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hoshifighting · 4 months

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The Perfumist

Synopsis: As Joshua, a master perfumist with an uncanny ability to blend scents that tell stories, joins forces with Y/N, a bold and ambitious businesswoman, their collaboration becomes a journey into uncharted territory. Beyond the aromatic world of fragrances, an electric chemistry begins to simmer between them, like an intoxicating perfume that lingers in the air.

Word count: 4.8k

Reader! Businesswoman, Joshua Hong! Perfumist

Warnings: smut, joshua dom for a while, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), penetrative sex, smacking, unprotected sex, overstimulation, exhaustion, biting, hair pulling, etc.

Y/N, a successful businesswoman with a thriving beauty empire, found herself on a quest to create the next iconic fragrance for her brand. After much research and countless recommendations, she heard about Joshua Hong, a renowned perfumist whose creations were whispered to be nothing short of olfactory masterpieces.

Determined to make her vision a reality, Y/N contacted Joshua and arranged a meeting at his prestigious perfumery nestled in a charming corner of the city. As she drove up in her sleek imported car, the anticipation of the meeting ahead filled the air. Y/N, dressed in a chic ensemble that mirrored her business prowess, stepped out of her car and left the vehicle in the hands of the valet.

Entering Joshua's establishment, the delicate chime of a bell announced her arrival. The perfumery, with its exquisite crystal bottles and intoxicating scents, captivated her senses. The air was alive with a myriad of fragrances, each telling its own story.

Little did she know, Joshua was watching her entrance with keen interest from behind the counter. His sharp senses instantly caught the alluring notes of her fragrance—sweet, velvety, and sensual—creating an invisible trail that left an indelible mark on the air. He couldn't help but be intrigued by the mysterious woman who had just walked into his world.

As Y/N approached Joshua, his eyes met hers, and he couldn't shake the enchantment that her presence brought. With a warm smile, he extended a hand in greeting.

"Welcome, Y/N. I've been eagerly anticipating our meeting," Joshua said, his eyes reflecting genuine interest.

Y/N, impressed by the ambiance of the perfumery and the charisma of the perfumist, reciprocated the smile. "The pleasure is mine, Joshua. I've heard so much about your talent, and I believe you're the one who can bring my vision to life."

Joshua, ever the observant perfumist, couldn't resist a bold statement, "I must say, your choice of fragrance is impeccable. I couldn't help but identify it the moment you walked in."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "You guessed it on the first try?" she exclaimed, a mixture of amazement and curiosity in her voice.

Joshua chuckled, "It's my job to understand and appreciate scents. Yours, however, is truly exceptional. I can't help but wonder if it's a reflection of the woman who wears it."

The second visit to Joshua's perfumery was a delightful continuation of their collaboration. Y/N couldn't help but admire the delicate bottles that adorned the shelves, each holding a promise of olfactory enchantment. The soft glow of the ambient lighting added a touch of magic to the air. As she explored the fragrant haven, Joshua appeared from behind the shelves, a smile playing on his lips as he greeted her. "Y/N, I'm delighted to see you again. How 'bout we hit up the workstation?”

Y/N reciprocated the smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Absolutely, Joshua. I'm eager to be a part of the process."

Joshua gestured for her to join him at the workstation, where vials of concentrated fragrance and meticulously prepared ingredients awaited. As they began the process of diluting the concentrated fragrance into the solvent, Y/N couldn't resist a playful comment, "I'm just thankful I didn't have a bout of rhinitis today. Imagine sneezing and ruining the masterpiece!"

Joshua chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yes, that would have been a tragedy. You might have missed out on some exceptional elements I prepared just for you."

Their banter infused the air with a light-hearted energy, and Y/N found herself drawn to Joshua's warmth and charm, as they diluted the concentrated fragrance in the solvent, the chemistry between them became palpable. Joshua made sure Y/N was involved in every step, explaining the significance of each ingredient and the artistry behind the blending process. It was more than a collaboration; it was an intimate dance of creativity.

As they worked side by side, Joshua, ever the attentive perfumist, ensured she was an active participant in the process. His forearm brushed against hers, and he couldn't help but feel a subtle electric charge between them. In a moment of shared laughter, as they bottled the fragrance, their hands worked in harmony, and the tension between them seemed to intensify. The subtle exchange of glances, the proximity of their bodies, and the shared laughter painted the perfumery with an atmosphere of undeniable connection.

Joshua, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, held small testers close to Y/N's nose, inviting her to experience the evolving fragrances they were crafting together, her fingers instinctively wrapped around Joshua's forearm as he presented a particularly captivating fragrance. The touch was fleeting, but the connection felt profound. Joshua, in turn, felt a surge of warmth coursing through him.

As the weeks passed, Joshua and Y/N's collaboration on the fragrance project became more than just a professional endeavor — it blossomed into a shared passion that drew them closer each day. Today marked the culmination of their efforts, and as they stood before the finished masterpiece, a sense of accomplishment and anticipation hung in the air. With a warm smile, Joshua asked her to wait for a moment. He disappeared behind the counter, returning with a small bag adorned with a beautiful bow. Handing it to her shyly, "I wanted to give you a little gift, something as a token of gratitude for this incredible job we've shared."

Curiosity danced in Y/N's eyes as she carefully untied the bow and opened the bag. Inside lay a breathtaking glass bottle, a true work of art. The bottle was a delicate crystal, intricately designed with swirling patterns that caught the light in a mesmerizing dance. The stopper, adorned with a silver crest, added a touch of elegance to the piece. Y/N's fingers traced the contours of the bottle, marveling at its beauty. "Joshua, this is stunning. What is it?" Joshua grinned, his eyes filled with pride. "Open the tap and try it yourself."

She opened the tap, and a fragrant mist enveloped her senses. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. A smile lit up her face. "This smells amazing, Joshua!" He chuckled relieved, his gaze fixed on her. "It will smell even better on your skin, I promise. I made sure the fragrance absorbs well into your skin."

Gently taking the bottle from her hands, Joshua guided Y/N's hair back with utmost delicacy. She tilted her head back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. The vulnerability of the moment was palpable as he, with a gulp, admired the view before him. With a careful hand, Joshua sprayed the perfume, letting the fragrant mist settle on Y/N's skin. A sigh escaped her lips, and a delighted smile graced her face. He had poured his creativity, passion, and affection into crafting a fragrance that was not only a work of art but a personalized gift for her.

Joshua, still caught in the enchantment of the moment, looked at Y/N with sincerity in his eyes. "Y/N, this fragrance is one of a kind. No one else will have a perfume like this because it was crafted specifically for you."

Y/N's eyes widened with surprise and appreciation. "Really? That's incredibly thoughtful, Joshua. I can't believe you put so much effort into making something so unique."

"Whenever you wear this, remember that it's a scent that belongs to you and only you. A fragrance born out of creativity and the moments we've spent together." He says holding her hand.

Y/N smiled, clutching the bottle close to her heart. "I will cherish it always, Joshua. Thank you for creating something so special for me." A surge of gratitude and affection compelled her to express her feelings. With a soft smile, she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Joshua's cheek. His heart fluttered at the unexpected gesture, and a warmth spread through him.

As Y/N began to make her way toward the exit, she turned back to Joshua with a twinkle in her eye. "See you at the perfume launch, right?"

"Of course!" Joshua replied with enthusiasm. The prospect of showcasing their creation to the world, and seeing Y/N again, filled him with anticipation.

With a final smile, Y/N left the perfumery, leaving Joshua standing amidst the scented air, still savoring the warmth from her kiss. As the door closed behind her, he let out a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through him. He couldn't help but marvel at how a project that started as a professional collaboration had transformed into something more. The simple act of Y/N's kiss on his cheek had awakened emotions he hadn't anticipated. Joshua couldn't suppress the grin that crept onto his face as he gave a small slap on the wooden counter, the sound echoing through the perfumery.

[…]

The night of the perfume launch was aglow with excitement and elegance. Y/N stood in the midst of the store, where the air was alive with the mingling scents of their creation. Guests admired the exquisite bottles displayed on elegant tables, sharing compliments about the unique and captivating fragrance. With a glass of champagne in hand, Y/N found herself scanning the crowd, her eyes searching for the one person who had become an integral part of this journey—Joshua. The room was filled with a buzz of conversation, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, but her attention was focused on finding that man with beautiful eyes and a breathtaking smile.

"Looking for someone, darling?" a soft voice whispered near her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Y/N turned, and there he was—Joshua, looking dashing in a well-tailored suit, his eyes reflecting warmth and his smile as captivating as ever. A surge of joy and relief washed over her.

"Joshua!" she exclaimed, a genuine smile lighting up her face. "You made it!"

He nodded, a twinkle in his eyes. "Himself."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness as Joshua joined her side. Together, they stood amidst the celebration of their collaborative effort. The store, adorned with the fruits of their labor, was a testament to their shared creativity and the journey that had brought them to this moment.

As they mingled with the guests, sharing stories of the perfume's creation and accepting compliments with humility, Y/N and Joshua couldn't help but steal glances at each other. The air was charged with a shared sense of accomplishment and a silent understanding of the connection they had forged.

[…]

The event had come to a close, and the salon was now quiet, its walls echoing the laughter and conversations that had filled the air earlier. Y/N, exhausted but exhilarated, took a moment to herself in front of the mirror. She smiled at her reflection, appreciating the effort she had put into presenting herself for the evening.

As she lowered her head, taking a deep breath to alleviate the fatigue that had settled in her body, Joshua's voice, low and warm, broke the silence. "Sorry about saying this just now, but you look stunning..."

Y/N looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, not turning around. "You're still here?" she inquired, her gaze shifting to the empty street visible through the large windows.

"Oh! Sorry, should I go? I just wanted to make sure to say goodbye to you, properly" he replied.

"You can stay. Don't worry about it," Y/N reassured him.

Joshua walked closer to her, and she observed him through the mirror once again. He stopped when his chest was almost pressed against her back. "So... goodbye?" he asked, looking at her figure in front of him.

She turned around to face him, and their proximity was undeniable. "In a proper way, you said?" she teased.

"Mhmm," he responded, his hand finding her waist while the other cupped the side of her neck. His gaze lingered on her lips, waiting for the courage to take over.

Without further words, he closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against hers. Y/N, surprised at first, quickly melted into the kiss. Joshua held her close, his grip firm yet gentle. A soft moan escaped him as he savored the sensation of her soft lips against his, the world outside disappearing as they lost themselves in the shared moment. Joshua's hand on Y/N's waist tightened slightly, pulling her closer. His other hand, still cradling the side of her neck, allowed his fingers to gently trace the contour of her jaw. Y/N, overcome by the intensity of the moment, responded with equal fervor. Her hands found their way to Joshua's shoulders, fingers gripping the fabric of his suit. The gentle exploration of their tongues became a seamless exchange, a language spoken only between them.

The salon, once a canvas for showcasing their creation, now bore witness to a different kind of artistry—a passionate interplay of two souls drawn together by the magnetic pull of shared longing. Soft sighs escaped them as the kiss deepened, a silent acknowledgment of the emotions that had simmered beneath the surface. Breaking away for a moment, they gazed into each other's eyes, breathless and vulnerable. The reflection in the mirror captured the aftermath of their shared desire, the air around them still charged with the electricity of the kiss.

"I... I didn't plan for that," Joshua admitted, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and longing.

Y/N smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Sometimes, the best moments are the ones unplanned."

He chuckled, his thumb gently brushing over her lower lip. "I suppose you're right." He says touching their lips again.

The intensity of the moment hung in the air as Y/N and Joshua continued to revel in the aftermath of their passionate kiss. A low, involuntary moan escaped Y/N's lips, a visceral reaction to the electric connection between their bodies.

Joshua, his eyes darkened with desire, felt the vibration of her moan reverberate through him. He tightened his embrace, drawing her even nearer, their bodies molded together in a dance of longing. The chemistry between them was undeniable, a magnetic pull that seemed to transcend the physical space around them.

Their breaths mingled, warm and unsteady, filling the silence of the salon. The scent of their perfume creation lingered, adding an intoxicating layer to the charged atmosphere. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as they held onto each other, bodies pressed intimately close. Y/N, with a soft sigh, tilted her head slightly, inviting Joshua to explore the delicate curve of her neck. The tender, vulnerable skin there seemed to beckon him, and he responded instinctively, placing a lingering kiss along the exposed skin. The sensation sent shivers down Y/N's spine, her fingers tightening their grip on Joshua's shoulders.

With a graceful turn, Joshua shifted Y/N, their bodies now intimately close. His chest pressed against her back, and her hips brushed against his in a magnetic alignment of desire.

Joshua's hands traced a slow and deliberate path down the smooth expanse of Y/N's back, his touch sending shivers through her as he explored the exposed skin. The backless dress, a subtle invitation, offered a canvas for his gentle exploration. As his hands reached the lower edge of the dress, he paused, feeling the delicate fabric against his fingertips. With a deliberate and tender touch, he lowered the dress strap, revealing more of her bare skin. The fabric slid down, unveiling the elegant curve of her back and the tantalizing allure of the moment.

In the hushed aftermath of their intimate encounter, Joshua's voice, a low and intimate murmur, broke through the silence. "I could recognize this smell anywhere. It's you," he confessed, his words carrying a depth of connection that went beyond the physical. "This scent is yours, and now, it's etched into every part of me," he murmured.

As the air in the salon crackled with anticipation, Joshua's hands expertly navigated the intricate details of Y/N's dress. With a slow, deliberate movement, the dress found its way to the floor, pooling around her feet like a cascade of silk. The unveiling left Y/N standing in the dim light, her skin bathed in a soft glow, and the air charged with an electric tension.

Joshua's lips, now free from the fabric that had concealed them, hungrily sought the warm expanse of Y/N's neck. As he captured the delicate skin between his teeth, a mixture of pleasure and desire coursed through her, causing her to arch slightly against him. “Ah, Joshua!”

As he held her close, his touch shifted to her chest, the echo of her moan hung in the air, a melodic response to the tender exploration of Joshua's hands. As he continued to tease and caress. In a breathy whisper, she called his name, the sound a plea and an invitation. Joshua, attuned to her every nuance, looked into her eyes with an intensity that mirrored her own desires. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice a velvety murmur that danced on the edge of anticipation.

Her response was a mixture of vulnerability and longing.

"You," she admitted, her gaze unwavering. The perfume-laden air seemed to thicken with the weight of unspoken promises, and the mirror reflected the mutual hunger in their eyes.

A seductive smile played on Joshua's lips as he heard her desire, and with a promise in his eyes, he decided to give in to the shared longing. "You can have me," he whispered, the words resonating with a raw sensuality. As the room pulsed with anticipation, Joshua began to reveal his toned body with a deliberate slowness. Piece by piece, fabric slid away, exposing the sculpted contours beneath. The dim light in the salon accentuated the lines of his physique, casting a tantalizing glow on the skin that was now revealed.

Y/N watched with hungry eyes, the air between them thick with desire.

With a confident yet gentle touch, guided her to the counter. The smooth surface cool beneath her skin, she arched slightly, her anticipation palpable. The salon, once a stage for celebration, now transformed into an intimate setting for their shared desires. With a controlled urgency, Joshua pressed his body against hers, bending her over the counter. As he felt the subtle movement of her hips, a soft moan escaped Joshua's lips.

His hands slides to her stomach, lowering his touch, with a deft touch, Joshua pushed aside the thin and delicate panties. The material yielded under his fingers, revealing the throbbing and wet pussy, waiting for him. He travels his fingers through her folds, making her neck relax, laying her head on the counter.

Joshua, guided by the unspoken understanding between them, threaded his fingers into Y/N's hair. With a deliberate and slightly rough pull, her head tilted backward, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. His other fingers sliding into her pussy in a fast movement. In response to the unexpected sensation, Y/N's lips parted in an "O" of pleasure.

Joshua, attuned to the nuances of Y/N's responses, felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere as her moans filled the salon. A furrow formed on his brow, a mixture of concentration and desire. As he continued to work his skilled fingers, he couldn't help but be captivated by the sounds of her pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a velvety whisper that hung in the air, a question loaded with a deep understanding of their shared desires.

"Answer me," Joshua's command, accompanied by a tightening grip on Y/N's hair, hung in the air like a potent force, demanding her response.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations coursing through her, Y/N found herself unable to form coherent words, so she nods affirmaly.

She feels a hard slap displayed on her ass, flesh burning at the sensation. “Answer me properly!" The curling of Joshua's fingers added a new layer of sensation, a deliberate move that intensified her pleasure, making her scream gripping the counter tighter.

"Y-Yes" she stutters, her response carrying the weight of submission and arousal.

Y/N, overcome by the intoxicating sensations, found herself unable to contain the urgency in her voice. Her breathless whispers turned into a plea as she begged Joshua for more.

"Please, more," she gasped, her voice carrying a mixture of need and desire. The air in the salon seemed to vibrate with the charged energy of their intimate exchange.

Joshua, reveling in the power dynamics of their connection, looked into her eyes with an intensity that mirrored her own desires. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, his voice a low and authoritative murmur.

Her response, a melodic blend of pleasure and assertiveness, filled the room. “Fuck!.. I want to you fuck me!” she declared, the words tinged with both urgency and a hint of aggressiveness.

Joshua, savoring the dynamics of their intimate exchange, bit his lip with a subtle sense of amusement. "Getting angry, are we?" he teased, a chuckle escaping his lips. The air in the salon held a charged tension, a delicate balance between pleasure and the edge of something more.

Y/N, caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, whined in response. Tears began to roll down her face, a manifestation of the intense mixture of pleasure, desire, and vulnerability that enveloped her. Her pleas became more urgent as she begged Joshua for the fulfillment of her desires. He looks at her situation, arousal already dripping on his fingers, following the way to the floor.

He decides to kneel, spreading her legs, so he can suck her clit, hot tongue flicking the sensitive bud fast. Y/N grabs his hair, screaming his name repeatedly, not being able to hold the knot in her stomach, feeling a wave of weakness washing over her.

Joshua's voice took on a tone of authority as he declared, "You're such a bad girl. I didn't give you permission to cum.” The words hung in the air, laced with a mix of playful scolding and a deeper undertone of dominance. "You're so mean Joshua…”

Joshua, with a smirk, retorted, "And you're mean for teasing me all this time. Did you think I wouldn't notice the touches, the way you let your shirt fall off your shoulder, or those looks you gave me?" His words carried a subtle mix of reproach and amusement. He continued, sliding his dick inside of her slowly. "I had to control myself at max. You're not innocent in all of this… Oh!”

Y/N, caught off guard by the sudden shift, gasped in both surprise and delight. He starts to fuck her fast, the intimate sounds of their connection filled the salon. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin echoed in the space, creating a sensual symphony.

He found that perfect spot that sent a jolt of sensation through Y/N's body. In response, Y/N tightened, her body instinctively reacting to the exquisite touch that sparked an intense surge of pleasure. As the intimate dance of pleasure continued, Joshua, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, couldn't help but let out a whimper. He laid his head on Y/N's shoulder, the vulnerable gesture mirroring the profound connection they shared. Joshua, seeking confirmation, asked, "Is it right here?" In response, Y/N, caught in the throes of pleasure, answered with a mantra of "Yes, yes, yes, yes."

As Y/N turned her neck, revealing her face to Joshua, she met his gaze with an aroused expression, intensifying the connection between them. Her subtle yet deliberate move invited him to witness the raw desire reflected in her eyes. Joshua, captivated by the sight, felt a surge of arousal as he quickened his movements. In response to the escalating pleasure, he couldn't help but moan, the sound carrying a mix of desire and a hint of vulnerability. The salon, once a space for artistic creation, had become a theater for the unbridled expression of their shared passion.

"Please, don't do this to me" he murmured closing his eyes.

Sensing the impending wave of pleasure, he stops keeping his dick deep inside of her, making her knees tremble when she feels the tip of his cock pressing hardly on her g spot. Joshua pulled Y/N's hair with a rough grip. The sudden, forceful gesture was met with a gasp from Y/N, who instinctively sought to stifle any potential scream by taking in a sharp breath.

Y/N responded with a rhythm of tightening and loosening, caught in the throes of pleasure. Joshua, feeling the flow of her reactions, rolled his eyes back in a moment of bliss “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stop doing that, I’ll cum!” He cries.

Her, with a breathless yet commanding voice, told Joshua, "Let it come." Her words carried a mix of encouragement and desire, urging him to fully embrace the impending release.

Joshua, attuned to her guidance, allowed himself to surrender to the oncoming wave of pleasure, moving his hips again. His cum dripping her puffy pussy, while he keep going fast, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, found solace on the crook of Y/N's neck. Tears welled up in his eyes, the oversensitivity taking him, while he motivates himself to bring her own climax.

His fingers plays with one of her nipples, while the other rubs her clit fast. Joshua’s sensitive moans on her ear, made her orgasm take care of her entire body. As Y/N's knees gave way, she felt a rush of overwhelming sensations, and her vision blurred into a sea of white. The echoes of Joshua's voice reached her as if from a distance, muffled by the intensity of the moment. Her body quivered with the aftermath of their shared climax, and she felt a wave of weakness washing over her.

Joshua, sensing her faltering strength, reacted with widened eyes. He held her tightly to his chest, a mixture of concern and tenderness etched on his face. With genuine worry, he called out to her, asking if she was okay and calling her name.

Joshua swiftly reacted, gently sitting her on the counter. He wrapped his arms around her trembling body, cradling her face in his hands. "Oh my god," Joshua murmured, his voice a tender mix of relief and worry. He held her close, the aftershocks of their shared release still coursing through both of them. Y/N, gradually awakening from the profound experience, felt the warmth of Joshua's embrace and the reassurance in his voice. As Y/N gradually regained her composure, Joshua, still holding her close, looked into her eyes with genuine concern. "Are you okay, darling?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of worry and tenderness.

With a weak yet appreciative smile, Y/N managed to muster a soft "Yes." She leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss at the corner of Joshua's mouth, a silent gesture of gratitude for the care and support he had provided. "You scared me," he admitted, a mixture of playfulness and sincerity in his tone. Y/N, still catching her breath, smiled at Joshua. "Sorry, it was just too good," she said, her eyes reflecting a sense of satisfaction and amusement.

As they began to dress, the atmosphere in the salon retained the lingering echoes of their shared laughter and the sweet, velvety notes of their fragrance. Y/N, looking up at Joshua, couldn't help but playfully continue their banter, "Who would have thought a perfumery collaboration could lead to such... discoveries?" Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of playfulness and affection.

Joshua, still savoring the joyous atmosphere, responded with a tender smile, "Life is full of surprises, isn't it?" They shared a moment of quiet contemplation, appreciating the twists and turns that had enriched their journey and deepened their connection. As they finished dressing and the air in the salon began to settle, Joshua, still sensitive to Y/N's well-being, asked with genuine concern, "Would you like to rest?"

Y/N, appreciating his thoughtfulness, nodded with a grateful smile. "Yes, that sounds nice."

Joshua suggested, "My apartment is nearby. We can go there if you'd like."

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sonamytrash · 3 months

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Lust For Life

Levi Ackerman x F!reader

Warnings: Sex, oral sex, fingering, creampie, more sex.

Note: Purely self-indulgent smut. Inspired by Lust For Life by Lana Del Rey ft The Weekend. Song fic, but the lyrics are in a different font, so skip if you like. I left it a little open to interpretation. Levi and reader have been apart for some time, having been in a past relationship. At last reunited they fuck on his desk. Enjoy!

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In these stolen moments,

The world is mine,

There's nobody here, just us together,

Keepin' me hot like July forever,

He reaches out and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, the proximity between the two of you making him feel alive again.

"You were always worth treating well," he says, his eyes locked with yours. "I never wanted to do anything to hurt you."

He leans in closer to you, the proximity between the two of you causing his heart to race. "I still care about you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I always have, and I always will."

'Cause we're the masters of our own fate

We're the captains of our own souls

He leans in and presses his lips to yours, the kiss full of longing and tenderness. All the years you have spent apart, all the pain and suffering, melt away in that moment,

There's no way for us to come away

'Cause boy we're gold, boy we're gold

And I was like

The kiss between you and Levi grows deeper and drips with passion. His tongue explores your mouth and tastes every inch of you. The electric chemistry that exists between the two of you is palpable, each knowing exactly what the other desires. After all, you have danced this dance so many times before. Your bodies entwine together, the heat and passion impossible to ignore. Completely lost in one another.

Take off, take off

Take off all your clothes

Take off, take off

Take off all your clothes

Take off, take off

Take off all of your clothes

His hand finds its way to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily. He moans into the kiss as he feels one hand trailing down his chest, another finding the waistband of his trousers, fingers working on the button. He groans as your hand travels south, caressing his hardness through the confinement of his clothes, the sensation driving him wild with desire.

They say only the good die young

That just ain't right

'Cause we're having too much fun

Too much fun tonight, yeah

One of your hands finds its way back to his muscular chest, having discarded his shirt. Removing each other's clothes, desperate to be as close as physically possible. Years of longing and desire, having been apart for so much time.

And a lust for life, and a lust for life

Keeps us alive, keeps us alive

And a lust for life, and a lust for life

Keeps us alive, keeps us alive

Levi groans loudly as he feels your hand now wrap around his cock, the sensation driving him wild with pleasure. He had missed your touch so much, and now that he's finally here, it feels like a dream. You had always known just how to drive him wild and cloud his thoughts with nothing but you.

He uses his rough hands to caress your breasts, feeling your nipples hardening against his palms. He can feel the wetness seeping through your panties, and he can't resist dipping his fingers down to tease your clit.

'Til we run out of breath, gotta dance 'til we die

You kiss along his jaw and neck, slowly pumping his cock in your hands "Remember the things we used to do together Vi, dirty teenagers fucking like animals everywhere and anywhere." You say seductively, reminding him of the days where he would pull you into an alley or storehouse to fuck you senseless. A wanton moan escapes your lips when you feel those fingers you've missed so, so much.

My boyfriend's back

And he's cooler than ever

There's no more night, blue skies forever

Levi groans as he feels your lips on his neck and the feel of your hands pumping his cock, every touch and moan you bestow upon him, driving him wild with lust.

He can't help but smile at the memory of your wild teenage years, filled with sex and passion. The two of you sneaking around to fuck in the most risqué of places, always craving the feel of each other's bodies.

'Cause we're the masters of our own fate

We're the captains of our own souls

So there's no need for us to hesitate

We're all alone. Let's take control

"I remember," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I could never get enough of you, y/n. And I still evidently fucking can't." He says almost breathless.

And I was like

Take off, take off

Take off all your clothes

Take off, take off

Take off all your clothes

Take off, take off

Take off all of your clothes

He runs his fingers along your slit, the wetness making it easy to slide in between your folds, back into familiar territory. "I want to make you scream my name again," he whispers lustily in your ear. "That was always my favourite sound."

They say only the good die young

That just ain't right

'Cause we're having too much fun

Too much fun tonight, yeah

Levi groans at the feeling of your soft pussy clenching around his fingers, the thought of the sensation around his cock after so long. He loves the way your body sings for him, the way your pussy sucks him in hungrily.

And a lust for life, and a lust for life

Without any more hesitation, he picks you up by the hips and sets you down on his desk, spreading your legs wide open. Kneeling down between your thighs, breathing in your sweet scent before his tongue begins lapping at your wetness hungrily.

Keeps us alive, keeps us alive

He sucks on your clit, fingers playing with your folds as he explores and enjoys every inch of you with his tongue again after so long apart, the picture of you having been etched into memory. The sensation is intense and the pleasure that he delivers almost too much.

"You're so fucking wet," he whispers seductively against your skin. "I've missed the taste of you, y/n."

Levi continues to lick and suck on your clit hungrily, worshipping the temple that is your body. He had missed this so much, missed the feel of you under his tongue, the taste of you, and the sound of your moans as they fill the room.

He speeds up the pace, his tongue working harder while he adds another finger into the mix. He plunges two fingers deep inside of you, working them in and out while his tongue laps at your folds.

My boyfriend's back

And he's cooler than ever

You come undone as he devours your cunt. Arching your back in pleasure as your orgasm rips through you.

There's no more night, blue skies forever

I told you twice in our love letter

There's no stopping now, green lights forever

Levi continues to work his fingers inside of you, lost in the pleasure of making you cum. Desperately trying to resist the urge to hump the air as his cock twitches in anticipation for the heaven he knows is yet to come.

You moan his name loudly, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

He drinks up every drop of your sweet nectar, the taste of you driving him wild with desire. He stands up, kissing you deeply and passionately as he shares the taste of your essence with you.

"You taste incredible, you always do," he coos, hands gripping your hips tightly. "I want to be inside of you so badly. I need to mould this pussy back to the shape of my cock." He says, telling you what he's going to do rather than asking.

You look at him, eyes heavy with lust "Fuck me levi." you pant, your legs open wide and your fingers spreading your swollen cunt for him to see before he stretches you on his cock.

And I was like,

Take off, take off

Take off all your clothes

Levi growls at your words, he positions himself between your legs, his cock hard and throbbing with need as he readies himself at your entrance.

Without warning, he plunges himself deep inside of you, feeling the warm wetness of your body enveloping him in a tight embrace.

Take off, take off

Take off all your clothes

"Fuck" he hisses, almost a whimper. "You feel so fucking good." he grunts, hips slamming hard into your own. "I've missed the feeling of your pussy around my cock like this."

As he thrusts into you again and again, he can feel the pleasure building inside of you once more, your moans becoming louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

"This pussy was made for me."

Take off, take off

Take off all of your clothes

He picks up the pace, gripping your hips tightly, thrusting harder and faster into you as you both become one. The sound of your moans fill the room, your bodies moving together for what feels like eternity.

And a lust for life, and a lust for life

He can't get enough of the sound of you and the sight of you quivering from pleasure, as you cum again on his cock, tits bouncing from his relentless movements, he relishes the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him. With one final thrust, he feels his cock pulsing inside of you as he reaches his own orgasm, hot cum spurting deep inside of you as his cock kisses your cervix.

Keeps us alive, keeps us alive

He kisses you deeply, the taste of your lips forever etched into his memory. He knows that there's nothing in the world that he wouldn't do for you, nothing that would stop him from loving you endlessly, worshipping you for the rest of his life.

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sweetestdesire · 7 months

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A TOUCH OF MAGIC

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, mentions of alcohol consumption, loss of virginity, innocence kink, etc.

PAIRING(S): Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Fem!Reader finally decides to go after what she wants.

"Just a couple more steps and you're there." Jack slid his arm around Y/N’s waist and nudged the Uber door closed.

As the car pulled away from the curb, Jack glanced at the veranda of her home, thankful she'd left the porch light on so they wouldn't have to walk the pathway in the dark.

Y/N clutched his hand and snorted. "Someone's moved the house. I can't make it that far."

Jack smiled and stepped around in front of her. He clasped her upper arms and waited for her eyes to focus on him. One of the straps on her slip-like crimson dress had fallen off her shoulder. He tugged it into place, ignoring the spark of desire inside him.

“You're okay, Y/N.” Jack said. "You're a little drunk, that's all."

She scoffed and tilted her head to stare up at him. "I am not. I'm nearly as tall as you."

Jack laughed as his gaze passed over her. She'd definitely grown over the five years he'd known her. Tonight, her hair framed her face in a tousled mass and the gloss she'd worn earlier had all but faded from her lips. An overwhelming urge came over him to press his mouth there. He leaned in to kiss her forehead instead.

“C'mon.” Jack said. "Let's get you to bed."

"Wait." Y/N held onto the forearms revealed by his shirtsleeves, swaying as she smiled at him. "I wanted to tell you something that I've been thinking about for a while."

Given the chemistry building between them lately, Jack had a fair idea what she planned on saying. As much as he wanted to hear it, he preferred the idea of her telling him when she had a clear head.

Jack slipped his fingers into her hair and massaged her temple with his thumb. "It's getting late, Y/N. Why don't you tell me tomorrow instead?"

Y/N made a soft sound of pleasure, resting her cheek against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and sighed. "Remind me if I forget.”

Her dress dipped low in the back and she wasn't wearing a bra. Jack couldn't resist sweeping his hand over her exposed flesh, sliding his palm up and down her spine. Her body trembled and her expression filled with contentment.

Jack gave an inward groan and scrubbed a hand down his face, deciding he'd had about as much as he could handle for one night. He urged her along the front path and helped her step onto the porch. Y/N fumbled with her key, then shoved the door open and stumbled inside.

Y/N slapped the light switch and dropped her purse, bracing herself against the archway leading into the living room. From her previous history Jack knew she'd either fall asleep on her feet, or get a second wind and want to continue on with their night. He chose another option and swept her up into his arms. He kicked the door shut, enjoying the sound of her shocked laughter as he strode with her down the hallway.

Jack used his elbow to turn on the light in her bedroom and glanced around the space he'd only been in a handful of times. He crossed the room and lowered her to her feet, urging her to take a seat on the edge of the mattress. He knelt before her, glancing up at her as he went about unfastening the tiny buckles on her shoes.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked. He tossed one shoe aside and worked on the other.

"I'm great!" Y/N flopped back on the mattress, letting her arms drop out to her sides. "I'm fantastic."

"You're hammered." She chose that moment to hiccup and it made him laugh.

"I was having so much fun with you. One drink just led to another and... well, you know." She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. "Is it officially tomorrow yet? Do you want to hear my secret now?"

Jack removed her other shoe and gave her feet a quick rub. "I get the feeling you're going to tell me anyway."

Y/N pushed herself up to a sitting position and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned in close and pressed her lips to his jaw in a lingering kiss. Her mouth moved to his ear and she whispered, "I think you should have sex with me."

His heart pounded and a wave of lust rolled through him. Jack wanted to throw her against the bed and tear that flimsy red dress off her. He didn't know when he'd started seeing her in a different light. The shift in their relationship had happened so gradually it had snuck up on him. He only knew every time he looked at her now he felt this pull to get his hands on her.

“I want you.” Jack said.

“But not tonight?” Y/N guessed.

Her innocent expression had him wanting to kiss her until neither of them could breathe. "I know pretty much everything about you, Y/N, including the fact you're a virgin."

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and the movement sent one of the straps slipping down her arm. He couldn't tell for sure if it had been intentional.

“It's up to me how and when I give it up.” She said.

"If I'm involved I have a say in it, too."

Y/N lifted her shoulder again. The remaining strap took a slide down her other arm, lowering the neckline of her dress until only her hardened nipples seemed to be stopping it from falling to her waist. "I could seduce you anytime I want to, Jack.”

"Is that right?" A smile crossed his face and a dozen images filled his mind, all of them erotic. He caressed her thighs, not surprised when they parted beneath his touch.

"It wouldn't take much.” Y/N continued. "All I'd have to do is let my dress drop."

She did just that, exposing herself to him. He should've expected it, but it still hit him like a punch to the stomach. Her breasts were firm, the curved undersides begging to be cupped by his calloused palms. Her nipples were small, inviting the flick of his tongue. He wanted her with an intensity he'd never experienced before now.

"Please." Y/N moved closer to him, opening her legs so they framed his thighs. Her arms snaked around his neck and she sent him an imploring look. "I want to know what it's like. I want to feel you inside me."

Jack closed his eyes to shut out the view of her. If he didn't, he wouldn't be able to keep it together. "You're drunk.” He said. "You don't want your first time to be like this."

"I don't care." Y/N took his other hand in hers, lifting it to caress her breast. His thumb grazed her nipple and she drew in a sharp breath. "I just want it to be with you." She placed soft kisses across his cheek, working her way towards his mouth. Her back arched, pushing her breast further into his palm.

His control snapped. Jack couldn't help it. A growl rumbled in his throat and he picked her up, dropping her further back on the bed. Her mouth opened in surprise and her breasts bounced as she fell against the pillows. Before she could recover, he moved up her body and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head. His chest rested against hers, his hips wedged between her thighs.

Jack kissed along her collarbone, dipped the tip of his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat. Y/N let out a low moan and hooked her ankle over the back of his thigh. His lips caressed the soft curve of her jaw, nibbled at the lobe of her ear. He'd pay her back for the torture tomorrow.

"In the morning, I'm all yours.” Jack said. He leaned down and licked her nipple, taking pleasure in the way her body writhed beneath him. "But it's not happening tonight."

Y/N rolled onto her back and stretched, turning her head on the pillow to check the clock on her bedside table. She draped her arm over her forehead and smiled, surprised that she'd slept until noon.

She'd started out sharing a few drinks with friends, but as the night went on the group became smaller. Eventually it had just been her and Jack tucked away in a corner booth at their favorite bar.

Y/N slipped her hands beneath the sheets, closing her eyes as she recalled the way he'd looked at her in the dim light. With the band playing in the background and the Saturday night crowd filling the bar it had felt like they were tucked away in their own private world.

Y/N skimmed her hands over her bare breasts and frowned, losing her train of thought. She normally wore pyjamas. Her heart raced and she shot up in bed, holding the blanket to her chest. She scanned the room, but there was no sign Jack had even been here in the first place.

She let out the breath she'd been holding and rested her elbows on her knees, thinking back to the final moments from last night. She'd pleaded with him to sleep with her and he'd turned her down. Y/N’s cheeks flushed at the memory. If she hadn't been able to recall what happened next it would have been enough for her to not want to face him again anytime soon.

Jack had told her he was all hers. Her stomach fluttered and a smile appeared. She sat and thought about it for a while, trying to decide on the best course of action. She wanted to call him to apologize for her behavior and thank him all at the same time, but it wasn't enough. She really needed to see him.

Y/N showered, brushed her teeth and threw on denim shorts and a white tank, deciding not to bother with a bra. With any luck her clothes wouldn't be on for long. After one final check in the en suite mirror, she hurried from her bedroom and headed down the hallway. A feeling of urgency spurred her on and she rushed forward.

"Going somewhere?"

Y/N stopped short, her skin warming at the sound of his voice. He'd stayed. Of course he'd stayed. She moved to the living room doorway, her heart pounding so hard she wondered if he could hear it, too.

Jack stood in the centre of the small space. He must have used her guest bathroom because his hair was tousled and damp and his feet were bare beneath his pants. Her gaze shifted to the couch where she noticed a folded blanket draped over the arm.

"You didn't have to sleep out here.” Y/N said, moving further into the room.

"I didn't have a choice last night.” Jack said.

Her attention shifted back to him and the playful gleam in his eyes had her biting her lip to hide a smile. "Sorry about that."

"No, you're not."

Y/N gave up the pretence and laughed. "No, I'm not."

"Come over here."

She grinned, caught up in the moment. "Why?”

One brow lifted. "Apparently you've got some moves. I want to see them."

The memory of her bragging that she could seduce him came back to her. Y/N decided to rise to the challenge rather than let him get the better of her.

She narrowed her eyes and planted her hands on her hips. "You don't believe me?"

His gaze traveled over her, slowly enough that it had desire swirling in her stomach. "The boob flash was one thing, but I have my doubts about your other abilities."

Y/N walked over to him, fighting against a smile. Her hands itched to touch him, but the anticipation was just too much fun and she didn't want to give in to the need yet. "You think because I haven't had sex before it means I don't have any other tricks up my sleeve?"

"You're not wearing sleeves.” Jack pointed out. His hands closed over her breasts without warning, lifting and massaging her flesh with strong, firm strokes. His thumbs swept over her nipples, once, twice, and then he stopped. "You're not wearing a bra either."

Just like that he'd thrown her off balance. Y/N ached to have him do it again. Her nipples still tingled from his touch and although he no longer had his hands on her, the heat lingered. "I, uh..."

"See?" Jack bent his head and took advantage of her open mouth, giving her lower lip a gentle nip. "You talk big, but you can't back it up."

She raised her eyebrows. "I begged you to have sex with me last night. You turned me down."

"I wouldn't exactly call it begging." Jack clasped her face in his hands and touched his lips to hers. "It was sexy as hell, but when I'm deep inside you I'd rather have you sober. I want your eyes rolling back in your head because I'm fucking you hard, not because you've passed out."

Y/N wanted to drag him to the floor and tear at his clothes. She yawned instead. "That got me all fluttery inside."

Jack appeared as if he was trying not to laugh. "You look a bit worked up." His hands delved under the hem of her top, smoothing over her stomach, then her ribs. His thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts. "Are you okay?"

Her eyes drifted closed. Her breath caught in her throat and she let it out in a trembling laugh. "Uh-huh."

Jack chuckled. He caressed the sides of her breasts and ran his palms over the tips. She shuddered and leaned closer, surprised at how little control she had over her own body.

He pressed his lips to her brow, left a warm peck on each cheek. Jack kissed her eyelids and nuzzled the soft skin beneath her ear. His voice deepened, she heard the huskiness creep in around the edges.

"That was pure torture last night.” Jack said. "I've never wanted anyone so much." His hands swept around to her back, sliding up and down her spine.

"I know the feeling.” Y/N whispered. Her breathing turned shallow. She wanted everything from him and at the same time felt as if she couldn't take any more.

Jack gave her a long look and pulled her against him to claim her mouth. A sigh traveled through her and she relaxed in his arms. His mouth was so sensual and thorough as it moved over hers that she lost herself in the kiss. He swept his palms over her back, pressing her close.

He broke the connection and pulled back, then leaned in again to give her mouth another soft kiss. "Come to bed with me.” Jack said, his breath warm against her skin. "Let me take care of you."

Y/N pressed her lips together to savor the taste of him, taking in the features she'd grown to love over the years.“Let's go.” She said.

Jack gave her a smiling kiss and swept her from her feet. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he walked with her to the bedroom.

"I can't believe you're in my bed." Y/N had already stripped off her shorts and shoes and now knelt on the mattress wearing a thin cotton tank and a skimpy pair of panties.

"Neither can I, but I'm quickly getting used to the idea." Jack lay sprawled beside her fully clothed, his hands clasped behind his head as he regarded her with amusement.

Jack held her close and gave her a kiss that made her skin flush with heat and her body pulse with pleasure. The more he touched her, the more difficulty she had controlling herself. Y/N rocked her hips, slowly, rubbing herself against him, feeling his rigid length through her panties.

"You're so hard.” Y/N whispered. "I can feel you.”

He groaned and kissed her. "Tell me where."

"My pussy. I feel you against my pussy.” She said. Y/N moved her hips a little faster, pressed a little harder. She couldn't get close enough to him.

"God, you're sweet." Jack’s lips met hers again and their tongues delved and explored. His fingers dug into her ass, kneading her flesh. "Take off your top.” He said. "Let me see you again."

Y/N kissed him a while longer, grinding her pussy along his hardened length. She gripped the hem of her top and need surged inside her as she peeled it from her body. Y/N tossed her top aside, seconds ticking by as she watched him watching her.

"Come closer.” Jack said.

Y/N leaned forward and glanced down as his mouth closed in on her. His tongue flicked out and swiped the tip of her nipple. Before she could recover from the initial contact, he drew the tingling nub into his mouth and gave it a firm suck.

"Oh." Y/N’s back arched and pleasure rushed through her.

She sank her hands into his hair and sighed. With his mouth caressing her nipple and his hard cock beneath her, he'd pushed her to the point she wanted to explode. Jack tugged the front of her panties down and slipped his hand inside. He brushed his fingertips over her pussy, dipping into her warmth.

Jack caressed her swollen clit, massaging her sensitive bud in slow circles. Y/N let out a breathless moan as his mouth tilted to meet hers, his lips warm and damp from the attention he'd given her breast. She kissed him and fumbled with the bottom of his shirt. Her palms swept over his broad chest, skimming his hardened nipples.

Jack groaned and thrust his tongue into her mouth, slowly pushing two fingers inside her at the same time. Oh, God. How had he known she needed that? Y/N gave an inward sigh of relief and sank down to meet the deliberate glide of his fingers.

Y/N leaned closer, her breasts brushing his bare chest while he teased and aroused her. Her hips moved in time with his hand. His pace increased, his pressure firmed. He seemed to know exactly what she needed before she did.

She broke their kiss and rested her forehead against his, drawing in quick breaths. "You're going to make me cum.”

"Show me, pretty girl." Jack slid his fingers steadily in and out of her warmth, rubbing her clit with the heel of his palm.

Y/N couldn't hold back any longer. Her eyes squeezed shut and a strangled moan tore from her. Her hips jerked against him, her stomach tightened. She clenched her thighs, fisting her hands in his hair. She rode his fingers and pressed her mouth to his.

Jack massaged her pussy with slow, languid strokes until she stopped trembling. He finally broke the connection, pulling his hand from between them. He dragged her against him and wrapped his arms around her.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Jack whispered. His breathing sounded almost as shallow as hers.

"Is that good or bad?" Y/N laid her hand on his chest, feeling the thump of his heart while she waited for her own pulse to settle.

"I almost came in my pants."

Y/N laughed and felt his arms tighten around her. She nuzzled his throat, pressing her lips to his warm skin. His erection nestled between her splayed legs and she wriggled against it, still wanting more. She doubted she'd ever be able to get enough of him.

“The way you touched me," Y/N said. "The way you moved your fingers inside me with your cock all hard underneath me... it made me want you so much."

Jack tilted her chin and kissed her. "It made me want you, too.” He said.

Y/N lifted herself off him until there was enough to slide her hand down his body and give his cock a firm rub. “You have the most beautiful body.” She said, gently kissing his lips. "I want to touch every part of you with my hands and my mouth."

Jack groaned and shifted under her. "You can't say things like that and expect to keep your panties on."

The huskiness in his voice had her stomach filling with butterflies. Y/N sat back on her heels and raised her eyebrows. "My panties come off as soon as you lose your shirt.” She said.” And your pants."

He pushed himself up to a sitting position and flicked his tongue over her nipple. "Fine by me."

Y/N didn't know whether to feel amused or turned on by his surprise attack. She always seemed to feel a combination of both in his presence. She used her hands to shield her breasts and waited him out.

Jack’s eyes glimmered with humor. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" He slid his shirt from his shoulders, giving her an unobstructed view of the broad chest and lean muscles that had starred in many of her fantasies.

Her gaze roamed over him and she swallowed. He really did have an incredible body. "I'm not sure about anything around you."

Jack gave her a quick kiss, then tossed his shirt aside and lay back to work on his zipper. Y/N shuffled backwards on the bed. He lifted his hips to push at his pants and she helped pull them off from her end.

Y/N wanted so much to touch him, to press her lips to his hard flesh. She had to let out a long breath to regain control. She flung his pants off the mattress and rose to her knees, slipping her thumbs into the sides of her panties.

"Stand up while you take them off.” Jack said. He gave her a leisurely once over and his expression filled with warmth. "Make it nice and slow."

Her heart thumped hard and she gasped. Desire rushed through her, making her pulse skip and her skin flush. Y/N rose from the bed and stood over him, one foot planted on the outside of his thigh and the other between his legs.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Y/N tried to keep her smile from wobbling.

He curved his palm around her ankle, smoothing it over her calf. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Y/N held her breath and slipped her panties past her hips, pushing further until they dropped of their own accord. She felt his eyes on her as she stepped from her underwear and kicked it aside. Despite the tremor running through her, she didn't want to hide.

"You're turn now.” She said.

"In a minute." Jack stroked her leg and watched her for a while.

The tension in the room built to an unbearable level and her breaths left her in shallow little puffs. She'd never felt so charged with energy before, so filled with emotion.

"You're so beautiful.” Jack said. The look in his eyes made her feel like sinking to her knees and throwing her arms around him.

Jack pulled himself up to sit before her, bringing his mouth in line with her pussy. He kissed her there, a prolonged touch of warm lips to smooth skin that made her sigh deep in her throat. Y/N parted her legs further and threaded her fingers in his tousled hair. He curled his hands around the backs of her thighs and drew her closer.

His tongue made one long lick through her slick heat and a moan left her as she gazed down at him. His eyes closed and his mouth and tongue moved over her damp lips, pushing her arousal to its peak. It wouldn't take much to send her flying again.

One of his hands left her thigh to slip between her legs and stroke her there. The release came gently this time. Y/N tightened her fingers in his hair and pressed her pussy against his mouth. Her orgasm moved through her at a still pace, swirling in her stomach, jolting her limbs.

Y/N turned in his arms and kissed him, tasting her own muskiness on his lips. Her tongue slid against his and she flattened her palm on his chest, giving him a gentle push until he fell backward on the bed.

Jack raised his hips and shoved his underwear out of the way, the movement pressing him against her pussy. Y/N felt him without any barriers for the first time and her desire for him surged.

"I want you so bad.” She said.

Jack kissed her and stroked her temple. "Do we need a condom?"

"No, I'm on the pill." Y/N reached between them and touched his cock, trailing her fingers over him.

His skin was so silky smooth, his shaft so unbelievably hard. Her thumb swiped the moisture gathered on the head. The urge came over her to touch him with her mouth, experience the taste of him on the tip of her tongue.

“I want to kiss you there.” Y/N said.

Jack rolled her onto her back and kicked his boxer briefs all the way off. "Next time.” He said, holding her face while his lips moved over hers. "God, next time. I won't last if you do that now."

Y/N parted her thighs and felt him settle further between them. His cock nudged the entrance to her body and his chest came to rest against her breasts. Jack began guiding his cock into her. Her body tightened and shut him out of its own accord.

"Try to relax, baby." Jack kissed her throat, working his way up to her ear. He nibbled on her lobe, his husky voice reaching inside her. "I won't hurt you."

Y/N drew a deep breath, releasing it slowly. She reminded herself that she was with the man she loved and this moment had been a long time coming. Her nervousness would ruin it all if she didn't let it go. She slipped her arms around him and her thighs unclenched.

Jack swept her hair from her eyes and gave her a quick kiss. He watched her expression as he eased inside her. She didn't think she could take him all, but he kept pushing, kissing her and whispering soothing words, until finally he was inside her completely.

Y/N moistened her lips and met his gaze. "All I can feel is you.” She said.

"I know." He kissed her and withdrew partway before thrusting slowly back in.

Despite the lingering pain, Y/N arched her back and held onto him, pulling him closer. Jack nuzzled the space under her chin and plunged again. Her mouth opened and she let out a moan, still sensitive from the previous times he'd made her cum.

Jack rested on his elbow, slipping his other hand beneath her. He lifted her hips, his gaze moving over her as he filled her with one controlled thrust after another. She'd finally got used to the sensation of having him inside her when he dipped his head and made a sound against her throat that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan.

"You're so tight.” Jack said. "I don't want to hurt you, but I can barely hold back."

Each time he pushed inside her he moved with greater ease, and with each retreat Y/N felt surprisingly empty. "I don't want you to hold back.” She said, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm not fragile. You won't break me."

The sound he made this time was all groan. His restraint snapped and his lips met hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth just as his cock thrust into her body. Y/N dug her fingertips into his shoulders, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

Jack swore and gathered her into his arms, pressing his cheek to hers. He slammed inside her over and over, breathing hard against her flushed skin. His intensity thrilled her, his thrusts bringing on little aftershocks that trickled through her.

Jack collapsed against her, his heart thumping and his laboured breaths filling her ear. Y/N ran her hands over his back and let the quiet settle between them, basking in his closeness and the warmth of his body.

"Is it always like that?" Y/N asked, stroking his damp hair.

Jack turned his head and kissed her, his lips soft and warm. "I'll let you know when I can think again."

Y/N smiled and moved beneath him to get more comfortable. He remained inside her and she wasn't in any hurry for him to go anywhere. "It wasn't what I expected."

He propped himself up on his elbows and a lazy smile hovered at his mouth as he looked her over. "Are you criticising my performance?"

"No." Y/N laughed and then sobered when she thought back to everything he'd done for her. Her fingertip traced his collarbone, her eyes following the movement. "No, I'm just glad I waited and had my first time with you. You made it unforgettable."

Something in her expression must have given her away because he said, "I feel a 'but' coming on."

Y/N couldn't look at him just yet. There were probably better times to have this conversation, but if she put it off it would only make her more nervous. "I feel something for you and I don't want that to be my last time with you."

Jack placed his palms on either side of her face and kissed the tip of her nose. His mouth touched hers and his thumbs stroked her cheeks. "I don't either.”

Y/N smiled and closed her eyes feeling a weight lift off her. "Don't feel too cocky.” She said. "It's only because of your impressive body."

"Uh-huh." His kiss was slow and deep, a leisurely meeting of lips, a soft flicker of tongue. "I believe you."

The rasp in his voice had her drawing a steadying breath. "I already know you on the inside.” Y/N said. "Now I want to get to know you better on the outside."

"That's fine with me." Jack pressed a lingering peck on her lips. "Come back to my place. Stay with me tonight."

Y/N lifted her arms above her head and stretched. Her breasts squashed against his chest, making heat flash in his eyes. "On one condition.” She said, pleased with the reaction she'd stirred in him.

"And what's that?" Jack lowered his head to nibble her neck.

"You let me give you that kiss I wanted to give you earlier." The groan that vibrated against her skin told her he appreciated her forwardness.

Jack wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. "I'm glad you made your desperate, drunken move on me last night.” He said, curving his hands around her hips.

Y/N sat astride him and their eyes met. A smile played about her lips as happiness flowed through her. "And I'm glad you turned into a prude and made me wait until today."

The connection, the feeling of intimacy between them, warmed her from the inside out. Y/N held onto his forearms, feeling as if she was about to take the ride of her life, in more ways than one.

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loserlvrss · 3 months

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꒰ 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄 ꒱ 章昊

summary : your boyfriend is denying he's sick, until he can't anymore

genre : cringely sweet fluff, hao x afab!reader, drabble, established relationship tws : pet names, mentions of being sick, pouty hao author notes : not even i can resist princess hao, im not the strongest soldier word count : 1.2k

you approached the man in the kitchen, he was making a tea you could smell from where you happen to be studying. lucky for you, hao knew you well enough that he had two mugs set out on the counter top. he was bobbing the bag as you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his front gently.

“oh, hi!” he said after coming down from being startled. hao let go of the string, and turned around so now you were leaning against him leaning against the cool marble. you kissed the nape of his neck, “i was just about to bring this to you, how’s studying?”

“why’d i ever take environmental chemistry and biology.”

“because you’re a woman in stem!” he explained adamantly, “my woman in stem.”

you rolled your eyes, noticing the puffiness under his — that wasn’t usually there. you also spotted a light tint to his cheeks, it being darker on his nose. your eyebrows creased as you began connecting the dots.

you hadn’t noticed when he briefly came to say hello shortly after showing up to your apartment. and even if you noticed then, you would’ve brushed it off as him just being out in the cold. but now that you were up close and personal, you couldn’t only feel his warmth, but see it splotching his skin.

“hao…” you trailed off, backing off him, and leaning back to island, “why are you making tea? you don’t even like it that much. are you sick?”

he found it strangely odd that you could see through him so well, when his members were almost none-the-wiser to it earlier. he thought he was playing the roll of being healthy exceptionally, not even sniffling though he felt the crushing need to.

you watched as your boyfriend didn’t twitch, didn’t even flinch and definitely didn’t look guilty, but still you knew something was up. so you pressed on, quickly bringing a hand to his forehead — to which he almost instantly tried to dodge — your tell that he was lying through his teeth.

he caught your wrist, “y/n, i’m fine. really, it’s nothing. i just thought tea sounded good, and you just got a new one.” your eyes burned into him, “you know i like whatever you like.”

“yeah, but…” you gave him one last look, him dropping your hand in the meantime, “are you sure you’re feeling well?”

“yes.” he replied simply, “i’m okay, really, y/n. you worry too much. maybe you should’ve been a pre-med student instead.”

“oh, absolutely not.” you laughed, taking the mug he was holding out towards you, “i’d have no time to see you.”

“wow, you really love me, huh?”

you took a sip, mint and ginger lacing your tastebuds. you hummed in approval, wrapping your other hand around the warm ceramic.

“yes, which is why i’m not convinced you’re not sick.” he scoffed, turning his head to the side in disbelief; but he knew you were beyond stubborn when it came to him. “but, i’ll let it go, only until you can’t deny it anymore.”

you left him in the kitchen, going back to your spilled out notebooks and pens. you glanced at the laptop, groaning when you remembered what you were just in the middle of. you cursed whoever decided that equations needed to be used wherever possible outside of math, and gently set the mug against the wood. you put the back of your hand to your forehead, dragging it down to your cheek — just to compare what you briefly felt against hao’s skin. and what you found convinced you that he was sick and in denial about it.

however, you couldn’t figure out why. was he afraid to be in a vulnerable state around you? no, you’ve seen him in more compromising situations. so, was he just being stubborn? was he just trying to play it off because you had noticed when he was playing his role oh so well? you knew him better than that, and he definitely knew that too.

you took a breath, clearing your mind of worry and picking up the black pen that seconds ago laid lifeless. if he needed you, he’d say so, wouldn’t he? you promised you’d just have to wait and find out — and you knew soon enough that you would find out just how bad his sickness would get.

just then, a loud sneeze rang out against the silence, a groan following, though you couldn’t tell if it was because he was annoyed, or if the intensity actually hurt him.

“ha!” you shot up, “i knew it. i know him better than that. he thought he could —“ you boasted, until another sneeze met your ears and your eyebrows (once again) came together. you turned briefly to put your pen back down, blinking a couple times when you saw hao standing against the doorframe.

he was pouting, and honestly, even though you knew he wasn’t feeling well, it was satisfying being right — call it your toxic trait but you had to bite back saying i told you so.

just as quickly as you got yourself to calm down, your concern came back, “baby, are you okay?” you reached out for him, and he complied, accepting you against him. he sniffled again, holding you tighter. “baby, why didn’t you just say you were sick. you know i would’ve taken care of you.”

“can you do it now?”

you nodded, “of course, love. let’s get you to bed.”

you took his hand and led him a couple feet to your neatly made bed. you undid the sheets, pushing him to sit down. he was still slightly pouting his lip out up at you, and you fought the urge to ruffle his hair, instead opting for a gentle kiss against his forehead. he wasn’t normally like this, but whenever he was, you both seemed to milk it dry. he laid down and tucked him in playfully, earning a small laugh.

“i’ll be right back, im going to grab you some medicine, okay?”

he nodded, burying himself further into your dense blankets. but before you went, you finally were allowed to check his temperate against your own; it being exactly what you suspected, a fever. after, you ventured to the kitchen, rummaging through your cabinets until you found the flu medicine you bought at the beginning of winter, thanking your slightly-younger self for somehow predicting its need.

you came back, and hao instantly sat up. you started insisting through protests, but after he took the medicine from you, he complied, hermitting back under the covers.

“y/n?” he asked, “are you done studying yet?”

you debated for a second, only realizing that you were as ready as you’d ever be — considering this is going on your second week straight of nothing but chem and bio practice tests.

before you had the chance to answer, he lifted the cover for you to join him under. you ran to hit the light switch, coming back and climbing into the bed with your boyfriend. you snuggled against his chest, listening to his regulated heartbeat and breaths. and before you knew it, he was fast asleep.

you just hoped that he would be better once he woke up.

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★Flirt your way through it★ E.W teaser

Summary: You've always told yourself that you hated Ellie Williams. That you hated her smug face, her earthy scent, and a voice that puts people on their knees. But shit, you couldn't resist her, which is why when she asks you to help her get Cat back- again... It still perplexed you why you said yes. So here you are, once again, you're helping her make Cat jealous.

Content: Typical Queer longing, stupid gays, flirting, sexual intent, sexual content (soon don't worry).

Tropes: The Queers are stupid again, Hopeless Romantic, Fake Dating, One bed trope, Not so friends into Loves, School Photographer x School Libero

A/N: English isn't my first language and I'm mostly doing this for fun so don't expect the writing to be flawless. Also, comment to be on the tag list

You often question the definition of Friendship, does someone count as a friend even if the only thing they've done was cause destruction onto your well built sandcastles in the park when you were 12? If so, then Ellie Williams was not a friend. It may be for her since even after the constant bickering and avoiding you do she still manages to be in your daily life. Life really is unfair, you think as you glare at auburn haired bitch. She smiles as the girl next to her continues to twirl her hair and bite her lip. You look at them with disgust.

You heard from a friend of a friend that Ellie recently broke up with her girlfriend Cat and seeing this sight right now makes you want to throw your head into a trash can and vomit your lungs out. You've heard of Cat before, mostly from Ellie when you were kids. You swear, the girl could talk your ears off. You distinctly remember, you cinema hopped with the two when you were younger. There was never much of a Romantic chemistry between the two but things may have changed. It was in the Cinema bathroom, just as you were waiting for the staff to turn your head, Ellie whispered in your ear, "Cat's super pretty." you looked at her with a blank look on your face and scowled at her. That moment was confusing, because when she got the option to sit next to Cat she didn't take it and opted to sit next to you and Jesse. Guess she's not as bold as she looks.

You snap out of your thoughts when Ellie turns her back and catches you staring. You weren't scared to show her your disgust, looking at her up and down with your eyebrows scrunched and your eyes still glaring. Ellie winks. Typical. The period ends smoothly despite Ellie churning your eyes red from glaring when she purposely knocks your perfectly lined stationaries off your desk. You held your breath, closed your eyes, and counted one-to-five. It was a technique you found in a magazine for anger management; it's easy to say you use it a lot.

"Hey." You heard the birds stop singing, snakes in the Nile river devour their prey, and the angels cease the blow of the 7 trumpets. "What do you want, Ellie?" you hiss. "Woah, Woah, chill out tiger, just wanted to say Hi," Ellie put her hands in her pockets and smiled devilishly. "What do you need?" you ask her as you stand up and swing your backpack on. "Can't I just talk to my best friend?" Your head snaps at her with a look.. "Woah!" She says, swiftly putting her hands in the air. "Guess, I'm not your Best friend then." "Good thing you know." You replied.

"Look, I have a favor to ask." she says. This little fucking bitch. You roll your eyes at her. "You know how me and Cat broke up, right?" Mhm, you hum and roll your eyes.

"I need you to help me get back with her."

"And how do I do that?" You tell her. Gosh, she smells good. That was one more thing you hated about Ellie, other than her angel like looks and voice, her natural scent that drives you fucking crazy. Crazy angry, yeah.

Ellie takes a step closer, leaning towards your face. You take a step back, your knees hitting your desk and you stumble. Ellie smirks, leaning ever so close, her lips pursing near your ear. "You know what to do, sweetheart." You stare at her bare neck. 'Flirt your way through it' Deja vu sends fireworks throughout your body.

In that cinema years ago, Ellie inches close to you. "Help me get her, flirt your way through it."

Fucking Ellie Williams. You just can't resist.

tags: @paqerings

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #Spotify

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iamtired10 · 3 months

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𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖 : 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

『𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗷𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿』

Description : When your professor is young and hot, how can you resist her, right?

Genre : fluff (ProfessorxStudent)

"Damn... You messed up in chemistry once again," Hyein remarked as you rolled your eyes while traversing the hallway after the school bell chimed. The school corridors buzzed with students engaged in various activities—chattering, accessing lockers, heading home, and more.

"Yeah, I did, and oh gosh, I despise the chemistry subject so much... like I don't comprehend a fucking thing," you sighed, and Hyein chuckled, placing her hand on your shoulder as you both navigated through the bustling corridor.

"But honestly, your chemistry professor... well, Professor Kim... omg, she is so attractive," the younger girl observed, prompting an eye roll from you. "I know, right? I just attend her class just for her," you admitted, and Hyein couldn't help but laugh.

"Unnie, just wait until she reprimands you because you're failing so much," Hyein warned. "And get your act together, unnie, and try to focus on studying," she scolded, earning an eye roll and a laugh from you.

"Okay, okay. I will try... but honestly, Professor Kim is the reason why I can't pay attention to her teaching because damn, she is attractive, and ugh, never mind," you confessed, prompting Hyein to playfully hit your head.

"Unnie, you sound like one of those perverts," she teased as you chuckled.

"Well, I can't help it when it comes to Professor Kim-" As you continued sharing your thoughts with Hyein, a deep, familiar voice interrupted.

"Miss Park." You heard your chemistry professor, Kim Minji, calling you. Looking up and turning, you saw her standing a bit away from you, a vision of elegance.

"Y-yes, Professor..." You stuttered slightly, captivated by her beauty.

"Come to my office now; I need to discuss something important with you," she said, her tone composed as she walked away.

"Bother..." you mumbled, feeling a mix of nervousness and intrigue.

"Best of luck, Unnie!" Hyein wished you, patting your shoulder before heading in a different direction, leaving you to contemplate what awaited you in Professor Kim's office.

As you knocked on her office room door, a brief pause ensued before you heard the response, "coming."

Taking a deep breath, you turned the knob and entered Professor Kim's office. The room exuded an air of sophistication, with its well-furnished decor and impeccable order.

Venturing further into the space, there she stood—Professor Kim Minji, the object of your admiration. Leaning against her table with crossed arms, she wore her customary stoic expression.

"So, you've finally decided to show up," she mumbled in a detached tone, prompting a nod from you.

"You must be aware of the reason I called you here," she stated coldly, her gaze fixed on you. With a gulp, you nodded again, acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

"And I assume you have an understanding of how to rectify this situation," she continued, once more met with a nod from you.

"Good girl," she praised, uttering the words in English, a language that added a layer of allure, causing a subtle warmth to spread across your cheeks.

"Now, enlighten me. Why did you fail your chemistry test? I'm not here to reprimand; I want to help you," she asserted, stepping away from the table and approaching you.

"Uh... uh... I... ehm..." Your words stumbled as her patience seemed to wane, accompanied by a soft sigh from her.

"Fear not; just share your thoughts. There won't be any repercussions," she reassured, fixing her eyes on you. Closing your eyes momentarily, you summoned the courage to speak.

"Gosh... I struggle to grasp the concepts in chemistry... like fuc—uh, sorry... it just doesn't click," you confessed. The admission hung in the air, met with a silence that was broken when you opened your eyes to find her scrutinizing you.

"So, you find chemistry challenging? Is there a specific reason, or perhaps I'm lacking in my teaching methods?" she queried, her gaze unwavering.

"Uh... well, truthfully, you're an excellent teacher. The fault lies with me; I simply struggle to comprehend," you responded.

"Ah, I see. Yet, there must be an underlying cause. Is there something distracting you?" she probed further, her eyes piercing through yours.

"Well, damn..." you thought, sensing the weight of her scrutiny.

"Miss Park, is there something distracting you?" she repeated, awaiting your revelation.

"Uh... well..."

"Yes?"

"It's you. You're the distraction," you admitted, causing a subtle widening of her eyes. In the aftermath of your impulsive response, you bit your lip, instantly regretting the confession.

"Well... Ahem!" Her throaty clearing interrupted the charged atmosphere as she redirected the conversation.

You looked at her, anticipation hanging in the air as you awaited her response. Your initial expectation was a scolding or perhaps a motivational speech. However, her question caught you off guard, injecting a surprising twist into the situation.

"So, I am your distraction?" she inquired, her eyes focused on you, and you blinked, genuinely surprised by her reaction.

"Dude, why isn't she scolding me?" you wondered silently.

"Uh, well... I...ehmm...what again...uh," you Stuttered, diverting your gaze downward as you heard her emit a soft chuckle.

Raising your eyes, you found Kim Minji, your chemistry professor, known for her typically cold and emotionless demeanor, now standing before you, softly chuckling. It was a surprisingly endearing sound.

"So, I am your distraction?" she repeated, closing the distance between you. "Uh...yeah... don't get me wrong, but many of our classmates have a crush on you," you admitted, watching as a smile curved her lips.

"Does that include you?" she inquired, her lip caught between her teeth.

"Uh...uh... honestly, yeah...but please don't get me wrong; it's just admiration, nothing more," you clarified, and she responded with a subtle smirk.

"Oh, I see," she mumbled, stepping closer until your back met the wall.

"Well, Miss Park, how about I propose you something?" Professor Kim suggested, her gaze fixed on you, the proximity between your bodies shrinking.

Your words momentarily failed you.

"Y-yes..." you eventually mumbled.

"From now, I will give you a tutoring session after classes," she offered in her deep, authoritative voice, maintaining eye contact.

"Uh..oh...are you sure? Don't you want something in return? Will you tutor me for free?" you inquired, and she chuckled, inching even closer, the warmth of her body pressing against yours.

Your heart raced, and a crimson blush painted your cheeks.

"Oh, you're warm," she observed, wrapping her hand around your waist. "Well, I want something back in return too," she whispered into your ear, prompting you to bite your lips.

Your mind swirled in a whirlwind of confusion. "What the hell is happening?"

"And that something is you," she declared, pressing her body against you, and you felt her lips gently brushing against your neck.

You were well aware it was all wrong, but when your professor is young and hot, how can you resist her, right?

#minji x reader #new jeans x reader #kim minji #kim minji x reader #newjeans #fluff #newjeansff #oneshot

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elenadvrx · 4 months

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this idea popped up while i was writing kenma’s piece. enjoy this little side story! ◡̈

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"you losers are just jealous i got someone to love. now let's get our loot back to the ship, we don't got much time left." kenma's voice seeped through kuroo's speakers.

kuroo glanced back to his bed, where you were lying down on your front as you watch him play with his friends. he winked and blew you a kiss, to which you softly chuckled at his cheesy actions.

your relationship with kuroo has only been 6 months, but the both of you knew each other ever since middle school - well, you, kuroo and kenma. kenma would probably look at you in disbelieve when he finds out you and kuroo got together.

heck, even you didn't think that you would like the loud cackling, chemistry nerd years down the road.

you initially came over his house to hang out together as he had been busy with work for the past few days until kenma messaged him to play a game together. he refused at first, choosing to focus solely on you, but you insisted it was okay for him to play because if it was days since he last spend time with you, it was weeks since he last met his friends.

"hey! i did just saved kenma with a shovel!" albeit his friends do like to tease him a lot.

you were contented to silently admire his side profile, his back muscles straining against his t-shirt with every movement, appreciating everything about him that you missed while he was away.

"i can feel you staring, you know that?" kuroo remarked, not moving his eyes from the screen.

"yeah? well you do look exceptionally handsome today. i feel like i need to take a bite of you. can't believe i have a fine specimen as my boyfriend." you grinned at him when you notice a faint pink hue on his cheeks. while kuroo usually does the complimenting and pick-up lines, he does has his moments where he feels bashful when you were the one doing it instead.

kuroo just grumbles incoherently, probably trying to rebutt your comments.

chuckling, you slowly approach your boyfriend from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and gave a nip on his earlobe. kuroo flinched but you didn't miss the slight shiver he emitted from his lithe body.

conscious of his mic, you pressed soft kisses along his jaw, down the slope of his neck, his nape, nipping it as well. kuroo gulped audibly, trying to restrain from making any noise. feeling extra bold, your hands travelled down from his shoulders to his chest, shamelessly caressing his pecs (where the hell did he find time to work out?)

"stop it, baby." but it was a weak attempt at stopping you from further showering him with affection despite the risk of his friends listening.

"hmm? stop what?" you've now walked around him to gently plop yourself down on his lap comfortably. it was so cute when you noticed how flushed his face was that you couldn't resist giving him a kiss. before he deepens the kiss, you pull away, laughing when he chases your lips.

"you fiend." kuroo playfully glares at you through his lashes. you only wink in response.

“kuro." kenma's voice broke through the bubble you and kuroo were in. "please don't tell me you were doing what you were doing, and with who you were doing it with."

both of you froze, temporarily forgetting he was in the middle of a game.

"uh-uhm." he clears his throat. "yeah? no, i mean no. i wasn't doing anything with anyone."

[you got disconnected from the game]

ding

"traitors. both of you. i hope you both fall into a pit and never get out. can't believe my own childhood friends got together without telling me. choke."

although you do feel guilty for keeping it a secret, you can't help but to laugh at kenma's messages as kuroo let out a sigh and rest his forehead on your shoulder.

"glad you find this funny." he peeked up at you, bottom lip jutting out a little.

"well at least he knows now." you pecked his nose.

"don't think you can get away from doing what you did just now, missy!"

you quickly got up from his lap to run, but you couldn't possibly outrun his long limbs and got caught just before you reached his bedroom door.

squealing, you were tugged back into his embrace before being lifted up and tossed to the bed. he quickly crawled over you, effectively trapping you against the bed. "now where were we?"

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsurou fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo imagines

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solomons-poison · 1 month

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TARREN. I saw your tags on that ex husband post and saw that you mentioned Nanami and SQUEALED. drunken love confessions?? you best believe I'm dropping whichever man I am with slkdjfslk I can't resist him at all

Sorry this reply is late but YESSSSSS nanami is so perfect for divorced AU!!! Although it hurts, he just fits it so well

Like although he always looks so serious and no-nonsense, the moment you get to know him, you realize how much love he has in his heart. The love he has for his students, for his hobbies, for the people he works to protect, he's a passionate man within that tough shell and that's the man you ended up falling in love with.

[GN reader, mention of kids, mention of alcohol/drinking, pining, angst]

But even though he's so passionate and thoughtful, that's not enough to make a marriage successful. Problems still come up, arguments about small things that eventually build up, differences in beliefs. Nanami meant to quit the sorcery life when he proposed to you, but it's hard to quit the field when he knew just how much good he was capable of. And so a divorce was inevitable. You're the one to bring it up, and he agrees without a fight.

Even if there are kids involved, you both know that this is unfortunately the best arrangement you can work out: divorcing so that you're no longer legally tied to him. You can marry again if you want, move on and make a family with someone that can dedicate the time to you that you deserve, without risk of suddenly losing them one day to something as awful and haunting as curses. He'll still help you financially, of course, being involved with the kids and getting involved in important events in their life, making sure they are raised knowing they are loved and taken care of.

Despite how unfortunate the whole situation is, Nanami is polite, he's courteous. In fact, it's almost frustrating how noble and charitable he is during the whole thing. You know the emotions he's capable of, and you'd never do him the discourtesy of assuming he wasn't affected. But some part of you wanted, hoped, that maybe he would have protested the divorce, would have fought to keep you and to stay together. But you know it's not fair to ask that of him after you're the one who asked for the divorce in the first place.

Even after the divorce has processed and you two settle into a manageable schedule as time passes, something in you still hopes for this. But you start to expect it less and less, finally getting ready to move on with your life and start meeting new people. That is, until you both get invited out to a friend's birthday party, with access to alcohol. It's easy enough to catch up with one another; you two always had great chemistry. One drink turns to two, then four, then you've lost track as you get lost in shared memories, laughing so hard you cry over silly things that only the two of you know. And somewhere amidst the reminiscing, Nanami is looking at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky, telling you the words you gave up on expecting after all this time.

"I'm still in love with you."

#nanami x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk angst #˗ˏˋ꒰ minx replies ꒱#the minx can write ✍️

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Hob doesn't do relationships. He doesn't hate love or anything, they're just not for him. He likes to sleep around and hook up with different people and any kind of relationship he maintains is strictly casual. And it was fine when he was 20, but now Hob's almost 30 and Joanna feels like Hob needs to grow up a bit. He doesn't need to settle down or make huge commitment, but it wouldn't hurt to give dating a try and maybe grow a little as a person.

So she gives him a talking to, and while he's resistant at first, he takes some time to really look at his life and he realizes that yeah, maybe she has a point. And she tries to tell him it doesn't need to be a complete lifestyle change, just a few more dates, a few less hook ups, but Hob doesn't do anything halfway. He declares that he will the next person he is attracted to and absolutely not have sex with until a few dates in when he's sure he likes them.

Dream, on the other hand, has a problem. He's approaching 30 and already has two divorces under his belt. He commits too much too fast and he's really bad at taking things slow in a relationship. So he asks Death for some advice and she suggests that maybe he should try some hook ups, to be with somebody where there aren't any expectations for the future. Yes, this is a good idea, Dream thinks. He's going to go out and find somebody to sleep with and will absolutely not let himself develop any feelings.

Dream and Hob end up in the same bar and Hob starts chatting him up. Dream is excited because this handsome man seems like the perfect place to start. They're really hitting it off, except this man seems like he wants...a date? Which is incredibly tempting, but Dream has promised himself that that's not what he wants. It's fine, he's sure he can convince this man to go home with him.

Hob has found the perfect candidate for a date. He's beautiful and they're getting along very well, but then the man makes it clear he wants to take Hob home for sex. Which, while very tempting, is not what Hob is after, but this man is way too good to give up on just yet. It's fine, he'll just have to try harder to convince this man to go on a date.

So they're stuck there, basically playing a game of chicken to see who will give up first. The chemistry between them is palpable, and neither is willing to totally give up and find someone else. Hob loses first. Dream plays dirty and starts whispering all kinds of things in his ear and Hob folds like a wet paper towel (Hob is a weak man, okay? he knows). But Dreams loses later when he invites Hob to stay and can't help making breakfast for him in the morning and says yes to a date before Hob even finishes asking again.

AJAJSJDHSH they're so fucking stupid aren't they? Unstoppable dumbass x immovable idiot.

I really enjoy the fact that they both ultimately completely fail in their objectives. Hob is such a sweet slut he can't not go home with Dream and suck his pretty pink cock. And Dream is such a hopeless romantic, he can't not develop feelings on that very first morning as Hob sings along with the radio and licks syrup off his fingers.

Hob suggests a compromise: they will inevitably date and fall in love and probably get married (Hob has decided this already, like we've already said, he doesn't do things by halves). BUT they can also play a little game. Every other week or so, they'll go out, and seduce each other all over again. Pretending to be complete strangers, coming up with new backstories each time. Thus, Dream will get to 'explore' new people and let go of all the inhibitions one tends to develop in a relationship.

Dream rolls his eyes fondly, because its sort of a terrible idea, but he loves that Hob is trying to arrange compromises for their relationship already. It's a good sign for the future, he thinks, and hey. Maybe they'll give the game a go sometime. It won't be so bad to let Hob seduce him, next time...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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So, um, what are you doing tonight? Nothing. I hope. Nothing sounds perfect.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.11 - The Naked and the Dead

It's the way this scene fully encapsulates the glory of their 'secret relationship' era that makes me love it so much. These two are so bad at this, as showcased in the previous episode… and they're not getting any better - at least, not Tim. In a way, it's almost too bad that it didn't last longer… Although, to be fair, it's not like they could have pulled it off either. Even in a moment like this, one that is not overtly romantic, they can't help themselves. And that's truly what makes this so good. This shouldn't be this hard for them to hide their new relationship : they've spent the last couple of years acting more like a married couple than mere colleagues. Everybody is used to them being them… They've never been able to hide their connection. The difference is that, up until now, they never tried to… So now that they are trying… Well, it's making their behavior that much more suspicious. Especially Tim's. He can't even make small talk without appearing guilty of something. The way he answers 'nothing' immediately when Nolan asks him what he did the previous night raises more questions. He's trying so hard. And it's so funny to see him this flustered when he's usually so in-control. Even how he's drinking his coffee (the one Lucy made for him) screams guilty. Speaking of Lucy… She is faring much better (which is not that hard). She has learned her lesson from their first date and come prepared with a full cover story. She can be such an overachiever, I love it. But the looks, the body language… Those don't lie.

Their repartee and bickering feel so much like them - but softer, somehow. They still love riling up the other. And it's so nice to see that their dynamic is intact. Right down to Tim mentoring Lucy about Citizens Academy, giving her some tips (without tricking her)… Only, now, she has a hard time focusing on what he is saying. The way she is making eyes at him, her body instinctively leaning towards him… There's this gravitational pull between them that they can no longer resist. And the overt flirting… 'Nothing' has never sounded sexier. I'm sure they spent the evening doing 'nothing'. A lot. Tim's smile while watching her go… The man is so far gone… Let's not forget that they are still at the station, in the break room, where anyone could come in at any time. They absolutely have no chill. And yet, they are not doing anything overt either. That's the beauty of it : they don't need much for their connection and chemistry to be on display. They're still them. This scene in some ways feels like the natural progression of another moment in this very same room, back in season 02, when Lucy was trying to set him up with Rachel… when they were both flirting without realising it… They're just taking it a step further now that they're together.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #5.11 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

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asidian · 5 months

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i LOVE your writing genuinely changed my brain chemistry with your wyll and astarion so thank you so so much for that. for the au ask game if you so wish - au where the tadpole doesn’t quite block out cazador’s influence/astarion has to consciously focus on not returning to him while adventuring? <3

Thank you so much, that's so sweet. <333

FIVE FUN FACTS about this AU:

They don't meet Astarion on the beach. They catch him further up the road, having already set out. He's in rough shape because he wasn't able to resist long enough to hold out and threaten someone at knifepoint for information, but instead he's been traipsing through goblin-infested wilderness, poorly armed and ill-equipped to deal with anything not a city.

They've got to tie him up when he goes into reverie because otherwise he'll get up and essentially sleepwalk vaguely in the direction of Baldur's Gate. He hhhates it. The first time they realized this happened, he got badly hurt wandering blind into a chasm in the middle of the night.

He can't go hunting on his own. He tried, but twice he failed his concentration check mid-hunt and just went MIA for some days until they managed to track him down. Now Wyll or Lae'zel hunt for him. He says he hates this, too, and grouses about it loudly to anyone who will listen, but he's secretly really, really touched. It's a novelty that a) anyone gives a damn whether he's fed and b) anyone can be bothered to take care of him.

The closer they get to Baldur's Gate, the stronger the compulsion becomes. By the time they get to the Shadowlands, he's got to be tied wrist-to-wrist to someone so that he doesn't wander out of the circle of torch light and directly into the shadow curse.

The other compulsions start slotting back into place as they draw closer to Cazador's palace. He can't drink from thinking beings anymore, even if they give him their blood, and the hope and determination that was so hard-won starts to bleed away as "Thou shalt know that thou are mine" starts to settle in and take root again. The companions have to remind him repeatedly that he's free now, and he doesn't have to go back to Cazador, and they're not going to let Cazador have him.

#bg3

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posletsvet · 8 months

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A bunch of JJK season 2 headcanons:

(because I had nothing else to occupy my mind with while on a train trip)

Nanami has a few stomach problems, so he's very mindful about his diet. He eats bread on his cheat days. He also has mild lactose intolerance.

If there's anybody in the series with a 'my body is a holy temple' attitude, it has to be Gojo. He never smokes and rarely drinks because of that. Others used to make fun of him for 'being a princess with such delicate tastes', but he certainly did use it to his advantage by being insufferably annoying after parties/celebrations. He ended up not being invited.

Shoko smokes to wind down, so she sticks to some pleasant flavours. Her favourite ones are cherry and coffee, and she gets annoyed with tobacco shop workers for confusing the latter with chocolate.

During school Shoko carries around a handful of sugarless candy or gum to chew on in order to resist a tobacco craving. Gojo makes a habit of stealing a couple or more from her.

Geto smokes to numb his senses, so he usually goes for nasty foul things, nothing fancy at all. He also buys cheap cigarettes because he doesn't like the prospect of spending too much money on it. Once Shoko tried to snatch a cigarette from him, but ended up putting it out without finishing.

Geto actually hates the smell of cigarette smoke, so he has a separate set of clothes for this purpose. Gojo doesn't like it either, and he whines about it every single time Geto goes for a smoke because that means he can't hang out with him without smelling it.

Adults in Geto's life are usually fond of him, especially his past teachers, and his reputation of a model student is important to him. This is partly because his previous classmates tended to treat him as an outcast due to the rumors around him.

Haibara comes from a rural area and still has a great share of childlike wonder towards everything around him. He's more than excited to live in the capital city.

Haibara has a bunch of older siblings as well as a younger sister. By some miracle, he manages to get along with everyone. You guessed it: he is the miracle.

Utahime's hair tie is actually Shoko's gift.

Utahime's hairstyle was something that inspired Shoko to grow out her hair. She started by growing out her bangs. Before that, she had worn a bob haircut for as long as she could remember. Her mom insisted on it -- she thought longer hairstyle wouldn't suit her as her hair was rather thin. Turned out it wasn't true.

Shoko was raised by a single mom.

Nanami pierced his right ear, then backlashed by becoming too self-conscious about it and grew out his hair to hide the piercing.

Gojo is effortlessly good at everything he puts his mind to. When he started seriously studying chemistry in order to further improve his Limitless, he turned to Shoko for help, but then turned out to be a frustratingly quick learner. She would idly throw things at him for it.

Geto is a morning person to the marrow of his bone. His habit of getting up early stems from his childhood when he used to do so in order to get a few spare hours just for himself. He took to mindlessly cleaning up his room back then as well -- as a means to relax by organizing his life at least a little bit and feel in control of it.

Geto also cooks pretty well and is used to looking after himself. He's not that much of a foodie, though, and at some point of his life struggled with an eating disorder. He relapses during the Premature Death arc.

As someone who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Gojo doesn't know what household chores even are. After he takes Megumi and Tsumiki under his care, for quite some time it doesn't even occur to him that doing all the housework by themself isn't a normal childhood activity for an eight-year-old.

Gojo tries to give Geto a sweet tooth by being obnoxious about Geto having his drinks sugar-free and trying to sneak sugar in his beverages. It results in Geto gradually taking to drinking his tea/coffee with just one piece of sugar. Gojo thinks it's a win.

Gojo forgets to buy presents every single time. Untill he brings Geto and Shoko ridiculously expensive gifts that one time when they came to the decision they're not buying anything for each other this once due to low budget.

Gojo is an albino and has very sensitive skin. (That's why he was wearing a hoodie in Okinawa!!) Moreover, if it wasn't for the Six Eyes, he would have poor eyesight.

Geto's skin tans very quickly in the summer and he gets freckles easily. He ends up burrowing Satoru's sunscreen a lot.

Haibara is the only dog person of the group.

Shoko was involved in the jujutsu world from pretty early on since her technique is so rare and so valuable practically -- therefore her laid-back and nonchalant attitude.

Gojo has a severe case of being touch starved. He's constantly leaning in somebody's personal space and initiates touch a lot. Usually Geto doesn't mind it, but on bad days it rather unnerves him as he sometimes just needs his privacy.

Utahime used to chew on her lips when deep in thought or feeling nervous, and that made wearing lipstick a problem. She broke that habit after graduation as she started to gain confidence.

Geto and Utahime have the best handwriting among the group. Geto's is more graceful, swift with prolonged fine lines, and Utahime's is smaller, neat and round and with a lot of curves. Nanami's letters are refined and tidy, but somewhat formal as if it's typed rather than written. Shoko has pleasant handwriting as well, but she usually writes really fast and doesn't care whether it's nice to look at or not. She's got messy notes only she herself can navigate through. Haibara's writing is almost childish, big and legible and somehow brings to mind the image of a smile. Gojo's writing is like chicken scratch honestly. He couldn't care less and finds it funny when it's impossible to read.

Haibara more often than not forgets his lunch money. Nanami and Geto are usually the ones who share with him when it happens. Afterwards Gojo always demands that Geto share with him as well.

Last but not least: Gojo has migraines from time to time. He claims that laying his head in Geto's lap is the only thing that helps him.

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