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capricornlevi · 7 months

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on the edge of a blunt knife

mid-shibuuya incident, nanami decides he needs some serious stress relief

(wc 2.9k, 18+ mdni. cw rough (but v consensual) sex, semi public sex, cursed energy as sexual tension lol, no gendered pronouns but reader has a vagina)

Nanami: Need you to come here.

Nanami: {location shared}

Nanami: As soon as possible.

You blink down at your phone once, twice, three times, still unsure whether or not you actually understand the texts that are displayed clearly on the screen.

His directions are straightforward – blunt, even. It’s not that you don’t understand what’s being asked of you.

It’s just that you don’t understand why he would send texts like those; completely out of the blue, you can’t even guess the context. You haven’t heard from him for three days now.

For the past year or so, your relationship with Nanami Kento has been casual – in the most extreme sense of the word. A few hook-ups at his place, even more at your own, twice in a hotel he was staying in for ‘business’. You’ve met for coffee, shared some meals, never so much as toeing the line of anything more committed.

Sure, you know certain things about him, have garnered some understanding of his personality, but there’s so much you don’t know. More than you’d care to admit.

You’ve never actually asked him what he does for a living, for one thing.

You’ve caught glimpses of enough blood-soaked shirts to hazard a guess that it’s something sketchy, which does make it easier to avoid asking questions.

Still, he’s not your boyfriend. You don’t care what he does as long as you don’t get dragged into it. It actually helps things, you think, this barrier between the two of you, keeping either one from getting too attached.

But these unprompted texts, this uncharacteristic urgency … it all makes you deeply uneasy. As you reread them for the fifth time, your gut twists with a sense of foreboding.

... and perhaps the tiniest hint of anticipation.

Still wanting to cover your bases before diving into the unknown, you type up a quick response.

You: Is it safe?

You don’t have to wait long before your phone buzzes in your hand.

Nanami: For you, yes.

The location pin he dropped you is based in a metro tunnel just outside of Shibuya.

It’s dark out, you’re not familiar with the area, the October air is bitterly cold. There are a thousand reasons for you to stay home and wait until Nanami just comes over to yours as he usually does.

The other side of the argument has far fewer points in its favour.

But against all logic you slip on a jacket, shoving your phone into your pocket as your apartment door slams shut behind you.

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The journey is unusually quick. Glancing at every side street as you pass them by, you see they’re all virtually abandoned, with no traffic to hold you up at the street crossings.

You shrug it off; it has no connection to your meeting with Nanami, so why waste time worrying about it?

However, your concern only deepens when you arrive at the metro station. On a night like tonight it should be bustling, packed with crowds of partygoers and drunken salarymen singing the wrong lyrics to pop songs, but as you slowly descend the concrete steps, you soon realise that there’s not a single soul waiting by the platform.

It’s quiet, too. Eerily so. All you can hear is the low drip-drip-dripping of rain trickling onto the tile from the grates above, mixed with the occasional screech of the tracks. It’s cold down here, smells of damp and stagnant water, and you can't see Nanami anywhere.

You wait, but no trains appear.

The air is heavy with mist, even underground. You hug your arms to your chest to keep warm.

You’re just about to reach for your phone to text Nanami, demanding to know what the hell is going on and why he’s dragged you into it, but before you can do so, you’re distracted by the sensation of a strong hand on your shoulder.

You nearly choke out a scream when you’re the grip on your shoulder releases, the person pulling you in by the waist instead.

Nanami.

Though you held off on screaming before, you want to shout at him for startling you anyway, for giving you the fright of your life for no good reason.

However, as your mouth opens, you find yourself unable to do so.

For just a moment, you forget about how insane this all is; how he’s dragged you to an abandoned metro platform in the dead of night, with all sorts of other weird, unexplained shit happening just a few feet above your heads. Without a word of explanation as to what he needs from you.

You forget about it all, instead letting yourself get lost in the feeling of being pressed up against his chest.

The only thing to cut through your hazy train of thought is when you see –

“You’re hurt,” you murmur, lifting a hand to ghost your fingers over the scrapes on his face.

“Not very.”

“How did you – what is – what happened?”

“It's a long, long story,” he answers softly, gentle despite the strength of his touch, the protectiveness in how he holds you against him. “Too long to tell in one sitting.”

“Then why did you bring me here?”

Nanami doesn’t answer at first. He takes a hand and tilts your chin so that you have no choice but to meet his eye, to watch as he scans your face, lingering on your lips.

“Remember New Year’s?”

Now it’s your turn to pause, brain processing the hidden meaning buried in his words.

This past New Year’s was the only other time Nanami had visited you in a state like this; exhausted, injured, but bursting with a sort of power and intensity you couldn’t begin to understand.

He put it down to adrenaline, a busy day at work leaving him pent up, but you knew there was something more to it. He crackled with an energy that you had never seen before. Something about him felt electric, a live wire, you could almost feel it against your fingertips as you ran your hands over his muscled chest that night, taking it all in.

He came to you needing relief. It was an unspoken request that you happily answered; perhaps the energy he emanated during that visit was infectious.

After he called to your apartment that night, you didn’t leave your bed for the better part of three days. Relief was all he sought, but it was never enough until he has burnt the last bit of energy from his body. It took time.

Now, he searches your face for signs of recognition, any indication that you know what he’s asking of you.

You know he would respect your answer if you refused, if you got the hell out of this dingy tunnel and ran back to the safety of your apartment. He would never bring it up again.

It would be so easy to refuse, to turn around and take the more sensible option.

But the only issue is that you really, really don’t want to.

“I remember.”

The tiniest crack appears in Nanami’s facade – his jaw tightens, the sharp angles of his features looking almost pained.

“You do?”

Your nod confirms it.

“So you know what I’m asking of you?” he elaborates carefully, grip tightening in the fabric of your jacket.

“Yes. And yes,” you hastily add, sensing his follow-up question. “I want to.”

At that, Nanami lets go of your waist, lifting his hands to fist in your hair as he drags you in for a crushing kiss.

He kisses you so hard it almost hurts but you give as good as you take, dragging your teeth against his bottom lip to the point it could nearly draw blood.

It’s messier than it’s been before, even more so than New Year’s. You gasp into his mouth as he keeps you flush against him with one arm, barely able to take a breath before he slips his tongue against yours, ravenous in the way he’s capturing your mouth with his.

He mumbles something against your lips, utterly incoherent, and you don’t bother asking him to repeat it.

He kisses you, running his hands over your body as though he’s never had the chance to do it before now, mapping every inch of your frame even over your clothes.

Soon you’re being guided away to somewhere more private – a nearby bathroom, just as abandoned as the rest of the platform, a place where he can take what he needs for as long as he needs it.

You watch silently as he leads you there, feeling that energy radiate from his palm to yours.

Inside the bathroom, you see that only one of the lightbulbs is still working; this bathes the room in a warm, dim light, a glow that’s just enough for you to see the transformed expression on Nanami’s face.

Your breath catches.

In almost any other setting, he’s the picture of control. He’s polite, reserved, and keeps his emotions well-guarded from the outside world, never showing his secrets of vulnerabilities to anyone.

But when this sensation overcomes him, his face twists into something unrecognisable. Hungry, primal, something that would send a bolt of fear through you if you hadn’t experienced something like this before; now, you find yourself wanting to spur it on.

Before he loses himself in it, you take the chance to start undressing, your clothes dropping to the floor as your mind starts to swim with thoughts of what will happen next, what you know he is capable of doing with those hands.

His eyes darken until they’re almost black as you bare yourself in front of him.

Back home in the safety of either of your apartments, this would undoubtedly take a lot longer. He’d use his mouth on you until your cries of his name disrupted your neighbours. You’d take him in your hand and stroke slowly, meanly, building him up to the edge until his knuckles turn white and broken swears echo around the room.

That sense of languidity is gone now. It’s urgent, both of you needing this as much as you do oxygen, fearing you’ll die without it, and so you waste no time in bending over the sink and looking up at the mirror to meet his eye in the reflection.

Here you are, in public, where anyone could just walk in off the street and see you bending over for him, completely soaked and utterly shameless – though for some reason, you’re almost certain you’re not going to be interrupted.

Nanami unbuttons his shirt, revealing the pinks and reds of bruises blossoming on his skin. Your brow furrows; somewhere in your pleasure-addled mind you think to ask him about it, press him on the cause of his injuries … on what he’s gotten himself into …

But once his hands reach for his belt, you refocus your attention on gripping the sink’s countertop to prepare yourself.

He won’t hold back. One word from you and he’ll stop, but until that word is said then he will be merciless.

He tosses the belt to the floor and undoes his suit pants, stroking himself slowly.

You look to the mirror; a short nod, you skin already prickling with goosebumps, and you’ve started something you don’t know how to finish.

He takes your ass in his hands and squeezes, spreading you open and running his length up and down, the reflection of him mumbling something to himself as he stares, transfixed at the sight of your folds ready to suck him in without so much as being touched yet.

His throat bobs, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead glistening under the low light; he slips inside with one smooth thrust.

Your spine arches as you take all eight inches of him, thicker than anything you’ve had before, pressing in at such an angle that you worry it will render you a babbling mess before the hour is out.

Already his name is spilling from your lips, voice breaking at the crescendo of each thrust, gasping for air as though he’s somehow hitting your lungs. You feel the fabric of his pants against the backs of your thighs as he fucks you half-clothed, too desperate to feel you wrapped around his cock to even fully undress.

It’s full, it’s a lot, but it doesn’t hurt – it never does. It’s why you think this … thing, this state that takes over him, that it has some sort of transferable nature to it. You need this relief just as badly as he does.

You feel the fingers of Nanami’s right hand fist in your hair, pulling you back to keep your eyes fixed on the mirror. The left stays gripping your waist, pulling your body back against him to meet the snap of his hips.

You let out a breathless giggle which only serves to spur him on further; a tug at your hair prompts a pathetic-sounding mewl of pleasure to take its place, his hold on you as unmovable as it is possessive.

It makes no sense for you to enjoy that feeling so much, to enjoy being his when you can count on one hand the concrete facts you know about this man.

You’re not thinking straight, though, not when you’re being bounced on his cock like this, no coherent thought staying in your brain for longer than three seconds. You gush around him, wet and lewd sounds bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom.

The mirror is blurry with condensation from the mist and the once-cool air, but you can still make out the sight of Nanami holding your hair tight in his fist, the veins in his hand prominent as he speeds up his movements.

He pauses only to help you hike your knee up against the counter. Once stable, he’s back inside you again, telling you how good you’re taking him, how you’re the only person he needs for this, leaning down and pulling your hair back up so he can press a kiss to the nape of your neck.

You, on the other hand, are far less talkative. The change in angle is hitting that spot in your core that has you fluttering around him already, short little half-groans catching in your throat and dying before you can even breathe them out.

The feeling of being wanted by him, of being the one who he seeks out to help with this ache, it is something you struggle to put into words.

He’s so powerful, but you are too. It’s how he knows you’re perfect for this – he told you as much last time, when he thought you were too fucked-out to even comprehend what he was saying.

His gaze meets yours again and you marvel at how he maintains such a solid grip in your hair, never slipping even as his rhythm turns more erratic and uncontrolled.

He seems to enjoy having you in his grasp, his lower lip bitten between his teeth as he holds you, adjusting the position when he needs to. His thumb smoothes soothing circles against your skin, a pleasant contrast to the unrelenting sensation of being filled.

This is a side of him only you can see.

It's so good, teetering dangerously close to being so good that you're ruined for anyone else, unable to take anything inside you that isn't Nanami's cock.

You feel yourself burning, that familiar heat starting to coil in your lower stomach, your limbs starting to lose strength as you brace yourself for the waves to wash over.

Nanami keeps you steady, never faltering as he fucks you through it.

You gasp, clenching around him as it bursts within you, spreading like wildfire through every nerve in your body. Your body trembles beneath him and he slows mercifully. He moves slowly, careful not to overstimulate you too soon, waiting for the waves to subside before he fucks into you again, chasing his own pleasure with the closest thing to a clear mind he can hope to have in this situation.

It doesn’t take long for him to follow you over the edge, spilling over the small of your back with a gutteral moan that makes you clench around nothing, only releasing his hold on your hair and waist once the rise and fall of his chest has steadied.

Sweaty and boneless and satisfied, you wait as he cleans you off before turning to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Did it help?” you ask quietly, knowing he’ll understand.

His lips curl slightly, the divot in his brow having disappeared – the edge has been taken off momentarily. “Yes.”

His pupils are still blown out, though, and his demeanour tells you there’s more to come.

“Is this … is what’s happening outside … is it over?”

He shakes his head once, twice. “No.”

He reaches for his pocket, fishing out a silver keychain which he immediately presses into your palm.

“Go to my place. Go there and stay there, and don’t open the door for anyone but me.”

You take the key, cold against your clammy skin, and look up to him again.

“You’ll come back later?”

“I’ll come back later,” he replies immediately, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead while running a hand through his own hair. “Just wait there for a bit.”

Though still in the dark, you figure that it just might be worth the wait.

#nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento x reader #i am not immune to shibuuya arc nanami #doing backflips on it etc

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yeoja-dream · 3 months

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1+1=3

Pairing: Minsung x reader, jisung and leeknow x reader, leeknow x jisung Genre: Smut with light plot, AU, light fluff, comfort Characters: Han Jisung, LeeKnow/Lee Minho, Fem!Reader Content Warning: dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, dollification, praise, degradation, safe word use with after care Word Count: 6.5k

It had been a stressful week between work and school, and you drummed your fingers on your steering wheel in anticipation as you traveled to your boyfriend’s house for the weekend. Between your mutually busy schedules, you had to survive the week with random and scant flirty messages, cat pics, and 15-minute FaceTime calls, and it certainly was not enough.

The city traffic finally relented, and finally, you found yourself in front of the apartment of your boyfriend, Lee Minho. Punching in the door code, you let yourself in. The apartment was modest, a two-bedroom place Minho shared with 3 cats and Jisung, his roommate and partner. The main area was an open-concept kitchen and living area that was currently unoccupied, save for Soonie who had jumped up when you entered and had begun brushing against your legs.

“I’m home!” You called out, bending over to give the cat some attention. You walked further in, removing your shoes, dropping your overnight bag, and plopping on the couch. You had gotten up early to drive over and it was a relief to be here finally.

A few minutes later, Minho padded out barefoot, all messy air and bleary eyes, smiling from ear to ear.

“Y/N!” He said with as much enthusiasm as his sleepy voice could produce. He extended his arms making a grabbing motion at you to come and hug him. He always acted like a big baby when he first woke up.

“Hi baby,” You stood up, hugging him tightly, inhaling his comforting scent. “Do not tell me you are just waking up! It’s passed noon!”

He rubbed his eyes with his palms. “Late night,” He said, voice raspy.

“I can see that,” You said, looking him up and down. “You must be hungry, go sit and I’ll make something up. I bet Jisung is hungry too.”

“I can make my own food,” He began to protest.

“You hush,” You scold him, shooing him to the couch. “I know you can but let me take care of you.” He faux pouted, but he let you push him down as you walked into their shared kitchen.

For a pair of boys, their kitchen is always well stocked. You put on a playlist of your favorite tunes and get to work. Nothing special you decided, a hearty omelet with some bacon and toast should more than suffice for the two of them. As you began cooking, you found yourself taken by the beat of the music, dancing in place and singing loudly as you mixed and stirred, but still managing to keep one eye out to keep the eggs from burning.

You didn’t notice the way Minho looked at you, eyes full of amusement and adoration. You also didn’t notice when Jisung woke from his mid-day slumber. You noticed him very quickly, however, when you turned around and suddenly he was standing over your shoulder, scaring the crap out of you.

“Jesus christ, Jisung!” You smacked his arm. “You scared the crap out of me!” Somewhere on the couch, you heard Minho’s unmistakable laugh.

“I was just curious what you were cooking! You didn’t answer me when I asked!” He said, holding his hands up defensively.

“Bacon and eggs,” You said, turning him around and giving him a light push towards the couch. “Go sit with Minho you know I hate having people in the kitchen when I’m cooking.” Jisung shuffled in the direction you pointed him mumbling something in acceptance as you got back to work.

Han Jisung was the other partner of your boyfriend. The two had met and started dating long before you met Minho, since high school if Minho was to be believed. The pair lived together, worked together, and spent almost every waking moment together. When you had first visited the apartment, you laughed to yourself about the seemingly completely superfluous need for separate bedrooms for a couple that otherwise did everything together.

You had met Minho 2 years back when you were a freshman in college, he a junior. Initially, you had started off as classmates, and later, friends, bonding over your shared hatred for your dickhead organic chemistry professor and late-night study sessions. His long-term partner was no secret to you, which is what made his confession to you a year after you had met all the more unexpected. Of course, you had slowly found yourself falling for him. Outside of his sarcastic, cool, no-fun exterior was a man on the inside who was brilliantly witty, felt deeply, and had intense passion and empathy for the things and people he loved. You had also, however, resolved to keep your feelings to yourself and made peace with the fact that the two of you as a couple would never be.

It was in the music room late one night. Despite it not being related to your major, Minho had convinced you to take a music theory class so he could share the thing that he loved with you. You had asked him to meet you and help you prepare for a listening exam, but the two of you spent two hours talking and goofing off on the piano. As the night was winding down and you were getting ready to go back to your dorm, he stopped you and confessed to you. He told you about his feelings, how he found himself attracted to you, how he adored the way you snorted when you laughed really hard, how he loved your passion for your field, how caring and considerate you were, and how he had hoped you felt the same way.

To say it caught you off guard would be an understatement. Of course, the feelings were mutual, but his relationship with Jisung made things complicated. You had met Jisung, befriended him. You had been to their home, you saw how they interacted, how they seemed to be made for each other, and you wondered how you could possibly fit into that.

In the following days, you talked a lot with Minho about what being together would look like. About needs and boundaries, about communication and jealousy. You’d take it slow, you both agreed and from that day on, you had become a couple.

In the year or so that had passed since then, you had grown a lot as a couple. Of course, it helped that you had grown a close relationship with Jisung as well. He was cute, super silly but an insanely deep thinker and wise far beyond his years. On nights Minho was gone, the two of you would spend hours making silly songs and then singing them in ridiculous voices, playing board games, and talking about the bigger, scarier things in life. He had become your closest friend and confidant, and slowly, your worries about feeling like an outsider in your own relationship dissipated as you realized that love was not a finite commodity. Your worries about fracturing the close relationship between the pair relaxed too as it had become clear that being with you was not a sacrifice, and more often than not, involved doing whatever they were doing anyways but including you.

The rules your relationship had been built on in the last few months, however, had become steadily more and more shaky. Originally, you and Jisung agreed to be purely platonic friends. You were limited and respectful with each other about physical intimacy, even keeping acts like hugs quick and on rare occasions. It was then also agreed, naturally, that there would be no acts of intimacy as a group. Slowly, however, those strict boundaries seemed to loosen and a comfortable, non-sexual intimacy had blossomed between both you and Jisung, and the three of you as a group. Jisung gave amazing hugs, and cuddle piles on Minho’s bed while you all watched Netflix were simply heaven. It was from the dissolution of those boundaries that you found yourself torn. In the privacy of your own mind, you could admit that you had developed a crush on Jisung. Some nights when the three of you were cozy in bed, you found yourself needing to resist the urge to plant a kiss on Jisung’s cute, sleepy face as you would run your fingers through his hair absent-mindedly. On the other hand, your dynamic was good, great even. Minho spoiled you. He loved you in a quieter way, preferring to silently send you DoorDash from your favorite restaurant on really hard days or be an attentive ear when you needed to get something off your chest. He was the type to keep a list of things you love on his phone, places, things, experiences, anything you had exclaimed you loved he wrote down. When you first caught him doing so, you called him on it and he told you simply that he wanted you to have everything, the world if you so desired, and that he would give it to you. You loved him too, and you would love him for as long as he would let you. It felt wrong, selfish even, to ask for more. For you, Minho was more than enough.

You slid two identical plates piled high with omelet, bacon, toast, and some home fries you had found in the back of the freezer.

“Food’s done!” You said in a sing-songy voice before turning to head back to the kitchen to clean up. Before you could, however, Minho had gotten up and in a flash, positioned himself between you and the sink, his arms crossed.

“Every time you cook we do the same thing,” He scolded. “When have either of us let you clean after you cook for us?”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically. You filled a small bowl with the remaining home fries and plopped down to join the boys at the breakfast table.

Conversation was light over what was, at that time, ostensibly lunch, rather than breakfast. And, despite immense protest from you, the boys cleaned up after your cooking mess with relative efficiency.

It was a beautiful, tepid day outside, and the three of you agreed to head to the local park where you spent hours appreciating the weather, nature, and each other’s company. Before long, it was time for dinner. You all went back and forth, bickering about dinner options, and finally, just decided to order a pizza. You had a long-standing tradition, dating back to your first official date with Minho. The two of you couldn’t agree on what to have for dinner, finally settling on pizza and agreeing that no one could dislike pizza. From then on when you couldn’t agree on dinner, you’d order a pizza.

The pizza was enjoyed and eaten on the couch, yet another inane reality dating show with a bizarre twist on the TV to act as conversation fodder. After the episode's conclusion, ever the cat-fanatic, Minho turned on the Playstation and you and Jisung watched him play Stray, the two of you mostly pointing to things in the environment and commanding him to investigate, much to Minho’s playful dismay.

As the night wound down, the three of you decided to call it a night, Jisung heading to his room, you and Minho heading off to his. You had already changed into your sleepwear, an oversized t-shirt and panties, when you slipped into bed next to Minho, who was already in bed, passively scrolling on his phone. You slid your arm across his torso, pulling yourself towards him and resting your head on his shoulder. From this angle, you were able to see his phone clearly, growing bored immediately as you realize he was browsing the specifications of different audio controllers. Quickly, your mind filled with ulterior motives. After the stressful week you had, you wanted nothing more to be filled and pounded into a quivering, babbling mess by your boyfriend. The mental image alone had your stomach doing backflips.

Taking initiative, you tuned your head to the side and began kissing his neck. Minho continued his scrolling, not reacting, so you went further, licking and sucking the sensitive skin gently. That too, elicited no response. In return, you rolled over in a huff, turning your back to him, and pulling the covers up high. At your antics, Minho chuckled deep and low.

“Did you want something from me?” He asked nonchalantly.

You sighed deeply again. “Do I really need to spell it out?” You retorted.

“Ah, but what am I always telling you about using your words?” He asked. With your back still turned, you heard the singular knock of his phone as he placed it on the nightstand followed by the crinkling of the bed sheets as he rolled over towards you, spooning your body with his. Almost directly into your ear this time, he speaks again. “What is it exactly that you wanted, lovely?”

You weighed briefly weighed your feigned offense versus the growing ache in your core in your mind. You could continue to pout, but you knew damn well he wouldn’t lay a finger on you until you acquiesced to his demands.

“Your cock,” You mumbled.

“Mhm,” He said approvingly, running his hand up and down your arm. “And what is it you want me to do with my cock?”

“Fuck me,” You arched your back, hoping to grind your ass against his member. “Please,” You added.

He chucked again, placing a few light kisses on your shoulder blade. “Someone is needy,” He commented, his tone amused. Suddenly, however, he pulled away from you and you felt the bed shift as he stood. You sat up now, facing him directly as he stood now in the middle of the room.

“Truthfully,” He began, “I was going to get you warmed up before I went through with tonight’s plan but, I think it will be more fun this way.” He said, turning on a heel and walking out of the room before you could question or protest. Not but 60 seconds later he returned, a very confused Jisung in tow.

“Go sit,” The older boy said, gesturing towards the bed.

With an awkward and jerky gait, Jisung obeyed, sitting on the foot of the bed on the right side, the same side on which you were currently sat.

“I can see you both are confused, but first, Y/N, what are our safewords?” Minho asked, standing over the two of you.

“Red, yellow, green,” you reply quickly. “Red stop, yellow slow down and check-in, green good.”

“And Jisungie, what are our safewords?”

“Um, red yellow green. Same system.” He replied, looking off to the side, whether in embarrassment or discomfort, you couldn’t quite discern.

“Very good.” He purred. “I’m going to take care of you both, but to do that I need to know that you understand you can use those safe words at any time. Can you do that for me?”

Your instinct was to simply nod, but you quickly remember that Minho always asks for verbal confirmation. “Yes,” You said, your confusion continuing to grow.

“Of course,” Jisung confirmed.

“Excellent,” Minho said, wordlessly prowling around to the left side of the bed. He climbed in, sliding himself into a seated position with his back against the headboard. Remaining in your respective spots, you both orient your bodies to face him as he does so, expectantly waiting explanation of the sudden intrusion.

“I learned a secret about our Jisungie recently,” Minho cooed, looking first at the younger boy, and then at you.

“Jisung?” You asked, confused. You turned your head to look at him, and as you did so, you watched his eyes go wide with realization. He looked down, burning holes into the sheets with his eyes. Despite realizing whatever Minho was about to confess on his behalf, he didn’t stop him from continuing.

“Did you know that when I fuck you,” Minho continued, “and you make all of those lovely, desperate, needy sounds?”

“I, uh, yeah?” You replied, voice squeaky. It was your turn to go red with embarrassment as you pulled your legs in close to your chest, wrapping your arms around them comfortingly.

“Well, Jisungie has been listening to you beg and moan, stroking his cock and imaging it was his cock you were stretched out over,” Minho said, his expression wolfish.

The image comes to your mind crystal clear, Jisung splayed wide open, his hand on his cock, his head thrown back in ecstasy, the sounds of your pleasure throwing him over the edge. It sends your heart racing and your stomach somersaulting.

“The walls are thin and-” Jisung attempts to defend himself, looking at you desperately searching your face for signs of rejection. Only when he’s sure he finds none does he continue. “You’re so cute and pretty and nice, Y/N, and listening to how good Hyung was making you feel made me imagine the two of you and suddenly I uh,” He paused finding the word. “Needed to relieve myself. I’m sorry that’s probably really weird of me. I know I shouldn’t have been listening I’m sorry once I started it was hard to stop and I feel really strongly for you Y/N in maybe ways a friend shouldn’t feel and…” He rambled on.

Was he confessing to you? You asked yourself. “Jisung,” You addressed him directly, cutting off his apologetic word vomit. “Are you saying you like like me?”

“Yeah?” His voice was squeaky, unsure, not of his feelings, but of your reaction.

“I like like you, too,” You blurted, relieved. “I have for a little while,” you confessed.

“Me too!” Jisung said in complete shock.

“I do love it when my loves get along,” Minho spoke up. “But I know another secret about Jisung.”

Whatever it was it couldn’t have been as much as a bombshell as the first. Even Jisung looked at him with an eyebrow quirked.

“Jisung has never been with a woman,” He stated. “He sucks my cock beautifully and on occasion fucks me pretty thoroughly too, but I thought we could teach Jisung how to make you make all those lovely sounds you make for me, how does that sound, beautiful?”

“G-Good,” You said, your voice dry.

“Good,” Minho dawled. “Jisungie?”

“Please,” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” He purred again. “Good boys and girls who listen well get to cum, but those who can’t listen get punished, understand?”

“Yes,” The two of you responded.

“You are both so good at using your words, let's keep that up.” He stated, looking at the two of you. “Y/N, why don’t you kiss Jisung?”

Wordlessly, you unwrapped yourself and crawled to the foot of the bed where Jisung was still seated. He turned his whole body to face you, and as you brought your face in close to his, you paused just millimeters away, teasing him for just a moment before closing the distance.

Your lips gently met his, soft, plump, and full of nervous energy. It’s cute, you decided, taking the lead and kissing him again but harder. Jisung matches your energy, and despite his nerves to be kissing you , you quickly realize he is not an inexperienced kisser. As the kiss heats up in passion and intensity, he follows. You both used your tongues sparingly but tactfully, excitedly exploring and experiencing one another. Through it all you both manage to keep your hands off one another, not having been given permission to touch.

“You may touch,” Minho finally allowed after what felt like an eternity.

Jisung was sat cross-legged on the bed, and you were still on your hands and knees facing him. With Minho’s verbal permission granted, you parted briefly only to climb into his lap facing him, legs fully straddling his waist. In this position, you could press your chest against his chest, and your dampening core against the tent in his pajama pants. The increased contact made you both more heated, feverish. At first, your hands were wild running over his arms, then his chest, then his back. His body was lithe, all corded in lean musculature, you marveled at how toned he felt under your fingertips despite his thin frame. At the same time, Jisung’s hands explored your bodily readily, starting in the safe places, rubbing first your arms, then your back and sides, before coming around to cup a breast. Using his thumb, he drew lazy circles around your nipple, the sensation causing you to sigh with satisfaction. You kissed again, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and crushing your chest against his. He wrapped his arms around low around your waist, using the leverage to rhythmically rock you against his core. The contact was relatively minimal considering the two layers of clothes in between, but the sensation was already causing him to blush and pant.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Minho approved from behind you. Before things could go too much further, however, he called your name, interrupting. “Y/N, Come sit, back to me,” He instructed, patting the space on the bed in between his parted legs.

You do as you are told, your back resting against his chest in a reclined seated position.

“Arms up,” Minho again commanded. As you comply, he lifts your oversized t-shirt up and over your head, leaving you completely exposed except for your panties. Jisung stared, his eyes transfixed and hungry. He didn’t dare move. The attention makes you shy, but you know better than to cover up.

“Give me a color, sweetness,” He asked you directly.

“Green,” You breathed.

“Jisung?”

“Huh? Oh, super green.” He said, blinking hard, clearing something from his mind.

“I am also green,” Minho confirmed. “Now for this part, my love, all I need you to do is be a perfect little doll for Jisungie, remember we are teaching him how to make you feel good. You can make all the noises you’d like but you may not move, guide him, or if he does a good enough job, cum until I allow you, do you understand?”

“Yes,” You breathed.

“Yes, what?” He asked you again.

“Yes, sir .” You added.

Seemingly satisfied, he turned his attention to Jisung.

“Jisung aren’t Y/N’s tits gorgeous?” Minho asked, reaching around and taking both breasts in his hands as if presenting them to him. You sighed at the warmth of his palms.

“Yeah-” Jisung agreed, his voice hoarse.

“The thing is, her nipples are pretty sensitive,” He began, shifting his hand placement slightly to trap your nipples between his thumb and forefingers, applying minimal pressure. “So the first way to make her make those noises you love is like this,” He punctuated his sentence by increasing the pressure of his fingers, rolling the sensitive skin in between. The sensation catches you off guard and you squeak in surprise, but ultimately relax and moan quietly at the feeling.

“Come play with her tits,” Minho invited, dropping both breasts. You watch Jisung almost fall over himself scrambling to make his way over to you. He kissed you first, briefly, however as he moved on to peppering shorter kisses down your jaw and neck, all the way down to your chest. He took one breast in his hand, repeating the light rolling motion the older man had shown him, but with the other breast, he enveloped the nipple with his mouth, licking and sucking with eagerness. After a few minutes, he switched, showing the opposite side the same attention. You groaned at the feeling, letting your head relax back against Minho’s chest.

“Good boy,” Minho praised. “But look,”

The command made Jisung drop his hands and pull away, waiting to hear what exactly he was meant to be looking at.

“Her panties are soaked, do you know what that means?”

“I’m doing a good job?” Jisung replied tentatively.

“Precisely,” Minho cooed. “Hips up,” He addressed you now. You do so without hesitation. “Take her panties off,” He spoke again to Jisung.

Jisung pulled back a bit, giving himself a bit more room to hook his thumbs around the fabric and pull it down and off, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Minho then grabbed both of your legs one by one, lifting them up and out, placing them on the outside of his legs. From this position, even if you wanted to close your legs, you would be entirely blocked from doing so by Minho’s legs. In this position, you were pinned wide open for Jisung to see and appreciate, and appreciate Jisung indeed did. He stared at your dripping core like a man starved, and it was making you dizzy with desire.

Minho reached down, using one hand to part your folds and the other to find the bundle of nerves. He does so quickly and easily, drawing painfully slow circles around the area. You want to protest, to beg for more, but you know better.

“Got you are fucking soaked,” Minho groaned into your ear before addressing Jisung again. “This is the clit, if you want to make Y/N cum, this spot is really important.” He withdrew his finger and moved it lower, dipping it into your core. “Down here is her pussy. When you finger her, curve your fingers like this,” He demonstrated, lazily pumping a single curved finger in and out of your entrance. Your nerves are on fire , and even with one, unenthusiastic finger, you find yourself clenching around his finger and groaning, mentally screaming for more. Minho laughs darkly at you, “Ah, you just wait you haven’t earned it yet.” He looked up at Jisung, “The G-spot is what you’re aiming for, it's the spot on top that feels a little different than the rest.” With that, he withdrew both of his hands. “Jisungie, you suck my cock so well, why don’t you try eating Y/N out? You’ll know you’re doing it right by her reaction. Once you find it though, don’t stop.”

A new wave of nerves clearly hits Jisung as he is now completely out of his element. Making out and sucking nipples was easy, everyone had them. Slowly he lowered himself, positioning himself comfortably between your legs. He parted your folds gingerly, and after taking a calming breath, stuck his tongue out exploratively. He took to your clit quickly, but his movements were decidedly slow. He took his time mapping and exploring, memorizing the points that made you gasp and jerk. Once he had found the best spot, he built up a shocking and punishing pace with his tongue, one that had your back arching against Minho’s chest.

“Ah, fuCK-” You gasped, your hands white-knuckled in the sheets.

“Give her two fingers,” Minho instructed. Without breaking tempo, Jisung slid two fingers in, rocking them into you at a slow, deliberate, tempo, dragging his fingertips against the nerves of your g-spot, making you clench tight around them. The juxtaposition between his fingers and his mouth was divine, putting your full focus on pushing down the growing tightness in your core. You make the mistake, however, of looking down, the sinful sight of Jisung’s pretty face buried between your thighs and the wet, squelching sounds of your pussy greedily milking his fingers combined suddenly bring you much closer to the edge than you expected, in serious danger of careening off the edge without permission.

“I- ah- cum! Please!” Was all you managed to get out.

“Ah but princess, I wanted you to cum all over Jisung’s pretty cock, don’t tell me you’re gonna cum now.”

“I can- fUCK, I can go twice,” You offer up, anything to negotiate your release.

“Hmm,” He paused, thinking to himself.

Think faster! You thought to yourself.

“It’s a special day and I’m feeling generous, you can go ahead and cum baby but you still have to show Jisungie how pretty you are when you’re making a mess all over his cock.” He drawled, brushing a stray hair from your face and planting a kiss on your temple.

With permission granted, and no more than 3 more pumps of Jisung’s fingers, you are coming, eyes closed head back, arched back, shaking and cussing through the shock waves. Jisung removes his fingers and backs off of you, and you allow yourself to fall back onto Minho, eyes closed, chest heaving as you recover. There are several seconds of silence followed by the sound of something wet, and when you open your eyes, you look up and instantly, you feel your core reignite at the sight.

They were kissing , sloppily and messily, the shine of your slick still wet on Jisung’s lips. Minho, with his only free hand, palmed the boy’s erection through his pants while he whimpered, his arms dangling at his sides. The sight was beautiful and dirty and made your toes curl with desire.

Minho gave Jisung a light push, pulling away from the younger boy. “I should punish you for moving without permission, but you still have another job to do, so I will let it slide. Clothes off,” He commanded.

Jisung wordlessly obeyed, and while doing so, Minho sat you forward slightly, giving him room to peel off his own shirt and adjust your positioning.

“He’s going fuck you really good baby, but this angle doesn’t quite work. Just lay here and enjoy I’m going to be right beside you appreciating the view.” He said, picking up your hand and placing a kiss on the knuckle. You do as he says, and after a minute, Jisung returns, giving you the chance to drink in his naked form.

He wasn’t the tallest man, but damn was he nice and proportional. His cock was thick and flushed a lovely shade of pink at the tip, which was already glistening with precum.

“Now Y/N does give fantastic head, however, today is about you learning so it’s time to fuck her. A gentleman always lets his lady cum first, so pace yourself. You may only cum after she does, understood?” Minho asked Jisung.

“Y-Yes,” Jisung said, climbing back on the bed, initially kneeling in front of your feet. He nudged your legs open tentatively, and you complied. He came in closer then, kissing you again. Instinctively, you wrapped both arms around him. This kiss lacked the heat it did before, but this time contained a new, distinct feeling of intense care and passion. It was gentle, loving, sweet, even, and it caused your chest to ache. He was losing his virginity all over again, you realized, and it made you hold him a little closer. He continued to kiss you as you felt his cock probe your folds before sliding it home at last. Instinctively, he threw his head back and groaned, inch by delicious inch, the stretch of your cunt around his cock tip to hilt had you both gasping.

You wondered for a moment what his plan was, it was obvious to anyone in the room that he was near the edge, and how he planned to make you cum before him and escape punishment piqued your curiosity. You didn’t have to wonder for long.

He pulled up and away from you a bit, cock still buried deep inside you. He pulled up one of your legs up high, resting it on one of his shoulders. His hands found purchase on the wall and bed frame. This new position was significantly less intimate than the one before but allowed for a much better range of motion. He withdrew from you almost entirely and then snapped forward, the force of which had both your head hitting the headboard and an audible slapping sound as your pelvises collided. He pulled out again, and with the same force slammed into you. His pace was slow but incredibly consistent but hard . Sensitive from coming already, you found yourself gripping the sheets, the coil in your core winding up once again. Jisung was remarkably quiet save for his heavy breathing, his face was serious and his eyebrows were furrowed with concentration. Jisung took his hand off the headboard and snaked it in between your legs, rubbing and circling your clit in the same way Minho had shown him previously. The added sensation had you writhing under him, another orgasm quickly building. Jisung sucked in air through his teeth and groaned as your walls milked his cock, but again and again, he slammed into you. You were getting close, everyone could tell.

“Cum, baby,” Minho told you again peppering your face with sweet kisses.

“Please,” Jisung begged, his release painfully close for him.

You were so close, babbling and begging to no one in particular, and yet you still couldn’t quite crest over that edge. Jisung growled suddenly in frustration, taking his spare hand from the wall and wrapping it around your throat.

“You’re such a dumb cock slut that you can’t do what you’re fucking told? When you are told to cum, you fucking cum.” Jisung said through gritted teeth, staring daggers through you. He applied no pressure with his hand on your throat, but the sudden shift to dom Jisung sends you careering violently over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you in waves, made even more intense by the rapid pounding and merciless pounding Jisung was now doing, chasing his own release which too found him momentarily, his head throwing back in ecstasy and filling you thoroughly.

Jisung pulled out of you, but in a blur, Minho was on top of you, fucking you hard and fast. Oversensitive from having just orgasmed, it was far, far too much, tears beginning to pickle in your eyes.

“Tuh… tuh much…” You babble, rather incoherently.

Minho continued fucking into you at breakneck speed, but his words were all encouragement, how beautiful you looked, how amazing you did, how good you felt, how close he was, and how good you were making him feel. Regardless, the overstimulation was turning rapidly into pain and you needed a break.

“Y-Yellow,” You breathed.

Immediately Minho slowed to a stop, pulling his cock out of you and watching your face carefully.

“Do we need to stop? You did beautifully, you don’t have to push yourself anymore.” He caressed your face with the back of his hand and brushed away sweat-drenched hair. As overstimulated as you felt with him fucking you, the sensation of his cock pulling out sends you over and a couple of tears actually spill over.

“No no this will not do,” Minho says wiping away your tears, getting off of you. “Today isn’t a day for tears, come on, let’s draw up a bubble bath and I’ll rub your back with the lavender essential oil.” He starts to get up.

“No!” you almost shout, grabbing his wrist.

Jisung, having finally recovered, was a frequent bottom and recognized the exact thing you were currently feeling. He sits back in bed, sitting next to you. He picks up your hand and brings it to his lips.

“You wanna be good for Minho, huh, kitten?”

“Yeah,” You said, nodding enthusiastically.

“You wanna cum for him and make him feel really good, right? Make a mess all over his cock like you did all over mine?”

“Wanna cum,” you agreed.

“You have to tell him that, kitten,” Jisung said kissing your face softly.

“I wanna cum, please. I wanna be good. I wanna make you feel good, too.” You begged Minho. He kissed you softly.

“You’ve been so good, princess. I’m going to take really good care of you, okay? Lift your hips, please.” As you did so, he slid a pillow underneath, changing the angle so that when he slides back into you, he hit your g spot every single time . The break short was precisely what you needed, and as Minho fucks you again, the oversensitive feeling has already dissipated and the relentless assault on your g-spot brings you rapidly close to yet another orgasm.

Jisung is at your side now, and as Minho is all sweet nothings and praise, Jisung’s mouth is fucking filthy . “I just filled you up with cum and you still can get enough, huh? One cock isn’t enough, you have to have two, how greedy.” He remarks, his tone patronizing but undercut by the delicate way he holds and kisses you.

It isn’t long after your third and final orgasm hits you like a semi. Feeling your walls relax and contract around him sends Minho off of his precipice too as he unloads into you.

Minho rolls off of you and collapses on the bed, silence cut by your heavy breathing settling in as you all recuperate.

“That… was amazing,” Minho said between breaths.

“You can say that again.” Jisung agreed. “I’m not a virgin anymore!”

“You weren’t a virgin before,” Minho pointed out.

“Well I’m not a virgin again ,” Jisung said with a pout. “I lost it twice.”

Minho laughed at him. “Y/N was the star of the show.” He said, rubbing your leg and looking at you fondly. “And tell Jisung he can’t be a double non-virgin.”

“I can’t disagree,” Jisung said, kissing you. “Wait yes I can, to the second thing you said though. Tell him I can so be a double non-virgin!”

You were thoroughly exhausted and still sub-spacy, but you still managed to laugh at the boyish antics of the man in front of you. “Jisung can be whatever he wants to be,” You fake-scolded Minho. “What happened to Dom Jisung?” You asked with a small laugh.

“Yes!” Jisung celebrated. “Oh, he came and went,” He said with a wink.

Both you and Minho groaned at that one.

“In seriousness, I’m sorry that just kind of came out of me, I didn’t expect it myself to be honest! I wish we had talked about it before and I didn’t spring it on you.”

“You’re probably right that we should have talked about it, but it is alright. Obviously, I ended up responding to it.” You replied with a laugh. “Thanks for not choking me without talking about it first.”

“Psh,” he blew you off. “What do I look like, some 50 shades of grey Daddy Dom? Even my sudden subconscious dom side knew that!”

You giggled at him, finally finding the strength to sit up a little bit. Your abs ached, and you were pretty sure your legs had turned to jello.

“Hey Y/N?” Jisung asked suddenly, his tone much more serious.

“Yeah, what's up?”

“If I can be whatever I want, is there I chance I can be your boyfriend?”

The vulnerability in his tone breaks your fucking heart. “Of course baby, but it’s not just my decision. We’d have to ask Minho too.” You looked at him expectantly.

“Who me? The two people I love the most also love each other, sound pretty cool to me.” Minho said with a shrug.

“Then it’s settled, boyfriend .” You said with a wink.

He tackled you in a hug kissing all over your face. “I’m so happy!”

You pat him affectionately but push him gently off. “Careful there I’m covered in enough cum as it is you’re getting more on me!” You whined.

“Oh right, sorry!” He acquiesced.

A couple beats of silence passed before you spoke up again.

“So someone said something about a bubble bath?”

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chosos-mascara · 8 months

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𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

800 words, sukuna and reader are fwb, reader tells their true feelings. yuuji is sukuna's little brother. totally self indulgent. no smut, only fluff, though cause of the nature of their relationship, i'm saying mdni

Friends with benefits had been a wordless agreement between yourself and Sukuna. He hadn't cared for a relationship, and you hadn't wanted to commit to anything - so after a few hookups, your situation had become more of a practiced exchange.

This would often consist of a text on a weekend when his brother would be out of the house, or you'd request his presence after a particularly grueling day at work. It would always be a simple exchange, a ding of phone with the phrase 'you busy?', requiring only a 'yours or mine?' in response. The first few months this had gone smoothly, with the frequency picking up a little in subsequent season, and slowing again in summer, when Yuuji would be home from school.

You'd missed his availability, though appreciated the 'no ties' end of the agreement you'd set. This was Sukuna, and you were sure not too fall too hard for him, even if you'd started dosing off beside him, or using his shower just to come home and smell like his shampoo - but you weren't in love with him.

He'd never asked you over before he'd been home himself, though after he'd found himself close to quitting his job, followed by being stuck in traffic, he'd sent his text without anticipating that you might be arriving first. You'd knocked over his apartment door, ready to be pulled in and pushed up against a wall, though when meeting a slightly shorter version of himself, a lack of tattoos etched over skin, you were left with wide eyes like a deer in headlights.

"Uh," You stammered, anxiously shuffling on the spot. "Is Sukuna home?"

The boy looks to be about sixteen, and with his eerily similar appearance to the man you'd spent countless nights beneath, you'd assumed him to be Yuuji. He shook his head, though opened the door wider. "Wanna wait for him?"

Taking a moment to think, you considered whether intruding on Sukuna's family life would be appropriate for the loose friendship you'd had. Though, the part of you that had wished to grow much closer to him had been stronger than your logic, and you'd instead taken a step inside his apartment, trailing behind his little brother to join him in the lounge.

Yuuji had thrown himself onto the couch, a guitar hero controller propped up beside him. "Wanna play?" He'd offered the plastic to you, and you'd taken it with reluctance. "I used to play this in college." Your voice was timid, your stature awkward, though you'd scrolled through the songs and picked one you'd known best. Yuuji had side-eyed you when you'd selected 'expert', though said nothing.

At first, you were a little rusty, though with time, you were hitting notes well and holding a streak. He'd applauded you on a solo, and watched intently at the remainder of the song. You hadn't noticed through your own passion that Sukuna had come home, and had stood behind you with an arm over the other.

"What're you doing?"

His voice startled both you and his brother, a sheepish look on Yuuji's face as Sukuna's attention had diverted to him, brown eyes narrowed. "You shouldn't let strangers into the house." The terminology he'd used had hurt you, though you'd said nothing through fear. Would this cause a rift between you?

"Choso said you were seeing someone-" "Choso doesn't know shit." Quick to shut him down, Sukuna looks back to you, the controller now on the floor as you stood. He hadn't needed to direct you, simply turning to walk toward his own room as you'd followed like a lost puppy, anxiously awaiting your lecture.

"If Yuuji's home, you can't come here." Sukuna had spoken once the door behind him had been closed, bringing a finger to forehead. He'd still been wearing his office clothes, the white button-up rolled to forearm.

"I'm sorry." Your voice had wavered, heart sinking within chest as you'd looked toward his floor. "I just thought-" You cut yourself off, shaking head. "I just thought we'd been seeing each other a while-" "We're not seeing each other. We're just fucking." "Right." If you'd lifted your gaze, you would've exposed the pooling tears in your eyes, so you'd remained still.

"I just-" Mentally scolding yourself, despite your brain screaming at you to stop, you could only follow your heart. "I would like to see you."

You hold your breath as you await his response, a shaky exhale once a few moments had passed. You finally remove your eyes from the rug, looking to watch his expression. You'd pictured anger or disgust, though you were met with a soft gaze, his chest rising, and then falling.

"Okay." He'd spoken the word slowly as if to convince himself, and your chest tightened. "I'll take you out this weekend. But, I don't want you talking to Yuuji yet-" He'd paused when you'd thrown your arms out widely, wrapping them over his torso. It had been too broad for your hands to meet behind his back, though you'd held onto him tightly nonetheless.

#this was silly but idk i liked it #guitar hero for the win... reader is amazing at it ok #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna drabble #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna jjk #sukuna jjk x reader #sukuna self insert #jjk x reader #sukuna scenarios #jjk imagine #sukuna imagine #jjk sukuna x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff #sukuna x you

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fangsandfracturedhearts · 5 months

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Fangs and Fractured Hearts

Chapter 2: Reunion

Summary: You helped Astarion complete the Rite of Profane Ascension and become the Vampire Ascendant. You agreed to become his spawn soon after. Once the Netherbrain was defeated, Astarion claimed the Szarr Palace, renaming it the Crimson Palace, for himself and set about his plans of domination.

Word Count: 3.6k

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x female!Tav Spawn

Warnings: Possible spoilers. Eventual Explicit Content. Slow Burn. Thoughts of Suicide. Violence. Blood. Injury. Mature Content.

Instinctively, you descend swiftly into a crouch, your eyes sweeping the shadowed tree line. You can smell them stalking nearby, shrouded by that murky gloom, but your sharpened eyesight can only make out the dark silhouettes of the trees. You scan your surroundings in a practiced manner of calculated calm, taking mental notes of possible hiding places and escape routes.

The toe of your boot grinds slightly back and forth into the ground as you determine your footing. The recent rains and high foot traffic around these small alleyways have left the ground slick with a viscous mud that would make trying to outrun your assailants perilous.

The pungent sickly-sweet scent of powdered iron vine intensifies in measured increments as the Gur hunters advance on your position. The powerful scent makes your eyes water, and you blink rapidly, trying to clear your hazy vision. Your heart drops into your stomach as that familiar rhythmic beating of hearts starts to come into earshot. Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you listen closely, trying to discern how many hunters are trailing you.

One, two, three, four, five, six… Fuck, there are too many.

Kneeling behind an abandoned overturned wagon, your mind haphazardly flicks through various strategies. Avoiding a head-on assault would surely be the most sensible option. The Gur are highly trained monster hunters, making them a deadly quarry already, but these Gur would likely be fuelled by a rabid desire for vengeance after what occurred in the temple concealed beneath the Szarr Palace after the ritual had been completed.

They are inching closer to you in a practiced, systematic advancement. The increasing resonance of their hearts thundering in their chest gives you an estimate of their looming proximity. Moving slowly, keeping as low to the ground as you can muster, you creep away from your current hiding place, eyeing an angled corner that could provide you with some cover and, if you’re lucky, an escape route. Your boots sink into the gelatinous, muddy earth beneath you, eliciting a dull, squelching sound with every tentative step.

What had Astarion said - roll your foot down starting from the heel 1 joint at a time? How many joints are in a foot?

You scoff inwardly at the memory - Astarion had attempted to teach you his craft but had deemed you hopeless when you couldn’t even manage to improve your footwork after several lessons. In truth, you hadn’t put as much effort into learning as you should have because you found how flustered he would get at your ineptitude both amusing and utterly adorable.

Perhaps I should have taken my lessons more seriously.

Rounding the corner, you see the darkened outline of a hunter already standing at the fork in the path ahead of you. More of them rise from the long golden grass bordering the walkway. You can vaguely hear the slow, muffled footsteps approaching you from behind. It came as no surprise that they would’ve anticipated your movements. Corralling you in this cramped alley had been a well-planned trap, and you walked right into it. The pack of hunters strategically block any potential escape routes with ease as they encircle you, blades drawn and ready.

Fuck.

Your eyes dart frantically, examining your assailants one by one. A roaring tempest of loathing and disgust saturates their crazed eyes. You can virtually taste their acrid hate permeating the air. These people saw you as nothing more than an abhorrent monster to be put down. Their hearts hammer wildly in their chest, battering against their ribs in a morbidly musical cadence.

Settling into a defensive stance, you reach out to the weave, letting the well-known, comforting presence spread through every fibre of your being until you’re overflowing with it. The palm of your hand warms slightly as you prepare to cast. Spells hurtle through your memory as you struggle to settle on an appropriate one.

“Impero tibi.”

You cast sleep on one of the Gur stalking in the tall yellowing grass, successfully incapacitating them, giving yourself an opening. The hunters attack in response, hurtling themselves towards you.

Speaking the invocation for Misty Step, you dematerialize into a silvery fog just as a hunter thrusts the biting sharp edge of his sword towards you. Reappearing on the roof of a nearby home, you take some of the hunters by surprise. Casting recklessly, you manage to incapacitate several of them before they can recover. You take care not to kill even though it imposes risky limits on your ability to defend yourself. These people are just more innocent victims of Cazador and your misguided attempt to help Astarion reclaim the safety and happiness that was stolen from him centuries ago. You have damned an unfathomable number of souls to an eternity of suffering, including the Gur’s children, and you’re not keen to add additional blood to the sanguine sea you are already floundering in.

No more unnecessary bloodshed.

A hunter leaps onto the roof and swings his blade with a howling scream tearing from his throat. Throwing your body to the side, you manage to avoid most of the blow, but the cool, steel tip cuts into your snowy skin, slicing a shallow gash diagonally across your chest. The tangy metallic smell of blood infuses the air. It would be a pleasant aroma if it were not the scent of your blood saturating the breeze. Snarling with your fangs bared, you leap to the roof of the neighbouring small shack, hoping to get a little distance from your pursuer and the remaining hunters.

As soon as your boots thud on the wood shingles of the roof, you know you’re in trouble. The shingles are rotten and loose from years of exposure to the elements and neglect. They slide under your feet, throwing you off-kilter to your knees. You claw at the rotting wood, fingers trying to find purchase to stop your descent, but there is nothing to hold onto. You’re hurtled off the side of the roof to the slick, boggy ground in a heap.

The hunters drag you to your feet aggressively, thrusting your back up against the wood wall of that long-abandoned shack. The deteriorating timber whines under the pressure. The razor-sharp contoured steel of a dagger’s edge presses against your neck firmly. A scroll flashes and dissolves in the dim light cast by the low-hanging crescent moon, and a profound sense of fear mauls you savagely. Bolstering your resolve, you try to cling onto the weave, but it retreats and dissipates, rendering you unable to cast. The putrid tang of powdered iron vine and sweat makes your eyes sting, and your stomach twists in a violent upheaval.

Did they bathe in the stuff? Good Gods.

“Where is your master?”

My what? Oh…

“I don’t know.” They will never believe you, but what did it matter? They will kill you regardless.

Would I tell them even if I did know?

“Where is he hiding spawn!?” the hunter shouts furiously, spittle flying from his lips.

Spawn. This is what the “hero” of Baldur’s Gate has been reduced to.

Struggling, you try to shove them away, but their grip on you only intensifies. You recognize the faint hint of a Giant’s Strength potion lingering on their tepid breath. Attempting to escape their vice-like grip would be a useless endeavour. They’d known what they were hunting and came well-prepared. You shouldn't have expected any less.

Baring your fangs in frustration, you shout, “Did I stutter? I said I don’t fucking know!”

How long had the Gur been tracking you in the hope you’d lead them back to him, and why couldn’t they locate him without you? The last weeks you had spent with him, he’d scarcely been trying to conceal his identity, and a man like that hardly blends into a crowd. He turned heads everywhere he went. His very presence intrinsically commands attention.

Maybe he left Baldur’s Gate?

The mere thought makes your soul croon a forlorn, melancholic melody.

“Kill her. She either can’t or won’t give him up. She’s useless to us.”

The hunter nods their agreement with a ghoulish smile and unholsters the stake at their hip. An odd sense of relief floods through you at the prospect of your own demise; no more fear, no more pain, no more hunger. It sounds… peaceful. Your eyelashes flutter as you close your eyes in acquiescence, and ready yourself for the final blow.

You faintly hear the soft whispering hiss of a blade being drawn. One of the Gur holding you lets out a loud yelp, and their fingernails claw painfully at your skin as their hand is ripped from your arm.

“What was that?” the hunter shouts with ragged, trembling breath at their compatriot.

“I don’t know! I didn’t see any-” their voice halts abruptly, trailing off too little more than a hushed murmur vanishing into the gloomy twilight.

You squirm, trying to shake yourself free, tugging desperately at the arm squeezing you against the wall. Panicked, the remaining hunter plunges the stake towards you hastily. Their eyes bulge from their sockets and dart in all directions frenzied. As the stake draws nearer, your eyes reflexively squeeze shut.

A fitting end to my sad story, if nothing else.

A delicate gust of air hits your face, and your body is jerked forward as the force driving you into the wall is ripped away. You stagger slightly, and your arms swing out as you strive to regain your balance.

What in the Hells?

Your eyes snap open with surprise. Silvery rays of moonlight bounce handsomely off his alabaster skin, highlighting the chiselled planes of his face. A gentle breeze stirs and carries an all-too-familiar fragrance. Astarion heaves the hunter off their feet, suspending them in the air by their neck. They kick and flail desperately, trying to wriggle free from his grip. Guttural, rasping gurgles escape the hunter’s throat as their life is slowly squeezed out of them.

"Please, don't!"

Heart-stopping, deep crimson eyes flash in the chalky luminescence meeting yours. Gods, he’s even more beautiful than you remember. He sneers at you momentarily before closing his eyes and cocking his head sideways, grimacing as if what he’s about to do pains him physically. In a fluid, seemingly effortless motion, Astarion hurls the Gur into the wall with a resounding thud. The hunter falls in a motionless heap, unconscious but alive.

You can finally breathe a sigh of relief, but it’s short-lived. Blinding, searing pain radiates from your abdomen, causing muddled black orbs to flicker and dance in your vision. Looking down, the stake juts ominously out of your side. The hunter didn’t hit their target, but they hadn't missed entirely either. Your chest tightens as a rising panic grips you. Without thinking, you pull the stake free in a swift motion. It departs from your body with a sickening squelch, leaving a gaping wound in your side. Sticky blood starts to form a pool around your feet. The stake tumbles to the ground, falling out of your trembling grip.

Pressing your hand to your side, you glance up and meet Astarion’s gaze as your vision starts to tunnel.

“… Astarion?”

A nauseating dizziness seizes you, and your knees weaken. The last things you perceive are arms wrapping around you and your name ringing sweetly from his lips before you black out.

Awareness fades in and out as you start to regain consciousness. Your eyelashes flutter, and you strain to pry your eyes open. They feel heavy and part open sluggishly. Your surroundings are just an obscure blur as your eyesight twists and undulates in rhythm with the pounding in your head.

Where am I? What in the Nine Hells happened?

Focus… I need to focus.

A nauseating drumming rasp thrums between your ears making efforts to concentrate painstakingly difficult. Vague snippets of memories start to form and clasp together piece by piece as you try to recall the last things you can remember.

Shadowheart.

The forest.

Hunger, all consuming, insatiable hunger.

The sickly-sweet scent of powdered iron vine.

The Gur.

Dismay floods through you, and you leap out of a large four-poster bed. Agony radiates from your side and seers unforgivingly, igniting every nerve. Your legs fail and give way, knees colliding with the chilled floor. Trembling, you grit your teeth to stop yourself from crying out. As the harsh stabbing pain subsides, your sight begins to clear, and the chamber comes into focus bit by bit.

No... No, it can’t be...

A handful of variously sized candles illuminate the darkened space. The prodigious room is elaborately decorated in luxurious adornments but is otherwise empty except for you. Despite the additional ostentatious furnishings, you would recognize this place anywhere.

The Crimson Palace.

Pushing yourself up off the floor requires more effort than you would like to admit and leaves you feeling lightheaded. Chilly air caresses your skin, and you realize you’re in your undergarments with bandages wrapped snuggly around your chest and side. A hot flush of embarrassment explodes in your gut, rising upward like a rogue wave. If your skin could redden, you have no doubt you’d be as red as Karlach. Scanning the room, you see a clean robe has been neatly laid out, and you slip it on, thankful for the coverage. The floorboards creak beneath your feet as you pathetically try to sneak toward the closed door.

I really should have been a better student.

The door hinges whimper as you carefully ease the bedroom door open. Peeking out from the small crack, you’re grateful to find the adjoining hallway is devoid of any sentient life. You tiptoe forward as softly as you can muster, but the ever-present faintness caresses the edges of your consciousness, making your gait unsteady. Tottering on your feet, the faded wooden floor whines mockingly at you.

Voices slowly come into earshot as you approach the end of the hallway. They start as a distorted mutter but become distinct as you inch further toward them. Instinct howls at you to run, but you would recognize that voice anywhere.

Shadowheart.

“She’s coming with me!” Shadowheart bristles. Her voice rings with a tangible agitation.

Astarion’s voice is a velvety dulcet in comparison, “Don't be foolish. She’s not safe with you, nor you with her.”

Shadowheart crosses her arms and shakes her head sneering in disbelief, “Are you seriously asking me to just… just leave her here with the likes of you?! Did the ritual rob you of your intelligence as well as your soul, Astarion?”

“Come now,” his words are soft, wrapped up in that beguiling tone you know so well, “don’t play stupid, my dear. It doesn’t suit you. The Gur will stop at nothing to capture and kill her. She’s not safe with you any longer. Surely, you want what’s best for her, don’t you? I can keep her safe."

Shadowheart snorts exasperatedly, “That’s rich, coming from you.”

His poise falters, and he slams his fist onto a large desk with an echoing bang, “She had a choice!” he snaps back defensively.

“Tell yourself whatever lies you wish, Astarion. It doesn’t change the facts.”

“Do shine your divine illumination on these “facts” for me.”

Her eyebrow cocks up contentiously, “Now who’s playing stupid?”

"She stays!” he growls deeply.

Shadowheart's hands move to her hips, and she widens her stance in a bold show of defiance, “Over my dead body.”

“Well…” his fingers come up to his chin thoughtfully, “That can certainly be arranged.” a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

They’re so engrossed in their squabbling that they don’t notice you standing in the study’s wide archway observing them.

It’s hard to believe we were all friends once.

“Will you two give it a rest? Good Gods!”

Startled, their heads snap towards you in unison. Shadowheart’s eyes flood with relief at the sight of you. She hurries over and wraps her arms around you in a gentle hug. Your thoughts swirl with the temptation to bite her. Your body goes uncomfortably rigid, and you clench your fists, digging your nails deep into your palms as you fight your appalling desire to sink your fangs into her neck.

I won’t do it. I won’t!

Shadowheart quickly notices your discomfort and releases you, slowly backing away with her hands held up, “I’m sorry. I forget myself.”

You give her a tight smile, “It’s okay.”

“You’re bleeding all over my new rug,” Astarion interjects bluntly and a bit aloof, pursing his lips, “again.”

“What?”

His eyes fall to your midsection. Following his gaze, you see a wet maroon stain blossoming on the front of your robe. Blood drips onto the rug from the hem swaying loosely around your ankles. Your wound must have reopened when you jumped out of bed in your panic.

Shadowheart rummages through her bag and tosses you a healing potion, “Your wounds were too dire for me to heal completely, I’m afraid.”

Drinking the potion makes you cringe as you swallow the syrupy liquid. Healing potions, really just potions in general, had never been particularly appealing, but since being turned into a spawn, everything took on the flavour and texture of ash. Except for blood, of course.

“How did you find me?”

She casts a glance back at Astarion who is standing there casually, arms crossed, looking beyond bored. Your bewilderment must be apparent.

“Oh, don’t look so surprised, darling. I am more than capable of seeking out assistance when I choose. I am many things, but a healer is not one of them.”

Shadowheart shakes her head and rolls her eyes, “I was as surprised as you are when he showed up. I very nearly plunged a stake through his ribs right then and there.”

“You would have died in the attempt,” he says nonchalantly with a dark, malicious smile.

Blazing with the red-hot fury of the Hells, she veritably flays him with her eyes. He snickers his delight fiendishly, a wry smile widening across his face. He always did thorough enjoy the way he could get under her skin.

Despite her customary zealous demeanour, you can see the exhaustion in Shadowheart’s face; dark, puffy bags forming under her eyes. It’s readily apparent she’s been up all night tending to you, and knowing them, arguing with him.

“You look exhausted, Shadowheart. You should go home and rest.”

Her brows draw down in a slight furrow, and her jaw clenches as she glances between you and Astarion apprehensively. It’s obvious she’s scared to leave you alone with him.

I’m scared too.

Trying to conceal the fear, you plaster on the most soothing smile you can muster, "I'll be right behind you.”

If he allows me to leave…

She sighs, “Fine, but I expect to see you later, and if I don’t...” she trails off, turning to Astarion, “I’ll kill you, Astarion, even if it’s the last thing I do.”

He smirks, entertained by her threats and bows shallowly, “It was lovely seeing you again, flower.”

With a final exasperated grumble, Shadowheart stalks down the hall and disappears, leaving you alone with Astarion, who is eyeing you with a hawkish intensity. You shuffle your feet uncomfortably under his probing glare.

He is truly a sight to behold. Yellow candlelight flits and flickers in the deep scarlet hue of his irises. He holds himself with an elegant confidence that commands attention. It’s no wonder so many unfortunate souls met their grim fate after making the mistake of falling for him, enthralled by his masterfully executed masquerade.

Just as I did.

Even now, although your fear runs like drifting ice through your veins, you find his presence oddly comforting. You desire nothing more than to run to him and be wrapped up in his strong arms to spend eternity safe in his cool embrace. How many nights alone did you spend silently crying missing him?

This isn’t my Astarion – not anymore.

A mournful sign escapes your lips as you swallow the lump in your throat and blink away the tears welling up in your eyes. “Positively elated to see me, I see.” Astarion purrs deeply as he takes a step closer to you.

You take a step back, wanting to preserve the distance between you and him. It’s an odd feeling, wanting to run from him and to him simultaneously. Astarion raises his hands in a gesture feigning innocence, ceasing his advance. A pained expression is momentarily adorned on his face, but it’s so fleeting you wonder if it was ever even there or if you had just imagined it.

“Why?” your voice comes out in a barely audible, timid whisper.

His brows knit together in confusion, “You’re going to have to be more specific. Why what?”

“Why save me?”

Astarion leans forward slightly, "Would you have preferred the alternative, darling? Should I have just let those vile Gur put you down?”

“Yes,” you say bleakly.

There had been a serene kind of peace, knowing the end of this ordeal was coming. It would have been a merciful reprieve from this nightmare you were trapped in. His eyes widen in surprise, a wave of shock sweeps over his features, disquieted by your brutal honesty. Astarion straightens, and he stands there staring at you apprehensively as if unsure how to respond. An array of almost imperceptible emotions flit across his face in rapid succession, but there’s no way to discern what they are with any degree of accuracy. He shakes his head bringing himself out of his thoughts. His eyes narrow, and that cold stone mask he wears slips securely back into place.

“You die when I let you.”

Master List of Chapters: Fangs and Fractured Hearts

If you're interested I write another fic with Spawn Astarion x Tav called - Shadows of the Past

AO3 [Crossposted]

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evermourning · 7 months

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𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - bang chan

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: fluff, comfort, slice of life, based off "must be love" by laufey

wc: 0.8k

warnings: neck kisses (non-sexual), use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), language

now that you had someone you could call your own, it was like time stopped.

you were used to not much going your way, like the world had it out for you. it was some sort of sick fucking joke, like a dark raincloud hanging over your fate and covering up all that was good. you learned to code with it. that was how you lived.

until chan came along, of course.

he was the warm ray of sunshine you needed to push the melancholia inside you away. immediately, you could tell something was different. this guy was just full of so much love, it seemed surreal. intangible.

now, months into a relationship with the supposed man of your dreams, you missed him miserably. he sat absorbed in his work, the studio forming a impenetrable fortress that took away any means of self or time...and you sat in traffic.

whenever you were with him, the bad things faded out of view, and when you weren't near his remedial presence, they quickly made themselves known once again.

however, your boyfriend had taught you to appreciate the little things in life. you were composed, calm as you settled into the remotely soft car seat and looked out your window. the sky was like a canvas, warm colors with hues of reds, oranges, pinks, and yellows danced across the dimming sky as the sun bid its final goodbyes...until it would return joyously the next day, like clockwork.

when you finally arrived home, much later than anticipated, you opened the door to the smell of spices and a delicious and piquant scent wafting from the oven, and your boyfriend hard at work in the kitchen.

"you're back!" he said, grinning. carefully setting down the wooden spoon, making sure not even a single drop stained your counters. "i was beginning to worry, you didn't even send me a text..." he faked a pout, only causing your smile to widen.

"i'm sorry, the sunset was so mesmerizing tonight, baby. and i was stuck in traffic." seeing his incredulous glance, you let out a tiny chuckle. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry! in my defense, i thought you were holed up in your studio again, so i assumed you wouldn't even be here..."

"can't do that as much anymore," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. "my baby would miss me too much."

you laughed softly, closing your eyes and feeling yourself get lost in the moment as chan pressed soft kisses along your collarbone and neck.

the little moments like these were the ones where you let yourself go, succumbing to the tranquility of the time spent with him.

you'd fallen so hard, you realized. sometimes you couldn't even believe he was your lover, feeling more akin to some silly school crush whenever you'd get all tongue-tied from his rampant flirting.

this was something more than a crush, though. this feeling of a blooming flower, spreading its vibrant petals far and wide throughout your heart was new. and you...liked it.

...

"where the hell have you been? you're almost alway busy nowadays!" your friend nagged on the phone. "don't tell me that no-good boyfriend of yours is monopolizing all your time...." you tuned her out as her incessant cacophony of yapping made your ears ring. instead, you chose to focus on your boyfriend's eyes, two serene pools of melted chocolate, filled with an elixir of love only for you.

"you're so damn pretty." he commented, staring at you, his lips stretched into a goofy little grin. "i wanna write another song about you."

"another?" you asked, hanging up on your friend. the silence felt heavenly. "you've been writing quite a bit recently, sweetheart...don't you think your fans will start to notice?"

his grin widened.

"see, that's my master plan. i keep all the recordings on my special laptop. therefore, i'll have them without the fans knowing. just for the two of us." he cooed, giving you a quick yet loving kiss. "you should go see ms. screech owl, now. i don't want to prove her point and monopolize your attention...although i really wish i could."

his words played on your heartstrings like a talented violinist, as usual. nowadays, he conducted an entire symphony inside your heart, driving you absolutely crazy.

nearly every waking moment, you felt euphoric, stuck inside a wonderland just for you. chan inhabited every waking thought of yours, and you just couldn't shake him. when he wasn't with you, it felt like a piece of you wasn't there. when he was with you, you felt like you were on cloud nine.

this wasn't normal, you concluded. there was only one possible answer to the scenario you'd entangled yourself in.

this was love, wasn't it?

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itjazzbicch · 7 months

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Needs

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Fem Reader

First time writing for Johnny, so I hope I did well!

Summary: Considering both Johnny and the reader are hardworking big-shots in Hollywood, they don't exactly have the proper alone time and try to make that time when it comes to certain needs...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Masturbation, phone/face-time sexual activities, oral M receiving)

Word Count: .9k

Between Johnny directing his new series, acting in it, and handling my own business in Hollywood, we were barely home but also doing much better than we were before Johnny came up with this hit.

Having another late night in the office, I wasn’t going home any time soon. I solely focused on a script till my phone started ringing.

Johnny, and he was face-timing me?

“What’s up, babe?” I said while answering, not bothering to look at my phone in the corner of my desk.

“Hey baby,” He was panting for some reason, which made me pick up my phone to see that his face was glistening in sweat, and it looked like he was slumped back in a chair, “You almost done at the office?”

“I wish,” I sighed, looking at the phone with concern, “You just get done working out or something?”

“I wouldn’t say that exactly,” He smirked, turning the camera around and instantly filling my cheeks with heat, showing that he was stroking his cock, able to see the pre leaking from his tip as he started stroking faster, the sexiness in his voice making me twitch, “Just sitting here wishing that you were between my legs right now.”

I could only watch, nearly drooling at how he kept working his cock, dishing out more dirty thoughts:

“C’mon, baby. You can come home to me, right? You know you wanna be all over my dick.”

I sat my phone back down and started to clean up my desk, listening to his slight groan and huffs, a chuckle as I said to the phone:

“You stay put. I’ll be home before you know it.”

“Haha, that’s my girl,” He chuckled, putting the camera back to a selfie but showing his body at an angle, “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

“I won’t. Trust me on that one,” I had to hang up, feeling the moisture between my thighs, shaking from anticipation to my car and while speeding through traffic to get home.

After parking in the garage, I didn’t even bother to take my things out of the car, coming inside to see the back of Johnny’s head, sitting in one of the chairs facing the fireplace.

“You didn’t have too much fun without me?” I whispered in his ear, leaning over his shoulder to smile, eyes quickly fixing on his lower half, seeing that he covered himself with a blanket, but the apparent pitch in it showed that he was still hard.

“The fun’s just now starting, babe,” He chuckled, picking his head up to kiss me, finding my hand, and guiding me to the front of the chair.

“You’re lucky work didn’t tire me out too much,” I giggled back, palming him, making him hum:

“Sure am, ain’t I?”

“I think so,” I smirked while sinking to my knees, taking the blanket and gently stroking his cock, making him hiss at my slow pace, seeing how swollen his tip was already, “Really missed me, huh?”

“A man’s got needs too,” He looked down with a grin, clearly hinting at more, so I stopped beating around the bush:

“I know, and I’ll take care of ‘em.”

As I finished my sentence, my lips closed around his tip, softly pumping his length while bobbing my head at an even pace.

“Ah, babe-“ He really must’ve needed this with the way he was groaning already, reclining back and holding the back of my head, pushing me down a little further as I got closer and closer to his base.

Rubbing his thighs, I had to watch his reaction as I picked my head up slowly, then took his cock down my throat, his nails grazing my scalp while letting out a lingering groan:

“Fuccck.”

“You like that?” I whispered after picking up my head just for him to push my head back down:

“Hell yeah. Now, keep those lips around my dick.”

I could only chuckle at how that made him desperate for more, giving him exactly what he wanted, deep-throating him again, and this time, I could feel how he was starting to twitch, groans deeper in his throat, and huffing.

That made me go down him even more eagerly, nearly gagging at the slight thrusts of his hips in tempo with the hand pushing my head down, making some spit drip from the corner of my mouth.

“That’s my g-girl,” He grunted, head falling back blissfully, “Fuck, that’s my gir-rr-“

Holding his thighs again, he was twitching harder than before, cock throbbing against my throat; looking up at him just for my eyes to slam shut with a hum.

My nose met his stomach as he kept my head down, feeling all his bundled nerves, tapping me to catch my eye.

“Gonna be good to me and swallow, yeah?” My smirk as a response said it all, putting a smile on his face even with all his pants and groans.

Picking my head back up as it was coming, I sucked his tip hard, humming at how full my mouth was of his load.

“Shiiitt-“ His tip popped free from my mouth; I made sure he could see that I swallowed, sticking out my tongue when his twitching cock still had more leaking out.

“Got you good, didn’t I?” I teased, licking his oozing cum from his shaft, feeling the vein in his cock still throbbing, making him shake with a rumble in his chest by slowly swiping my tongue across the underside of his tip where he was super sensitive, then along his slit.

“Yeah, giving me brain like that,” He was pretty worn out, practically melted in the chair, but he had a smile on his face and put one on mine as he stroked my cheek and winked, “You’re in for a sweet gift after that.”

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writeforfandoms · 8 months

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Listening In 3

Find the series masterlist

Soap and Ghost finish up their mission, but they still have one loose end to wrap up...

Warnings: Swearing, piv sex, oral sex (f receiving), anal sex (m receiving), teasing, bit of hair pulling, some anxieties, check ins, flirting, Feelings, biting, threesome.

Word count: 4.4k

Finally. Finally. They had a solid lead on their target. It had taken longer than anyone had anticipated, but Ghost and Soap followed through on the intel they'd gathered and got what they needed.

"Good work," Price praised when they called in. "Guess you're all set there. Hop on a flight back."

"Rog," Ghost agreed.

"And one more thing." Price sounded mostly exasperated. "Stop fucking flirting on the comms." He hung up.

Ghost and Soap exchanged a look. Whoops.

"Y' don't think he… actually listened…?" Soap asked carefully.

"No." Ghost was sure. Pretty sure. At least 75% sure.

They exchanged looks. If Price actually listened to some of the recordings… they were in a lot of trouble.

"I'll scrub 'em," Ghost said. "You take care of the flight."

Soap nodded and grabbed the laptop, pulling it over.

But as he looked at the options for flights, his mind wandered to you. Their pretty little waitress. He felt bad, leaving without saying anything to you.

"Hey, LT? Would you be much opposed to staying one extra day?"

"What for?" Ghost eyed him.

"Wrap up one last loose end."

Soap saw the moment that Ghost knew what he meant, and nodded. "Make the arrangements."

Soap nodded, determined, and focused on the laptop again. He still had hours until they'd be able to see you again, but that was okay. They had a lot to take care of first, after all.

–

You groaned softly as you rolled your shoulders, aching and tense after a long shift. You’d been asked to stay late to cover for someone who’d been a no show. While the extra tips helped, the knots in your shoulders and the aching in your feet absolutely did not.

But you finally got to go home and collapse. Well. Maybe a hot shower, then collapse.

“Hey gorgeous.”

You didn’t make a sound, but you did jump, gaze yanked up from the pavement to the two men standing just outside the back entrance. Simon and Johnny.

“Hi,” you replied after a moment, looking between the two of them. “What’re you doing here?”

“Thought we’d walk ye home,” Johnny chirped with an easy smile.

You blinked. You were honestly unsure if he just meant walk you home, or the other kind of “walk you home”. “I’m just getting off a twelve hour shift,” you blurted instead of a proper answer, and then winced at yourself.

“Definitely walking ye back,” Johnny agreed with a nod, stepping over to your side to tuck your hand into his arm. “Gotta make sure ye get home safe, aye?” He winked at you.

You smiled, shaking your head a little. “You’re too sweet,” you murmured, allowing him to steer you out into foot traffic. Simon walked ahead of the two of you, and it only occurred to you after several moments that he was acting as a sort of traffic break for the two of you - he was so broad that people naturally stepped out of his way, and mostly out of yours. It was very sweet of him. “Heard you quit.”

“Aye.” Johnny glanced down at you, licking his lips. “We’re headin’ back tomorrow.”

“Back?” You raised one eyebrow at him, curious, watching the ever-changing lights against his skin.

“Knew this was a temporary thing,” Johnny said after a moment of thought. Your heart clenched and stuttered in your chest, but your expression didn’t waver. “Didn’t wanna leave without tellin’ you, though.”

“Okay.” You weren’t entirely sure how to feel about that. How were you supposed to feel? Johnny was… a coworker. That was all. You’d only spent time together that one time. And Simon you knew even less. They owed you nothing.

But it still hurt, feeling that bit of hope dying. Hope for something more. Friendship, at least, would have been nice.

“Well,” you managed with a smile. “Hopefully it’ll be an uneventful trip for you both.”

Simon glanced back over his shoulder at the two of you but didn’t say anything as he turned onto your street. Huh. That was surprising - you wouldn’t have expected him to remember the way from just one visit.

“D’ye mind if we come up?” Johnny asked, watching you carefully. “Just to talk.”

You hesitated for three long beats, then shrugged. “Sure,” you agreed. “C’mon up.”

Simon held the door for the two of you, and Johnny ushered you into the elevator first. But you opened your door and let them in, taking a quick look around. Okay, you’d left two cups out, but overall it wasn’t bad.

“Can I get you anything?” You were already stepping towards the kitchenette, grabbing glasses from the cabinet to pour water for all three of you.

“We’re fine, gorgeous.” Johnny stood watching you while Simon sank onto the couch, watchful gaze flitting between you and Johnny.

You drew in a deep breath while your back was to them. Okay. You could do this. It would be fine. It didn’t matter that they were leaving. You’d been fine before, and you’d be fine again. Your heart would recover.

“Tomorrow, huh? That’s pretty short notice.” You carried the waters over to your little coffee table, setting them down and then plunking your ass down on the floor. Distance was necessary. If you sat next to Simon you’d slide into his side and not want to leave, and that was unacceptable. “Got everything set up?”

“Aye,” Johnny agreed, settling next to Simon. “Well. Most everything.”

“Most everything?” You blinked at him, curious.

“You’re the last loose end.” Simon finally piped up, eyes dark as he held your gaze.

“Loose end,” you repeated slowly. “Wow. Way to make a girl feel special.”

Johnny snorted. “What he means,” he said, elbowing Simon, “is that we wanted to see ye again.”

“Okay.” You sat back a bit, gaze darting between the two. “So, you’re here. What now?”

Simon leaned forward slowly, bracing his forearms on his knees, hands dangling in the space between. “Now, you have a decision to make. We can leave now and be on our way, and you won’t see us again.”

“Or…?” You sat up straight again, gaze fixed on him.

“Or, we come back in the morning and have you for breakfast before we go.”

Your jaw dropped at the blatant words, even as your body reminded you of how damn good each of them had felt. You swallowed, gaze darting between the two.

“It’s yer choice, gorgeous,” Johnny agreed, tipping his head to hold your gaze.

You swallowed again, blood rushing to your cheeks. “Come back in the morning,” you managed, only a little hoarse. “And bring pastries.”

Simon snorted at your little demand but nodded. “Johnny will text you.”

You nodded, scrambling to your feet as they got to theirs. Johnny wasn’t even trying to hide his grin as Simon stepped past him to the door.

“See you in the morning.” Without warning, Johnny pulled you in close to kiss you, deep and slow and a little messy. When he finally pulled back, you were panting a little, one hand threaded into his hair. With an easy, affectionate smile, he murmured, “Sleep well.” A cheeky wink for good measure, and he was gently pulling back.

“See you tomorrow,” you agreed, taking a step back from him and looking at Simon. He simply dipped his head to you before he opened the door, and the two were gone.

You stood for several long moments before you shook yourself. Shower, then bed. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

–

“Really, Johnny?”

“Couldnae resist.”

A soft, amused huff.

“Not tired yet, are ye?”

“Insatiable.”

“Aye.”

“Hurry up, then.”

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You were honestly surprised when you slept decently well. You did still panic, just a little, when you woke up. But you only did a bit of panic cleaning.

Okay. You had fresh sheets ready for after, you didn't have to be at work today, you had some snacks still in the fridge just in case. That was… about as prepared as you could be, really.

You breathed out slowly, forcing yourself to stand and just be calm for a minute.

Your phone buzzing at you distracted you, and you picked it up.

En route, 15 minutes out.

That inspired a whole new wave of panic, and you looked down at yourself. No, they wouldn't care what you were wearing, the whole point of this was that you wouldn't be wearing it for long anyway.

At that, you had to cover your face and squeak, just a little. Just to let some of the pressure off.

Okay. Okay okay okay. This was fine, this would be fine. No biggie.

Time crawled for ten minutes, leaving you pacing and anxious and fidgeting. And then it zoomed through the last five minutes, so you were still caught by surprise by the firm knock on your door.

You let them in quickly with a nervous smile, shifting out of the way. They looked damn good, as always. Simon was still all in black, although he wore a face mask and beanie today. Johnny managed to look every bit as good in jeans and a henley as he did in the bartending uniform.

"Hi gorgeous." Johnny kissed you, warm and easy, his hand fitted to your waist. Simon simply nodded to you, setting the box of pastries down. You couldn’t contain your smile if you tried.

“Morning,” you greeted them both. “Can I get you anything?”

“Nah.” Johnny gently guided you back a step, then another, until your back collided with Simon’s chest. “We’ve got it.” He winked, cheeky and cheerful, easily keeping your nerves from getting to be too much. A second set of hands settled at your hips, just holding you.

"Alright, dove?" Simon spoke quietly behind you. Checking in.

He really was more thoughtful than you would have ever guessed from looking at him.

"I'm good," you assured him, resting one hand over his. "How do you want to…?" You trailed off, still not sure how to ask.

Johnny hummed softly and leaned in, kissing you again and pressing you more firmly back into Simon. You were more than happy to let him lead, responding eagerly, even as you felt one of Simon's hands sneak up under your sleep shirt.

"Gonna behave for us?" Simon asked, low and a little growly already. "Let us ruin you?"

You made a breathless noise against Johnny's lips, free hand rising to his hair and tugging gently.

“Think that’s a yes,” Johnny shot back, grinning, pulling back only enough to speak before his lips trailed down your jaw.

You sucked in a sharp breath when he bit down gently on the skin of your throat. One big finger under your chin turned your head until Simon could kiss you, slow and languid in comparison to Johnny’s sharp teeth and eager mouth. You tugged Johnny’s hair again to feel his low groan vibrate into your skin.

“Bedroom?” you managed to ask, only to whine a little when Simon nipped your ear.

“Or right here,” Johnny murmured, licking his lips and looking up at you through his eyelashes.

“Couch definitely won’t fit us,” you pointed out.

“Got a point,” Simon rumbled, and Johnny pouted. Simon patted your hips. “Go on, then.”

Johnny stole one more quick kiss before you led the way into the bedroom, only a little nervous. Johnny fixed that by kissing you again as soon as you paused, pulling you close and sweeping one hand up your back. His hand snuck under your sleep shirt to get at your skin while Simon started tugging your bottoms down.

"So pretty, gorgeous," Johnny murmured into your skin, dragging both hands up your sides now, dragging your top up and off. "Could look at ye all day."

"Maybe not all day…?" You gasped when Simon gripped your hips again.

"Cheeky," he murmured, amused. Sharp teeth nipped the back of your shoulder.

"There's a thought," Johnny murmured, grinning over your shoulder.

Simon huffed softly. "She'd kill you."

"Hey," you protested gently, tugging Johnny's hair again. "Keep talking about me like I'm not here and I'll be mad at you both."

Johnny kissed you again, slower and sweeter this time, while Simon squeezed your hips. And then your ass, making you squeak into the kiss.

"Promise, gorgeous, we'll make ye feel so good," Johnny murmured, eyes half-lidded now as he cupped your breasts. Simon pressed up against your back, shirt soft against your skin. "Gonna let me taste ye?"

"You… want to?" You blinked, surprised and a little shy.

"I really fuckin' want to," he agreed eagerly, licking his lips. "Can I?"

"Okay." You bit your lip, watching Johnny drop to his knees, nuzzling against your belly.

"Watch him," Simon murmured in your ear, his hands moving up to replace Johnny's toying with your tits. "He fuckin' loves when you watch."

You swallowed hard, nerves lighting up as Johnny pressed kisses to your skin. Teeth scraped gently over your hip and you hissed softly, one hand tangling in his hair.

"Pull all ye want," Johnny murmured, eyes bright as he looked back up at you. "Won't stop 'til ah'm satisfied." Apparently that was all the warning you got, because he leaned in to lick a broad stripe up your center. You whimpered, hand fisting in his hair.

"Keep your eyes on him," Simon growled in your ear. One big hand reached down to hook around your thigh, pulling up and out to hold you open. You yelped, free hand flailing back to whack his side, but he just huffed in amusement. "Won't let you fall," he promised. "Just relax, watch him enjoying himself."

And he was. You looked down to find Johnny leaning in again, one hand on your hip, licking into you with enthusiasm. He moaned softly, the sound vibrating against you and making your hips twitch.

It wasn't long until you were trembling between them, making helpless noises and scratching your fingers through Johnny's hair restlessly.

"Fuck," you gasped as he did something that felt amazing. "Please, feels too good, I can't–"

"Come for us," Simon murmured, low and raspy, fingers toying with your nipples. "Come all over his face for me, dove."

The way Johnny groaned, openly wanton, at Simon's words tipped you over the edge, and you moaned for them as you did as Simon bade. Johnny eagerly licked you clean until you were whining, oversensitive, trying to pull away.

Johnny relented, standing up and helping Simon hold you steady. "Want a taste?" He asked Simon with a wicked grin.

Simon didn't bother to say anything, just yanked Johnny closer by the hair, squishing you between the two, and kissed him. You swallowed hard, arousal immediately flaring to life again at the sight. And the sound - Simon groaned, soft and low, and you shuddered hard between them.

Johnny pulled back a little and licked his lips, smirking. "Good?" He asked Simon, clearly teasing.

"Tempting," Simon rumbled back, and you gasped as his fingers slid between your thighs, two sliding into you with almost no resistance.

“Could do somethin’ about that,” Johnny teased, his hand sliding down to join Simon’s, one of his fingers gently circling your clit.

“Later.” Simon nipped the back of your neck teasingly. “Got somethin’ else in mind now.”

You swallowed hard, trembling a little and still sensitive as the two worked in tandem. Having both of them focused on you like this was intense. It was a lot.

And if they planned to do more, you wouldn’t survive it.

"Should we…?" You trailed off, shifting your weight between them as anxiety tried hard to flare up again.

Simon huffed softly, amused, and nipped the back of your neck again. "Eager, dove?"

You squirmed, swallowing hard. "A bit. Bit anxious."

Johnny hummed softly, his hand stilling against you. "Need to stop?" He asked softly, lifting his free hand to cup your cheek.

"No," you decided after a moment, leaning into his hand. "Just… maybe slow down a bit?"

"Anything ye need, gorgeous." Johnny kissed you again, slower and sweeter. You melted into him, relaxing again between the two. Simon pressed up against your back, free hand rubbing circles into your hip. It was an odd mix of soothing and stimulating.

You tugged at Johnny's shirt, and he leaned back enough to pull it off. You hummed softly, taking a moment to admire the view and smiling when he clearly preened.

"He loves being admired," Simon murmured in your ear, fondly amused. "Loves when you watch."

You hummed, tipping your head to observe Johnny. He shucked his pants shamelessly, eyes bright under your gaze.

"You are gorgeous," you murmured appreciatively, dragging your gaze over him. He blushed.

"Ach, away wi' ye," he muttered, flapping a hand.

Simon chuckled, nosing behind your ear affectionately. "He is, isn't he?"

"Mmhm." You smiled. "Thought so from the first night at the bar."

Johnny scowled at the two of you. "The pair o' ye," he muttered, cheeks still pink.

You smiled and pulled him in to kiss him again, hands roaming over newly-exposed skin. He hummed his approval, one hand lifting to cradle the back of your head, his other reaching past you to Simon.

Your anxiety spiked a little bit being between them again. You pulled back slowly, rubbing your hands up and down Johnny’s back, thinking. He raised one eyebrow as a silent check in, and you puffed out a breath.

“Simon,” you murmured, purposefully not looking at him. “I’m gonna move, is there anything you don’t want me seeing?”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through your back. “Just look at Johnny,” he murmured, though he did obligingly remove his grip from you.

You huffed softly, amused, but took a step forward, gently guiding Johnny as he stepped back. He kept his gaze on you, amused and soft, affectionate. You stopped just shy of the bed and then turned the two of you before sitting back.

“Gonna let us do the work?” Johnny asked, amused, even as he crawled up over you until you were laying back.

“Putting you in the middle,” you said, a little amused. “Because I wouldn’t survive it.”

“Good girl,” Simon praised, and you swallowed hard. Soft rustling and crinkling caught your attention, and a moment later a wrapped condom dropped to the bed next to you and Johnny.

Johnny leaned in to kiss you, short and sweet and a little dirty, before he grinned at you. “Wanna help me with this, gorgeous?”

You licked your lips, gaze dropping to the condom he held between you. You took it, idly biting your lip as you carefully rolled it on. And then stroked him slowly a few times, enjoying the weight and heat of him in your hands. His soft groan was addicting, and you hummed softly.

“Having fun?” Simon asked, amused.

“Mmhm.” Your breath stuttered when you felt a larger hand wrap around yours, making you squeeze tighter. Johnny dropped his head to your shoulder, breath warm against your skin.

“Want to learn something new?” Simon still sounded amused, but his voice had dropped, want clear now.

“Yes.” You didn’t hesitate for a moment, even as Johnny groaned softly into your skin.

“Tryin’ to kill me,” he mumbled, lips brushing your skin. But he didn’t move to stop either of you.

That big hand guided yours further down and back, folding your fingers down until only one was still pointed. Wetness smeared across your finger and you swallowed, eyes going wide even as Simon guided your finger to Johnny’s ass, pressing in slowly.

“Is this okay?” You tilted your head a little to murmur in Johnny’s ear, noting his hands clenched tight in the sheets.

“More than,” he assured you with a little grin, jaw going a little slack as Simon moved your fingers together. “Feels good.”

“Good.” You watched his expression as Simon added a second finger, nudging yours in along with his. The angle was a little awkward for you, but you didn’t mind, not with this view. He was warm, breaths unsteady and hot against your skin, eyelids fluttering as you and Simon worked together to wind him up.

A high whimper from Johnny made you lift your head a little, curious and more than a little turned on. Simon just made a pleased noise, fingers pressing down and pushing yours down as well. You were about to ask when you felt a little something under your finger, rubbing it slowly, curiously. Johnny swore, voice thick, absolutely trembling between you.

“Always falls apart for this,” Simon rumbled, shifting closer, until you could feel his warmth against your wrist. “Think he’s ready, dove?”

You shivered at his tone, tipping your head again to brush your ears against Johnny’s ear. “What do you think? You ready?”

Johnny nodded rapidly, one hand releasing the bed to grab your hip instead. “Yes, yes, yes–”

You huffed soft amusement, even as arousal simmered higher in your gut. “Think that’s a yes,” you told Simon, starting to pull your fingers back.

It took a moment to get situated, and Johnny helped. A bit. Mostly he just plastered kisses to your throat and shoulder, his hand restlessly running from your hip down to your knee to hike your knee up over his hip.

“Tell me ah can,” he mumbled, lips barely leaving your skin, nearly unintelligible.

“Please.” You got one hand in his hair again, tugging just a little.

Johnny nipped your skin as he slid into you, slow but inexorable. You hummed, squirming a little at the feeling of fullness.

“Hold still, dove.”

Your eyes went wide at the lightly chastising tone from Simon, and you licked your lips. “Sorry?”

He huffed softly, and for a moment his hand squeezed your thigh where it was over Johnny’s hip. “Nothin’ to apologize for,” he murmured. “Just hold still.”

You swallowed, watching Johnny’s face intently as he shivered once, hard, lips falling open with pleasure. Your breath hitched when he twitched in you, your free hand looking for something to grab. Simon took your hand, threading his fingers between yours before pressing your hand to the bed.

His first thrust made Johnny move in you, and you gasped. Simon huffed and did it again. Johnny whined between you, his hips stuttering. You clung tight to the two of them as Simon started to move in earnest, quickly reducing both you and Johnny to noises. You tugged Johnny’s hair at a particularly hard thrust, and he retaliated with a bite to your collarbone that had you whimpering and clenching around him.

“Johnny,” Simon rumbled, his hand squeezing yours. “Don’t neglect our girl.”

Johnny managed a stuttered huff, eyes glazed with pleasure even as he looked down at you. “D’ye feel neglected, gorgeous?” His eyes immediately slammed shut and he whimpered at something Simon did.

“Definitely not,” you managed, squeezing Simon’s hand. But Johnny dipped his head to your neck again, biting down more or less gently. Your back arched, leg tightening around him.

“Good boy,” Simon purred, low and absolutely teasing. But it worked - Johnny nipped his way down to the base of your throat. A finger pressing to your clit had you whining, head tipped back, fingers scratching through Johnny’s hair.

Johnny tensed above you, barely muffling his moan against your chest, hips stuttering between you and Simon. The realization that he’d just come only pulled your own pleasure higher, pushing you closer to the edge. Simon’s low groan pushed you just that much further, too.

But Simon didn’t even pause, and Johnny was quick to bury his face against your neck, finger moving quickly over your clit.

“Please,” he whispered, lips brushing your skin. “Come for us, gorgeous, please, fuck–”

White-hot pleasure crashed over you, briefly whiting out the world. You shook through it, coming back in time to hear Simon’s long, low groan.

Johnny near-collapsed against you, both of you trembling and panting. Simon at least moved to the side, and you dropped your gaze to Johnny instead.

“Wow,” you muttered, still blinking stars out of your eyes.

Simon chuckled, sounding a little winded himself. “No complaints, then?” The words were light, teasing.

“Can’t think straight to complain,” you managed, grinning. Your fingers carded much more gently through Johnny’s hair.

“Good ‘nough,” Johnny mumbled, shoulders shaking a little with laughter.

You lifted your head enough to press a kiss to Johnny’s forehead, about the only part of him you could reach without him moving from where he’d buried himself against you. He was heavy, but this was also oddly comfortable.

Simon was the first to get up with a low grumble, walking over to the bathroom. You didn’t watch him go, much as you wanted to. Instead you rubbed the short hairs on the side of Johnny’s head, grinning at his little huff.

“Do you have to leave soon?” You kept your voice quiet, just above a whisper.

“Mm.” Johnny finally pushed himself up off you. “Not quite yet.”

“Good.” Your smile was small and a little shy, even still. “Thank you.”

Johnny blinked at you, caught off guard. “What for?”

“Telling me. Coming back this morning. All of that.” You waved a vague hand at the bed.

He huffed a soft laugh. “Our pleasure, gorgeous.” He kissed you, softly this time, sweet.

“Will I get to see you again?”

“Hope so.” His smile was small and a little crooked. “See what I can do.”

“Good.” You heard the bathroom door open and grinned, raising your voice a little. “You can even bring him along, too.”

Simon snorted. “Move, Johnny,” he scolded. “Or I’m not saving you a pastry.”

Johnny groaned, theatrically loud, as he rolled off of you and flopped to the side, making you laugh. But you still got up and grabbed some clothes, taking your turn in the bathroom.

You joined Simon in the living room, this time letting yourself sit next to him. His clothes were on straight, mask back in place, but he’d left the beanie off. Wordlessly, he nudged the box of pastries towards you, and you happily picked one.

He didn’t quite invite you to cuddle. But he did press his thigh to yours, letting you lean a little into his warmth. And that was plenty, from him.

You really hoped you’d get to see the two of them again, and you couldn’t deny the ache in your heart after they’d left (with parting kisses from both of them).

So when your phone buzzed with a text two days later, you grinned.

We’ll see you soon, gorgeous.

#listening in #johnny soap mactavish x reader x simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #f!reader #johnny soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #18+#minors begone

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haikyuuhoo · 7 months

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Writing this simply because today is my birthday and I wanted to be selfish. Also it’s unedited bc I just got home and now I’m gonna go eat dinner <3

You let out a heavy breath as you step over the threshold into your apartment, your shoulders already aching from the weight of carrying around your backpack full of books all day. You drop your keys on the table by your front door and start to remove your bag.

It’s only Monday and you already feel exhausted just from the anticipation of the upcoming week. That, and the fact that the night before you’d gone out to dinner with a group of your friends to celebrate your birthday. Technically your birthday was today, but you were all so busy during the week that it was a hassle to be able to get everyone together at once. Plus, you never really cared all that much about celebrating your birthday, so you didn’t mind the fact that your only plans for tonight were to curl up on your couch with the book you’ve been reading. Really, it sounded like the perfect night in.

You start to head to your bedroom, ready to change into some more comfortable clothes, but movement in your kitchen catches your eye. Your heart nearly stops beating before you register the shock of white hair disappearing behind your pantry door. “Satoru?” you breathe, taking a step in the opposite direction you’d just been intending to go.

Your boyfriend peeks his head back out, and you catch the glint of his eyes over his sunglasses as he smiles at you. “Oh, you’re home already, traffic must’ve been light today!”

Your backpack falls to the floor with a thud as you rush over to him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. The little “oof” that Satoru lets out makes your heart flutter—the subconscious dropping of his infinity around you is never subconscious to you. “What are you doing here?” The words are muffled against his shoulder, and you feel yourself melt as he raises a hand to cradle the back of your head and pull you impossibly closer to him.

Gojo had been away for the past two weeks on missions and business, and wasn’t due to come back for another six days. It had momentarily saddened you that he wasn’t able to join you and your friends for dinner the night before, especially with how busy the two of you had been between him always away on missions and you always busy with grad school, but once you were there and enjoying the night it was out of your mind—plus, the money he’d Venmoed you to cover your bill more than made up for it.

“It’s your birthday, did you really think I was gonna miss it?”

You tilt your head back to look up at him, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “But you’re supposed to be working,” you scold. “You know I don’t care when we celebrate.”

“And you know that I do.” He grins down at you. In the three years you had been dating, Satoru hadn’t let your birthday go by without doing something the day of, even if the proper celebration was moved to a more convenient time. “Now go get changed. I was trying to find something to make you dinner, but it looks like you haven’t gotten groceries in weeks.”

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you pull back slightly. “I know, I’ve just been—“

“—busy,” he hums and leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I know. I’ll just order something from that place you like and we can watch a movie or something. That sound okay?”

Your shoulders drop, some of the tension from the day fading away. “That sounds perfect,” you whisper, and you close the distance between you two to kiss him again.

Gojo’s hands drop to your waist, pulling you flush against him as your hands slip up into his hair.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmur.

Gojo leans his forehead against yours. “I’ve missed you too. ‘S why I couldn’t miss this.”

You smile, pressing one more quick kiss to his lips before pulling away to go change.

Gojo quickly places a delivery order for dinner before he waltzes over to your bedroom—it doesn’t even take him ten steps to cross the distance of your one-bedroom apartment—and leans against the doorframe.

“Admiring the view?” you tease as you pull a t-shirt over your head, your favorite pair of sweats already on as you turn to face him.

“Mmm, I was beginning to forget what it looked like,” he drawls.

You scoff and grab his hand, pulling him with you toward the couch. “Those pictures I sent you yesterday say otherwise.”

The grin that spreads over Gojo’s face is nearly blinding. “And I should’ve asked for more of them.” He stops walking, tugging you back against him and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You looked so good, baby.” He presses kisses down your shoulder, and you can nearly feel him frown against you as he notices the tension there.

“I’m fine,” you insist before he can say anything, and you move away to go sit on the couch.

“Can’t believe they make you have so many books,” he huffs as he picks up your backpack from where you’d let it fall, instead setting it on the chair at the table where you normally do your homework.

You shrug, grabbing the remote and beginning to look for a movie for you two to watch. “How are those big textbook companies ever gonna make any money if they don’t make a new edition each year and force you to buy it instead of allowing you to get it cheaper from someone who took that class last year?” you quip, making Gojo snort as he sits next to you.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, not even paying attention to the options on the screen as he lets his gaze settle on your face.

“You should let me give you a massage,” he says after a few minutes of silent scrolling, and you raise your eyebrows.

“Dinner and a massage? Gojo Satoru, you might just be giving me the best birthday yet,” you tease with a smile.

And he grins in return. “And I’m not done yet. Plus, who’s to say there’s nothing in it for me? I can’t very well give you a massage with your shirt on can I?”

The laugh you let out makes Gojo’s heart soar, and he brushes his fingers against the bare skin of your bicep as he watches you.

“You leave for two weeks and revert back to a desperate horny teenager, huh?”

“Emphasis on the desperate,” he says as he lifts you up in a fluid motion, carrying you back to your bedroom as your laughter fills the apartment.

Later, when you’re sitting between Gojo’s legs and eating dinner while you watch the movie you both picked, you tilt your head back to look up at him. “Thank you for coming home,” you whisper. It’s dark and you can’t see his eyes through his sunglasses, but you keep your gaze locked there anyway, feeling the way his eyes shift to look down at you.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “No need to thank me. I’ll come home every year,” he promises, and you know by the way that he squeezes your hand that he means it.

#this is probably trash lol there was barely any effort put in to make it coherent it was simply vibes #literally the best birthday present would be Gojo Satoru standing in my kitchen but I don’t wanna be greedy #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #Gojo Satoru x reader #Gojo Satoru fluff #Gojo Satoru #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #my writing <3

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reqxxyt · 1 year

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coffee m.s

[unedited]

this sweetheart needs more appreciation <3 requests are open !

pairings: mick s. x f!reader

warnings: none (i think??) except for rushed ending....

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This had to be a nightmare. The only way to justify this scenario. Toto, my boss had asked a simple thing this morning, like every other day: coffee freshly brewed from the local coffee shop that he claimed to be the best because according to him “there is a big difference between rich flavorful coffee and one that tastes like burnt shit”.

This morning had started like any other; wake up, get ready, head to the coffee shop, wait patiently (considering the line can get very long), and finally head to the office to hand in the coffee to Toto before finalizing plans with one of his many assistants. I hadn’t anticipated the line to lead to the end of the shop, way longer than usual.

That's fine, I can just wait a bit longer. Shouldn’t be a big deal. I thought to myself before I finally realized after nearly 15 minutes passing. I wasn’t going to make it in time and I had just finished ordering his custom drink. My leg started to bounce, in anticipation as I made a timeline in my head, calculating how long it would take from here to the office barely going over the speed limit (with hopefully no traffic).

They called my order and I thanked them before quickly leaving. The ride wasn’t completely terrible, just a few people who shouldn’t have a license cutting in front of me. I glanced at the clock in my car, showing I was already 10 minutes late. Crying internally, I exited the car with the hot coffee gripped in my hand.

“Y/n, you’re unusually late,” one of the desk ladies said with fake concern hiding back her smirk. I only turned to her for a second ready to make a remark or witty comeback but before I could even get a word out I felt another body come into contact with my own, sending the hot flavorfully rich coffee forward.

Apologies were said before I could even get a glance at who exactly I was trying to help with dainty napkins. “It’s fine” was the voice that made me finally look up, feeling the most embarrassed.

Mick Schumacher.

The guy I had been crushing on since I was first employed. I froze before finally remembering that he had made contact with hot coffee. Coffee; a very hot liquid that could cause third-degree burns. I mentally cursed at myself before apologizing frantically.

Before I could suggest, he took off his white t-shirt taking the napkins from my hand, still trying to reassure me that it was fine. But no matter how hard he tried, I would glance at his face and internally feel terrible seeing the wincing pain he was experiencing.

“You should probably get that checked” I informed, still trying to help. He only made eye contact with me for a split second, mumbling an agreement.

Footsteps were heard from behind me and I glanced behind me, spotting the last person I wanted to see.

“Should I not be witnessing this?” he asked, staring down at the shirtless Mick. My cheeks burned bright red at the thought of that ever happening and we both said

“It’s not what it looks like” I picked up the empty cup of coffee and he made a face of understanding before finally giving me a death glare and handing back the cup.

“Get me another one. I’ll send someone to clean this up” he blankly stated before walking away not sparing another glance.

I was ready to apologize again to the still shirtless Mick who stood beside me before he interrupted me “You want my forgiveness?”

I gave him a confused look, about to ask a simple question that started with a w and ended with an “aht” but he choose to interrupt me again offering me a deal. “Buy me coffee, not today. Saturday maybe?”

This sounded too much like a date. Too good to be true. Again, confused I asked “What?” without being interrupted.

“Go on a date with me. This Saturday. Then I’ll forgive you, of course, you’re paying” he shrugged and I finally understood.

He clearly just wanted free coffee after I had nearly sent him to the hospital.

“To be honest, I’ve liked you for a while just never got the chance to ask you out. Now I do” what.

Of course, I agreed, trying to be the most chill meanwhile internally I had contemplated if I was dreaming.

Best nightmare I’ve ever had.

#mick shumacher #f1 #f1 x you #f1 reader #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #mick shumacher x you #mick shumacher x y/n #mick shumacher x reader #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #mick schumacher fanfic #mick schumacher imagine

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hongthoven · 9 days

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Okay, hi my love <3

I can´t stop thinking about Yuyu and Mingi and my brain is like, CRAVING for fluff. Just cuddling or going on a walk and all that stinking cute, tooth rottingly cute fluff. imagine the reader beind shorter and them just being her protectors and best friends or boyfriends and them just showing her how important she is for them!

I´m alreay tearing up at the thought of them (or any of ateez for that matter) proposing to them in the cutest ways and i´m just... yeah, i´m sobbing. it´s a neeed <3

LOVE YOUUUUUU <3

i hope you´ll have an amazing day, my cutie patootie <3

Hi Kittykat ♥

I didn't think this through and fluff isn't my typical comfort zone so I'm sorry if that's terrible, but here's my attempt at fulfiling your needs for some cute comforting moment with Mingi.

Slight angst at the beginning, if that calls for a tw.

Love you ♥ @bethelighthalazia

I doesn’t take more than this for Mingi to immediately call you, cutting the texting short so he can hear your voice, looking for any sign of a breakdown. He knows every crack, every change in your tone and years of friendship have given him the luxury of anticipating that kind of conversations.

« Is it about that jerk again ? » Mingi’s voice is a little hoarse but soft as ever and you can’t help but sigh as soon as it wraps you up into an invisible blanket. While he has been trying his best to keep your mind off of your ex boyfriend, Mingi knows just how much you can get into your own thoughts sometimes, digging your own grave.

You’ve been laying in bed for hours now, spiraling into your darkest thoughts, hating yourself for the most and reminiscing the last time you have felt truly loved and desired, failing to pinpoint the exact moment. It is definitely « one of those days » you typically brush off, unwilling to make a big deal out of it but sadly settling into a pathetic routine.

A pity party you never asked for but still seem to secretely crave.

« No, it’s not » only half a lie. You have been thinking about him, but not quite as much lately.

« I was just wondering why no one ever loves me enough to stay, that’s all » while you’re aware of just how sad you must sound right now, there’s a sense of comfort and safety in your friendship with Mingi that makes i tokay for you to just blurt out anything coming to your mind, including your deepest secrets.

« What about me ? What about Yunho ? »

« I love you both dearly but… you’re my best-friends »

« And ? You don’t feel loved around us ? »

« God, Mingi… You just don’t get it… Nevermind » you sigh, a little hurt not to hear precisely what you need from him at that exact moment. Of course, your childhood best-friend being the stubborn man he is now, isn’t keen on giving up that easily.

« Why don’t you explain it to me then ? »

There’s a knock on the door and you’re suddenly aware of your current state. Hair messily wrapped into a bun, rotting in your pjs and you’re pretty sure your face looks like it hasn’t seen a ray of sunshine in days but still, nothing compares to the absolute shock of seeing Mingi standing in front of your door as soon as you reluctantly fling it open.

« I was in the neighborhood » he shrugs with a smile, ending the call as you stare at him in disbelief with your phone still tapped to your ear. You had noticed the traffic sound in the background earlier and while you could perfectly picture your best-friend walking around the city, heading to god-knows-where as he tried his best to cheer you up, you were nowhere near prepared to have him showing up at your door within ten minutes.

« So what is this all about ? » he adds as you remain with your back against the door for a while, nervous to put some actual words on your insecurities. But as Mingi walks closer to you with his typical gummy smile, his dimple digging into the flesh of his cheek as a reminder of the safe place you have found in this man, nothing seems too unbearable anymore.

« I just… don’t feel desirable lately… »

« That’s bullshit »

« Excuse me ? »

« You are desirable »

« Oh yeah, says who ? »

« I just said so, didn’t I »

« That’s not… »

« The same ? Yeah I know » he adds, his arms pulling you into a hug as you almost face plant into his chest. Sometimes, you tend to forget just how much taller he actually is, and though it’s not that obvious when you two are heading out while you perch yourself on some nice heels, today is quite the opposite. Standing on your tippy toes, you fail to even reach his shoulder and settle for the warmth of his chest against your cheek.

« You know you’re beautiful, right ? »

You nod, not entirely convinced but still appreciative of Mingi’s efforts to boost your confidence through his typical praises. You’ve been here before, seeking shelter into his arms while he tries his absolute best to cheer you up and though you would never admit it, there’s something about the way he looks at you, the intensity of his gaze almost burning through your skin, like there’s nothing left around for him to see but you, that makes you feel a little too special. More than you intend to be.

The sun has been replaced by a pitch black sky outside and the late hours of the night only occurs to you when you wake up, dizzy still, into the heated comfort of Mingi’s embrace. With his arm around you, your leg snaked around his hip as he rests lazily on the couch, the arm that isn’t keeping you safe simply settled behind his head as an extra pillow, Mingi only seems half-absorbed with the movie playing on tv, his attention caught with the very first flinch of your body against his.

« Well hello there, sleeping beauty » he smirks, immediately pressing his lips to your hair and you hate the way your skin reacts to a simple touch, shivers running down your spine as the warmth of his breath hits the back of your neck.

« How do you feel ? Any better ? » Mingi’s eyes are filled with a mix of worry and adoration, his palm reaching for your cheek to stroke it softly.

« Much better » you pause, reminiscing your prior breakdown « sorry ‘bout that ».

« Don’t you dare apologizing » his thumb hooks under your chin, forcing you to tilt your head upwards to meet his gaze, the intimacy of a simple gesture sending mixed signals to your brain though you decide to ignore those.

« I love you, don’t you ever doubt it » his lips find yours through a quick peck, nothing you haven’t done before but today, you feel him linger for a bit longer than usual, his fingers almost pushing into the plush flesh of your cheeks as you close your eyes to bask in the moment.

#request♥#Kittykat♥#mingi x reader #mingi fluff #that is very much a soft blurb #ateez fluff

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gurugirl · 2 years

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The Scientist & the Stripper*

Happy Harry Fic Friday y'all!

Summary: Harry's your new neighbor and he's just moved in so you invite him over to get to know him better - but what you find out about him is totally unexpected

A/N: 15.2k words in total - 6k+ words of SMUT

Pairing: nerd/virgin!harry x stripper!reader

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of light alcohol use and smoking weed

The couple who lived next to you moved out last week and things were finally quiet again. They had two young children and as cute as they were, you kind of hated kids and how obnoxious they were, and how early they insisted on waking up. Having children for neighbors was exhausting, especially because you worked nights at Star Room Gentleman’s Club.

So, today when you woke up at noon you felt well rested and your mood was good. Really good. You stretched and yawned and got out of your bed, walking to your dresser to find your pack of cigarettes. You walked out to your balcony and lit up the stick and inhaled. Your view of the I-90 interstate on the south side of Chicago was not great, but having a balcony was better than not having one, even if the view was of traffic and concrete.

When you stamped out your cigarette in the ash tray you went back into your apartment and poured a glass of cold brew and turned your radio on. You stretched your sore limbs, grabbing at your ankles and nuzzling your face as close to your legs as possible before rising upward with your arms out and stretched backwards until just before you could lose your balance. It was a typical morning routine; a good cigarette, black cold brew coffee (that you made yourself because that shit is expensive to buy at the grocery store) and deep limb stretches.

You looked at your cellphone to find way too many notifications and put it back down not wanting to deal with anyone so early (well, early for you). It was nice to work odd hours because all your friends with normal jobs never cared when you didn’t get back to them right away. You had to be a social butterfly and confident-flirty (i.e., dance naked) at work so when you weren’t at the Star Room you didn’t feel much like socializing. Your friend Micah would be coming over later with wine along with a few friends who were bringing weed and pizza. You socialized, just not all day.

After a quick shower you went to buy a few groceries and get a bottle of vodka in anticipation of your friends coming over. You weren’t gone from your apartment too long but by the time you returned and stepped off the elevator to your floor there were boxes and furniture blocking you from getting to your apartment. It appeared you were getting a new neighbor.

You rolled your eyes and spoke loudly toward the door that was propped open with a table, “Hi there! Excuse me!” You waited for a moment and tried getting a look into the apartment but there didn’t seem to be any movement so you decided to pop your head into the door and take a look.

There were boxes and furniture everywhere. A large bookshelf was pushed against the wall in the living room and a couch faced the window.

“Hello! Anyone here?” You shouted into the apartment.

Nothing.

Finally you just decided to move the things out of your way so you could get to your door. You lifted the box at the top and set it down in front of your neighbor’s door, then you pulled the larger box at the bottom back a few feet so you could walk around it and make it to the other side.

You hopped over the metal stool and maneuvered next to the box and just as you were about to move past it you heard a man’s voice, “Hey! Sorry! The movers I hired just dumped my stuff in the hallway and left after I paid them. I’ll get everything moved out of your way as soon as possible! I’m so sorry!”

You watched the man as he explained everything and you found it funny how worked up he was, though you knew it was stressful moving anyway. But more than noticing how worked up he was you noticed that he was hot. Really hot. He was tall and he had short brown hair that was thick and looked soft, he had gorgeous green eyes, and a deep voice that sounded British. He was in a t-shirt that fit his frame well, showing off a toned and broad chest, and tattoos were scattered over his arms. And to top it all off he had glasses on. He looked smart and sexy. Hot.

“Oh! It’s okay!” You laughed and turned so you could lean over his stool to shake his hand, “I’m Y/N. I live next door.” You tipped your chin toward your apartment.

“Harry. I live… here.” He gestured to his door and began to chuckle and that’s when you saw his dimples. Oh, you were going to be fucking your neighbor. Harry was too cute not to test out.

“Where are you from? You know what? Never mind, you’re busy. I’ll leave you to it. I don’t want to be a bother.”

You smiled and began to turn when Harry spoke again, “You’re not a bother! I mean, I am busy and I want to get all this shit into my apartment so… but like,” he scratched at the back of his neck keeping his eyes on you, “maybe I’ll see you around soon.” He shrugged and grinned sweetly.

“Definitely! And, ya know… I’m having a few friends over later on, around 8 or 9 tonight. Some drinks, a little weed, pizza… if you’re done with what you need to get done tonight you should come over.”

Harry’s eyes widened ever so slightly at your casual mention of weed and he was curious about what kind of person you were. Not that he thought people who smoked weed were bad, but he had some assumptions and opinions on weed use. He had never partaken; he was a scientist after all and needed to focus on his work. Weed would only slow his mind down and could hinder his research and effort.

But as strict as Harry was with his lifestyle choices, he was still a man and you were a very pretty woman inviting him over. He wasn’t great in social situations but you were going to be his neighbor and at the very least if he accepted your invitation he would have a good idea of what kind of neighbor you’d be. It’s a win-win situation for him, long term.

And there could be the smallest chance that you are into him and maybe you wouldn’t mind that he was completely inexperienced in bed. Well, inexperienced was putting it mildly. It wasn’t that Harry wanted to be a virgin, it’s just that he’d been very focused on his research for the last few years and he never really put much effort in to dating. Then when he started going on dates and meeting new people he just never felt much of anything for any of them. There was one girl he liked a lot but when she found out that he’d never eaten a girl out before she ended things right away (they were making out and she gave him his first blow job but when it was his turn to reciprocate, he explained his lack of experience and asked her to guide him but instead she kicked him out). So that put him off dating. He decided to just let nature take its course. But nature had been slow and Harry was starting to feel like he was missing out.

“Sure! Don’t see why I couldn’t make it over for a bit. Should I bring anything?”

Harry was so polite and eager. You loved him already, the cutie. “Nah, just bring your handsome face and that should be plenty.”

You winked at him and waved as you finally made your way past the large box and back to your apartment.

You put the vodka in the freezer and the groceries away. And then you proceeded to shave yourself smooth, put your favorite cream all over your body, check your stock of condoms, put on your sexiest little thong and thin white dress that was a little short, a little see through, and body skimming, but not too tight. You wanted to show off a little in front of Harry and hopefully have him in your bed by the end of the night. He seemed very sweet and excited.

At the same time you were prepping yourself for the possibility of having Harry balls deep inside of you later on, Harry was busting his ass moving his stuff into his apartment and internally freaking out that you called him handsome and then winked at him.

He realized that sometimes people could tend to be flirty naturally and that it might have meant nothing, or maybe it was more of a kind gesture to create familiarity, and comfortability. But there was also the chance that you were telling him you found him handsome, as an invitation of sorts. What was he to do with this information? Just play it cool? What if it meant something though? What if him playing it cool backfires and you think he doesn’t like you and he missed the chance to see where it could lead because he was too in his head and playing it cool.

Yes. Harry is an over thinker. This is why he generally avoids social situations so he doesn’t have to deal with thoughts like this and navigate other personalities. But he hates that he avoids these situations because it’s a big part of why he’s never gotten laid. And he really wanted to get laid.

At 8 pm sharp, there are three distinct knocks at your door. You find Harry at standing in the hallway, looking as fuckable as he did earlier. “Come in…” you gesture into your apartment and he steps in. He smells very clean like he’s just gotten out of the shower.

You lead him to the living room that’s open to your kitchen.

“Sit wherever you’d like. Can I get you a drink? I’ve got some beer, vodka. A little rum… mmm… and juice and sparkling water.”

You look over your shoulder as you plate the chips and put the dip in the center waiting to see what Harry would like.

“Uh, here… let me get it! I can just, grab it myself since you’re busy…” Harry quickly crosses the room to the kitchen and stands near you.

“I think maybe a beer is fine. In your fridge I’m guessing?” He reaches toward your refrigerator.

You nod as you lift the chip tray, “Yeah, just in the door. There are two kinds so whichever you like. And glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the fridge if you want one.”

Harry reached into the door and grabbed a Modelo, lifting it toward you, “S’fine like this. Thank you. Uh, do you want me to do anything?”

He followed you to the small table as you set down the chips and dip. You laughed, “No! Just relax big guy. You’re probably tired. There’s not much for me to do anyway. I’ll join you in a couple minutes.” You wink at him and you swear you see him blush.

And he was blushing. He kind of liked when you called him big guy. Made him feel manly. He sat down on your couch and looked around. Your place seemed tidy. You had plants and art, a stereo cabinet with speakers, a receiver, a turntable and a good amount of records at the bottom of the cabinet.

Harry popped the tab on his can of beer and took a sip. You had a balcony with tall sliding glass doors that overlooked the interstate like Harry’s. There were twinkle lights draped over your balcony railing and a small sitting area with a table. Harry got up to check out the balcony, he didn’t have much time to see the view from his own. He opened the door and walked onto the metal flooring. There were cars heading North and South, lights coming from the North in the Loop where office buildings were still lit, concrete bridges and overpasses, and other condo buildings.

Harry took a seat in one of the chairs and noticed you had an ash tray full of cigarette butts. He sat his can down and just then the glass door slid open and you appeared, sitting next to him with your vodka soda.

“The summers in Chicago are so nice. I love sitting out here when it’s nice enough. Not the best view but it’s still a view.”

Harry looked at your face and then lowered his gaze quickly to your neck and then over your dress. He gulped and moved his eyes back to yours. He hadn’t noticed how sheer your dress was and that you appeared to not be wearing a bra when he first arrived.

You watched as he quickly glanced down at your attire. He seemed nervous. You figured another beer and he’d settle a bit. You had just met after all.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, it’s nice, though. I kinda like it.” Harry looked out over the railing and licked his lips before taking another sip of his beer. You sipped your drink at the same time.

“I imagine you’ve got the same view. Probably same layout too. I’ve never been in your apartment. The people who lived there before never invited me over.” You pulled a cigarette out to smoke but before lighting it you stopped “S’it okay if I smoke?”

Harry looked at the cigarette you had poised in between your fingers and shook his head, “Yeah. Of course. Go ahead. It’s your balcony. Your apartment.”

You lit the stick and pulled at the filter, inhaling the hot smoke into your lungs before blowing it from your lips away from Harry.

“That’s a bad habit you know. I’m sure you’re aware of how unhealthy that is for you.” Harry noted, watching you smoke the cigarette.

You frowned and cocked your head, “Yes. I am aware, thank you. But I like it.” You inhaled another puff before turning your head to blow the smoke out.

Harry shrugged realizing it wasn’t his place to tell you that but he kind of wished you’d listen to him. He knew the dangers of smoking and how addictive it was but you were an adult and most people didn’t appreciate lectures about how smoking was bad, not to mention a complete waste of money.

You sighed and watched as Harry continued looking over the balcony into the distance. You decided to put the cigarette out. He was right, and also, you sort of wanted to get on his good side. You could tell he wasn’t much for conversation so you needed to carry this if you were going to get anywhere with him. You decided to turn up the charm a little bit.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t smoke. Gross habit. It’s probably why I’m single still.” You bate him.

Harry looks at you and his brows raise for a split second before he furrows them.

“Mmm… maybe. Seems like a bad reason for someone not to want to date you, just cause you smoke.”

You laugh, “Yeah, I guess so. What about you, Harry? Got any bad habits or secrets that keep you single?” You we’re hoping he’d let you know if he was available or not.

Harry coughed and looked down at his lap. Bad habits? Yes, plenty. Like not being able to turn his brain off to get a proper night’s rest most of the time. Or like putting work and research above everything else, including eating and socializing. So much so that he was still a virgin.

“I guess you could say that. Who hasn’t got any bad habits.” He laughs and displays his cute dimples again. He’s not taking the hints you’re dropping. You need to take it further. Harry seems oblivious.

You stand up from your chair and lean over the railing looking down and then back at Harry. He’s looking directly at his feet, not daring to be caught looking at your body under your thin, sheer dress. This frustrates you a bit. You hoped you could get his attention on you but it didn’t seem to work. You turned so you were facing Harry, leaning your bottom against the railing.

“So, where are you from? Don’t sound like you’re a Chicago native.” You chew at your bottom lip as you watch his face soften when he begins to speak.

“From Manchester, U.K. Moved to Los Angeles last year and then had an opportunity to do my research at Northwestern University as a fellow under one of the best biochemistry science professors in the country. So, here I am.” He grinned and then looked down at his shoes again.

“Wow. Impressive. So, you’re into science… biochemistry? Are you wanting to be a professor?” You were genuinely curious.

“I’m about to get my doctorate when my research gets published. I’m a scientist, just lack the final degree and the technical title. I’ve worked in labs and universities for my research for years now, and I get paid for it.”

Fuck. A scientist. You’d ask him more about that later. You had no idea about what biochemistry was. Now, though, you were ten times more intrigued by him and wanted him in your bed even more.

“I like your shirt, Harry. And I agree.” You chuckled. He looks down at his shirt and puffs out a breathy laugh, plucking the material out as he reads aloud the words printed along the fabric, “Women are smarter.”

He looks at you finally and smiles, nodding, “Technically it’s a true statement. For example, studies show that most men overestimate their IQ, while most women underestimate theirs. Therefore, in that context, men are not as smart as they think they are and women are smarter.” He snorts and laughs, “Now, the real question is are women smarter than men? That’s impossible to quantify but I think all signs point to yes.”

You watch him give his short speech and you realize he’s kind of funny without trying to be. He’s cute if not a bit awkward.

“Good answer, Harry.” You keep your eyes on him and move to sit back down next to him. He watches you as you sit.

He’s odd, you think to yourself. But you like him so you tell him, “I like you. Kind of quirky but cute. Do you have a girlfriend, Harry?”

He blinks a few times and appears to be confused before answering, with a shake of his head, “No. Never had much luck in that department.”

“Why do you think that is? You seem like a catch as far as I can tell.” You were just going to lay it on now. Tell him you found him attractive and make a move if he seemed into it. You took another sip, keeping your eyes on his.

“Uh… well, it’s kind of a bit of a story but, essentially I’m just not great in social settings. I devote most of my time to work.” He sips his beer and keeps his eyes on you.

You reach out and put your hand on his forearm, “Well, you don’t seem that devoted to work. You’re here at my place aren’t you? I’m glad you’re here, Harry.” You squeeze at him and then let go. Hoping he somehow gives you something.

Harry was feeling the lingering warmth of your touch on his arm and it had his heart throbbing in his ribcage, “Yeah, that’s true. Figured it would be important to get to know my neighbor.”

Harry wasn’t dumb or oblivious. He just didn’t know how to answer your questions without saying something dumb. Truly, he would have preferred to have been more charming, and responded to your subtle flirts and comments with his own witty responses but he lacked that skill.

“Mmm… yeah. It is important to get to know your neighbor. I’d like to get to know you better too. I think it’ll be nice having you as my neighbor.”

Harry nodded and smiled as he looked down at his lap. He was getting nervous. He tried to calm himself, but it was hard when he wasn’t used to small talk with a pretty woman. He wanted to impress you but didn’t want to seem like he was bragging.

“You’re a little shy.” You reach your hand out and ruffle his hair a bit getting his attention back on you, his green eyes finally meeting yours again. “But that’s okay. I like you. I think it’s cute.” You dropped your hand and picked your cup up to take a sip.

Harry was simply reeling at your touches, “Uh… thanks?” He breathed out a laugh and felt himself getting turned on, his face heated. Having you put your fingers his hair and dropping these telling hints was all it took. He was easy to turn on.

“You’re welcome.” You laughed. He was painfully awkward but you were determined.

“Hey, am I coming on too strong? Or are you just not aware that I’m trying to hit on you?” It was time to cut the shit. You wanted to get to it and have him aware of your intentions.

Harry just stared at you for a moment, appearing in shock before clearing his throat and finally speaking with his heart pounding, “No! I like it. Umm… I’m sorry about my behavior. I’m not great with small talk and I don’t know how to navigate this kind of thing very well.” He gestured between you and himself.

You mimicked his gesture and smiled, “This kind of thing? Like someone hitting on you?”

He nodded and gave you a brief grin, “Yeah. Clueless.”

You set your cup down and titled your head, “That’s okay. I have enough clues to last a lifetime. I think you’re really attractive and interesting, Harry. I’d be up for having you stay after my friends leave tonight if you want. No pressure.”

You needed to be very direct with him, it seemed. And you could certainly be direct.

Harry coughed a rubbed his palms over his thighs and then pinned his eyes back to yours. He took a deep breath to get up the nerve to say what he’d say next, “Yeah. Okay.” He knew it was pathetic, how nervous he was, how he didn’t know what he was doing.

You smirked at him and laughed lightly, putting your hand over his, “Hey, look at me.” You leaned forward to meet his gaze and he brought his eyes back to yours.

“I’m not going to bite. I just want to get to know you and you’re cute and kind. If you’re uncomfortable it’s okay. We won’t do anything if you don’t want.”

Harry did want to do things, though. But he needed someone to guide him. Someone who wouldn’t laugh about him being a virgin. He’d only kissed three women in his life (romantically), had only ever been given one blow job, and had never even touched a pussy. Sure, he’d watched plenty of porn but that absolutely doesn’t count toward experience.

“I’d like to do whatever you want. I just…” he paused and cleared his throat, preparing himself to give his spiel about how he was inexperienced. He’d practiced it, especially for moments like this, not that he had many opportunities, but now he has the chance, “I’m not very experienced, though. I need to be shown what to do. So, if you don’t mind that I’m…” another deep breath and a quick mental push to spit it out, “… a virgin, then I will stay.”

You just stared at the attractive man with the sharp jawline and couldn’t believe what you’d just heard. A virgin? A real-life virgin? You blinked a few times, not knowing exactly how to respond right away.

“Unless your invitation had nothing to do with sex, then never mind! I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean to be presumptuous…”

You leaned across the table and grasped the back of his neck and pulled him in, pressing your lips to his. Just a sweet and soft kiss, a few little pecks at the corner of his mouth, and then you released him.

“That’s exactly what I meant. Sex. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want but I’ll be more than happy to guide you. Only if you want.”

Harry was still reeling from your lips on his. It’s been a while since he was kissed and he suddenly wanted more but he needed to contain himself.

“Okay. Yeah? Really? You don’t mind? I always feel like a burden.” He touched his lips as he spoke, which you found adorable.

A man as attractive as Harry being a virgin and asking to be guided through the process seemed like a dream. You’d sort of always wanted to corrupt an innocent man, not that you’d really be corrupting him, he wanted it. You just didn’t know if he wanted to lose his virginity or not.

“I’ll show you whatever you want to know.” You placed your hand over his thigh and squeezed and watched as he looked down to where your hand was. He looked up at you and his eyes searched your face.

“Okay.” He breathed out deeply. His breath had picked up, he was breathing a little harder and you smoothed your hand up toward his crotch but not touching him there. You saw that he was either sporting a bit of a natural bulge or he was already plumping in his pants. Poor guy. He was probably desperate to get laid. A virgin, and he looked like this?

“Okay.” You responded with a soft smile.

When everyone arrived it was a bit of a full house. Your apartment was small and Micah brought five people over. She was only meant to bring three. It wasn’t a problem really but you were concerned about Harry’s social battery. Two of the people Micah brought you’d never met before and one of the two, Dale, was obnoxious and kept hitting on you.

You were okay most of the time, and able to dodge the guy. You introduced everyone to Harry, and Micah’s cousin Petra was eyeing Harry hard. You, Petra, and Micah all worked at the Star Room together. There was a part of you that wished you could just make everyone go home so you could have your way with the dark-haired man with tattoos up his arms.

You and Micah went to the balcony to smoke a joint and much to your chagrin, Dale followed.

The three of you passed the joint around and chatted, slowly feeling the soft buzz of the THC fog your brain and dry your mouth. You zoned out what was being said between Micah and Dale and turned to look through the sliding glass doors and saw Harry sitting at the end of your couch with Petra sitting in his lap. Harry was bright red and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you walked past Dale to go back inside and save Harry.

You stood in front of the pair and pointed at Harry, interrupting whatever Petra was saying, “I need to borrow the man you’re trying to molest.” You laughed.

Harry was quick to move himself, causing Petra to lose her balance and remove herself from him. You grabbed Harry’s hand and brought him down the hallway and to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. Harry thought he might be in trouble from you.

“Are you okay?” You ask him with caution in your eyes, keeping his hand in yours.

Harry nods and grins, “M’alright. Just didn’t expect for her to sit in my lap. Wasn’t trying to be sneaky or anything.”

You shook your head and laughed, “I didn’t think you were trying to be sneaky, Harry. I just didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed. You seemed flustered. But maybe you liked it? Having a pretty woman in your lap. I mean, looks like you enjoyed it.” You motion to the clear bulge of an erection under his dark jeans and his eyes go wide.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Y/N, I kind of had one before she even sat in my lap. From you, though. Not that Petra isn’t pretty but it was already there and then she sat in my lap and that just didn’t help matters.” He scratched the back of his neck.

God you couldn’t wait to put him out of his misery. “Aww… poor thing. You’ve just been hard for me all this time?”

Harry quirked an embarrassed smile and nodded, “Sorry.”

You stepped closer to him and brought both hands up to his chest and slid your arms over his shoulders, “Don’t be sorry. I like that you’re hard for me. I’m gonna take care of you when they leave, but until then, are you going to okay or do you need a break? You can come to my room anytime you need. In fact, if you need to take care of this,” you pressed your hips to his, being sure to rub over his bulge with your thigh, “I’ll give you some privacy.”

You could see Harry throat jump as he swallowed, “No. No. I’ll be okay. Maybe I’ll just get some water or I don’t know…”

“How about a puff of weed? That’ll relax you.”

Harry said no at first, to your offer of weed. He followed you out of your bedroom and out to the balcony where you refreshed his beer. Dale came out to the balcony with you and Harry and you smoked a little more weed.

“You don’t smoke weed? Missing out man. This is pretty good shit.” Dale inhaled and passed you the joint.

You watched Harry as he shifted a little while you took a drag. He kept looking at Dale, who was standing too close to you.

You handed the joint back to Dale and he moved himself in front of you and placed his hand on the exterior wall directly behind you, half caging you in.

Harry stood up straight and you saw that now his brows were furrowed as he watched Dale crowd you.

“This is a nice apartment. You must make pretty good tips at the club. Was thinking of going up there next time you work.”

Just as you were about to speak and move away from Dale, Harry grabs onto his shoulders and nudges him away from you a few inches, “Give her a little space mate.” Harry keeps his eyes on you and you smile at him, really not expecting him to step in like that.

“Who are you again? You fucking her or something?” Dale scoffs and turns to look at Harry as he speaks.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business. Just give her some space.” Harry and Dale are facing one another, and Dale is pretty high so you’re not too worried about this escalating but you don’t like Dale’s attitude.

“Nah, man. If she wants space she’ll tell me herself. Plus, she’s a stripper and you know how they like attention…”

Harry’s expression changes for a split second as he darts his eyes to you and then back to Dale. You didn’t want him to find out you were a stripper like this. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed by it but people tended to have an assumption about strippers and you wanted to tell Harry in your own time.

“I’m not sure how that gives you the right to crowd her. Come on, Y/N. Let’s go inside.” He grasps your hand and opens the sliding door, pulling you in with him.

You’re genuinely surprised by Harry’s demeanor and a bit impressed. Harry on the other hand, is feeling possessive a little and he wants to display his claim over you. He knows you’re not his but you did give him a promise of something to look forward after all your friends leave and that’s enough for him to act as if he can remove you from a guy who’s standing too close for his liking. He’s also never been in a real relationship so this seems like a natural move to him.

You and Harry stand near your kitchen area and you start to see a little more than just an attractive guy who’s probably super smart. The way he’s standing tall and very close, blocking you from Dale’s view at the angle he’s positioned seems a touch territorial. And you like it. Not to mention how he confronted Dale in the most direct way, going so far as to put his hands over Dale’s shoulders to physically move him away from you.

Harry looked down at you and then over his shoulder, as he put a hand onto his hip and bent his elbow outward like what animals do when they make themselves bigger to scare away anything who tries to take something of theirs. Harry may have never had sex before but he was seriously the jealous type.

When everyone finally left and the apartment was quiet you locked your door and went to your kitchen to pick up a bit. Harry was already busying himself with putting things away and rinsing dishes. Which, if you’re honest, is like the hottest form of foreplay there is. And it was hot because Harry wasn’t doing it for that reason. He was doing it because he was genuinely nice and wanted to help.

Things looked pretty good. There wasn’t a lot of mess since everyone mostly used plastic disposable cups that were tossed in the trash.

Harry’s broad shoulder and we’ll built back we’re stretching his white t-shirt a little and you wanted to rub your hands along his shoulder blades. You leaned next to him and smiled at how deep in thought he appeared to be.

“Thank you for helping. You don’t have to do that, Harry. I can take care of it tomorrow.” You watched as he rinsed a glass and placed it in your dishwasher.

“It’s the least I could do. You’ve been a nice host.” He closed the dishwasher and stood up straight.

You took a step toward him gently took his hand, “Come on, Harry. It’s late already and I think we have a whole lot of things to cover tonight.” You pulled Harry behind you toward your bedroom. You were starting to feel your own nerves bubble up. You had no problem taking the lead in the bedroom but Harry was a virgin and you wanted to do this in a way made him look back fondly.

You closed the door after Harry stepped into your bedroom and turned to face him. He was standing with his arms hanging heavy by his sides, eyeballing your bed and then turning to face you. This was really happening. Harry didn’t know what to expect but he was excited. He was nervous, but you made him feel comfortable.

“Just so you know… I don’t care that you’re a dancer. Dale was a prick for saying it like that. Um… just didn’t want you think that…” Harry swallowed; he was really having a hard time keeping calm. And his choice of small talk to soothe his nerves wasn’t helping.

You can tell right away that he’s struggling so you close the space between your bodies, and you put your arms over his shoulder looking up at him, “Thank you, Harry. For dealing with Dale the way you did. I really appreciate it. And I’m sorry that’s the way you found out that I’m a stripper.” You backed away and grabbed his hand, leading him toward your bed, “Sit.” You gesture to your mattress.

You both sit down next to one another while you turn so your knees are pointed at Harry and you place a hand on his thigh, “So, you obviously work out. You’re busy being a scientist and you exercise in your spare time?” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Harry was well built. There was no way he didn’t work out, at least a little hard for his physique.

Harry looked down and nodded as he laughed, “Yeah. Four days a week, an hour and half each session. Nothing special.” He looked at you.

“Can I kiss you now, Harry?” You drew your hand up his thigh further and leaned toward him as he nodded.

Harry turned to face you and without being prompted he put his arms around your waist and pulled you toward him. It caught you off guard a little but of course you didn’t mind it. You pressed your mouth to his and began to softly kiss his pinks lips. Harry began to open and close his mouth as he returned the kiss. He seemed eager but his lips didn’t feel inexperienced on yours. He was gentle and slow but pressed into your mouth enough for you to understand his intentions were to take this further, that he liked it.

When you introduced your tongue to his lips he opened his mouth and flattened his tongued, allowing you to lick over his. You nudged Harry a bit and released your mouth, “Scoot up so your back is to the headboard, and I can sit in your lap and face you, kiss you like that. Does that sound okay?”

Harry nodded, his pink lips swollen and wet from kissing you. He scooted himself further into your bed and sat with his back to your headboard. You climbed up to him and straddled his legs with your thighs before sitting yourself flat over his lap, pressed as closely to his body as you could be. You returned your arms to over Harry’s shoulders and brought your hands up to put into his hair at the back of his head, pushing your lips back to his.

The kiss was gentle and sexy. You and Harry licked at each other and moaned as you made out. His lips were so nice to kiss and you felt your heart rate increase moment by moment. You began to gently roll your hips over Harry’s lap and you felt him hard under your thigh. A nice solid bulge that you could tell was rather sizeable. You couldn’t wait to see him without his clothes.

So you leaned back, your lips making a smacking sound as you parted from his lips. You reached down to pick up each of Harry’s hands in yours and you pulled his hands up so they were on your body. The thin fabric of the dress wasn’t doing much to hide his warm hands on your skin. You could feel him begin to gently squeeze at you. You pulled his hands toward your breasts and guided his palms to cup you.

Harry’s jaw was slack. His gaze went from your eyes to where his hands were and then back up to your face. It was like he couldn’t decide where to focus. You continued rolling your hips over him as you spoke, “Can I take these off?” You removed your hands from his and brought them up to the frames of his glasses.

Harry nodded, “Sure. Probably don’t need them for this.” He chuckled.

You slid his glasses off his face and folded the temples of the frames at the hinges before placing them on your bedside table. You noted the brand, Gucci. You hadn’t expected that.

Harry still had his palms over your breasts when you pushed your lips back onto his. Without you needing to guide him, he slowly brought both palms down over your sides and then down to the tops of your hips and squeezed. His palms were large and you loved how they felt on you.

You leaned back to speak, “I’m going to slip my dress off really quick, okay? Do you want to help me?” You made sure to give him eye contact.

Harry smiled and swallowed, “Yeah.”

You shifted a bit, lifting your bottom and pulling at the hem of your dress bringing it up over your bottom and then you sat back over him firmly, now your small thong was the only thing covering your pussy. Harry was well aware of this fact too. He put his hands where yours were at the bottom hem of your dress and he helped you pull the material up and over your head.

You tossed your dress and watched as Harry’s facial expression changed quickly from shock, to amazement, and then to something animal. The man was dying for intimacy.

He suddenly leaned in and had you tilt back at his force, so he could kiss your breasts. You closed your eyes at the feel of him on you. He wrapped his lips around your left nipple first and sucked in hard. It stung a bit, in the best way. You opened your eyes to watch him and to your surprise he was looking up at you already. He was watching you to find out what you needed and wanted. Harry was clearly a quick learner and probably already had some idea of what women liked. And that was true. Harry had read enough about women and their bodies (both academic and opinion pieces) as well as watched porn with real couples having sex. He might have never done this before but he could pick up some clues from the things he’d learned.

After Harry had given your left breast a good minute of his time, he moved over to the right one, repeating what he’d just done. He closed his eyes this time, suckling at you and licking over your breast in wonder.

You clasped your fingers into his hair to lift him up and you both looked at one another for just a moment. You were going to tell him what a good job he was doing but just as you were going to speak Harry shifted under you, grasping your hips, and tilted you down to put you flat onto your back, your thighs still draped over Harry’s.

He moved from his position and lifted you by your hips to push you down the bed a bit as he climbed in between your legs and then rubbed his hands up to your hip bones and then over your tummy.

Harry was freaking out but he knew what he wanted and he had a good idea of what you wanted, to some extent. He was going to have you guide him through cunnilingus. He’d never had the chance to do it and his mouth watered at the thought of getting to taste you and smell you up close.

“Do you want cunnilingus? I can do whatever you want, just tell me how you want it.”

You looked up at the man and you were in awe. Your mouth involuntarily parted at his words. That was the sexiest sentence you’d ever had uttered to you before, especially since it was coming from Harry with his deep voice and British accent.

“Mmm… yeah, definitely. First, I need you to take off your shirt and pants. You can take off your underwear too if you like or leave them on. Whatever makes you most comfortable.” You wanted to see him. Harry was hot and you just knew he looked great naked.

Harry kept his eyes on you, dark pupils taking over the green irises. He grabbed the back collar of his shirt and pulled it off over his head and then he knelt up and undid his belt. When he began to unbutton his pants he chuckled and looked at you with soft eyes, “M’not wearing any knickers, so just gonna…” he didn’t need to finish his sentence when he pulled his pants down and shifted himself to pull them off his legs, dropping them to the floor.

You weren’t one for dramatics when it came to trying to make someone feel good about their appearance. You’d generally throw out a good compliment here and there but with men, you tried not to feed their egos too much. But this was different. Harry’s dick was worthy of your praise and attention. Beautifully heavy, long, thick… it was the ideal dildo-sized kind of penis. The one that’s bigger than average, and longer too, but not so big that it’s monster-sized and hard to handle. Though, he was closing in on being a size too large for you. You knew well what you could handle and this one was going to give you a run for your money.

“Y’okay? Is this alright?” Harry seemed concerned. You moved your eyes from the cock of perfection up to his dilated eyes and nodded quickly.

“Ooh, Harry. I’m more than fine. I just needed a second to take a look at you. That’s a very pretty cock you have.” You breathed your words out, as you looked back down to his dick, “I am honored that I get to be the first to experience it.”

That was music to Harry’s ears. He liked this, being told his cock was pretty. He was well aware that he was larger than average. He’d just never had the words spoken to him by a woman before. He trembled a little at the praise and watched you as you licked your lips with your eyes on his penis.

And then there was Harry’s body. Of course he had tattoos over his chest, on his hips, some on his legs, a tiger on his thick and muscular thigh. Some dark tattoos scattered over his arms… but the way he was built. He was in better shape than you were and your job consisted of you working out naked in front of people for hours on end. But here Harry was with his broad shoulders and wide chest, lean torso with indents where you were able to make out his six-pack. His pecs were well defined and the hairs scattered over his chest were masculine and attractive.

You pushed yourself up, keeping your elbows back behind you, “Okay, so… Just start by maybe kissing over my pussy a little. Get the feel for it first. I’m gonna take my panties off though, okay?”

Harry was fast to put his own fingers into the band of your thong before you did, “Can I?” He looked to you with soft rounded eyes.

You smiled at him and nodded, “Be my guest, Harry.”

He kept his eyes on you at first, you noted. As he began to remove the fabric from your lower half. But when he finally did look down to your center he let out the smallest groan and continued staring at your little crease that was already shiny from your own arousal seeping out.

You were aroused for him and that just made Harry feel like he was going to lose his mind. Your body was already preparing itself to receive Harry’s penis. It made Harry’s stomach twist in delight.

When your panties were gone Harry adjusted himself in between your legs and did as you told him. He started with a small kiss right at the top of your mound. He took in a deep breath for both his own nerves and to smell you. He always wondered what pussy smelled like and now he was getting to smell one. Yours. And you smelled nice. It was a light smell, but it smelled earthy, real, musky… He kissed your slit again and again until he got the feel and settled into a comfortable position. You bent your knees and spread your thighs apart for him to give him access but then Harry reached around, under your thighs, causing you to angle your hips up a bit. He pushed your knees up over his shoulders, and then he gave you an open mouth kiss this time. He repeated a few times and then you felt him graze your clit and you moaned.

Harry looked up at you and duplicated what he’d just done to get that reaction from you again. When you groaned and looked down at him his eyes were on yours. You watched him lick at your clit, and then he looked down to the spot that had you moaning. He removed an arm from under your thigh to thumb over you, “This feels good here?” He watched your face as he dragged the pad of his thumb over your clit in circles.

“Yeah… how did you? Fuck, that feels good,” you spoke out in a breath as he continued rubbing you.

Harry smirked and licked his lips, “The clitoris. I’m supposed to try and focus right here. Unless it’s too sensitive for you. I’ve read some women don’t like it as much, but most do.”

You nodded and laughed out in disbelief at this man, “Yeah… I really like it. So that’s great. You’re pretty much a natural at this Harry. Just keep touching and licking my clit. You can finger me if you want too. Like push a couple of fingers inside of me.”

Harry got right back to it. Thumbing over your clit and attaching his mouth to your entrance. It was gentle and nice. Harry was a determined man and this was a good thing for you to be on the receiving end of.

Then Harry switched where his thumb was and slid a finger down through your crease, spreading you apart to take a look at your hole. He plunged his middle finger in and watched his entire finger disappear. He pulled out and then pushed back in, the sound of your arousal sticky and wet.

“Feels good, Harry. You can put in two fingers and like, curl then upward, up toward my tummy.”

Harry followed your instruction, inserting a second finger and curling, dragging his fingers in and out slowly, watching your pussy take his digits in and then how wet they were when he’d pull them out.

He looked up at you and adjusted his fingers until you bucked your hips up and he felt like that was a good sign. He replicated his motion and you groaned and smiled at him. He was good.

“Now, you can lick over my clit while you’re fingering me like that. Even kind of gently suck on it, kiss over it. That always feels so good. MMmmm… yes… okay, just like… oh my god…” Harry was quick to follow your directions. He did as you said before you finished your sentence.

Now Harry was feeling in a good rhythm with you. His fingers hitting something inside of you and his mouth over your clit in the way you asked for. He kept closing his eyes but he’d open them to watch you every few moments. He couldn’t lie and say his jaw wasn’t starting to hurt a little but he felt the ache would be worth it if he could make you come.

It did take a while too. At one point you even pushed at Harry’s head so you could give him a break, try something else if he needed, “Do you want me to suck you off now? Or do something different. You’ve been down there a while.” You laugh out.

Harry frowned and shook his head, “Was hoping to get you off like this. If you need something different, then I can do whatever you need.” His face was slick with your arousal and you knew you could come like this with what he was doing, you just didn’t want to overwhelm him. So you let him continue because he seemed to really want to. You didn’t need to rush anyway. You’d let Harry give you an orgasm with his mouth so he could add that to the notch in his belt.

You grasped onto Harry’s hair when you felt yourself start to tremble. Harry’s mouth was slurping at you and giving your clit just enough pressure that you could feel your orgasm begin to make its way through your body.

When Harry felt you quiver under him he looked up to see that your mouth was hung open and your eyes were closed tightly. Your groans egged him on. He could feel something shifting in your demeanor. Perhaps you were about to come. He licked and sucked and lapped and slurped, continuously moving his fingers in and out of you how you liked.

“Ouuhhhhhh…” you moaned, “Fuck… Harry! God!” You clenched your jaw as you finally came, relief pouring from your veins as you gyrated your hips and rubbed your pussy over his face, your hands in his hair, pushing his mouth into you harder.

Harry loved it. He loved giving head. This was something he’d want to try with you again. He continued lapping at your clit with his eyes on you as you appeared to calm down a bit. You released his hair and pushed him away, too sensitive at that very moment for more.

Harry sat up and smoothed his hands over your thighs and watched as you breathed and kept your eyes closed. You were a beautiful woman. He liked your pretty breasts and soft thighs, your little wet pussy that smelled so good, and your slender fingers that pulled at his hair when you were coming…

When you opened your eyes to look at Harry he was sitting back on his ankles and searching over your body with his eyes. His large dick, hard, neglected.

You cleared your throat, “You get an A for that. Made the teacher come on your first try.” You laughed.

Harry smiled at you, one side of his mouth quirking up further than the other, “I’ve got a great teacher. Can’t take all the credit.”

You sat your self up and brought your hands up to Harry’s chest, leaning up to him to kiss him again, your tongue smoothing over his. You could get used to this with Harry. He was so sensual and a great listener. Plus, being so smart he was obviously going to remember the things you’d taught him. He was already quick to pick up things without being told, you could only imagine how much better he’d get with more practice and direction from you.

You brought your palm down to Harry’s thigh and moved back a tiny bit to speak, “Can I touch your pretty cock, Harry?” your lips brushed over his as you asked.

“Yes.” He was quick to respond, pressing his lips back to yours as you slid your hand between his thighs and in toward his balls, grazing over them lightly, then slowly brushing up over his shaft to his tip. Harry paused his lips and breathed out a puff of breath against yours at the feel of your hand on him.

You wrapped your hand around him and stroked gently and then released his cock to wipe your palm over your wet center to gather your own natural lubricant to use on Harry. You didn’t stop kissing him the entire time. Harry was eager in returning open mouthed kisses with small flicks of his tongue to you.

When you placed your hand back around his shaft and began stroking he moaned and his lips paused again. You didn’t mind the break as you kept gliding your hand up and down his length. Harry started to rock into your hand as you slid your fist downward.

“Do you like this, big guy?” You spoke, your lips brushing over Harry’s.

He nodded and opened his eyes to look at you. He couldn’t believe that this awful day turned into a day he’d never forget. Your small, warm hand over his dick felt so much different than when he did it himself and being with another person like this is so much more fun.

You and Harry stared at one another while you pumped his heavy prick. Now you wanted him down your throat. You wanted to make him come with your mouth and then make him come again after he recovered with your cunt.

“Have you ever had a blow job, Harry?” You asked him directly. You had no idea how much experience he’d had. He didn’t go into detail with you.

Harry nodded, “Yes. Just one time.” He pulled his lips into his mouth and looked downward toward the edge of the mattress. You could tell he was struggling with feeling embarrassed about his lack of experience.

“Mmm… well then, I was thinking, if you want, I can give you a blowjob. I wanna put your pretty cock in my mouth, make you come down my throat, and get my mouth and throat stretched out by your big… pretty… cock.” You kept pumping him as you watched his expression. He was convinced you came from a dream.

“Yes.” He breathed heavy imagining what you’d look like with his cock in your mouth. His head was spinning but then he remembered something, “Um, y/n?”

You slowed your hand down and got onto your knees as you were about to get into position, pausing, “Yeah?”

“I am probably going to come, like super, embarrassingly fast, ehm… and I kind of wanted to have sex with you. If you want!” His eyes widened.

You brought your hands up and placed your palms flat on his chest, “I want to have sex with you, Harry. Absolutely. I would like to have sex with you after I give you a blow job. I want to make you come, and then you and I will lay here together and talk a little, get to know one another, maybe kiss, and touch a little, and then once you’ve recovered and you get hard again, we can have sex and you’ll last a lot longer after you’ve recently had an orgasm, so it’ll be even better for me that way too.” You wanted to be sure to explain it plainly to him.

Harry smiled down at you and nodded, “Okay.” He was excited to feel you on him in any way you’d give him, but he knew he was going to come fast. Eating you out had nearly done him in.

You moved yourself between his legs, pushing them apart for your access. Harry leaned back against the headboard and watched as you worked your mouth over his thighs and pecked your lips up his hips. You looked up at him and Harry groaned softly as his cock twitched at the way you looked in between his legs and you weren’t even touching his dick.

You decided to put him out of his misery. The poor guy needed some attention now. So, you slid your hand to palm over his cock and you lifted him toward your mouth. Spitting over the tip, you looked up at him, and he had his eyes closed. He couldn’t look or he’d come too fast. He wanted to enjoy having your mouth on him for at least a couple of minutes. So, he couldn’t look. Not yet.

You smoothed your saliva down his shaft and smiled to yourself about how nice this was going to be. How good you were going to make him feel.

You kissed the very tip of his cock because it deserved one, it was so pretty, “Harry, I’m gonna put you in my mouth now. If you want anything specific from me, just tell me. You can hold onto the back of my head if you want,” Harry opened his eyes and looked down at you, “…push me down over you, not too hard, but put pressure on the back of my head if you want me to go deeper or just to hold me in place. If you want me to massage your balls or suck on them, tell me, otherwise, I’m just gonna go for it and start slow. Okay?”

Harry nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his mouth watering at the notion of being sucked off by the beautiful woman sat between his legs.

You swiped your tongue over him and then lowered your mouth down as far as you could comfortably go on the first pass. Harry’s cock was wide and it would be a lot to take all the way. You weren’t sure you could. But you knew you could give a good blow job regardless.

With your tongue dragging up and down the underside of Harry’s cock, your lips wrapped tightly over him, and your cheeks hollowed as you sucked on him, Harry had to close his eyes again. He began to moan out in shaky breaths.

You sucked and swiped your tongue around Harry, bobbing your head and attempting to get him deeper. You looked up at Harry and his neck was straining. Suddenly he put his hands in your hair and bucked his hips with a grunt.

You lowered yourself down and sucked on him hard. Harry was moving his hips in rhythm with your mouth. You bet he’d probably enjoy fucking your mouth one day. Maybe next time you’d encourage him to do it. But right now? Harry was about to come, you could tell he was nearly there.

With everything in you, a deep breath, and eyes closed, you went down over him further and felt him nudge the back of your throat, causing you to gag lightly and swallow around Harry’s frenulum.

“Ahhh… uhhoooww…” Harry breathed out and moaned at the feel. He really liked that. But even as good as it felt, he looked down at you in worry when you gagged but as far as he could tell you liked it because you didn’t pull off and you continued doing what you were, gagging lightly over him. You were purposely doing it and it felt so fucking good for him.

When you looked up at him again, this time his eyes were on yours. The sight of your eyes looking up at him with his cock in your mouth as you gagged when he bucked his hips was his ending.

His eyebrows shot up and his mouth hung open as he groaned and felt his orgasm pour out of him and down your throat.

You gagged and coughed over Harry’s cock as he came, but you stayed over him and continued working him as he orgasmed, swallowing him down and humming.

When Harry finally stilled and his dick stopped twitching, you removed your mouth and sat up between his legs. His eyes were heavy, and he had a small grin on his face.

“You taste so good, Harry. I could do that every day.” You climbed next to him against the headboard and cuddled into his side, draping and arm over his stomach.

Harry put a hand over your arm and pulled at you so you’d be even closer, with a smile still on his face. He hummed and closed his eyes, “I know this isn’t going to be that great of a compliment because this is only the second time I’ve been given head, but that was the best head I’ve ever had.” He laughed and you smiled and nuzzled into his chest lightly. He was so fucking adorable.

You two laid quietly for a bit, resting and recovering. You were also glad for the small period between orgasms. You were looking forward to fucking him, but a little break was good.

Eventually you and Harry began to talk a little. You told him about living in Chicago and how long you’d been in the city, he told you more about his biochemistry research and his life back in London. You learned that Harry didn’t have a drivers license but that he had a bike to get around. You told Harry about your hobbies and interests and a little about the club you worked at.

“Are you sure you don’t want a puff of a joint? I think it’ll help you relax a little, plus, and you might already know this, it makes sex feel so incredible. Your senses are all heightened and it’s just so so good. I mean, you don’t have to. But I kind of want to have a little and thought I’d offer.”

You sat up and looked at Harry. He did seem more relaxed now that he’d had an orgasm, but you wanted him even more comfortable. He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath looking at you, “Sure. Okay. I’ve never smoked weed before so… Just a small bit.”

You quickly got out of your bed and left your bedroom in search for the joint. You walked through your apartment naked and plucked the joint from your coffee table and grabbed a lighter before going back to your room to Harry.

Climbing up to the bed with a big smile on your face, you settled yourself right back next to Harry, your knees angled toward him and nudging into his side as you lit the joint and breathed in the substance.

You handed the joint to Harry and watched him as he copied your actions, inhaling as the tip reddened and the combusted material was breathed into his lungs. He coughed immediately. Hacking a little and leaning forward to catch his breath. His face got red and he coughed some more. You chuckled and patted his back.

“You okay?” You leaned your head down to keep your eyes on his face as he continued coughing.

Harry cleared his throat and smiled, coughing again, and then looked back at you, “I’m okay. That wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. Hurts going down the throat, though.” He grasped his throat and grimaced before laughing.

When Harry’s lungs had mostly recovered you two sat back again and you smoothed your hand up his chest as you continued light conversation.

“So, why didn’t you have any underwear on? Do you usually go commando?” You giggle, feeling the buzz from Sour Diesel strain you’d just smoked.

And Harry was really feeling the buzz. He was super comfortable and relaxed suddenly. He couldn’t ever remember a time in his life where he’d felt so chilled out. Ever. He blinked his eyes looking at you as you asked him about his underwear situation and he smacked his lips, feeling a bit parched before speaking, “Yeah. I don’t like underwear. Not to brag or anything, but most men’s underwear are quite restrictive on my package and so I have to buy a special brand for more, larger sizes, and they’re quite pricey so mostly I just go without.”

You nodded and slid your hand down his torso toward his dick. You brushed your fingers over his soft skin and looked up at him with your hand petting at him. Even flaccid, Harry was impressive. You really loved the way his dick looked. You were tempted to give him another blow job.

Just as that thought popped into your head Harry turned to look at you and he angled his body toward yours. Putting a hand up over your hip, he skimmed his fingers up your smooth skin, and then back down over your hips, chancing to go a bit lower over your bum.

“Can I go down on you again? Just for like a little bit? I can really feel the effects of that joint and I have a sudden urge to taste you once more.” His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were dark pink.

You nodded quickly and Harry moved away from the headboard and climbed in between your legs, pulling at your thighs to move you flat onto your back.

And just like the first time he did it, he started with a small kiss at your mound, but unlike the first time, he knew exactly what you wanted and honed in on your clit pretty quickly. He mostly just gently licked at you for a bit. Keeping his eyes on you as he flattened his tongue and swiped his tongue up and down your slit.

You got wet after only a few minutes of Harry’s tongue over you. And it felt so good being high and getting licked on. You grabbed your tits and squeezed as you moaned.

“Oh god, Harry. You are so good. Oh my god…” you panted.

When Harry felt you were wet enough he plunged two fingers into your opening, making sure to get the angle correct and then he began to sip at your clit again, wet sounds coming from his mouth and your cunt.

When you began to tingle and feel lightheaded you sighed and groaned and looked down at Harry, eagerly working over you with his lips and his fingers.

“Hhh… Harry? Hold on, there…” You pushed at him so he’d stop. He lifted his face to look at you, fingers still knuckles deep.

“Are you hard? Do you feel like you’re ready now? Or do you need more time? I’m kind of desperate to feel you inside of me.” It had been about thirty minutes since Harry orgasmed and he was definitely hard and ready now. He nodded quickly at you.

You sat up, causing Harry’s fingers to slip away and he knelt up from his position. It was then you saw his erection.

You cooed at him and smiled, “Oooh… you are ready. I have condoms. And… I think I’m gonna need just a little bit of lube for this too, you’re a big guy.” You wink at him as you slip off your bed to grab a condom and your bottle of lube.

Harry watched you move around your room naked with his lip bit and then looked down at himself, fully thickened. He was so horny again already and even though he wasn’t feeling as sensitive as when you’d given him a blow job, he was still worried he’d come too fast for you.

You climbed back onto your bed toward Harry and perched yourself in between his legs as you lifted the condom.

“Have you ever put a condom on? I know you haven’t had sex, but maybe you’ve tried putting one on before?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, out of curiosity. S’been a while, though. Think I could probably figure it out.” He reached for the packet and looked at you for a second before sitting upright and gently tearing the foil to remove the rubber.

He took a close look at the condom and then settled it firmly over the tip of his cock and began rolling it slowly down his shaft. His eyes went back up to yours, almost as if to gauge your reaction to make sure he was doing it correctly. And of course he was. Getting a condom over a dick wasn’t rocket science but sometimes it could be a bit of a hassle, but Harry seemed to understand the mechanics easily.

Once Harry’d gotten the condom over his shaft as far as it would roll down, you climbed up into his lap, straddling him and planted a soft kiss to his lips.

Harry reached around your back and pulled you in to his frame tightly as he pushed his mouth onto yours in return.

Harry was naturally a good kisser. He was eager but didn’t take it too far. He used a little tongue and his lips were soft and unhurried. Harry was already a very good lover, very giving and very patient.

When Harry slid his hands down your back and found your ass your eyes popped open. He made a bold move on his own, and even though he’d made a few bold moves without prompting, it still surprised you a little bit. But then when he squeezed and pulled you hard toward him and your cunt smushed itself against his condom-covered cock you gasped.

This was really happening. You and Harry were both on the same page. You were both excited and nervous but in the best way. Harry for finally having the chance of feeling the inside of a pussy, of your pussy specifically, and you for getting to ride such a pretty cock, attached to such a pretty man.

When you felt it was time to move forward, when you couldn’t take not having him inside of you any longer, you leaned back and placed your palms on his chest.

“How do you want to start? Do you want me to lie down on my back and you can control the pace that way? Go in as slowly or quickly as you like?” You bite your lip in anticipation and at the way Harry is looking at you, it’s making your head spin. He’s so attractive and so sweet. You wouldn’t be surprised if he made you fall for him completely.

Harry breathes out and nods, “Yeah, okay. But I only want to do what you like. So, if you prefer a different position, I’m okay with anything. I’ve obviously not got a preference just yet. I think any way is going to be my favorite.” He softly laughs.

With your lip still bit and your hormones in full bloom you press your hands over his thigh and lean up to give him another kiss before laying back, spreading your legs apart. Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off you anymore, unlike earlier in the night when he felt bad for looking. Now, you were inviting it and he was going to commit to memory all your parts; your curves, your freckles, the dip of your belly button, your lips, and hair, everything.

“I just want it to be good for you, Harry. This is your first time. I think you’ll like trying it like this first. We can always explore other positions another time.”

Harry thought he could faint. Not only were you so sexy and kind, but he was also about to lose his virginity to you. He wasn’t actually concerned about the virginity part. Virginity was pretty much just a social construct anyway. He wasn’t trying to hold onto it or preserve it. He just wanted to have sex.

“Okay. Just tell me what you like and I’ll do it. I want you to come again too.” He looked into your eyes as he spoke, leaning over you, situating himself so his cock was parallel with your cunt. You nodded and smiled at him, reaching up to cup at his cheek. He was so good, so thoughtful. You were pretty sure this was the most fun you’d ever had with a man during sex and you hadn’t even had his cock inside of you yet.

“Yeah? You want me to come on your cock? You want to know what it feels like to have a woman’s cunt squeezing at you as you bring her to orgasm? Hmm?” You tease him with a grin.

Harry nodded and swallowed. God did he want that.

You reached out to grab the lube and Harry gave you a little space as you drizzled the liquid into your hand. You looked up at Harry as you reached for his dick and smoothed the lube over his condom and swiped the rest over your opening to make it easier for him to enter you. Snapping the cap shut you tossed the bottle and looked back up at him with a smile.

“Whenever you’re ready, Harry. All you have to do is just push your penis inside of me and then I think the rest is mostly self-explanatory.”

Harry nodded again and looked down at himself and grasped the base of his cock, pressing his tip to your entrance. He looked up at your eyes and pushed upward, moving his cock a little so it nudged at your clit and then and then he looked back down and sat his head over your entrance again, “Okay. I’m gonna… are you okay?” He was more worried about you than himself in all honesty. He just wanted to be good for you.

You nod and smile, “I’m very okay. I think you should fuck me now, Harry.” You wiggled yourself so your opening was draped over the tip of his cock and Harry watched as he held himself up to you and slowly pushed past your entrance. He couldn’t take his eyes off the view. You were so pretty, and the way your little pussy spread open to accommodate his girth was incredible. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He’d never forget this picture.

And you could feel your pussy being spread for him as he slowly inched his way inside. You watched his face as he watched where he was pushing into you. You moaned softly at the feel and how much he was stretching you. You lifted your hand up to cup his jaw with your mouth dropped open. He felt so good already.

Harry quickly brought his eyes up to yours when he felt your fingers over his jaw, “Feels okay?” he panted out as he spoke.

You nodded, “Yes…” you breathed out your words in a little whine. You both kept eye contact for a bit as he continued his excruciatingly slow entry. You’d let him go as slow as he needed. Especially at first. This was his first time. You wanted him to feel it how he wanted to feel it. And he certainly could feel it. Of course the condom was a slight hinderance to how much he could feel but he was thankful, in a way, for the barrier. Not only because he didn’t want to spill his come inside of you, but because it would help make him less sensitive overall.

You kept your hand at his jaw and your eyes on his. His hair fell a bit into his face and you could tell Harry was enjoying this moment as much as you were.

When he’d gotten himself in as far as he could get he let out a shaky breath. He looked down where you were connected and noted how he still had a few more inches to go but he was met with some resistance at this point, “I don’t seem to be in all the way. Is this comfortable for you? This is kind of like as far as you can take me?” He looked up to your eyes and you leaned yourself up a bit so you could look and shook your head with a smile.

“You’re a bit longer than average, Harry, so you’re gonna have to work me open a little bit more before I can take you all the way. Shouldn’t take too long. Just start moving in and out a little, whatever pace feels good for you. Once you do that I’ll be able to accommodate you a little more and you’ll be able to be fully inside of me. It might just take a minute.”

It made sense. Harry realized your insides were quite malleable and if your body could adjust to pushing a baby from this canal, you could certainly adjust to taking his cock whole with some time. So he nodded and got to work.

Your legs were spread, knees bent, with your feet flat on the mattress. Harry began thrusting in and out, slowly at first. He kept a careful watch on you to make sure you were okay. But his slow thrusts felt so good in his body. He grunted as he picked up the pace and felt his body heat up. His chest began to flush and you soon began to lift your hips upward toward him each time he drove into you.

“Fucking so deep inside of me, Harry. You’re doing so good. My pussy feels good…” You can feel him getting deep into it. His body has the natural inclination to rock in a steady pace. Both of your bodies moving together on your bed, Harry rolling his hips into you, pressing deep into your cunt and your hips bucking up toward him.

Harry suddenly dips down to press his lips onto yours, his hips still rocking in and out of you. When he wraps his lips around your mouth you moan and butterflies fill your tummy that’s being nudged into with his tip at each thrust. You love how sensual and attentive he is to you. You’ve never had a man give you so much attention before and during sex. Harry had exceeded your expectations fully.

Harry loved it when you spoke dirty things to him. He wasn’t sure he could really return the dirty sentiments but he wanted to keep communicating with you so he could find out what to do and what you wanted.

With his thrusts becoming deeper, he could tell you were opening up a bit more for him, just like you said, “Feels like I’m deeper now. Is that good?” He had trouble keeping his words steady with the movement of his hips and how delicious you felt around him.

You smiled at him and brought your hands down to his ass so you could pull him closer. You spread your legs further and nodded, “Mmm… Harry you feel so… oh my god. Yes…” and that was really as much as you could convey as he dipped deeper in yet. Your wet pussy was slippery and his cock fit snugly inside but the way he pushed into all your parts and how your walls were being moved aside for his length felt more than good.

You whimpered when he began smacking into you, now completely filling you to the hilt.

“Uhh, uhh… ohh… like that…” you nodded as encouragement for him to keep up the cadence he was at. Your toes were already beginning to curl and your head felt in the clouds at his long cock reaching so far into you.

Harry was feeling how you wet you were and he could see that he was finally able to plunge himself into you completely, “I’m all way inside, like this.” He sharply snapped his hips into you when he said like this and you both grunted at the feel, mouths hung open.

“Yes you are. So big. Making me so full.” Your words were breathy and Harry’s thrusts were getting sharper. He was going quite hard actually, but fuck it felt good, even the slight sting from how far he reached into you felt yummy. You wanted his cock like this all the time.

“S’it too big? S’that feel good.” Harry’s shaky words were strained. He knew you felt good, the confirmation was in how wet you were and the sounds coming from your mouth each time he impaled you, the way you moaned or grunted, the slick sounds from your bodies.

“Mmm… almost too big, but it fits just right and feels so fucking good like this…” you whimpered your words. You didn’t feel like you were being fucked by an inexperienced man. Not at all.

And Harry was pleased by your words and how you enjoyed it. He also remembered how the clit was integral to sex for women, so he slowed his hips and leaned back a little to position himself so he could put his fingers on your clitoris.

With his knees bent and thighs spread a little, he pulled you up toward him further and rocked into you sitting up while you were still on your back. He licked his thumb and then pressed it over you and stroked your clit as he watched your face, “Like this? Feels good?” He needed constant confirmation, but you weren’t upset about it.

You nodded and watched him in amazement. Your face was flushed, and your chest was rising and falling rapidly in lust. He did everything just as he was meant to. There was no question to you about how good he was in bed. He was a natural, completely open and attentive. You weren’t going to let this be the only time he fucked you. You wanted to see what else he could do.

Your bed began to creak under the force of Harry’s thrusts and you choked out your moans each time he dipped into you. Harry’s own moans were getting louder. He couldn’t decide where to look. Your beautiful face, your bouncing tits, or your pussy that was spreading open for him each time he pushed in.

He fucked into you in a way that was only possible due to his strong physique. You’d had sex with big and broad men before but some of them never worked out and they’d grow tired too fast. But Harry was in excellent physical shape, and he didn’t seem tired at all. He was working his hips into you with such indulgence and steady pace that you knew would have you coming. Not to mention that he took initiative to include your clitoris in the action.

You couldn’t speak any more, and Harry wasn’t able to form any coherent sentences because his mind was becoming fuzzy as he felt his orgasm bubble through his guts slowly. He didn’t think he needed anymore confirmation from you anyway. He could tell you felt good. The room was silent, barring the wet slapping and patting noises from your bodies, along with the squeak of your bed that moved in rhythm with Harry’s deep thrusts.

You breathed out a long moan when your orgasm began to roll over your center and spread over your thighs and up to your belly. Harry felt you begin to shake lightly, your thighs convulsing slightly. He felt your cunt squeeze around his condom covered dick and he closed his eyes to hold back his orgasm. He knew you were about to come and this would do him in so he needed to focus to give you an orgasm first.

Harry rolled into you harder and continued petting over your clit with the pads of his fingers, applying the perfect pressure for you. You were so wet, dripping down over your ass, soaking the sparse dark hairs that were scattered around the base of Harry’s cock. You held onto your comforter, your fists balling up the soft fabric as you were getting pounded into by this supposed virgin. You half wondered if that was his schtick. To get girls in bed with him. But that thought was wiped away when you began to come and you opened your mouth wide as you moaned into your room.

“Fuck… ff… Hharry! Right the… ohhhhh…” Harry groaned at how harshly your walls pulsed around him. He tried, he really did but he couldn’t hold his own orgasm back. As you were coming around him he released into his condom with a breathy call of your name, throwing his head back and stilling his hips so he was plunged into you as far as his balls would allow.

Moments went by. Your orgasm was incredible. Harry gave your wet clit just enough attention and his cock was magic inside of you – just filling you up and pressing into anything and everything inside of you that mattered.

Harry was in a state of complete high ecstasy. He’d had plenty of orgasms in his life. But having an orgasm inside of a beautiful woman who was also having an orgasm around him was like he’d leveled up in life. How had he allowed himself to go so long? His work was the most important thing to him and he loved it, that would never change, but now that he’d had sex, he knew this would be something he wouldn’t want to deny himself any more.

You opened your eyes and Harry leaned down over you to drop his mouth to yours. He pressed soft kisses to your mouth and you opened your mouth and kissed him back, wrapping your legs around his low back, crossing at the ankles to hold him close. Harry rocked into you one last time, still seated firmly inside of you and you moaned.

He lifted his head and smiled lazily at you, “Was it good? It seemed like you had an orgasm, unless you were faking to make me feel good…” he narrowed his eyes at you.

You giggled and smoothed your hands up his back, “I didn’t fake a single thing. Harry, that was really good. I almost don’t believe you’re a virgin. That was too good.” You bite your lip as you look at the handsome man hovering over you.

Harry’s laugh was so sweet and it gave you goosebumps just hearing it, “Well, I’m not a virgin. Not now anyway.” His cheeky grin grew wide and his adorable dimples made their appearance, “I swear I was a virgin before today.”

You laughed and nodded, “Okay then. Well, you are better in bed than maybe anyone I’ve ever slept with. That was fucking really good. You are very good.”

Harry stared down at your face and looked over your features. He didn’t know what to do in this moment but he was feeling quite confident and very happy, and quite hungry as well, “Can I have some more pizza?” he blurted out.

You laughed and nodded, “Of course. There’s tons leftover. Feeling the munchies?” You were feeling a bit hungry too.

Harry nodded, “Guess so. That explains it,” he smiled as he sat back, your legs falling from him. Harry kept his hands at your thighs and then looked up at you with a sudden thought, “Unless you need me to go. I don’t need to stay if you would like me to leave. I’m sorry…” his confidence suddenly faded at the idea that he was overstaying his welcome.

You sat up and smiled softly, once again, gently caressing over his jaw, “Please stay. In fact, it would be nice if you could stay the whole night. If you want. I’m not ready for you to leave yet. And maybe we can do it all over again in the morning? Or in the middle of the night even? Try different positions, find out what you like.”

Harry could cry. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He hoped that you’d want him to stay the night so he could know what it felt like to hold you and wake up next to you and experience the fabled morning sex that he’d heard was so good (though he couldn’t imagine that morning sex would be any better than the evening sex he’d just experienced). Now that he’d had sex, he wanted to have it more often. Not at that very moment of course, his natural refractory period already taking place. He nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

You felt a touch giddy at the fact that Harry wanted to stay the night and that you’d have another go with him. You were excited to get to know him and you felt that this could be a good friendship, if not more. You wouldn’t get ahead of yourself but you knew deep down that you’d be begging for him to fuck you often, and could probably even wind up falling for him. You could easily fall for him.

But right now, it was time to eat pizza.

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