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inuyashaluver · 4 months

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Would you do a fic with leah x Reader. Leah being really shy, both before dating and during.

shy - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which your girlfriend is incredibly shy around you - something that surprises your peers completely

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive, long ish?

a/n: hiiii, i have such mixed feelings about this one but i tried okay, IM JUST A GIIRRRLLL anyway lmao, ignore me - thank you for the request!! hope you enjoyy xx

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if there was one thing to know about your girlfriend, leah, it was that she was confident. leah held herself well, she always maintained eye contact, she was a great speaker and she was incredibly passionate and a great leader.

people spoke highly of leah, she was the confident england captain, european champion and one of the best players in the league. she was anything but shy, she wasn’t even considered shy by anyone that knew her. until a special girl came along and made leah the definition of shy.

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you were a medic, one of the best in your field. you’d been offered a job for the lionesses back in 2018. that’s where you met leah. during camp, you were brought in late after being shown the ropes and the procedures for the team.

you were then taken to meet the girls, when you walked in the room with your bright smile and excited eyes, leah’s heart stopped. she was sitting with beth at the time, just chatting in the gym and when she stopped talking, beth looked at her in confusion, only to follow her gaze on the new medic for the team.

beth smirked and immediately started teasing the girl, leah’s pink cheeks and sheepish smile gracing her features made it obvious to almost anyone who was paying attention. she thought you were gorgeous, she kept glancing at you as you made your way around the room, your smile and laugh was infectious, she couldn’t help but smile when you did.

when you made your way closer to them, leah began to panic, beth just laughed at the girl’s nervous expression. leah began to sip water and tried to look anywhere but at you “hi, i’m (y/n),” you say softly, holding your hand out to beth and shaking her hand.

“hiya, i’m beth, that’s leah” beth’s smirk never left her face, she shoves leah to look up at you and when she did, leah began to choke on her water, spurring a coughing fit. beth immediately laughs at her, you bend down next to her and place a gentle hand on leah’s back and she slightly tenses. “you okay?” you ask leah concerned, the girl in front of you just nods and tries to wave you off but you don’t move from her.

you begin to rub comforting circles on her back and she stops coughing, she looks at you in awe, her face was warm and she was incredibly embarrassed. “sorry about that, i’m leah” she laughs nervously, internally cursing herself for fucking up just looking at you.

“no, it’s okay, hopefully the next time i see you, you’re not choking” you joke, giving her a light squeeze on her arm and standing up. “see you around, be careful with that water, leah?” you smile, leah just looks at you with wide eyes, nodding her head enthusiastically and spurring a giggle from you. you thought she was gorgeous, you hoped you’d see her frequently.

as you walk away from her, you glance back and smile at her, throwing her a little wave and going back to where your colleagues were. leah waves back and turns back to beth, she was more red than ever. “my little leah has a crush!” beth teases, making kissy faces at her friend. leah scowls, giving beth a shove and flipping her off. “fuck off, beth” she grumbles, returning back to her normal self.

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it was then time for training, you and your colleagues stood on the sidelines and observed the team, ready to treat any injuries. you couldn’t help but train your gaze on leah, finding her incredibly enticing. leah was serious about training, she kept her attention where it needed to be. the drills went well, she would only look at you when she didn’t have to do anything, only to discover that you were looking at her already.

both of you would sport pink cheeks and stolen glances at each other. it was painfully obvious. then, the girls were instructed for a practice mini game. you obviously knew leah was an amazing player, but watching her this close just proved how good she was. you were awestruck watching her quick movements and expert footwork, watching her with somewhat of a proud smile.

until the girl dived for a tackle and ended up lightly spraining her ankle. when she didn’t get up from the floor, you ran over. “leah, stay still, please” you ask softly, placing your hands on her ankle and extending her leg gently. leah’s mouth was slightly agape as she watched you, she felt no pain at all, all she felt was your warm hand making contact with her skin and she never wanted them to part.

you quickly place an ice pack on her ankle and she slightly winces, you send her an apologetic smile, holding it in place to reduce the swelling. “can you rate your pain on a scale of 1-10?” you question, looking into her eyes but she quickly looks away from you. she doesn’t answer immediately, she’s trying to catch her breath after making eye contact with you.

“leah?” she suddenly snaps out of her trance, looking at you quickly, “sorry!” she exclaims, feeling so incredibly warm. “um..like a 3?” you nod in response, slightly adjusting the ice pack. you smile at her again and leah can’t help but smile back at you.

“alright, let me wrap you up and you can chill with me” you take out bandages and tape from your little bag and gently wrap up her ankle, stopping to ask her if she was okay a couple times. leah was encapsulated by you, watching the way you expertly wrap her ankle better than she’s ever experienced and she’s not even being biassed by your pretty face.

you help her stand up, wrapping her arm around your shoulder while you securely hold her waist. it felt so familiar for the both of you, leaning into each other subtly as you help her walk off the pitch.

when you get to the sidelines, you help her sit down and elevate her ankle, giving her a comforting squeeze on her shoulder as you sat beside her. you couldn’t help but notice that her breathing was a little erratic.

“you okay?” you whisper to her, she was focused on the game until she heard your whispers. she looks down at you with a surprised face. “yeah, why?” she stutters, struggling to maintain your eye contact but she feels more comfortable around you.

“you’re just breathing a little irregularly, just checking in” you lightly pat her thigh and she looks down at your hand, you quickly move it away following her gaze and she has a trace of a smile on her lips.

“just a little puffed out from the game” she sighs, sending you a little grin to assure you. after the game was finished, you help leah walk again towards the change rooms. you sit her down in her cubby and smile at her with pink cheeks. “come and find me if you need anything” she smiles and thanks you, when you turn the corner and leave the room, leah groans in frustration.

“fucking idiot” she puts her head in her hands, the girls in the change room were teasing her relentlessly. “i never thought i’d see a shy leah williamson in my life” millie laughs, her and beth being the main sources of the teasing.

“fuck off, i’m not shy” leah says sternly, her face not amused whatsoever. “your stuttering and pink cheeks in front of the pretty medic says otherwise, leah” keira teases, getting a laugh from lucy as leah flips her off. “nah, you’re mad, mate” leah scoffs, beginning to change out of her kit. “so you wouldn’t mind if one of us made a move?” jill jokes, her smile wiping off her face when leah sends her an icy glare.

“point proven, then?” beth smirks, leah shakes her head and hobbles out of the room. when she made it to the hallway, there you were. “back to see me so soon, williamson” you grin, leah sends you a bashful one in return. “hm, maybe” she spoke somewhat confidently, the teasing of her friends giving her some assertiveness. you smile at her surprised, a different tone evident in her voice, it was a little..flirty - you weren’t entirely sure if leah returned the attraction you felt.

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months go by, leah gaining more ‘injuries’ than ever and you couldn’t help but wonder if she was just doing it on purpose just to see you. her conversations with you were still you doing most of the work but you could tell leah was gaining more and more confidence around you. every time she walked up to you, you couldn’t help but laugh at the teasing she received.

something you also noticed was how leah looked as though she hyped herself up to talk to you. often taking deep breaths before muttering up any sort of courage to even say hi to you. she would often just stand next to you, nervously shifting her weight between her legs until you would spark conversation. she couldn’t bring herself to make the first move - she always made the first move.

when she talked to you, she was incredibly fidgety, playing with the hem of her clothes while you chatted.

when leah talked to anyone, she would do most of the talking. when it came to you, she was a listener. she loved hearing you talk, your soft words making her feel calm and nervous all at the same time. you loved talking to leah, both of you discovering that you had a lot in common.

one day, beth had come up to you and pulled you to the side, you couldn’t miss leah’s angry expression as you were pulled away from her. you send her a smile and her face changes, she smiles back at you and tries to ignore the fluttering in her stomach but she just can’t. her nerves consuming her completely.

“listen (y/n), please put everyone out of their misery and ask leah out” beth pleads, glancing over at leah and back at you. your eyes slightly widen, you follow her gaze to see leah trying to act like she wasn’t paying attention to you and beth but she clearly was.

“are you sure leah likes me?” you ponder, in slight disbelief that she could return your feelings.

“are you joking?” beth laughs, “leah williamson is probably the most confident person i’ve met, yet when you come around, she’s a puddle” you nod your head in understanding, a smile making its way to your face. beth smiles back at you encouragingly, “give her a chance” you nod again, thanking beth for her advice before making your way back over to leah.

she smiles at you before glancing to the floor, swallowing the lump in her throat. “come for a walk with me?” leah snaps her head up at you, pausing for a moment before nodding and standing up, wiping her hands on her jacket and walking along with you. you stand in front of her and look up in attempts to catch her eye, and she manages to maintain her eye contact. her pupils were dilated as she flutters her eyes between yours.

“i wanted to ask you something” blood gently makes surface on your cheeks. “okay” leah lets out a shaky breath, she looks down at her feet for a moment, “sorry” escaping her lips. you make a bold move, slowly moving your hand to grasp hers, she looks up at you surprised, her face completely red as you gently squeeze her hand.

“don’t be sorry” you say softly, smiling at her before making your move. “i wanted to ask if you wanted to go out with me sometime?” leah’s breath audibly hitched, feeling as though she malfunctioned. she pauses and you look at her concerned, maybe you misread the situation.

“shit..you don’t feel the same do you?” you try to slip your hand out of leah’s but she holds on tightly, “yes! i do!” she exclaims, she was certain she was the shade of a tomato. your cheeks turn pink at her volume, “i’d love to” she whispers, running her thumb over the back of your hand. “it’s a date” you smile, leah smiles back, both of you swarmed with butterflies as you look into each other’s eyes.

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you’ve now been dating for 4 years and you finally met the confident leah that everyone who told you about. leah had you swooning at every opportunity possible. once you made the first move all those years ago, leah handled the rest, surprising you completely.

the only times you notice leah returning to her shy self is when she was in front of her teammates, something you loved to tease her about. everyone knew you were dating, painfully obvious when you both walked in the room. beth smiled so brightly when leah didn’t let go of your hand when you neared the door.

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in present times, you and leah moved in together. you getting a job offer at arsenal and still working for england. both of you in absolute bliss. leah was getting changed in your shared bedroom, you watch as she rids herself of her kit and changes into something more comfortable. she can feel your eyes on her and her cheeks still turn pink. “stop looking at me like that” she mumbles, faced with your lovesick grin. “like what, baby?” you reply cheekily, cocking your head to the side when she looks at you bashfully.

“like that! i don’t know, lovey dovey” leah jokes and you move to stand in front of her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her chest, looking up at her adoringly.

“i am lovey dovey for you, beautiful” you pucker your lips up at her and she can feel her entire body on fire. she grins, moving to place a sweet kiss on your lips, moving together tenderly as she pulls you closer to your body. “i love you, my girl” she speaks against your lips, kissing you once more before parting.

“my shy girl, i love you” you say affectionately and leah places her face in your neck, pecking it repeatedly and making you squirm, giggling at feeling her lips graze your skin. “stop it” leah mumbles, sighing and hugging you tightly, lightly swaying your body side to side. “you’re the cutest” you coo, leah pinches your hip and you laugh. “it’s all your fault” she jokes, moving her face out of your neck to face you again, keeping you pressed up against her.

“aw, sorry, baby” you kiss her lips quickly and move your hand up to cradle her cheek, she leans into it and looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky.

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once, you and leah were hosting team bonding at your house. you and leah (you) cooked dinner for some of the girls, leah’s job was apparently just wrapping her arms around your waist as you cooked, hugging you gently. “baby, i can’t do much when you’re holding me like this” you giggle, contracting your words as you lean into her body.

“but you’re warm” she hums, her cheek resting on yours. you were in your own world until beth came in, “oh my god, lovebirds! viv, look!” beth teases, viv standing next to her with an apologetic smile. leah groans and thumps her head on your shoulder, begging beth to leave. you feel her warm body on yours. “oh, beth, leave them” viv mouths a sorry to you, dragging beth back to your living room.

after you all ate, leah set up a movie for everyone to watch. you were cleaning up the kitchen despite the protests of leah, but it only took a couple minutes. when you came to the living room, there was literally no where to sit, leah smiles so brightly as you enter the room, ignoring the snickers coming from beth in the corner.

you grin and move to sit on her lap. she welcomes the contact, placing one hand on your waist and the other on your thigh, giving it a squeeze. the boldness of the gesture had leah grinning. you kiss her cheek when you’re seated and giggle when you feel it grow warm under your affection.

“aw, she’s all shy now!” jen teases, gaining laughs from pretty much everyone in the room. you smile and cradle leah’s head to your chest, she leans into you completely, feeling as though she can tune out all the teasing just with you holding her. you move to whisper in your ear, “don’t be shy, baby,” your lips graze the shell of her ear and she tenses, squeezing your thigh almost warningly. you let out a little gasp, holding her arm that was squeezing your thigh and running your nails over it.

“i’ll show you shy, baby girl” she whispers in your ear, kissing it gently before pulling away to see your flustered face. team bonding was cut short that night, everyone left after feeling the tension in the room between you and leah. leah williamson is anything but shy, and she showed you that.

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cas-skz · 10 months

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Wooyoung x FEM!reader

| non-idol au | drama/romance/smut | 18+!! |

Hiding your true feelings for your brothers best friend was something you had grown used to but when life took a turn, it came crumbling down even faster.

[WRITERS NOTE]

Akakakakakakaka so seeing Wooyoung with a kid caused this story to take a turn and he’s a daddddy!!!! Lmao stay tuned for part two!!! Enjoy xx

“San- my boy. We hit it big tonight. You keep this up and we’ll be loaded with cash in no time.” Wooyoung’s voice echoed through the small apartment as you emerged from the bathroom, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. The boys had just returned from their usual Friday night boxing match - underground and illegal, but the money was worth it at the end of the day.

Two set of eyes immediately scanned your body, with devilish smiles creeping onto their lips as they leaned forward on the couch. Seonghwa and Yunho, more inner fight circle boys. “Don’t be a tease, y/n, drop the towel.” Yunho shot, earning a bag of frozen veggies to be thrown at him by San. “She’s my fucking sister bro.”

“Don’t worry Sannie, I know where he’s been.” You smirked, patting San on the shoulder as you walked to your room. It wasn’t long after that you heard the boys saying their goodbyes and your brother had poked his head in your room to let you know he’d be gone for the night. “Woo is gonna crash here. He’s fighting with that bitch again.”

“Why does he have to sleep here?”

“Where else would he go?”

“Seonghwa’s? Yunho’s? That baby face security guard dude thst comes here sometimes.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Wooyoung, he’d been in your life for years and you had grown close to him but as time passed, you couldn’t help but find him addictively attractive.

“Shut up dude.” San laughed, shaking his head. “He’ll probably just be gaming all night. I’m sure you won’t even know he’s here.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, waving him off.

A few hours had past since San left and as promised, the apartment had remained quiet. You had curled up in bed watching Netflix and snacking until you finally had to use the bathroom. In just an oversized shirt, you pushed off the bed and started down the hall.

“Shit, fuck!” You yelled, strumbling into Woo as he headed back to San’s room. His hands went to your waist, holding you in place as you laughed into your hands. “You scared the shit outta me.”

It wasn’t until you opened your eyes that you realized the close proximity to a shirtless Wooyoung, his toned chest and arms sent shivers down your spine. “Sorry..” Woo awkwardly laughed, letting his hands slowly slide off your sides.

“No, it’s fine. I’m usually walking mindlessly.”

“It is your place. I’m just taking up room.”

“You do the dishes sometimes, so I guess you’re not a total waste.”

Wooyoung huffed a laugh as he gazed down at you, “I’ll let you get to it.”

You smiled gently at him before going into the bathroom, groaning quietly as you plopped down and glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your face was beat red from blushing so hard and as you reached for the toilet paper, you noticed the goosebumps that had taken over your arm.

Even after shoving your feelings deep down and having a couple of relationships over the past years, Woo always had a special place in your heart. You sighed softly as you finished up, finding it nearly impossible to ignore your now throbbing clit.

You turned your back to the sink and propped yourself up against it. After finding a comfortable spot your hand quickly went to work swirling quick circles.

The thing about living in a small apartment was the unfortunate close proximity of everything and keeping things quiet, wasn’t always the easiest. You bit your lip hard as you concealed your moans,

Your mind wondered to Woo, thinking of how you’d want him touch you all over. Thinking of how good he’d feel deep inside your pussy. Your head fell back into the wall as you pleased yourself, blocking the world out.

You had almost hit your peak when the sound of the microwave door slamming shut. “Fuck” you muttered, knocking a few things of the counter as you tried to compose yourself.

“You good in there?” Woo yelled from the kitchen, that unfortunately was only a few feet away.

“Yea, I’m fine!” You replied, quickly picking up the fallen items before turning off the light. You took a deep breath and opened the door, Wooyoung’s eyes shot to you. “I’m making popcorn if you want some.”

You could feel your face burning red, “uh no, thanks though. I’m just gonna go lay down.” You babbled, flashing him a quick smile before quickly returning to your room.

Had he heard you? Did he know what you were doing? All questions ran through your head as you flopped on your bed, groaning into your pillow in frustration.

A few hours had passed before you heard noise coming from the room next to yours, lowering the volume on your tv, you could hear the sound of moaning and dirty talking could almost perfectly through the wall. You listened carefully, quickly clueing in that he was watching porn. What followed next made your pussy start to throb again.

The more you listened, the hotter things seemed to get. Woo’s soft groans entered the mix, you whined quietly as your entrance begged for attention.

Your hand quickly moved to your exposed pussy and to no surprise it was soaking wet. Your head gently knocked on the wall as you slipped your fingers inside your tight entrance, causing you to let out a small moan.

In the room next to you, Wooyoung sat directly on the opposite side of the wall, his hard cock gripped in one hand. He had been driving himself crazy the last few hours, hearing the sounds of your moans from the bathroom played in his head over and over again.

All he wanted to do was go into your room and shove his cock inside you, but he resisted and that’s when he turned to his phone. His cock twitched as he heard you start to moan, the bright red tip leaked pre-cum that he used as lube to help pump his hand.

You and Woo continued to moan and it had became obvious that it wasn’t to the porno. You couldn’t keep yourself from just moaning anymore, and softly started to speak. “I’m so wet.”

Woo audibly groaned in response, “my dick is so hard for you.”

The moans and dirty talking continued back and forth, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, I wanna cum,” you moaned

“You want me to cum with you?”

“Yea, cum with me. Cum like you’re fucking this tight pussy,”

Both your moans increased, your hands worked quickly to pump your hole and rub your clit. Your body started to shake as you got louder and louder with each rub, “I’m gonna cum….fuck”

“Cum for me.”

“Yes. Yes I’m fucking cumming.” Your body shook into orgasm as you continued to rub your clit, the other gripped the sheets as you listened to the sound of Woo panting and groaning.

“You made me cum so much,” he groaned, “what a good girl you are.”

His words sent shivers down your spine, pushing you further more into orgasm. “Only for you,” you moaned, your body hovering a bit off the bed as your came to peak.

You finally came to rest, continuing to softly moan as you came down.

“This has to be our secret, you know that right, baby?”

“Our secret.” You yawned, curling yourself up in your sheets.

“Goodnight.”

You had slept peacefully through the night, feeling relieved but afraid of what was to come.

The next morning you woke to the sound of yelling coming from the kitchen, but what through you off was the unknown female who was arguing with Wooyoung.

“You’re just leaving? She needs her mother, why would you even think of leaving?”

“Because I can’t take being stuck her anymore. I need to get out and have some freedom.”

“At our daughters expense?”

The voices lowered as you heard San enter the apartment, he was quick to address the situation and defend his best friend.

“What? She trying to run away again?” San scoffed, it was a rare tone for your brother to have but you could hear the hatred in his voice.

“This has nothing to do with you San!” The female shouted.

“Considering she’s my god-child, I think it does. Why don’t you just tell him the truth.”

“San, shut the fuck up.”

You were too focused on the argument happening that you didn’t hear the footsteps coming towards your room, “Hey, sorry…” Woo peaked his head in, holding back a small laugh as he saw your attempt to hide against the wall.

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks again as you took a few steps back, allowing Woo into your room. Your fingers played with the bottom of your shirt as he set a baby carrier down, “Your brother is scary when he’s mad.” He chuckled nervously, running his hand through his long black hair.

“He cares deeply that’s why.” You said softly, kneeling on the ground next to the carrier. “What’s this little ones name?”

Wooyoung lowered himself down next to you, his closeness sent waves of warmth through your body. “This is miss Ella, my pride and joy.”

His face brightened as the beautiful baby girl smiled up at him, her small hand wrapped around his finger. “Do you mind watching her? Just until everything is sorted.” He asked.

“Of course I don’t mind.” You smiled, tickling your finger along Ella’s chubby leg. Woo quickly freed her from her carrier, standing up to embrace and kiss her sweetly. You couldn’t help but smile.

“She’s really chill and everything you need is in the bag.” Woo noted, turning to pass Ella to you. “Hey pretty girl.” You smiled as you took her into your arms. You wanted to pause this moment forever, but the yelling from the living room was only getting worse.

“Fu- thank you.” Woo said quickly, pulling you in for a quick hug. He paused for a moment, pressing a kiss above your ear before whispering, “I owe you.”

The time had past faster than expected and thankfully the three in the living room calmed down and started to speak about the situation. As far as you knew, Woo had been fighting with his, now ex, for almost a year. You remember him mentioning how she just wanted to party and bullshit her life away, thankfully it hadn’t effected Ella in any way.

Both you and Ella had passed out at some point, the quiet sound of baby sensory videos made it one of the best naps you’ve ever had.

Your eyes fluttered opened as Woo sat down on the bed, taking Ella into his lap. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You shook your head as you sat up, running a hand through your hair as you grabbed some of Ella’s snacks. “No, it’s okay. I bet this one is starving.” You popped open the can of puffs, which she happily started shoving in her mouth.

“San went out to get some stuff, he wanted me to ask you if it was okay if we stayed here for a bit.” Woo’s eyes met with yours for a quick second, “I told him I couldn’t do that to you. It’s not fair.”

“I’m not letting you guys live in a motel or something.” You chewed on the inside of your lip as you crisscrossed your legs and scooted a little closer. “She deserves somewhere safe.” You smiled down at Ella, booping her nose.

You could feel Woo’s eyes on you as you babbled with Ella, it made you feel warm and safe in a way. But with things taking a sudden turn, you felt like you had to shove those feelings back down again.

“If San says you’re staying then you are.” You insisted. “I’ll help with whatever you need.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“I want to, it’s the least I could do really.”

Your hand slowly slid to his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Please, let me help.”

His eyes met with yours again, giving you that tingly feeling you were becoming familiar with. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek, letting it linger for a long moment before he pulled back and looked at you. His eyes flashed from yours to your lips, he slowly leaned in and your eyes fluttered shut.

“Yunho! Can you watch where you’re going!” San’s voice suddenly filled the apartment, causing you to jump back and climb off the bed. “We should probably go help.” You said quickly, trying to stop yourself from blushing hard.

Thankfully Yunho had dragged Ella’s play-pen in first, so you set her up inside it with a few toys to keep her busy. The next few hours were spent helping San gather some of his things, as he planned to stay with his girlfriend so Woo and Ella could use the room.

After stuffing their faces with pizza, the boys were on their way, leaving you alone with Woo and Ella.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you washed the dishes, lost in your own thoughts when a set of arms gently wrapped around your core. “I could have done those.” Woo said softly, resting his head on your shoulder.

“It’s fine, doing dishes actually relaxes me.” You laughed, glancing down at his hands as his thumb gently rubbed against your stomach. You knew shoving your feelings down was going to be a challenge.

“Hey, I think we should-” You paused to turn around, taking his hands in yours. You looked into his eyes, getting lost in sparkly brown galaxies for a moment. “I just…” your eyes trailed to his lips before shifting back downward.

His pressed a kiss on your forehead before pulling you into a tight hug. “I know.”

You rested your head against his chest, taking in his scent. The feeling of comfort and warmth washed over you as you hugged him back, “You have no idea how much this sucks.”

A few days passed since Woo and Ella moved in and things around the apartment finally felt calm. You spent a majority of your time with Ella while Woo helped San prepare for the next fight.

After a day at the gym, Woo came home drenched in sweat and quickly took a shower after popping in to say hi to Ella.

You were sitting on your bed reading when he walked into your room in nothing but a towel.

“I got something for you.”

“Something other than this?” You joked, sue him up and down.

He smirked and shook his head as he sat down next to you in your bed, placing a little square box down. “Open it.”

You rose your eyebrow at him before opening the black box, inside was a rose gold bracelet with a row of tiny aquamarine crystals on it. Your eyes filled with tears as a child hood memory flooded in. The bracelet was almost an exact match to one your late father had given to you and that your former best friend stole.

“Where did you find this?” You asked, looking at him through watery eyes.

“San and I where checking out a space under this pawn shop up north. I spotted it thinking you’d like it and San told me about the one your dad gave you.” Woo took the bracelet from the box and took your hand into his and placed it on. “He pouted the whole way home that I never buy him gifts.” Woo laughed, adjusting it on your wrist before holding it in his.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” You leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, placing one hand on the back of his head so you could hold him close. His wet body practically stuck to yours and as he hugged you back, he placed gentle kisses between your neck and shoulder.

You felt your body shutter at the sensation, the faintest of moans escaped your lips.

Woo’s hands slipped up the back of your shirt as your breathing picked up, he moved a small bit to get more access to your neck. His lips started to peck softly, slowly turning into gentle sucking and nibbling.

Your hand slowly slid from the back of his head and down his chest before resting gently on his waist, tempted to pull the towel open. Your legs slowly pushed down the light comforter on top of you as you moved yourself closer to Woo, unable to contain yourself any longer.

One of Wooyoung’s hands moved to your front, he slowly ran his fingers across your side boob before starting to play with your nipple. You moaned softly, letting out a small whine as he finally pulled away and looking at you with shy eyes. “Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.

You leaned away from him and nodded, helping him as he slipped you out of your shirt, exposing your naked body. Your cheeks rushed a dark red as your finger tapped on the loosely wrapped towel, you pulled it open with his permission.

You both took a minute to scan each others bodies, Woo fingers trailed against your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“I want you.” Woo whispered.

You scooted back on the bed, giving him room to lay down next to you. His towel fell as he stood to reposition, his hard cock stood to attention as he pulled the covers over the both of you.

Your lips were now itches away from his, “We shouldn’t.” Your hand trailed down the side of his body before resting on his hip. “But I don’t think I can keep myself from you any longer.”

Wooyoung pulled himself closer to you, “So don’t.” His lips brushed against yours, “He knows I’m in love with you.”

“W-what? What ar-”

His lips crashed into yours before you could finish your sentence, kissing you deeply and passionately.

You let your whole body sink into the kiss, tangling your legs with his as you moved your hand to his cock while his found its way to your clit.

He was everything you’d dreamt about and even better than you’re fantasies. Wooyoung made your entire body feel electric.

You moaned against his lips as you became more and more aroused. A small gasp escaped your lips as he slid a finger inside your tight entrance, you could hear how wet you were with each movement his finger made.

Woo’s head dipped down to your chest, where he placed kisses all around your breast before taking the nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tender bud, flicking and sucking.

“Fuck.” You moaned, tangling your hand in his hair as he leaned you onto your back. His mouth moved to your other nipple and your hands gripped the sheets as he added a second finger into your pussy.

Woo trailed kisses back up to your lips as his fingers slowly slid from inside you, “Taste.”

You opened your mouth as he slowly put two sweet tasting fingers inside, “Good girl.” He praised, kissing you again as he guided the tip of his cock through your pussy lips.

You whined quietly as he teased your entrance, poking just the tip in and out as he slowly worked to fit his cock deeper and deeper inside. You cursed against his lips as your nails dug into his chest and his thick cock filled you out.

You held each other close as you continued to fuck, whispering sweet nothings to each other and none stop kissing. You couldn’t help fall for him more and more as the night went on. It felt so new but familiar at the same time.

You woke the next morning in bed alone, but to the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen. You ran a hand through your hair, still damp from the late night shower you had with Woo and grabbed one of his long sleeve shirts before making your way into the kitchen.

You stood back and took a moment to take it all in. Wooyoung cooking away with Ella balanced on his hip, chatting away with her about colors and numbers.

“Morning.” You said softly, walking towards the two and placed a kiss on Ella’s cheek before Woo’s.

Wooyoung smiled down at you, “Could you put her in her chair please.” He asked, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Of course.”

When you turned around again, Woo quickly cupped your face and kissed you deeply, pulling you in as close as he could. “I couldn’t kiss you properly with her in my arms.”

You leaned up on your tippy toes as you wrapped your arms around his waist, “I guess we can forgive you.” You teased.

After a few minutes, Woo joined you and Ella at the table, pulling you onto his lap as you happily enjoyed the meal he made. It made your heart warm.

Weeks started to fly by as you grew closer to Wooyoung, falling more and more in love with him. You also got to know Ella a lot more, her habits and routine, things that made her happy or upset. She was pretty easy once you figured out what the problem was.

Wooyoung and San had been winning fights left and right, bringing in more money than their accounts could hold. While things seemed to be going perfectly, it suddenly came crashing down.

The door slammed opened just as you were finished changing Ella, a wave of panic and urgency filled the home.

“Y/N, get your things. Now. Whatever you need for at least a month” San ordered, his eyes filled with anger as he stormed through the house, grabbing your items of clothing and shoving them into a duffle bag.

Wooyoung was right behind him, your heart dropped as your eyes met with his. “What’s happening?”

“Y/N! Hurry!” San yelled from your room.

“We need to get you two out of here.” His words were cut short as San came out of your room, once again shouting an order at you to gather your things.

Within a few minutes you had gathered just about everything you could think of, anything you needed on a daily. It took all your energy to hold your emotions back as the sight unfolded in front of you, San and Woo were running back and forth packing things into an unfamiliar vehicle.

“Woo…please tell me what’s going on?” You asked as Ella started to cry in your arms. You softly patted her back and shushed her as he quickly started to bring you to the SUV, doing everything in your power to hold back tears.

Without an answer, he swept Ella from your arms as San spun you towards him.

“You trust me?” He asked, looking you directly in the eyes.

“Always…”

He pulled you into a hug, immediately causing the tears to fall from your eyes. “I promise we’ll come back to you and Ella.”

“What the fuck do you mean?” You shoved yourself back from him, anger now taking over.

“We have to go. I love you.”

He rushed over to his car, yelling at Woo to wrap it up.

You yelled after him, trying to follow when Wooyoung grabbed your wrist and turned you to him. There was sadness in his eyes and it broke your heart.

Your tears started to fall again as he pulled you into him for a kiss. The salty taste from your combined tears slipped between your lips.

“I love you. Please take care of her.”

Wooyoung quickly got you into the car where Ella was sitting in her car seat, holding one of Woo’s shirts. He gave you one last kiss before closing the door.

“No…No!” You cried out, trying to open the door. Childlock was on, and he was already quickly heading towards the other car.

As both cars took off in opposite direction, there was nothing you could do but fall onto the seat and cry.

PART TWO

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #reader x wooyoung #wooyoung fanfic #wooyoung #jung wooyoung x reader #ateez x reader #ateez x female reader #wooyoung x you #jung wooyoung #wooyoung x y/n

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kvtie444 · 6 months

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A/N: this is so short lmao

Summary: being spoiled by Matt before your date xx

Warnings: kissing, that’s it !

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Stepping into the elegant black satin mini dress, I gaze at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. The neckline of the dress perfectly complements my figure, and I apply a touch of my favourite perfume to my pulse points just as I hear a knock on the door. It's Matt, signalling that he's ready for our special date.

"Come in," I call out, and he enters the room wearing a matching ensemble: a crisp white button-up shirt, a sleek tie, and well-fitted pants. The familiar, comforting scent of his cologne wafts through the air. His striking blue eyes slowly trace my body, appreciating every inch of my skin as a smile plays on his lips. Stepping closer, he stands behind me and places his hands on my hips. Our eyes meet in the mirror.

"You're so perfect, my pretty girl," he murmurs, causing a blush to rise in my cheeks. "Not too bad yourself, handsome," I giggle, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair. "Could you zip up my dress, please?" His eyes lower to the task at hand as he reaches for the zipper, deftly pulling it up until it reaches the top. His hand lingers on my back, his other softly pushing my hair over my shoulder as he leans in to plant a soft kiss on my neck. The warmth of his lips sends a pleasant shiver down my spine.

After our moment at the mirror, we make our way to his bedroom, and he closes the door behind us. I turn to grab my purse from the bed, but I suddenly feel his presence behind me. His hands find my hips, and he gently turns me around. When our eyes meet, a cocky smirk tugs at his lips.

"Sit," he commands. I raise an eyebrow, smiling in confusion, but I obey his instructions. "Matt, what's going on?" I chuckle. He walks over to his closet and retrieves a red shoebox labelled Valentino.

"Matt, you didn't," I gasp as he opens the box, revealing a stunning pair of black heels. He delicately grasps my calf, lifting my leg as he slides the heel onto my foot. "You know I have to spoil my girl," he remarks, his eyes fixed on tightening the strap around the "V" buckle. After repeating the process with my other foot, he stands up and extends his hand to help me up. He doesn't release my hand and pulls me closer, our chests practically touching.

"You really didn't have to do this, Matt," I say, looking up into his eyes. "There's something else I got for you," he replies with a smile, walking over to his desk and retrieving a small turquoise gift bag adorned with the Tiffany's logo.

"Matt," I playfully whine, "are you serious?" My eyes widen in awe as he steps behind me, taking out a beautiful silver necklace and clasping it around my neck. The cool metal sends a pleasant shiver down my spine, and I look down at the delicate heart pendant. Turning back to face him, I find myself at a loss for words, and he breaks the silence with a beaming smile.

"It suits you so much, baby," he comments, his happiness mirroring my own. I reach up and place my hands on his jaw, rising on my toes to plant a tender kiss on his soft lips. He holds me close by the waist, and we part briefly.

"I love you so much," I declare, smiling up at him.

"I love you more, baby,"

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#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #imagine #smut #fluff #angst

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bakugoushotwife · 6 months

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kinktober day nineteen: hate sex

>>> i’m really taking some liberties with this prompt LMFAOOOOO listen. y’all should just be thanking me this wasn’t a gojo kinktober. leave me be. also this is the first piece since my laptop kicked the bucket so PLEASE ignore the UGLY formatting i will fix it as soon as i get a new laptop.

>>> starring: satoru gojo x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: ghostie gojo jdjdfkgk, bestie nanami, uhh spankings, choking, doggy, prone bone, cream pie, pet names (sweetheart) and mean names (dickhead, asshole) >>> wc: 4.5k >>> event masterlist

everything was perfect. he was a great partner despite all the people that warned you that the special grade sorcerer was incapable of it. he was wonderful and sweet and considerate, even. he brought you lunch at work and took you on wonderfully lavish dates. he texted you constantly and showered you with gifts. you had only been together for a few months, though almost a year of history had led you here. you were happy, proving everyone who doubted your relationship wrong. until you realized that they were only trying to keep you from this reality.

“i love you, you know.” you told him, swinging your intertwined hands between you as he walked you home. this was a truth you’ve known since the relationship was too fresh to say such things, but a truth nonetheless. he hid it well in the moment, but that was the death sentence to a man like satoru gojo. he knew it was only a matter of time—yet his heart stopped in his chest, turning to steel before falling out of his ass. but he made sure his smile never faltered.

“oh yeah? i’ll add you to the list.” he chuckled, poking your side to make you laugh at the stupid taunt. it worked well enough, you didn’t seem to catch on to his avoidance. you didn’t chastise him for not saying it back, at least.

he walked you to your front door like normal. he gave you a goodbye and goodnight kiss like normal, he even smiled so genuinely and told you he’d call you in the morning—just like normal.

but when morning came, his call didn’t. no big deal, you thought, he’s a very busy man. once he gets some free time, he’ll call. but hours pass, and you don’t get so much as a text to apologize or let you know he was going to be late. you keep staring at his contact, debating whether or not you should bother or not for an hour or so. but a text couldn’t be too distracting, so you type something up.

‘good morning! or afternoon now, lol–i missed ur call, i hope ur having a good day!! call me when you can xx’

it doesn’t deliver. you furrow your brows and try it again, but it still doesn’t go through. you move to a different area of your house, thinking it was spotty reception in your bedroom. you try to send the text again—but it still doesn’t send. you try to call, your heart now pounding in your ears. something must have malfunctioned, right? after all your years as friends and these brief months exploring more—he wouldn’t just block you, right?

the phone call doesn’t ring, just an automated voice telling you that that the call couldn’t be completed as dialed. he blocked you. without so much as a hint to why. everything was perfect last night, he was all smiles and laughter, what could have changed? you want to call the only mutual connection you have—ieiri shoko—but decide it’s best not to involve her in the matter between two of her friends. it’s not tasteful and if there’s any chance of this being a misunderstanding, then taking it to your friends is the last thing you want to do. you could maybe ask nanami for advice at work in the morning—you wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends, but he’s how you met the strongest man alive. so he has to have some tips! yes, you’ll talk to nanami about it first thing tomorrow.

talk his ear off about it is more apt if you ask the grade one who merely dabbles in business work. he tried to be polite and listen to the tale—but your first mistake was in dealing with gojo in the first place. there was no advice in the world to fix that amount of stupid, especially if you were looking to get him back. but nanami catches the issue as soon as you recount the tale of your last conversation with the special grade.

“you told him that you love him?” he clarified with a raised brow. based on the judgment that flashes in his eyes, you know that was the wrong move. you huff in frustration.

“you introduced me to him—why would you set me up like this nanakun??” you pout, angrily folding your arms over one another. it’s a shitty attempt to take the heat off yourself, and nanami can appreciate it.

“hardly. he shoved his way in my office and you happened to be in there already.” he rolls his eyes. trust him, he did not want to see more of gojo—and dating his workplace’s secretary only meant that the annoying presence followed him even here. “i strongly advised against it. i knew we would end up here.”

you shoot him a glance, but his unamused face remains unchanging. you ignored everyone’s warnings, choosing the results he was giving you as reason enough for them to be wrong. did he enjoy leading you on and wasting his time? what was the game in all this?

“you shouldn’t have gone after him at all. but you definitely shouldn’t have told him you love him first.” nanami nearly seemed horrified. or what you imagined he would look like when horrified, eyes slightly widened and jaw dropped partially.

you bite the inside of your cheek. you didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. maybe it’s because you knew how you felt for so long. maybe it was just because satoru put you at ease—none of the reasons matter now.

“it’s hard for him to do serious. love is as serious as it gets.” nanami sighs wistfully. you were a nice girl who didn’t deserve to be another name on the list of hearts broken by satoru gojo. for your own good, you should forget all about him and sorcerers as a whole. you would be much better off. but something about that look on your face paired with the fact that he knows satoru has never been happier in his miserable existence makes nanami sigh. “he’s just afraid of committing. the only person he ever loved just up and left him one day. so just…try to let him go. let him come back if he wants—if you want. maybe then he’ll be ready.”

your heart warms at your friend’s words. it was clear he couldn’t care less if things worked out or not, but he wanted you to feel better. you smile softly at his words, “thank you nanakun, i’ll try to…let him go.”

you think you did a pretty good job of that. as time went on, you think you even managed to convince yourself you didn’t want him back at all. if he could just flake out on you—look you in the face and lie—you didn’t want him. no matter how sexy and sweet and strong he was, trust is the most important thing. you keep your head down and work hard, catching up with nanami and learning any updates on your sorcerer that way.

apparently he was casually dating around, but nothing nearly as serious as you. he made sure of that. he hadn’t heard an ‘i love you’ in years, and while he may have thought it at different times throughout the past couple of dates you’ve been on, he hadn’t said it. even thinking it was bad enough. that meant you held an unimaginable and concerning amount of power over him. that meant you could crush his soul into a million pieces. that meant you could ruin him—and he can’t go through that again. the possibility of handing himself over to deep and passionate love was beautiful in theory but terrifying in practice, and the thought of giving in just to lose a second time were odds he just wasn’t willing to gamble with.

so he did it first. if he broke your heart you couldn’t break his.

so why does he feel so bad? so empty? every pretty girl he carted around after that was a weak competitor. they were nice enough, but so shallow and boring—they treated him like everyone else. you were special. you treated him like a person. someone with feelings and dreams and regrets. you asked him questions. real questions that made him think about real answers, nothing surface level like his favorite color or movie. you wanted to know him. and he let you learn just some of his darkest days and you told him you love him anyway. and he ran away from you. goddamn. he’s his own worst enemy.

he shows up with flowers one day, six weeks after you’ve broken up—or he dumped you. it was a normal day until then, but it certainly wouldn’t be after. it was laughably large bouquet, it almost looked like he was struggling to hold it all. your eyes must look like two full moons based off of his amused yet apologetic smile. you have to make yourself stop your smile before it spreads.

“hi…” he said nervously, shifting his weight foot to foot. he messed up—how could he make up for it? “i was wondering—“

“leave.” your shaky voice manages to croak out, quickly looking down at your paperwork. you had to avoid his stare, surely he would figure you all out if he looked deep enough. nanami said to make him work for it.

“flowers aren’t your thing, huh?” he seems undeterred—in fact, he seems emboldened by your reaction. “that’s fine. i’ll leave them here…” he styles them on your desk, sweeping your stapler and pencil sharpener and organizers to the side to accommodate the large vase. you watch him carelessly move things about, forcing you to accept his gift.

“you’re annoying.” you groan, though the flowers are gorgeous. they’re the same kinds you pointed to when you went on a nature walk one time—something he swore he was going to hate but ended up being one of his favorite outings with you. you seemed to have that effect on him.

“i know! one of my better qualities, i think.” he hums happily, chlorinated pools of crystal blue stare at you over the lenses of his casual sunglasses. he traded in the blindfold in hopes of winning you back—he wasn’t above playing dirty, even if he was the reason he had to play at all.

“as opposed to? ghosting?” you raise your brow. he sighs. he doesn’t know what he expected. he knew you wouldn’t fall right back into his arms, but that biting look in your eye makes him wonder if he’s messed things up beyond repair. either way, he won’t go down without a fight.

“yes—that’s one of the bad ones.” he scrunches his nose in distaste. he bends at the waist to lean his elbows on your desk, propping his face up in his hands. “look sweetheart—“

you scoff, leaning back in your office chair with something akin to amusement. you fold your arms over your chest and arch your brow, and even though you are absolutely pissed, you still manage to make his heart skip a beat. “don’t call me that, you fucked me up. or does that it make you happier?”

“you think i’m bringing you flowers for my health or something? i’m trying to apologize!” he whines, tugging a lone flower out of the bouquet and extending it toward you. “i’m an asshole, i know, and i don’t deserve to call you sweetheart—“

“i don’t accept.” you tilt your nose in the air. he swears he can see the hint of a smirk on your lips, and he sighs. you hold the power yet again, but this time he’s going to allow it.

“what can i do to make it up to you? it was a mistake..i see that now.” he frowns, looking down at the pale pink petals brushing against his fingers.

“mm, yeah? i’m sure fucking a bunch of other women helped clear that up.” you look at the flower in his hand too, examining the brightness, the absolute perfection of the petals. it almost withers with the man holding it.

“wh-what?” he blinked rapidly. he hadn’t had sex with anyone—god no, he can’t do fleeting connections, and in his heart of hearts he knew that none of them would fill the void you left behind. but your jealousy…now that he could use. “aw, baby, just say you missed me. i could clear up some things for you too.”

you snarl at the insinuation, even more annoyed that he didn’t deny romping around with other women after dropping you like it was nothing.

“i’m sure you wish you could, baby, but i’m not sloppy seconds.” you take the flower and snap the stem, tossing it on your desk without second thought. he pouts at the gesture, deciding that words were no use on you, he hums. he knows how to handle this.

“no, but you are more delicious the second time.” he sings, and you get up from your desk in frustration. he was so irritating. did he think that he could just disappear on you like that and you’d just forgive him like nothing? you huff up at him, gathering all your stuff and shoving it into your office bag. nanami watches from the stairs—and he’s proud that you’re making gojo work for it, at least.

you stomp out of the office building with all the theatrics at your disposal, and it only makes satoru smirk as he walks after you. god you want him so bad, he thinks. he catches the office door before you can slam it closed behind you, sliding his palm across the wooden panels with a suave coolness. it’s like he has the situation completely under control, strolling leisurely after the little lady stomping and yelling at him over her shoulder. he knows he fucked up, and if you wanted to blast him through the city on your route home, then he’d smile and walk dumbly after you.

your heart was racing. he was still following you—and you knew if he cornered you alone, there would be no denying him. your brain was fighting hard enough to deny him back in the office already. your blood is boiling. why do you want him back so bad? he left you—is sleeping with other women, even, and you're letting him tail you to your house. you shut the door on him, but he just teleports into your living room anyways. you give him a look—not sure what else to say. ordering him out would be futile—as you didn’t want him to and he clearly wouldn’t obey.

he’s smug, sitting on your couch with one long leg crossed over the other one, his arm stretched across the back of the couch like he’s just waiting to put it around you. he stares at you knowingly, but that smirk is driving you insane.

“stop looking at me like that—and get out of my house.” you try meekly, at least you could say you could. your eyes narrow at his unmoving form and he can’t help but chuckle a little bit.

“you’re trying so hard to be mad at me, sweetheart.” he hums, arching a brow in amusement. he bats those long white eyelashes at you like he’s just ready for you to admit the truth and come crumble in his lap.

“i’m pissed, not trying that hard at all.” you scoff and shake your head, tossing your bag on the floor so that you may properly cross your arms at him. “you lied to my face, ghosted me, and now you’re acting like i’m being ridiculous for not accepting your flowers and taking you back?”

he shakes his head, a little nonchalant frown on his face. “you aren’t ridiculous for that—“ he stands and makes his way to you, not even bothering to hide the way he eyes you up and down. “you’re ridiculous for pretending you don’t want to. i could make this allll better if you’d just let me, sweetheart.”

his breath is as icy as his eyes when he leans down, brow arched like he’s asking a question. he is, you realize, he wants to know if you’ll let him.

“i never really slept with anyone, sweetheart. promise. was just trying to get you off my mind. didn’t work—made everything worse, actually. i got what i deserved.” he sighs softly, noting the hesitation on your face but the want in your eyes. he reaches a tentative hand to your face, giving you a soft smile when you let him touch you. “i’m sorry…you’re all i can think about. i just got nervous—i’m so stupid. beyond stupid—“

you smash your lips onto his to keep him from yapping. all he had to do was apologize. really apologize and mean it—but you would still punish him for walking away. you would make sure he could never do it again, lest he’ll never be able to get you out of his head even in death.

his hands grab at your dress, pulling you against his body in one fluid motion. the kiss changes moods entirely. the room feels like it’s buzzing now, his passion felt through the way he moves. he slides over your ass, kneading and fisting the fat with a groan into your mouth. you step into him, backing him to the couch. he grins against your lips like always—his kiss was warm and apologetic, lips hurriedly slotting over yours in an effort to make up for his transgressions.

he falls into a seat, pulling you into his lap with him. he sees your plan, and won’t go down without a fight. he promised to straighten you out after all. but letting you think you’re in charge was adorable, so he didn’t mind to indulge in it. you push his chest back with your own, grabbing his chin in your hand roughly. his back hits the couch and he can’t hold back his little giggle as his hands follow the paths of your body, though a satisfied hum follows at the feeling.

“you are sorry—a sorry piece of shit.” you huff, repeatedly kissing him over and over with all the anger you’ve been pinning up for the past few weeks without him. he grunts lowly, opening his mouth to invite you deeper. you take his willingness as a gift, plunging your tongue in his mouth and making sure yours stays in control. he tastes like honey and cinnamon, and it was a taste you missed more than you let yourself believe.

“pieces of shit must be your type though.” he sasses, standing up with you on his lap. he knows where your room is based on his extensive stays over, it’s nearly muscle memory for him to kick your door open with the point of his shoe, smiling up at you like no time had passed —like no bad blood had resulted from it. he throws you down like you weigh nothing, though he takes a seat on the side. upon hearing you gasp at his words, he scoffs and shakes his head. “don’t even think about it. i’ll fuck it out of you anyway.”

you can’t deny the way your body tingles and warms at his command. he’s usually soft and sweet, just rough enough to satisfy any cravings of yours—but he never struck obedience into your soul. your mouth closes, and he chuckles a little bit at your change. “that’s better. now if you wanna keep poppin’ off with attitude, i’ll get nasty instead of the sweet apology i planned for you.”

you roll your eyes, he was testing it. “don’t tempt me—“ you huff, a little annoyed at how easily your body gives up. you didn’t want to give him the ego boost of obedience, so you give him the attitude requested. “you messed up—i’ll talk to you however I want—“

he sighs and tugs at you, pulling your body at will. he splays you across his lap—long legs hanging over the edge of your bed. your dress is shoved up over your ass, and the tiny string of your thong is drawn back and snapped against the flesh. it makes you squeal a little in surprise, but you would be lying to say you didn’t want more.

“oh i’m a piece of shit, who are these for, nyeh?” he flicks your panties again, the sensation a small pleasurable sting.

“you dumped me—they’re for whoever i want.” you huff at him, even if his jealousy makes your heart warm. he slaps the fat of your ass lightly, humming at the way you jolt.

“yeah?” he smacks your other side, “i didn’t fuck anybody though. knew i needed you.” he spanks the same spot, the sting intensifies so wonderfully and makes your head spin. you can’t help the little moans that leave you with every slap.

“didn’t fuck anybody either, dickhead.” you pant, tossing him a glare over your shoulder. his free hand comes to grab your throat, sinewy warm and soft fingers wrap around your column with a tight grip—though not enough to restrict any airflow, of course. his cock stabs into your side at the sight. he grins brightly, almost sadistic in nature.

“you’re silly.” he hums, squeezing your throat until your eyes cross a little. he hums at you, the vision enough to make him painfully hard, but he always knows when to let up. he slaps your ass in conjunction with his little squeeze. he knows how to keep your eyes on him— repeatedly shaking his head, like he disapproves of you. “so pretty though. but mouthy.” he tsks, giving you a punishing spank to your tender skin. he hums pleasantly at the way your skin breaks a little, his red handprints making their way to the surface. “can’t even accept an apology. what do you want me to do, sweetheart?”

you can’t deny the wetness pooling in that skimpy thong. the stinging through your ass only makes your brain fog worsen, need was the only thing on your mind. he was so strong and sexy, and he was trying to make it up to you. you suppose you could…hear him out. that didn’t mean you were back together.

“fuck me—i’ll make my decision based on your performance.” you purr in his lap, wiggling your branded ass. he groans, you’re going to tease when you look like this? he woulda proposed if you asked him to if it meant you were all his again. commitment didn’t scare him so much anymore. you were as angry as ever and you still smiled when you saw him. you still let him follow you back home to plead his case. even if you didn’t have much a choice, you hardly even put up a fight. and he knew what that meant: you weren’t nearly as angry as you were trying to be.

“oh i’ll fuck you, sweetheart. let’s see if you can take it.” he hums so innocently, scooting you off his lap and onto all fours. he slides your thong to the side, laughing giddily at the sight of your soaking cunt. you definitely weren’t as mad as you were trying to be. “god look at this ocean—i almost feel bad for ya. trying to be such a meanie t’me when i’m the only one that can make it better.”

he wrestles with his pants, pushing them to his knees with haste. precious time was ticking, and stripping completely was a waste of it. he nearly sighs in relief when he frees himself, pumping his length fluidly. you whine at the time it’s taking him to fuck you, wiggling your cute rear and huffing.

“takin’ too long—“ you can’t finish your sentence before you cry out, his cock splitting you open just as you asked for. your walls felt like coming home, and every squeeze you give him was like a warm hug. he can’t believe he denied himself this for weeks just because you said something he’d been dying to hear from someone who meant it his entire life.

“better?” he asks, using your plush hips as his handlebars. this was why you would never be able to move on from him no matter the advice and warnings and every sign in the world telling you ‘no satoru gojo!’ he was just too good, he knew you all too well and your body craved and needed him like water. he fit in your cunt like he was built to, every pump of his cock left you gripping the sheets in an effort to hold yourself up, which you can only do for a few more seconds. “what, too hard? i thought you wanted to be fucked, little one?”

you’re stuck in a silent scream, unable to answer him. you feel like you can feel him in your lungs, his hips absolutely bullying yours. he admires your deep arch even though you’ve fallen forward, your ass rippling into his pubic hair so perfectly he had to reward you with some grunts and groans of his own. he lays over your back, cooing his praises in your ear.

“there she goes, now she’s taking good dick. can’t believe you almost wasted a thong like this— good thing i stay around, yeah?” he shoves your forward just a bit, off his cock and face first into your pillows. you whine at the loss, but he flattens your legs and sits on top of them—squeezing his cock between your thighs and ass, guiding his dick back in. you mewl at the new sensation. how could he possibly be deeper? “awww, that’s a good girl. letting me fuck ya like i hate ya when i’m just trying to prove that i love you too.”

you clench when he says it, moans intensifying as he uses you in this new position. he smirks, you’re adorable. laying there screaming for him with a gorgeously painted ass and a perfect body taking all the force behind his thrusts. “you still love me, sweetheart?”

you nod eagerly, your moans borderline animalistic. “yes—fuck, yes i do, i love you satoru!” you feel him so deeply in your stomach that you can’t keep holding back. it felt like a rubber band snapped as you squeeze around him and cover him with your essence. he keeps going, eyes trained on your recoil and the white ring you left at the base of his cock. your confirmation only drives him crazier, your limp body beneath him taking his increased pace like a champ—little overstimulated moans the only sound he can hear.

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy to show you how much i love you.” he groans, picking your body up in one strong arm to hold you down on his cock. you feel the rush of heat and shudder, the fact he was willing to deal with the consequences of cumming inside alone made you want more of him—until he couldn’t cum anymore. he holds you up, luckily enough— you wouldn’t be able to do it yourself—and places soft kisses to your neck. he hums, enjoying the taste of your skin slightly sweaty and warm from his love. he stays inside you, he can’t bring himself to move just yet, but he sighs in content.

“so…we back together?”

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 months

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hiya! ik it might be late for v-day prompts but could i request a buck x female reader with the prompts 'boo boo kiss' and 'pet names'? where he's gone on a mission all day and she's a base nurse? maybe he comes back all scraped up and a little delulu

thanks so much! xx

not too late at all, Nonnie! Thank you so much for requesting, I’ve been having so much fun with these Masters of the Air requests! (Reminder that requests are open! Feel free to check out some of my favorite prompt lists in my pinned post, or check the tag “Sage’s Valentines” for some special Valentine’s Day prompts <3)

Obligatory disclaimer that I know absolutely nothing about head wounds nor how they were dealt with during WW2, we are running purely on vibes here 😇

Kiss It Better? 💋

Having been a base nurse at Thorpe Abbots for nearly three months now, you were no stranger to flirtatious soldiers. They would wander in between missions — usually to visit a friend on the mend in sickbay — and it became routine for them to try out one or two pickup lines on you. Sometimes they made you blush, but you knew it was all just a bit of fun for them. Had to get their entertainment somewhere, you supposed.

Major Gale Cleven, or “Buck” as everyone called him… he was different, though. The first time he’d come in to visit an injured comrade, you’d stood there frozen for at least a full ten seconds before coming back to yourself and leading him over to his friend.

It wasn’t just that he was handsome — though he absolutely was. It was the way he made real conversation with you in the rare moments where you didn’t have any pressing responsibilities, rather than a few silly lines to turn you red. He was… kind, and before too long you began to consider him a friend.

A friend you had a hopeless crush on, but a friend nonetheless.

Your fellow nurses, and even a few of the 100th Bomb Group took notice, and would quietly tease you whenever Buck came by — though he never seemed to notice how you blushed and swatted away the people who’d give you knowing smiles as they walked by.

Every time he went out on a mission, you held your breath, and thanked your lucky stars each time he wasn’t one of the soldiers being rushed to the sickbay upon their return.

Until he was.

You were in the middle of tending to poor Lt. Crosby after yet another bout of airsickness when Buck was rushed in. You froze, icy veins of fear gripping your heart, but quickly shook it off and went back to your current patient, mentally scolding yourself.

But Harry had noticed how the blood had drained from your face, and gently placed a hand over yours, stopping you.

“Go take care of him,” he smiled, nodding over to where Buck was being transferred to a bed, “I’ll be fine. Nothin’ I haven’t dealt with before.”

You eventually nodded, asking one of your fellow nurses to take over for you despite Harry’s protests that he was “perfectly fine, honest!” and made your way over to Buck’s cot in the corner of the room.

As you drew closer, you winced at the large bump that was clear on his temple, accompanied by various scrapes and bruises. According to the people that brought him in, the landing had been rougher than usual, and loose items in the plane had flown everywhere, leaving more than one soldier with bumps and bruises, but Buck seemed to have gotten the worst of it.

You attempted to remain professional, cataloging each injury and mentally checking off the supplies you’d need. Something seemed… off about Buck, though. Rather than a pained wince or even a brave attempt at his usual smile, Buck’s face transformed into a wide, uncharacteristic grin as you stood at his bedside.

“Hey,” he said in a dazed voice, your name sliding off his tongue with an ease that surprised you, given that he always called you by your last name and made sure to use the title of “Nurse” that you’d earned in wartime.

You nearly blushed at the charming, boyish expression on his face, wincing only slightly at the way the scrapes scattered across his face stretched with his smile, but remained as professional as you could, tending to his wounds with care and speed that spoke to your experience.

Buck rambled the entire time — this may have been the most you’d heard him speak since you met, and you soaked in every word. He rambled on about what happened in the air on this most recent mission, about his friends & family back home, about life in Wyoming.

“Got any pretty girls waiting for you back there?” You blurted out, fiddling with the bandages on his forehead and firmly avoiding eye contact.

“None as pretty as you, darlin’” Came his smooth reply, and good lord if hearing him call you that in that soft Southern drawl didn’t make you weak in the knees.

“Oh, hush, Major.” You bit your lip in an attempt to hide the smile fighting its way to your face, retreating back into the safety of professionalism.

“How are you feeling now? Those scrapes should heal up in no time, but you might have to hold off flying until that head wound clears up—”

“Might heal up faster if you kiss it better,” he grinned, dazed blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Heat flooded your face, and your mind went entirely blank.

Several subtle glances around the room confirmed that your fellow nurses were focused on their own patients. Not a single eye was on you and Buck in the corner.

Taking a moment to gather your courage, you steeled yourself before pressing your lips to Buck’s temple for the merest moment. You were sure your cheeks were nearly as red as your lipstick as you pulled away, checking again to make sure no one saw— the teasing from your colleagues would surely be merciless if they knew.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I can feel myself gettin’ better already,” Buck drawled with that same boyish grin, his fingertips resting over yours at the edge of the bed.

You jerked away, suddenly even more aware of the potential eyes on you.

“You should heal up just fine, Major. The docs will just need to run a couple tests before you’re clear to fly again.” You said before excusing yourself.

If only you hadn’t been in such a rush to get away.

You would’ve remembered to wipe off the bright red lipstick mark lingering on Buck’s forehead.

(Sorry, Nonnie 😇 I saw the opportunity for a cliffhanger here and I couldn’t resist… What could possibly happen next? 👀)

Read Part 2 here!

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bemyawakening · 1 year

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may I request a Price x pregnant! Wife reader where he wakes up in the middle of the night and notices she isn't there, he sees that their bathroom's light is on and finds her throwing up and crying due to very bad morning sickness which makes her so uncomfortable. She gets so embarrassed because she looks like an absolute mess but John does not give a shit because she's literally his wife, the person he loves the most and the one carrying his child.

John holds her head and rubs her back as she pukes. He comforts her and takes her to bed after😿💝💝 Thanks a lot! I luv all your posts💝

RADIANT — JOHN PRICE X PREGNANT!READER (f!reader)

thank you so much for this request, love! Domestic Price has a special place in my heart! I hope I did your request justice! xx

word count: 1431

warnings: throwing up, mentions of sexual actions, tooth-rotting fluff

They said that the nausea would fade away once you will get into the Second Trimester. The First Trimester was absolutely horrible—everything itched your nose the wrong way. Your husband couldn’t smoke anymore as your pregnant nose would pick up any lingering tobacco scent on his skin.

There you were. Just starting to enjoy the peace of not waking up and immediately going to throw up, you knew you jinxed it. Because there you were, your eyes widening at instance, feeling the acidic taste moving up your stomach.

You flew like a rocket out of the bed even if your back was aching a little bit. Thankfully, your husband hasn’t cocooned you in his arms like every night, because you were too busy whining that he’s too warm for your liking—the pregnancy really made you whiny about every single thing, but your husband took everything as a champion. It was a small price to pay since you were carrying his child.

Instantly tiptoeing to the bathroom, you threw out your dinner into the toilet. Pushing your knees on the cold tiles, your body started to shake—you had a horrible fear of throwing up and pregnancy was your worst nightmare. In one hand, you were holding your hair away from your face, another was holding the edge of the toilet bowl, feeling that this wasn’t over.

Cold sweat formed on your forehead as you kneeled on the tiles frozen—not daring to move an inch. The acid in your mouth was burning your gums slightly as you tried to even out your breaths. It has happened so many times that you knew what you had to do, but the fear always clung to your back and you started to hesitate.

At moments like these, you hated being the one pregnant. Suddenly the thought of having a surrogate didn’t sound so bad, but you tried to cling to the better experiences. For instance, your husband never left your side. He didn’t let you do any of the chores even if you were competent and you still did the stuff needed when he was at the base.

Feeling another burning sensation in your stomach, you winced and then the door slightly creaked behind you. Embarrassment flushed on your cheeks—most of the time you managed to throw up without John knowing because, well, it wasn’t very hot seeing your other half suffer on the bathroom floor, clinging onto the toilet.

You didn’t dare to look at him because of the embarrassment and because you tried to say as still possible until you felt your warm robe cover your shoulders. Your husband’s warm hand softly stroked your shoulder as he sat on the floor beside you, tugging onto the hand that was holding your hair.

“I’ll tie it,” his voice was deep and husky, the sleep was still clinging to his voice.

You winced as an answer, but let him tie your hair into a low bun, securing it with a silk scrunchie, making you drop your hand on your lap as you ease your breathing.

“Go away. This is embarrassing,” you mumbled, not daring to look at him.

John smirked, pushing all the loose strands away from your face, noticing the little tears welled in the corner of your eyes. To him, you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Even on the bathroom tiles, clinging to the toilet you were glowing with a radiant smile because you were carrying his child. You were so strong.

His hand softly moved on your nightgown that was actually his shirt because you insisted that he has the best material shirts that your skin can handle at the moment. The little bulge of your stomach was already visible and he loved it; couldn’t wait when you will be all round and pretty.

“The little one is giving you a hard time, eh?” He softly mumbled, receiving a small smile from you.

“Seriously, John.” You tried to sound serious, but you were tired and shaking as a leaf.

“Just relax, darling,” he softly cooed, pushing his hand on your shoulder, and rubbing small circles on your back.

You knew that telling him to go away meant nothing to him because as he always told you – you were always beautiful. You admired your husband for his love and for his determination, feeling lucky to have him by your side, because without him – this pregnancy would be horrible.

The acidic taste only deepened and you quickly leaned forward, retching into the toilet the last pieces of your sickness. You spat into the toilet, flushing the water and moving away from it with a bit more ease. You didn’t have to say anything to him as he read your body language perfectly and he gently helped you stand up and get to the sink.

Washing your hands thoroughly, you grasped your toothbrush, making sure to get rid of that acidic taste. Meanwhile, your husband stayed close, leaning to the doorway, watching you. He knew you didn’t notice, but ever since the pregnancy, your skin started to glow as you gained some weight. Your eyes were sparkling more often even if nowadays you were crying over anything—last night you cried because you thought you had no more cocoa left, so after a short visit to the store, you were all coddled up, drinking it.

Receiving your harsh stare, he only smiled wider, knowing what you would say to him if you wouldn’t be brushing your teeth. You always blushed when he looked at you longer, just like when he met you. It made him joyful that you were still shy around him, making him think how lucky he was even if you threatened to beat his ass with every breath you took.

After brushing your teeth, your husband guided you to your bed. He laid beside you, turning off the lamp on the night table to make sure you laid down comfortably. Usually, you didn’t like cuddling with him when you fell asleep since you always complained about being too warm, but now, you scooted closer to him, wrapping your hands around his and nuzzling your nose into his neck.

It warmed his heart.

“You’re so beautiful,” he cooed, turning a bit to you, stroking your hair gently.

You were about to threaten him. The pregnancy really did put out your violent side a lot more. “John—“

“Yeah, I know. My pretty little wife will beat my ass,” he chuckled, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

His hand softly moved down, on your tummy bulge, softly rubbing circles on it. He felt so lucky. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, yeah?”

“No one wants to see their spouse throwing up, John. That’s not very hot.”

His eyebrow quirked up. “Is that what you are worried about? Me not finding you hot anymore?” With those words he turned the light back on, hearing your protesting whine.

Those teary eyes of yours made his heart swell—you were such a little gem. Placing his hands on your face, he smiled, not understanding how you couldn’t comprehend how beautiful you were to him. “Is that it, love? Is that your concern?”

You couldn’t move your eyes away from him and you couldn’t handle the intense eye contact with him. “We’re not really—you know… Doing anything, particularly after I got pregnant.”

Oh.

John only smiled wider. The reason why he wasn’t initiating anything was that you needed rest. The doctor said that sexual intercourse wasn’t dangerous, but he didn’t want you to do anything you didn’t want to.

“My little bird,” he whispered. “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, carrying our baby in that cute tummy of yours. You think that doesn’t turn me on?”

The blush crept on your cheeks again. “It’s just after I’ll give birth—it won’t ever be the same and I’ve read that many husbands do leave their wives after—“

He didn’t let you finish your sentence, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I’d never leave you,” he promised against your lips. “And I promise I’ll take care of you tomorrow, yeah? Leave you all flushed and satisfied.”

Nodding, you held your breath for a bit, feeling overwhelmed by his confident words. “Alright, too warm,” you slightly moved back from him, hearing your husband laugh.

“You little minx—“

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indigoez · 15 days

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jay park (park jongseong) x afab! reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

ʚɞ jay letting you know how much he loves you

a/n: i hope you guys enjoy! this isn’t my best and seems kinda rushed even though it took me awhile to write :,) likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! thank you guys for supporting me! ily

“how much farther do we have to go?”

you sigh sitting in the passenger seat blindfolded leaning against the window. “we’re almost there stop asking already you big baby.” jake says chuckling and makes a turn. today has been a long day for you.

this morning jay was no where to be found in your shared apartment which had you wondering where your boyfriend had went. you sigh plopping yourself on the couch and unlock your phone to see a message left by him about an hour ago.

good morning my princess, today i have a special surprised planned for you. you won’t be able to see it till tonight! please dress up and jake will be taking you out for the day so you aren’t stuck at home, please text him when you are up. i left my card on the kitchen counter for you, buy you something nice my love. see you tonight. xx

you let out a small laugh and walk over to the kitchen counter seeing your boyfriends card there like he said in the text. you shoot a text to jake letting him know you’re up and you will be ready within the hour.

the whole day you went shopping, out to eat and to the cafe with jake to keep your mind off what your boyfriend has planned for you. you also been pestering his best friend all day trying to get him to spill the beans but it seems as if he won’t budge at all.

“y/n you have asked me if we are there yet four times in the past 30 minutes…please be patient we are almost there.” jake says making the last turns approaching the parking lot of the place jay said to meet him at.

“now we’re here.” he puts the car in park and unbuckled his seatbelt getting out the car. you sigh out a small finally as you get very anxious for surprises. as jake rounds the car seeing you about to take your blindfold off he hurries to open your door and shouts at you in a panic “no! y/n leave it on please, i will guide you.” jake helps you out the car and helps you fix your appearance as you asked him to.

“how do i look?” you hold your hands out from your sides. “very pretty, now lets go before your boyfriend kills me for running you late.” he places his hand in the middle of your back and gently holds your arm guiding you to the spot where jay is at.

“it smells salty…like the beach. jake are you guys planning to throw my body in the ocean?” you let him guide you. he fake gasp “oh no the surprise is ruined..” you lightly elbow him and he lets out a small ow and laughs. as you near the location of where you were supposed to be the scent of the ocean gets stronger with a hit of a floral smell. you and jake start to slow down on the pavement hearing the sound of light instruments starting to play.

you come to a halt and call out jakes name. “jake are we here?” he gave no response and lets go of you. he stands behind you taking your blindfold off and lets your eyes adjust. the music starts to play a bit louder and you look up to see a trail with candles and roses leading down a small pathway and at the very end there stood your boyfriend with the waves of the ocean crashing in the back.

there were white and red roses scattered everywhere, petals and full bouquets. candles along the trail for you to meet at the end and to the left of you the band all dressed up with their instruments decorated with your favorite flowers and more flowers and lights surrounding them. on your right were yours and jays friends dressed up smiling big and holding flowers of their own jake walking over to stand by them with a rose now in his hand.

lastly, looking down at the end of the aisle stood your boyfriend, the one you been eager to be with all day dressed in a nice fitted tux with a flower in his hand as well.

you walk down the aisle your friends reaching their arm out handing their flowers to you until you meet jay at the end and him doing the same to you placing a kiss on your cheek. “did my princess enjoy her day today?” he helps you gather your flowers together in your arms so you can hold it easier. you nod and glance at him “i did, i would’ve enjoyed it more if i was able to talk to you atleast but jake put me in a ‘jay free zone’ as he calls it.”

he lets out a small laugh and kisses your face again.

“i’m sure you are wondering what all this is for…” he waves his hand. “i am..” you hum and he smiles at you as he holds your hand and looks at you in your eyes.

“y/n if i haven’t said it enough i will say it again that i love you…” he smiles.

“i love you too.” you smile back.

he holds your hand a bit tighter and lets out a nervous sigh. “i remember when i first met you back at the coffee shop you worked at, to believe if my mom never sent me to go get her and my dad a drink i wouldn’t be standing right here in-front of the love of my life.” you let out a small laugh at jays words letting him continue.

“y/n you mean the world to me, you are everything to me, my other half. without you i would feel dull because you make everyday of mine so colorful. the way you light up every room you walk in, hearing your laughter makes me feel warm and seeing you smile makes me happy. i love the way your hand fits in mine. i love the way your personality stands out more than mine, your sarcastic remarks, to even when you have an attitude with me, i love it all. sometimes our relationship isn’t the easiest and we have our ups and downs, but i would go through anything just to be with you, the person i want to give my heart to.” jay releases both your hands and digs in his pocket holding out a black velvet box.

you gasp as your eyes start to water watching your boyfriend open the box showing a beautiful ring that you have always wanted.

“j-jongseong…” you choke out as he starts to get on one knee holding the box open.

“y/n l/n, i would never want to picture my life without you because in a world without you is a world i would never want to exist in. i want you by my side in every picture i would have to take. i promise you my never ending love for you, my devotion and care and protection through thick and through thin. i promise to be faithful to you and to do you no wrong. my angel, would you do me the honors of giving me your heart? will you stay by my side forever and marry me?” jay holds the box open to you staring up at your tear stained face.

you immediately nod and chant small yeses trying to swallow down your sobs.

a huge smile plants on your fiancés face as he take the ring out the box and slides it on your finger, standing on both feet to pick you up and pull you into a deep kiss.

the cheers from your friends and from the band are loud and flowers and confetti are thrown all over the place. you and jay release the others lips and stare into each others eyes.

“i promise to forever give you my heart too park jongseong.”

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aegoniiwifey · 5 months

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Anon who requested the chubbydaddy!aegon and his daughter <3 you did my request justice and way more I'm obsessed- I literally reread it like ten times I love it. Also another chubbydaddy!aegon request: Aegon getting requests to court/ wed his precious girl, and he ignores them all, ignores what the Small Council wants, etc and goes to her after a long day, letting her ride his belly, then breeding, then cumplay, and whatever your genius mind comes up with <3

Wanna Be Yours

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,944.

WARNINGS: incest, swearing, angst, breeding kink, praise kink, stomach riding, cum play, titty sucking, p in v sexual intercourse. indented parts are previous scenes.

A/N - I am so so sorry for responding so late, I took a little hiatus with tumblr and am starting to find my rhythm again. I absolutely adore this trope and your ideas. so happy you enjoyed the first piece, it was an absolute privilege to write! hope this is just what you imagined also xx

Apologies I have not reread this as I finished work and my eyes are about to shut! will proof read tomorrow ♥️

credit to my beloved BOOBIE @bnb-atnite for making this godly image of my man CHUBBY! ilysm!

"Your Grace, it is highly frowned upon by the Seven that you wed your daughter! We have given many exceptions to your ancestors for upholding their queer customs, but this- This arrangement we do not condone!"

Aegon's deep exhale as his eyes darkly snapped towards the elderly maester, was enough to silence the room with his palpable vehemence. He was beyond tired and irritated by the constant nagging of his esteemed Council, of their blatant disapproval of their King's intentions to wed his beloved... His only surviving blood, his daughter.

Throughout the war, Aegon had grown insatiably protective of you: in addition to having a special place in his heart as his eldest born, you remained the last remaining figure in his previous life, despite his mother and himself. As your grandmother silently fell into madness, in the privacy of her chambers, where she preferred to seclude herself, Aegon had no other person he soulfully cherished than you. And as he was to you, the feelings had become reciprocated. Your father loved you dearly: since becoming of age, a young, matured woman, his advances had grown more intimate and lubricious. You owed him your life, and wished nothing more than to devote yourself to him. No man could have done what he did for you...

"It is done, Maester Orwyle... I will wed my daughter in the ancient traditions of our House, if it be the last damned thing I do. I am the fucking King!" Aegon loudly asserted, slamming his pudgy hand against the solid, wooden tabletop, as his words simmered the Council into a fright.

Aegon was known for his temper, although it took a great deal for him to raise his voice: he was a stubborn man at that, also...

"My dearest, what is it? What have they done now that troubles you so, hmm?"

Aegon defeatedly relinquishes in the wooden rocking chair by the stoking fire: it’s orange-red tinged flames being the only source of light emitting in the room.

You walk up behind your father, his face stern and unmoving besides his closed eyes as his hand rubbed at his temples. Your hands find their way to his broad, thick shoulders, giving them a gentle massage as you knead the tension.

“So-So tense, my beloved. Tell me what is wrong, so that I may be of some help. Let me ease your mind, Daddy.”

Aegon’s shrugging shoulders said plentiful, as he opened his eyes once more, head turning slightly to its side so that you were in his peripheral vision.

“There is nothing to be sorted, my love. I am to wed you, and as their rightful King, it is my final word above all else. Those elderly cunts can yap all they want. I will have you.”

With his final word, a yearning flare brews between your thighs, aching for one particular thing. Your father always had a way with words, especially with you.

“Is that so?” You teasingly utter, as you straddle yourself comfortably on his lap. Your arms grip the overarching wooden frame of the chair as you swiftly lift yourself up, before plopping back down, although this time elevated by your father’s overgrown, rotund belly.

Your earliest, core memories of your father had always been admiring him at feasts and family dinners. He never denied himself a hearty meal, and his grand appetite never ceased during the war. Inevitably, as the years went by and his youth disappeared the weight remained and latched on with each mouthful. The intimate moments your attention would linger onto him, as he savoured each bite, the way he'd unashamedly lick the grease and crumbs off his chubby fingers, even off the rings that had fit him a time before... Now that he had sized up immensely, most treasures and clothes that he had worn, he had rapidly outgrown. None of his rings could go beyond the tips of his fingers, and he was in great denial about it, refusing to resize until you had convinced him otherwise. The way he had often rubbed his aching, bloated belly: swollen beneath the restricting fabric, a somewhat elevated and satisfied look strewed across his handsome, fat face as he would pat himself proudly.

"But I want Daddy all to myself. I want Daddy to fight the whole realm for me, if he has to. Can Daddy do that for me?" You utter closely into his hear, your hot breath dense against his earlobe: after hastily hiking your skirt up [wearing nothing below, as you instinctively anticipated this precise moment], you unbuttoned his top garment, only to expose his rotund, plush belly. The handful of rolls engulfing his sides, the grip-able hips that accentuated his width, streaked with raw, red stretch marks all across his love handles and lower belly. His tits were double your size, nipples sensitive under your gentle touch, even a flick of his nipple was enough to make him moan. It made you flustered, the sheer sight in evidence of your father's blatant growth... And he had no shame in admitting it.

"Of course, baby. Anything for my sweet, little princess. Daddy would burn the entire realm if he has to for you... I'll repopulate the world with my princess, if needs be."

With each of his longing words, you pressed yourself down deeper, sinking your bare cunt further against his naked belly, causing him to whimper. His pudgy hands found their way beneath your layered gown, each palm rested atop your cheeks, firmly cupping and squeezing at your flesh.

"My princess knows just what to do, to make her Daddy happy, huh? My only joy in life, is you."

Your grinding rhythmic, the pace begins to quicken with excitement, as your throbbing cunt becomes moist, the wetness stirring and oozing beneath, against the warm friction. As your cum coats his smooth fat, slowly it becomes more tolerable.

"I-I just wanna make m-my Daddy proud- D-Daddy can s-say whatever, a-and I'll do as I'm t-told-"

"Is that so?" His mimicking voice, a deep growl wretched from his throat, as his hands find their strength, shoving you deeper against his swallowing frame. He always admired how tiny you appeared in comparison to him, how fragile it made you look. He rejoiced it was a symbol of how he could protect you, that he was your shelter.

"Daddy wants to fuck Princess senseless, all night long. Fill my Princess up with my hot, hot seed until I'm certain she takes. Daddy wants Princess to swell with his child, and show her off to the realm. That the babe kicking in her belly, is all his undoing, hmm."

"A-Anything for Daddy- Just f-fuck me, Aeg-"

Although it drove Aegon wild to hear you mindlessly moan and whisper Daddy, something in particular, whenever you called him by his name, would often trigger something more insatiable in him. He could devour you in the spot, like some afternoon tea honey cake, whenever you spoke of his true name.

"Undo my pants-" Immediately without sparing a thought more, you obeyed. As Aegon's plump belly expanded over his thick, wide lap, his portly fat pad beneath had somewhat engulfed his cock. It made it difficult for him to even try to locate or masturbate himself. For now, you had both learnt tricks to overcome the obstacle, having your father lean in a certain angle, as you put in the effort to locate his fat, hard cock, plunging it deep between your walls.

As he tried to reposition himself with great difficulty, in the faint space left remaining in the seat with you atop: breathless by the end of all the moving, you managed to pluck out his cock. The sheer sight and tension beneath your gentle stroking grip, its reddened, blush tip oozing with a sheer-white, translucent reside, palpating with excitement.

"Don't keep Daddy waiting, Princess. I need to feel your walls take my cock. Make you so fucking full of me, I'll make you a human waterfall."

The raw feeling of his cock between your inner walls, clenching to adjust to its girthy, solid size: although it could no longer delve as deep as it used to, the friction of his fat pad against your clit, and the pressure of his mass against your lower stomach, made it invigorating nonetheless.

"Th-That's it, Princess. S-So tight for me. All fucking mine, and the w-whole world will know it-"

"Y-Yes, Daddy-"

"If I need to fuck you with the eyes of the Court watching, I will."

As means to muffle your moans and loud pleas for Aegon, bashfully mindful of the servants and Kingsguard stationed beyond the inches of the door outside, your mouth latched onto Aegon's porky tits.

Suckling at his tender flesh, as your tongue licked at his nipple, causing him to wince and growl in eager approval, one hand left your ass cheek, gripping close your bucking hips, and found its way snaking behind your back, before pulling at your loose hair.

Tightly tugging at the free strands, mottling between his pudgy fingers, he once more, gave gentle encouragement, shoving your face down deeper against his tubby chest.

"F-Fuck Y/N. S-So impressed by Daddy, huh, Princess? You keep going at this rate, I'll be making my own damn milk for you and the babes."

Noticing the glistening residue of your cum spilled across his rolls and paunchy stomach, his other hand cleaned the mess up over with his bare hand. Before hungrily licking off your wetness with his tongue, licking his hand clean free.

"Delicious."

With his heavy, dense weight keeping him pinned down against the chair, he made no effort to thrust himself inside as he once jovially could. Alternatively, the chair swayed with his potent motions, as he would subtly buck his ample hips forward into your frame.

"My sweet, beautiful girl is gonna cum already. I can feel you swallow my cock whole, your walls suffocating my cock. Take me, princess, take it all-"

With the finish of his words, signalling his epitome, Aegon shot his hot, fresh seed into you: warmly coating your inner walls, as your own wetness gushed over his eager, hard cock. Catching a minute to regain your breaths and thoughtless mind, you lifted yourself off, and instantly the mess began to pool across your inner thighs.

Almost on cue or from impressive instinct, Aegon began to scoop at your inner thighs, sensitive from his touch, its abrupt presence startled you.

"Did I not teach you about letting things go to waste, baby? Never let this out. This is as precious as Valyrian steel. I ought to keep you plugged up with my cock..."

The tips of his fat fingers tease at the entrance of your folds, softly tracing over your stained, painful walls: impressed with your sudden shiver and moan, his deep chuckle left you feeling reminiscent of your first time. How nervous you felt, inexperienced against your father's wit.

"I-I want this to take. I want to have as many babes as the Gods see fit with you, Aeg... I want to swell healthily with child, and give you the heir you want... As many as you desire-"

As one fo your hands remained nestled against his chest, tracing soft, random lines against the crevices of his rolls: the other travelled its way to his face, pushing aside a random strand of hair, away from his handsome, fuller face.

"I want our sons to be the spitting image of their father, and our daughter's kind like their grandmother... Will Daddy fuck me day and night, to make my wish come true, hmm?"

"Of course..."

credit for dividers - @/valeskafics

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adorerry · 8 months

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A bouquet a day keeps the sadness away. | H.S

Pairing: boyf!harry styles x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: you have been feeling a bit down recently so harry decides to add a special something into his daily routine in hopes to make you feel better

Warnings: tiny mention of depression at the start, PURE FLUFF! (p.s I literally know nothing about flowers, so hashtag don’t hate the flowers I chose pls xx)

a/n: stay til the end for a surprise ;) if you would like to be added to my tag list please pop me a message in dm's or in my requests/talk to me box :*

With seasonal depression just around the corner, your moods have swooped down a load recently. Instead of going for your daily runs and gym sessions with harry, you stayed in bed and binge watched Netflix all day, crying over the smallest things ever and overall having no motivation to do anything. Other people might think it's pathetic, but Harry had immediately noticed your change of moods and knew he had to do something about it straight away. Even on days when u felt at your very best, Harry still managed to slip the odd compliment and reassuring quote in just to make sure you knew how much you meant to him. That’s when harry got the bright idea of doing something small for you each day of the week just to remind you how much he loves you and how proud he is of you.

Monday.

You woke up, mind groggy, rolling over to feel an empty space where harry usually lays. Rubbing your drowsy eyes, you opened them to see Harry's side of the bed neatly tucked in, pillows perfectly fluffed up, no creases in the sheet. Everything was perfectly in place except for him. Where was he?

Groaning to yourself, you stretch your legs out of the bed and trapse along to the kitchen.

Your eyes rapidly tearing up at the scene in front of you. A huge bouquet of sunflowers with a note peeping out from the top.

“My sweet sweet angel. I'm sorry for not being there this morning when you woke up, but I had to rush to the studio. Duty calls... :( I hope you're feeling a bit better this morning, text me as soon as you finish reading this note. Let me know how you are! I got you these flowers as a reminder of all the happy times we have together. I did my research and apparently sunflowers represent happiness, and I'm hoping they make your happiness shine out. I’ll never fathom how you are mine; you are everything I ever hoped and dreamed of. Keep being your beautiful, pleasing self. Shouldn’t be too long... don't miss me too much. H x”

Tuesday.

Every Tuesday morning harry would go out for meetings with his team, so you weren’t really surprised when you woke up to an empty bed once again. When he arrived back home yesterday, he smothered you in kisses and cuddles while insisting you guys ordered a takeout and had a movie night and that’s exactly what you did.

Pouring your milk, you heard the doorbell ring as you pranced over to the door not expecting any deliveries today. “Delivery for Mrs Styles?” The delivery man questioned. Your face immediately beginning to flush a red tone as you accepted the parcel. Mrs styles.. It has a nice ring to it you think to yourself as you open the box to yet again another bouquet of flowers with a note.

“Hello baby, hope you're having an amazing morning. I also hope you didn’t mind the delivery man calling u Mrs styles... I really need to make that official soon huh. I’ll be home a little later today, please take care of yourself throughout the day. Maybe go for a little walk to clear your head? Mum said she will meet you if you pop her a text, maybe go to the small café you like? My treat ;) Hope you like the roses. They symbolise love, and that’s exactly why I got them. I love you so much you never fail to fill the empty gaps in my heart. See you tonight lovie. H x”

Wednesday.

Yesterday afternoon you spent it with anne having a catchup, both of you agreeing to go out shopping today, and last night cuddled up with harry in bed chatting about life and how the team was treating him. Surprisingly on one of your only mornings waking up next to harry, you were the first to be awake and out the house. Due to his busy schedule, it was another late night at the studio for harry but you didn’t mind as you knew he was doing things he loved.

When you arrived back home you saw yet again another box waiting for you to open it and pick it up. Taking everything inside you let out a slight laugh as you opened the box to a huge bouquet of lavenders. Obviously, it wasn’t a bouquet without the famous note...

“I hope you're not sick of my flower sending yet :( Woke up this morning and you weren’t there, felt a little deflated that I couldn’t smother you in kisses to wake you up but mum text me saying she took you shopping which made me feel way better. It’s so lovely seeing the two people I care for the most bonding and spending time together, and that’s why I've sent you these beautiful lavenders. They symbolise peace and you may be wondering why I have sent you flowers for peace? I want your beautiful body and brain to give you a break from all the stressful thoughts wandering them. I hope today brought you so much peace and I can assure you the future will too... I love you my precious girl. H x”

Thursday.

Surprise surprise, another morning without harry. This morning he left for training day with brad. You really wish you were there to witness harry in training mode but instead you found yourself once again opening another bouquet of flowers.

“Hi lovie, this is a short one today. I'm sorry... This short note is worth it as tomorrow is unfortunately the last flower bouquet day. I know, I know I can hear your sobs from here but don’t worry darling it will all be worth it I just need you to trust me.. Which is why I got you freesia flowerers today. They symbolise trust and I'm needing you to trust me with everything you have. I’ll see you tomorrow, love you millions. H x”

Friday aka The last flower day.

You felt the bed dip as you made a lazy attempt to open your eyes as you felt the immediate kisses harry started planting all over your face.

“G’mornin’ lovie. Y’gonna wake up for me?” he questioned swiping the stray hairs away from your face and tucking them behind your ear.

“Mhm” you replied turning over and slowly dozing back to sleep as you felt harry pick you up taking you somewhere in the house.

It took harry 10 minutes to wake you up, once he was successful you looked at your surroundings to see you were in the living room.

“Got you a coffee anndddd your very last bouquet box” he said placing down both the coffee and box Infront of you

“You really didn’t have to do this for me H.. but I really appreciate it so thank you” you leaned over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek as you turned back around eagerly opening the box to see what’s inside the last one.

You opened the box to the most gorgeous flowers you had ever seen but felt a pang in your heart when you didn’t see a note, harry noticed your frantic looks as he reached over and grabbed a handwritten note.

“I felt like a handwritten one is better for today's note, feels more personal?” he said with a slanted smile placed on his face. You began to read the note as you hear harry rustling around behind you.

“Good morning gorgeous... I felt like a handwritten note was the better option for today. A week today will be our 5-year anniversary. I can’t even begin to thank you for all the astonishing things you have done for me these past 5 years, I most definitely wouldn’t be here without you, you are my muse... So, thank you thank you thank you. I really hope you like my choice of today's flower’s, il explain to you what they symbolise in a second. You have showed me how to love and what true love feels like, and I will continue giving you everything I have until my very last day on earth. These flowers are my personal favourites... They are called calla lilies, and they symbolise marriage. I love you I love you I love you. So, what I'm trying to say is...”

“Y/n..” you turn around nearly giving yourself whiplash, seeing the love of your life on one knee your eyes start welling up as your hands automatically cover your mouth in shock. “Will you marry me?”

You desperately nod your head as your head finds the crook of his neck while your tears find a home in his t-shirt. Secretly harry let out a few tears too but he would never let you know that.

A/N again: Woweee if you made it this far hi! Thank you so much for reading this is my very first thing i've ever posted on this account, I'l do a small post soon introducing myself and what/who I write.

I DO NOT give consent to anyone reposting my writing and claiming it as theirs. I AM more than happy for you guys to reblog, add to reccomendation lists etc (this really helps especially as im a small account!). If you would like to translate any of my posts please message me before hand so we can chat about it!

I love you, stay safe, my messages are ALWAYS open dont be affraid to message me.. M x

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milawritesstuff · 11 months

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Hey babe, can you do childhood best friends to lovers please xx

A/N: Hope you guys like it. Also some visual representation ;)

Warnings: smut

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-Hola, tonto.- You say as Pedri opens the door to his home, taking you in for a quick hug. He rests his arms around you as he takes a quick smell of your hair and that shampoo you haven’t changed since the two of you were kids.

He smiles.

-I wasn’t sure if I was going to find you here or you were still going to be stuck in that hotel.- You joked about his latest scandal. He rolled his eyes and laughed. -You saw that? I don’t know what they’re going to come up with next.-

He moved over so you could walk in as he grabbed your luggage from your hand and pulled it inside for you.

-I don’t know why you don’t say something. You always let them make up their stories.- He shrugged his shoulders.

-Do you believe it’s true?- He asked you point blank. The two of you stood at the entrance of his house. You looked up at him and smiled. -Maybe I would have believed it porque eres un cabron, if I didn’t know you spend all day watching the king’s league and sleeping. And if I didn’t almost get in trouble at work because we were playing chess all day on the phone.-

He smiled. -Well then I don’t need to come out and say anything. As long as the special people in my life know it’s not true.-

The two of you walked into his house. As luck would have it his parents and brother had flown back to canarias as you were flying to Barcelona. You had came to the city for a few days for work and Pedri had offered you his house to stay at.

Although you loved his family you were glad you and Pedri were going to be able to spend some time alone, just you and him.

The two of you had met when your family moved next door to his when you were five years old. Pedri had found you crying in your bedroom as both of your moms talked in the kitchen.

-Disculpa.- He said when you turned around and were startled by his presence.

-Who are you?- You said as you dried the tears from your face.

-I’m Pedro, your neighbor. I’m sorry, your mom sent me here to meet you.-

You didn’t say anything and just stared at him. The boy stood there awkwardly before taking a few slow steps towards you. -I know it can be difficult to move. We moved here when I was three and I missed the few friends I had made.-

You turned to him and smiled. -You don’t remember a lot when you’re three years old.- He shrugged his shoulders. -I don’t but I’m sure I was sad. But look now, I love this place.- the six year old looked at you and offered a smile which you reciprocated.

In that moment he became your best friend and the two of you were inseparable. As you got a little older he was always there to protect you and sometimes scare off possible love interests, which he would tell you were mere accident and he didn’t mean to.

You cried yourself to sleep the week before he moved to Barcelona, which was when you finally realized what he meant for you. Pedri had become more than just your best friend. You were sure you loved him but knew he was impossible specially with the adventure he was about to embark on.

Pedri opened the door to the guest room and pulled your suitcase in. -There’s a match tomorrow night, do you want to leave with me or you can take a car and get there closer to when it starts. Unless you already had plans.- He said as he stood there in front of you.

-Actually, I did have plans.- You responded. Pedri automatically pouted and combed his hands through his hair. He shrugged his shoulders. -Vale, esta bien.- Okay, it’s fine. Before he finished his sentence you began to laugh.

-He hecho planes con el novio de toda España, I’m going to go see him play at this little stadium called Camp Nou.- I’ve made plans with all of Spain’s boyfriend. He looked up at you and giggled. He put his hand over his chest. -You had broken my heart.-

You shook your head and patted him on the back as he walked out of the room. He turned around once he reached the door and smiled. -Have a good night, I’ll see you in the morning.-

The next morning the two of you made breakfast together. Pedri sat on the kitchen counter as you stood in front of the stove making some eggs. You were wearing pajama shorts and a long T shirt. His eyes drifted from his phone to your legs as he traveled his gaze all along. You turned around and cleared your throat. He finally looked up at your face and smiled with a red tint on his cheeks. He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled as you shook your head.

You sat together and ate your breakfast as you reminisced about childhood memories. Since Pedri had moved to Barcelona you had only spent time together when he managed to sneak off to the islands for holidays. You would message all of the time and often called each other. But it felt nice to finally have him in front of you.

You spent the rest of the day watching TV, planning your next few days with work. Pedri left to the stadium before you, knowing it would be easier for someone to spot you if you arrived together. -After the match it’s easier to leave unnoticed.- He explained and you agreed. The last thing you wanted was for your face to be everywhere as Pedri’s new hook up.

Pedri left one of his jerseys on your bed for you before he left.

The match was great. The team won and you were happy to be there to cheer on for Pedri.

The two of you made it back to his house laughing and talking about the match. Pedri opened the door for you as he placed his phone and keys on the nearby table.

-Who knew you were such a great player.- You joked as he rolled his eyes. -You’ve always known how to keep me humble.- He said as he took a step closer to you.

His body inadvertently catching you in between him and the table behind you. You moved your hands up and placed them on his chest as you tried to maintain your balance. You could feel his heartbeat accelerate through his chest. You smiled and looked up at him through your lashes. He bit his bottom lip as he looked down at you.

-I… Y/N, I- he stuttered. You felt your heart racing. His scent intoxicated your lungs a little more every second. His hands crept to your lower back holding you close to him. You could hardly breathe.

-Hazlo.- Do it. You whispered.

-El que?- What? Pedri responded but before either of you could say anything else you saw as he leaned in to you and you closed your eyes, within seconds you felt his lips take yours in an embrace. His lips were soft and warm and took you in fiercely. He pulled you in closer to his body causing you to let out a small moan. He smiled. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue in to explore.

A few seconds later, which felt much longer to you, the two of you paused to get some air. He looked at you as he caught his breathe.

-I don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.- He explained. -Remember when I helped you with your first kiss?- You nodded. -I lied. That was my first kiss too.- You smiled. -And when you started to date Eric, I hated him.- in an attempt to understand what was happening in his heart he talked more than he should have in the moment.

Seconds later you found yourself following him to his bedroom. Your hands interlocked. As soon as you stepped foot in the room his lips attacked yours once again.

The two of you moved in unison until the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat down on the edge. You stood there in between his legs and looked down at him. You could feel your heartbeat going at full speed. Your stomach full of butterflies.

You crossed your arms and grabbed the bottom hem of his jersey that you were wearing. He looked up at you with parted lips. His breathing was accelerated and you could see his chest moving rapidly.

-Estas segura?- Are you sure?

You looked down at him and cupped his jaw with your hands as he placed his hands around your waist.

-He estado segura desde que me diste mi primer beso. I’ve been sure since I look into your brown eyes and I feel at home.- I’ve been sure since you gave me my first kiss.

He smiled.

You returned your hands to the hem of the jersey and pulled it off over your head, throwing it somewhere on the floor of his room, exposing your black lace bra to him.

He looked up at you. -Can I?- You nodded as he moved his hands to your back and unclasped your bra. He let the piece fall on the floor and looked up at you as he licked his lips.

-You’re the most beautiful thing to walk this world.- He said as his lips left a trail of small kisses from your bellybutton to your breasts. He took one of them in his soft and warm lips as his eyes fixated on yours. You but your bottom lip trying to hold in the moans but he loved his hand up to your mouth and gently caressed your lips prompting you to let go of the grasp. -I want to hear your moan.-

Eventually he let go of you and you kneeled down in front of him. You placed your hands on either of his knees as you stared into his eyes. Your hands eventually moving towards the hem of his pants.

-You don’t have to.- He said knowing you weren’t too experienced.

-I want to.- You said as you continued with him standing up for a bit and allowing you more room to pull down his pants and along with them his boxers.

You took him with your hand and licked his tip. He trembled at your touch. You looked up at him through your lashes as you continued to lick around his tip and eventually put all of him in your mouth. His hand grabbed your hair as he pushed you down gently against him trying to feel you deeper. You could hear his moans get louder as you continued to bob your head on him.

-Stop babygirl or I’m about to come and I really want to come inside of you tonight.- You stared at him as you tried to catch your breathe, saliva falling off the side of your mouth as he helped you stand up and placed his arms around you leaning in to kiss you.

He placed you gently on his bed, his lips quickly made their way to your neck causing you to close your eyes and enjoy the pleasure as his soft lips sucked on your neck. Your arms around his black hoodie that somehow framed his beautiful face.

His hands moved up and down the side of your body. Your hands crept to the edge of his sweater and moved it up his body, he quickly got the hint and stood up as he took the hoodie off followed by his shirt. You licked your lips as you looked at his bare chest and moved your fingers outlining his chiseled abs. He trembled at your mere touch.

His body was in between your legs and as he left more and more nibbles you could feel him growing harder.

He continued to suck on your nipple.

His lips eventually traveled down from your breasts to your waist where he helped you take off your pants followed by your underwear. He left a trail of small kisses on your inner thighs as he eventually made his way to your core. You felt his tongue lick you causing you to immediate close your eyes and take in the pleasure. His tongue licking on you felt like heaven, you felt a pressure begin to build up in your lower stomach. Your hands grabbed onto the bedsheets underneath you as you began to move your hips against his mouth. His hands grasped you by your hips as you continued to roll your hips against him. You yelled out his name as you felt yourself come causing him to smile. He had never heard his name sound so beautiful as when it was coming out of your mouth.

Eventually Pedri moved up and lined himself with your entry. He winked at you and smiled and he dipped into you. You felt the way he stretched you and couldn’t help but let out a moan as you felt every part of him. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to him before beginning to move in and out of you. You rolled your hips in sync with his body. His hands explored your body as his lips attacked your neck leaving small wet kisses when he couldn’t control it anymore.

You felt in pure bliss as you felt him moving in and out of you. Every time he touched you deeper and deeper. Your hands grabbed onto his back, digging your nails in deep as the sudden rush of pleasure that he gave you.

You felt as he began to move a bit sloppy when he stood up and grabbed you by your hips with all his strength. He held on to you as he continued to thrust hard into you, his grip surely leaving a bruise for you. You stared at him as he bit on his top lip and thrusted into you with all of the strength he had left. Sweat coming down his forehead, his hair clinging onto his face, red cheeks adorning his face. He furrowed his brows as he screamed out your name and came inside of you.

He toppled on top of you, his face on your chest. You saw his head move up and down along with your breathing. You looked up at his ceiling as you tried to regain your breathe. Your hands massaged through his hair as you felt him smile.

-Te quiero, lo sabes?- You heard him whisper.

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toomuchracket · 8 months

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when i found you, much younger than you are now (flatmate/dad!matty x reader)

ten years of self-titled!! can u believe!! anyway, a little fluffy drabble about the day the album was released, and also about the day it turned ten, as voted for by you guys. enjoy!

2013

when you enter the kitchen, the linoleum floor cold even through your fluffy socks, matty is staring at the fridge. namely, at the thing pinned between two shitty manchester fridge magnets - a futile attempt by you to reduce your shared homesickness when you moved down south.

he's staring at the calendar, which under today's date reads "75 album release day!!!!" in your handwriting, adorned with as many lovehearts and stars and smiley faces as you could fit in the tiny box.

not that either of you were at any risk of forgetting the date, mind, but you thought it would be cute to commemorate it anyway. "you can keep it as a memento in the future," you had said, as you wrestled with the paper and the bumblebee magnet and the laws of physics while putting the calendar up. "when you're living in a malibu beach house in a decade, married to a supermodel, you can look at that calendar and think of the day your first album came out. and maybe also of me, back in london, or manchester, or maybe edinburgh... i don't know where exactly, but most likely on the other side of the world from you and your gorgeous wife. it'll be cute!"

(neither of you thought it was cute whatsoever, though.)

matty turns when he hears your half-shuffling footsteps, face twisting into a sleepy smile that splinters your heart. he opens his arms as you near him, pulling you into a washing powder-scented hug and resting his lips on your hair. "hi, darlin'."

"hi," you murmur into his sweatshirt. "happy album day."

"thanks," you feel matty's cheeks twitch into a smile against your head. "feels quite surreal, honestly. we have an album out. mad."

you caress the space between his shoulder blades. "i can imagine - it's insane for me to even think that my best friend in the world has an album out. m'so proud of you though, babe."

"couldn't have done it without you, sweetheart. oh, that reminds me..."

matty breaks the hug - and, in the process, your heart - to reach for one of the CDs piled haphazardly between the radio and the kettle. he hands you one with an all too familiar cover art, accompanying his "here" with a grin.

"matty, i said i would buy it!" you protest. "i want to be a part of getting you a number one."

"that's cute, babe, but nah," matty folds his arms and smirks. "there wouldn't be an album without you, because there wouldn't be EPs without you and your room at uni. so, the boys and i figured that you were the perfect person to get the first album CD actually made."

your eyes fill with tears at the ridiculously sweet, ridiculously too generous gesture. "wait, really?"

"i mean, it was my idea, of course," matty winks, which earns him a shove on the arm. "but yeah, that's the very first 1975 album disc. open it, darlin', look at the lyric booklet."

sniffling, you do as requested; your sniffles turn to full-blown sobs as you take in the "to our favourite girl. thanks for the love (and the pints) xx" dedication written on the first page, sobs which only increase in volume as you take in the lyrics, handwritten by matty rather than typed.

you gently place the CD and booklet back on the counter, and pull your sweetly-smiling best friend into a teary hug. "thank you, sweetheart. i feel very special."

"you are," matty replies, tenderly stroking the back of your head. "you're the most special, to me."

your heart jolts at that, and you squeeze matty even tighter, pull him even closer to you. but it's not close enough to satisfy you, it never is - nothing short of his skin cells grafting to yours and consuming them would stop your heart and brain and nervous system aching for him.

well, a kiss would probably do it, but that's far less likely to happen.

the painfully tender moment is interrupted by matty's back pocket buzzing, which provides a blissful relief from the thoughts about kissing your best friend that were beginning to awake from their dormancy. alas, the relief is short-lived - matty sighs in your ear, and murmurs "will you get that for me, sweetheart? don't wanna let go of you."

with a hopefully-unnoticeable gulp, you slide your hand down matty's back and into his pocket to pull out his phone. you squint at the caller ID. "s'george."

"should probably speak to him, i s'pose," matty says, planting a final (and devastating) kiss to your head before letting go of you and taking his phone. "are you gonna go and listen to the album while you get ready for the party later?"

you grin sheepishly. "already bought and listened to it on itunes."

"you're incorrigible. but i love you."

"ooh, big word! i love you too," you smile. "and tell george i love him too, and i can't wait to celebrate with you all later."

matty winks. "will do, darlin'."

you wink back and grab your CD, turning on your heel and wandering to your bedroom to begin the arduous process of getting ready for the album release dinner and subsequent party. it goes by quicker than usual, though, soundtracked by the boys, punctuated by congratulatory texts to and from ross and george and a half-hour congratulatory phone call with adam, and powered by the excitement of knowing you can be extra affectionate with matty today and it won't be weird.

it goes by so quickly, in fact, that you're almost completely finished your makeup when matty peers round your slightly-open door. "hey babe, would you mind- oh, wow, you look gorgeous!"

it's almost embarrassing how warm your cheeks get at that simple statement. you swivel to face your flatmate, smiling bashfully. "thanks, sweetheart. i was a bit worried the eye makeup was too much for dinner, but i've committed to it now, i s'pose."

"no, it's perfect," matty says softly, coming into the room and perching on the end of your bed. you're perfect, he wishes he could add - it's cliché, but god, is it true. "i love it."

your cheeks burn, and lift of their own accord. "i'm glad."

matty smiles back just as widely as you. there's a pleasant silence for a moment, reluctantly broken by you before matty forgets his train of thought. "did you want to ask me something, babe?"

"oh, shit, yeah," matty nods. "would you mind - if you have the time, that is - drying my hair for me? can never get it to sit right. but like it's cool if not, i can do it myself, i just like it more when it's you doing it and-"

"matty," you interject, before he talks himself unconscious. "of course i will. just let me do my lipstick first, yeah? then i'm all yours."

all his. christ, what he wouldn't give. "take your time, darlin'. thanks a lot."

"s'no problem," you say, turning back to your dressing table and rifling through a pile of lipsticks. matty smiles as you open a few in turn, furrowing your brow as you wordlessly narrow down your colour options; the smile is wiped clean off his face when you drop your jaw and swipe a dark pink over your lips, forming them into an O as you make sure the lipstick is applied perfectly. fuck. your mouth.

(the lyric from talk! is most definitely about you, but he'll never tell.)

after the most agonising minute of matty's life, you turn around to face him. "ok, i'm finished making myself pretty. your turn, babe."

"you're always pretty," matty says, kissing the top of your head as you stand up to let him sit in the chair; he finger guns towards his reflection as he does. "and so am i."

you roll your eyes. "maybe it's best if the album doesn't go to number one, actually. your head might explode, healy."

"best make sure my hair looks good then, babe."

"when has it not, when i've styled it? it's me you're talking to, not george."

"fair point."

with a wink to him through the mirror, you rake one hand through matty's hair and aim the hairdryer at it with the other. he closes his eyes, sinking back into the plush seat, enjoying the soothing combination of warm air and your gentle touch - your nails lightly scratch his scalp the way you know he loves, and he hums contentedly. fuck the dinner, fuck the party, fuck celebrating the album; matty would be happy just to stay like this forever with you.

you'd be happy with that too, to be honest.

matty slowly opens his eyes as you put down the hairdryer and finish shaping his hair with your hands. you crouch to get the back looking just so, then rest your chin on his shoulder and smile at him through the mirror. "beautiful boy."

tilting his head so it rests on yours, matty beams at you through the mirror. "thanks, sweetheart. we do look quite hot, don't we? we should memorialise it, i think."

"now? we're not even dressed for tonight yet," you say, as matty pulls his phone from his pocket and opens the camera.

"trust me, babe, this is just the first of many pictures i intend to take to document this very important day. and the first of many pictures i intend to take of you, looking all hot and glamorous."

"charmer. alright, take the pic."

"alright, darlin'."

2023

when you enter the kitchen, the déja vu of a moment from a decade ago practically smacks you in the face. never mind that it's a different house, with a different kitchen and a different floor (tiled, not lino, but still cold under socked feet).

just as he was exactly ten years ago to the day, albeit with different hair, matty is staring at something pinned between two shitty manchester magnets on the fridge (also different - a smeg you were embarrassingly excited about buying when you and matty moved here). rather than the calendar from before, though, it's the picture the two of you took while you were getting ready to celebrate the album release.

again, matty turns to smile at you as you near him - well, as best he can with a toddler clinging to his leg and a 7 month-old baby in his arms. you can see in his eyes that the déja vu is getting to him as well. that, and the way his smile widens as he says "hi, sweetheart".

"hi. happy ten years of your first album," you grin, moving closer to kiss him quickly. dylan lets go of her dad's leg and raises her arms towards you; when you pick her up and kiss her cheek, she giggles and hides her face in your neck. smiling, you do the same to elena, who beams mostly toothlessly at you in response. "and hello to you too, my babies! were you good for daddy while mummy was at work?"

soft curls tickling your neck tells you that dylan is nodding, an action matty copies enthusiastically. "they were perfect," he says, booping elena on her tiny nose and making her giggle - your favourite sound on the planet. "they take after their mum, of course."

you roll your eyes. "ever the charmer, healy."

"you know it, healy," matty grins, relishing the chance for acknowledgement of your shared last name, the same way he's done at any opportunity since you took it as your own four years ago. "we were just talking about mummy, weren't we, dyl? how in that photo she thought i was going to be married to somebody else by now, but daddy always knew he wouldn't marry anybody but her."

your heart glows with overwhelming love for matty and his words; it quickly begins to burn with embarrassment at your past utter cluelessness, though. "well, i genuinely didn't think you liked me in that way, the way i liked - like - you."

"silly mummy," dylan giggles, playing with the pendant on your necklace that bears her first initial, as well as those of her father and sister.

you tickle her little tummy, and the giggles increase tenfold. "silly mummy indeed!"

your toddler's giggles fade into little hums, and her tiny face turns placidly serious as she looks at the picture of her parents. "but pretty mummy."

"the prettiest," matty agrees, trying his best to extrapolate elena's tiny fist from one of his curls.

"well, maybe in a few hours, once i'm ready for the party," you say, stepping forward to save your husband's hair from his mini-me's grip. it takes you both a minute, considering you're both operating with only one daughter-less limb, but matty's curls escape mostly unscathed from your baby's possessive grasp. elena might be a matty clone, but she really is your daughter, no doubt about it. "which i really should start working on, considering everyone will be here in... three hours. will you all sit with me while i do my makeup?"

"of course we will," matty nods, holding out his free hand for you to take with your own. "lead the way, wifey."

for the second time that day, although you're sure there will be many more instances of it, there's an overwhelming familiarity to the scene in your bedroom. with the exception of dylan sitting on the vanity, copying you and pretending to put her own makeup on with one of your clean blush brushes, and elena doing tummy time on your bed and babbling away happily, the process is much the same as it was exactly a decade ago - enjoyable, quick, interspersed with excitement and texts and calls from your equally-excited friends.

the soundtrack is also different, although it's still matty singing; instead of the songs about, well, drugs and blowjobs that had scored your pampering in the past, he's doing a medley of disney songs, nursery rhymes, and... "babe, is that britney spears?"

mirroring his youngest daughter and lying on his stomach on the bed, matty glances up, eyes gleeful. "yeah! lena loves it. look - oops, i did it again, i played with your heart, got lost in the game, ooh baby baby."

true enough, elena shrieks with laughter and taps her hands against the duvet in accompaniment to her dad's singing. you laugh too, picking dylan up and moving to sit beside the other half of your family. once you're settled, you scoop elena into your arms and sit her against your knees. "you have such good taste, my girl!"

"mmm, so do i," your husband hums, looking at you with barely-concealed attraction in his dark eyes. "you look gorgeous, darling."

over ten years of matty compliments, and they still shoot straight to your knees and turn them wobbly. you lift your burning cheeks in response. "thanks, sweetheart. you're not too bad yourself."

"you think so? because i was going to ask you about fixing my hair again-"

"i honestly don't think it needs it, babe."

"really? well, in that case," matty reaches back to grab his phone from his back pocket, before rolling to a sitting position and tugging dylan into him. "scootch in, then."

dylan watches her dad open the camera app. "photo now?"

"yes, munchkin."

"but my dress!"

"oh, you're your mother's daughter right enough," matty smiles. "we'll take one picture first, dyl, and then you can go and put your dress on in time for your aunties and uncles and cousins arriving, yeah?"

"ok."

"that's the spirit," matty ruffles his toddler's head, before putting his arm around you. "say cheese!"

after his girls oblige, dylan moves round to talk to her baby sister, while matty opens the picture to see how it turned out; you lean in and rest your chin on his shoulder again so that you can look too. "oh, matty, look how cute we all are!"

"definitely fridge-worthy," matty laughs, kissing your temple. he leans back slightly to look at you, bringing a hand up to lightly caress your hair. "i can't believe it's been ten years. for both the album and the two of us. although they always went hand in hand for me, to be honest. constantly thought about you while i wrote it. and i still constantly think about you now."

you press a quick kiss to matty's lips, wiping away your lipstick stain with your thumb - matty tries to kiss it as you do, which earns him a laugh and a "matthew" from you. "i love you, baby."

"i love you too, sweetheart. here's to the next ten years."

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gallawitchxx · 6 months

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hi gallabitches (fond),

i am feeling very sappy as kinktober is halfway over & i continue to sit it out this year due to health & work-load & brain blips. so i just wanted to name an emotional experience i'm having because maybe you're having it too?

things are changing around here. things have changed. interests, time, desires, energy levels, schedules, lives have changed. the bubble that was 2020-2022? 23? has burst for real. people have moved on. that is ok. this is ok. this is life. (woof!) but it's that last one that's been getting to me lately -- the people.

this fandom is so special & there's something really loving about the people that are drawn to this space. my god, the talented, warm, big-hearted, nurturing, genius, creative, expansive, vulnerable, perfectly made people that find their way here!! & all because we happen to love these two fucked-up, growing, frustrating, devoted, horny, idiot felons and soulmates so deeply we want to fucking scream about it on tumblr dot com. my best friends are here.

so yes, what's happened/is happening is sad. i am Sad about it! & also the people keep coming! there's been this new wave of incredible, talented, lovely people who have showed up to take the unhinged baton & do their own lap around the windy city. that is the cycle! it's delightful! my sweet fresh danny devitos, i love your work!! & the best news is i/you/we don't have to fucking go anywhere at all! we can write & make & scream & lose our goddamn minds over these fools for a lifetime. i'm certainly not done. just switching up the pace.

but if you're someone who's moved on or is moving on, go, go, go & may you let love lead you to your next soft place to land. thank you for being such a huge part of my life for the past few years. what we all created together is nothing short of a miracle. thank you. i love you. thank you. ALSO SHOW BACK UP ON MY DASH AT ANYTIME. STAY IN TOUCH. TELL ME YOU ARE SAFE. I AM WORRIED ABOUT YO--

i love this place. thank you to the pals who are feeding us so good this kinktober. community makes me emotional!!!!!!

bee xx

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nikolaiismysugardaddy · 4 months

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The perfect birthday // Chuuya Nakahara

pairings... Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

contains...! fluff! gn!reader, cursing

I apologize for any mistakes in advance - english is not my first language!

Hope you enjoy! xx

This was written for my dearly beloved friend for her birthday, @estellarjj! Happy birthday my dear Haru-chan ♡

“This should go really smoothly on this special day.” Or at least that’s what Chuuya thought, until everything he planned started to fall apart.

“Let’s see.. blanket, check. Cake should be ready in the evening. Fruits, check. Cheese, check. Picking up flowers from the shop at 3. Fuel in the baby, check. Candles, check. Pick up the gift from the store before the flowers are ready, check. And most importantly, two bottles of the finest red wine, check.” Full of himself, he carefully put the yellow piece of paper in his pocket. Little did Chuuya know, his meticulously planned day was about to take an unexpected turn, ruining everything for his date night. As he confidently walked out the door, basket in hand with the goods in it, his phone unexpectedly started to ring inside his pocket. He placed the items that he carried on his motorcycle’s saddle just to see the least wanted person’s name on the screen pop up. “Boss?” Chuuya tried to hold back the anger building up inside of him as he picked it up. “Chuuya-kun, I know this was supposed to be your day off, but we have a situation. I need you here immediately.” Mori’s voice crackled with urgency. Chuuya’s heart sank as he realized that his carefully planned date may have to start later than he wanted it to. “What happened?” He put the basket under the saddle and got ready to go as soon as he finished the call. “I can’t tell you through the phone right now.” Loud beeping followed the last sentence, along with Chuuya’s disappointed sight. “Fuck.” He tried to distract himself on the way to the headquarters. “Maybe this'll be just some minor problem that can be solved quickly. I just need to finish this matter before 3am. Yes, that’s right. This could still work out just fine.”

“Just as I expected of you, Chuuya-kun! Quick, come. Sincere apologies for calling you in, but this situation requires your expertise. See–” Mori opened his office’s door for the ginger. “What on earth is going on?” He was greeted with by far the most chaotic scene he has ever seen at the headquarters. Chuuya froze at the sight in front of him, not being able to say a single word. He felt the anger building up inside of him with each passing second. “See, Elise-chan wanted to have a picnic, but some unexpected issues got discovered while we prepared for it. For example, Tachihara-kun’s outfit didn’t meet the expectations of Elise-chan’s imagination.” The mentioned mafia executive sat on a small chair with a unicorn-shaped bandaid on his nose. Chuuya’s eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the absurdity of the situation. He couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh, realizing that this was just another one of Mori’s overdue actions. As Chuuya glanced around, he noticed the other mafia members frantically trying to salvage the picnic, their faces filled with both panic and frustration. “Well, have fun–” He tried to turn around and leave when Mori’s cold, demanding voice echoed in the room:

“Help Elise-chan pick the outfit for everyone. You know my taste in fashion isn’t as good as our dearly treasured Chuuya-kun’s.” Even though it warmed the ginger’s heart a bit, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had to make this day perfect for you. And the last thing he wanted was for it to be ruined by the Port Mafia.

Chuuya sighed once again and took an uncertain step inside. He wanted to finish assisting Elise-chan as soon as possible, determined to ensure that everything would remain just as he planned. An hour later they finally finished arranging the outfits for everyone, but it wasn’t even near the end. Even though they could finally persuade Akutagawa to wear the awful pink ribbons as the very last step of the finished look, Elise-chan came up with another problem. She desperately wanted to take everyone outside to the park to have a real picnic experience. “Well, I’ll head out then.” Chuuya tapped the end of his hat as he headed to the door. “On your way, let Tachihara-kun ride along with you.” Mori commanded with a sly voice.

“Haaah?!” He turned around slowly, clearly annoyed with Mori’s order. Chuuya's annoyance was evident as he glared at Mori, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “We won’t fit in the car, Chuuya-kun. After that, you can still enjoy the rest of the day.” Like hell, he would, nevermind the fact that his well prepared plans are starting to fall apart. Reluctantly, he agreed to let Tachihara accompany him, but made it clear that he wouldn't be happy about it. They quickly arrived at the nearby park, but for Chuuya’s misfortune, the others arrived sooner. He wanted to abruptly leave the location, but it was no use. Another command came: they forgot the blanket and Chuuya was the faster driver to go back and pick it up from the headquarters. While he was away, they realized they had left the basket with the food and drinks too. So as soon as Chuuya arrived with the blanket, they asked him to take another detour and grab those for them too. “I’m literally going to switch off my phone now.” He stated as he hopped back on his motorcycle.

Chuuya arrived two hours later at the flower shop than he originally planned. Exhausted, but determined he rushed into the shop, ready to make up for the lost time and ensure that everything will be perfect for today’s occasion. “I’m sorry sir, but we sold the bouquet you asked for. My sincere apologies, we thought you wouldn't pick it up since you were so late.” Chuuya sighed in frustration, realizing that his detour had caused him to miss out on the bouquet he had specifically ordered. “Nevermind.” He covered his face with his palm as he spoke. “Do you still have some red roses, right?” “Well…” The florist’s face looked troubled, as she hesitated to reply. “I’m afraid we only have those two left.” she finally admitted, pointing at the two remaining red roses in the corner. Chuuya’s heart sank at the sight, but he knew he had no other choice. “Fine, I’ll take them.” he said, trying to hide his rising temper. Chuuya reluctantly handed over his payment, feeling a mix of disappointment and annoyance. He couldn't help but wonder if his day could get any worse.

It could. And he only realized it when he entered the jewelry store. “Excuse me. There was that one necklace on display a few days ago with a rabbit pendant–” he asked, trying to hide his annoyance in his voice. “We sold it this evening, a few hours ago.” Chuuya's heart sank even further at the store clerk's response. He couldn't believe his bad luck. With a heavy sigh, he mustered up the last bit of patience he had left and asked, "Do you have any necklaces with similar pendants?"

“Well, we have one, but–” Chuuya interrupted the store clerk, desperation evident in his voice. “I don’t care, I’ll take it.” The store clerk’s surprise was clearly visible, but he quickly rushed to lend the necklace to the ginger and led him to the check-out. Chuuya handed over his credit card, hoping that the necklace wouldn't break the bank. As he left the store, a mix of relief and fury rushed over him. Well, at least he managed to grab something really nice for his loved one…

At least the exchange with the bakery went suspiciously smoothly, but he couldn’t care less about that at the moment. He dropped you a call saying that he’d be there soon to pick you up. Soon, the ginger haired man was standing at the door, waiting for you to open it. “Oh, hey, handsome.” You gave him a light peck on his lips. Excitement rushed over you, not knowing anything about what he planned for the both of you. “Oh, hey, babygirl” He quickly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you up close to his torso. A mischievous grin lingered on his lips as he whispered in your ear: “I have something planned for us tonight, so better be ready for it.” He held your hand and gently dragged you to his motorcycle. Chuuya gave you his helmet and patted the saddle behind himself.

You hopped on the motorcycle, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity about what awaited you. You held onto Chuuya tightly, but when the engine should have roared to life, it just remained silent. Confusion washed over you as you exchanged a puzzled glance with your lover. His face slowly became red from annoyance as he realized what just happened. “For fucks sake! I can’t fucking believe it. Really?!” You glanced over his shoulder to understand the situation - he ran out of gas. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the unexpected turn of events. Chuuya, clearly embarrassed and annoyed, muttered a string of curses under his breath as he realized his mistake. “Okay, okay, okay. Change of plans. I don’t fucking want to waste any more time. Get inside and wait for my call, alright, baby?” You squeezed him with your arms still wrapped around his waist, nodding lightly with the helmet still on your head. “Just don’t get too worked up over things like this. It’s totally alright, Chuu.” You gently stroked his chest before getting back inside the house.

Chuuya quickly placed everything in order on the rooftop and got ready to finally celebrate your birthday. When he finally told you to come, you felt the excitement rush over you. You bounded up the stairs to the rooftop, eager to see what Chuuya had prepared for your birthday celebration. As you reached the top, you were greeted with a breathtaking sight: candle lights twinkling, a blanket set with your favorite fruits, some luxurious red wine, and... A really messed up cake. And you could swear you also smell something rotten there.

You couldn’t help but chuckle when you saw his distorted face. “Oh my god Chuu, this looks... amazing!” You took a step closer to him, but he shook his head in disbelief. “The cheese is rotten because I had to drive around all day for those idiots. And on top of that, the cake got messed up while I rushed here to finally meet you. Damn it. And I couldn’t even get enough flowers to celebrate–” If he’s going to continue this rambling, maybe he’s going to explode. A warm smile spread across your face as you walked towards him and firmly grabbed his shoulder. “Hey.” you looked into his eyes and pulled him in for a long, sensational kiss. He took the lead quickly, with one of his hands grabbing you by your hips, while the other wandered up on the back of your neck. Before he could deepen the kiss more, you whispered to his lips with a cheeky tone “You wanted to say happy birthday, right?” He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against yours.

“Oh, baby.” He slipped his hand under your shirt, gently caressing your bare skin. His touch sent shivers down your spine as you could feel the intensity of his desire growing more with each passing second. “I’d rather show you what a happy birthday looks like.”

The cute dividers are from @cafekitsune ♡

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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— make your tea and your toast | commission

special thanks to @magpie-scribbles for commissioning me! thank you so much dear, this was an absolute blast to write and I had the best time! hope you enjoy xx

pairing: jake lockley x fem!reader, steven grant x fem!reader, marc spector x fem!reader

genre: smut with a lil' bit of feeling (all of it with jake). minors dni

word count: 4.5k

summary: your first time meeting jake lockley. an alter neither steven nor marc knows about.

warnings: oral (receiving), vaginal s.ex, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, choking, dom!jake but also soft!jake best of both worlds, established relationship with both marc & steven, reader works at the museum, the use of slut & whore, rough s.ex

a/n: I kind of imagined this to be set after the series finale. The switches between steven and marc are smooth, they also don't know about jake.

disclaimer: the depictions of DID in this fic is based off of the show and the research I did on google, I am in no way saying that this is how it works so please take all of that info with a grain of salt. I am not a medical professional.

Your head between your hands, you stared blankly at your laptop. A warning had popped up, a warning you absolutely dreaded to see, especially on a day that a new exhibit was coming to the museum. The fluorescent lights of your office agitated your eyes, you blinked, then you blinked again. Your eyelids stuck together. A sigh left your lips and you lean back into your chair, oh how you wished this day would be over already.

“Hey beautiful,”

Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing a faint knock at your glass door, the familiarity of the voice soothing you instantly.

“Hey gorgeous,” you replied, smiling.

Steven was awkwardly standing at the door, hands in front of him as he drew small air circles with his thumbs. Noticing his worryful gaze, you realized that he saw you wallowing in your own self pity over your frozen computer. He took a step forward, his one hand leaving his front as he nervously scratched the back of his head.

“Are you alright, love?”

“I am–” you cut yourself off with a sigh and a shake of your head. You had promised him previously that you wouldn’t do this anymore. You wouldn’t hide what you truly felt about the situations unfolding around you. “I’m frustrated and overworked. My computer froze just as I was about to put in the serial numbers of all the artifacts that are arriving today,”

“The Hecate exhibit?”

Steven quickly got behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders in a comforting manner. He gently squeezed your tense muscles, a relaxed groan parted your lips.

“Yeah…”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You can buy me a new computer,”

He chuckled, it’s such a lovely sound. It lightens the weight that drowns your stressed heart.

“No can do, darling. I can barely make rent. Very sorry about that.” he hummed. “Why not ask that insufferable Donna? this is museum work after all, it’s not like you’re playing games,”

“Yeah– I don’t think the museum has the budget, Steven. And I do not want to hear Donna rant about it again,”

“Fair enough,”

While you conversed with one another, Steven continued to massage your shoulders. His hands traveled down to your upper back, fingers dipping into the sides of your spine. Warmth spread throughout your body, your head slowly falling back as soft moans parted from you. His one hand climbed back up to your neck, thumb pressing against your nape and smoothing down the soft tendons.

“How have you been by the way?” you managed to ask despite your relaxed, yet fleeting, euphoria. “How’s Marc?”

“I’m well,” he replied, a smile in his voice. “Marc is too, as well as he can be that is. He yammers on too much, gives me a headache,”

You sighed, spinning along with your chair, you faced Steven. You hated not feeling his hands against your skin anymore, but you wanted to see him. His knees brushed upon yours, a shudder climbing up your back at the simple contact of bodies. Steven leaned down, his hands resting on the armrests of your chair. You felt his breath, a hint of coffee still lingering. He pressed his forehead against yours, his skin warm and scolding against your own. Your eyes flutter closed and you bit the inside of your cheek.

Your breath stuttered when you spoke.

“I’ve missed you,”

“I’ve missed you too,”

The air around Steven changed in an instant, it was a subtle change but you’ve grown accustomed to it. For you, telling the difference was as easy as breathing. Marc raised his hands up from the armrests and cupped your cheeks, thumbs drawing slow, gentle circles as he closed the distance. The way he kissed you was different from the way Steven kisses you. Marc’s lips move in a soft, yet incisive way. He doesn’t hesitate swiping his tongue over your lips, wordlessly asking you to open up for him, which you always do with an enthusiastic eagerness.

You moaned at the feeling of his tongue inside your mouth, exploring, delving deeper. He was sucking the air from your lungs, leaving you desperate, your body electrified, and desperate for more.

When he parted, you whined at the loss of contact. Marc smiled at the sound, thumb tracing the outline of your wet lips. Even the way he looked at you was different. Full of love, that part was similar to Steven, with lingering feelings of believing the love he was receiving was undeserved. After all this time, you still weren’t able to convince him that he deserved every single drop you had to offer.

“I’ve missed you too, you know. You see Steven all the time,” he chuckled. “It’s been a while since we saw each other.”

That was true. Unlike Steven, you didn’t have the luxury to see Marc at work. You haven’t been visiting that often either due to late nights at the office.

“How about I visit you guys this afternoon? I should be able to get off a bit early if I work quick enough. I’ll buy those little cakes Steven likes and we can have tea,”

You almost burst out laughing when Marc stuck his bottom lip out.

“Why does it have to be a tea date?”

“Because it’s–” you raised your hands as if you were forming a rainbow between them. “Aesthetic,”

When Marc continued to stare at you, unamused, you add.

“I’ll bring us beer and pizza too? For dinner?”

His lips twisted into a sly smirk, his one hand fell to your thigh and pushed it up, stopping only an inch away from your clothed heat. You held your breath, chest raising almost all the way up to your chin.

“You might as well stay the night if you’re staying for dinner,”

“I like the sound of that,”

The hand suddenly disappeared, he jolted up, a large wide grin spreading across his lips. The constant self pity that lingered in his eyes was gone, Steven was back and happier than ever.

“You’ll be staying? Did I hear that right darling?”

A breathless chuckle rippled from your throat, still feeling warm and dizzy thanks to Marc.

“Yeah, hope that’s alright?”

“Of course my love!” Steven quickly headed to the door, waving you off. “I’ll be leaving it to you then, time to get to work, chop chop!”

You called out after him.

“I can’t do much with my computer frozen, you know?”

“Just press control, alt, delete, love. I keep telling you. That’s how you shut down those stubborn programs,”

With that, you’re all alone in your office once more. It felt even lonelier now, the lights more annoying. You turned back to your computer, doing just as Steven advised you to do. Of course, it worked.

You smiled, you couldn’t wait now more than ever for the work day to come to an end.

You stood nervously in front of the door, fingers on both hands aching as they held bags full of food and drinks. It truly has been a while since you found yourself right outside their doorstep. You really should try to make more time for both Steven and Marc, the museum wouldn’t collapse just because you were taking a bit of time for yourself and loved ones.

Inhaling one deep breath, you kicked the door with the tip of your foot. Silence followed your unconventional knock. The walls of his apartment were thin, so usually you would hear noises coming from inside, steps rushing towards the door to let you in. But nothing of the sort happened, tilting your head, you attempted to knock again–

The door suddenly opened, you staggered back, shocked that you couldn’t hear anything.

“Let me help you with that,”

Before you could identify which alter was greeting you, he took the bags and rushed inside. You thought that perhaps it was Steven, he would be the one to be anxious over your date. But he hadn’t even glanced at you, which was odd because you had worn the ankh shaped necklace he had gotten you from the gift shop. You were confused, but also glad that your fingers were free from the clutches of the bags. Passing through the threshold, you rubbed your fingers together and closed the door with a push of your heel.

“How was work?”

His voice sounded strained, troubled. You watch him with a raise of your eyebrow, he laid all of the things you bought on top of the kitchen counter. You still couldn’t get a clear view of his face, he had adjusted his hair in a way that would hide his gaze, the ends of them curling slightly. The lack of British accent made you think of Marc, but there was something still slightly different about the way he spoke.

“It was good, managed to finish early like promised,” the stifling aura that lingered in the messy apartment edged you to be cautious. You took a step forward. “Are you alright–?”

You wanted to end your question with a name but you still weren't sure who you were talking to.

“I’m fine. Just a bit tired,”

The two of you marinate in the uncomfortable silence. Your eyes shifted to the windows, they were both wide open, meaning that the air was suffocating only due to the two of you. He had both his hands on the counter, looking down at the groceries with a gaze that could put holes through the food. Your lips felt incredibly dry as you took a step forward. Only his eyes moved, his gaze snapping towards you. The look was enough to stop you in your tracks. You lick your lips.

“You’re not Marc,” your chest heaved. “Or Steven, are you?”

“I’m not, sweetheart. No.”

A dry chuckle left his lips, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile.

“I promise you I’m more than enough,”

“Do you…have a name?”

His eyes widened momentarily before bursting out with laughter. The sound echoed across the walls. He’s loud, the laughter itself enough to shake the very floor you stood on. But you supposed it was alright since now he seems more relaxed. He rolled his shoulders and he straightened his back. Fingers leaving the counter, he let out a deep breath that looked like he was holding until now.

“Of course I have a name,” he said, turning fully to you. “My name’s Jake.”

“Jake,” you repeated, feeling the way his name felt between your lips. The way his eyes darken didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Nice name,”

You shifted from one leg to another, chewing the inside of your cheek. Your eyes were glued to his, you didn’t want him to feel unwelcome by hiding your gaze, or acting as if you were bothered. Jake raised his eyebrow, the right corner of his lips tugging up in an amused manner.

“Do you know who I am?” you asked.

“I do,”

“Ah, good–”

“You’re part of the reason why I’m here, they– They don’t know I exist, at least not right now,”

“What?”

Jake rushed to your side, your heart squeezing with his every step. He stopped only an inch away from you. His dark eyes scanning your slightly shocked countenance, he raised his hand. You held your breath, the inside of your ears whizzing as your heart thudded loudly. His hand stilled an inch away from your cheek, you could feel the warmth of his flesh. He let out a languid breath.

“Can I touch you?”

Your mind swirled but you managed to nod anyway. He gently placed his hand against the side of your face. His palm scorched your skin, much warmer than you felt previously before.

“It’s no fair you know,” he said, a slight venom in his voice. “They get to be with you. Work with you. Eat with you. Laugh with you. Touch you. Fuck you,”

The anger he felt simmered in his tone, voice raspier, quieter. Your stomach churned, the inside of your palm sweaty yet cold at the same time. You wanted to take a step back but you couldn’t, despite his excellent hiding of his emotions, you saw the hurt within his eyes. Jake was similar to Marc in that regard. So much pain for a man to bear. His fingers slid to your throat, curling gently around the column of your neck. Your breath hitched. He’s not squeezing, only holding, softly grazing his blunt nails against your skin. He locked his eyes on your lips.

“Why do they get to have you? Why not me?”

“Well, to actually answer you question, the fact that none of us knew about you might be one of the reasons,”

Jake’s eyes shifted from your lips to your eyes. You’re afraid that you’ve offended him somehow but when his lips crack a smile, you’re visibly relieved.

“You know about me now,” he rolled his tongue, his smile never wavering. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

In all honesty, you weren’t sure. You didn’t know Jake. You didn’t know what type of person he was or how he fitted in Steven’s and Marc’s lives. You also weren't sure if the other alters would be alright with it. Steven didn’t mind sharing you with Marc and vice versa, but what if they weren’t alright with sharing you with Jake? That was a possibility. Still, you couldn’t shake off the look Jake was giving you. So broken, full of internalized anger from god knows what. He was a part of them. A part of them they currently didn’t know about.

“I…I don��t know,”

Jake became visibly annoyed by this. He leaned in closer, placing his other hand on your upper back. He stroked your clothed skin, watching as you closed your eyes and trembled with his touch. You couldn’t help it. They might be different. Act different. Feel different. But it was still the same body you lusted over touching you. His lips stretched out into a grin. Lips barely grazing against the underside of your jaw.

“You know, when the other’s take the front, I still can feel. It’s more like your skin ghosting over mine, constantly. I can feel the heat, the warmth. For instance today, I felt how excited you were to have us touch you, feel you against our open palm. Isn’t that why you offered to stay over? So we could fuck you?”

A shudder ran up your spine. His lips now fully pressed against your skin, moving towards your neck. You wanted to step away, just so you could breathe a little, but the hand on your back prevented you, pushing you closer to him. Your chest now flushed against his, you could feel his defined muscles from underneath his shirt. Your breasts are aching to rub against him like a dog in heat. Thickly swallowing, you slightly pushed them into his chest. It felt good, too good. A soft moan trickled from your lips.

Jake’s hand that was idly resting on your back slid down to your buttocks, he squeezed the flesh, chuckling as he grazed his teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck. You flinched at the roughness he possessed, inactively rubbing yourself against his broad torso.

“Seems to me that you know exactly what you want to do,” he keened. “I just want to hear you admit it, mi amor,”

The vaguely familiar word of endearment took you by surprise. You blinked at him, eyebrows raised.

“You know spanish?”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,”

His voice became soft, gentle. His lips pressing against the skin right above your jugular, he left a small kiss that sent a wave of heat throughout your body. Jake continued to decorate your skin with open mouthed, wet kisses. It drowned out every needless thought you might have. You’re shaking, knees on the brink of giving out. His hand was the only thing holding you up.

“I still haven’t heard you admit it,” he teased. “Didn’t you come here to get fucked?”

“I…that’s not all,”

“Admit it.”

You swallowed, staring at him between half lidded eyes.

“Y-yes. I…did come here in hopes of–” you licked your lips, voice trembling. “–Getting fucked,”

“Good girl,”

His teeth sunk into your flesh, jolts of pain mixed with pleasure blossoming against your skin. You cried out, your hands clawing at his chest as you buried your face into him. He smelled of Marc, Steven. The scent soothed you, made your heart flutter. His tongue danced across the fresh dents that your skin now possessed. Jake pulled back, his pupils were dilated, almost covering the entirety of his chocolate eyes. He took a step forward then another, forcing you to walk backwards. The steps you took with him were familiar, a route you often followed whenever you visited. Coldness returned to your body, heart almost leaping out of your throat as you spread your fingers across Jake’s chest, silently telling him to stop.

Understanding, he stilled his steps.

“What is it?”

“Can we…Can we use the couch instead?”

“The couch?”

You didn’t want to outright admit that you didn’t want to use the bed for Marc’s and Steven’s sake. You still weren’t sure how alright they would be with all of this, and despite what your body was screaming you to do, you still had your reservations about Jake. He seemed to understand where you were coming from. His eyes wandered across your face and finally he gave in.

“Alright.”

With that you found yourself laying on the semi-comfortable couch with Jake between your legs. He crashed your lips together, teeth clicking, his mouth wide and tongue already pushing inside. You opened up for him, letting him devour you entirely. Jake's hands roamed across your body, dipping into every curve and every patch of skin. Your hips involuntarily thrusted up, seeking for friction, seeking for his cock. Breaking the kiss, he tutted disapprovingly. With both hands he pinned your hips back down to the couch and licked the inside of your mouth, he nipped at your bottom lip as he spoke.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” he rasped. “So all of that ‘I’m not so sure I want to do this’ behavior was all bulshit, huh?”

“I– No,”

“Liar,”

Jake slid down the couch, his face now an inch away from your clothed cunt, he quickly tugged at your pants, pulling them down along with your panties. He hummed upon seeing your glistening cunt, your face heating up at the way his lips curled upward. Not wanting to see his smug expression any longer, you covered your eyes and pressed the heels of your palms against them. A whimper left you, his lips delicately kissing a trail up from your exposed knees towards your thighs. This felt like Steven. The softness, the gentleness of his lips.

But then he bit you and that reminded you of Marc.

You hissed at the pain, looking down, you noticed that he was glaring at you, brows knitted together as his nostrils flared.

“Don’t close your eyes, I want you to watch,”

If your face was burning before, now, it was absolutely ablaze.

“Why are you so embarrassed? It’s not like you never felt my tongue inside of this beautiful cunt before,”

“That might be true but it’s still my first time with you,”

His eyebrows raised up all the way to his hairline, disappearing behind the hair covering his forehead. Without saying a word, he dipped between your legs and flattened his tongue against your folds. You whimpered, one hand immediately interlacing itself with his dark curls. With the tip of his tongue, Jake drew quick circles around your clit and flicked it. You watched with wide eyes as he groaned, his eyes closed while he tasted you. Seeing him added to the pleasure you felt, every time you saw that pink tongue disappearing inside of you, you moaned. Loudly.

“Fuck, do you always get this wet or am I just that good?”

He peered at you through his dark eyelashes. Breathing heavily, you just stared at him.

“Come on answer me, I’ll stop if you don’t.”

“I’m…I’m always this wet for all of you,”

“I knew you were a slut but had no idea it was this bad,” he snarled. “Do you like being my perfect little slut? My perfect toy that I pleasure myself to,”

You breathed out.

“Y-Yes,”

“Does my slut want to come?”

You whined, eyelids fluttering, you pushed your dripping cunt closer to his mouth. He took this as a yes, inching closer, he violently pressed his lips against your folds, tongue forcibly pushing into your aching hole. You screamed out, your head falling back as you pulled at his hair. Jake fucked you with his tongue, shallowly thrusting in and out of you as his fingers dug into your thighs. You’re squirming, body arching in an uncomfortable manner. The top of his nose kept on brushing against your clit, the coil within you tightening–

“Jake!” you moan out, thighs trembling. “Jake,”

He doesn’t reply to your cries, he parted his lips, moving them along the lips of your cunt as he wiggled his tongue forward. Your juices were overflowing, wetting his chin and staining the couch underneath. You begin to grind your hips against his mouth, so desperate, so needy. A growl trembled within his chest, his teeth softly nipped at your folds. Your insides were burning, tingling, your mind fuzzy, not knowing who’s name to call out anymore. You’re thinking of them all– The sweetness of Steven, the harsh tenderness of Marc, the absolutely bone shattering presence of Jake–

You cried out, gushing all over Jake’s tongue.

Your hips jerked, body shaking uncontrollably as your cunt throbbed and twitched. His tongue continued to move inside of you, slurping everything you had to offer. You’re dazed, eyes unfocused. Your body stilled, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. Everything felt so intense, you’re completely spent. Jake finally parted away from your over sensitive core and looked up, he traced the outline of your inner thighs with his lips.

“Hope you’re not gonna tell me that you’re tired,” he said whilst licking his lips. “We’re just getting to the good part,”

You groaned when he flipped you to your stomach. His strong hands took a hold of your waist and pulled your buttocks into the air. Immediately your back arched for him, waiting to feel the blunt tip of his cock. Your wish was soon answered, pleasure bloomed within you all over again, a soft whine tearing away from your lips.

Jake let out a stuttered breath as he pushed in, you’re embarrassed how easy it was, the flatness of his pelvis immediately felt up against your ass. Your lips parted, chest heaving uncontrollably. Jake felt so thick inside, stretching you in a mind numbingly pleasurable way. He let his cock rest inside of you, his hands spreading across your back and sliding up to your shoulders. Holding you, he squeezed and lifted your upper body from the couch. His one hand snuck under your shirt while the other came around your throat, experimentally squeezing as the other cupped your breast. You gasped and with that he squeezed harder.

He pulled back his hips a torturously slow way, only the tip remaining inside, he slammed his cock right back in– Your breath caught in your throat, you desperately tried to breathe. He snapped his hips over and over again, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the apartment. His fingers closed around your throat, blocking the airway and making you choke.

“Who fucks you best?” he hummed, hips moving faster.

Only choked out nonsense left your chapped lips. He squeezed harder, pulling you flush against his chest. You felt his damp lips pressing against your ear, you shuddered.

“Tell me,”

You couldn’t pick one. You just couldn’t.

“I bet the other two can’t fuck you like this,” he growled. “They’re too gentle with you– But you don’t want that do you? You want to be fucked like the good little whore you are– You want to be used, isn’t that right?”

Jake pinched your nipple and a rugged scream tore from your throat. The pacing he set for you was hard, fast. Every thrust of his hips made you see white, the edges of your vision started to become blurry. He grinded his hips, making you feel every curve, every inch of his cock.

“Look at you, can’t even answer me,” he panted heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. “Come on now, tell me who fucks you best,”

“Y-You,”

You’re surprised by the reply that left your lips, an immediate sense of regret settled in your gut but you couldn’t make a sane decisions when Jake’s cock just felt so fucking good. His hips only stuttered for a moment, the fingers around your throat found the sides of your chin and turned you sharply so that you would face him. You ignored the strain in your neck as he kissed you– Slow, sensual, mind numblingly full of love. This time, instead of directly dominating your mouth, your tongues danced along one another. His thrusts slow but still hard, the length of his cock brushing against your deepest parts as he claimed you both ways.

You’re flustered, which is a funny thing to be feeling while he’s fucking you into the very core of the earth. But the way his tongue moved against yours, the way his cock moved inside, suddenly all of it had become so tender. Your heart fluttered uncontrollably, face burning as the love you felt for them all bursted from your every pore. Jake must’ve felt it because he broke the kiss, dragging his lips across your sweaty cheek and nuzzling the crook of your neck.

That combined with the force of his cock was enough to push you over the edge.

This time you came nice and hard, a ring of cream coating the base of his cock as Jake continued to slam his hips. You’re sobbing, tears streaming down your face, the pleasure proving to be overwhelming. His hand moved across your face, feeling the wetness of your tears. This time he thrusts only for himself, desperately searching for his own release. Your cunt squeezed around him, the tremors of your orgasm still very much in place.

Jake swiftly pulled out, leaving you empty and hollow feeling as he fisted his cock over your back. He groaned and soon something hot and sticky coats the small of your back, an uncontrollable shiver seized your body and you moan out his name.

Both yours and Jake’s heavy breathing filled the room. You turned only to collapse on your back, Jake’s staring at you between heavy lids. He seemed troubled, deep in thought, you opened up your arms, inviting him for an embrace. His eyes moved along your body and landed on your face. He took one deep breath and surrendered. He fell on top of you, allowing you to hug him. Your hands went up and down his back in a similar fashion Steven had done for you this morning. Jake hid his smile by burying his face into your neck, but you felt it against your skin.

“It’ll be alright,” you whispered. “I’m yours too.”

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