, staring down at the various car parts in front of you as if you had any idea what they were for. "Any ideas?"
"I think it's your belt." Matty explained, his dark eyes squinting at the pieces in front of him, hand coming out to support himself as he leaned down closer to the machinery. He twisted the cap to something before pulling a long thin stick out from your car and wiping off the oil with his bandana before sticking it back in. You hummed in response, trying not to show that you didn't even know what a belt was or why your car had one. Matty tried to hide a smile as he closed the hood of your car. You tried to not stare as he slowly unbuttoned the grease stained button up and threw it off to the side, revealing the clean basic white t-shirt that was underneath - showing off more of his muscled arms and even more tattoos. "I think, if so, it's an easy fix."
Matty walked over to one of the other cars, bending over to snatch up one of the garage creepers that laid beside it and carried it over to your own. You tried to ignore the way the muscles in his arms flexed as well as the veins in his hands popped as he carried the object on wheels over and placed it down in front of your vehicle. Matty pulled the waistband of his pants up slightly as he looked over at you over his shoulder, head dipping in the direction of the counter behind you. "You can take a seat if you want." You followed the line of his vision, turning your head to look behind you and seeing nothing to sit on. You turned your attention back to Matty, not being able to stop your eyebrows from furrowing in confusion. "It's clean, I promise, love." 
You tried to ignore how the deep drawl of his voice calling you that made heat fill your stomach, instead you focused on how Matty was insinuating for you to sit on top of his work station counter. Do men not sit in normal chairs? What the fuck is this? "I'm okay, thank you though."
"Suit yourself." Matty shrugged, tucking the front of his shirt into his jeans before crouching down. "Might be here awhile though."
You didn't say anything, too focused on the way his back muscles moved through his shirt as he wiped down the garage creeper with his black bandana before turning and laying down on the device, shooting you a smile before lifting his arms over his head and pulling himself under your vehicle. 
“What are you in college for?” Matty’s voice slightly muffled since he was under your car. 
“What makes you think I’m in college?” Eyes squinted even though he couldn’t see them. You were but how was he able to guess that? 
“Saw the parking pass hanging from your rearview mirror and there’s a couple of textbooks sitting in your passenger seat.” Matty mumbled a quick ‘fuck’ that was accompanied by the sound of something falling against the concrete floor. “Lucky guess.”
You couldn’t help the blush that climbed your face, thankful that he could not see you. “Accounting.”
“Boring.” He drew out dramatically causing you to giggle. “You a sorority girl?”
“Hardly.” You stood there with your arms over your chest, looking around the garage and noticed that the two of you were the only ones left in the garage, making you pull out your phone to check the time - eyes widening when you noticed that it was already almost seven and you were pretty sure that you had seen an hours sign out front that stated they would be closing around this time. "Should I come back another day?"
"Why would you do that?" Matty's feet shuffled as he worked on whatever he was doing down there. 
"Aren't you about to close?" You asked, bringing your eyes back down to Matty when you heard the wheels rolling across the concrete signaling that he was coming out from under the car. Your breath hitching at the sight of his stomach flexing as he raised himself up in a sitting position. 
"I own the place, it’s no big deal.” Matty shrugged. “Do you mind grabbing my pack of cigarettes for me? Lighter should be next to it.”
“Oh, yeah, of course.”  You turned to the side and were grateful to immediately spot both items you’d been asked to retrieve. You tossed the pack and lighter towards him separately - you needed the distance between the two of you to be able to breathe. 
“You don’t mind, do you?” Matty pointed at the cigarettes. “I can step out for a minute if I need to.”
“No, you’re good! It doesn’t bother me.” You assured, wrapping your arms back around yourself - still feeling so out of place in the shop. 
“Alright.” Dark eyes squinting ever so slightly. “Would you like one?”
This wasn’t the first time a man had ever offered you a cigarette but this was the only time you had ever considered actually taking it. You shook your head anyways, the temptation soon leaving once you realized you’d probably cough since it was your first time. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of the older man. “I’m okay, thank you though.” 
“Alright.” Matty shrugged.
“I don’t want to keep you here.” You reverted the conversation back to where it was before. “I’m sure you’ve been here all day, don’t you want to go home?”
You watched intently as Matty pulled a cigarette from the pack - skillful hands quick to light the end of it and suck in a breath, tossing both the pack and lighter off to the side. The cigarette hung between his lips as he spoke with a shrug. “No one to go home to.”
So he’s single, you mentally noted. “Okay, but I feel bad. I can come back tomorrow, really.”
“And how do you expect to get home tonight?” Matty spoke with a teasing tone, taking another drag and raising a brow. “You gonna walk?”
I could go home with you - you wanted to voice but couldn’t find the guts. “Maybe.”
Matty rolled his eyes playfully, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth and running a quick hand through his curls. “Why don’t you just let me do my job, hm?” You didn’t really have anything to say to that, sighing and giving in. “Now hand me that flashlight, will you, love?" 
You turned back around to the counter behind you and reached for the red flashlight Matty was referring to, walking it over to him this time instead of tossing it. Matty shot you a bright smile as he took the flashlight from your hands. “I appreciate it.” You felt almost a little woozy being near him, the smell of his cologne now mixing with the smoke that lingered in the air and clouded your brain. You shot him back a soft smile, quick to turn on your heels and make your way back to the counter - the feeling of his eyes followed you all the way back, lighting your skin on fire. You wished he'd go back under the car so you could have a chance to breathe. "So, what's Sam doing? I haven't seen him in awhile."
"Busy." You shrugged, mirroring the raised eyebrow the man had given you as he waited for you to give him more information. 
"That's all I get?" Matty questioned, twirling the strap of the flashlight between his fingers as he cocked his head to the side. 
"Your guess is as good as mine." You held your hands up in defense. 
Matty shrugged his shoulders, "He's probably with Christina." Matty spoke casually, laying back down against the garage creeper and lifting his arms above his head, ready to pull himself back under the car. 
"Christina?" The confusion was evident in your voice. "I thought he was dating Quinn?" You didn't miss the way Matty tensed, his hands on your car gripping tighter than before, he looked like a deer caught in headlights as you could see the wheels turning in his head to try and come up with a way to save his friend. "You know what, not my business, I don't care." Matty grimaced, shooting you an apologetic smile, one that you rolled your eyes at. "How do you even know Sam?"
"Just seen him around." Matty's smile turned into a shit-eating grin from being just as vague as you had been. Matty finally slid back under the car and you felt as though you could breathe now that you could only see the long stretch of his legs and not the face that they were attached to. Deciding that this was going to be more than a two minute process, you finally gave in and hopped on top of the counter. You crossed one leg over the other, smoothing your hands over your thighs after settling on the cold surface - pulling down the hem of your skirt so that you weren't too indecent. "We met in college."
The question of how you had never heard about Matty until today had finally been answered. “I didn’t know college existed in the ice age.” You teased the man about his age through a wide smile - one that grew impossibly wider when Matty threw a warning “Watch it.” your way. You giggled one last time. “You didn’t mention you went to college.” 
“You didn’t ask.” You didn’t even need to see his face to know he was smirking.
Your eyes rolled in return. “So what did you go for?”
“I didn’t have a plan when I went, just sort of assumed I’d figure it out once I got there. That didn’t happen, obviously, so I dropped out and started this.” Matty explained over the sound of clinking metal. 
“I see.” You nodded to yourself. “Sam never talks about his college days."  
"Probably because he doesn't remember them." Matty laughed from under the car, his arm coming out to blindly wave towards the direction of the toolbox. "Darlin', will you find me a socket wrench?"
You were hoping he wouldn't ask you something like this, the embarrassment already filling your veins as you twisted your body to the side to face the box full of tools and staring at the shiny metal in front of you in complete cluelessness. You knew what a wrench looked like, you had located that almost immediately. But a socket wrench? Your brain couldn't even begin to fathom what that would look like. Before you could stop yourself, your brain was telling you to speak before you had time to be embarrassed. "What the fuck is a socket wrench?"
Laughter was heard from beneath your car, growing louder as Matty rolled back out from under the car, his eyes full of amusement as he pulled himself up off the ground and made his way over to the counter that you sat on top of - digging his way through the toolbox with his still lit cigarette hanging from his lips. It was embarrassing how quickly Matty found the tool he needed, but in your defense, even after knowing what it looks like now you probably still wouldn't be able to locate it if he asked again. "This, love, is a socket wrench."
Matty knocked the wrench against your thigh ever so slightly, trying to come off as teasing but the action did nothing but make your breath hitch and heat pool in your stomach. Matty raised his eyebrow at you, slightly squinting his dark orbs at you. Trying to distract him from seeing the effect he had on you, you quickly changed the subject. "What are you even doing down there?"
"Being nice and changing your oil while we're here." Matty shrugged, doing a quick once over of your body as he pulled his cigarette from his lips and mashed it out in the ashtray behind you - his eyes refusing leaving your own until he turned on his heels and made his way back over to the car. "On the house."
You found yourself saying your name, leaning back on your hands from your place on the counter, staring down at Matty as he settled on the board and stared back at you with a puzzled gaze. 
"Pardon?" Matty asked, bringing his black bandana out from his pocket to wipe away some of the sweat that had began to appear on his forehead. 
"Y/N." You repeated with a shrug. "I'm Y/N."
Realization dawned on Matty's face as he rested he bandana down on his thigh, his mouth slowly turning into a smile and his eyes glimmering. "Oh, so Sam's sister does have a name." You smiled back at him, butterflies filling your stomach and quickly being replaced with heat as your eyes fell to the way he tried to subtly untuck his shirt from his jeans. It wasn't subtle. "Pretty."
And then Matty was sliding back under the car, his shirt sliding up with him as he raised his hands over his head. You couldn't help but drink in the way his lower abdomen was now on full display to you. Your head was whirling as you came to the realization that this was his goal. He wanted you to stare. Well, he was getting his wish. You stared at the way his stomach flexed as he worked underneath your vehicle, the small grunts coming from his body making you squeeze your thighs together on instinct. 
After a few minutes had passed, Matty was sliding back out from under the car, face flushed and covered in sweat and some oil that also covered his hands. The sight of his dirty hands had you squeezing your thighs together once more. Matty rose into a sitting position, ignoring the bandana on his thigh and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, raising it to his mouth to wipe away the sweat that collected there too. "Now, we wait for the oil to drain." You only nodded your head in response, not trusting your voice considering Matty had just had his chest on full display. "You alright, love?"
If you couldn't see the way Matty was staring at you with a smug expression, you would assume he was just being kind. But he wasn't being kind, he was teasing. He knew the effect he had on you. Well, two can play at that game. 
You had been sitting with your legs crossed this entire time, but decided to play bold before your brain could convince you otherwise, you uncrossed them and sat with them ever so slightly open. Matty's dark eyes were quick to widen, dropping his shirt from his hands and raising an eyebrow at you. The two of you held eye contact, almost having a silent battle of who would be the one to break it first. Matty lost, surprisingly. "I'm gonna, uh, I'm gonna go wash my hands."
You nodded, sad to see the oil go - the dark liquid almost seemed to accentuate the veins in his hands even more than when they were clean. You watched as Matty raised from his spot on the floor, eyes falling to the black bandana that fell from his thigh as he stood and walked towards the bathroom to wash his hands. Before you had time to process what you were doing, you found yourself hopping off the counter and walking over to where the bandana was splayed out on the floor. You leaned over to pick it up, running the cloth through your fingers as you made your way back over to the counter and hopped back up to sit where you were before. 
You heard Matty clear his throat, the sound making you turn your head to watch him walk towards you, his dark eyes focused on the way his bandana twirled within your fingertips. "I was wondering where I left that."
"Yeah, you dropped it when you got up." You felt dumb explaining yourself, knowing that Matty probably realized that when he saw you holding it. It didn't stop Matty from standing in front of you, locking eyes with the tall man as he towered over you even from your place on the counter. You couldn't help but gulp when Matty took another subtle step forward, his denim clad thigh barely touching your knee cap, but enough that it caused goosebumps to raise on the skin there. Your eyes scanned his face, landing on the oil stain from earlier, raising the bandana to his forehead before you could even think about what you were doing. 
Matty's breath hitched in his throat as the bandana made contact with his face, holding the air in his lungs as you gently rubbed the fabric against the skin, removing the oil from the area. Matty watched as your eyebrows scrunched slightly, he could only assume that the oil wasn't budging, he knew it was a bitch to get out. 
He wasn't sure what he was expecting you to do, but the absolute last thing he was expecting was for you to bring the black bandana down to your mouth, wetting the fabric with your tongue before raising it back to his skin. Matty's dark eyes pinned you to the counter and your own glimmered as you watched the oil disappear better with the wet bandana. Your movements became slower when you felt Matty nudging his way between your legs, knocking your knee that had been barely brushing against his thigh to the side so he could make room for himself, bringing a hand out on the counter to steady himself as he crowded your space. His voice was deeper - more raspy than earlier as he spoke your name quietly through the otherwise silent garage, your name being the first thing spoken between the two of you over the past few minutes. You slowly dropped your hand from his face, letting it fall to his shoulder as you stared back at him. "Yeah?"
"I'm going to kiss you now, yeah?" Matty delivered it as a question, but he had already made his mind up, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that started off as hesitant but became more confident when you gripped his shirt in your hand and started to kiss him back. Matty's hand tried to grip the counter to ground himself but eventually decided that your waist was a better place for it as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, smiling against your mouth as you sighed into his. 
Matty placed one last kiss to your lips before leaving a trail that started at the corner of your mouth and ended at your collarbone, licking the clavicle and grazing his teeth against it gently before making his way back up your neck. The kisses he had been placing on the area turned into more tongue and teeth than lips as he felt your legs find their way around his waist. You squeezed your legs against him as he nibbled your earlobe between his teeth before whispering, "You've driven me insane since the moment you walked in here."
"Yeah?" You breathed out, bringing your hands into his hair to tug slightly, wanting him off your neck and back on your own lips. Matty took the hint and gave you what you wanted, crashing his lips onto your own in a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything else. You held onto his hair as he scooted your hips closer to the edge of the counter, the action putting you against him.
Matty's hands left your waist to run across your body blindly as his tongue continued to search your mouth. You felt one of his hands find your arm, bringing it down to your lap and pulling the bandana from your hand. Matty broke away from the kiss, much to your dismay, but the disappointment didn't last long as you were met with the sight of Matty breathing heavily in front of you. His eyes were dark and glazed over, hair disheveled and lips plump and a deeper shade of pink than they had been a few minutes ago. You felt your heart pounding against your rib cage as Matty reached out for your other arm, chest rising and falling quickly as he brought your wrists together and looked at you through his lashes. You could see the unasked question behind his eyes, gulping in response as he brought the black bandana to wrap around your wrists, bounding them together with a tight knot. 
At this point, there was no air left in your lungs as you watched Matty's veiny hands pulling on the bandana to make sure it was tight enough to not fall off. "Okay?" You nodded embarrassingly fast as you leaned forward to kiss him again, a whine rising in your throat when Matty leaned his head back just in time to miss your lips, a smirk gracing his face as you huffed and were already pulling on the restraints. 
"Matty." You whispered through shaky breaths, squeezing his waist with your legs once more, hoping he would get the hint. The sound of his name falling from your mouth was all he needed to bring his lips down to meet your own again, your fingertips reaching out to grab ahold of the hem of his shirt, tugging on it as Matty pulled your bottom lip between his own. 
"Gonna be good for me, yeah, darlin'?" Matty spoke against your lips, his hand sliding from your waist to one of your thighs, gripping the skin as the kiss grew impossibly deeper. 
"Mhm." You nodded, Matty taking the movement to his advantage, pushing your head back so your neck was on full exposure to him and kissing down the expanse of your throat, his hand slid up from your thigh and under your skirt, playing with the waistband of your underwear as he made his was down to your collarbone and bit the area. "Please."
"Tell me what you want." Matty's hot breath hitting your skin was sending you into a frenzy. You were too nervous to ask for what you wanted, a whine escaping your throat as Matty removed his hands from your waistband and lips from your neck at the same time. He stared down at you intensely before bringing his hand up to your mouth so he could run his fingers along your bottom lip, slowly pushing two digits into your mouth and eyes glazing over at how quickly you sucked them into your mouth. "You look so pretty like this." Matty cooed, bringing his other hand up to your neck, his thumb settled on the underside of your chin and pushed your head back as his other fingers dug into the side of your neck. Your vision clouded as Matty cocked his head to the side slightly as he drank in the sight of your lips around his fingers and hand on your neck. "Sinful." 
And then Matty's hands were gone from your mouth and neck all at once, down at your waistband so quickly that you didn't even have time to miss them before he was pulling down your underwear from your legs, removing your legs from his thighs so he could get them off easier.
Before you could rewrap your legs around his waist, he was dropping to his knees in front of you, staring up at you through his eyelashes and a smirk evident on his face. "Look at you, so pretty." Matty cooed, eyes falling down and voice teasing as he ran his finger through the wetness that pooled there, bringing it up to his mouth and licking it clean. The two of you groaned at the action, Matty smiling around his own finger before removing it and bringing his face closer to where you wanted - needed him to be. Ever the tease, Matty blew against you, making you squirm against the counter. "Matty."
"Yes?" Matty replied, smirk evident in his tone, you didn't even need to look at him. You did anyways, more wetness pooling at the sight of Matty staring up at you down on his knees between your legs, his curly hair falling into his eyes as his tongue came out to wet his lips before he finally leaned forward to lick softly - avoiding where you needed him most. “Did you need something?”
“Please don’t tease.” Your voice is soft and breathy, making Matty shift his knees against the concrete. “Need you.”
And that was enough for Matty to lean in a lick a more broad stripe, pushing your thighs more open so he’d have the room to dive in. He loved the faint noises falling from your mouth, but he needed to hear you more. He fit his lips around your bundle of nerves and sucked. You gasped, hips lifting slightly and smearing your wetness across his chin. Matty takes this as encouragement, bringing his hands up to your hips to pull you closer to the edge of the counter and closer to his face. Matty's eyes fluttered shut as he licked and sucked at an achingly slow pace, it was a sight that you wanted to capture forever. 
"Fuck." You moaned, tossing your head back and hands pulling against the bandana that bounded your wrists together. You wanted nothing more than to bury your hands in his hair. 
Your skin was on fire, your throat closing in as he took his time with you - tongue swirling ever so slowly around your bundle of nerves before placing a soft kiss to your clit. You felt Matty smile against you as you brought your fingertips as close to him as you could, your bound hands falling onto his head but the positions he'd tied your hands in making it difficult for you to grab any of the hair in your hands. 
"Be good, love." Matty mumbled against you, the vibrations sending a new wave of arousal through you. 
"M' trying." You sighed, your hips jerking when Matty sucked, digging his fingers into your hips. 
"You're being so good for me, baby." Matty assured as the new pet name had your stomach filling with butterflies amongst the fire. Matty pulled back to catch his own breath and ran his fingers along your folds, using his free hand to hold your hips down, ignoring your whines of protest at the action. You felt embarrassed on display like this - Matty kneeling on the concrete floor staring at his fingers exploring you. It was overwhelming, you needed him back on you. 
“Please.” You begged, bringing your leg up and over his shoulder to tug him into you. “Please.”
Matty’s fingers that had been exploring came up to expose your bundle of nerves before leaning in and spitting on it. You couldn’t help the groan that ripped from your throat as you once again tried to free your hands from the black bandana. This was so unfair. You needed your hands on him. “So fucking pretty.” Matty mumbled before finally leaning in to suck your clit back into his mouth. Your head fell back once again, gasps falling from your lips as you tried your best to move your hips against his face despite his hand having a tight grip on them to stop you from doing so. 
You were fighting for your life to not clamp his head between your thighs as his tongue found its way into you, his nose brushing up against your clit and adding to the pressure building in your abdomen. "Matty, I'm close." You cry out, causing Matty's tongue to find its way back to your bundle of nerves, all of his attention focused on the area now. Matty's head moved side to side, tongue moving rapidly and getting his whole face into the action of making you fall apart. Your body shook violently as you fell apart against his mouth, whines and moans falling out as your thighs tightened around his head. 
Matty continued his tongue work as he brought you down from your orgasm, his eyes opening with a new found glint and mischief in them as he winked at you and replaced his tongue with a finger gently exploring your folds as he leaned back and licked the remainder of you from his lips. His chin gleamed as he brought his bottom lip between his teeth, rubbing along your folds before slowly pushing a finger into you, a gasp falling from your lips at the sensation - his fingers were much longer than your own. Matty rested his head against your thigh, staring up at you with faux innocence as he started to pump his digit in and out of you. "Matty."
"You think you can go again, love?" Matty asked, turning his head into your thigh to place a wet kiss there. Already opening his mouth to speak again before you could protest. "You sound so pretty falling apart on my tongue, baby, I just wanna hear it again." You gasped as Matty curled his finger inside of you, making you twitch against him as his teeth grazed your thigh and he kissed the area once more. "Please."
You were going to die. Matty was begging to eat you out for a second time when men you had been with before had to be forced to even do it once. You had to be dreaming. "Fuck- Okay."
Matty smiled against your thigh before trailing kisses back to where he had made a home a few minutes ago, dipping his head to suck your swollen clit into his mouth, slipping a second finger in next to his first as he did. You were desperately trying to break free from his bandana he had you wrapped up in, the action pointless as Matty had checked to make sure it was tight enough so you couldn't. Matty curled his fingers at the perfect angle, almost like he had been fucking you for years, flicking his tongue at a slow and gentle pace as his fingers moved at a complete opposite one. He brought you to another orgasm just like that, the second one almost more intense than the first since you were still sensitive from not having time to recover. 
Matty slowly removed his fingers from you, making your body jolt at the feeling of sudden emptiness, placing a final, gentle kiss to your clit before standing up from his spot on the ground to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue. Your mind was so dizzy, still floating after your two orgasms and now the taste of Matty and you mixed on your tongue. You sucked Matty's tongue into your mouth to taste more of yourself, Matty moaning into your mouth at the realization and grinding against you to try and relieve some of his own pressure. "Matty."
"Yeah, baby?" Matty whispered against your lips, bringing your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down harshly as he continued to rut against you. 
"I need you." Your bandana bound hands reaching down to his zipper and trying your hardest to get his jeans open, whining out of frustration when you didn't have the availability to do so. "Please."
"Baby." Matty breathed out, bringing his hands down to your wrists, toying with the knot of the bandana and looking at you through his lashes. "Greedy baby." Matty teased, pulling on the restraints and earning a wine from your throat. Matty dropped your wrist in favor of wrapping his hand around your neck, applying a bit of pressure and bringing his lips up to your ear. "I'll fuck you." Matty promised, licking the shell of your ear. "Right up against this counter."
"Please." You begged as best as you could with his hand around your throat, Matty smiled down at you, pulling you in by the neck into a sweet kiss and making you feel floaty all over again. Matty pulled away, running his hand from your neck back down to your wrist - undoing the knot that held them together. 
"Wanna feel your hands on me while I fuck you." Matty explained, making you hum in response as the bandana fell from your wrist and Matty brought them up to his mouth to kiss the slightly red marks that graced the skin. Then Matty was bringing your arms to his shoulders before undoing the button and zipper on his jeans and pulling his cock out, pumping himself a few times to relieve the pressure before bringing the head to rub between your folds. 
Your fingers were already digging into his shoulder before he had even started to push in, but as you felt him bottoming out inside of you you couldn't help but bring your nails deeper into his skin as you held your breath. You were sure you could feel him in your stomach, he was so deep. 
"So full." You mumbled out, Matty close enough to you that you could bite into his shoulder as he started to thrust into you, hips snapping against your own as he drove impossibly deeper into you. You clenched around him, making his hips stutter before he was picking up his pace and driving into you impossibly quicker.
"Fuck, you feel so good." Matty sighed, leaning back so he could watch the way he was fucking into you, moaning at the sight and causing your fingers to dig into his neck harder as the new angle made him impossibly deeper. "So good for me baby, fuck."
His fingers came down to circle at your already sensitive clit, making you gasp and run your fingernails down the back of his neck as his thrusts came harder and faster as he chased his own release. Matty's fingers were flying over you and soon you were shaking for a third time, hands coming up to his face to bring him in for a kiss that was more teeth than anything else as he continued to fuck you through your high. Matty groaned, thrusting a few more times before pulling out of you and pumping himself until he was releasing all over his hand, careful not to get any on your clothing. 
Matty watched with heavy eyes and a heaving chest as you brought his hand up to your mouth and licked it clean, groaning at the sight and bringing your lips to meet his own. 
"I'm really glad your brother told you to come to me." Matty laughed into the kiss, biting at your bottom lip in a teasing manner. "He really is the best wingman. Even when he doesn’t mean to be."
"I'm really glad my car broke down." You laughed with him, twirling a piece of his hair between your fingers. "Now, who's going to tell him that my car didn't get fixed?"
Matty threw his head back in laughter, bringing more laughter out of you as he brought his almost back to normal eyes down to meet your own. "Guess that means you just have to come back, huh?"
"What a shame." You smiled, allowing Matty to bring you in for another kiss.
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SydCarmy Meets The Family <3
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>>> The thought of Carmy being introduced to Sydney’s tons of Nigerian Aunties and Uncles is very humorous to me.
“And Here he is! I brought you my boyfriend, Carmen finally. So everyone leave me alone about it.” Sydney starts, once she has hugged everyone.
The ‘Please go easy on my white man’ is silent but they nod. Raising up to shake his hand and her littlest clingy cousin who greets her, stares him down like he’s an alien.
He sticks out like a blonde haired blue eyed sore thumb, but once he’s been greeted and given a general threatening message via all her uncles (in tight jeans and sandals, which lightens the threats) he is told to put down the things they brought in the kitchen.
“Nice firm handshake.” He hears an uncle comment as he leaves and he is elated. It’s small but it’s approval!
Once in the kitchen, the auntie’s crowd to greet him with hugs and get distracted seeing him for the first time, squeezing his muscles and touching his hair.
“Eh… nwa ocha ya di short mana sara mbara…”
“Ma o nwere big muscles!
“No! Yana min kyau! Cute!”
Carmy: “Uh, do… do they like me?”
Sydney: “Oh, they love you. They’re plotting to steal you away from me.”
“Big nose too!”
Carmy: “well… okay, that was English.”
Little cousin, David, walks up to Carmen as he chops vegetables. Pulling a little stool over and standing at his side, wordlessly. He stares first at Carmen himself then the vegetables the white man cuts so effortlessly. Little sticky fingers rise and reach for the knife and Carmen just laughs as he attempts to pry it from much larger stronger hands.
“Can I see?” David asks, confused on why his big cousins boyfriends thinks he’s so funny.
“Unfortunately, this is a knife. Too heavy and sharp for you to use.”
David is heavily offended that he is being underestimated. “I can chop! I chop for Mama everyday!”
“David!” He heard said Mama begins to scold him, “You raise your voice at guests?” David begins to tear up.
“Not at all, Auntie.” Carmen inserts, David cut off from his whine. “He’s just asking if he can help me cut vegetables. I didn’t know he had experience.”
David’s mother melts immediately and confirms that yes, David does chop carrots and garlic for her. “Oh, He’s very smart! Knows how to hold it and everything!”
So Carmen lets David help him ‘chop chop’ keeping a steady hand in his as the little boy is taught new techniques and tricks.
By day’s end, he is smitten with his new weird looking older cousin and makes it plain by crying when it’s time to part. Sydney is so proud that she lets him parade around as the new favorite cousin.
>> And Sydney meeting a couple other “less-than-woke” Berzattos? Older Italian people setting eyes on their introverted little nephew’s girlfriend?
“Che bellezza!” A drunk uncle of his screams almost immediately before Carmen can get her name out.
“Gambe piuttosto lunghe… You guys will have such cute babies!”
“Oh, mixed babies are the cutest!” Donna throws in.
“Ma…” Carmy warns.
“Oh, you’re so WOKE, Carmen. Chill out! She’s givin’ her a compliment!” His Uncle says before turning back to the game.
“Ya mother’s right, Carmen! See, my sista has the cutest little grandchildren! Remember little Joey, Carmen? He went and found himself a black girl too!”
Carmy: “Okay, Aunt Glo, thank you. Can we move o-“
“And they have just beautiful little caramel children! And their hair! Ugh! Ricci e belli!”
Sydney is just nodding and trying not to laugh at how mortified Carmy is. He looks over to her in apology, but none of these comments are particularly too inappropriate and they mean well.
“But she’s skinny…”
“Skin and bones! Let’s feed her then, come with me, sweetheart!”
Sydney: “O-oh, uh…” but her hand is captured and she’s being led into the kitchen to be fed by hand.
She tosses a help look to Carmy and he shrugs with a small smile.
“Hopefully this’ll make your hips wider… The Berzattos have large heads when they’re babies, unfortunately.”
Carmy: “Ma! Cut the baby talk!”
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janeyseymour · 1 month
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Once again, I just want to say I love your writing!! I was wondering if I could make a request? Reader goes out with the Abbott gang (maybe for a teacher mixer or something) and gets tipsy and Mel ends up taking care of her?
Details totally up to you; I just really like seeing what you create!
bestie, i got you.
Part 1. Part 2.
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Enchanted- pt 3
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Ava is currently trying to get you to convince Melissa, your girlfriend of two months now, to go out with you guys even though you know it’s almost a hopeless cause. Her and Barbara usually choose to stay in for the night and drink wine instead of going out and partying with you guys.
“Ava, I really don’t think she will… and I know Barb wouldn’t be caught dead in the clubs we like to go to,” you tell her.
“What if we just went out to a nice bar at first? I’ll let Jacob choose the place, so you know it’ll be boring as hell,” she counters.
You purse your lips at that. Those are usually the outings that the two older women are more willing to partake in. “I’ll talk to her, okay?”
“Let me know, girl. Because if she ain’t goin’, there ain’t no way in hell I’m letting the white boy pick.” Your best friend hangs up after that, and you sigh softly to yourself. This isn’t going to be an easy task.
As you pull into her driveway, you know you’re going to have to ask her. And normally, she’s willing to do virtually anything you want, but this is going to be tough- even for you.
“There you are, gorgeous,” Melissa smiles from the doorway. 
You give her a wave before reaching into your passenger seat to grab your bag and the wine you brought over. You can feel the way her eyes are trained on your ass in the tight jeans you’re wearing (you’ll steal a pair of her sweatpants once you’ve gotten what you want). You make your way up to the door and pull her in for a soft, warm kiss.
“Hey,” you say softly. She lets you in and leads you to the kitchen. It already smells amazing.
She stirs her sauce for a few seconds before spinning around and drinking in your look. Her eyes go up and down your body a few times as she licks her lips.
“Like what you see?” you chuckle as you reach up to grab two wine glasses.
“You know I do,” she says huskily, hands palming your ass before wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against her.
You turn in her arms and give her a quick peck. “Not now,” you laugh. “I want wine and dinner.”
“Not a good day at the office?” she asks you, brows furrowed in concern.
“If you thought Ava could be bad, you would murder my boss some days,” you sigh. “How was your day, babe?”
“Actually pretty good,” Melissa tells you as she sets her chin on your shoulder. “Ava was willing to help me out, the kids were good, and Barb and I were talking about the different wines we’ll drink while you youngin’s are out partying it up tomorrow.”
You know the principal was just trying to butter up your girlfriend so she would be more open to the idea of going out with you all, but the redhead doesn’t necessarily need to know that.
“That’s nice,” you smile as you turn in her arms to look at her. “Speaking of… I really would love if you would come out with us.”
“Hun,” she sighs. “You know I’m too old to be out clubbing and drinking with youse.”
“Ava said Jacob is picking where we go to dinner, and then… you and Barb can come back here and have your wine night.” You kiss her gently. “I really would appreciate if you would come with us, at least to start the night.”
Your girlfriend says into your beck, nipping it gently. “I’ll call Barb.”
You grin. “You’re the best.”
She pulls her phone out of her back pocket as she goes to attend to the vegetables simmering in the pan and dials her work wife. You love watching how she can easily multi-task, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder, keeping an arm looped around your waist, and still making dinner. You sip your wine with glee.
“Hey. We’re going out to dinner tomorrow night with the crew, and then when they inevitably want to go out to drink more, we can come back to my place and have our wine.”
“Melissa,” you can hear the kindergarten teacher sigh.
“I know, I know,” she says into the phone. “But Jacob is picking the place, so you know it’s going to be way more tame than if Ava picked… and Y/N would be delighted to see you again.”
“So it’s Y/N that’s convinced you to go out,” Barbara smirks into the phone.
“Shut it,” your girlfriend laughs. “But yes. She’ll be there, so it would be nice to go.”
“I suppose I can show up for you and your woman,” the kindergarten teacher chuckles.
“Thank you, Barb!” you call into the phone. “You’re the best!”
“She sure has you wrapped around her finger, huh,” Barbara teases the redhead.
“Goodbye,” your girlfriend rolls her eyes. She hangs up the phone.
You grin as you turn in Melissa’s arms and kiss her deeply. “You’re the absolute best.”
“Don’t I know it,” she retorts playfully.
So here you are, sitting in a restaurant with the Abbott crew, Melissa and Barbara also with you. Ava is complaining that this place is boring and that you should “blow this popsicle stand”. You roll your eyes at her antics, reminding her that you haven’t even ordered your first round and your meals yet.
Dinner is nice. This place, for as odd as the atmosphere is, has great food and even better drinks. You order yourself another one, not realizing just how strong they make the drinks here- you can’t even taste the alcohol. That should have been your first clue as to just how strong these drinks were.
You drink your second one happily, and your cheeks turn red once that one is finished. You look over to Melissa who is sipping her glass of wine and talking to Barb contently.
“You’re so pretty tonight,” you tell her so quietly that no one else can hear. 
The redhead smiles at you and lays a gentle hand over your knee. “Thank you.” She kisses your cheek. “You smell like booze.”
“Well, I had two already,” you chuckle. “They were good.”
“Your cheeks are already flushed,” she laughs softly as she cups your cheek with her hand.
“Oops,” you giggle.
“Try to pace yourself?”
You nod, but usually nights out with the Abbott crew mean that you’re getting hammered, and you’re going to feel like shit tomorrow. Tonight will be no exception, and you know this when Ava loudly announces that the bill has been paid, and you’re moving on to your next destination for the night.
Just tipsy enough to beg Melissa to come follow you to the next spot, you look to her with pleading eyes. “Please, baby?”
Your girlfriend glances over to Barbara who raises an eyebrow.
“Hun, you know Barb and I usually don’t stick around for your wild nights,” the redhead tries to let you down gently.
You frown, but it is quickly replaced with a smile. “That’s okay,” you say.
Barbara though, has glanced down at her phone, and a text form Gerald has come through. She taps both of you on the arm.
“Gerald just texted me to tell me that he has a special surprise for me at home, so I unfortunately cannot come over for wine night,” the kindergarten teacher states. “I have to head out, but I’ll see the two of you later.”
Melissa purses her lips and furrows her brow, but Barbara just waves her off. “Enjoy tonight.” She heads out, leaving Melissa to her own devices.
“Please?” you look to the redhead with puppy dog eyes, and she knows she can’t say no now- especially with Barb not here now to give her an excuse to not go.
That’s how you find yourself in a dimly lit bar, taking shot after shot with your best friend and the rest of the Abbott crew, sans Melissa. Your woman has taken it upon herself to be the least drunk of all of her coworkers, and she’s watching over you diligently from the bar as you dance your heart out on the floor.
You’re… enchanting. The way your hips sway and you sing along to the music without a care in the world… God. She loves the way you look tonight, the way you are so free, the way that you always show up for Ava- even with all of her shenanigans. She loves you- every single thing about you is a reason for her to fall even more madly in love with you. 
You catch her watching you, and you can’t help but grin and move your hips in a way that you know will have her drooling. She nearly does. You can’t help but throw your head back as you laugh at the way she’s entirely enchanted with the way that you look. Deciding to take a break from all of the dancing, you try to make your way over to the redhead sitting on one of the barstools. But because of your intoxicated state, you half stumble to her instead.
Once you’re close enough to her, you fall into her arms. She catches you, of course she does.
“You having fun?” you ask her as you press your lips to hers. You taste like all of the vodka cranberry drinks you’ve downed, and there’s a hint of cinnamon lingering in your breath from the fireball shots that you did with Ava.
She just laughs. “Are you?”
“Of course I am!” you slur out. “But I would be having more fun if you would come dance with me!”
Somehow, by some grace of God, you get Melissa on the floor with you. She grabs at your hips as you dance with her. The rest of the world melts away, and it’s just the two of you.
But then Ava is holding out a green tea shot for you take with her, and as soon as you swallow, you know you just went over your limit. You’re going to end tonight throwing up your guts, and you really don’t want to do that in the filthy bathroom at this skanky dive bar.
“Mel,” you whine out. “Wanna go home… Don’t feel good.”
Without thinking, she immediately turns into the overprotective woman that you know and love. She tells the crew that the two of you are heading out, and she half carries you out of the bar.
The cool air hits you as you step out onto the sidewalk, and you feel a bit better. It was getting pretty stuffy in there.
“You feelin’ any better now that we’re out of there?” she asks you softly, kissing your temple.
You hum and allow her to lead you to the car.
She drives as carefully as she can, but with the state you’re in… you don’t feel so well again. You close your eyes, but that only makes you feel worse, so you force yourself to open your eyes and watch whatever is straight in front of you.
“We’re almost home,” Melissa says softly, patting your leg soothingly. “You’ll be okay.”
You just make a face that tells her you’re doing everything you can right now to not get sick in her car.
Once she pulls into her driveway, you bolt for the bushes. After emptying out the contents in your stomach, you wipe your mouth hastily and apologize to her sheepishly.
“I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t take an Uber,” she mumbles as she pulls you in. “Let’s get you in and up to bed.”
You let her carry you into her house and up the steps, fully knowing that you’re physically incapable of using your legs right now. She undresses you before putting you into a pair of her sleep shorts and one of her old Abbott shirts. She guides you to the bathroom, forces you to brush your teeth and use mouthwash, and then the two of you are climbing into bed.
You bolt quickly before heaving. There’s nothing left in your system as of right now though. You feel gentle hands weaving their way through your hair, and then you hear a hair tie being put at the end of the braid your girlfriend had just done for you.
You give her a questioning look.
“So if anything happens in the middle of the night, your hair won’t be in the way,” she shrugs. “It’s happened too many times to me.”
You go to peck her cheek, but she pushes you away.
“No way, dog breath.” She reaches for the mouthwash again, and you swish it in your mouth before spitting it into the sink.
“Thank you,” you slur out.
“Of course, hun,” the redhead tells you. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
After getting some of the liquid poison out of your system, you’re feeling a bit more sober. 
“I’m sorry you have to deal with this,” you apologize sheepishly.
Your girlfriend just brushes a few of the untamable flyaways away from your face before gently pressing her lips to your temple. “Even like this, you’re still the most enchanting woman I’ve ever met.”
You swoon at her words and curl into her hold even further.
“Get some sleep, love. I’ll still be here in the morning.”
“Because we’re at your house,” you quip, eyelids fluttering shut.
“And? I’ll still be here. Always will be.”
And she is. When you wake up, head pounding and stomach still churning, she’s got a bottle of ibuprofen and a glass of water waiting for you. 
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charlesf1leclerc · 6 months
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Summary: summer break with Lando and his kids in Greece
Warnings: smut suggestions at the end, cute but annoying kids
It was currently the summer break for formula one , lando was free and finally you could have some much awaited family time with your husband and two daughters. You and Lando had gotten married young and as you were keen to start a family as you didn’t want to be a old mother ( not that you would of minded either way ) you and Lando got right to work if you know what I mean and now you have two little girls. Lennon who was 3 and Nora who was 14 months. You knew flying from monaco to Greece was not going to be an easy trip especially at the airport with such little kids but you were optimistic and couldn’t wait to have this holiday with your little family.
Your flight was at 11 am and it was currently 5am. Why were you up so early well you had two kids to get ready with only the help of an adult child. You had to get them dressed , hair done , make a snack for your toddler and feed your baby all while getting yourself and Lando ready, the car packed , kids in car and house locked. So currently Lando was in the shower while you made the bed and got all the last minute things packed into your suitcase. After these tasks were complete you walked into the bathroom to do your skincare, hair extra. Walking in Lando looked at you from the shower giving you a sleepy smile. You smiled back before going back to the vanity to wash your face , apply your serum, moistures and place your hair into a messy bun on top of your head by the time this was all finished Lando was out of the shower and a towel hung low by his waist. 5:33am-
Lando came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at you through the mirror. 
“ Excited love?” He asked
“ yeah, I’ll be calm when we get there it’s just getting on the plane with this nutcases” you laughed
“ Nora will sleep hopefully it’s just Lennon we have to worry about”
“ she’s a copy of you so you get all the blame for however she behaves “ you pointed at him accusingly
“ sure love” he kissed your check and just as he did so the loud cries of your youngest rang through the baby monitor
“ I’ll get it “ lando said and walked of 
The craziness starts now.
You had finally gotten everyone dressed and in the car ready to go by the time of 7:30 and now it was the trip to the airport your two girls in the back seat and away you went. It was quite around Monaco around this time as you made the drive from home to niece airport. You constantly were checking your bag to make sure you had all the right documents and everything to be able to board the plane smoothly.
“ you have it love, try not to stress” lando spoke putting his hand onto your leg rubbing it softly.
“ I know I just like to make sure” 
“ are you excited girls “ lando looked in the mirror back at the girls before looking at the road.
“ Yay daddy holiday” lemon yelled putting her hands up in the hair. She was all dressed for the hot weather in a cute little pink dress , white lace ups and glitter sunglasses she insisted on wearing.
“ yeah holidays bubs, we’re gonna go swimming and eat some yummy food” lando replied just as enthusiastically as his oldest daughter.
As soon as you landed you could be that excited too.
9:10 
“ Nora no” you yelled
You had made it past customs and into the airport and were now waiting for your plane to be ready for boarding in about an hour and a half and your speedy 14month old was already up and going crawling away from where the rest of you were sitting. 
You were now chasing down your youngest daughter running in the most embarrassing way. Oh how you loved travelling with kids. 
You had finally scooped her back up into your arms while she giggled and babbled away and walked back to where Lando and Lennon ( who was playing in her iPad were sat ). 
“ she’s getting faster and faster by the day” Lando laughed
“ She’s definitely your child the both are next time she runs off your hunting her down” 
You both just laughed it off. Almost there. 
11:15 You were now on the plane you and Lando sat next to each other Lennon in the window seat and Nora in a plane prepared bassinet as she was under the age of two. You were off and now you could relax for the next 4 hours before landing in Greece. Lennon had her iPad with a cartoon playing and Nora was fed and occupied in her bassinet as her dad pulled faces at her trying to make her giggle not cry 
“ I can’t wait to spend the next two weeks with you love” lando grabbed your hand and rested your conjoined hands on the arm rests
“ I know , just us and the girls it feels like forever since we’ve gotten away”
“ I know sweetheart I’m here now” 
You rested your head on his shoulder catching some sleep for the rest of the flight.
7pm
Finally you had arrived in Greece the girls were fed and in bed in their room in the hotel and now it was injustice you and Lando still awake. 
“ it’s beautiful here” you said as you leaned against the rails of the balcony and Lando came up behind you.
“ not as beautiful as you” 
“ oh please I’m a mess, plane hair, under eye bags”
“ no your still beautiful in my eyes , no matter what always beautiful” 
Week 1
On the first day you and the other three members of your family spent your day by the pool.  You were lounging on a lounge chair while Lando and the kids were in the pool. Both girls were enrolled in swimming classes but still it’s best to be safe so Lennon wore floaties around her arms and most of the time Nora stayed in Landos arms while he swam / walked around the pool. 
“Mummy look” Lennon yelled looking at you through her goggles as she put her head under and started kicking getting hardly anywhere. 
“ wow so good baby” you smiled 
Then going back to looking up to the sky as you sun bake. 
You were broken from your gaze by the padding of wet feet.
You looked up and saw Lando and Nora who he was placing in the bed beside you.
“ why don’t you go in love, the waters amazing”
“I’m good for now thanks”
“ are you sure” he asked with a smirk “ Lennon do you think mummy should come in the pool”
“ yes com, mummy come” 
“ Lando no!” Lando had the biggest smirk on his face as he picked you up bridal style and chucked you into the cold pool water. Lennon thought it was hilarious as did Lando.
“ lando norris I Will get you back for that later!” You screeched
“ oh I’m so scared “ he giggled back
Although the water was very nice and refreshing. 
You didn’t do to much for the rest of your holiday especially since you had the girls. You mostly stayed by the pool or went down to the beach, went out for dinner a couple of times of course the girls got food all of themselves as usual but you didn’t mind you had felt quite realxed and laid back now being on holiday and you never wanted it to end. On the last night Lando had rented boat to go out on with the girls you swam in the sea, you ate some food and danced and te girls sang it was the perfect summer holiday you never wanted to end.
Lando came up and wrapped his arms around you from behind 
“ you enjoyed it?”
“ yeah , wish this holiday would never end, we’ll miss you again”
“ I know but hey you can come to the next race with me”
“ hmm I’ll think about it for tonight let’s just enjoy ourselves”
“ whatever you say “ he said with a smirk and raising an eyebrow in a suggestive manner
“ not like that” you slapped him in the chest
“ but why not”
“ listen norris we do not need anymore kids for a while “ you laughed turning back to sit with your daughter and enjoy your perfect little family.
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shogunish · 3 months
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𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱.
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synopsis. all you wanted was a nipple piercing and what you got on top of that was satoru's cum inside you, free of charge.
contents. reader has small boobs, piercing procedure, mentions of blood, so many pet names oh god (sweetheart, hun, baby, etc..), cunnilingus, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, groping, inappropriate aftercare for piercings lmao, unedited/not proofread, flirty satoru, ...
words. 3.5k
note. i haven't written smut in ages pls be gentle 🧍🏻‍♀️
comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! <3
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Maybe it was a stupid idea to get pierced right after a messy break-up, but it was something you desperately needed. A change. A change more drastic than just a new haircut or new hair color, but a change that wouldn't be completely unhinged.
“Hmm..let’s see..”
Even though the walls were painted a deep black, the pink neon signs attached paired with several other decorations gave off a cozy and calm atmosphere. A song, probably a decade old and one you knew well, played in the background, soothing your antsy nerves as you skimmed through the little folder filled with pictures of piercings.
You were humming along to the song, slender fingers turning yet another page as your eyes scanned different snapshots. A helix piercing would definitely suit you, but you wanted something completely different. Something that you usually wouldn't do. So many choices were right in front of you: dangly earrings, pretty gemstones in vibrant colors, studs and piercings even you didn't know the name of.
Maybe, you should've come with a plan beforehand.
“Anything caught your eye yet?” A deep voice brought you out of your thoughts and when your eyes caught sight of the piercer with white tousled hair and vibrant blue eyes, your breath caught in your throat. The black compression shirt accentuated his bulging biceps and certainly did not help your case. Satoru was his name, if you remember correctly.
With a certain amount of grace and charm, Satoru maneuvered his way around your body and came to a stop behind you. Leaning over your shoulder, his cologne immediately enveloped you like a warm blanket while the warmth he exuded seeped through the top you wore.
Satoru caught sight of your flushed cheeks and the flustered glimmer swimming in your eyes just because he popped into your personal space. A smirk tugged at his lips as cerulean eyes watched you fumble with the folder.
What a sweet thing you were.
“Ah..this one.” Quickly, you put your finger down on a picture that you had been eyeing for quite some time. A nipple piercing with a few small gemstones on each side. They reflected the light in all colors possible and honestly..it did look too pretty to pass up.
Satoru whistled, the pitch low and impressed. “Damn. Who broke your heart, sweetheart?”
Closing the folder, your brows furrowed and gave Satoru a confused look, head tilted to the side and all. “..how did you know?”
Satoru took a seat on his stool, rolled over to the piercer table and offered you the seat on the cushioned chair. A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “A pretty thing like you wanting a nipple piercing for her first time. It's easy math, hun.” He said, looking more amused than sorry and for some reason, it was a nice change of pace. One that made you chuckle despite the nervousness bubbling in your guts.
He was right. Maybe it was pretty cliché of you to get your nipples pierced after a messy break-up.
Nimble fingers prepped the tools that Satoru would need for your piercing. The scent of disinfectant lingered in the air and slightly stung in your nose. Satoru had to have seen the face you pulled or else he wouldn't laugh. “Indulge me. What did that jerk do to fumble a pretty girl like you?”
All those pretty nicknames were getting to your head if the flip of your tummy and the warmth in your limbs was anything to go by. But you never told Satoru off. You liked it, the attention and the feeling of it all. It was nice.
You chuckled, the hint of a smile on your lips. “Are you sure you want to know? I don't wanna dump on you.”
Satoru rolled his eyes at you, playfully so as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. A little smack bounced off the walls. “I'd be bored as hell if my clients didn’t gossip with me, y'know? So come on, tell me what he did.”
The memory of what your ex did was still fresh in your mind, yet it didn't hurt. Perhaps, you'd been looking for a reason to break up with him until he delivered you a good one. It was good riddance, really.
“I caught him in bed with another woman.” You explained with a sigh slipping past your lips. “Looking back on it, he was horrible anyways.”
How often had Satoru listened to stories of people cheating on each other? Way more than he could count. Most of the time, his clients would end up crying at the memory, but you appeared to be unfazed.
Raising a fine eyebrow, Satoru gently nudged your knee with his own and let one his charming smiles curl his lips. “Horrible? Come on, don't keep the juicy details to yourself, babe.” Then, he pointed at your top and stated: “Oh, and you can undress now.”
Suddenly, a wave of shyness came over you as you hooked your fingers into the hem of your top, pulled it over your top and unclipped the front of your bra, freeing your breasts. As a piercer, Satoru had seen any kind of body shapes and other things that were absolutely natural. And despite repeating it over and over again in your head, you still wrapped an arm around your midsection and gulped down the lump in your throat.
The stools wheels smoothly slid across the wooden floors and came to a silent stop in front of you. Satoru was about to prompt you for more details, but he stopped when he saw how absolutely insecure you suddenly were.
“[Name], there's nothing to be shy about. It's just us here, yeah?”
“Yeah..I know. It's just..” And then you went on to tell Satoru about your ex, how he made you feel bad about having small breasts, how he always said he liked bigger ones and wanted to watch them bounce during spicy time. How embarrassing it was to say all these things to a stranger, but Satoru listened patiently and rubbed his gloved hand over your thigh as if to tell you that it was okay.
He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed by the way your ex made you feel about your body. “That's bullshit. Your breasts are perfect the way they are.” Satoru refuted swiftly and painted a smile on your face, making you feel safe and validated. Cerulean eyes traveled from your face down to your breasts, examining them for a moment before he smirked in satisfaction. “Personally, I prefer them smaller. I like ‘em perky like that.”
Although Satoru's comment sent heat straight to your cheeks, it also made you feel at ease. Like he had injected some of his self-confidence into you. Unraveling your arms, you supported your weight on them and presented Satoru your small pair of pretty tits.
“Now that's a good girl.” He laughed and brought a hand up to your breast, brushing his thumb over your pert nipple. “Ready to get pierced, sweetheart?”
With an eager nod of your head, Satoru began the procedure. Preparing the needle, getting some cotton dabs for the bleeding and of course the little jewelry for your pretty nipples that he diligently sterilized. The scent still made you visibly cringe, but at least it served as some sort of entertainment to the piercer who held your nipple between two fingers and brought the needle to your skin.
“This might hurt, sweets. Sorry ‘bout that.” Satoru murmured and quickly pierced your little nipple with the needle.
You yelped and squeezed your eyes shut as the pain was sharp and started to throb. Nails dug into the soft cushion, knuckles turned white and your breathing deepened, but other than that, you didn't move much. Was it painful? Hell yes. Would it look pretty in the end? Hell yes.
Pain was temporary, but the beauty of the piercing would last.
“Shh, relax. You're doing so well for me, sweetie. Yeah, breathe. That's good.” Satoru showered you with praise, his breath hot and moist as it fanned across your pierced nipple while his voice dropped by an octave.
With skilled fingers, Satoru inserted the piercing through the sensitive flesh and fastened the gemstones on each side of your nipple before he tended to the bleeding. Dabbing the cotton around your nipple, he wiped the blood away and applied light pressure to stop the scarlet liquid from leaking out any more. A grimace of discomfort settled on your face, but at least it gave you a chance to breathe, to take a quick break.
“You good?” Satoru asked, looking up at you from his seat right in front of your tits.
“Yeah. Keep going.” Pain was laced in that usually sweet voice of yours and oh, how badly Satoru wanted to take that away from you. But you were such a brave little thing that he obliged your words.
So, Satoru pierced your other nipple as diligently as he did before. He was focused, wanting to make the experience as painless and quick as he could, but he knew that it still hurt quite a bit. At his heartstrings, a hint of pity tugged, but now that your little nipples were pierced, he couldn't help but feel a certain type of way.
“There. All done.” A satisfied look was painted all over Satoru's face. Large hands caressed your little tits, carefully feeling the flesh without causing you too much pain. It absolutely wasn't a necessary procedure, but for some reason, Satoru couldn’t help himself around you.
“Fuck..” you cussed, voice a little hoarse and Satoru swore that sound sent a good portion of his blood straight to his cock. “It hurts.”
“Told ya it would hurt, princess.” Satoru snickered before he took off his gloves and cleaned the little table with his equipment on it. “If you want, you can go take a look in the mirror. It looks pretty on you. Really.”
Hopping off the chair, you stood in front of the full body mirror and regarded Satoru's handiwork. Sure, your nipples were a little swollen, but the running ac cooling the air made the swelling go down with each passing moment. A couple of gemstones now glimmered on each side of your nipples, reflecting and breaking the light in beautiful colors.
“Wow..” you breathed, carefully touching your breasts to squish them together and admire the jewelry piercing your skin.
You were so busy admiring your new jewelry that you barely noticed Satoru standing behind you before he popped up in the reflection.
“Pretty, hm? Your ex didn't deserve these, anyways.” Holding your waist, Satoru admired his work on your body. By now, your nipples were all hard and stiff, really bringing the piercing out now.
A little shiver slithered down your spine at Satoru's touch. When you caught sight of your erect nipples, you quickly covered them up with your palms and a little blush on your cheeks. “S-sorry..it's been a while since..y'know..anyone touched me in any way..”
With slow movements, Satoru gently moved your palms away and carefully caressed your freshly pierced nipples. “Oh? Your ex and you didn't do it regularly?” He asked, rubbing your buds in circles. He relished in the way you shivered under his touch and gulped.
How cute you were. Absolutely ravishing.
You shook your head. A little pout on your lips. “No. He stopped touching me months ago.” Satoru managed to draw a little sigh out of the back of your throat, making your voice just a tad bit breathy. “He was too vanilla, anyways, always wanting to do it missionary.”
Satoru was baffled. How could any man resist touching you? The audacity your ex had of depriving you from some fun times was unbelievable.
“Do you know what you need, sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear, his voice dripping down your spine like warm honey.
Shaking your head, you watched Satoru rubbing your nipples before gently twisting them between his thumb and index finger. “W-what..?” You stumbled over your words, hardly trusting your own voice.
“A night of hot, kinky sex with a man who knows how to treat you right.” Satoru peppered butterfly kisses along the delicate skin of your neck. Each kiss was a little bit wetter than the last one while a large palm slid from your breast down to your stomach and stopped just above the hem of your skirt.
Like hot chocolate, you melted in Satoru's arms. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and nuzzled the flesh of your ass against his steadily growing erection with a smile on your face and a flush dusting the apples of your cheeks. His touches, so light yet insistent, left your skin burning and sparked flames in you that had long died out.
“Be a naughty girl for me and bend over, sweets.” Satoru whispered in your ear, teeth catching your lobe in the process.
When you pressed your palms flat next to the mirror and bent your body over, rough hands flipped your skirt up over your waist and revealed your dampening panties. Kneeling down, Satoru gripped the plush of your ass cheeks and groped them thoroughly. “What a good girl you are..already getting wet for me.”
He caressed the expanse of your inner thighs and chuckled at the little shiver going down your spine. Oh, how sweet you were. If Satoru had met you earlier, he would've taken you all to himself every night.
Fingertips traced the edge of your panties and slowly rubbed your cunt through the cotton.
“S-Satoru..” you gasped, thighs shuddering around his hand. You wanted to close your legs out of embarrassment. It wasn't like you to hook up with some guy, let alone doing it in public.
“Shh, you're doing well for me.” Satoru assured you before he hooked his fingers into the elastic of your panties and pulled them down mid-thigh. He licked his lips at the sight: your glistening pussy all wet and your folds just slightly swollen, your little hole just begging to be eaten and filled. “Let me do this for ya, sweetheart.”
Before you could question Satoru, he buried his face in your pussy from behind and wrapped his mouth around your sloppy folds. Licking a bold stripe from your entrance up to your clit, Satoru let your taste consume his taste buds and sucked at your pussy.
“Fuck..your pussy's fucking delicious, baby..” Satoru groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he made out with your cunt, nastily tonguing at your hole and his fingers massaging your throbbing clit.
You grabbed a fistful of his snowy hair, nails scraping against his scalp as you pulled at the roots. “Oh fuck..Satoru..a-ah..” Soft, breathy moans tumbled from your lips.
Satoru buried his face deeper in-between your legs while his palms kept your legs spread. Sneaking his tongue inside, he thrust his tongue slowly in and out of your pussy, savoring the taste. Your juices dribbled down his chin and down his throat; he was like a man dying of thirst and your cunt happened to have the sweetest nectar.
“Yeah, you like that, don't you, little girl?” Satoru growled and pulled away momentarily to rub your cunt and admire his handiwork. You were all messy with his spit and your juices that shamelessly trickled down the inside of your thigh. Perfect.
You nodded your head eagerly. “Y-yeah..I love it..”
Through the reflection in the mirror, you watched how Satoru spread your cunt open and stuffed you full of his tongue again, making you whimper in pathetic tones. His tongue didn't even reach that sweet spot and yet, you were squirming on Satoru's face, panting and digging your nails into the flesh of your palm.
“Gonna have so much fun fucking this sweet pussy..” Satoru murmured into your cunt. Giving your ass a swift spank, he almost laughed at the way you jumped and pouted at him through the mirror.
“Well..” you huffed, clearly out of breath, “why don't you?”
A little smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as your gaze collided with baby blue eyes in the mirror that dared you to say that again. The erection not-so-subtly hidden in Satoru's pants twitched at the thought of taking you right then and there.
Just a small quickie wouldn't hurt, right?
“You're a devious one. I like it.” Chuckling, Satoru got back up to his feet, unbuckled his belt and pulled his hardened cock free from its confines. A groan of relief fell past his lips, cock standing large and proud.
Grasping your ass cheeks, Satoru prodded at your entrance with the blunt head of his leaking cock. A hum vibrated in the back of his throat. “Think you can take me, sweetheart? Your cunt is so tiny.”
As if to entice him, you wiggled your butt from side to side and whined. “Just put it in, Satoru. You can't eat me out and then expect me not to– Oh, fuck..”
With a swift thrust of his hips, Satoru buried his cock deep inside your cunt until he was balls deep in. Your walls gripped him so tightly, your heat almost made him melt on the spot. Almost.
“So fucking tight..” A sigh fell from Satoru's lips as he drew his hips back and snapped them back against your ass. “So fucking good..”
Without any shame, Satoru grasped your hip with one hand while the other groped your tit. He was hunched over you, groaning in your ear and bullying his cock into your poor cunt. Squeals and moans of pleasure escaped your throat. No longer did you care about anyone walking in or hearing what was going on in Satoru's piercing room.
All you cared about was getting to cum on his cock which deliciously against that sweet spot, rubbing and kissing it in ways that usually only your toys could.
“Ah yeah..right there, Toru..” With each thrust, your tits would sway and the flesh of your ass rippled, hypnotizing Satoru. Your voice, sweet like sugar and addicting, drove him insane. He just had to cum inside you.
“I know, sweetheart..I know..” Furrowing his brows, Satoru buried his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own moans and groans. Hot and moist, his breath fanned over your skin, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to your squelching cunt.
He was all over you; your neck, breasts, tummy and of course your pretty pussy which gripped him oh-so-tight and sucked his cock right back in. Like you didn't want him to leave your walls anytime soon. He didn't want to, either.
Each snap of Satoru's hips was mean, causing your body to bounce and jolt with the strength he poured into each thrust. His balls slapped against your clit while your ass collided with his hips over and over again.
“T-toru..” you whined, panting and meeting his eyes in the mirror. It was absolutely filthy in the way you could watch yourself get fucked stupid by your piercer. “I-I'm so..ah!”
“Close, baby?” Satoru laughed breathlessly before placing a kiss on your cheek. “Me, too. It's okay, I've got you, sweetheart.”
His saccharine words combined with a particularly sharp thrust was enough to send you over the edge. You curled in on yourself, calling Satoru's name in a way that only you could as he made you see heaven with his cock alone. He held you tightly, stilling his hips as ropes upon ropes of thick cum filled your cunt up.
“Fuck..yeah, that's it. Take my cum, pretty..take it..” With a few slow, gentle thrusts, Satoru rode out the wave of his high and held your body close to his, keeping you up on your wobbly legs.
It only happened slowly, the heat of the moment disappearing. The scent of sex lingered in the air and fuck, did you feel sticky now that Satoru had dumped his load inside you. But you wouldn't want it any other way. A laugh made it past your lips.
“What's so funny, huh?” Satoru chuckled, pulled himself out and fixed his appearance before helping you with yourself.
To your surprise, he was gentle as he snapped your panties back into his place, fixed your skirt and tried to smooth out your hair. Except for his semen sticking to your underwear and skin, it was one of the sweetest things anything had ever done for you post-orgasm.
“Nothing.” You said, shrugging your shoulders with a playful but satisfied giggle. “Just thinking about the hot, kinky sex we'll have tonight.”
A look of mild surprise crossed Satoru's features. He had expected you to regret your decision or be done with it, but the fact that you wanted more amused him. “Someone got hooked on good dick, yeah?”
You snorted. “Something like that.”
With a certain pep in your step, you snatched one of Satoru's business cards, a pen and scribbled your number on the backside of it.
“Text me when you're off work and tell me where to go. I'll be there.”
Satoru smirked as he looked at the number you gave him before storing it into his back pocket. No way in hell would he lose that little gem.
“I guess I'll see you tonight, sweetheart.”
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onismdaydream · 1 month
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drunk on you (ft. hiromi higuruma)
tags: mdni 18+. fem/afab reader. piss kink. watersports. pet names. oral (f). multiple orgasms. slight scent kink?? pussy drunk higu. not really proofread.
notes: piss kink!!! this contains piss!!!!! do not read if you don't like it!! i just. really think higu would be into this im sorry... anyway i hope y'all enjoy hehe <3
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“h-hiromi,” you pant out, fingers gripping the bed sheets underneath you until your knuckles turn white. “‘m gonna cum.”
higuruma moans into your pussy, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure down your spine as his lips suction around your clit. you instinctively try to close your legs, your plush thighs clenching around his head as he pushes you to yet another orgasm. his grip on you tightens, his fingers roughly pressing into your skin until you relax.
his name tumbles from your lips as you cry out, a sweet prayer for his ears only. hiromi swears he could get lost in you. everything about you is just so intoxicating — your scent, your taste, the beautiful moans and gasps that he coaxes from you. he can't get enough. he's simply obsessed.
he, reluctantly, pulls away from your core, turning his head slightly to press slow and gentle kisses on your thighs. there were bruises and love bites scattered about. he just couldn't stop himself, you were so sensitive and your reactions drove him mad.
“did so good for me, darling,” higuruma lifts his gaze, catching your own half-lidded eyes. you look stunning — ethereal and perfect and far too good for him. your lips are parted slightly as you catch your breath, your breasts rising and falling as you fill your lungs once again. he could spend eternity in this position and be at peace.
he's already on his knees for you, ready and willing to do whatever you command. the hardwood floor offers no comfort to higuruma’s body but it's easy to ignore the dull pain with your legs wrapped around him.
you sigh, one of your hands reaching out to push his hair back, nails gently scraping against his scalp. again, he kisses your thigh, so much tenderness and adoration shown in the simple gesture.
“i love you,” hiromi whispers, sealing it with another peck. he always felt so at ease around you, the stress he carried around all the time finally lessening when you were around. a simple touch from you and the guilt and anxiety hanging on his shoulders felt less suffocating.
“love you, too.” and there was that smile that made everything worth it to him. that smile that made his heart feel too big for his ribcage and his love too big for the world.
his own crooked grin makes its way to his face. “love you more.”
that gets a cute laugh out of you, and he can't help but press more kisses to your skin. your thighs are so soft and warm and practically begging hiromi to cover you in them. and he does just that. 
it starts out innocently enough but eventually, his lips find their way closer to your pussy, the glint of your arousal still sticking to your body. his tongue darts out for a taste and he groans softly. he really was obsessed with you.
“let me take care of you like you deserve.” he mumbles, voice edging on pleading, as if he hasn't been pampering you since the moment he met you.
“three isn't enough for you?” you tease gently, gaze softening at his desperation. his craving for you was insatiable, the deep, innate need to take you apart and carefully put you back together driving hiromi between your legs constantly. and of course, you were the one spreading them and inviting him closer every time.
“sorry,” there's a quirk of his lips, his pupils blown out in desire as his lips ghost along your mound. “can't get enough of you, sweet girl.”
suddenly, his arms hook under your thighs, his forearms resting on top and effectively trapping you. he pulls you to the very edge of the bed and directly to his face. his strong nose nudges between your lips, the tip of it rubbing your dripping slit. even if you wanted to move, higuruma was much stronger than he looked.
“color?” your eyes flutter shut as his mouth moves against you, a small gasp of his name escaping your lips. you can feel hiromi’s fingers flex on the meat of your thighs, as if it was taking all of his willpower to restrain himself.
he was a dog, salivating and attentive, waiting for his handler's order. give the word and he attacks.
“green.”
the word barely leaves your lips before he's eating you like a man starved. he couldn't wait any longer, couldn't build up a nice and slow orgasm; higuruma needed to taste you again and he needed it now.
he's always sloppy, always drooling and lapping at your cunt while your fingers tangle themselves in his dark locks. if you get desperate enough — which he always hopes you do — you'll start humping and grinding against his face, moving his head to the exact place you want him to be. he'll bump his nose on your clit, putting pressure on it just to get you to pull his hair or whine his name, your voice so beautiful every time.
“hiromiii,” you cry out, your hands weakly pushing on the top of his head. it’s so much, too much. his tongue, hot and heavy, running up and down your slit, nose bumping into your overly sensitive bundle of nerves. your body felt like it was thrumming with electricity, but there was a familiar pressure building up near your core. “gotta s-stop…”
it sounds so lewd, the wet slurping and panting and groaning that echo around the room. you can feel the mixture of your slick and cum beginning to cool on your skin, followed by hiromi’s warm tongue lapping it all up.
“one more, baby.” his fingers dig into your thighs to keep you still, your hips bucking off the bed. your body couldn't seem to decide whether it was running away or towards him. “gimme one more.”
your constant squirming makes him move his hands up, one of them resting on your hip and the other on your abdomen, desperate to get you to stay still. the pressure inside you becomes recognizable the second his hand presses into your stomach.
“wait, wait! yellow!” 
and hiromi stops immediately, head moving back and his grip on you loosening. “what's wrong? did i hurt you?”
you have to shut your eyes while you catch your breath, the sight of your arousal shining on his lips and chin making it hard to focus. 
“‘m fine, just need a break,” you mumble. your mind is so hazy from how many times you've cum so thinking right now isn't your strong suit. “gotta pee.”
“it's alright, babygirl. i don't mind.” 
the worst thing about being with a sarcastic and deadpanned lover? you have a lot of trouble differentiating between jokes and serious proposals. 
“seriously ‘romi, i gotta go.” you push at his head again, but he doesn't move.
his hands slide up your thighs, fingers kneading the fat there. he can feel you tense underneath his touch, but you don't shove him away.
“told you,” he nearly purrs, mouthing at the apex of your thigh, nuzzling closer to you. his words are muffled against your skin but you hear him perfectly clear. “i don't mind if you piss on me.”
his words make your face heat up, your whole body burning from the suggestion. he was serious. he was actually serious. and you were actually considering it.
“i want you to, baby.” higuruma says so gently, sensing your inner turmoil.
it was so dirty, but you couldn't deny the way your stomach swooped at the thought. you must be sick, must be having some insanely realistic fever dream. but the way you can feel hiromi’s breath ghost across your skin and the heat from his own body and the pull of arousal deep in your core — this is real and happening.
“color.” his eyes lock onto your face, the way you're gnawing on your bottom lip making him pause for a moment. your own gaze flickers around the room, going from his face and mouth to his hands on your body to the ceiling to the walls.
“tell me your color, angel.” hiromi repeats, face retracting by barely an inch. he needed to hear you, needed to make sure he wasn't going too far. it would be hard for him to stop, but he would do it for you — anything you ask, he would do it.
“g-green.” you say softly after a moment, eyes finally settling on his face.
laying back down completely, higuruma starts to lick at your dripping slit again, working you back up. your body is sensitive from your previous orgasms so it doesn't take long before your breath starts hitching and your body squirming.
you let out a whine as he pressed down on your bladder, encouraging you to fully let go, tongue prodding at your clit. for a moment, you thought about backing out, stopping this and excusing yourself to use the toilet. you knew hiromi wouldn't be mad at you, would never be upset with you for creating boundaries.
but higuruma looked so desperate for you, his pupils swallowing the rich browns in his eyes until they were thin rings.
you relax enough under his touch, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you feel the first trickle of warm piss run down your skin.
“that's it, beautiful,” he whispers, “just like that.”
his lips wrap around your sensitive bud, sucking on it as you drench his clothes. he doesn't mind the mess, knows it'll wash out eventually. it feels good to have your hot urine rush down his body now though, to be thoroughly soaked in you.
you shudder underneath him, letting out a shaky gasp from the weak orgasm that's wrung out of you. it's not as mind numbing as the others, but it still makes a zing of pleasure shoot through your body.
“fuck, baby,” hiromi groans out, eyes rolling back as he squeezes at the base of his cock. you should be embarrassed — should be downright mortified and disgusted — seeing your boyfriend covered in urine.
but you're not.
it's hot. it's something that's so depraved and primal and raw. his lips parted as he pants heavily, shirt soaked and sticky, hand using the wet slickness to make the glide along his shaft easier. you can't tear your eyes away from him.
“got me so fucking messy…” a bead of precum builds up at his tip before dripping to the floor, adding to the puddle that was already building. his fist worked faster, the loud squelching noises filling the room and making you feel even dirtier. he’s already so worked up from your taste, that he knew he wasn't going to last long. hiromi moves back between your thighs, licking and sucking at the mess that clings to your skin. “so good to me.”
the bitter tang of your piss mixes with your sweet slick, and his climax hits him quickly, cum coating his cock and hand. he moans out your name, lips pressed to your skin, praises spilling out in between shaky breaths.
after a moment, higuruma removes himself from your legs, sitting back and catching your gaze. you were watching him intently, clearly as enraptured as he was with this newfound kink you shared.
but, anything else would have to wait for another time — and he was sure there would be another time. right now, he had to take care of you like he promised he would.
“c’mere darling.” hiromi helps you up, your legs wobbly. he presses a kiss to the side of your head and leads you to the bathroom. a nice, hot bath will certainly do some good for the both of you. “let's get you cleaned up, hm?”
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angelbabyyy99 · 22 days
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You are the reason | Bucky Barnes x curvy!reader
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Summary -> After being denied human contact for over a decade, what will happen when Bucky meets you?
Side note -> Hi, honey pies🩶. I was strolling through tumblr and saw this post asking what if Bucky falls in love with a small town girl and I jumped at the opportunity to bring that fic to life🤍. So welcome to my second Bucky one shot, technically 😅. Also I’m so OVERWHELMED by the notes I got on my last one🥹. I don’t even know how to explain my gratitude towards you all for reading my stuff. It means the world to me. I hope you cuties, enjoy. Bucky has become a personal favorite of mine <3.
This one is for -> @spncupcake ❤️. Hope it’s to your liking darlin’ & hope it lived up to your expectations♥️!
Warnings -> Bucky is a shy old man, but the reader makes it better. (Is that warning)? Yes it is. Pet names (dove, sweetheart, doll). Fluff, late night conversations, smut. (I will tell your parents😐). Thigh riding, slight dirty talking, praising and whatever I forget to mention🩷.
Word count -> 2.4K
Enjoy cutes🥳!
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Dividers by: @cafekitsune
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Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he had human contact. Like actual human interaction. Now when it comes to women? He was shy. He never used to be shy. Back in the day, Bucky oozed with confidence. After all the traumatic memories of Hydra, it made him lose all of that. Being the Winter Soldier wasn’t easy, but he was free. Free from their control. Free to think from himself again. Free to move and live the way he wanted. He remembers everyone.. He never wants to relive that ever again. But it never came. Thanks to Shuri and her brilliant mind. She was able to remove the trigger words from his memory and now he’s been okay ever since.
The only problem was that he was lonely. He’s 106 for god’s sake. He missed out on actually trying to get a life. Finding a girlfriend, maybe hopefully marrying her one day. He missed all of that. When Steve, the only family he had left, Bucky was devastated. Heartbroken even. Steve was like his brother that he never had. After his ma, pa and sister. They only had each other and now Steve was gone.
Sure Bucky has Sam, but these two grown men had problems. But they did make one hell of a team. So after taking down Karli, Bucky went back with Sam to help out with a party that his sister was hosting. The two men put their differences aside and became good friends. For once in a while, Bucky didn’t feel alone anymore.
As he made his way through the crowd, he smiled at Cass and AJ as they greeted him. They weren’t scared of him.
“Hey, man!” Sam exclaimed as Bucky pats his back briefly before breaking the hug. “Hey. I didn’t know what to bring. So a peace offering…Captain America.” He replied with a soft smile. Sam chuckles and takes the cake, patting him on the back and hands him a beer.
Bucky thanks him while looking around. There were so many people. It was nice seeing everyone like this gathered together. Then he swore he saw the most prettiest woman ever.
She had on a white cardigan with some black jeans and brown boots with heels. Her wine burgundy hair was resting on her back as your head was tossed back, laughing at what Sarah was talking about. You were gorgeous. Soft looking curves. A cute smile and a nice laugh.
“Who’s that?” Bucky asked Sam once he came back towards Bucky. Sam looked over at you and Sarah. “Oh! That’s y/n, Sarah’s friend from Vintage Valley, Ohio. She’s really sweet. Should talk to her, Buck.” But Bucky shook his head, downing his beer.
“Nah, I’m good. She’s not gonna talk to an old man like me.” But Sam just rolled his eyes. “C’mon man, you’re not even that old.” Bucky gave him the ‘what the fuck,’ stare. “Yes I am, Sam. I’m 106.” Bucky argued. Sam let out a frustrated sigh, grabbing his wrist pulling him towards you and his sister. Bucky kept trying to pry him away, but his breath got caught in his throat when you smiled at him, holding in your laugh as Sam pushed him into you.
“H..Hi. I’m James or Bucky..” He whispered quietly with a shy smile.
You smile, “hi, handsome. Sorry that you got dragged by Sam.” You replied, giggled softly. Causing Bucky’s heart to flutter at the sound.
He swallows thickly, shaking his head. “It’s okay. I, uh, just didn’t have the courage to come up and talk to you.”
You smirked slightly. “I ain’t gonna bite, honey. Plus, I knew I felt eyes on me. Come take a walk with me.”
And ever since that day, Bucky didn’t want to admit it so early, but he was surely but slowly falling for you.
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That night You laughed as Bucky was telling you stories about him and his friend, Steve Rogers. It has been a great month with him. He was shy, but once getting comfortable around you, he started opening up little by little. You were curious as to why he wore a glove on his left hand. But you never pleasured him to talk about it. You’ll let him tell you on his own time. You and Bucky were staying with Sam and Sarah for a little. So you were surprised to see Bucky on the couch on his back, staring at the ceiling.
“Can’t sleep?” His sleepy laced voice reached your ears, sending a shiver down your spine and cleared your throat.
“No. Never can when I sleep in someone else’s home.” You admit with a soft chuckle, making him return it and sit up from the couch leaning against the headrest.
“Come sit with me, sweetheart.” His voice is soft and gentle. You brought two glasses of water over, placing them on the table and sat in between his legs. You suddenly feel cold metal through your shirt as he tugs you closer.
You glanced down at his left hand and carefully put your hand on the vibranium hand. You feel him tense up and slowly pulled away, but Bucky stops your hand from moving. You heard him sigh as he started to speak quietly.
“I fell off of a train.. Steve and I were on a mission back in 45 and it went wrong…It caused me to fall and lose my left arm.” He said with a shaky breath. You just sat back, lending him an ear.
“I was frozen, but they would defrost me to carry out…missions… had to live my plus years as the Winter Soldier, but after my two years in Wakanda, Shuri managed to remove some triggering words from my head and soon after that, I was free..again..” He finished as you both had tears welling up in your eyes.
You twist your body, getting on your knees, taking his cute face in your hands. “You, James Bucky Barnes, are the bravest sergeant ever. What happened wasn’t your fault. Yes, you did it, but you were being controlled. Don’t beat yourself up about it because I could see it in your eyes that you still do. Just keep in mind, honey, you have control of your thoughts and mind and body again.”
Bucky smiles ever so softly, eyes fluttering close as you leave gentle pepper kisses on his face. His chest was full with such warmth, comfort, safety and most importantly, love. Could you be his happy ending? The happy ending that he’s been longing for?
He opened his eyelids to see you staring at him with such admiration in your eyes. You make him feel human again and not like a freak. He took his right hand to brush the hair out of your face.
“You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?” He murmurs, making a smile curled up on your face as you straddle his thigh. “No I don’t, tell me more. And is this okay?” He nods with a yes underneath his breath as he places his hands on your thighs.
“You’re pretty, gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, smart, kind, caring, loving-“ He lists off while you were chuckling when he had a big smile on his face.
You dramatically placed a hand over your heart. “You boost my ego too much, Jamie..” You whisper, smiling down at him leaning down to ghost your lips over his, not touching them.
“You’re pretty too, handsome. Your lashes? Too die for. Steel blues that I could get lost in and such an old but pure soul. And I’m glad you asked me to be your girlfriend, otherwise I’d leave heartbroken, pretty boy.” You said, pouting playfully, which makes him laugh softly.
His fingers twisted in your hair, bringing your lips to his. It was a tender, gentle kiss. One you both haven’t experienced before. You put your hands beside his head, hips automatically moving on his thigh on their own. Bucky let out a soft hum in the kiss, grabbing your hips to help the movement. You parted from his lips as he chased them, making you giggle.
“Come back here, dove.” He says with a pout making you giggle harder. But soon stopped to really look at him.
This was the man you wanted to spend your life with.
“Move in with me.” You blurted out while his eyes went wide.
“W..What?” His voice was quiet, almost too quiet. You swallowed thickly and nervously.
“Move in with me, Jamie.. I know we’ve only been together for a few months now, but—“ your words were cut off by his lips. You made a surprise noise but soon melted into the kiss. He cups your cheeks in his hands, deepening the kiss.
“Yes,” he murmurs before pulling away. “Yes. I’ll move in with you. There’s also something I need to tell you.”
Your smile was beaming when you wrapped your arms around his neck, which made Bucky laugh lightly wrapping his arms around your lower back. You move away slightly to look into his eyes. “Tell me, handsome.”
Bucky smiled shyly at you. “I..I love you.. Gosh. You make me feel like I’m human again and not a monster with a platonic arm. You make me feel like my old self again. Once in a lifetime you will meet someone who changes everything and that’s exactly what you did for me. You’re it for me, doll. You’re my endgame. My forever.”
Your eyes were welling up with tears as you smiled back at your pretty boy. You let out a small chuckle.
“Can’t have me crying in the middle of the night. What’s wrong with you, Jamie?” You asked with keeping your voice sweet and playful. He smirks.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, your highness. But I mean every word, pretty girl.” He replied softly, leaning back while placing his hands on your hips. “Plus, I know you’re wet. Been for hours. That’s why you couldn’t sleep. C’mon sweetheart, use me to get off.” He said as his voice dropped slightly, causing a shiver run down your spine and a whisper escaped your parted lips. You started off slowly.
Bucky stared at you in awe as you were moving your hips. He would never get tired of this view. He also felt himself get hard intensely while watching you.
You looked so beautiful. Head tossed back, your back arched gorgeously, nipples peeking through your sleepwear. His hands moved your shirt up as he sat up to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. You were caught off guard by the action but moaned softly, threading your nails through his short hair. Bucky maneuvers the both of you around until you pressed against the outline of his cock. Has he always been so big?
The two of you tried to be as quiet as possible, considering you were still in Sam’s sister house.
Bucky kept his voice low and gravelly. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Use me like you mean it.. Good girl.” You whined at how deep his voice went. And that fucker just smirks at you.
“You’re absolutely, trouble, Jamie..” You breathe out, still moving your hips on the muscles of his thigh. He chuckled softly, pulling you close to where your nose was touching his.
“Only when it involves you, doll.”
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“We’re gonna miss you guys around here.” Sarah said with tears rolling down her face as she hugs you and Bucky.
The day was finally here. You knew that Bucky didn’t really have much and that was okay because you were going to take him shopping when you got back home.
Home.
You never saw yourself getting into another relationship after your last one, but Bucky made you feel like the only woman in the world. Could you have finally found your person?
Meanwhile in Bucky’s head. He’s thinking to himself that he finally got the happy ending that he damn well deserved. He got himself a pretty lady, who he can finally call his.
You nodded at Sarah with a soft smile and hugged her back. “We’ll miss you guys too.” Bucky and Sam shared the same smile, giving each other a bro hug.
“It was good working with you, Buck. Take care of yourself, okay?”
Bucky nods his head, draping an arm around your shoulder once you come over and looks down at you with such admiration and back at Sam.
“I will.. if not, I got my girl to help out.” He answers and hesitates a little.
This will be his first time in a long time with someone who cares about him other than Sam and Steve.
“You take care of yourself too…Cap.” He said while a gentle smile graces his face. Sam gave him a nod. “Sure thing, Serge.” Bucky chuckled softly and hugged Sarah. She whispers in his ear, ‘take care of her, Bucky. She’s a good one.’ They parted and he gave her a nod.
“Always.” Was the last thing he said before climbing into the passenger seat of your car once you started the engine. He saw you blow a kiss to both of them and soon the both of you were off, never looking back.
Bucky smiles ever so soft, moving closer to you as he rests his head on your shoulder, taking in your cinnamon vanilla scent.
This was it. You were his home. His family. His forever. His happy ending.
You were his reason.
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Please-😭❤️. I just that thought of the ending because the reader & Bucky just driving off to the sunset is perfect🥺.
But YEAH. It was a cheesy ending nonetheless, but I liked it..? I hope you did too❤️.
I like writing for Bucky. He’s so much fun to write about!
I got some good things comin’ soon, cutes🥳🩵. STAY TUNED!
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fairlyang · 2 months
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Summer Lovin’ 🕷️
in which you have a little summer romance fling
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w/c: 3.9K
pairing: greaser!miguel x f!reader
tags: 18+ smut. exhibitionism, making out, sucking on tits, eating out, fingering, praise kink, blowjob. mention of face sitting, overstimulation, 69, eating pussy underwater (LMAO), spilling the tea x2
notes: reposting my precious baby, my fav, my grease au series!! might post part two after this idk but I’m writing part 3 and I’m excited :D 🤝🏼
part two — part three
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You had spent almost your entire summer in California, and being from the Midwest you took advantage of the hot weather and beaches.
You had stayed at your aunt's house along with your parents but not your older sister who apparently didn't wanna "burn to a crisp" but you didn't mind. In fact you loved feeling the sun on your skin and spent most of your days on the beach.
Your sister had teased you about a summer fling and maybe you'd meet someone but won't be able to bring them back. You called bullshit and said you weren't out searching for that kinda thing.
That was until you met him.
Miguel O'Hara.
One day you were reading a book on the beach under an umbrella when a guy came up to you and you were a little shell shocked looking at him. He was gorgeous. So handsome.
He asked what you were reading which made you laugh because he did not look like the reading type. He wore a black leather jacket and his hair slicked back, you can imagine reading is not one of his things.
And who the hell wears a leather jacket in the hot weather?
But nonetheless you still answered and he just nodded along probably pretending he knew what you were talking about.
"Well I came over because I thought you were gorgeous." He says giving you a wide smile, showing off his crooked pearly whites.
You chuckle and close your book, leaving it on your lap, "oh I bet a guy like you says that to all the girls." You say playfully rolling your eyes and he shakes his head.
"Only to the really special ones." He responds sweetly and you felt a shiver run down your spine.
And with that you were sold.
Almost too easy.
But it felt real.
Genuine.
You had spent the first three weeks of August with Miguel. Splashing around, building many sand castles, playing volleyball. Tanned while getting to know each other, had little picnic dates on the beach.
It was so surreal to you and he was such a gentleman.
But on the third week was when he was more flirty than usual, always touching you subtly like grabbing your hand or having his arm around your waist.
He would even twirl you around as you walked along the sand which just had you laughing as you tried not to fall.
One specific time he wrapped his arms around you as you watched the sun set, the waves lightly hitting your feet. He gently trailed his fingers along your waist making you turn to look at him, he was already looking at you, with a mischievous look on his face if anything.
He then leaned down, letting his forehead lean against yours, "you're so beautiful."
You smile and feel your body grow warm, "you're not too bad yourself Miggy."
He then let go of you and stood in front of you, bringing a hand up to gently cup your cheek. His eyes were sparkling and he just looked so handsome up close.
The pink, orange, and yellow rays of the sun hitting the sides of your faces as he looked down at your lips. He couldn't help himself.
And he knew he'd never see you again after this considering you'd have to fly back home so what's a little fun on your last week here?
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer which only makes him chuckle, "no patience huh?" He teased and you shrugged.
"We only live once... and we might as well while we're young.." you say and lean up, pretty eyes boring into his.
He was quite shocked that you were the one making the moves but he wanted to be the one to actually do it.
So he did.
He leaned in and kissed you gently, you instantly kissed back and you swore you could feel fireworks erupting in your stomach. It felt so right. So nice.
He nipped on your bottom lip to which you then return as you feel his hands exploring your body. You felt them snake their way down your back then staying by your lower back.
Then you felt them slowly trickling lower to which you had to pull away and shake your head, "eager hm? No patience huh?" You mock and he snickers.
"Couldn't help myself doll." He murmurs and pecks your lips softly.
You melted back into his arms and kissed back before he pulled away and then leaned in to peck your lips again. He repeated this until you burst into fits of giggles which had Miguel ignoring the effect it made on him and pulled away, grabbing you by the hand as you went back to walking on the sand.
Things only progressed throughout your last week.
He snatched more kisses from you until the sun was gone and you had to go home.
The next day he had you on his lap and making out with you while his hand was trailing around your thigh. Only testing the waters.
But also playing around with you.
You were a good girl, not ever looking for trouble like this. But it seemed to have found its way to you.
And you couldn't help but want to open yourself up more to him, maybe not just kisses.
At least those were your thoughts when you were in bed, daydreaming about him.
You met up again on the third day and decided to maybe go a little further. Just a tiny bit.
So you were on his lap again, making out when you start to slowly grind yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth and it only made you grow more excited but you didn't want to push yourself too much.
And he was okay with that.
His hands were on your waist helping you move as his tongue explored your mouth. Gotta love a man that can multitask.
You moved faster and could feel his bulge grow hard beneath you. It made your skin feel hot and deep down you wanted to take it forward but also knew you probably shouldn't.
"Miguel-" you breathed out and pulled away but he latched his lips on your neck, kissing harshly against your skin.
You bite your lip and he made you continue your movements as he hummer onto your skin. "I- I-I think- maybe we s-should st- fuck-" you stutter and moan as he sucks on your neck then pulls away peppering the hickey in kisses.
"What were you saying doll?" He asks and kisses down your chest.
That day you decided to wear a bikini top with some shorts, clearly he appreciated that right now as he kissed your cleavage, bringing a hand up to squeeze your left breast. You moan and feel your eyes flutter, already losing your train of thought.
"W-We shouldn't do this here-" you breathe out but it didn't matter, he was already pulling your bikini top up.
"Miguel!" You squealed trying to cover yourself and looking around but it was vacant.
"There's nobody out here, you know we've been having this side of the beach all to ourselves for weeks." He murmurs and gently moves your hands away.
"So beautiful." He murmurs before squeezing both tits and latching on to your left nipple.
You bit your lip and held onto his head, you couldn't even blame yourself. You knew you wanted this. And that heat going straight to your core was the proof.
He pulled away and immediately sucked on your right breast, pinching your left nipple making you shift on his lap. He moaned against you and you almost forgot he was already hard. Almost.
It was kind of hard to forget since you were directly on him.
So you began to slowly grind on him again making him groan as you moved your hips back and forth. He pulled away and breathed out, "Just like that angel."
Your face flushed and you put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you continued your pace. "Good, good girl." He murmurs before sucking on your left breast, leaving yet another mark.
A moaned escaped your lips and you can see a smirk on his when he pulled away. He looked up at you and pecks your lips before pulling away and taking you off his lap and setting you to his right side on the shared blanket.
He then moved down your body, hands already undoing the button and zipper of your shorts. You lift your ass up and he slides your shorts off setting them to the side.
He then gets between your legs, kissing and squeezing your thighs and he neared where you so desperately needed him. He kissed your left inner thigh then moved to the right side to do the same.
He then went down and looked at the soaked spot on your panties, nearly drooling. "Look at you doll, already so wet." He murmurs looking up at you before leaning in and leaving the softest kiss on your clit.
You moaned and bucked your hips forward but his strong arms kept you in place which only made you whine. But he didn't care.
He was going to go at his own pace. Just like you did when you were on his lap.
Even if he technically was making you a move a bit.
But still.
He gently moved your panties to his right side as you squirmed, whining above him but he ignored you to pay all his undivided attention to your gorgeous sopping cunt. "Oh baby this all for me?" He murmurs and you feverishly nod.
He tuts and smirks looking up at you, "such a dirty girl. Thought you were a sweet innocent good girl?" He teases only making you grow more wet by the second.
"God you're so perfect." He coos before diving full on in to your cunt, immediately getting a taste of how sweet you are.
You moan and bring a hand down to pull his closer already. You needed him so badly and didn't want to waste more time.
And he could tell.
He didn't mind, given how he started lapping at your folds and his nose practically buried in your clit. "Miguel-“ You moan out and he hums sending a vibration of pleasure curse through your body.
You look down at him and buck your hips forward, this time he doesn't stop you, letting you grind your perfect cunt against his mouth. His mouth went up and down your slit, slurping up your juices as you continued your melody of pretty moans for him.
He looked into your ears as he came up and flicked his tongue on your clit earning himself more moans. He brought his hands up and intertwined them with yours as you bucked your hips against his face, grinding yourself against his tongue. "Shit- feels so good Miggy." You moan and he hums against your cunt.
He moans and lets go of your left hand, bringing his right hand to start teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. He pulls away, lips glistening from your slick making you smile as he licks your arousal off. "Need more doll?" He coos and you nod.
"Yes- yes please Miguel." You whimper and he nods, shoving his middle finger inside you.
You groan and your walls clench against his digits as he starts fucking you hard. "Oh fuck!" You moan and grip your right hand against his.
"Feel good angel?" He asks softly and you nod with an almost drunken smile.
"So pretty baby." He mutters and then slides in his second finger immediately pounding his digits into you.
You let out a loud moan and try to close your legs but he quickly let go of your hand and spread them open. "Too much already doll?" He mocks making you whimper.
His fingers were much thicker than yours and you haven't had any other fingers inside you besides your own. At least in a long time.
"Look at you taking them so well." He says and looking at your cunt just sucking his fingers in.
He then shuts up and brings his mouth back to your clit, tongue flicking on your nub while his mouth sucks harshly. Your body was getting hotter and your legs were shaking as you kept them wide open for him. "Fuck!"
His praises only continued and drove your mind wild, and just like that you found out you had a praise kink. And he used that to his advantage.
Mumbling as many praises to you seeing just how much more wet you'd get for him as well seeing how long it'd take for you to just cum off his praise.
And it didn't take long for you to feel your orgasm approach before quickly taking over and your climax hit as he was calling you his good girl.
You let out cries as you came and clenched on his fingers, entire body shaking as he fucked you slowly letting you ride your high.
As soon as your breathing calmed down and he slipped his fingers out of you, you sat up and got him to sit in your position. "C'mon your turn pretty boy." You coo and he chuckles but moves so anyway.
And without another word you laid down between his knees and undid his shorts as fast as you could. You slid them off his legs and left them on top of yours before slipping his cock out of his boxers. You left those on and just started stroking him.
You lean in and lick his tip, tasting his precum and swallowing every drip then spit on the tip and letting it drip down before stroking him again. He let out a shaky breath and you looked up at him with innocent eyes that drove hims absolutely insane. "You look so pretty." He murmurs making you squeeze your thighs together.   
You then took him in your mouth, slowly bringing your head down at first not thinking you'd be able to take all of him considering how thick he was but you were slowly getting there. Only took a few minutes to take half of him before he put his hands on your head and made you take him deeper.
You were gagging against him which only made him thrust his hips into your mouth making you take all of him. You closed your eyes already feeling them fill with tears but you fought through it and took him all the way feeling his happy trail hit your nose.
You pulled away and gasped, panting but then slipped him back into your mouth and letting him do it again but for a longer period of time.
Soon enough you felt him twitch in your mouth as he was deep in your throat. You closed your eyes, breathed through your nose and prayed for the best.
He groaned and his legs shook beneath you as he shoots his load down your throat. You swallowed as much as you could but it was too much so you pulled away and let it fall in his thighs. You start stroking him slowly which makes him whine as his cock twitched at the sudden contact but yet more cum continued shooting out.
"Oh fuck!" He moans as you stroke him and go down to clean it up with your tongue.
You made sure to lick off every drop before finally taking your hand off him and taking notice he was breathing heavily. "Holy shit-" he mutters and grabs your face, bringing you in for a kiss.
You kiss back and he slides his tongue into your mouth, getting a taste of himself which only made you weak in the knees.
He then pulled away and gave you a sheepish grin, "that was- do you really have to leave?" He says and you laugh.
"Sadly. But I still have a few days left!" You say and he chuckles before bringing you into his chest as you both looked up and see a few twinkling stars above you.
And you used those days up to the best of your ability.
Now you told him the one exception was you didn't want to fuck, not there at least.
So the following day he had you wear a dress and made you sit on his face. And he made sure to emphasize "sitting down" because he wanted to feel all your weight on him.
You were scared you'd crush him but he said that'd just be the most badass way to die which only made you slap his arm. But you ended up sitting on his face and it was the best thing you'd ever tried.
You ended up like that for a good few hours before your poor pussy grew tired and you were just so overstimulated.
So you ended up making out until the sun set and you gave him a handjob as well.
The next day was your second to last day before you'd leave and he wanted to try out 69-ing to which you didn't complain about. He had already grown so use to eating you out and did not grow tired of it at all. And he loved hearing your moans, feeling your body shaking.
So he couldn't complain either.
That same day he had the brilliant idea of trying to eat you out underwater, you told him he'd actually die if he did that but he claimed he could hold his breath for a while.
Well it felt weird for both parties and he nearly drowned so that wasn't worth it. But you then stroked him while hiding behind a big rock then you got down to your knees so he could cum on your face.
And finally on your last day you sat next to each other and touched each other until you both came at the same time.
Prior to that you were just spending time together for the final time. He wanted you both to cum as the sun set. How romantic.
As you both got up and got dressed you sighed, sad that your little summer fling would come to an end.
And unfortunately never getting the chance to actually have him fuck you. But nothing lasted forever.
So after the final make out session you both pulled away breathless and you felt sad. But also happy it happened at all. And that you got to meet him.
"If it's meant to be I'm sure you'll get to go all the way in the future." You joked making him laugh and smile.
"Hopefully doll, I'm sure you feel absolutely amazing." He murmurs and you slap his arm before shrugging and giving him a sly wink finally walking away to never see him again.
Or so you think.
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Your parents ended up giving you the grand surprise that you weren't actually leaving. You were moving to California.
And the reason your sister didn't come was because they actually gave her the house and her boyfriend was going to move in.
Why they didn't think of telling you before? Who knows but now you were gonna be leaving here and they made you enroll in the nearest university.
Somehow you got in just in time for classes to start to. You didn't have high hopes in seeing Miguel considering he'd told you a couple times he didn't really like university and wasn't really thinking about going back.
And you weren't sure in telling him you weren't going back after all. Especially considering you just had a couple good summer nights together.
So you didn't give it a second thought and just decided that's all it would be. A summer fling.
Not like you had much choice considering you didn't have any way of contacting him anyway.
You ended up going to your first day of uni and met two lovely girls outside who immediately helped you out. Frenchie and Sandy.
They were so sweet and led you to your classes, even having a few with both of them surprisingly.
You ended up having the same schedule layout and you all ended up going to the large dining hall to get something to eat.
You were then introduced to their other three girl friends, Rizzo, Marty, and Jan. Frenchie explained their little group were called the pink ladies which you thought was cute. They all had matching jackets as well.
Suddenly a girl named Patty comes along and the trio roll their eyes and groan. You pretend you don't notice and just take a bite out of the macaroni you got before she sat down next to you and started blabbing about who knows what.
Then Frenchie, a godsend angel, turned to you and asked you how your summer was.
"It was good! Spend most of my time at the beach. Might've met someone there..." you say and Patty beside you giggles but Rizzo just scoffs.
"Laying all your eggs in one basket? For some guy?" She asks and you shrug.
"He was... special." You say and she gives you a fake smile.
"There is no such thing hun." She says and you sigh looking at Patty. "It was so romantic."
On the other end of campus, on some bleachers, the self proclaimed 'T-Birds' were also asking Miguel how his summer went. But he had already told them that he met a girl.
But unlike your reminiscing of the romantic portion of your days together, his friends' immediate thoughts went to the more explicit portion...
"You don't wanna hear all the horny details." Miguel teases and all the guys gather around him yelling at him that they absolutely do.
So you both ended up spilling what you wanted to reveal except you kept your mouth shut on your exhibitions, not wanting to say too much about that.
On the other hand Miguel gave them every dirty detail possible. But for him he couldn't bring himself to tell his friends about the romantic side of how things went.
No way in hell was he going to admit those kinds of feelings in front of the guys. And mostly because they all just fucked around. Even though he knew he felt something besides just when things switched to the dirty side.
And thus you both reminisced on your favorite parts of your time together not knowing you were both on the same campus. Soon enough you'd both run into each other shocked but for now you stayed in your respective friend group.
As you walked out of the dining hall and to your last class Jan asked, "so what was his name?"
"Miguel O'Hara." You replied and her eyes widened as her and Marty burst into giggles but Rizzo smacks them to shut up.
"If you believe in miracles I'm sure Prince Charming will show up again some day. Somewhere unexpected." She says and gives you a smile.
"Think so?" You ask and she nods, grinning ear to ear as the other two girls follow her giggling their heads off.
"Oh you think so Frenchie?" You ask turning to the redhead and she avoids your gaze, awkwardly laughing and grabbing your arm.
She gives Sandy a look before Sandy links with your other arm, "how about we get to class yeah?" She says to you and you nod, questioning what the hell was going on.
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You're his ex, but he's desperate for a babysitter. (pt. 2)
Mike Schmidt x fem reader
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Tags: 18+, mike x fem reader, no use of y/n, exes, enemies to lovers, slowburn? sassy mike, sassy reader, pet names, banter, angst, fluff, babysitting Abby. (no smut... yet.)
Part 1 Part 3
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Mike calls you up to ask a favor for the 2nd night in a row. He hates having to resort to you, his ex for Christ's sake, but he has no other choice. Besides, after last night... maybe he doesn't hate it so much.
"Again?" You ask, feigning annoyance. "What, did your usual babysitter fuck off and die?"
Mike winces at that. "I hope not. I can't really afford anyone else right now."
"And why do you expect me to come be your free labor, Schmidt?"
"Because I'll owe ya one?"
"You already owe me one from last night."
"..."
"I'll owe you two."
You scoff in an attempt to cover a laugh. Damnit. Why did he have to be so charming?
"Fine. But we are not making a habit of this."
"We aren't. I promise. I'll look for a new babysitter this weekend. I just can't leave Abby alone overnight."
"That's a strange way of saying you can't go another minute without me."
"You're delusional, woman."
"A delusional woman you owe two favors, Mikey. Be careful throwing insults."
Now it's Mike's turn to stifle a laugh. He coughs in a feeble attempt at covering it up.
"What, catching a cold?"
"No. You just make me sick."
"Stop flirting with me and hang up already."
Mike does just that, slamming the corded landline phone back into it's holster. The little smiley face sticker Abby stuck to it years ago seems to taunt him almost as much as you just did. He sighs, leaning against the counter and wondering how he got himself into this mess. He shouldn't enjoy it so much when you toy with him like this. That's all it was, he was being played with. But damn it, after being lonely so long... he'd take what he could get.
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You arrive at his house around half an hour later, annoyed at the prospect of crashing on his couch for the 2nd night in a row. You try to make your displeasure evident with a scowl as he opens the door, but when you see the way he's gawking at you...
"Stop staring. It's rude." You can't help but smirk slightly as you scold him, he's just so easy to mess with.
"Did you really have to dress like a slut just to babysit?" Mike hisses as you set down your things, taking in your outfit. A pair of shorts that you'd definitely be cold in, and a white tank top. Of course, you had a hoodie too, but it was unzipped, and he was more focused on what it didn't cover.
"Hey, last time you said..." Mike nods to the kitchen, and you trail off as you notice the girl sitting and coloring at the table. Abby. Oh. Right.
"You're not in any position to judge my clothing choices, Mikey."
Mike shivers as you whisper in his ear. What exactly is that supposed to mean? His clothes are fine, right? He studies his hoodie and jeans, then shakes himself and grits his teeth as he follows you into the kitchen.
"Look! Mike drew this one!" Abby excitedly shoves a piece of paper in your face as you sit down at the kitchen table with her. It's a sketch of a forest, pine trees and shrubs. It's actually rather well drawn, and you take a minute to look over it.
"It's nice, but you're the better artist for sure." You slide the paper back over to her and give Mike a teasing smile as he sits down across from you, on the other side of Abby.
"Oh, I know." She turns her attention back to her own drawing, another one of Mike. And... wait, was that...? No, it couldn't be...?
"Abby, what are you drawing?" Mike asks the question before you can, craning his neck to get a better look at her paper.
"You." She responds vaguely, still scribbling away.
"Okay, but what exactly is he doing?" You ask, scooting closer to her for a better look.
"And what am I wearing?"
"A suit. It's your wedding." Abby casually drops a bomb on you both, still not even bothering to look up from her paper. Wedding? Mike?
"You're engaged?" You turn to the dumbfounded older Schmidt, and discreetly scan his hands, looking for a ring.
"N-no? What? Abby, I'm not getting married." He finally sputters, face flushed a light shade of pink.
Abby doesn't respond, still focused on her drawing. Now that you're sure what it is, you can totally see it. The red isle. The benches. Mike, wearing... something that sort of resembles a suit, if you squint. And... a bride. You nearly choke when you spot her.
"Abbs, who's that?" You ask, pointing a shaky finger at the bride, who almost looks familiar...
"You."
"..."
Mike gives you a look, and you both quickly excuse yourselves from the table.
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"Seriously, Mike? First you tell her I'm a witch, then you tell her I'm your fiancé? Make up your goddamn mind." You scowl at him and zip up your hoodie as he closes the door behind you. The night air is chilly, and you're almost starting to regret the shorts. Almost.
Mike returns your scowl as he leans against a wall. His porch isn't exactly the best hang out spot, but you two needed to speak privately after Abby's little comment.
"I didn't tell her you're my fiancé." He growls, speaking firmly. Must be trying to make up for the way he was totally blushing earlier.
"So what, then? She just made it up?"
"Come on..." He groans, burying his face in his hands and letting the tough act fall for a moment. "You know how she is..."
It was true, his sister was... weird. He still loved her obviously, more than anyone, especially his stupid ex-girlfriend. But she was certainty different from other kids, made evident by the fact she spent more time talking to imaginary people than Mike.
"Seriously... I didn't fuckin' say that..." Mike wasn't a very good liar. But this wasn't lying, right? He'd never explicitly told Abby he was going to marry you, but he definitely humored her when she asked about it way back when you two were dating. He'd told her maybe. Maybe. To a kid, that meant yes.
"You sure, Mikey? Don't have a ring hidden away somewhere, waiting to pop the question?" You cross your arms and scoff, but it's hard to be angry when this whole thing is so amusing. Abby definitely had a wild imagination, but she wouldn't just make up something like that out of nowhere. There had to be more to this.
"Hell no. I'd rather die alone than marry a witch." He practically spits in anger, but he's more angry at himself than you or Abby. He should have shut Abby down immediately when she asked about marriage... especially considering the relationship hardly lasted 3 months. But, well, he was a lovesick fool. Way back then. Not anymore.
"Pfft. Fine. Have fun at work, Honey." You taunt him as you head back inside, and you can hear him grumble more than a few curses in response.
Little sisters and ex-girlfriends, man. Mike wanted to scream.
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You nearly choke on your glass of water as Abby drops yet another bomb on you.
"C-can you repeat that?" You ask, coughing.
"Will you teach me witch stuff? You know, cursing people?" Abby blinks up at you innocently. Damn these Schmidts and their big brown puppy eyes.
"Please? When you lifted the curse from Mike, it really worked!" She insists eagerly. "He colored with me!"
You watch as she proudly holds up Mike's drawing of a forest. She must really treasure it.
"I... uh... why do you want to learn witchcraft, Abby?"
Abby cocks her head at the question. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Fair enough." You laugh and shake your head. This kid.
"Alright... but we can't do witchery on empty stomachs. What do you want to eat?"
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When Mike quietly slips back into the house at the crack of dawn, he nearly trips over his own feet when he sees the state of his kitchen table.
"The fuck happened here?" He mutters, picking up one of the many papers strewn across the table. The weird markings all over it vaguely resembled hieroglyphics, not that he was an expert on those. The part that really concerned him, though, was the circle of candles in the center of the table.
They weren't lit, thankfully, but they looked like they had been. Damn it. Those were for emergencies. Like the time he forgot to pay the power bill.
"Too tired for this shit." He gives up on trying to decipher whatever-the-fuck you and Abby did, and makes his way into the living room. He pauses yet again when he sees you sleeping on the couch. Was that his blanket? And pillow? From his bed? Damn infuriating woman.
"Get up." He gives your shoulder a shake, not bothering to be gentle. He doesn't have the patience right now.
"Nngh... 5 more minutes." Ugh. You sound just like Abby.
"Don't be a bum." He rips the blanket off of you, then immediately regrets it when he remembers just how little you're wearing. Your tank top had shifted, almost completely exposing your... fuck, he shouldn't stare.
"Don't you have work?" He grumbles, flopping down in his recliner and pointedly looking away from your body.
"Nah... It's my day off." You sit up and stretch, planting your feet on the floor and reaching up to the sky as you lean back against the couch. Either you don't notice that one of your breasts has fallen out of your tiny top, or you just don't care. Mike clears his throat and looks away again. Fuck. He's definitely blushing.
"Oh, shit." With a casual hand, you tuck your breast back into the tank top. Must have moved around a lot. Damn uncomfortable couch.
"You wanna explain why it looks like I hosted a cult meeting in my kitchen?" Mike snaps, finally able to focus.
"Hey, you're the one who convinced Abby I'm a witch. Not my fault the promise of learning a spell is such an effective way of getting her to eat dinner."
Mike furrows his brow at that. You got her to eat dinner? Two nights in a row? That's an accomplishment. "...Fine. But please, clean up your mess next time. I have to take her to school in a couple hours, and if the table is-"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll clean it up. Let me get some coffee first, jeez." You brush him off and make your way into the kitchen. He still has the same shitty coffee maker that looks like it belongs in an antique store. And no creamer, because Mike hates joy.
"You want a cup too?"
"I shouldn't. Gotta go to sleep after I drop Abby off at school." He grunts from the other room, and you can hear him getting out of the old creaky recliner he loves so much.
"Ah. Night shift."
"Yeah. Night shift."
Mike shuffles into the kitchen and you both stand there awkwardly for a few moments as the coffee brews.
"You don't really look like you sleep, you know." You remark, taking in his ever-present eyebags for the hundredth time.
"Yeah, well, I do. Sleeping is just so... tiring." He scoffs, making light of the situation. He's telling the truth, though. Sleep for him is more of a project than real rest. His eyes glaze over as he gets lost in thought for a moment.
"You good, Mike?" He flinches as you place a hand on his shoulder. He wasn't expecting that from you.
"Yeah, uh, just..."
"Tired?"
"Yeah."
You sigh and decide to let it go, turning your attention to the mess on the kitchen table instead. He didn't owe you an explanation, especially now that you're not together, but it was still frustrating. He's obviously dealing with something, probably a lot of somethings, and he's too stubborn to admit it. That stubbornness is gonna be the end of him, you swear. It was what ended your relationship. Partially.
"Here, I'll help." Mike fumbles to help you pick up papers and crayons, colored pencils and candles. After a few minutes, it doesn't look like such a disaster.
"Oh, by the way." You pour yourself a cup of coffee, and start to stir in a few spoons of sugar. Too much sugar, for Mike's taste. "Abby's little blue dolphin stuffed animal is invisible to you now, got it? As long as it's in the house, grown-ups can't see it. I think she put it in your room to test you. Just ignore it."
"Is that what you two were doing?" Mike leans back against the counter and scoffs, but makes a mental note to ignore the little dolphin from now one. He'd humor her, if it meant she'd eat her dinner.
"I don't know? I panicked, okay? I had to think of something harmless but still believable and exciting for a little kid."
"And 'invisible stuffed animal' was the best you could think of?"
"This is a warning. Find a new goddamn babysitter or I'm teaching her curses next. And you have to play along."
Mike can't help but smile at that. A real smile.
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Already workin' on the next part don't worry <3
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PETER AND READER ADOPTING A KITTEN
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kitten contention.
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synopsis : peter surprises you with a new addition to your little family, one that you, of course, welcome with open arms.
pairing : bf!peter parker x reader
wc : 929
warnings : none ! this is super fluffy, has a BUNCH of domestic fluff, and will make you smile hehe
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“peter, you can’t be serious…” oh, but he was. you follow him to his room, and that was when you saw the cutest little kitten.  "oh my god. she’s adorable.” you practically sprint towards the cardboard box placed in the corner of his room. the kitten was both black and white, green eyes, and was barely any bigger than your hand. she was asleep, so you decided on leaving her alone for the time being.  “i found her in the alley i usually change in. i’ve been bringing her food every night since, and i thought it was about time that i brought her in.” he smiles fondly.
“have you named her yet?” you see the kitten move just a little bit, and you were immediately alarmed. had you talked too loud? 
peter noticed your expression and chuckled softly before saying, “hm, no, not yet. i thought we could think of a name together?” he moves closer to you, and he simply adores you as you watch the kitty in awe. “gosh, i’ll have to think about it." you stop talking as soon as you see the kitten slowly rise, “peter! peter! look, she’s getting up!” you tap peter’s shoulder repeatedly and he chuckles.
 “be careful with her, she can be a little shy.” he warns as you reached into the box to gently pet the little creature. luckily, she warms up to you just fine, and before you realize, she’s rested in your arms, slowly falling asleep yet again.  - “okay, okay, i’ll put her right here, and if she goes to you first, i owe you ten, deal?” peter smirks mischievously. he looked a little too confident.
you were in the living room, and somehow, you two had argued over which one of you was the kitten’s favorite. "easy.” you had an equally competitive expression on your face, and you were determined to walk away with ten bucks. 
“3… 2… 1… go!” he quickly paces to sit at your side, and the game begins. 
“c’mere sardine!” peter couldn’t help but find your baby voice adorable, but he snaps right back into it. (and yes, you two had settled on the name sardine, after countless nights of arguing over the name, you finally found a name you were both happy with, he honestly found it hilarious, honorable mentions did include twix and miso.)  "c’mere girl, i know you want my cuddles!” peter says. the poor kitten is extremely confused as it looks at the both of you.  “oh, but you want mine more, don’t you?” you tease, playfully glaring at peter. but what happens next is what you least expect. 
sardine walks away and heads to her bed in the corner of the room.  you and peter stare at her, then each other. “that… changes nothing. i’m still her favorite.” you scoff. peter was slowly giving up, but he felt the need to put up a fight. 
“i found her first! and i’ve taken care of her for longer.” he crosses his arms, which you couldn’t help but laugh at.
 “we’ll just have to try again.” and just as quickly as it left, that mischievous expression of yours was back.  -  after a long day, you and peter had decided to have a stay-at-home date. you two were cuddled up together on his bed, watching whatever you found interesting on television, exchanging small whispers and little pecks like passing notes in secrecy. the silence was comforting, and so was peter’s warmth, it was almost like you two were soaking in each other’s presence.  but, of course, the little one couldn’t help but interfere.
 sardine slowly crept onto peter’s chest, and as you two noticed, you shared happy glances. sardine was kneading right on top of peter, right before she laid down atop peter’s chest, the sight was too cute to handle. 
and of course, you documented it.
 “babe! say hi to the camera.” peter turns to look at you, revealing his delighted smile. he waves at the camera.  “oh, you’re such a good girl!” he whispers, gently petting her. clearly ignoring the fact that she had broken quite a few things around the house, which peter had ended up taking the blame for when may confronted him about it. 
“yeah, you still owe may two months worth of chores.” you joke, and peter chuckles, “it’s worth it though.”  - “pete… you’re not gonna believe what i ordered online!” you walk into his room, the biggest smile on your face as you held a small sealed package.  "ooh! what is it?” his interest quickly piqued as he patted the space beside him, gesturing for you to sit down.  “look!” you opened the package, revealing a small green sweater, and peter beamed after realizing who it was for.
 “this… is PERFECT!” he excitedly searches the room for sardine, and as soon as he saw her, he picked her up and brought her to you. “okay, let’s try it on.”  you gently put the sweater over her head and let her arms through the holes of the sweater. 
“oh my god, where’s your phone?” peter asks, you handed it to him, and he began his own little photoshoot for the kitten. you threw in some praises for her here and there, and it seemed to be working, she was posing like she knew all the attention was on her.  "peter… i have a couple more outfits.” you say, pulling out a mini suit along with a mini necktie.
that was when you both knew that you’d be here for a while.
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darling audrey, congratulations on 5000 followers! ur witty personality and words of gold have charmed us all <3 considering your celebration, i would like to request a drabble with charles based on the song margaret by lana del rey. there’s just something about “he met margaret on the rooftop, she was wearing white, and he was like, ‘i might be in trouble’” or “when you know, you know” ughhhhh love is so sickeningly wonderful
good as gold – cl16
This is the story of Charles experiencing a rooftop conversation with a stranger. For Charles, this is the story he will tell of how he met the love of his life for the first time.
auds here... much like lana in this song i am messy with the pen, but missed this blog very much, i love you all & genuinely hope you're well mmmwaaahhhh :)
You’re wearing this dress. This long, white, lace-linen thing, too chilly for a London rooftop, too chilly for a London ground floor, too chilly for London, really. It’s the first thing Charles says to you, as a poor excuse for an opener, but you soothe his supposed troubles away with a laugh and a wave of a hand. It’s alright, I’m used to the cold, your lips form cloudily. Worst case scenario, I spill some wine on the dress.
The wine you mention is in a glass wrapped by your left hand, which brings itself upward to your lips, staining them violet for a second before you lick the residue off. You should know, I’m more a white wine kind of girl. He laughs, and every other word he thought would come easy comes so stuck, wrestled out of him. For once it’s not because he’s nervous, definitely not because he’s unsure. In fact he’s never felt surer of himself, and his self-assurance is almost foolish if it wasn’t so resolute in the fact that he’d one day like to slip a band over your blank slate of a ring finger.
Already he feels like it’s too late, he’s missed out on too much time with you. He should’ve known this laugh years ago, felt your skin when he was much younger, known you in an embarrassing phase while he was in his own. His desires feel childish, juvenile, but they feel so real, so much so that he verbalizes them to Lando in a desperate attempt to stave them off at the end of the night.
But that is later and this is now, now you tell him you’re here for work. You’re a something-something at somewhere, too professional for him to repeat back to himself in the fluid way you’re gifted. He asks what else is keeping you in a city like London and he phrases it like London is a shit city, and you joke: “Aside from the fact that it’s basically a first-world city?” He stutters in response, he stutters. “I’m joking. It’s work.”
Work, you say, not a guy, not a girl, work. No ring on your finger. You, like him, are committed to nothing but work. And because you’re two people in your early twenties, the rooftop conversation gradually ebbs in that direction, a foray into the worlds you’ve traversed by yourselves. He shares, ever a man of little words, stories of ex-girlfriends he’d rather not bring up again. He says the usual. He’s thankful, but it’s over.
You too, you sentiment. A while ago. I knew him for years, but we wanted different things. Just wasn’t right, something like that. Your index finger tugs at the plain gold chain resting on your collarbones and slides back and forth. The lights—strung up on poles on the roof and from establishments below—shine on certain angles, illuminate your hair, the beauty mark on your cheekbone, the stain of burgundy lip gloss on the wine glass in your hand. “Maybe in another universe.”
“Do you believe in that?” He asks. All he knows about possible universes is that Marvel and that Oscar-winning A24 film Lewis made half the grid watch and give roses to. The concept is interesting and likely true, but he feels secure thinking this is his only universe. Which, technically, is true, too.
You say kind of. “But that idea gives us too much allowance for mistakes.”
“I know. I guess I believe in it in a…” He’s afraid he sounds stupid, but your eyes are egging him on, genuinely curious, burning bright with a want for him to keep talking. “In a… I feel like I’ve met you before, kind of way.” Like he knows everything he has to know about you and him and it’s been barely an hour.
“I get that.” You pause. “I get that.” Then, with a pretty smile and meek hand over the linen chest of your dress, you excuse yourself to refill wine and make talk with the party host. He lingers, of course, watches the sway of your dress, waits to see if you will turn and smile a funny little just us smile, but of course you don’t. You’re a stranger after all. He turns away to find Lando, and for a second he feels like there are eyes on him, but he keeps walking and shakes it off.
“Marry?” Lando repeats half an hour later, when they’re both tugging their coats on. “You just met her. She got out of a long-term relationship a while ago. And so did you.”
They’re in the foyer of the townhouse, and Lando is pulling open the door now, under the impression that his words successfully permeated Charles’ delusions. He turns and Charles is stationary on the last step, humming to himself.
“Mate,” bogs Lando, eyes dead serious. “How do you even know—”
“I know.” Charles says simply. He never even had to ask himself. He just did. He just does. “I have to run up and do something… don’t wait up.”
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