#I WANNA PLAY WITH HER HAIR AND GIVE HER A KISS AND SLEEP IN HER ARMS AND HHHHHHNNNNNNM💖🌹❣🏵🌷💟🌷💌🏵🌸🌹🌸💌💮💚💮💙💘💟💗💌💞💚💞💋💝💚

[houseofhyde]

Omg maybe a soft moment w manchild Bucky and reader where they are in bed slow touches talking about their feelings and how buckys been after her for so long and how she felt it too and omg.

Maybe not tho bc I might literally die of love resding it

signs in the silence. a manchild drabble.

pairing. bucky barnes x fem!reader. synopsis. fighting off sleep to scrape a little more time together, you interrogate bucky and find out all the things sam told him about you. warnings. mentions of smut/prior sexual activity, bickering, unlabeled relationship, reader being a sore loser (uno is hell on earth when you're losing), fluff, a tiny bit of angst. reader inclusivity. like a single mention of bucky brushing away an invisible strand of hair. wordcount. 2.7k (okay so maybe idk how to only write a drabble, sue me!) hyde's input. bestie, i saw your ask enter my inbox this evening and immediately started writing it, i swear i was possessed into finishing this in one sitting. ik it's not exactly what you asked for but i hope you enjoy reading it! (unedited, we die like real men) manchild au masterlist

Curtains dance in the wind like billowing ballgowns, lifting and dipping in the arms of the night. Past the window pane, rain reigns the streets below, staining everything beneath the stormy sky. Despite the weather and the ungodly hour, the city is still wide awake and, alongside it, so are you.

“You’re cheating!”

“How am I cheating?” There’s something unfair about how jaw-dropping Bucky still looks like this: cross-legged on the bed, wearing nothing but boxers and tired eyes, and clutching a two-card hand of colourful cards. If he hadn’t just condemned you to pick up twelve, you would reach over and steal a kiss. “I don’t even know the rules to this stupid game.”

“If it’s so stupid, why do you keep beating me?” You’re begrudgingly picking up your dues and struggling to hold the stack of cards in one hand.

As he tries to help you pick up a card that slips off the edge, you swat metal fingers away.

“Begginers luck,” the soldier shrugs, placing down his second last card. “Uno.”

Yellow Seven. Fuck.

“I actually hate you,” you groan, collapsing back against feather pillows.

“You’re holding half the deck, doll,” the ill-will you feel towards him in this moment aside, you can’t help the way your heart gives a little leap at that silly name of endearment. If feelings make fools, you’re leading the pack. “There’s no way you don’t have a playable card.”

Fingertips — flesh, warm and tender with their touch — slide up the back of your calf, hooking under your knee before attempting to tug you closer, down the bed, to where he sits by the edge. Like a child throwing a tantrum, you kick your legs, shaking off his touch.

“I don’t wanna play with you any more,” between the yawn you’re fighting off and the pout that’s taken capture of your lips, you truly are a pitiful sight. The knowledge of this doesn’t stop you from throwing down your cards and making a run for it off the mattress.

Unfortunately, your roommate has the reflex skills of a ninja and, no sooner than your feet touch the ground, his arms grab you from behind and drag you into his lap.

“God you’re such a sore loser,” he mouths against the skin of your neck, trailing his lips over the kisses he already tattooed into your skin hours ago, when the sun was barely setting and he had you pressed against the walls of the shower.

“I am not!” Two fingers pinch at his arm. You quietly delight in the way it only makes him squeeze them tighter around you, biceps straining deliciously on either side of you.

“Are too!” His teeth clamp down on your earlobe, and you have to physically hold yourself back from grinding back into his lap, the burning outline of his semi-hard cock straining against navy fabric heavy on your mind. “Sam even warned me about it.”

Glancing at him from over your shoulder, you find his eyes already on you. It’s something you’re coming to learn about him, quietly and unaddressed, just how attentive of a man he is. “You seriously shouldn’t trust a word that man says. He’s an agent of chaos!”

“Hey, that’s Captain America you’re talking about,” this time, he’s pinching you and, when you squirm, he takes the opportunity to scoop an arm beneath your knees and lifts you both off the bed. “And, according to him, you once bit his sister during a game of Twister.”

“One time,” You hold up a single finger and Bucky leans his head forward to bite it. “And it was only after she nearly choked me!”

After guiding both your hands to grab on behind his neck, your soldier takes away the hand supporting your back and uses it to dust off the sheets. Cards go flying and float onto the ground, and not once does the neurotic voice, that lives in your mind and berates any disorganisation, tell you to care about the mess.

In what world could a mess on the floor be more important than the way Bucky slides you both back down atop the mattress, card-free sheets pooling over your skin as the soldier pulls you into him.

He closes his eyes for all of four seconds before you’re whispering across the pillows.

“What else did Sam warn you about me?”

Blue irises reappear, one by one, and you can see how exhaustion has stitched itself across his face. You feel a twinge of guilt, keeping him awake on a night like this, but you’re selfish and you want every extra second with him you can get.

“He said you were the most intelligent yet incapable person he’s ever met,” his legs bump against yours beneath the sheets as he shuffles a little closer. You meet him halfway, intertwining your limbs in a tangle that’s slowly growing familiar. “Nearly didn’t believe him… Then I saw you for the first time.”

“You two are real mean, you know that?” There is not an ounce of grit behind your voice, just pure unadulterated adoration that a more awake version of yourself would be doubled over, gagging at the sight of it. Stand up, girl! You can almost hear her — you — say. He’s literally just a man! “What was so incapable about me opening the door of my home to the needy, huh?”

The soldier takes capture of the hand you poke against his chest, leading it up the path to meet the soft press of his lips. This is another thing you’re learning, how constant he craves contact, a hand always at your back, or a shoulder bumping against your own, or a head buried in your neck, he’s a fiend for the feel of flesh.

“Who said that’s the first time I saw you?” He challenges.

“Oh.”

“It was months before that. Sam and I, we were hiding out at a black-market art gallery in Madripoor because of… well, that’s not important,” as if he feels the tension bubbling beneath your skin, he dances over the dangerous part of his life, the parts you don’t get to see, the parts that turn him into a single phone call for days on end. “You called Sam, one of those face-clock calls-”

“It’s facetime, grandpa,” you tease him with a smile, reward him with a press of your mouth down into his right shoulder.

“Whatever. Point is, there was a mirror behind him and that’s where I saw you,” vibranium cups its palm around your face and you turn into its touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he soothes your cheek. “You were crying, begging for help after smashing your shower door whilst trying to kill a spider.”

“I stand by the fact that could have happened to anyone.”

“Darling, no it couldn’t,” his laughter shakes his chest and you. It makes you want to dive deeper into his touch, feel his next laugh erupt in your own chest. “No one else would be silly enough to throw a baseball bat at a spider the size of raindrops.”

“It was jumping! And I didn’t have any spray!” You turn away from his touch, only to nestle your face in the crevices of his collarbone. Despite the chill in the air, Bucky’s a furnace against you, sheltering you from the cold. “Tell me something else Sam said.”

“Hmm,” he pauses to think, his flesh arm curling around your back and rolling you into him. He smells like Bucky but, also, you, traces of your citrus bodywash staining him hours after you lathered him in it beneath the flowing waters of the shower. Something curls in your loins, possessive and satisfied with the claim you’ve made on his skin. “That you have an insatiable sweet tooth. Backed it up with a story where he had to pry you out a bakery after failing to get some promotion at work.”

“I still can’t believe they gave it to fucking Frank,” you huff, the bitterness still present on your tongue after all these years. “They ended up firing him within a year after realising that, beneath all that manly testosterone, he was incompetent.”

“Just your type, then?” The bastard muses, effortlessly blocking the hand that’s reaching for his nipple and pressing it flat against his chest instead. You feel his heart, beating a little stronger with each pulse, there's a magnet in your palm commanding it to break free from its ribcage and fly right into your hand. “Sam said you always wanted to learn to bake, but were too lazy.”

“Too busy,” you roll your eyes, though deep down there’s a truth in Sam’s claims. “Luckily, you’re a whizz in the kitchen. And I’m not just talking about when you bend me over the counter and threaten to use the spatula to spank-”

“Why do you think I wanted to learn to bake?”

Reminiscing on your salacious adventures together quickly stops, the moment you take a second to actually think about what he’s saying, what he’s not saying. You’re both good at this game, tip-toeing around a subject you both keep bringing to light yet never fully revealing. There’s excitement in the unsaid, in the quiet touches and unmentioned actions that hint at something you’re both too stubborn to address.

Tonight will not be the night either of you give in and fold.

“Tell me something else,” oh god, there’s a yawn caught in your throat. With difficulty, you swallow it down before the soldier can point it out.

“He never warned me you were so demanding,” you whine in protest into his skin and feel the dance of his hand running up and down your back, an apology that seeps through skin and into your spine. “But he did mention you have awful taste in men.”

The hand on your back slips lower, pressing dimples into the skin at the base of your spine as you push yourself off his chest and come face to face with him. The moonlight is forgiving tonight, granting you the pretty view of his illuminated features. The fondness in his eyes, the curve of his lips, the wrinkles beginning to threaten stains upon his skin, the scars you’ve yet to ask about.

For every imperfection and every inch of adoration, he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

Something tugs at your heart.

“The worst taste,” you murmur, bringing your lips down to meet Bucky’s in a kiss that has him exhaling with relief and gripping at your skin tighter.

“Yeah?” He mumbles, stealing the air you exhale. “Tell me, what kind of man merits your attention?”

“The kind who works out every muscle but his brain,” you drag your lips over his jaw, relishing in the scrape of his stubble.

“Hey, I read!” Finally, it’s his turn to feel the sting of offense.

“Typical man, making everything about himself,” you settle back down against his chest, ear pressing close enough to where you can hear the thunder of his heart. “This is about my dream man, Buck, not you.”

“Didn’t you call me your dream man last time I ate your-”

“Anyway, I like the kind of man who listens to both my problems and my complaints, and then does whatever he can to fix things without pressuring me.” Flashback to last week, when you complained about the strap of your bag snapping half-way home only to awaken the next morning to it all stitched perfectly back together.

“You like the considerate kind then,” he whispers, and you swear you hear a twinge of nervousness on his tongue.

“And the kind who makes me feel beautiful with just a single glance at me,” exhibit A stares down at you right now, a shine in his eyes that makes you want to swoon.

“That must be any man,” he brushes a nonexistent hair off your forehead, “I mean, look at you.”

“I also like the kind of man that chases me, even when I’m too focused on what’s ahead to glance back and notice him,” there’s a strange squeeze in your throat as you swallow down a breath, thinking back on all the hints of longing he may have dropped that you’ll never know about.

“That man would still chase you, even if you never looked back,” the way he’s speaking to you and touching you, like you’re a rose petal threatening to fall off its stem, is not helping the lump in your throat. “In case you stumbled and needed someone to break your fall.”

That does you in, sends the first tear falling off your eyelash and landing on his naked chest, while you muster a quiet, “I like the kind of man who calls.”

His hands don’t freeze, and no part of him jumps with shock. Instead, his chest deflates with resignation.

“You know about the mission,” it’s not a question.

It doesn’t need to be, he already knows the answer.

“How?” This, however, is a question he needs to ask.

You shrug into him, refusing to give in to his search for your face as you focus on hiding it in the warmth of his skin, hidden from the look on his face you’re too afraid to confront. “Something just felt… different when I woke up.”

“Like what?” It’s not an accusatory thing, just a simple search for answers from a man who’s trying his best to keep you from falling apart against him.

“Well, you woke me up with your head between my legs-”

“What’s different about that? I did the same on Tuesday, too.

“And then brought me breakfast in bed.”

“You feed me, I feed you, that’s how a-” he doesn’t quite say the R word, but you feel it, in the way he seers a kiss onto the crown of your head, “Is supposed to work.”

“Then there was the three course meal waiting for me when I came home from work,” you still remember the way your heart was stuck between soaring at the sight of him setting the table as you walked into the apartment, and sinking with realisation that your suspicions were definitely true. “If all that wasn’t enough, I could tell from your touch.”

“My touch?”

“It was like… you were trying to memorise me. Not just when we were in the shower, but each time you took my hand across the table and brushed over my shoulder before clearing our plates,” you feel him sinking his fingers over your flesh, a soft squeeze at your hip. “Even now, it’s like you’re trying to hold onto me because you know you have to let go.”

“I just…” He sighs with defeat, not helping his case when he lays another kiss against your head. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“That’s okay,” you lie, for both of your sakes. “It’s not like you’ve not left to go help Sam before.”

“This isn’t before,” you both hate and adore him for the firmness he puts into the statement. “Before was different, we weren’t us.”

As much as this aches, ripping your chest apart to carve out your heart with the bitter truth of Bucky’s life as a hero catching up to whatever safe haven you two have locked yourselves away in, you’ll happily take the pain, the lump in your throat, all of it. There’s no price too high to pay to have this moment, laying in Bucky’s arms and pretending there’s no one in the city but you two, fighting off sleep for a moment more of each other’s presence and leaving fingerprint evidence of one another on your skins.

“You’ll be gone by the time I wake up,” you could get mad at him for not telling you, for the chance he almost took at leaving you another measly note on the fridge. But all you feel is the mutual ache of wanting to put off the inevitable, just a little longer. “Won’t you?”

You feel him nod, feel him squeeze his arms around you tighter, feel your heartbeats start to sync as sleep slowly guides you away from his loving gaze.

“I promise I won’t miss a single call, doll.”

[amatariki]

STUPID BOY MAKING ME SO SAD 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ she's got everything that i don't have

in lieu: after becoming jealous seeing riki's instagram stories, your boyfriend reminds you that he has his eyes on the most gorgeous woman in the world.

the muse: idol!nishimura riki x f!reader; established relationship; ft. moka wc: 1017 warnings: angst (+happy ending), fluff, jealousy, insecurities

whispers: uh so i ran out of hearts on gizmo while revising so im waiting for it to refill...go listen to she's all i wanna be by tate mcrae!! ><

reblog and i'll kiss you <3

You scroll through instagram, lazily lying on the couch in a hoodie and shorts.

It's a cool night, the city looks pretty, you just took a shower—you typically would've been watching a movie right now, waiting for Riki to come home so you two can have dinner and then cuddle together.

But you can't help but lie on the couch, your thoughts groveling at the back of your mind after you see a story of Riki and Moka from ILLIT together from the behind the scenes of a show they did together.

You know their relationship is just work-related, but seeing her with him strikes a small place in your heart.

After all, she's really pretty with a good body, rich and fun-loving. Her smile and facial features are to die for and she looks good in every dress she wears.

When she stands next to Riki in that picture, you can't help but have a pang of jealousy at the fact how good they look together. Like a match made in heaven.

Time passes by as you decide to scroll through TikTok instead, watching cat videos to try and get your mind off the story. Bisco lies on your chest, snoozing quietly.

Your eyes avert to the doorway at the sound of a key turning in the lock, looking away as you see Riki open the door and step inside.

You pay him no attention, going back to scrolling on your phone with one hand as the other scratched Bisco's head.

"Hi, baby," Riki says quietly, kicking off his shoes as he walks over to you and leans over the couch, brushing strands of your hair off your forehead.

When he sees that you don't answer, he chalks it up to you being tired and doesn't think too much about it. "I'mma take a shower and get back," he says coolly, walking away.

However, you've still got your unusually quiet attitude when Riki comes back.

"What's wrong?" He asks, frowning. His velvety deep voice is laced with worry as he helps you sit up, taking a sleeping Bisco off your chest and setting him down on his dog bed before plopping down on the couch next to you.

"Baby, did anything happen today?" His eyebrows are knotted in confusion as to why you're giving him the silent treatment. "Did I forget to get you something from the store on the way home? Is that what this is about?"

"It's just..." you blurt out, finally breaking your silence. You look down at your hands, playing with your manicured nails. It feels like a heavy lump is stuck in your throat. You swallow thickly before speaking again. "Don't you ever feel like you're too good for me?"

Riki recoils, taken aback by your words. "Why would you think something like that, baby?" He asks. "Did one of your friends say something to you?"

"No, it's..." you start, your voice trailing off. "It's just...that picture you posted with Moka on your stories."

"Go on," Riki urges warmly. "Talk to me, baby. What about it?"

"She's so pretty, and...and you look so good together," you say truthfully, your insecurities spilling out. "And then there's me. I'm not pretty or anything."

Riki takes your small hands in his large ones, thumbs rubbing soft circles on the back of your palm. "You're right," he says.

Your heart plummets to your stomach, your eyes widening in shock. "W-What?" You'd always suspected it, but it hurt to hear Riki say it himself.

"You heard me," he continues, acting like he didn't just break your heart in half with two words. "You're not pretty. You're absolutely gorgeous," he says with a teasing smile, although you can see depths of love in his brown eyes.

He lifts one hand to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

"I'm not too good for you, I actually don't deserve you at all," Riki murmurs. You can see the sincerity in his eyes. You can see how much he believes he doesn't deserve to be with you, how he believes he's lucky to have you. "But I'm going to work for your love everyday. Just like how you're going to promise me that you'll never say anything like this ever again. Yeah?"

"Yeah," you say in relief, not realizing that you've been holding your breath.

One hand leaves your hand, reaching out to cup your face. Your breath hitches at the touch. It's warm and adoring. It's full of promises.

"Can I kiss you, baby?" he asks quietly.

You nod in response. "Yeah."

He tentatively presses his lips to yours, his plush lips moving softly across yours, painting dreams of forever on them. The kiss isn't rushed or hurried. It soft, gentle and, god, you could keep going on for eternity like this.

Riki's arms snake around your waist, pulling you close, holding you gently like a porcelain angel as your arms make their way around his neck.

His right hand runs up and down your spine, deepening the kiss as you gasp at the feeling. He chuckles, slipping his tongue in.

His tongue works almost as reverently as his lips do, seeking out the deepest corners of your mouth as if he was painting them.

Eventually, you both have to pull away due to the lack of oxygen. He looks at you with glazed eyes, breathless as he presses your foreheads together.

"I love you, baby," he declares, sentimentally. His cheeks are all flushed from the deep kiss, hair mussed from your hands running through them. Yet he still looks like a god with his glowing tan skin and sparkling brown eyes that hold the entire world in them.

"I love you too, ki," you respond, your heart swelling with adoration for the man in front of you. Grateful to have him in your life. And you can tell he feels the same about you.

"i'm hungry," he says, suddenly pulling away. "Please tell me you made dinner."

You let out a laugh at how quick his demeanor changes. "I did, ki. Don't worry."

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------ᝰ‧₊ written by ©amatabelle 2025

[ripcupid]

Please write trans sevika with a cream pie kink.

𓄀𐚁⊹₊ ⋆ dirty girl

trans!sevika x fem!reader

word count : 2.1k

This was a mix between this and the request which just made it even better thank you anon 🙏🏾🙏🏾 side note love this Sev cooch shot

another side note THANK YOU FOR HOW POPULAR SOMETHING SPECIAL IS OMG i hope y’all enjoy this as well

Sevika knows she should just let you sleep but she can't ignore the growing ache of her cock as she stares at your sleeping body. Her eyes trail over your tits as they rise and fall with each breath, noticing the way your nipples harden under the thin fabric of your shirt from the cool air in the room.

She bites her lip, cursing quietly under her breath as she palms herself through her pajama bottoms, unable to resist your pretty body even while you sleep. She struggles to keep her moans quiet, slapping her hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds threatening to escape her as her cock grows harder with every movement.

Giving into her desire, Sevika slowly and carefully pushes down her pajama bottoms, revealing her aching cock, already glistening with pre-cum.

She strokes herself slowly, dropping her head back against the headboard as she imagines it's your cunt wrapped around her or your hand, pumping her cock as you stare at her with your big sweet eyes.

With the thoughts of touching and kissing you, and how pretty you would look and sound with her cock buried deep inside your equally pretty pussy, Sevika gets lost in her head, forgetting about you sleeping soundly in the bed next to her.

You stir in your sleep at the sound of her heavy breathing and soft moans, slowly waking up to find Sevika lost in her fantasies, completely unaware that you are now awake— or so you thought.

You can't help but stare in awe, feeling your cunt begin to ache at the sight unfolding in front of you. "Ya just gonna sit there and watch?" Sevika breathes out with a light chuckle, catching you off guard as her eyes meet yours.

You feel a rush of arousal soak your panties as you sit up, resting your head on your hand to watch her with a hungry gaze. “Don’t stop ‘cause of me,” you reply.

Your eyes flick between her face and her cock as she continues to stroke herself, a dazed grin playing on her lips. "This was because of me?" you ask, pulling back the blanket partially covering the both of you to fully see her. Sevika's grin widens as she nods, her hand never stopping its movements.

"All for you, baby," she chuckles, "Wanna help me finish?" You bite your lip, nodding eagerly as she removes her hand from her cock and reaches out for yours, guiding it to wrap around her throbbing length.

As you begin to stroke her, you gawk at how her cock easily responds to your touch, watching the pre-cum dribble down the tip. You lean forward to lick up the bead of pre-cum, savoring the taste as Sevika lets out a low moan.

"Mmm, that's it, baby," Sevika moans, her eyes fluttering shut as her hips buck against your hand.

Staring up at her face, you can't help but beg, "I wanna taste more of you, Sevi, can I please?" Sevika looks down at you, stroking the back of your head with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Go 'head, baby," she whispers, spreading her legs wider as you move between them. You keep your eyes locked on hers as she guides your lips to her cock with a firm grip on your hair. You trace the prominent vein on the underside of her cock, feeling it twitch in your hands.

“Is that good?” You ask, slowly pumping your fist as you trace down the length, savoring the taste of her skin.

"Mmm, very good, baby," Sevika moans, sinking back against the bed with a satisfied smile. "Take it all the way, just like that," she urges, pushing your head down further till her tip hits the back of your throat. She holds your head in place, her face scrunching up as she tries to keep herself from coming too soon.

Your hands grip her thighs for support as she bobs your head up and down, shamelessly using your mouth for her pleasure. Each movement of her hips makes you gag but you don't dare pull away, wanting to please her and make her feel good.

"You're so good, baby," she pants, her voice husky with desire, "such a good girl." Sevika's hips begin to falter as she nears her climax, her breathing becoming ragged and desperate.

You whine pathetically as she pulls you off, strings of spit connecting your lips to her cock as you continue to jerk her off. "You gonna let me cum on that pretty face of yours?" she grins, letting go of your hair to brush her thumb over your swollen lips.

"Yes, please," you whimper, your desire evident in your voice as you look up at her with pleading eyes. Sevika smirks, stroking your cheek with her thumb before gripping your cheeks to make your tongue lol out.

"Good girl," she groans, her hips bucking up in your hand as she nears the edge, "'m gonna cum, okay, baby?" You nod eagerly, speeding up your movements, feeling her twitch and shudder in your hand as she reaches her peak. With a final, guttural moan, Sevika releases onto your awaiting tongue and face, her legs trembling with pleasure as you help her ride out her orgasm.

You eagerly swallow the bit that lands on your tongue, licking your lips as you look up at her with a satisfied smile. You sit up, wiping your face with the back of your hand, as you watch Sevika catch her breath.

"C'mere," Sevika says, laughing as she catches a glimpse of your messy face. She pulls you up for a deep, passionate kiss, tasting herself on your lips.

"You taste so good, Sev," you whisper into the kiss. She pulls away with a mischievous grin, squeezing your cheeks playfully, "You're a dirty girl, aren't you, baby?" she teases, making your face heat up.

"Only for you," you giggle in response, leaning in for another kiss. You crawl into her lap and wrap your arms around her neck, your lips moving hungrily against hers.

Sevika's hands find their way to your ass, squeezing it firmly as she deepens the kiss making you moan softly against her lips. As her lips move down to your neck to leave a trail of kisses, you can't help but grind down on her limp cock, feeling it begin to stir beneath you.

Sevika's breath hitches at your bold move, and she responds by giving you a light spank on your ass, causing you to gasp in surprise and pleasure.

"Careful, baby," she warns, pressing her lips against your ear. You pout as she holds you still, wanting her to finally relieve the throbbing ache between your legs.

"Please, Sevi," you whine, your voice coming out in a desperate plea as you push yourself against her, trying to get some friction to alleviate the ache. "I wanna cum on your cock so bad," you moan, feeling her harden up again.

She smirks at your impatience, teasing you with light kisses along your jawline before she finally releases her grip on your hips, allowing you to move against her once more. "You know it makes me so hard when you beg like that," she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear.

You shiver at the sound of her voice, her hands slipping under your shirt before she lays back to see the desperation in your eyes. "Tell me again what you want." You gasp as she starts to grope your tits, her fingers pinching and teasing at your nipples.

"I wanna cum on your cock," you whimper, unable to stop yourself from grinding against her, "please baby." You fist her shirt in your hands, humping her desperately as her eyes flick down to where you sit on her lap.

"I can feel how wet you are," she whispers, holding your hips before stopping your movements. "Take off your clothes, let me see all of you, baby." You eagerly comply, getting off her to strip off your clothes as she watches with a hungry gaze.

As you stand bare by the bed, she reaches out and pulls you closer, her hand tracing along your skin. "C'mere baby," she murmurs, guiding you to straddle her lap again.

You can't stop the whiny moan that escapes your lips as you feel her cock pressing against you. You slowly roll your hips against her, placing your hands on her abs for support before she pulls you down to kiss you deeply, her hands resting on your ass.

"Lift your hips for me," she whispers against your lips. You comply, feeling her tip pressing against your entrance, making you bite your lip in anticipation.

Sevika watches your face intently, reveling in the way your eyes squeeze shut and your jaw goes slack as she slowly pulls you down onto her cock, the sensation causing a loud moan to escape your lips. Your head drops down on her shoulder, burying your face in her neck as you get overwhelmed by her filling and stretching you in the most delicious way.

Her hands grip your hips firmly as she guides your hips in a steady rhythm up and down, each drag of her cock sending waves of pleasure straight to your cunt. The space between y'all fills with the sound of your needy whines and the soft wet sounds of her cock slipping in and out of you.

"You're so deep," you mumble, lifting your head to leave a trail of kisses along her jawline. "I fucking love your cock," you moan in Sevika's ear before capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, fisting the sheets beneath you to anchor yourself as you ride her with increasing fervor.

Sevika's hand tangles in your hair, holding you close as she thrusts up into you, losing her composure by the second. Her moans mix with yours as her other hand slides down your back to grip your ass, urging you to move faster and harder.

You sit up, your hands roaming over her abs and chest as you look down at Sevika. "You look so fucking hot, baby," she groans through gritted teeth, her hands moving to grope your tits as you continue to rock your hips against hers.

Your hand cups her hand, dragging it down your body to where you need it most. "I need you here, Sevi," you whine, guiding her hand to where you ache for her touch. She nods eagerly, biting her lip in excitement at how you guide her and take what you need from her.

With a hungry look in her eyes, Sevika follows your lead, letting you drag her hand down your stomach and between your thighs to your clit. Your body jerks and your hips falter as she rubs the neglected bud in slow circles with her thumb.

"I got you, baby, just keep ridin' me," she whispers, her other hand caressing your twitching thighs. You moan in response, arching your back and gripping her wrist tighter as you feel the tension bubbling in your belly.

Sevika stares at where your bodies meet, watching how your cunt greedily swallows her cock, swearing she won't last much longer with the way you're squeezing her so tight.

"Fuck, baby, look at you taking me so well," she groans, feeling her climax building as she thrusts deeper into you. "Can't hold back much longer," she pants, her brain foggy with the feeling of you.

"Sev," you whimper, snatching her attention back to your face, "Wanna cum with you, please."

Sevika chuckles breathlessly at your plea. "Come on, baby, cum for me," she encourages, moving your hips the way she wants as you fist her shirt, moaning and whining incoherently as you both reach your limit.

"That's it, baby," she grunts, her body shuddering as your walls clench around her making her spill inside you. "God, you feel so good," she murmurs, closing her eyes as she slows your hips and you both ride out your highs together.

As Sevika lays beneath you, her chest rising and falling rapidly, you try to get off of her, but she holds you in place. She peeks up at you with a teasing grin, whispering, "Where you goin’? You gotta keep it all in, baby, wouldn't want to waste any." making you laugh breathlessly.

"But, Sev, I'm all sweaty and gross," you protest, trying to squirm out of her grasp. Sevika just grins mischievously, pulling you down for a kiss, "I like my dirty girl," she whispers against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Fine," you relent, rolling your eyes playfully before kissing her back. "What if we take a shower together?" you suggest a mischievous glint in your eye, slipping your hand under her shirt as her lips trail down your neck.

"Mmh, that sounds perfect, baby," Sevika murmurs, her hands sliding down your back to your ass, giving it a playful spank before letting you off her lap.

Merry soon Christmas if you celebrate I wanted to make Christmas smut but 🤷🏾‍♀️ and hope y’all had good finals cuz ik I’m fucked but it’s cool

[clovermoters]

the parenting sacrifices - dad!lando x wife!reader

summary - while your out on girls night, lando stays home with your sick daughter

warnings - none! just some fluff and kisses, no use of y/n

authors note - i actually wanna make this a little universe so send me some ideas for dad!lando because i adore him!! as always big thank u too @landopoet for reading this over and hyping me up!! love ya big time!! anyways i’ll stop talking and pls enjoy the fic !

“Are you sure you're going to be okay?”

Lando was lightly pushing you towards the door, you were dressed in a short black dress that had Lando seeing stars. Ever since the birth of your daughter, lando has forced you to take a mandated night out with your girlfriends once a month as a break from your motherly duties.

Tonight was one of those nights.

“Yes, Josie and I are going to be just fine, go have your fun.” Lando assures you.

Your three year old daughter has caught the viral head cold that's been circling her daycare. Carlos had warned Lando that his son, Mateo had recently gotten the same bug, since the two toddlers have been in daycare together since they were in diapers.

Lando helps you with your heels and pushes your leather clutch into your hands. He gives you a light peck on the lips “go, have fun, we will be okay.” you melt slightly into his lips before you spin around making your way out the door to meet your girls parked downstairs.

Truthly lando was slightly nervous to be alone with Josie since he’s never been on his own when she was sick. He waltzes into the living room to find his daughter, dressed in her formula 1 jammies that McLaren gifted your family for her third birthday. She had Cars, her favourite movie, playing on the tv while he was bundled underneath a mountain of blankets. Battling a fever and stuffy nose.

Lando ‘rounds the couch, plopping himself down next to his daughter. Josie immediately snuggles into Lando's arms, not taking her eyes off the super agent race cars on the flatscreen in front of her.

“You hungry missy?” Lando asks, “Mama's gone for tonight so it's just you ‘n me.” Lando looks down into an identical set of eyes and a replica head of his own curls. When Josie was born, you were over the moon to find out your daughter had the same eyes you fell in love with. As she got older and her hair grew into a messy head of curls, you were ecstatic.

Josie weakly nods and Lando presses a kiss to her forehead. Before going to the kitchen to heat up some pasta.

Once the movie had finished, and Josie's belly was filled with Landos delicious pasta, your mothers recipe. Lando had decided that an early bedtime is what Josie needs to beat her sickness. Running her a bath to try and keep her fever to a minimum. the girl giggled at her father making funny faces while washing her hair.

Once Josie was clean and in a fresh set of pajamas, Lando read her favourite story and gave her medicine to help her sleep with her cold. Giving a kiss goodnight before making his way to his room, heading in to wait for your return home..

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Lando was in bed watching a cheesy movie you’d told him he would enjoy. He was hardly paying attention, distracted by an instagram reel Carlos had sent him. since Mateo had come down with the same sickness as Josie, the fathers have been in contact swapping tips while their wives are out with each other, probably discussing how their husbands are getting on with the sick toddlers on their own.

Lando senses the light patter of feet making their way towards his door, he tosses his phone onto the sheets, making his way to the door, finding his daughter sleepy-eyed, holding her blankie sniffling. her eyes were red rimmed with tears.

“Daddy” is all she whines out, lifting her arms mumbling a quiet “..‘uppie” . Landos heart squeezes at his daughter's pain, scooping her up, Lando presses a kiss to her temple, her forehead hot to touch, “Aw josie, still not feeling good baby?”

The three year old pushes her face into Landos shoulder, he cringes slightly as the snot rubs into his skin. He hates when Josie is sick, especially when you aren't here to help, he knows he is capable of taking care of Josie, he also knows Josie needs her mom to lie on top of.

“It hurts” she cries when Lando places her onto the bed, switching the movie he had on, to cars

The sacrifices of parenting

Lando let Josie use him as a personal pillow, the girl sprawled out on his bare chest while she picked away at the popsicle she sweet talked her way into getting.

Lando routinely checked in on Josie's temperature, her fever remained stubbornly high resulting in a cranky three year old.

While Josie's eyes were fixed on the tv, Lando snuck a picture of your daughter snuggled to your husband's bare chest, just like when she was a newborn, sending you the picture with a quick update. you giggle reading the contact lando had set himself years ago.

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most smexy husband EVAHHH: her fever won’t break, but we’ve got cars on and popsicle running through her veins!! see u soon xx

you aww’d at the photo tilting the screen to show rebecca who was sat next to you in the booth.

“Stop it, Carlos sent me the same thing an hour ago! Look what I did!” she gasped, you giggled at the girl while she pulled out her phone, turning it on to show you her wallpaper. an almost identical photo of Carlos and Mateo shined from the device.

you pouted at the sweet picture, finding it funny how your race car driver husbands, who this time in their twenties would be in a club partying together, are now at home nursing their sick toddlers.

Hearting the picture and sending a quick reply to your husband. after quickly copying Rebecca and setting the picture as your lock screen, you continue your conversation with the girls around the table.

you: aww, my loves! Almost done here and i'll be on my way,

Lando had smiled at your reply, Josie still tucked in his chest. Her blinks became slower as lightning mcqueen crossed the finish line. Lando rubbing the girls back while he breathing evened out.

Lando turned off the TV, pulling the sheets over Josie letting sleep take over, small breaths fanning across his chest as Lando held his daughter while she slept, smiling softly at her peaceful state.

You quietly entered the house, you were met with dim lights that Lando purposefully left on for you. Your home was silent apart from the light hum from the air conditioning unit, you slipped your heels off. Carrying them upstairs before lightly pushing the door to the master bedroom open.

Your heart melted at the sight of your favourite people sound asleep in your bed. Lando had one hand protectively around your daughters back while she slept peacefully next to him. You quietly readied yourself for bed, puttering around your room careful not to disturb the two sleeping.

You changed into sleep shorts and one of Landos shirts, slipping into bed next to your family. Once you were under the covers, lando stirred slightly at the dip in the bed.

“Heyy..” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep. He reaches out to place a soft kiss on your forehead as you move Josie to rest in between you two. The girl tosses at the adjustment but lets out a big sigh as she gets comfortable again, her sleep undisturbed.

You and Lando giggle at her dramatics “that's all you” you joke before turning to place a quick peck to his jaw.

Lando smiles, reaching an arm around your waist as you let sleep pull you under. Lando thinks he wouldn't want to spend his nights any other way than right here, surrounded by his wife and daughter in the home they’ve filled with love, surrounded by the quiet nightlife of Monaco.

It doesn't matter what chaos tomorrow will bring, lando will always enjoy the quiet moments like these the most.

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ok anyways sorry that this is BAD but thank u oh so much for reading <3 see u soon!

[barnesdreamcatcher]

They all wanna take her out, but no one ever wants to take her home

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader wc: 4.8k (i cannot shut up apparently) cw: SMUT (mdni, 18+) with plot so be patient, no outbreak au, reader is Sarah’s best friend, age gap relationship (reader is her early twenties, Joel in his mid 40s), thigh riding, unprotected p in v, pull out method (not a good idea irl!), intoxication (smut happens later tho), toxic family, implied/referenced abuse (from family members), strong language now playing: Fuck Me Eyes -  Ethel Cain

The music was muffled the second you stepped out of the bar, cold air whipping your face mercilessly. The straps on your heels dug into the delicate flesh of your feet as you staggered across the sidewalk, phone and cigarettes clutched in your hands.  You made it all of the way – surprisingly – and then sank onto the curb less than gracefully. Loose pebbles pressed into your skin as you cowered down on the edge of the street. You still tasted the kisses of men on your lips – men who didn’t wanna know you, only touch and own and then discard of you. 

You lit the cigarette first before unlocking your phone. The screen spun uncomfortably, or maybe it was your vision – who knew. Certainly not you. So you blinked a few times, hoping to clear your eyesight and started tapping on the screen, mostly guided by muscle memory. 

The uber app was loading. And it continued to load. And then it stopped. And then the screen went black. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, shaking your phone and pressing the power button multiple times in a row but it was no use. The battery was empty. And now you had no way home.

You raked your fingers through your hair, inclined to start ripping it out in frustration. “Fuck,” you mumbled again. Word of the evening, apparently. 

You were stranded. The walk home would take you about an hour and a half – manageable for the average person, yes. But you, no. There was currently more tequila in your bloodstream than in a bottle on the shelf, and your lungs were already threatening to collapse, curtesy of your hardest-to-shake habit: smoking. 

Speaking off, you took a drag of the still lit cigarette and inhaled deeply, keeping the smoke there until your lungs felt warm and full, then breathed it out. 

Desperate times made for desperate measures, and you eyed the street a little closer. There was a bus stop with a bench. The last bus had been scheduled over two hours ago and the next one was not until well into the morning.

You had two options:  1) go back into the bar and give yourself alcohol poisoning (upside: warm meal and bed at the hospital, downside: medical bill so high you’d rather die from liver failure)  or 2) sleep at the bus stop (upside: a couple hours of sleep, downside: potential for being kidnapped and sold to human traffickers)

Both were less than tempting, but one didn’t send your family into even more debt, so you stubbed out your cigarette and took off your shoes before getting to your feet.

It was late October, so it was considerably cold as you curled up on the bench. You wore a coat over your thin tank top and skirt but it was cheap polyester that made you sweat and didn’t keep the cold out at the same time.

You were in for a long night. Or so you thought.

Fifteen minutes later, you heard a car first speed up the road and then come to a screeching halt. The driver’s door slammed and it sounded like a memory. 

You and Sarah squealing in the backseat on the way to the lake. A trip to the amusement park together. Early school rides and afternoon pickups. Hours shared together in that truck, singing songs and telling stories, spilling drinks and fries until he told you two off.

You knew the car and you knew the driver before you opened your eyes. But you kept them closed because there was no way that Joel Miller just so happened to have received divine intuition about your precarious situation and whereabouts tonight. Not when you hadn’t seen him in a little over three months. 

The last time you had laid eyes on him had been at Sarah’s birthday party. Then she had gone back to college and you had stayed here, in this town you would probably die in, and avoided Joel at every cost.

Fast steps echoed across the side walk and you smelled him.  Masculinity, earthiness and warmth seeped into your nose as he crouched down before you. 

“Baby, can you hear me?” He patted your arm gently. “Open your eyes f’me, babygirl. Come on now.”

You groaned softly and pried your lashes apart, blinking heavily up at him.  “There you go, baby, good job,” he cooed. “Can you hear me? Are you hurtin’?” The care in his voice cracked your heart in two. You had missed him terribly, just as much as you missed Sarah. 

“Joel,” you rasped, “What are you doin’ here?” He scoffed almost instantly.  “What am I doin’ here? What are you doin’ here, that’s the better fucking question. Drunk off your ass, in the cold, asleep on a goddamn bench!?”

He pulled you upright and immediately draped his flannel around you.  “Hmm, baby? Tell me. What were you thinkin’, goddammit?”  Anger and concern were battling each other, fighting to dominate the tone of his voice but the latter won. 

You stared down at your nails, red and chipped at edges, as you refused to answer. 

Joel sighed and slung his arm around your waist.  “Let’s get you home, babygirl,” he murmured and holstered you up, his other arm sliding under your knees to carry you to his truck as if you weighed nothing. 

He opened the passenger’s door and set you down, then fumbled with the seatbelt.  “You good, kiddo?” He asked and grabbed your chin to tilt your face upwards to him.  “I can’t go home, Joel,” you answered, “You know I can’t.” 

Joel’s heart shattered as he heard the fear in your voice.  “I didn’t mean your parents’ place,” he replied softly and brushed the hair out of your eyes, “I said I’d take ya home.” --- He also carried you from the car to his house. His knees complained but he held you as if you were nothing but a feather, one arm slung under your shoulders and the other bend under your kneecaps. 

The front door creaked open as he brushed against it with his shoulder, mindful to watch your head. 

“Didn’t lock the door?” You asked quietly, your cheek resting against his chest, “You’re always on my ass that I do it.” He chuckled grimly, then looked down at you. “Didn’t have the time. Got a call about one of my girls half passed out in the middle of the damn street.”

One of his girls. Sarah was his girl. You were just her best friend, known for bad decision making and desperate attempts to get him to fuck you since you turned 18 – all of which he had turned down. A lump built in your throat, straining against your vocal cords. You kept your head buried in his chest, inhaling deeply, both in order not to cry and to breathe in his scent.

“Are you mad at me?” You whispered, feeling utterly stupid.

He stayed quiet for a second too long and you heard your own heartbeat. “No,” he answered then. Another moment of silence passed before he continued. “I’m worried ‘bout you though, darlin’. But we’ll talk ‘bout it tomorrow. Right now, you just need to sleep off that tequila. Could smell it from a mile away.”

The stairs creaked as he walked up with you in his arms. His thumb caressed your thigh – not in a sexual way. It was so careful and loving that it made your heart ache. “You wanna sleep in Sarah’s room?” He mumbled and looked down at you. You shook your head. “Please don’t make me stay on my own tonight,” you pleaded. He sighed heavily and then nodded.  “Alright then.”

His scent filled your nostrils as he laid you down in the plaid sheets. He kept his eyes on your face as he took of your shoes and skirt, his touch not lingering a second longer than necessary. Then he pulled the blanket up to your chin, burying you beneath the cotton. A calloused but gentle hand brushed away a few strands from your forehead and he rested it next to your head on the pillow before he spoke “You sleep now, you hear me?” He muttered. You nodded quietly. 

Joel sat with you, not touching, only present, until you fell asleep. Once you were deep in your dreamland, he rubbed a hand over his face and exhaled through his nose.  He was quiet as he changed into his pajamas and then carefully slipped into bed next to you, keeping the distance wider than his heart could bare. Joel didn’t sleep a lot that night. He listened to your breath like it was a prayer and kept his eyes closed so that he wouldn’t have to confront the fact that you were lying there and what that did to him.

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The morning came like a punishment. Your stomach complained with unease and your eyes fought the sunlight filtering in between Joel’s curtains. 

He wasn’t there anymore, the bed just growing cold. A faint trace of his body heat still lingered on his side as if he had fled the sheets just minutes ago.  Your bones complained as you pushed the blanket away, bare legs and panties a reminder of how Joel’s eyes had been glued to yours as he had undressed you. Not even a short dip down. 

You found a pair of sweatpants that you had seen him in countless times. The cotton was soft and worn. With shaky hands you rolled the waistband a few times until they didn’t threaten to fall of your hips anymore and then you ventured out of the room.  Downstairs, in the kitchen, you found your bag and plucked your cigarettes and lighter.

The screen door to the porch squeaked as you stepped outside, fingers already playing with the switch of the lighter. You brought the flame to the cigarette while shielding it from the light breeze with your other hand and inhaled shortly until it lit properly. 

Just as you were about to take another drag, a large hand pricked the cigarette from you. “That shit’s gonna kill you,” Joel mumbled and threw it off the porch. You watched your 34 cents worth of nicotine sail down and land in the grass, dying down immediately, before you gave him a pout. 

“So could crossin’ the street,” you replied. 

“’s not the same, and you know it.”

He filled your empty hand with a mug of steaming coffee. It was Sarah’s mug, hand painted by her at the age of eight with what was supposed to be Ariel, but it rather resembled a red and green blob. Your matching one (with Belle, equally not resembling) had met your kitchen wall in one of your father’s fits of rage just days after you and Sarah had done that pottery course.

“I love that mug,” you muttered and brought it up to your lips. The brown liquid was hot and bitter but it warmed away the unease in your stomach bit by bit.

“I know,” Joel answered quietly. 

The silence stretched poignantly and you glanced to gage Joel’s state. “You mad at me now?” You asked after a few minutes.

“Sweetheart, like I said, I’m not mad but I’m really fuckin’ worried ‘bout you. You’re such a smart girl, with so much goddamn potential. And you’re wasting it. Every day. Every night, when you go to these damn bars, sleepin’ with them idiots who don’t give a shit ‘bout you, puttin’ yourself in danger, bein’ so goddamn reckless?You think this is gonna get you anywhere?”

There it was. That speech that he expected to change your life. To make you realize that you deserved to make something out of yourself. But it didn’t.

“Joel, what do you want me to do? You expect me to go to get outta this town, go to college, like Sarah? That what you want from me? Are you scared you’re not gonna be able to say no to me anymore if I stay here any longer?” Your words were unfair. He cared about you on a way deeper level and you knew it. You had no right to give him hell like this, not when he had saved you from hypothermia and potentially worse just last night. You put your mug down and crossed your arms. “I want you to give a damn about yourself, girl!” He rumbled. His voice had grown louder. “I don’t care if you go to college or not. You’re intelligent, you could have a great life as long as you’d start spendin’ more than three seconds on your decisions. And this has nothin’ to do with whatever this,” he gestured between you and him, “is.”

“It has everythin’ to do with that,” you argued angrily. His nostrils flared but you cut him off before he could start again. “You might see this all this potential in me, but I don’t. All I want is to be happy for a few fuckin’ hours. And you don’t wanna sleep with me – fine! But if you’re not gonna do it, I’ll find someone else. I always do.”

“Oh, I know you do,” he chuckled bitterly, “I heard ‘bout how many guys you been with the last few weeks, whorin’ around and thinkin’ it’s gonna make your daddy care and not just beat the shit outta you.”

He caught your wrist before your palm could land on his cheek.  “Wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he muttered, tightening his grasp on you. “’s not a good fuckin’ idea.”

He pressed you against the house wall, just inches between you. You were boiling with anger, but the proximity had your core aching. His eyes darted across your face and this time, they dipped down to linger on your lips. 

“Seems like you don’t care that much ‘bout how I whore around. You still wanna sleep with me,” you murmured, arching yourself against him.

He groaned and shook his head. “No.” But he didn’t let up, didn’t look away from your mouth, and you felt the traitorous stirring of his cock against your thigh. “You sure?” You teased and rubbed yourself against the indistinguishable hardness, making him groan again.

“Stop it,” he whispered, leaning in closer. You felt his breath fan across your face, smelling faintly like coffee and mint.

“You’re the one keepin’ me against the wall,” you reminded him, “You could always just let me go.”

His hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing just below your lip. “Christ,” he whispered, “Don’t think I can.”

Then he crashed his lips onto yours, knocking the back of your head against the wall but neither of you cared. His mouth moved against yours like he was trying to steal the breath from your lungs, tongue dashing in and exploring yours with stealth. He pushed himself closer, parting your thighs with his own, and grabbed your hips tight enough to leave you with bruises you could admire tomorrow.

You rocked forward and gasped into his mouth as your core throbbed against his jean covered thigh. “Please,” you babbled, not sure what you were even asking for. He eased your hips forth and back until your head spun. Heat pooled in your lower belly as your covered clit eased against his thigh again and again, and you desperately started chasing the friction. 

“Joel,” you pleaded, gasping his name like it could cure cancer.

Suddenly he pulled away, leaving you high and – well – not dry. “What the hell?” You hissed breathlessly. 

He cupped your face and tilted it upwards, forcing you to meet his eyes. “You’re not still drunk, right?” He asked, scrutinizing your pupils and taking in every inch of you. 

“No,” you answered, a mix of irritation and desperation tinting your voice. “I slept it all off.”

He nodded. “Ok, had to make sure,” he muttered.  It would’ve been a comical picture to anyone walking by – you balanced on his thigh, flushed and desperate while his cock strained hard against his pants. 

“Could’ve asked me that before instead of gettin’ me all needy,” you complained gruffly, trying to ease off of his thigh but he kept you in place.

“Do you really want this?” He asked, hands stabilizing you on his leg. He didn’t look away, not for a second.

You nodded, already rocking forward again but he stopped you.

“No, no, that’s not gonna cut it, darlin’. I need you to say it. Use your words.” Joel sounded wrecked, almost distraught. 

“I want you so bad. You. Only you. Every other guy I’ve hooked up with, I imagined you instead. When I can’t sleep at night, I play with myself and I close my eyes so that I can pretend they’re your hands. I-“ He clasped his hand over your mouth before you could finish the sentence. 

“Jesus Christ, baby, you got a mouth on you… gonna make me cream my fucking pants like a goddamn teenager if you keep goin’,” he mumbled. You grinned, almost determined to get him that far. But the ache between your thighs was not dulling down and this might be your one chance with him so were you not about to waste it with making him come in his pants instead of you. Even if the idea of it was promising.

You licked a slow stripe against his hand that still covered your lips and he smirked. 

“You’re twisted, baby,” he muttered and removed his hand. It immediately came into use again as he picked you up like you were nothing but a doll and carried you back inside. 

“Not gonna fuck you on the porch for everyone to see,” he purred and closed the front door with a  slam before walking to the couch.

“Don’t you wanna go to your room?” You asked carefully. Not doing it in the bedroom felt like he was purposefully putting distance between the two of you. 

“No,” he replied quietly, “Don’t think I’d ever be able to sleep in that bed again if we did.”

It stung but you’d take what he was willing to give. And he was willing to give. He towered over you, covering your body with his and pressing your hips into the couch as he trailed breathless kisses down your neck to the hem of your top. His lips were hot wand wet against your skin, and lingered occasionally, just long enough to leave a faint bruise in their wake. 

Joel’s hand ghosted over the waistband of your/his sweatpants. “These are mine,” he muttered, “Care if I take ‘em back?” You shook your head and lifted your hips eagerly to help him ease them off. He dropped them carelessly to the side and now you were in the same position as last night but this time he looked. God, he looked. He drank you in like you were oxygen and he had spent the last 5 minutes underwater. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something – maybe even something sweet but he stopped himself. Instead he used his open mouth to kiss the skin on your inner thigh, trailing close to the line of your panties. 

The gusset already had a darkened patch from his earlier teasing and the ruined orgasm. Your clit hadn’t stopped throbbing since then but now it almost ached as his breath met your clothed core. 

The second you moved your hips to get the friction you wanted, needed, he pinned you down with his hands.  “Don’t you move,” he warned lowly, “Lemme do this f’you.”

He kept you stuck in place as he pressed kisses to the place where your pelvis and thigh met, parallel to the hem of your panties that slowly grew damper with your arousal. 

“Please,” you whispered, straining against his tight grip, “Don’t tease.”

Joel chuckled and the vibration gave you goosebumps as his mouth stayed on your sensitive skin.

“So needy,” he mumbled and hooked his fingers into your panties’ waistband, then slowly, agonizingly slowly bared your pussy to the warm air. His breath quickened and he stared. Not an ounce of shame on his face as he drank in the sight before him, your folds glistening in the low lighting of the living room, puffy and pink with need. 

“You want it bad, hm?” He teased you and blew a soft stream of air directly onto your cunt which made you whine. He chuckled again as you nodded and finally leaned in. The scruff on his cheeks scraped against the sensitive skin on your thighs and made you shiver. You were seconds away from complaining again, or maybe even begging, when his mouth made contact with your clit. 

The shock of the connection made you cry out in pleasure and your hips would have probably lifted off the bed if Joel hadn’t held you down, forcing you to take his administrations. Your hands flew to his head, fingers slipping between his greying locks for purchase as he lapped at your core like a man starved. 

“Fuck,” was all you managed to say as his tongue traced across your button and when he sucked it in between his teeth, you pulled on his hair. You were milliseconds away from stammering an apology when you felt him laugh against your cunt, clearly enjoying the sensation. 

“Pull all you want, darlin’,” he mumbled, lips barely lifting off of your pussy, “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

His tongue went lower, tracing your slit and briefly dipping into your hole before returning to your clit, instead replaced by two of his thick fingers which split you open and briefly had you believing in the supernatural – because there was no way that this was really happening. 

He picked up the pace of his fingers while simultaneously stimulating your bundle of nerves with his tongue, flattening it against it and dragging upwards. His fingers spread apart in you which had you gasping and moaning so loud that you could probably never show your face in this neighborhood again. 

“Joel,” you mewled between sobs of pleasure, his name the only thing on your mind as you felt warmth collect at the base of your tummy, heat spreading into all your limbs. He was working overtime on your cunt and had you crying out with every thrust of his fingers. 

He groaned into you as your legs started shaking, the warmth in your lower abdomen tightening and forming a coil that was about to snap.  “Please,” you whimpered, “’m so close, Joel.”  You felt his smile as he sucked hard on your clit and sent you right over the edge, the coil unravelling with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs. 

He didn’t relent, keeping his lips and tongue connected to your dripping core until you were writhing and trembling beneath him. “Jesus fucking Christ,” you whispered, breathless, when the aftershocks subsided. 

Joel grinned like the devil, your arousal glistening on his lips and beard. His hands kneaded your hips, slowly releasing the tension from your muscles as he allowed you to come down to Earth.

“Satisfied?” He asked smugly.  “No,” you muttered, equally self-satisfied. His smile dropped and you used his confusion to pull him closer.  “I want you to fuck me,” you whispered against the shell of his ear. The tent in his pants was still unmissable.

“God, you’re fucking insatiable,” he replied, dipping his head down further until the tip of his nose brushed up against yours. “You really want this?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I do. I want you, Joel, I’m not fuckin’ kiddin’.”

You barely had finished the sentence when he started discarding his clothes. Quickly, you followed suit, taking off the only thing that still covered you: your tank top.

As your breasts spilled out, Joel grew more frantic, his hands seemingly aching to reach out.  Once he had undressed himself down to his boxer briefs, he drank in the sight of you, now fully bare. He reached out, his hand wandering from your clavicle over the swell of your breasts, then slowly palmed your nipple. A rush of heat went through you as his mouth enclosed your other nipple, tongue dragging over the nub repeatedly while his other hand continued its massage.

With an obscenely wet pop Joel pulled off your nipple after a few moments, looking down at you, still spread out for him.  “You gonna be good?” He asked, voice deep with need. 

You nodded but he shook his head. “Words, baby,” he mumbled, “Use your words.”

“I’ll be good,” you replied, your voice coming out a lot softer than you had expected. “I swear.”

His boxers met the rest of your clothing on the floor and you swallowed hard at the sight of him. His cock was flushed a dark pink, the tip leaking precum and glistening in the low lighting. He was reasonably big but exceeded in girth, thicker than you had expected.

“Still good, baby?” He asked and you nodded in a daze, then quickly added a clearer sounding ‘yes’ before he could complain again.

“Alright,” he rumbled and slotted himself between your legs. His tip brushed up against your quivering hole, not pushing yet, just teasing.  His eyes stayed on your face, taking in every muscle movement in your facial muscles as he slicked himself with your juices. The stimulation had you moving your hips against him already.

“Now’s the time to back out,” he rasped, the restraint on his face visible.  You shook your head and this time he didn’t need vocal confirmation, just the soft gasps already spilling from your lips enough as your hand found the low dip of his back, beckoning him in.

He sank in inch by inch, letting you adjust to him in between. The muscles in his thighs and hips were taut from holding back as he gave you more time then necessary.  “Joel,” you whined as he stayed unmoving but buried to the hilt, “Can you… please…”

He groaned with relief and nodded, pulling out just a few inches to slam back in seconds later. A deep moan slipped from his mouth as he truly let himself feel your warmth and tightness. “God-fucking-dammit,” he muttered, one hand on your thigh to push it towards your chest.  As he kept you in position, you felt him deeper now, the new angle allowing him to thrust further into you. 

His cock hit spots that not even his fingers had reached earlier, the fullness something you had never experienced on this level before. He pulled out almost completely before letting himself glide back in, the slickness coating your velvety walls making it easy. 

Every thrust had your eyes rolling back, nails desperately dragging across his back or pinching the flesh of his hip. Needy sounds, building up from little gasps to outright pornographic moans, filled the room, bouncing off the wall along with the traitorous sound of skin slapping against skin. Joel’s hand slipped between the two of you, just above where he was sinking into you again and again. He drew tight circles across your clit while his eyes were glued to the spot where he disappeared into you relentlessly. 

“Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he drawled, “Takin’ me so well.”

Maybe it was the praise, maybe it was the deepness of his voice while he was balls deep in you, or maybe it was his fingers constantly dancing across your bundle of nerves but it resonated in your chest like a kind of drug you would never want to go without again. 

And as Joel Miller made you come for the second time today, you saw a glimpse of your future: your heart absolutely shattered because you had fallen for your best friend’s father who might want you but would never allow himself to have you.

He had more sense than you, at least remembering to pull out instead of painting your walls white, a dark groan accompanying his release. He came on your stomach and thighs, and some dark twisted part of your brain regretted letting his cum go to waste. 

Joel held himself up on his elbows, panting quietly next to you for a few seconds before he straightened up.  Without a second glance he got up, keeping his eyes on the ground as he walked away.

You never felt dirtier than in that moment, watching him disappear into the kitchen. You were convinced that he wasn’t about to come back but he surprised you.

With a towel clutched in his hand but his eyes still glued anywhere but on you, he returned and slowly sank to his knees on the couch as he cleaned you up, keeping his touch light and mindful.

It was quiet for a long time – not necessarily uncomfortable but charged, heavy. Then he spoke up. “God, we really shouldn’t have done this.”

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[science-hoes]

For wine night, all the guys and breeding kink??

Charlie Reid, Pope Cody, Jack Abbot, and Michael Robinavitch?? EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM HAS A DAMN BREEDING KINK!

Charlie might have the darkest breeding kink. Getting you pregnant would be the easiest way to keep you tethered to his life. He knows you love him and that’s why he gave you the biggest diamond ring to lock you down. But just in case, he keeps track of your cycles. He knows when you’re ovulating. You fuck like bunnies anyway, so there’s no need to convince you to get busy on that first night of ovulation. But his voice is very low in your ear, a primal growl. “Gonna look so fuckin’ pretty with my baby inside you. Gonna be such a good momma.” That alone gets you to come, and when he’s done spilling inside you, he shoves two thick fingers in your pussy, refusing to take them out all night as you fell asleep in his embrace. “Gotta keep it all in to make sure it works.” Your sweet baby girl was born before the wedding, and he took such good care of her, stopping at nothing to make her smile, just to see the dimples she got from him.

Pope wants a baby with you the moment he laid eyes on you at a party thrown at Smurf’s house by his brothers. You’re so sweet, so pretty, and you’re only there with a friend who has a crush on Craig. But he waits until you’ve been together for a couple of months before urging you to skip your birth control. “You’re so good with Lena. I think you’re meant to be a mom.” He wants to be a dad, he wants it so bad, and who are you to deny your sweet Andy anything he wants? You toss your pills that night, letting him fill you up, going for a second round without stopping. “We’ll try again in the morning just in case.” Your first baby, a boy, had the most beautiful hazel eyes and curly hair, and he loves his daddy more than anything in the world. Your baby girl was born less than a year later, and Lena was overjoyed to have a girl cousin this time.

Jack doesn’t really want kids. He didn’t have any with his first wife, and he kinda figured that his time had passed on that. But when he saw you cradling the baby of a patient, taking care of her while the mom received treatment, that ignited something primal in him. When you went home with him that next morning, he pulled you close to him in the bed, traced your stomach with his fingers, and began to kiss your neck. “I wanna have a baby with you.” The statement came as a surprise to you. He had never mentioned anything about kids thus far in your relationship. “Wanna teach ‘em how to play baseball or hockey. Want ‘em to have your pretty smile.” It didn’t take much convincing to get you in his lap, riding him until he released inside you. You’ll give that old man his baby no matter what. A set of twin boys later, he had his hockey players with auburn hair and his crooked smile. Your baby girl who was born three years later, well, she was the spitting image of you.

Robby has always wanted a family. He was made to be a dad. He assumed that ship had sailed until he met you. His true love, the light of his life, his spitfire resident. One day, when you were sleep deprived at the end of a shift, you told him that you hoped your kids had his brown eyes. “Our kids? You wanna have kids with me?” Oh, that was all he needed to hear. That night, he pounded you into the mattress, whispering all of the dreams he had for your family. “Three? Maybe four. We’ll need to space ‘em out a bit. Not too much though, I wanna be able to play with them while I still can.” And you gave him four children, every last one of them with big brown eyes and dark hair. Three girls, one boy, but only your son gets his father’s height and nose. Your girls get his wide smile though.

[angelltheninth]

Do you think the Arcane lesbians tie their hair back when eating out?

Ya'll really trying to make me go feral with these eh?

Pairing: Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Sevika, Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, hair-pulling, teasing, biting, being pinned down, praise, clit slapping

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A/N: As far as I know Ambessa is a bisexual queen so I'm putting her in here.

Vi ran her hand through her buzzcut and sighed. "I mean, I can tie my hair back but I don't really see the point. It's just on the one side of my face, and my back." She shrugged as she leaned further down between your legs. "It doesn't bother me. What about you?"

"Not really. I thought you might wanna do it so I can see your eyes more clearly. Your hair has been getting a bit longer lately. Might need a haircut some time soon." You hooked your legs around Vi's shoulders and sighed heavily as her tongue prodded against your entrance.

As she licked into you your hands ran through her hair, seeing her point as your hands were enough to hold her hair back. She didn't need a hair tie. She looked perfect just like this, between your legs, about to eat you out like you were her last meal.

"If you wanna keep looking at me better keep those hands in place, sweet stuff." Her teasing words made you moan and tighten your grip. You didn't want her to stop, so you would do as you were told.

With your hands and your legs keeping her in pace Vi moved her tongue through your wet folds, savoring your sweet taste and the ever present tug you gave against her scalp every time her tongue played with your clit. The real reason why she enjoyed it is because she didn't mind the pain, when it mixed with pleasure.

If Caitlyn ties her hair back when you two have sex then you know she feels like giving rather than receiving that night. As soon as you saw her do it you knew you were for a really long night. "What are you smiling like that for darling?" Caitlyn asked as she leaned in for a kiss.

With a smirk and not breaking the kiss you pulled her on top of you and cupper her cheeks. "You know why. You tied your hair back. Just seeing you do that gets me wet." Caitlyn's eyebrows furrowed and she tilted her head. Her hands cupped over yours before she pushed them to your sides and kissed down your body. It seemed to make her conflicted that you knew what she was gonna do.

"Am I that predictable? Should I do something to spice things up?" There was something dangerous in her eyes as she asked. "Since you can see what I do, perhaps a nice blindfold, to keep you guessing."

"I-I wouldn't be opposed to that." You spread your legs open further and moved your panties to the side. "What else do you wanna do to me?"

Caitlyn looked up at you right as her tongue pressed against your clit and stayed there. She pulled away after a few seconds. "I'm sure I can think of a few things. After I make you come." You couldn't think of anything either as Caitlyn started mercilessly licking at your clit.

Maddie always wore her hair tied back except for when she was sleeping or taking a shower. It was no different when she was between your legs. Other might argue she's silly when she ties her hair back like that but they don't know how much easier it makes it to please her favorite girl.

"Do you not like it? You always said my ponytail was pretty cute. What changed?" The look on her face was an almost rejected pout.

"Nothing." You laughed at the idea that she thought you were rejecting her sense of style. "I love how you look with your hair tied up. Makes you look so damn cute. When you're under me like this."

In retaliation of you calling her cute Maddie bit your inner thigh, pretty hard too, which made you exhale sharply and brace yourself against the headboard of the bed. "Don't go calling me cute while I'm making you come all over my face." The fact that you were above her, pussy dripping on her wasn't enough to make her blush, but your praise sure did.

"Aww, but you are cute. My cute, sweet girl. Being so good for me right now yeah?" As if it could help her Maddie pressed her face between your legs again, her tongue licking at double speed. "See, you're going so good. Of course you are, using your tongue just the way I want you to."

"Sweetheart, fuck, hold on, stop for a moment." Sevika moved away from you, her chin dripping with your pussy juices. You groaned, tried to pull her back but she pushed you back. "I said hold on. I'm just getting something real quick. I'll be right back."

You licked your lips as you watched her make her way to one of the drawers. To your disappointment it wasn't the one where she kept her strap, but she did pull out a hair tie. The disappointment may have been on your face for a split second but Sevika saw it and it made her grin even wider.

"Don't look so let down. I'm about to eat your sweet cunt until you pass out. Now lay back and wait until I get this thing on." It was a bit of a challenge to do with one hand. You saw her struggle with it before.

You sighed and gave her a bit of encouragement. "I can do that for you. I'm really good with my fingers." You waived at her with one hand while cupping your pussy with the other. "So I've been told anyway."

Sevika's eyes widened when she saw your slick dripping onto the sheets. "Hey, hands off what's mine. You're being a real brat right now." She fumbled with the hair tie a few more times before she managed to get it on. Her hand grabbed your wrist. "Mine." She growled possessively as she pushed her tongue into your pussyhole.

Ambessa never ties her hair back unless she's on the battlefield. She has no reason to tie her hair when she's in bed with you, pinning you down by the hips and absolutely feasting, licking and sucking on your clit and keeping your pussy lips parted so she can see your hole clench around nothing.

"More, please, please, I want you inside." You begged, your voice strained as you tried to push her face further down.

"Hm, brave tonight. Aren't you, pet? Thinking you can order me around, grabbing my hair like that. Was I away for too long that you forgot yourself?" She pulled away, her rough palm delivering a hard slap on your clit. Then another, and another until you were a crying, drooling mess. "Behave yourself."

Unfortunately, or fortunately, you couldn't do that. Your nails dug into her hair further and you saw her roll her eyes. "I'm sorry. I missed you so much, I promise I'll behave next time. Just... please..."

"Fine, fine." Ambessa reached over to the nightstand and pulled her hair back into a bun. It wasn't nearly as neat as she usually wore it but she was in a hurry. "I'll spend all night reminding your body of who it belongs to." The look she gave you then was similar to how you saw her look at her targets across the battlefield, dark, cocky, a little amused, and very determined.

[ggukgoldensoul]

GLASSES

pairing; idol!jk x reader

summary; jungkook comes home from a rehearsal to find reader wearing glasses for the first time.

warnings; dom!jk, oral fem, fingering, clit play, fluff aftercare, again jungkook is so down bad for reader.

a/n; a little bit short but i should be sleeping and instead im writing this because i needed to write it, so enjoy this.

word count; 663

the tv was long forgotten now that jungkook was home. she knew he was exhausted, she had prepared him dinner, his favorite dish and also a nice bath, a massage and some cuddles that she knew would help him sleep after a long day of recording and practicing. that is what she had planned… but jungkook had other plans for the night. and all because she was wearing glasses.

her legs were on his shoulders, underwear forgotten, jungkook’s tshirt also forgotten and his head was buried on her. 

his hands were gripping her tights, nails digging on them while his tongue worked on her, feasting like a starved man. her moans filled the room as jungkook sucked on her clit, “jungk- ah- kook, fuck” she gripped his long hair and her back arched, feeling the pleasure on her spine like an electric shock. 

his hands searched hers and squeezed them, as if saying that he is there and he isn't going anywhere. his tongue never stopped, he went to her clit, biting it softly and sucking it making her scream, legs trembling and head dizzy. 

his tongue went to her hole again and pinched her clit, moving his fingers to create the friction he knew would send her into a storm of pure pleasure. “kook- kook- im cumming- fuck im cum-” and with a last lap of his tongue on her core, she came undone underneath him. her mouth opened into a silent scream and her hands squeezed tightly his. 

jungkook kissed her clit one last time and travelled up and up, kissing and biting every bit of skin he found until he reached her mouth and kissed her. tasting herself on his lips, she felt his fingers play with her folds and entrance. “kook, please-” his tattooed hand cupped her jaw, his thumb stroking his lips. “you can do it babe, one more, ok? just one more” he whispered. not giving her time to answer, he shoved two fingers into her.

her hand gripped his shoulder, digging her nails and moaning to his mouth. “that’s it babe, my pretty girl, so good for me.” his pace was slow but hard, hitting her g spot. “you like it? i know you do. all of this is because of you, your pretty face with these glasses that make you look so fucking sexy, i love you so much.” 

his words hit her hard, she had never felt so loved before, nobody had cared for her the way jungkook did, and she was so thankful to have him. 

she felt her climax again, she was feeling so good she didn't want it to end. jungkook knew she was near, he could feel it in the way her walls clenched, how she was squirming and moaning. his thumb stroked her clit while his fingers sank into her, fast, deep and hard.

“kook- kook- bae, i wanna cum please, please, please.”

“whatever my princess wants.” his lips kissed her neck and with a last thrust of his fingers she came undone again. her breathing was rapid and labored, closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against his and jungkook whispered sweet things to her. a few minutes passed until she felt awoken again. her eyes opened and jungkook smiled softly at her, rising her glasses a bit. “you okay there?” she nodded and hid on his neck. “my pretty girl”a kiss to her forehead, “i love you so so much, i think im going to die.”

“hmm, dont you dare die now kook, we have too many things to live.”

“yeah thats right, but now” he took her in his arms “its time for a bath and then to bed.”

“youre the perfect boyfriend.”

“i know babe.”

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🏷️; @redcherrykook

[buckyalpine]

Give me drunk Bucky who wakes up in your bed, confused over why he's in the softest pj's he's ever felt and for some reason wearing a giant fur coat he can only assume is from a pimp because who else would own such a thing.

What the hell happened

Mere hours earlier; 3:30 am, Guys night

"Noooooo" Bucky howled, letting his body go deadweight while Thor continued to carry him to his room, the only one strong enough to get the soldier off the floor after he'd polished the bottle of Asdargian mead clean. "Wanna see y/n"

"Yeah, can't imagine what y/n would say if she saw you being carried off like a princess" A very tipsy Sam and Steve followed behind while Bucky's bottom lip jutted out into an exaggerated pout, head thrown back with is eyes closed in defiance "She's still off on that mission, she'll be back soon, you can see her then-

Before Steve could finish, Bucky's eyes shot open, scrambling out of Thor's arms and stumbling towards your room. There was no time to stop him from entering, a drunk giggle slipping past his lips as he let himself in and sighed contently. By the time the three men reached, Bucky's shirt had already been discarded beside his socks.

"Oh no- Steve snorted at the sound of Bucky's belt bucky hitting the floor, his lip sticking out in concentration as he tried to work at the button of his jeans.

"Barnes, I swear if you take your pants off-Damn it" Sam huffed, a pair of black jeans landing on his head. "At least keep your boxers-Oh hell nah" He ducked before Bucky's intimates became aquainted with his face. "Don't you dare helicopter that third leg-he's doing it"

No one intervened as Bucky decided to make himself more comfortable, clearly missing you as he sighed, walking over to your closet. He was in there suspiciously long before emerging with-

"Buck, those are-

"Soft" Bucky hummed, coming out of your closet with a set of pj's you wore often, oversized so they'd be extra comfy. Bucky giggled at the smell of your soft scent, slipping the shirt over his head and putting the pants on, flopping on your bed like a cat. "Smells like y/n"

"Do we just leave him here"

"At least he's wearing pants" Steve sighed, frowning when he heard running footsteps approaching along with a chaotic cackling, who else would be still this active at this hour-

"There you guys are!! We're doing body shots off of- wait you're here. C'mon capsicle, take your shirt off-

"For fucks' sake Tony"

"Where the hell did you get that jacket" Sam's face scrunched when he notice Tony's shirt was missing however he was in a large coat which he'd thrown off, the pile of for landing on a half sleepy Bucky. Bucky's eye peeked open at all the fuss, wrapping himself up in the coat and blissfully falling asleep with his face in your pillow, the rest of the chaos mere white noise.

"SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS-"

"TONY NO"

"TONY YES"

Present

"What do we have here" you coo, giggling at a very disoriented Bucky who blinks up at you with puppy eyes, a pink blush spreading on his face. You'd just returned from your mission with Nat, the entire compound still reeking of alcohol, the hallway littered with various still drunk Avenger men. The only thing that cut through the smell was the fresh breakfast a happy Thor had already started, the only one standing as if nothing had happened.

You'd stepped over a sleeping Sam and Steve in the hallway to get to your room, cocking a brow at the large mound of fur and soft snoring sleeping in your bed.

"Good morning, sweet boy" You brushed back Bucky's hair, bending down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, letting him take his time to figure out his surroundings, "have a fun night"

"Missed you" he mumbled, pulling you to lay on the bed so he could cuddle up with you, his head now resting on your chest instead. "Missed you so much"

"I missed you too, bub" You continued to gently play with his hair, happy your boyfriend got to have a night of fun and thankful that you always kept painkillers in your bedside drawer. Poor baby was going to need it. You noticed the pile of clothes that were thrown on the floor, they were definitely Bucky's but Bucky was in clothes so what was he wearing-

"Buck?"

"hm?" "Are those my pjs?"

[societyfolklore]

Just Competitive  

Title: Just Competitive  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary:  Sam’s new gf keeps waking you up

Word Count: 2.5k  

Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Established relationship Light possessiveness / dominance, Noise kink elements, Bucky gets competitive, fingering, unprotected sex

A/N:  Ok so the other night I woke up at 2:30am and this is what happens when you ask the group chat what to do. @azriona This was your idea! (also sorry for everyone else who got edged in the chat)

Bucky rolled over, eyes still heavy with sleep, only to find you already wide awake- eyes on the ceiling, brows pinched in irritation.

“What’s wrong- ”

He didn’t even finish the sentence before he heard it.

Moaning. Loud, exaggerated, and frankly theatrical moaning. The kind that bounced off the thin apartment walls with no shame.

From the other side of the wall, Sam’s room.

Sam’s new girlfriend.

Bucky blinked at the ceiling, then turned toward the wall with a mix of annoyance and reluctant admiration. “Jesus,” he muttered. “She’s still going?”

You groaned, rubbing your face. “Twenty-five minutes. She’s been going off like a broken wind-up toy for twenty-five minutes, Bucky.” It was all too much right now.  “It's 3 a.m.,” you whined, dragging a pillow over your face. “Why does everyone have to be loud now?”

Bucky chuckled, soft and gravelly, then pulled you into his chest, spooning you close. One arm wrapped around your waist, petting gently over your stomach.

“We knew it was gonna be an adjustment moving in with Sam,” he said, trying to soothe you.

You nuzzled in, only to freeze when the sound of the headboard started thumping against the wall.

Again.

“Oh come on,” you hissed. “What’s she trying to prove? She always gets like this when she knows I’m home.” A beat. “Tell me I don’t sound like that.”

Bucky didn’t answer. He just started kissing the side of your neck, slow and deliberate, his hand sneaking a little lower under the sheets.

“No, doll,” he murmured against your skin. “You sound so much better.” Another kiss, hotter now. “Prettier. Real.” His hand gripped your thigh and pulled it over his hip.

You squirmed, suddenly more awake, heat creeping up your cheeks.

He smirked. “Wanna put on a show of our own?”

You were about to swat him away, really, you were, but Bucky’s fingers were already sliding lower, finding that soft, puffy spot between your thighs, circling your clit with lazy precision. It wasn’t fair how practiced he was at this. How well he knew your body.

Your breath hitched, hips twitching back into him before you could stop yourself.

He snorted softly into your hair. “That’s it, sweetheart. Knew you’d warm up to the idea.”

You tried to sound annoyed. “I’m not trying to compete with her- ”

But your words dissolved into a soft gasp as one thick finger slipped inside you. The stretch made your back arch into him, thighs instinctively squeezing together around his hand.

“Oh, come on, beautiful,” Bucky drawled with a grin you could hear in his voice, “we can get you to do better than that.”

Your hand grabbed the edge of the blanket, already flushed with heat, trying not to give him the satisfaction. But then his thumb started stroking again, gentle, taunting circles on your clit, and your body betrayed you with a whimper.

“That’s better,” he cooed, finger curling just right. “Thought you said you don’t sound like her.” Another stroke. “But this? Baby, this is music.”

“Bucky- ” you tried to whisper a warning, but it broke apart halfway through, breath catching in your throat as he added a second finger, his arm tightening around your waist to hold you still while he played your body like a favorite song.

“Y’know,” he murmured into your neck, lips brushing your skin, “if she wants to perform, she should hear what a real show sounds like.”

His fingers plunged deeper, curling just so. You moaned, louder this time and Bucky groaned behind you, rutting his cock against your ass through his boxers, hard and throbbing.

“Fuck, that’s it. There’s my girl.”

He bit softly at your shoulder, then licked the spot to soothe it. “Think I could make you cry for me before she hits round four?”

You turned your head slightly, breathless and hot all over. “You’re awful.”

He grinned, kissing your cheek. “M’just competitive.”

“I think someone’s holding back…” Bucky murmured, voice all sweet mockery, hips grinding slow and deliberate into your ass while his fingers pumped inside you, unhurried but ruthless.

You whimpered, clutching the sheet with one hand and his metal wrist with the other, thighs trembling as he twisted just right, making your muscles clamp tight around his fingers.

“Ohh,” he laughed softly, low and warm in your neck. “There it is. That little clench- mm, yeah, you’re gettin’ close, huh?”

His thumb rolled over your clit in a tighter circle and your whole body jerked, a desperate moan catching in your throat.

You squeezed his wrist hard, but it wasn’t enough.

“Bucky- Buck, wait- no- ”

He knew what that meant. Knew you didn’t really want him to stop. That you were right on the edge. Which is exactly why he did.

He pulled his fingers out slow, wet and glistening, and you made a pitiful noise of protest that only made him smile wider.

“Aw, c’mon, sweetheart,” he said, already rolling you onto your back like you weighed nothing. “Don’t look at me like that.” He slotted himself between your thighs, pushing his boxers off. “You know I’m just tryin’ to help you live up to your potential.”

You glared up at him, flushed and needy, hips trying to chase his even before he lined himself up. But he didn’t push in right away. No, Bucky had to tease.

He ran his cock through your slick folds, tip dragging lazily up and down, tapping against your clit until your whole body twitched.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, voice suddenly tight. “You’re already soaked. It didn’t take much- never does with you.”

He held your hips still, teasing the head of his cock along your slick folds again before finally giving in, slow, steady, thick. The tip nudged at your entrance before gliding up and down to smear your wetness, until your hips arched up in silent plea.

Then, finally, he pressed in just the tip, thick, hot, stretching you just enough to make your breath leave your chest in a broken gasp.

You arched, clutching his bicep. “auhh- ”

Bucky grinned.

“Better.”

He pushed in another inch, then another, groaning at how tight you were around him, your body pulling him deeper with every inch.

“You gonna give me those pretty sounds now, doll?” he whispered, rolling his hips just so. “Or do I gotta work for ‘em?”

You didn’t even get the chance to answer.

Because that was when the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of Sam’s headboard started agai Harder this time. His girl’s voice climbed an octave, all high-pitched gasps and theatrical moaning, just shy of pornographic.

And then- fuck- you heard Sam.

A low groan, unmistakable.

You buried your face in Bucky’s shoulder with a miserable whine.

You were screwed now.

Even in the near-darkness of the room, you could feel Bucky’s expression change, could sense his tongue poke into his cheek, his jaw flexing as he stared at the wall like he was personally offended.

“Oh, hell no,” he growled, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward, burying his cock deep, all the way in, dragging a sudden, guttural cry out of you before you could stop it.

“Bucky- !”

“That’s better,” he grunted, hand sliding under your thigh, hitching your leg up so he could angle himself deeper. “You let them have their noise. You’re gonna sing for me now.”

He started to move, slow but powerful thrusts that punched little gasps from your throat with every roll of his hips. You clung to his shoulders, eyes wide, trying to hold back, but it was useless. Every thrust forced a sound from you, each one a little louder than the last, your body unraveling beneath his.

You were already soaked, already there, and the feeling of him dragging along every nerve-ending inside you made you tremble. He was so deep, so heavy inside you, his hips grinding with purpose, like he was sculpting those sounds out of you.

“Not gonna let ‘em win, baby,” he whispered, breath hot against your lips. “Gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name. Let her try to moan louder than you- I dare her.”

His metal hand gripped the headboard behind you for leverage, and you swore it was about to start banging against the wall too. The creak of the bed and slap of skin echoed through the room.

“Bucky, fuck- ”

“There we go,” he praised, fucking into you harder, rougher now, each thrust rocking you up the bed. “That’s my girl. Soundin’ so pretty for me.”

You moaned helplessly, arching into him, fingers digging into his skin, and he was relentless, devoted to making you cry out louder than whatever was happening on the other side of that wall.

“You feel that, sweetheart?” he groaned, dragging his cock out slowly before slamming it back in, harder than before. “That’s it, let them know how good we fit. Let them know who’s makin’ you feel like this.”

You tried to answer, tried to form anything like a thought but it all shattered as he slammed into you again, grinding deep, and your breath hitched into a needy, helpless cry.

Your fingers clutched the pillow beside your head. Your legs trembled. You could barely keep your eyes open.

“Bucky- ”

He growled low, loving the way you moaned, loving the way your body trembled under his. Every sound you made spurred him on, every breathless whimper, every little hitch of your hips. He was drinking you in like he’d starved for it, worshipping every flutter and squeeze you gave him.

The girl next door let out another dramatic scream, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall, but all you could focus on was the way Bucky filled you, every inch of him, thick and hot and perfect inside you. The pressure of his cock dragged against that spot that made your spine bow, your thighs clenching around his hips instinctively.

Bucky grinned into your neck, not slowing. He fucked you through it- deliberate and deep, his hand sliding between you to circle your clit just to hear you sob again. The world was narrowed down to just the heat of your bodies and the slick slide of him inside you.

Nothing else mattered. Not the noise. Not the neighbors. Just the man above you, within you, around you, driving you out of your mind.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted, mouth against your throat. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you. Let her hear you.”

You did.

You couldn’t not.

He was grinding into your spot now with every thrust, dragging his cock against it until your toes curled and your nails scraped his back. Your moans started coming louder, broken, desperate, real. It wasn’t a performance. It was a surrender.

“Ohh, fuck, you feel good,” you sobbed, voice high and shaky.

Bucky’s head dropped, his breath stuttering. “God, you sound so good.”

His voice cracked slightly as he rutted into you, deeper and harder, his grip tightening on your hip. "Fuck, baby... you’re squeezin’ me so tight- keep that up and I’m not gonna last."

His mouth found yours, messy, hungry, claiming you completely as his hips snapped faster, harder, losing the rhythm as he chased both of your releases like he needed them to win. Like it was a goddamn competition now.

And maybe it was.

His chest was heaving, breath ragged, as he braced himself above you, each thrust more urgent, more desperate than the last. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, swallowing each other's whimpers and gasps as he fucked you through the mounting tension building between you.

You cried out into his mouth when he hit just right, your back arching off the mattress, thighs shaking around his waist. Your whole body tensed, every muscle winding tight like a wire ready to snap.

“There. There- fuck, baby, I’ve got you- let go,” he rasped, holding you tight, grinding deeper, determined to take you with him.

And then you broke.

Your orgasm ripped through you with devastating force, your mouth falling open as a high, raw moan spilled out, his name dragged from your throat again and again. Your walls fluttered around him, soaking him as your thighs quivered, toes curling tight.

Bucky wasn’t far behind.

“Shit- fuck,” he gasped, hips stuttering as your body milked him. “Gonna fill you up, baby- fuck- take it- ”

With a shuddering groan, he buried himself to the hilt, cock twitching deep inside you as he spilled, filling you with hot pulses. His muscles tensed, arms locked tight around you, and he stayed there, shaking against your chest while your bodies trembled together.

The bedframe finally banged once- twice- against the wall, a perfect echo of your cries, before stillness settled over you both. Bucky sagged against you, chest heaving, lips brushing your jaw as he caught his breath, his body pressed so close it felt like you were still one- joined and molten and weightless in the aftermath.

Both of you were drenched in sweat, your skin sticking where it touched, the heat of your bodies radiating between tangled limbs. Your heart pounded against his chest, and his matched it beat for beat, steady and grounding as your fingers lazily traced the back of his neck.

You clung to him, dazed and utterly spent, your body still humming with the ghost of your climax, little shudders twitching through your thighs. You let your cheek rest against his shoulder, eyelids fluttering shut, the silence around you ringing like an echo chamber of the storm you'd just ridden together.

You were both loud, breathless, fucked-out messes in the dark- hair mussed, voices hoarse, sheets soaked beneath you.

And you didn’t care.

You didn’t care if they heard.

Hell, you hoped they did. Let Sam and his girlfriend have their act.

You had something better. Something real.

Bucky was still inside you, his cock softening but not leaving you, like even his body refused to let go. He nuzzled your cheek, one arm wrapping more tightly around your back, the other brushing his fingers gently through your hair. A tender kiss pressed against your temple as the muffled sounds from next door finally gave way to silence.

“Think we won that one,” he murmured, smug and sleepy.

You let out a breathless laugh, still shaking a little. “Think we both lost our minds.”

His arms tightened around you, possessive and soft all at once. “Worth it.”

You tilted your head up, eyes meeting his in the dark. “Think we woke Alpine?”

He snorted, mouth curving into a tired grin. “Probably." 

You both chuckled quietly, your legs still wrapped around his hips, unwilling to break the closeness.

And then, in the stillness that followed, came the faintest sound, soft little wails starting up from the hallway. Mournful, high-pitched, and thoroughly dramatic.

“Speak of the devil...” you murmured against his shoulder.

Bucky huffed a laugh, burying his face in your hair. “Alpine’s filing a noise complaint.”

Neither of you said anything else after that. You didn’t need to. Not until you both heard the telltale noise of the little queen scratching at the door. 

[misserabella]

hii can u pls do a story with ellie and a fem reader who is a virgin and ellie talks them thru it ? possibly including fingering and her strap bc im currently obsessed w those and anything else ofc :))

what if i don’t wanna stop

female reader x ellie williams

cw; +18 content, minors dni!, first time for reader, switches reader and ellie, fingering (r and e receiving), oral sex (r and e receiving), making out sessions, dry humping, face fucking (r receiving), hickeys (r and e receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), mentions of scissoring, cursing, praising, dirty talking, begging, teasing, cum eating, playing with cum, mouth fucking (kinda???) (e receiving), multiple orgasms, scratching, hair pulling (both receiving)…

you and ellie had been dating for a couple of months now. and you couldn’t be happier. she was sweet, caring, understanding, intelligent, gentle, beautiful… and really hot.

and it’s because she’s hot that you were here, in her room a friday night, on her lap, tongue swirling around hers as you tug on her auburn hair.

“baby…” she gasped against your lips, her hands gripping your hips, avoiding to touch your naked thighs, since you were only wearing one of her oversized t-shirts she had lent you to sleep on, and you panties.

“mmmh?” you hummed, kissing down her neck, making her sigh and turn her head to the side for you to give you more space.

“we should stop.” she muttered, hissing when she felt you suck and bite on her skin.

“what if i don’t wanna stop?” you whispered on her ear, and ellie’s heart seemed to stop. her green and now widened eyes found yours. your cheeks were flushed, and your lips swollen from all the kissing.

“yeah?” she inquired, her blown out eyes watching as you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded. she groaned. one of her hands coming up to your neck, pulling you in for a searing kiss that made you moan on her mouth. “you don’t know what you do to me.” she muttered, her free hand coming down your chest to grope at your tits. you grounded your hips down on her lap, making her hum.

“ellie. want you to touch me.” you begged. sure. it was your first time. but you knew what you wanted. one of your hands came up to your neck to grab her hand and guide it to your lips. your mouth took her middle and ring finger inside, your tongue twirling and wetting them. you stared into her pretty eyes. “please?”

“take this shit off.” she groaned, pulling at your shirt and helping you push it over your head, flashing her your perky tits and erect in lust nipples. she couldn’t help but whine. “so fucking beautiful…” your back arched when her mouth made contact with your chest, sucking on your nipples and slightly bitting to leave marks that will make you blush tomorrow morning. “you want me to touch you, baby? want me to make you feel good?” you nodded, fingers lacing on her auburn hair. “come on gorgeous, you know that’s not how we ask for things.”

“please ellie, make me feel good, please…” she hummed.

“good girl.” she softly pushed you down onto her bed, crawling on top of you. her thigh was pushing in between your own, the muscle rubbing against your clothed core. “what do you want to do baby? i could do so many things to you…” she kissed your neck, rocking her leg against your throbbing pussy. her head was spiraling. she had thought about this moment so many times, had fucked her pussy to it more than she could admit… “fuck you open with my fingers, use my mouth on you, rub my pussy with yours, fuck you on my cock…” you whimpered at the thought. you wanted it all. she knew. “greedy girl. you can’t get enough, can you? you just want it all…” she chuckled, kneading your breasts and pulling at your nipples. you nodded. “yeah, my needy girl, hm? don’t worry baby i’ll give it to you. but first… let’s get this off of you, hm?” her fingers dipped into your panties, pushing them down your legs. your cheeks were burning at her intense gaze, hungry eyes taking in your soaked folds and puffy clit. “so fucking wet, fuck…” she sighed, and you twitched when one of her fingers glided in between your folds and bumped against your clit. your hips unconsciously pushed against her touch, making her smirk.

you watched as she pushed her finger covered in your slick inside her mouth, slowly getting on her stomach, her breath hitting your folds and inner thighs, making you tremble. “look at her. so fucking pretty. prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.”

“ellie.” you whined, embarrassed to be so exposed in front of her.

“so fucking desperate for me.” she chuckled, her fingers opening you up, your entrance twitching in need to be filled up. “gotta give her what she wants, hm?” your back arched and your breath hitched in a gasp when you felt her tongue licking a fat strip from your hole to your clit, leaving a wet kiss on it that made you clamp your legs around her head. ellie grunted, her hands coming up to your thighs to pull them open. “come on angel, stay open for me…” you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when she went back in between your thighs, your hands pulling at her hair, pulling her closer in need of more. “what is it baby? feels good? like my mouth?” you nodded.

“feels ‘s good.” you cried, whimpering when she harshly sucked on your clit. “fuck!” tears were rimming your eyes. “ellie. ellie…” you moaned her name, making her moan as well at the sweet sound of your pleads. she pulled you closer to her face, burying herself in your sweet slick.

“taste so fucking good.” she groaned, one of her fingers now at your entrance. “gonna push a finger inside, is that okay, baby?” you nodded.

“yes, yes, please…” and she didn’t make you wait. a sigh left your chest at the feeling of fullness, of her finger stretching your slick walls. how had you gone so long without this?

“so warm…” she sighed, kitten licking at your clit, and sucking slightly as she started to thrust in and out of you, wet sounds of your pussy taking her finger filling her room. “you hear that? such a good girl… taking me so well…” you moaned, and a cry left your lips when she curled her finger, hitting that spot in between your gummy walls that had your eyes rolling back. “riiight there, huh?” she curled it again, groaning at the tugging on her locks.

“ellie!” you whimpered as she pushed a second finger in.

“you can take it, babe. i know you can. be a good girl for me, hm?” you nodded. “atta girl.” you moaned, feeling your walls expanding to take her digits, your stomach growing with an impending orgasm as ellie suckled on your clit. “fuck. you sound so good. can’t wait to split you open on my cock.” just the thought of it had you clenching around her fingers and your thighs shaking.

“ellie, i can’t-“ you cried out, feeling your orgasm building up faster and faster.

“what is it, angel? gonna cum? gonna make a mess out of my face?” she smirked, looking up at you through her hooded eyes, sucking on your clit and letting it go with a pop that made you squirm. she was messy with it. spit and slick coating her chin, cheeks and lips. you moaned, nodding, and the pace of her curling fingers only increased. “go ahead. wanna see it drip.”

“i’m cumming!” you whimpered in between moans, screams filling her room as it finally hit you, your ears ringing and vision faltering as she helped you ride it out, licking every last drop of your cum with her tongue, drinking you up until you whined and tugged at her locks due to the overstimulation.

you whined when she pulled her fingers out of you, leaving you empty and needy. “fuck. would you look at that.” there was a pleased smirk on her face as she took in her soaked in creamy white fingers. she caught you staring as well, what made her chuckle. “what is it babe? want a taste?” you nodded, your tongue licking your lips. “why don’t you open up for me then?” she tapped her fingers against your mouth, pushing them inside once you’d followed her orders and making you hum at the tangy essence dripping from her fingertips. you eagerly sucked on them, looking up at her with doe-fucked out eyes that made her groan. “save a little for me.” she whispered as she lowered herself on top of you once again, pushing her tongue inside your mouth along with her fingers.

you hummed, opening your thighs for her to lay in between them, your arms surrounding her neck to pull her closer. ellie moaned when your hands then found their way down her back, nails scratching her until your palms took her ass and pulled from her to grind her against you. she bit down on your lip, a smirk on her face as she stared at you, eagerly sucking on her fingers to play with her. “what is it, hm? one wasn’t enough for you?” you shook your head, pulling her fingers out of your mouth, leaving a kiss on her fingertips.

“want more.” you muttered, making her groan.

“what do you want, huh?” she inquired, kneading your breasts, kissing your neck. she knew how to drive you crazy, how to get you to beg.

“want your cock. please.” her eyebrows raise.

“yeah? my fingers weren’t enough for you baby? you need my cock to stuff you up?” you nodded, making her hum. “why don’t you be good for me and touch yourself a little while i get everything ready, hm? want you stretched out for my dick.” you sighed, watching her get up and start discarding her clothes. two of your fingers plunged inside of your pussy as ellie got rid of her tank top, soft small breasts free for your hungry eyes to take in. next, her sweats, and lastly, her checkered boxers. you gulped and moaned at the sight of her mound’s auburn patch of hair and happy trail. “like what you see, angel?” she chuckled, watching you fuck yourself with hungry eyes. “shit. you’re so fucking hot. got me soaking my boxers.” she sighed, cupping her pussy.

“i’ll clean you up later.” you sighed, and ellie couldn’t help but groan.

“you want to use your tongue on me, pretty girl?” she inquired, taking her strap in between her hands to start buckling it around her hips, the back of it perfectly rubbing her puffy and needy clit. you nodded. “hmm, let’s see if i don’t fuck you dumb enough for you to forget how to use it.”

that promise only made you clench around your fingers, which were completely covered in your slick by the time ellie had found her way back in between your thighs, lube in hand.

“let me see.” she ordered, and you took your fingers out of your pussy with a whine, feeling yourself clenching around nothing. she cursed. “you’re gonna take my cock so well, aren’t you baby?”

“yes, yes… please.” you begged, watching her lube up the silicone before gliding it through your folds. the feeling had your head falling back against the pillows.

“gonna push it in, alright?” you nodded, your legs surrounding her hips as you watched her line the tip up with your entrance. “tell me if it hurts and i’ll stop.” and after another nod, she was thrusting inside. your jaw fell slack at the feeling of your ring of muscles dilating to fit her inside, your gummy walls sucking her in as she slowly pushed more of it inside.

“fuck.” you whimpered, your back arching as one of her hands came down to your clit to draw small circles.

“you’re doing so good for me, baby. such a good girl… how does it feel, hm? how does my cock feel?” your hands came up to her back to dig your nails in, moans falling from your lips.

“more. want more. push it all in.” you pulled from her, and she groaned.

“so fucking greedy.” you let out a choked out scream when she harshly slammed herself inside you to the hilt, hitting your g spot. “this what you wanted?” she inquired as she started to move, thrusting in and out of your wet and squelching cunt. “answer me.”

“yes! yes! feels so good. please don’t stop, ellie. fuck me, fuck me…” you babbled, your whole body tingling in an electricity you couldn’t put into words.

the smell of sex was heavy in the air as she buried her cock inside you over and over again, her lips on your neck and chest sucking new bruises for your skin to remember the exact moment she made you hers.

“pussy so fucking good for my cock. taking me so well.” she moaned, the back of the strap bumping against her own clit. you sounded heavenly, whimpering and moaning as you clutched to her back and shoulders, your legs wide open for her hips. “gonna fuck you dumb baby, gonna fuck you until you forget your own name.” she was babbling, too focused on the feeling of your warm body against hers, of the taste of your salty skin and the harmony of your moans.

“yes, yes, ellie. harder, fuck me harder, please.” you pleaded, screaming when her pace became relentless.

“god, you’re driving me crazy.” she took your hips, pulling you in with every harsh thrust to make her cock reach deeper. it was as if she was drilling it inside of you, messing up your insides. but you couldn’t care, not when it felt this good.

“ellie. i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum!” you cried out, your hands coming up to play with your nipples, pinching them and pulling at them, making your back arch and her groan.

“yeah. that’s it. atta girl. play with your tits and soak my cock. cum for me, baby.” the moment it hit you, you swore you could see stars, your pussy gushing on her cock in clenches as waves of pleasure hit you like it’d do on rocks, draining you. by the time you came down from it, ellie had stilled inside you, thumb caressing your cheek as her green eyes stared into your hazy ones. she smiled. “you alright, babe? that was a strong one.” you hummed, pulling her in for a deep kiss that she gladly received, kneading at your hips. “gonna pull out, alright?” you nodded, hissing slightly when she pulled the silicone out of you, her hands making quick work of pulling the strap out of her hips to let it slide to the floor. she’ll clean it later.

ellie laid down beside you, the two of you taking a moment to even out your breaths.

after a few minutes in silence, she got on her side to look at you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “how do you feel, was that alright?” you smiled, chuckling at her concern.

“it felt amazing ellie. thank you.” you left a soft peck on her lips, making her cheeks slightly flush.

“why are thanking me for, silly?”

“for making me feel so good…” you muttered against her lips, one of your hands trailing down her chest in between her tits, making her skin abrupt in goosebumps and her breath hitch. “so good i can only think about repaying you…” you bit down on your lip, staring up at her.

she gulped. “yeah?”

“hmm-mmmh.” you hummed, slowly pushing her down onto the mattress. “wanna make you feel just as good, ellie.” she sighed as you played with her breasts, experimentally sucking at her hardened and small nipples, softly biting them and gracing them with your teeth. “would you like that?”

“yeah.” she nodded, and you smirked, slowly creeping your way down her body, laying flat on your tummy in between her thighs. “oh god.” she muttered at the feeling of your soft supple lips on her inner thighs, leaving fluttery kisses.

“gonna teach me how to eat you out, ellie?” you inquired, knowing that your filthy words would take a toll on your girlfriend.

“yeah.” she repeated. she seemed to be short on words. cute.

“how should i start?” you asked, leaving a kiss on her mound. your mouth was watering. she was completely soaked, and smelled so good…

“your tongue… use your tongue.” you hummed, smirking when you heard her breath hitch and a curse leave her lips when you made a fat strip up her slicked folds. you moaned at the tasted, savoring every last drop of it.

“like that?” you inquired, giving her another tentative lick, groaning when her fingers laced in your hair to pull.

“yeah. just like that. jesus christ.” you looked so fucking hot lapping at her cunt, it was driving ellie crazy. she had been so close to cumming earlier by the sight of you taking her strap that now she just was completely lost on the feeling of your mouth on her.

you hummed in pleasure. “you taste so good, els.”

ellie could me help but whine, her grip tightening on your hair.

“you like eating my pussy, baby? you like eating this pussy?” you nodded, slurping on her juices as if you were starved. “fuuuuuuck.” her eyes widened and a loud moan left her lips at the sudden intrusion of one of your fingers inside her slick walls. her back arched, her hands pushing you impossibly closer to her core. “don’t stop. god, don’t stop.” you focused on sucking on her clit as you fucked her open with now two of your fingers, curling them like she had and smirking when whimpers would fall off her lips.

“you close, els?” she nodded, biting down on her bottom lip.

“so close, shit. i’m gonna cum.” she cried.

“cum for me. wanna taste it. want you to fill my mouth, ellie. please.”

“yeah? want me to fill your mouth with my cum, baby? make you choke on it?” you hummed, and her hips jerked. “then take it. fuckfuckfuck, take it.” she groaned, fucking herself against your face and fingers as moans and grunts left her lips, cumming all over your mouth, cheeks and chin.

you whimpered at the taste, the white creamy essence filling your mouth as you fucked her through it, her little sounds heavenly to your ears.

as she came down from it, ellie found herself panting, her heart pounding on her chest as he tried to pace her breathing.

“holy fuck.” she chuckled as you pulled your fingers from her cunt, dipping them in between your lips to lick them clean. “come here.” she said, hosting you up her body to press a kiss to your lips. you could taste yourself on her spit, just as she could taste herself on yours. it was the perfect mix.

“was i good?” you inquired, gracing her cheek as her eyebrows arched.

“‘were you good’?! babe you were amazing. i’ve never cummed that hard in my life.” you chuckled, hiding your face in the crook of her neck, feeling her hand trailing up and down hour back in slight caresses.

“you’re dumb.”

“and you’re fucking beautiful.” you looked into her eyes, a soft smile on both your faces as you leaned down to press a peck on her lips. a peck that ended up deepening into a messy and wet kiss that left you throbbing all over again. ellie pulled away, a string of spit connecting you both. “second round?” you nodded, and laughed as she pushed you on your back and crawled on top of you.

[sssriddle]

So High School

౨ৎ synopsis: you're in a relationship with Paige at Uconn, and she makes you feel like you're in a cheesy, high-school rom com.

౨ৎ warnings: female y/n, fluff, slight sexual innuendos

౨ৎ listening to: So High School - Taylor Swift

Author's note: hello reader!! this is my first ever fanfiction so please give me some grace. I'm also accepting requests but I do have a lot of exams right now so they may take a while. xx

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The buzzing of an old iPhone alarm broke the silence, muffled beneath a pile of tangled sheets. Y'N groaned, blindly swiping at her bed-side table until she silenced the deafening attack. 11:30. It was her latest alarm, sleeping through the three prior. The dorm room was dim, the blinds slightly drawn, letting in a sliver of muted orange morning light. Y/N turned over instinctively only to be met with the coldness of the other side of the bed. The invisible presence of her girlfriend Paige sparked curiosity.

Y/N sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and stretching until her joints popped. The emptiness of the sheets next to her felt,, wrong. Her hood, well, Paige's technically, hung off the corner of her desk chair. As she slid off the bed, Y/N's feet hit the soft carpeted floor with a light thud. A soft clang came from the outside of the dorm door, followed by a muffled voice. The door creaked open. "Good morning, sleeping beauty", Paige sheepishly grinned, stepping in with a smoothie in one hand and a greasy brown bag in the other. Her Uconn sweatshirt clung to her body, moulding all her perfections with her hair still damp from her shower. She looked unfairly radiant fro someone who just came back from morning practise. Y/N blinked, groggy but amused. "You're charming me with breakfast?" "Nah, I'm too nonchalant for that. This is for me." Paige replied dramatically, a smirk dancing on her lips. "I hate you." Y/N joked, struggling to keep the smile from creeping on her mouth. "No you don't." Paige replied, as she handed her the breakfast. "Of course this is for you. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't bring you breakfast in bed?". Y/N laughed, walking over and wrapping her arms around Paige's waist. "You know you're insufferable when you're this charming, right?" Paige leaned in, brushing her nose against Y/N's. "And yet, you're still obsessed with me." "That's because you're corny. And hot. It's a lethal combo." "Mmm," Paige hummed, kissing her cheek. "Wanna eat breakfast now or later? I could be convinced to delay it..." Y/N raised a brow. "Tempting. But you brought me hash browns, didn't you?" "Obviously." The couple sat crossed-legged on the bed, sharing breakfast and bumping knees under the covers. Y/N couldn't help but grin between bites, heart full and stupidly giddy. ·························································⋆༺𓆩❀𓆪༻⋆························································· Later that night, Y/N, Paige, and their other roommates Nika and Aaliyah were gathered in the common room, struggling to decide on a movie to watch. "Come onnnn guys, we have to watch a horror movie tonight", Nika nagged. "Nope. Nuh uh. Absolutely not," Paige retorted, "I will literally go back to my room." Still scrolling through Netflix, Y/N landed on American Pie "Okay, what about this?" Y/N suggested. "Yeah just put that on, I cannot stand another second of these two fighting" Aaliyah quipped, earning side-eyes from the twin duo. As the movie started playing, the room dimmed, lit only by the flicker of the TV and the string lights along the windows. Nika curled up on one end of the couch with Aaliyah, and Paige pulled Y/N down beside her, tugging the blanket up over their legs. Halfway through the opening credits, Paige leaned in and whispered "Do you think they knew how ridiculous this movie was when they made it?" Y/N smiled, eyes still on the screen. "Oh they had to. That's the charm." But she wasn't really thinking about the movie. She was thinking about how close Paige's thighs felt next to hers. How Paige's fingers absentmindedly traced little circles against her palm. How the room was filled with laughter and the smell of buttered popcorn and how, even surrounded by friends, Y/N's whole body buzzed with the quiet thrill of just being next to her. The moment felt cinematic - like they were sixteen again, sneaking glanced at each other during a sleepover, hearts pounding for reasons no one else in the room would understand. Y/N snuck a glance sideways, catching the blond mid-laugh, her face flushed with joy and the flickering light from the screen. And just like that, there it was, That swooping, high-school feeling. Butterflies, sighs, nerves, everything. She was stupidly and undeniably head-over-heels for this girl. Paige turned suddenly, catching Y/N staring. "What?" "Nothing" Y/N said quickly, looking away, redness coating her cheeks. “Just… this is nice.”

Paige’s hand squeezed hers gently under the blanket.

“Yeah,” she said softly, nudging their shoulders together. “It really is.”

And just like that, ‘American Pie’ kept playing, the room filled with sleepy laughter and distant jokes, but all Y/N could think about was how high school she felt, just sitting there.

Because every time she looked at Paige, she really did feel sixteen again.

Author’s note: Again, this was my first ever fic!!! This is honestly such an itch I’ve been dying to scratch so if you’ve made it this far, thank you so so so much!! If you have any feedback, critiques, or requests I’d love to hear them. Zara out. xx

[paulyenvol6]

Obsessed

Husband!Pedro x female reader

Based on this request. Okay, so I don't know what happened because I started to write this with the intention to get to the smut pretty quickly, but then it took me forever because I was so in love with their dynamic and all the fluff and I wrote more and more. There is still smut, of course, but also so many cute moments between the two of them. I don't know, just as the title says, I'm kind of obsessed with this. Enjoy :)

Contains: smut, oral (f receiving), postpartum protected sex, breast play, hint of lactation kink, description of post-childbirth body (swollen breast, stretch marks), mentions of physical discomfort, light insecurities about body changes, teasing, playful fighting, playful biting, fluff, mentions of their daughter

Wordcount: 7,557

Masterlist

The wood underneath your feet creaked and you froze in the motion.

You turned with a loudly beating heart, face drawn with fear, but then exhaled in relief as you saw your daughter's closed eyes.

Stupid parquet floor.

It had taken you almost half an hour to put your daughter to sleep, and having your progress thwarted by the noise you made leaving her room would have been the last straw. Especially with your plans for tonight. You loved your daughter more than anything else in the world but you missed spending peaceful nights with Pedro - snuggled up on the couch, a blanket shielding the two of you from the rest of the world and an old crappy movie rolling on the TV.

Now that you had your daughter, there simply wasn't that much time for stuff like that, which was why you couldn't wait for tonight. It was just the two of you, Pedro and you could sleep in tomorrow and your daughter was sound asleep. You just hoped that it would stay that way.

You tiptoed down the chairs, careful not to bump into anything and risk waking Ivy on the last few meters to safety and then sighed once you had entered the living room. Pedro was just putting a glass of water on the kitchen counter, hair still damp from the shower. He heard your steps behind him and turned around, wearing a broad and soft smile that made his whole face radiate warmth.

"Hi there."

You returned the grin, closing the distance between your husband and you and wrapping your arms around him.

"I missed you," you whispered, greedily inhaling the familiar scent of his aftershave. "How was work?"

"Exhausting. Punishing. Demanding."

You chuckled lowly, running your hands up and down his back.

"You little diva. I just wanna remind you of the time you didn't stop complaining about how strenuous and hard shooting the fantastic four was and then I talked to Vanessa and she let me in on the whole picture. Which consisted of you reading in the trailer all day long… getting out there occasionally to stand in front of a green screen… and going to the physiotherapist afterwards to treat you with a fucking massage. I don't trust you with this kind of stuff anymore. Not after giving birth."

Pedro laughed out loud, but then swung his head to the side like a child that had been caught.

"I would never, NEVER in my life compare this to your pregnancy. I would never even just attempt to," he exclaimed, pretending to be outraged by the mere thought of it.

You rolled your eyes, wondering how this man could have enough energy to be so dramatic after a long day of work.

"Good."

"But you know which side Vanessa is on. You know that she would say anything to support you and throw me under the bus. The woman is obsessed with you."

You chuckled, heart pounding at the way Pedro's hands settled on your waist.

"And rightfully so…," he then whispered in your ear, kissing you on your neck and trailing a line to your chin. But much too soon for your taste, he withdrew and his eyes skimmed over your face.

"How was your day? How's our little lovebug?"

Your eyes lit up at the thought of your daughter and your lips formed a pout, swallowing hard to fight the lump in your throat.

"You know what she did today, Pedro? Her tiny, tiny hand grabbed my thumb and she just wouldn't let go. It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen in my life. I swear to god, she's getting cuter every day."

Your eyes were teary and you bit down on your bottom lip while Pedro pressed your head against his chest.

"She is. Though it might be worth mentioning that she laughed at my face the other day. Without any purpose, without me doing anything. She just laid in her crip, saw me appear before her eyes and the way her eyes lit up? She looked like the happiest little baby I've ever seen."

"Yeah 'cause you have seen so many babies?"

Pedro shrugged. "A couple."

"She was probably laughing about you and you idiot just didn't get it," you murmured, gently kneading his shoulder.

Those were the moments you savored so much: talking nonsense while resting against Pedro's broad body and letting yourself fall, feeling more at home than in any other moment.

"You wanna go to the couch?" you asked at some point, lazily opening your eyes into his.

"Sure."

Then he stepped back, bowing and offering you his hand like a proper gentleman.

"My lady."

You laughed, but took his hand and let him guide you over to the couch.

"You got a hell lot of energy left, handsome. Which is odd, considering how exhausting you said your day was."

Pedro sank down onto the cushions with a grin, stretching his arms toward you and pulling you down snugly beside him.

"It's 'cause of you, darlin', you know that. You just fill me with energy. You and your gorgeous, wonderful smile."

He squeezed his eyes shut and presented you his broadest smirk, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Oh yeah? You keep talking, alright? I certainly need that today."

His smile suddenly dropped, face drawn with confusion and concern.

"Why?"

You leaned back against the couch with a sigh, folding your hands in your lap and giving Pedro a tortured grin.

"I talked to my mother. On the telephone… You know what she's like. I know she has good intentions and it's – I don't know, it's her love language, but she kept going about parenting stuff and I just – I just felt like I couldn't even tell her anything about what's going on in our lives right now because she'd comment everything. Or silently judge it. That's the thing, you know that I already told her how I don't like it when she's getting too involved in the way we raise Ivy and… I don't know, the way we live, I guess, and I feel like she took it to heart, but instead of feeling better, I just think that she still has her opinions, but she just doesn't share them. I just feel stressed all the time talking to her. Like I'm on constant watch."

Pedro nodded in understanding and slipped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

"She didn't say anything bad about me, did she?" he whispered hesitantly, scoffing when you rolled your eyes at him.

"Sorry, I'm kidding. I honestly think that part of it might disappear over time. I think it's good that you told her how you feel and it's good process that she at least keeps it to herself most of the time, but I think this feeling of being judged is something that will maybe vanish once we have more experience and your mother might not be so, you know, invested because she'll understand that we got this… I don't know, maybe we're just all kind of new to it and your mother might have trouble understanding that you know how to live your life and how to raise a child without her help. But that doesn't mean that it won't change. And maybe you will feel less judged and watched in a couple of weeks when you and I feel even more confident in what we're doing."

A weight dropped off your heart. He was right, of course he was.

Somehow Pedro always knew what to say and when to say it - despite his jokes and his inability to take anything seriously. Then there were those moments when he took all your worries and doubts off your chest, carelessly tossing them aside until they no longer occupied your thoughts.

"Thank you. You're right, god, of course you're right. I'm being dramatic."

Pedro's eyes rounded, his body withdrawing and his hand reaching for yours.

"Don't say that. You're not being dramatic. You're just a human being with feelings and – and doubts and that's okay and normal. Actually, you're being very emotionally intelligent and reflected because you're aware of why you feel hurt. That's a good thing, honey."

You chuckled lowly, scratching your temple and exhaling deeply.

"Thank you, Pedro. Really."

"You're welcome. How was your day, by the way?"

You leaned against him again, your body slackening as he began to rub soothing circles on your upper arm.

"It was fine. Ivy woke up at 7 and I went to her and then looked if you had already left. Then I had breakfast in the kitchen, took her to the doctor because of her vaccination and had lunch at home."

"Oh yeah, the vaccination. How did that go?"

You giggled, pressing a hand on top of your mouth and shaking your head in disbelief.

"God, you would've loved to see that. Okay, so imagine this: I'm sitting in the docor's office holding her. The doctor comes in, it was a man around 60, I guess, and he starts to babble on about the vaccination. As you do as a doctor. And he warns about all the risks and then in the end says that the syringe might scare her a little. Or that she might cry from the sting and stuff like that. And of course I knew that, bla bla bla. But then he comes with the syringe and you know what Ivy did? She couldn't stop laughing. You know how she is, of course it's not a real laugh, but her face lit up, she lifted her tiny hands and looked like she was having a blast."

Pedro had joined you now, body vibrating as he uncontrollably laughed and took off his glasses to rub over his eyes.

"Oh god… She really is astonishing, isn't she?"

"Yeah… The doctor couldn't believe his eyes. I think he was just about to keep her there to check if everything's alright with her."

Pedro still quietly chuckled as he shifted in his seat to sink down further, keeping you close at all times.

"And what did you do after that?"

"Well, I called my mother. Regretted that pretty quickly. Then I went grocery shopping with our little lady who had the nerves to start crying in the middle of it all. Then I fed her once we got home, put her to bed and enjoyed my first moment of peace of the day. Which I used to do the laundry. And then she woke up again and I took her for a short walk."

Pedro tightend his hold around you, nuzzling his chin against your head.

"You're really doing a lot right now and I'm feeling bad about it like 99% of the day. I just feel so stupid sometimes, you know, being on set playing this guy in a blue suit who can stretch his limbs and – and has to fight some alien with a bunch of other weird people while you're basically taking care and protecting a human being. You should be the one in a blue suit. 'Cause you're the superhero."

Although his words made your heart flutter, you shook your head, turning around to dart at him.

"You're doing a lot too. You're the one who takes care of her when she wakes up at night. And you do basically everything on the weekends and on the evenings. And you're Pedro Pascal. You're… you're a celebrity. That's a whole goddamn job."

Pedro held you firmly against his chest like he was afraid you would slip away if he was distracted for a brief moment.

"I'm just looking forward to August. I loved shooting this movie, but I also can't wait to be home more. And I swear to you, I'll be free for the rest of the year then. You know I don't have any projects in the autumn and winter and so I'm gonna be home with you and Ivy. And we'll just be a cute little family spending christmas together."

"Oh we're talking about Christmas already?"

Pedro's body vibrated, pressing kisses down your nape that made you giggle.

"I think we should always talk about christmas."

You poked him in his side until he cringed, but then soothingly squeezed his hands that were around your body.

"You know what I read in the newspapers today?"

"Tell me."

"It was advertisement about a journey to Sweden over Christmas. That's why I just thought about it. There is this hotel literally in the middle of nowhere and you're basically stuck there. I mean there are cities nearby but it's december and it's so cold that nobody wants to leave the house. But it's sooo beautiful, the rooms and the interior, and there is a fucking swimming pool. You can be in the hot water while it's snowing outside. It's a dream."

You turned in his grasp and looked him in the eye to show him just how impressed you were.

"Then let's get ya there, darlin'," Pedro snarled in a fake Southern accent, his teeth grazing his bottom lip. But then he got serious again.

"We could do it over christmas."

"No..." you whispered, curling up in a ball in his lap.

"Why not? We're both gonna have so much more free time. And you always said you wanted to go to Scandinavia one day."

"Yeah, but you hate the cold."

Pedro accusingly lifted his eyebrows. "I don't hate the cold. It's okay. I like snow. I remember the first time I saw snow as a kid, I was fucking obsessed."

You opened your left eye, lips pursed and fingers clutching around his wrist.

"But you prefer the warmth and I don't wanna drag you out there for Christmas."

"Yes, we could also go to… I don't know, South Italy or the Sahara for Christmas, but I don't know if that's gonna be so appealing."

You grimaced at his sarcastic tone, turning in his embrace so you could straddle his lap.

"Really?"

"What?" he chuckled, slipping his arms around your waist.

"Would you go to Scandinavia over Christmas?"

His smile deepened, the area around his eyes visibly softening.

"Of course," he whispered, voice barely audible from how airy it sounded. "I would go anywhere with you, baby. I would – I would – "

He dramatically pressed one hand to his chest, over his heart, and raised the other as if he were an actor on a stage about to deliver his lines.

"I would go to the end of the world with you, my love. On top of the highest mountain and into the deepest and darkest ocean."

You broke into laughter at the comical scene, your head dropping forward.

"It doesn't have to be the Mount Everest. Scandinavia will do. And it doesn't have to be this exact hotel, of course. We can look together, so you have a say too and maybe we find something where there's at least a city nearby you can get to easily in case you find it boring or you wanna – "

"Babe."

Pedro brought a finger to your lips, quietening you down and shaking his head like he couldn't believe you.

"It's fine. I won't shrivel up from spending a week out in the cold. Or is this about you thinking I can't handle the cold? You probably think I'm not gonna be able to take care of myself and just freeze to death because I forgot my jacket or kept a window open," he playfully complained, pretending to frown. "You think of me as like this helpless child who's just unable to survive on his own."

"I would never just attempt to think that, baby. You're my big, strong, fierce man who would be able to survive in the wild for days," you said, voice oozing with sarcasm. Of course Pedro jumped on the train, nodding and gesturing you to continue.

"You would hunt, and - and sleep with the animal's fur wrapped around you so you wouldn't freeze. You'd wrestle all the bears and boars to the ground and eat their carcasses. And I mean, we both know you're fearless. Hard. Emotionally unavailable. Serious. Just a strong, tough man."

Pedro furrowed his brow like he was thinking, not a hint of amusement on his face.

"Yeah. And I'm open to teach ya. Lemme explain you the world, sugar. Lemme help you understand how the world works. How…" He briefly twisted his face in concentration. "How sea slugs can steal DNA from other animals."

You snickered, throwing your head back as you clenched your hands around his shoulders to keep your balance.

"How the fuck did you just think of that? But by the way, I literally believe you would be able to explain this to me."

Pedro frowned and even looked slightly offended.

"Because you're so obsessed with – with octupuses. I wouldn't be surprised if you knew that. If you took out your little book with all of the cute funfacts about sea creatures and then you'd take out your glasses and read them to me and look at me every few seconds to make sure I listen properly," you explained, body still vibrating with laughter.

"Now you're just making me sound like a nerd. And by the way, I don't know how sea slugs steal DNA from other animals. I just know that they do."

He shrugged and crossed his arms in front of his body, which made him look like a pouting child. You reassuringly caressed his bicep, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Baby, I know. But there's nothing wrong with being a nerd anyways. It's hot to know things." You grinned again. "But I do wanna mention that you just brought a fucking octupus mug into our house."

Pedro's face suddenly shifted and his eyes sprang open.

"Oh don't you bring the octupus mug into the conversation. You don't even deserve to mention it, you don't even deserve to just think about it. This is. The best. Mug. I've seen. In my ENTIRE life."

Pedro grabbed your thigh, excitedly holding on to you while counting down with his other hand.

"It changes color when you pour in a hot liquid. It was designed by Louise McKarth who happens to be a renowned ceramicist and painter of – guess what: the deep sea. Its handle is literally a tentacle. And… did I forgot something? Oh yeah, there is a rumour that Sylvia Earle owns one just like that. And fun fact: Only 300 of them exist."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't deny the way your chest tightened and butterflies flew excitedly in your stomach. Pedro was the sweetest when he was passionate about something, when he was so into a topic that it devoured him and his brain was taken over by enthusiasm.

"I know, baby. And I'm very happy for you. But now…" – you adjusted in his lap, hands coming to rest on his chest – "I wanna be with you," you whispered, leaning with your forehead against his.

"Oh yeah?" Pedro made, chuckling softly as he settled his hands on your hips.

"All this talking about nerdy stuff turned you on?"

"Mhmm maybe. I don't know," you answered, but continued to send him not so subtle signals by slowly grinding against him.

That was the moment Pedro realised that you were being serious.

"Wait, honey, isn't it too early?" he asked, stroking up and down your thigh.

"The doctor said I have to wait at least 6 weeks. That's over now. It's almost been 7 weeks by now."

His lips twisted, a mixture between anticipation and warmth gleaming in his eyes.

"You sure? That you're ready, I mean. I don't want you to be in pain."

"Oh you probably think that you're dick's too big, right?" you giggled and cradled his head. "I think what you would've liked to hear from the doctor is that couples can usually have sex around six weeks after labor, but in your case we should wait seven or eight weeks. Because you're so far above average."

Pedro shook his head in disbelief, but still couldn't hide the grin forming on his lips.

"You're unbelievable," he muttered. "I'm just trying to look out for my wife, but you make fun of me."

You suddenly pouted, brushing over the area under his eyes.

"I'm sorry. You are sweet. But I think I'm ready. We can still be careful, but the doctor said everything healed very well and I don't know, I just feel very good about myself today and I missed you. A lot."

Pedro leaned in to kiss you, soft lips carefully touching yours. It wasn't aggressive or rushing, but explorative and calm as if he wanted to tell you that the two of you had all the time in the world.

"I missed you too," he whispered.

A hand lingered at your neck now, tender fingers tracing your veins. Pedro savoured your mouth for the moment and you swore you could feel his lips curl in amusement every time you frustratingly shifted in his lap, eagerly looking for more friction. His dick was hard underneath you and offered the perfect pressure for your throbbing clit when you rocked yourself against his center, but soon it wasn't enough for neither of you. Your hands were in his hair, tugging and tilting his head to your liking while sloppily making out with him when Pedro's grip on your hips became firmer and he slowed you down.

"Can I take this off?" he wanted to know, eyes flashing with something admiring, something lustful as he fisted the hem of your oversized shirt.

"Yes," you panted and slipped your hands under his shirt at the same time as he pulled yours over your head. You didn't wear a bar and almost expectantly waited for the sparkle in his eyes that appeared every time a piece of clothing left your body and revealed more skin. He took in each inch of bare skin, every curve and mark that your pregnancy had left on your body with such a softness and matter-of-factness that you had to gulp.

"You're gorgeous, baby. So incredibly beautiful and I feel like you get more stunning every day."

He leaned forward, mouth trailing along your collarbone and teeth softly scraping over your sensitive skin. Not to cause you any pain, but just so you felt him.

"God, how do you do it, baby, mhm? How are you so breathtaking?"

You chuckled, not just because of his words, but because of the way he pressed open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breast, leaving wet traces that wonderfully prickled on your skin.

"Pedro," you giggled, gently pulling at his roots.

Your breasts ached slightly from all the breastfeeding. Some days it was worse than others, but they felt swollen and bigger than usual almost all the time. Your nipples were sore, red, and itchy, so you hesitated when Pedro's hand reached up to cup your breast.

"Is that okay?" he immediately noticed your doubts and stopped in the motion.

"Yeah I think so. They're just a little swollen. But it's okay."

He nodded and chewed the inside of his cheek as he looked you over.

"You just tell me what feels good, alright? And I'll be careful."

A large palm grabbed your breast, but in the most gentle kind of way. He testingly held it, feeling the weight in his hand before slowly kneading it. At first, it was strange to feel Pedro's hands on your chest again after your breasts had gone through so much the past weeks, but it felt surprisingly good. Soon you realised that you didn't just not mind his touch, but it actually reduced the swell. And so you told him.

"It's good, Pedro. It feels… feels very good. I think it aches less."

He kissed your neck, softly sucking on your pulse point while adding his second hand as well to take care of your left breast.

"Yeah?" he whispered, gently jiggling the flesh before continuing to massage the swelling away.

"Yes… Can you… You wanna use your mouth too?" you murmured, cheeks blushing at your request, but your husband just gave you a smile.

"Yeah, baby. Of course."

You didn't know what was driving you – perhaps it was simply the gripping thrill of finally being intimate with Pedro again after weeks – but the thought of feeling his warm lips around your raw nipples strangely aroused you.

Pedro's right hand dropped to make room for his mouth, which cautiously kissed your nub. For a brief moment, you felt embarrassed when you felt a drop of milk leak from your nipple, but Pedro didn't give you time to dwell on it because he lapped up the liquid without hesitation.

"So pretty, Jesus..." he growled, which was all it took for you to forget all your worries. He adored you and your body and he wasn't reluctant to tell you. With literal words and promises, but also with these very subtle gestures – the heat that his hands radiated, his passionate touch and the light in his eyes that just couldn't be faked. He truly admired and desired you and nothing made you feel better than seeing it.

Pedro kitten-licked your nipple, his left hand still kneading your flesh while you threw your head back. You had always enjoyed having him play with your chest, but this was something else. You felt much more responsive and sensitive to his touch - part of that was clearly due to your sore body, but the two of you were also more sensual after the long break.

When his hand and mouth switched, your left nipple practically quivered for him and while Pedro sucked it between his wet lips, you realised how much better your right one felt after his treatment. You closed your eyes to fully enjoy the moment and soon felt like pudding on his lap – barely able to hold yourself up and very grateful for his arm draped around the small of your back. He twirled his tongue around your stiff nub, quietly humming to himself whenever he got to taste a drop of your milk and simultaneously pushing you closer to him, even when there was absolutely no space left between his face and your arched chest. When he eventually released your left nipple with a soft plop – he was definitely still cautious not to overwhelm your vulnerable body – you were panting loudly, heart beating right below where his mouth had taken care of you so beautifully and cheeks flushed.

"Was that good, baby?"

Pedro asked, kissing you between your breasts and then wandering up your neck until he had reached your lips.

"Yes," you whispered against him. "So good. Thank you, I feel like that helped so much."

"And do you wanna go further or not? We can stop this right here if you want to. Take it slow, you know and wait until you feel fully recovered."

You withdrew slowly, nail scratching over his beard stubble and gaze dropping to his delicious looking mouth. His lips were a little swollen and looked so pink and wet in the dim light. Then you dropped your hand to his center, where his dick was visibly looming under his pants. You believed he must be suffering from the way he hissed out at the slightest contact with your hand.

"No. I want you. I feel really good, baby. And we can stop if it hurts."

"Okay," he gave in, voice airy from the way you palmed him. "But let me eat you out first, okay? Just wanna make sure you're ready. And I wanna give her some love."

The corner of your mouth lifted, core clenching and blood pumping in your veins in anticipation.

"Okay."

Fast and skillful as a weasel you crawled off his lap, lying down on your back while Pedro took off his shirt and joined you. Your shorts and panties were soon just a memory as he threw them behind him on the floor, unbothered by where they landed. Then he parted your legs with his elbows and settled between them, moving down until his face hovered in front of your pussy.

Despite all your efforts, you suddenly felt a little self-conscious. Pedro was the kindest and most affectionate person on earth, but even his sparkling eyes couldn't stop you from feeling bad about your appearance in this moment.

"I know it's not shaved," you whispered, anxiously tousling his hair.

"Baby, baby, you – " he wanted to interrupt you, but you weren't done yet.

"I don't feel amazing about how I look down there right now. And I would understand if you didn't want to… I will start shaving again soon when everything's a little less stressful, but I just recently didn't have the time and the strength to do it and so…"

Pedro suddenly crawled up to you, head shaking like he couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth. Then he brought a finger to your lips, softly, yet determindely pressing down.

"Sorry, but I can't let you talk about yourself like that. Baby, I need you to listen to me. I know it's totally normal to feel a bit uncertain about yourself after giving birth because of course your body has changed and it's maybe unfamiliar, but I need you to know that you're beautiful and there's nothing, and I mean nothing that could stop me from spending the rest of my life between those legs except for you and... maybe my job. And someone's gotta take care of Ivy, so… yeah. But this is my favorite fucking place in the world and the fact that there's a little bit of hair doesn't change anything. You are beautiful, baby. And I don't care if you've shaved or not, I don't care if you're never gonna shave again in your life."

He lifted his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

"I would eat that cunt in the morning, in the afternoon, all night, in our bedroom, in the shower, in the fucking car, in a restaurant toilet… let me think… on the kitchen counter, on the couch, obviously… help me out here, babe."

You chuckled softly, closing your eyes and shying away from him.

"You're gross."

"No, I'm just obsessed with you, baby. Maybe that makes me do and say gross things, but I'm not ashamed of that. I'm just in love with you. And with this sweet little pussy."

You felt your hole flutter around nothing and you bit down on your lip.

"Thank you, Pedro. I guess, I… I feel kinda stupid being the one to ask for sex and then put on such a show, I'm sorry. I really want you and I – I want you to – to touch me and eat me out, I really do. I don't know, I just freaked out a little. It's as you said, I'm not used to seeing myself like this. And sometimes it's so beautiful, but other times it's overwhelming."

Pedro squeezed your hand, kissing the back of it and then gently putting it on your belly.

"I understand. But are you even aware what you did there, honey? What you did giving birth to our little girl? I don't know, I don't wanna be such a cliche because you literally read and hear this everywhere, but look at all these beautiful marks. They are all proof for this remarkable thing that you did. And of course it wasn't all fun and – and comfortable and jesus christ, you're allowed to feel bad and frustrated sometimes, but I think it's important that you remember what you went through and what you did and also what you endured. And what you created."

Tears swam on your waterline. You couldn't believe what a few simple words could move inside of you, but there you were, tearing up and scrunching your nose as a silent sob went past your lips.

"Oh honey…," Pedro laughed, cradling the back of your head and pressing your face against his chest.

"I love you," was all you breathed, blinking a few times.

"I love you too," Pedro said, propping himself on his elbows next to your head and stroking your cheek.

"Are you gonna let me show her how much I love her now?" he asked, twisting a strand of hair around his finger and absent-mindedly toying with it.

"Yes," you grinned, feeling so much better about yourself as he made his way down your body again, briefly stopping at your tummy to give some love to your bellybutton. He lovingly caressed the inside of your thighs, parting them just a little more so he had a good view on your pussy. Then he lowered himself, brown puppy eyes meeting your gaze while he kissed your hairy mound and then dived between your legs.

Pedro conntected his mouth with your clit, going to straight to work, but still being incredibly careful and gentle about everything, so you wouldn't get overwhelmed and could stop him if everything was becoming too much. It was also the way he held eye contact with you. It was a sweet and affectionate gesture, almost a constant question about whether you were still into it or had changed your mind.

You didn't think about stopping him for a second, though. Only now did you realise how much you had missed feeling his mouth on your pussy and the mere thought that now this could become something more regular again, aroused you so much, you softly moaned. You had already been wet before Pedro had gone down on you, but now you were practically soaking his face and beard. His mouth was glued to your clit, pointed tongue circling the little bundle of nerves with great precision while he gently ran two fingers through your slit. Not to fill you just yet, but just to soothe you and play with your pussy lips. He deeply grunted against your clit, the vibrations tingling on your cunt as you sloppily rolled your hips against his face.

"Pedro. Oh fuck, yeah. Ohh god."

He glanced up to you at your words, forehead wrinkled and eyes shining with a dark, luscious glint. He was clearly enjoying this just as much as you did, which made your own pleasure even greater.

"Use my mouth, baby. Yeah, like that…"

You whimpered and pressed your trembling legs together around his head, chest rapidly rising and falling. You were grinding against his face, taking from him what you needed while he assisted you with the flat of his tongue. Two fingers sank into your hole, the feeling still a little strange, but he went slowly and curled them up nicely once he was knuckles deep inside you.

"Oh god…," you whined, eyes shut, which you regeretted in some way because you weren't able to look at Pedro's face between your legs anymore, but the sensation was too intense to keep them open.

"Pedro, please," you murmured, your pussy clenching firmly around his fingers.

"Yeah, tell me what you need. Tell me, babe."

He questioningly darted up at you, fingers slowing down a little while drawing tight patterns across your clit.

"Fuck me. Please. I wanna feel you inside of me."

At first, he hesitated, sucking your most sensitive nub in his mouth and hollowing his cheeks to create pressure, but then he unwillingly pulled back while dragging his fingers out of you. You wiped the sweat off your forehead while Pedro stood up on weak knees to get a condom out of the top drawer of the shelf next to the door. He returned with a wide smile, settling between your legs again and grabbing your hand to kiss the inside of your wrist.

"You tell me if you need me to slow down, okay? I'll go slow, but it's okay if you change your mind."

You nodded, gaze dropped to his center where Pedro was just yanking down his sweatpants. His dick looked huge under his boxers, and seeing his hardened length once he had pulled his underwear down as well made the hair on your arms rise. You really had missed him.

This was the first time he averted his gaze from you to open the condom and pull it over his dick. His hands were a little shaky, and the drops of sweat were clearly visible from this angle.

"Are you ready?" Pedro asked soothingly, brushing his hand over your hipbone as if to confirm that you could back out at any time.

"Yeah, I am, baby."

And so, Pedro settled on his knees, hands adjusting you slightly until he had found the perfect angle. He was so soft and caring while doing it, you just wanted to cry out and become one with him, but for now having him fuck you was good enough too, you thought. One hand reached up to cup your cheek, the other caressed up and down your waist in a soothing manner. Pedro then aligned himself with you and looked you deep in the eyes as he slowly and gradually worked himself inside of you.

You were almost surprised by how well you took him. There was a light sting the moment he came in contact with your hole, but it actually seemed to get better the deeper he inserted himself inside you. He checked up on you every few moments, eyes never leaving your face in order to search for any sign of discomfort, but you could calm him with a reassuring and genuine smile.

"It's good, Pedro. Feels very good."

"Okay, baby. Is it okay if I move?"

You nodded at him, then gasped quietly as your husband pulled back slightly, only to thrust gently into you, setting a slow but steady pace. Your walls pulsated around him, sucking him in and fluttering at how full of him you felt. This was perhaps the most remarkable thing about all of this – you always needed clitoral stimulation to orgasm, but not many things could compare to what it felt like when Pedro was inside of you. You just felt connected and linked in a way that was impossible to describe. It was the closest you could get to melting into him and becoming one.

"Look at me baby, please," Pedro growled, resting on one elbow next to your head while his other hand was busy rubbing your clit. You were struggling to keep you eyes open, the sweet, divine pleasure so captivating that you forgot how to breathe at times. God how you had missed this. And he was so gentle, so cautious that you knew he could never cause you any pain.

"I'm not gonna last long, baby," you panted, legs draping around his hips to feel even closer to him, if that was possible.

"Me neither, honey, fuck…," Pedro purred in your ear, his finger on your clit moving sloppily and messily, but it still served its purpose more than well. You greedily inhaled, salty sweat prickling on your brow and making its way down your temple, but neither of you cared about how you looked or how much sweat you produced right now. You were intertwined, embraced by the pure love you shared. Stuck in a hazy, dense cloud that was both peaceful and exciting.

"Fuck... Fuck, baby, ohhh," you whimpered. Your hands pressed down on the back of his head, urging him closer so you could steal a kiss, which he happily granted.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I think, I…"

Suddenly you cringed, back arching off the couch and it felt like a vase was shattering into a million little pieces inside of you. A heavy, large weight that you hadn't even noticed before dropped off your heart and it was the most relieving and freeing kind of feeling. It ended with a warm liquid pouring in your thighs and belly, a warmth spreading throughout your body, which slowly faded away - though still much too quickly for your taste.

You panted heavily, heart thumping in your ears as you lazily lifted your eyelids to look at Pedro. You had barely even noticed the way he had orgasmed and throbbed inside of you, but now you gave him a tired smile.

"Oh wow," you giggled, neck bent to watch him kiss your bare shoulder.

"Mhmmm…," he made holding and cradling you like he couldn't believe that you were here and had to make sure every few seconds by feeling your body pulse and move under his touch.

"You liked that?" Pedro mischievously grinned, savouring the beautiful moment instead of pulling out of you just yet.

"I loved that, you naughty tease," you whispered, stroking up his veiny neck.

"I saw that. And I see it right now," he said with raised eyebrows, referring to the way your hair was stuck to your forehead and the pink that had spread across your cheeks.

"You little asshole," you hissed, playfully punching him in his stomach.

"I'm sorry, I'm being a bitch," he laughed out loudly, leaning in to kiss your hairline.

"You see? M'not afraid of a little bit of sweat."

You giggled, a bubbly warmth jittering in your stomach as Pedro kissed and briefly licked over your salty skin.

"Ewww, you're fucking disgusting, Pedro Pascal."

"No, I'm not, babe. I'm just obsessed with you. I may do disgusting things, but that's only because I'm completely and utterly obsessed with my wife."

He let go and kissed a trail down your face until he had reached your nose. Then he carefully dragged himself out of you, took off the condom and wrapped it in a paper tissue after cleaning himself with it.

"You're hungry? Because I am," he then breathed and you couldn't help but feel your head swim at the way he caged you under him. His broad shoulders, his bicep that was flexed from how he was holding himself up on his arms...

"Yeah, I am," you whispered, face and voice all serious before suddenly shooting forward and attacking his arms. Your teeth gently sank into his muscles while your body uncontrollably shook with laughter, that Pedro soon joined in as well. He wriggled and chuckled loudly, pushing against your shoulder, and eventually pulled you away from his body, putting an end to your playful fight.

"Sorry," you said, shrugging with your shoulders and innocently wiping over your mouth. "But I said that I was hungry."

"Yeah, of course," Pedro nodded. "And you're calling me disgusting."

You squirmed underneath him, wrapping both your arms and legs around him like a monkey clinging to a tree.

"That's because I'm obsessed with you," you exclaimed dramatically, just as he had earlier. "I just can't resist you. I have to possess you, and touching you isn't enough."

Pedro swallowed, nodded slowly, and suddenly pulled himself up while you were still holding onto him. Then he sat down with his back against the couch and ran his hands along your spine.

"Oh, yeah, I see. Actually I feel like I should be more disgusted than I am right now," he admitted, his cheeks flushing as he cackled and wheezed. You burst into laughter as well and then leaned forward again, teeth grazing over Pedro's arms just like before, only that he snickered too hard right now to fight back.

"You – Something's seriously wrong with you," he coughed, wiping over his forehead where fresh sweat had pooled and then pulling you back by your arms.

"No. You stop this right now."

You frowned, glaring at him with eyes that wore a sulky expression, which triggered another outburst of laughter from him.

"Why is this – it's not even that funny…," Pedro then sighed.

"You just like it. You like getting bit."

"Oh yeah. I just like getting bit by my wife. Who's an adult. Who I thought had her life under control."

You gasped and pushed hard against his shoulder.

"How dare you? You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna sneak up on you tonight while you're asleep and bite you. In your arm, if you're lucky. Actually, that's gonna be my new way of waking you up. From now on, you won't get a minute of peaceful sleep because you'll be scared all the time. Because you don't know when I'm gonna strike. If I'm gonna strike at all."

Pedro lifted his eyebrows, taking your face in two hands to make sure you couldn't attack him again.

"You're insane."

"I thought you were obsessed with me," you replied, pretending to pout.

"Well, one does not exclude the other, does it?"

"Oh so insane is the new sexy?" you grinned, putting your hands on top of his around your face.

"I don't even know, at this point," Pedro sighed, face crumbling as his body shook with laughter. "I just know that I'm hungry. For real food."

You bit down on your lower lip, then suddenly swung your legs off him with newfound energy. Then you bowed and offered him your hand, pulling him up once he grabbed it.

"Okay then, Mister Pascal. Let's feast."

[casssmalefantasy]

Would you do like paige anxious with a big game and she doesn't stop talking even tho reader is trying to sleep? So reader gives her oral and makes paige fuck with her, tiring her to sleep.

BACK IN YOUR BODY - PAIGE BUECKERS X OC

I synopsis: the night before the final four, paige can’t stop spiraling—so you help her come down the only way she’ll let you; slowly, softly, completely.

I warnings: smut, f!reader x paige bueckers, established relationship, oral (f!receiving & giving), praise kink, light begging, dom/sub switch, emotional vulnerability, anxiety / spiraling, soft aftercare

I word count: 1.5k

I author's note: thank uuu for da request:) / im backkk!!

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the tv is hung on the wall, shining bright while playing some late-night friends rerun. the laugh track low, familiar dialogue drifting in and out, the kind that keeps the room from feeling too still. your phone’s charging, your toothbrush’s back in its case, and you’re under the covers—officially ready to sleep. except paige isn’t.

she’s pacing in front of the mirror near the door, hoodie sleeves pushed up to her elbows, blonde hair tied in a messy bun that’s unraveling with every lap across the carpet. the bathroom light is still on from when she got out of her shower, and you look at her while there’s a faint hum behind her voice as she talks, and talks, and talks.

“—i mean their zone is fine, it’s not like it’s anything we haven’t seen before playing against usc, but i just—if they trap me on the wing, like if i take the screen left and azzi in the corner is not ready—”

“baby,” you say quietly, not even opening your eyes.

she ignores it. keeps going.

“—and that one fucking ref? the one from the south carolina game? i swear if he ends up calling tomorrow—”

you open one eye, roll your head lazily toward her. “paige.”

“i know, i know i’m spiraling,” she huffs, rubbing the back of her neck. “i just—i don’t feel locked in yet. i don’t feel ready or like myself.”

you watch her in the mirror’s reflection. her eyes are wide, like they’re searching for something she can’t find in film or game plans. she’s all adrenaline with nowhere to put it.

you reach out one hand, fingers curling from beneath the blanket. “come here.”

she hesitates. “i’m annoying, huh?”

“you’re anxious.”

“same thing,” she mumbles, flipping the bathroom light off before finally walking over, climbing in beside you with a heavy exhale.

the bed dips under her weight, the hotel mattress too soft, too warm. she sits up against the headboard, legs crossed, fiddling with the drawstring of her shorts. she won’t look at you.

you shift closer, one hand resting lightly on her thigh. “you wanna talk it out or you wanna come down?”

“down?” she repeats, confused.

“like… out of your head. back in your body.”

paige finally looks at you. her eyes are tired. tight around the edges. you can tell she’s trying to keep it together, the way she always does—control the chaos, control the court, control herself.

you give her thigh a gentle squeeze. “you don’t have to do anything right now. we aren’t playing the game tonight.”

she breathes slow through her nose. “but what if i’m not—”

you sit up on your knees in front of her, slow and deliberate, hand sliding up from her thigh to her waist. “you are. even when you’re like this. especially when you’re like this.”

she swallows hard, and it’s the first time tonight she doesn’t have anything to say.

you lean in, kiss the corner of her mouth. soft. patient. then kiss lower—her jaw, her neck, the pulse point that’s racing just under your lips. her breath hitches.

“what are you doing?” she asks, but her voice is already lower.

“bringing you back.”

your hands slip under her hoodie, up the soft skin of her stomach. she’s warm under your touch, tense still, but thawing. her fingers twitch on your wrist, not stopping you—just holding on.

“you’re not tired yet,” you murmur. “so let me help.”

and she lets you.

—

your mouth finds her hip first, kissing down as you pull her shorts gently down her legs, slow enough to let her change her mind. but she doesn’t. she leans back on the headboard, hoodie pushed halfway up her torso, legs parting with a shaky breath.

you pause there, just looking at her—flushed and restless, breath caught between her teeth. your hands run slowly up the inside of her thighs, thumbs brushing the softest skin. she twitches under your touch.

“fuck,” she whispers when your tongue touches her pussy—just barely, just enough to make her gasp and lift her hips like she’s chasing it.

you hum softly, almost smug. she’s always like this when she lets go—needy, breathy, wrecked from the start. it makes something curl hot in your stomach.

you press a firmer kiss against her, then pull back again, licking your lips slow. “what was that?”

“don’t tease,” she says, voice cracking a little. “please baby, just—”

you kiss the inside of her thigh instead. “just what?”

she whines, her hips rolling helplessly toward your mouth. her hand fists in the hotel sheet.

“i need it,” she breathes. “i need your mouth, please, i can’t—fuck, please—”

you drag your tongue up the center of her clit, slow and deliberate. she moans so loud it makes your stomach flip. you do it again, slower this time—your mouth soft, relentless.

“yes baby, right there. please don’t stop,” she begs, voice going high and thin. one hand’s in your hair, the other clutching the sheet, trying to ground herself as her hips roll against your mouth. “just like that. fuck—your eating me so good. my god.”

you lock your arms under her thighs and keep going, flattening your tongue against her clit, curling just the tip upward with every stroke. you suck, gently at first, then firmer when she gasps for it, when she starts whispering your name like a prayer.

her legs are shaking already. her hoodie she’s sweating through is bunched around her ribs and her head tips back—but then her eyes open, and she looks down at you. and you’re already looking up

the eye contact knocks the air out of her.

you keep watching her, tongue still working her in slow, perfect circles. she watches you back— mouth open, brows drawn, hair a mess, and her whole body burning under your gaze. she looks like she might cry.

“fuck baby. i’m close, i’m so close baby. please—please—”

you add two fingers without warning, sliding them in deep, and she screams—cut off and broken, like she can’t breathe.

“fuck. baby i’m cumming.” she gasps rolling her eyes back, while clenching around your fingers, cumming hard. her hips jerk, thighs squeezing your head as she falls apart. “oh my god, oh my god—”

you keep going, gentler now, helping her through it. licking her slow, shallow thrusts of your fingers until she finally shudders and grabs your wrist, pulling you away, overwhelmed.

you kiss your way back up, flushed and buzzing, lips slick. she grabs your face as soon as you’re close enough.

“come here,” she pants, dragging you into a kiss that’s all tongue and breathless want. “lay back.”

you look at her hesitant, lips swollen. “thought the whole point was tiring you out?”

“you did,” she says, laughing breathlessly, climbing over you. “now let me fall asleep with you shaking.”

she kisses you deep, slow at first, letting her taste herself on your tongue some more before she starts kissing down your neck, your boobs, your stomach—taking her time.

then her tounge is on you—warm and insistent, her hands holding your hips down like you might run from how good it feels.

“fuck paige.” you whimper, hand flying to her hair.

she moans softly, tongue moving in tight circles, then dragging flat and slow teasing you. your legs tremble.

“you’re already dripping,” she murmurs, voice dark with awe. “look how wet you are for me.”

then she adds her fingers—slow and deep and perfect, curling just right while her mouth keeps working. you gasp.

“eyes on me,” she says, and when you look down she’s already watching you, locked in, eyes filled with want.

“feels good?” she asks, curling her fingers again, sucking just a little harder.

“yes paige.”

“i know, baby. you taste so fucking good. soaking for me, aren’t you?”

you nod, moaning, hips twitching under her mouth. your legs try to close but she holds you open, spreads you wider, licks deeper.

“say it,” she whispers, fucking into you slow and hard. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” you gasp. “i’m yours. i’m yours paige, please don’t stop—”

“good girl” she murmurs.

and that does it for you—you cum with a broken cry, her name in your mouth, her hands keeping you together even as you fall apart—shaking under her, breath stolen from your lungs.

and then she’s there, climbing back up, pulling you into her arms, kissing your face, your jaw, your temple.

“breathe,” she whispers. “i’ve got you. always.”

—

after, when you’re tangled under the covers and both of you are soft and spent, the tv now off and the room dark—paige turns her face into your neck.

“hey,” she whispers.

“mm?”

“thank you.”

you trace your fingers lazily down her spine. “for what?”

“for reminding me i don’t have to carry it all alone.”

you kiss the top of her head. “you never do.”

she shifts, pulling you closer. her breathing finally steady.

“you’re gonna sleep now?” you ask, voice light.

“yeah,” she mumbles. “you wore me out.”

you grin. “good.”

and then, because she’s quiet now and you know she needs to hear it…“you don’t have to be perfect tomorrow, you just have to be paige. that’s always enough.” you remind her.

she kisses your collarbone in answer, already half-asleep in your arms.

and finally the room is quiet. just the sound of the ac, and the steady rhythm of her breath against your shoulder.

[satoruan]

SNAPING AT THEIR KIDS — Jujutsu Kaisen

( CW ) f!reader, children, tantrums, lots of tears  

FEATURING: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo 

Authors note: the way Choso’s son refuses to eat dinner when you all sit down, he just huffs and puffs and you eventually have to give in and buy him Taco Bell, so he doesn’t go to sleep on an empty stomach. And Gojo’s son knew what he was doing when he hit him hehe. 

☾GOJO SATORU 

“Daddy, I wanna go to the park.” His twins yell for what feels like the thousandth time today. Satoru whines, throwing his arm over his eyes when one of the twins points flashlights in his face. “I said no, Daddy doesn’t feel well today—we can play in your room, how about we build a fort?” Satoru answers again—just like he did the last time and the time before and the time before that. “No Daddy! Wanna go to ‘park!” His girl screams before his son hits him square in the dick with the flashlight. He jumps up, howling in pain. “I said not today!” He snaps and instantly regrets it when he hears the venom in his voice. How holds his throbbing dick before looking up and his babies. They both stare at him with frowns. His little girl looks about ready to start sobbing and his son looks like he wants to hit him with the flashlight again. “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell,” He apologizes, flinching back when little tears slip out their eyes. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry, don’t cry. How ‘bout we go to the park okay? Daddy didn’t mean to yell, oh don’t cry, baby.” He whispers, reaching out with big hands to grab them and pull them into his lap. “Park?” “Yep, park.” They look at each other before breaking out in a scream. 

☾GETO SUGURU 

“Daddy?” His daughter pulls the end of his long hair. “I'm busy, baby.” He answers as he scrolls through his emails on his work computer. “Wanna see.” She whines, trying to climb onto her father’s lap. She just slides off, unable to pull her body weight up with small arms. “In a little bit, go play with Mommy baby,” he says, trying to convince his daughter who just huffs and holds her arms up to him. “I wanna work too!” She whines and Suguru grumbles before lifting her onto his lap. He sets her in the nook of her arm. She snuggles into Suguru's content for a few minutes. “My turn Daddy.” She stands up on his lap and reaches over to touch the computer. She fails, instead pushing the cup of water he had been slipping on. The cup tilts over and pours all over Suguru’s computer. “Dammit D/n!” He growls out and though he doesn't yell his deep voice is enough to cause his daughter to jump in fear. “Sorry, ’m sorry.” She cries, trying to crawl out of her father's lap. “Shit--It’s alright baby. Hey, it’s okay sweet girl.” “I didn’t mean to.” “I know. Let’s clean up our mess, okay?” He kisses his daughter's forehead and carries her to grab a towel. 

☾CHOSO KAMO 

“I don’t want your ugly food.” His son screams at him. “Well, you aren’t getting Fast food.” He mutters. “I want Taco Bell!” He screams, but Choso just ignores him and continues to stir the food. “I said I want Taco Bell!” He throws himself on the floor, kicking and rolling around Choso’s legs. Choso tries to ignore the temper tantrum his son is throwing but after several minutes it starts to get unbearable. Anything he says just goes in one ear and out the other. “No Fast food!” He eventually snaps. S/n immediately stops rolling on the floor when he hears his father yell. Choso turns the stove on low before walking over and crouching in front of his son. “Daddy doesn’t wanna yell baby, but you gotta understand that you can’t get Fast food every day. It’s not healthy for you alright?” He explains to his son. His son just glares up at him. Choso smiles back which prompts the little boy to grumble how stupid and ugly his father looks. When they eventually come to an understanding, he picks him up and lets him help him cook.  

☾NANAMI KENTO 

Nanami’s loud voice echoes through the living room, and you race to the living room in worry. Once you turn the corner you see your daughter looking at him with wide tear-filled eyes. She’s never seen this side of her dad; you can’t think of one time her dad raised his voice at her. “Kento? What’s going on?” You glare at him as your daughter comes running into you. You hold her little body to you. Kento stands there with a shocked expression on his face. He didn’t mean to snap at his little girl, he just had a bad day at the office and brought that attitude home. “Daddy’s mean.” Your daughter cries out, wrapping her small arms tighter around your legs. “Princess,” Kento whispers as he cautiously walks towards you two. “I didn’t mean to yell at you princess, I’m so sorry.” He chokes out, crouching down to her level. When she hears the familiar softness in her dad’s voice, she slowly peaks around you. Kento holds his arms open. She doesn’t hesitate and jumps into her father's arms. “s’ok I forgive you, Daddy.” She sniffles into his neck. Nanami squeezes her tightly, whispering out apologies on how he’ll never do it again. You can tell by the look in his eyes your daughter will be getting extra spoiled in the next few days.  

[confessionsandcreampies]

r. shidou relationship headcanons

“my girl’s fuckin’ hot, deal with it.”—he brags about you constantly. your outfit? he posts it. your thighs? he stares. someone flirts with you? he wraps an arm around your waist and says loud as hell, “bro, you’d die in five seconds with her. she’s mine anyway.”

doesn’t get soft love, but craves it—you hold his hand? he looks at it like it’s weird, but his fingers stay locked in yours. you kiss his temple? he gets really quiet for a second. then ruins the moment by saying something like, “ugh, don’t get me all soft, freak.”

will annoy the hell out of you just for attention—pokes your sides. steals your snacks. picks you up over his shoulder because “you’re small and portable”. then cuddles you to sleep like a needy dog who just caused a house fire.

gives you the worst nicknames—‘sex gremlin’, ‘squishy tits’, ‘my little freak’. but if anyone else calls you something off? he’s in their face like, “you wanna die? only i call her that.”

follows you around like a horny golden retriever—literally walks into the kitchen shirtless like, “you makin’ something? gimme a kiss first.” rubs his face into your neck, bites your shoulder, grins like a demon. “missed you, baby. wanna fuck.”

the absolute definition of ‘too much’—shidou doesn’t ease into anything. one second you’re kissing, the next second he’s got you bent over, panties pushed aside, muttering, “gimme that. i’ve been thinking about this all day.”

filthiest mouth in all of japan—“ohhh yeah, baby, moan louder. let the neighbors know you’re my little cocksleeve.”—“look at this messy fuckin’ pussy. slurping me in like it’s starving.”—“you were made to take me. say it. say you’re my personal hole.”

unapologetically rough—hair pulling. spanking. biting. holding your legs way up over his shoulders while he drills into you and laughs at how wet you are. “you’re drippin’ on the sheets, freak. that’s hot as hell.”

loves when you cry from overstimulation—he gets off on your tears. “awww, are you too sensitive? that’s adorable.” keeps rubbing your clit even when you’re begging. “c’mon baby, gimme another one. don’t tap out now.”

oral fixation like no other—he’ll ruin you with his tongue. sloppy, loud, insistent licks and sucks. groaning like you taste better than anything he’s ever had. “gimme this every fuckin’ day and i’ll never complain again.”

kinks? yes—shidou’s a walking kink list. choking, biting, spit play, dom and brat tamer (sometimes he’s the brat too).

aftercare is actually sweet—post-sex, he flops down and pulls you onto his chest like a heater. “you’re insane,” he mutters. “that was the hottest shit ever.” runs his fingers through your hair and whispers, “don’t ever leave me, freak. i’d go crazy.”