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𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ “Jealousy Jealousy” — Geto Suguru

Synopsis:- He dislikes you and you dislike him, rather simple an ordeal—except it’s not. Not when you’ve got one bed to share and your rival is Jealous for your attention—not when he can’t get enough of hearing your moans.

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— A/n:- I wouldn’t consider myself a writer if I didn’t write a “rivals to lovers x one bed” trope so here it is. Poor jelly Suguru who’s also a little nasty but we like em like that. Au! Where Suguru doesn’t leave btw. Also smut starts after a long while💀

— Tw:- !Porn with Plot!MDNI!AFAB! Reader x Geto Suguru; perverted suguru!+perverted ex(?) hints at masturbation (both male and female); cursing (a lot of it); use of sex toys; geto is a thief (lmao); geto calls reader “doll”; spanking; dom! Geto to sub! Geto and then back to dom! Geto; oral (m and f receiving); pussy spanking; implied blackmailing

Kyoto and Tokyo.

Housing the two sister schools, they also housed three of the strongest sorcerers. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto and you—and irony lay bare that two of you did not like each other.

At all.

Insufferable he’d call you and exasperating you’d bounce back. And that was all their was to it—for the longest time and that’s what you two showed as well.

An eye roll here and a prodding middle finger there, you couldn’t even remember a time when you’d actually said “hi,” to him—considering your first meet was at the Goodwill event during a round.

So your annoyance was all too understandable when you walked into Principal Yaga’s room to find him lounging on the couch—ears stuffed with his earphones listening to shit you never liked.

“Yes sir?” You prompted, taking a seat across the man while Suguru didn’t even do so much as look at you.

Idiot.

“There’s a mission,” his eyes closed in on yours, “before you begin, don’t,” he was quick to add—“He’s already agreed to it and it has been decided that you two are the best suited for it. I will take no further questions.”

You find yourself raising a brow—no further questions? And he obliged?

“Why?” You asked regardless—“there are perhaps a hundred better pairs than us—why?”

“Your grade, your promotion and his to special grades depends on it,” the old man answered quietly, all too aware that his piercing gaze worked much better to shut you down than his words—“Now, any and every arrangement has been made. I just need you two to leave by tomorrow morning,”

Tomorrow morning? You could feel the gears in your brain turning fast—you would’ve asked more questions too, had the silly little Ijichi not dropped by, nervous and clammy, “Sir?” He’d called out—“You’re needed in the grounds…” voice timid, thoughts perhaps more so but nothing compared to your form left alone with Suguru Geto.

A silence.

Long silence.

“Why did you say yes?” You let out finally, frustrated to have that question knaw at your mind so long— only to be answered by another silence. Of course, he would play you just about now of all times.

You found yourself gritting your teeth— feet moved up close, his eyes staring at you all the same— “well?” You questioned again.

An eye roll passed, a sigh escaped, “Don’t go about getting ideas princess- I’m not keen of doing it with you but a promotion is promotion nonetheless. You should be glad you’ve got me helping you around,”

“Excuse you?” Your words very quick—sharp, “you’ll help me around?” You barked out a chuckle, “Don’t you go around being the princess with ideas Geto—much rather be helped by pigs than you,”

“Because pigs are the ones saving your ass every mission?” He quirked a brow—“Implication being you’re equable to pigs?” You smirked.

Your smirk only widened as he exhaled sharply, “Listen,” he began, “I want that promotion and so do you. The least we can do, for this one time is help each other. It’s a mutual goal, don’t fuck this up,”

You stared at him.

A brow raised, thoughts ran quick as you scanned his face—annoyance settling deep inside for his too stood sharp—“Fine,” you muttered, “For the mutual goal it is.” You heard him sigh—in relief? Mayhaps.

It was his turn to smirk now, “My my, she’s actually thinking this time—miraculous—”

“—Shut up,” you interrupted his words, “What exactly is the mission?”

He gazed at you quietly, “Hm, well, simple really. Someone like you—”

“—what is it?”

“Information extraction, and a side thing for this local deity who’s apparently a special grade. That’s theoretically all,” he paused, frowning, “it’ll take efforts,”

Your eyes narrowed up at him— “Don’t worry—I’ll figure it out.” He mumbled to nobody in particular.

You found yourself scrunching your face up at him, “Does it turn you on or something? To act like you’re the best?”

“I am,” he grinned,

“At being an idiot,” you added—“and it turns you on at least,” a wink he passed with that—your gag followed next.

What Suguru wanted, Suguru got.

Never a question about, never an objection either—you should’ve known.

“Let’s just call it a night Geto,” your voice bleak, tired—“So what if it’s shady? I know the owner,”

His eyes trained themselves upon you carefully, “It’s a fucking brothel y/n,” he paused, “and I know it’s well past 12 and you’re tired but pull yourself up a bit—”

“—I can even land us a discount,” whiny, your brows furrowed you pouted.

A grumble and a sharp exhale- Suguru didn’t do so much as grunt as he tossed you over he shoulder- silencing your yelp as he shushed you, “I’ll carry you- lead the way,” evident with his voice, he was tired and so were you.

You grinned and squealed internally, softly whispering directions in his ears as he lead the way through the foreign state.

You watched, and watched—eyes wandering onto his bun- the one he’d hurriedly made to help the heat, onto his fingers which held you close—grip tight to make sure you wouldn’t fall—it was embarrassing sincerely to be paraded around such but maybe, just maybe, with him, you liked it.

“Where the fuck is it?” A grunt- you smiled bashfully- “Think we walked past it some 5 blocks ago—” a giggle fell off your lips, his fingers pinched your sides- never playfully.

“The fuck are you-” an eye roll, an inhale, “you know what? Amazing,” and just with that he jogged back- the path retraced wher you came from, the shy pointing from the kids once again.

Five extra minutes you cause him, searching for the hotel- or brothel as Suguru deemed it—“Is this it?” Both your eyes watching the multi-story building in front of you.

It wasn’t half as bad as you’d thought it’d be—pretty decent, Suguru realised.

“You’ve called the owner?”

Before a ‘yeah’ could fall off your lips—clammy fingers gripped your waist—“Y/n!” A voice boomed, the owner- an old ex of yours.

Face flushed you faced him, “Oh hey,” you mumbled hesitantly, “Long time Hm?”

The man in front of you only smiled wide—a creep, Suguru muttered under his breath—sliding a firm handshake for the sake of formality.

Your ex chuckled- unsettling, “And this is your new man huh?” Your face flushed- Suguru’s did too— but he held his own—eyes narrowing at his words.

You however, chuckled nervously—and when you’d told Suguru you knew the owner, he thought, he never should’ve listened to you.

“Not uh…” you looked down, “not boy-friend—just uh, just—” you move to face him, a silent plea for help—“Colleagues,” he nodded.

“Just colleagues, yeah,” a nod you passed- relieved just a little.

The second guy only ever raised his brows, “Sure,” he smirked—“Come inside,” he ushered- hand, suguru noticed, too close on your back.

-

“Don’t tell me,” His face hidden behind his palm he spoke, “You said you knew him,”

“I do!” You prompted, helplessness evident in your voice—“He’s forcing you to fuck him,” Suguru’s expression a deadpan.

Your shoulders dropped-“He’s not…forcing me,” you bit your lip—“The only other option is us sleeping together geto,”

His eyes widened incredulously, “And that’s what you should choose—far more safe,”

You stared—of course you couldn’t sleep next to Suguru—not when—just no.

He sighed—“Really are an idiot,” you groaned internally- for the first time, agreeing with him, “Be glad I’m literally next door—call me at any moment that pervert-”

“-Geto!”

He shrugged—a fact was a fact nevertheless.

-

And now you lay awake, still, motionless in the cramped bed—so close.

So close the man’s body lay, the one you used to know all so well—the one which disgusted you now.

“Y/n,” he called for the nth time—your mind getting all too hazy to answer—fuck was that his hand on your thigh?

Mind a mess, eyes barely open and jaw slack- you got up, not a word—none at all as you pushed your way through the room.

A knock—and then two more.

He was fast to open the door, a glass of wine in hand, brows raised in amusement—“And I was correct?”

Rage all over you, a hand pushed him away—“Shut up,” his brows only ever raised higher.

“Bother me with a drink?” It didn’t sit as much of a question — a glass poured for you all too soon as you settled on his couch.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, grabbing it with both hands, fingers you found to be shivering a little too much.

Eyes narrowed, he watched you, taking a seat beside you, “Pray tell,” he began, “Did he say something? A fight between the lovers?”

A hint of jealousy did you catch? No- of course not.

You played with your silence, and his mind—just guilty eyes meeting his, as you sipped.

“Don’t tell me,” he whispered and you pin point a sudden anger inside—“Geto,” you mumbled, “it’s fine,” you but your lip.

Suguru’s brows furrowed, it most definitely wasn’t, surely you knew that—right?

A sigh left your lips—“Sit down please,” your fingers tapped the place beside you. He nodded simply- taking a seat beside you quietly, closer to how he usually would.

Another sip—“will you just sit here or…” his words were quiet, an initiative to not make you uncomfortable, more than you already were.

“This was the reason we uh,” you paused, eyes boring into the ply wood, “back when we broke up you know,”

Another nod- nothing to offer and when you didn’t say anything else, he tilted his head, “That’s it?” You snorted.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t a 3 hour documentary,”

“Thank everyone it isn’t, I was afraid I’d have to hug and comfort you and all,”

“Disgusting,” and you both chuckled—settling into your seats. Maybe someday you’d open up more onto your ex to Suguru, something in his eyes told you that you could. But as of now, just sipping on the off-brand wine seemed alright.

In a momentary silence you two sat in, nothing too comfortable but nothing otherwise either—until a moan was heard.

Your eyes snapped to him and his to you—a bewildered “What?” Spilling from both.

You’d have asked ‘did you just moan’ had the series of moans and grunts not continued and instantly, all too clear it was.

You see, the brothel had walls paper thin—pitiable were the customers of course—and this specific night, the both of you.

“Isn’t it your room?” Suguru questioned—a chuckle included, “What the hell,” you responded back- disgust prominent on your expressions.

Another chuckle, and another until the both of you sat there giggling all together- “If that’s how he fucked you, i am very sorry,” he grinned, “no wonder you used to be so frustrated all the damn time,”

Your jaw fell first, “Shut up?” You laughed, “Was not frustrated at all,”

“Nu uh doll, pent up sexual frustration is very real—I’ve seen it in Yaga and Gakuganji-”

“-Don’t you dare compare me to him,” your voice was shrill- now above the grunts in the room beside yours—shriller than the pathetic moans your ex was paying the girl to make.

And just so, two hours the two of you spent together- shy glances and touches shyer still- but enjoyable nonetheless.

It wasn’t the first night you’d drunk together, no, and such nights were always different—the grimaces that Suguru and you wore around each other during the day were always thrown away—smiles and grins, hidden glances and soft touches—nothing more, nothing less.

It was true that you guys barely ever talked when drunk—but it was all too obvious. But tragedy lay in the way you would simply forget, you would too and he would just the same. The nights were spent flamboyant, silly flirts and sillier jokes—all means to just adore each other As to what Satoru would call it.

Shoko on the other hand called it your idiocy, the sheer annoyance masked her expressions everytime she’d watch Suguru and you tumble around each other the next morning—as if the night before never happened.

Two hours spent laughing— every once a while Suguru would gaze at you, you’d do the same. It wasn’t ever weird, no.

If respectful could be the word to define any sort of staring, that would be how you did it.

Were curses and insults only thing to befall both your conscious mind and lips for each other? Yes. Would you two actually bare your life for each other? Satoru and Shoko had always guessed a definite yes.

And just so, flitting eyes captured between his, soon jumped to his clock—“It’s 12 already,” you mused, his eyes never leaving your face—“I should head back,”

“To that pervert?” He shot instantly, “Had he been good at sex I’d understand but he’s toxic, perverted and finished in 5 minutes—bet he didn’t even get the whore to cum,”

A drunk gasp escaped you as you smacked his thigh laughing—“You’re so drunk,” you mumbled, head lolling to the side, only to end up on his shoulder—it fit perfectly.

His eyes gazed down at you, “You’re drunk too- don’t go to him. Sleep here tonight,” and had you been conscious you’d certainly have fought the idea- ‘I can defend myself’ you’d have retaliated, which you of course could’ve but not like this. Not in your drunk state.

For the saying goes all too true, drunken words are sober thoughts.

So you nodded pliantly, head resting on his shoulder still, you nodded while he watched.

So close- just a mere inches and you could—just a little more booze and perhaps.

He noticed a lot in this position, your tinted lips—the warmness of your breath and body—your messy hair and insignificant attempts to not stare at his lips—he found you adorable.

“C’mere,” he called as he slowly got up- careful to not cause you discomfort, “you can sleep on the bed,”

“And you?”

A side-shrug he passed, “I’d be no better a pervert if I crept in beside you, you know,”

“It’s your bed,” subtle desperation- his drunk mind couldn’t catch —“I’ll be fine,” and just sometimes you had to curse the gentlemen to be all so gentle.

“Night,” you muttered as a yawn went past you- eyes following his form, tidying up his room to sleep on the couch you two just sat on—“G’night idiot,” he muttered back.

And in your sleep you wouldn’t realise of the little hurt he lay down with—choosing that scum over Suguru? Thoughts such replayed in his mind over and over; he was simply aching, for your touch and feel—drunk words were a sober man’s thoughts but what of the drunk thoughts never spoken aloud?

The morning came by fast- rays bright enough to break off your slumber, you let a yawn pass by.

Usually, a surprise would’ve caught you, to find yourself in his bed but somehow- just for once, last night didn’t lay forgotten — last night’s memory embedded in the corners of the room with empty bottles lying around—suguru’s short tossed on the couch as you heard the hum of a shower.

Unsure of the prospects, you lay just there- enveloped in the certain warmth of the duvet- until the water stopped.

The door opened swift, and to mock the gravity of situation, you close your eyes in the pretence of sleep—and you were partially glad you did for soon enough the soft thud of a towel falling entered your ears—naked Suguru stood, the view shielded only by your eyelids—embarrassment yours grew.

And in that moment, you fought hard to not open your eyes- the scent of his body wash all too inviting—citrus? You made a not to tease him on that later.

“You can stop pretending, I’m decent now,” your face grew warmer—you maintained your silence.

An annoyed exhale he let out—“When I call you dumb, instances like these are exactly what I’m referring to doll,”

You scoffed- “For someone who has the audacity to walk in like that, butt-naked, you shouldn’t talk at all,” your act let go just a second after his words.

You got up from the bed—yawning and stretching, Suguru’s eyes trailed up your form as your loose shirt lifted slightly along your hands—“The water’s warm right now- might as well go shower,”

You scrunched your face, “In your shower?” Before you could add further argument, “Your other option is simply that fucker,” and you knew he’d won the argument again.

“My clothes aren’t here,” a last resort you had and you grabbed on it desperately- he tossed you a clean towel, and one of his shirts—“You can wear these inside, I’ll just go grab your luggage right now,”

You rolled your eyes- he was relentless, stubborn entirely too much and you shook your head, having no option but to comply.

-

Suguru was quick—all too quiet as he slipped into the room beside, a musky scent heavy in the room.

In bleak darkness he reached out his hand, to pick up what he assumed to be your luggage—lips turning to gag instantly when his fingers felt something slimy on it. Each and every plan to annoy your ex left his mind quick as a disgusted suguru quickly picked up the bag beside the mess he’d touched already- rushing outside, back into his room.

A sigh left his lips—disgust painted over his face as he wiped his fingers with a napkin—the other hand settling down your bag—oddly heavy, and prodded out at certain angles, his interest was piqued.

Curiosity, he blamed it upon- focused fingers reaching out to zip open your bag- he knew it was wrong but then…something told him, deep down, you wouldn’t mind.

He heard the water falling come to a stop- he’d be quick anyways, hefty fingers reaching inside your bag—suguru felt so bad but a smile guilty adorned him all the same, especially when his fingers came in contact with the silky fabric of your panties—red? he grinned.

Fingers prodded deeper still, products of your daily use coming in his hand until finally he found it—aha! His grin widened, fingers slowly pulling out the little toy in hand.

And shame would befall you all too deep for in his hands was your pink little vibrator—he chuckled—how pathetic, and on a mission? All the more. Suguru’s thoughts raced, faster than ever—dirty, he felt in the best way possible until a sudden voice managed to creep to his ears.

A moan- again, different from last night—the source being all too different too.

From the bathroom he realised, face contorting to one of amusement as he thanked this time, the brother for having walls paper thin.

And as his fingers stuffed your items back in—pocketing the vibrator and leaving a single note in your bag, to be found hours later. Just so he was done—material worth stealing in his pocket and ears pressed against the door as he listened intently, finally the a moan of his name falling from your lips.

Thus he found, it truly was nothing more than that sweet little cry of his name from you that made him all so hard every argument, with your face so close to his- flushed red with annoyance—it was amusing really, of how you threatened to kick his ass while all he could think about in moments such was to pin you hard against the wall and pound yours.

-

Your fingers moved onto close the shower- assuming the thud of the door to be a sign of suguru leaving—a sigh escaped you as you propped yourself down into the bathtub.

Your fingers worked quick—you had to be, for Suguru could be back whenever and the last thing you wanted was for him to hear you such—and you let your head fall back- fingers quick to gather the slick around your slit.

It was simply desperate, you supposed, the way the thought of seeing him naked got you all so worked up—his scent and the prospect of wearing his shirt.

But a mind so restless could only be helped so much—the inkling of him leaving the room had your legs spreading instantly, lips bitten down to control the moans.

Pathetic, you called yourself—getting off of your rival—off him, of the way he carried you the day before, hiked over his shoulder—pathetic.

More pathetic were the moans and slight groans you found yourself unable to suppress, fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace—your clit glistening with no attention as you imagined him teasing you.

A gasp escaped your lips—eyes widening at the moment as you imagined him between your thighs—he’d mark your inner thighs with kisses you knew, leave you begging for him too.

“Fu-uck,” you muttered, the pressure rising up—“m’close,” you mumbled to nobody in particular and amusing was the fact that you’d left your clit untouched as you knew Suguru would too.

Desperate sighs and moans you let go—trust in the assumption that he wasn’t back yet- he couldn’t be.

“Please,” you begged—perhaps to yourself for more stimulation—“pleasepleaseplease,” your voice a whisper as a finger you thrusted and pulled out sharp—finally a finger rolling slowly around your clit.

“Fuck,” you drew out, as your moans fought to become louder—“fuck m’lose su’” your eyes widened again, mouth turned o-shaped as the pleasure you chased finally arrived.

“Mm!!” You moaned and finally—“Fuck please Suguru!” Let out as you came on your fingers-not loud, just enough to tip him over as well as he sat listening outside your door.

Your fingers looked for it in a frenzy—you were sure you packed it—“Ready?” You head Suguru call out.

“Wait!” You shouted back—“I can’t find something,” Suguru grinned, “A brain is it?” Your door opened just as that, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Look for it later,” he mused—eyes watching your hands buried in your bag, total concentration tossed into it—sweet.

“The mission ain’t waiting for your pleasure-satisfaction, I mean,” he chuckled- your eyes narrowed.

“Whatever,” you grumbled under your breath—walking outside, basking in the warm afternoon warmth and your ex’s gaze.

“He’ll join us,” you whispered—“wouldn’t let me leave without well, threatening to kick us out,”

Suguru scratched his neck—nerves racking and a thought constant to as why he hadn’t punched your ex yet.

“Sure,” Suguru sighed—to your surprise, “we’ve to be in a club anyways, gonna maintain our distance from trash,” you chuckled beside him—a slight twinkle in the way you looked at him.

-

You walked ahead of the two boys—aware of the unmoving gaze on your form—a small black skirt—a smirk you held, hungry eyes—theirs.

“How far is it?” You made sure to question your Ex, not once did your body tilt towards Suguru on the slightest—cruel.

“Just about here,” he replied, providing no help, but you smiled nevertheless—“Thanks babe,” you giggled.

Suguru merely watched.

And he watched the entire evening—potently, as you did the exact opposite of his entire plan. He watched as you swayed your hips—with the target himself.

He watched as you grinned and giggled, letting your ex roam his hands onto your ass—he wanted to punch him right there, but he watched.

He watched as you watched him, ass grinding back into your ex, a grin on your face—and he watched as you downed three shots right after your bit of the mission was done and he watched as you draped yourself around your ex.

And as the fact lay, You weren’t really sure to what you were doing, or why.

Suguru Geto had never meant anything exactly, more than a rival of course- and a drinking buddy- and the person you admired- and a classmate you wouldn’t want to lose- and yes. Nothing more than all that, ever. So the sudden need to spite him? It was new- exhilarating, some may say.

So you wove the game- an open invitation shoved into his face; Never the watcher however, he finally moved, jaw tightened and annoyance all so present on his face.

And this time, you watched- you watched as he made sure to drug the target all too well, maintaining eye contact as he let the girls sway around him too—you watched as he slid his hands into the girl’s skirt, the one he danced with—planting a soft kiss on her neck. And you watched simply, wondering how that could’ve felt.

But a game only remained one so long until you stepped it up a notch- turning around to kiss your ex, placing deliberately, his hand on your ass- a tease.

“Get away,” he spoke through gritted teeth, a shove to your drunk boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Hey!” You yelped—“The hell?” Your eyes wide—as if innocent.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me right now,” he muttered dangerously—eyes boring into yours—“Let’s leave,” his hand reached up quick, grabbing onto yours to pull you away.

“Woah there pretty,” you called out, brows raised, “who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”

Silence—exactly.

“You can leave if you want Geto,” such condescension laced your voice, he was almost hurt.

“You’re drunk,”

“So are you,” you snapped back—he wasn’t—you knew he wasn’t.

He blinked once, then twice, gaze persistent—begging you to come; your hardened into denial.

He sighed one last time—“Get fucked bitch,” and before you could reply, he was gone.

Gone as that—leaving you in a mess of your own emotions and an idiot of an ex-boyfriend.

-

A three day mission, two days gone by, the larger partial of the mission dealt with—you crashed onto your ex’s bed the second night, no courage found to even meet Geto’s gaze after the scene at the club.

The smell of booze was intense, your mind slightly tipsy on its own accords. With a confused heart you scrolled through your Instagram, bored.

The snores of your ex—and the girl beside him provided little entertainment—the thought of Suguru Geto in the room beside did nothing to help, you wanted relief. But all to no avail for your vibrator was ‘lost’ too and the energy to chase your high was not your preferred option.

Your eyes found its way to the clock- 12:02 a.m. it was late—‘would he be asleep?’ You wondered, fingers adamantly rubbing slow circles around your nipples—again, desperate.

Eyes closed, you fought urges to call him—just to tease of course, you could pretend to be drunk after all.

And so your thoughts fought quick—to lay bare without him or with him, eyes staring at the screen if your phone—ring!

Your eyes widened- the caller id read ‘Bangs’, you mentally convulsed. You stared at the second for a decent ten seconds—11, 12, 13–you knew he cut it any second—14, 15–“Hello?” You mumbled quick, raspy.

“Awake?” He inquired- “No,” you replied.

You welcomed his silence on the line—“Come here,”

“No,” you echoed—“don’t wanna talk to you,” you mumbled- mind hazy to how you couldn’t help the fingers swirling around your hardened nipples.

“I’m not calling here to talk,” his voice was sharp—annoyed—a silence you offered him this time.

“You think I don’t notice doll?” You could hear the smirk, “You’re probably wet just by the sound of me,”—you were—“so needy,”

“You’re the one who’s calling me Geto,” you snapped, “Really needy of you,”

“Maybe I do need you—keep rubbing, slowly, touch yourself doll, just slightly,” your mouth ran dry—you obliged without a second thought, “and maybe I have something that you need too—tell me though, can your silly little ex even touch you as good as you imagine me to, even in his dreams?,” a grin—a shit-eating grin, on his face you imagined. Such a fucking thief.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you muttered through your side of the line, an airy breath leaving you as your fingers dipped beneath your shorts—as you did exactly what he told you to—“Sure thing,” his voice polite with just the best undertones of condescension, “Just a request then, doll, check if you’re wet please,”

You could practically moan at his voice and words—you were wet, nimble fingers prodding cautiously, “I’m not,” you lied- a moan bitten back, “Seems like your needy cunt really does need the pretty pink vibrator to get ya turned on Hm?” Husky, he sounded.

“Give it back Geto,” a whine, “Come take it,” a challenge.

And however could you deny a challenge from him?

A knock, and then two more—just like last time.

The door opened just as quick—brows raised, “Yes?” He questioned as if he hadn’t just teased you through the phone 5 minutes ago—you eyed him, “I believe you stole something,”

He grinned, your frown widened—“Come inside,” his hand gently found its way onto the small of your back—the gravity of the situation slowly befell you, you regretted nothing.

You walked slow, as you’d last night, “Where is it?” You questioned, brows furrowed, “Where’s what, pretty?”

Fingers clenched you stared at him, “Enough with your games Geto—hand it the fuck back,”

You watched as he slowly walked around you, a slow pace as he ended right behind you, bending slightly to grab the soda can—something easily possible without managing to glue his dick to the round of your ass—your face burnt.

“My my, such a dirty mouth you got there doll,” you needn’t turn back to imagine his expressions, “Maybe I should punish you- you’ve been bad all night anyways,” your blood boiled at the whisper of his words- “I wouldn’t have to, had you not been the idiot you are,”

His fingers were quick on your waist, spinning you to face him—even without a surface to be pinned against, you felt trapped under his gaze.

“So mean to me,” he mumbled—eyes bearing into yours, a subtle smirk, “There are other ways of getting into a guys’ pants you know,”

Eyes narrowed you scrunched your face, “Rather fuck a-”

“-a pig before me,” he rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah, I know doll,” a sip of his soda he took, “But that’s not what you were doing this evening Hm?” His fingers were quick to grab your chin too, urging you to look no where but his eyes.

“Tell me doll,” he pressed, “What were you trying to do Hm? Grinding against those guys’ cocks? You’re that cock-hungry? A slut?”

Red- you saw red as his words registered in your head—a shake of the head was all to be offered, “Such a pity I had to deal with this way because you can’t control yourself,” your eyes widened, shushed by a shake of his head—perhaps, reassuring.

“So tell me, what were you trying?”

You stared, like a kid caught stealing- you could only stand there guiltily, answer on the tip of the tongue, but too ashamed to mumble it out.

Suguru simply hummed, “Too embarrassed to accept it doll? That’s fine—maybe me sending pictures of your little toy or the recording of you moaning today in the morning—”

Your ears rang- no way he heard that- your mouth hung open, “You sound like a pretty bitch in heat you know,” it was simply insulting, to have him say all this- but it was in the way it felt good—in the way it made you wetter.

“Don’t,” you managed, he grinned further, “Don’t what doll?”

You rolled your eyes, seemingly unable to get out of your predicament, “Geto please,” finally—you could see he’d mentally relented already, “Please give me back my…” you paused, swallowing, “please uh- my, my vibrator, give it back please,” your face flushed.

His gaze remained fixated, “Don’t think that’s what it is, c’mon dummy, you’re smarter than this right?”

Jaw tightened, you stared at him, “Geto please, can I have my- my uh, my pretty little pink vibrator back?” The way you bit your lip so hard, Suguru was sure it would bleed any second—adorable.

He clapped right then, like a proud teacher—walking closer to you, “such an obedient doll,” so close hope stood, his breath lingering upon your face, eyes observant to every breath and sigh—smiling when he noticed your relaxed fingers.

He knew you liked this.

“Nope,” he chuckled—“don’t wanna hand it back yet,” you wanted to scream at him—you couldn’t of course.

“And you haven’t told me yet,” he continued, “why were you acting like a brat Hm?”

And somehow accepting this was worse than accepting the fact above- “I wanted..” he stared hungrily, “I wanted your attention,” everything in that moment felt more interesting than his expressions—he found you all too cute such.

“Aha,” he smiled wide, “You wanted to suck my dick so bad pretty?”

“Not everything is about your dick,” you flared—“But this is, isn’t it?” He sneered—and you quietened down again for it was.

It escalated quickly here on, his hand moving to grope your breasts—“Can i kiss you?” He murmured against your skin and as much as you wanted to humble him- to not feed into his ego, you nodded.

With his lips latched onto the supple skin of your shoulder he pulled you closer still—so very close, a you let out a soft moan, having accepted it was a lost battle to fight him anymore.

“Eager,” he gripped your jaw- making you face him again, “Aren’t we?” A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest—fingers betraying his composure too, in the hasty way they unbuttoned your shirt.

“Eager, aren’t we?” You mirrored his expression- smirking all the same as you unbuttoned his.

“Shut up,” he muttered, a simple command—but you’d be fucked truly if you listened to him of course.

“Do it yourself,” you grin- already pushed underneath him—“Aren’t even gonna tell me to stop? Thought you came here to get something? Or maybe the slut really did just want attention,” smile, condescending—and he did shut you up.

And so there you were, pinned underneath him- hungry lips searching every inch of you, mapping your body in just a certain way.

“Had I known,” he grunted in midst the frenzied kisses, “that you tasted so sweet—I’d keep you like this all the damn time rather than fighting,” you groaned against him, feeling his hard dick propped against your thigh—separated by all but a think layer of clothing—“You talk a lot, shut up,”

He let your words fall blatantly, mouth never parting from your face as it smeared around wet kisses all over it, letting a deep moan as your hands found their way into the tangled mess of his black hair, pulling slightly with every grind of his hips. A breathy moan escaped you too—His teeth nipping at the soft flesh of your ears—“this is what you want right? What you want all the damn time?”

You couldn’t care less about his taunting—until a sudden slap ended upon your face, jaw gripped by fingers—“Tell me, could those men have given it to you like I do?” Heat surged through you—pooling all the way into your abdomen.

A grin you passed and and nod—another sharp slap, it felt euphoric.

Slowly, Suguru pulled away, enticing a low groan from you—“get up,” he murmured and you obliged, black eyes staring into yours, “get up and on all fours,”

“Really gonna fuck in a brothel?” A cheeky grin you adorned, body working nevertheless, as per his words—with hands and knees planted on the bed, you gave a soft arch to your back.

The clink of his belt entered your ears, the low shudder of his clothes thrown away—“Since you love acting like a prostitute, it would only make sense, right?” A hand reached to pull away your shorts too, save for the little black thong you wore—a smirk on his face as he admired the view. His fingers were soft in the way they explored—touching and prodding every inch of your back, resting just a little too long at the curve of your ass.

Suguru geto was simply cruel in the way he administered the pleasure on you- handing you a little and taking away a whole lot for the moment his fingers came close to your clothed cunt, the moment your sensitive core could feel the slightest touch, he was gone. All too aware of the wet patch on your panties, you dared not question a thing.

Body shifted to face you, he kneeled on the bed too—your eyes widened slightly, scrolling down to the length of his cock, it was pretty you had to admit. A decent length with a girth that you knew you would have you crying later—an angry pink-ish tip welcomed you, pre-cum leaking over it.

“Go on,” he commanded, “not gonna put your whorish mouth to use doll?” And normally you’d have reciprocated his words- but just the way his hands gripped your hair, bunching it up into a ponytail of sorts- you knew he was playing. You inched closer, hesitant eyes staring up at him as you shyly licked the tip, it was salty, nothing that you truly minded.

You gulp- uncertain lips as they wrap around the top, an experimental flick to his tip you passed- a hiss escaping his pretty lips, grip tightening on your hair.

“Come now doll,” he sneered, “don’t go all shy over me now—run your mouth the way you used to suck up for that ex of yours,” you pass him a glare- mouth pulling away from his upturned cock entirely—he chuckled.

“No lie right? After all, you were begging to sleep with him doll, cozied up beside him yeah?” All the while he kept pressuring your hair, a soft cry you let out.

“You act very smart yaknow,” he rubbed his chin—“Try that again,” and with no choice but to comply — you open your mouth and insert the tip of his cock, your jaw loosening to accommodate the familiar girth of his length protruding from your oral cavity to the walls of your throat. Geto hissed at the swirl of your tongue on the underside of his dick, his free hand now on the top of your head with tufts of your hair in his fingers. "...mmhmm, this is how you should use that mouth doll, not in all that chit-chat you do,"

And if you could, in the moment you only wanted to bite his dick off- it would’ve been hilarious, had he not been holding onto the pictures and recordings—and you suck as you could, the precum’s taste all over your tongue while his grasp on your hair tightened— fingers roughly pushing your head to bob up and down.

It simply felt disgusting to be treated this way, like his slut- like his toy and only worse was the wetness between your legs that couldn’t seem to stop growing.

“Shit,” he breathed out, “Ah— shit shit, jus’ like that doll,” it felt Dirty—but so good, to have him falling apart at your touch, even if he held the control, “s’good for me yeah?” Raspy, he sounded-hips bucking into your mouth and before you could register what was happening, his fingers pushed your face to his base, his cock prodding deep down your throat, tears were quick to pool around your eyes.

And just then, he pulled out, leaving your mouth feeling hollow—finger quick to pump his shaft, lubricated by all but your spit—a string of saliva joining it still to your mouth. And right before you, Suguru came with a sharp hiss, “A-ah, fuck,” he groaned, cumming all over your face and chest—paining you in his mess.

You watched him like that for a second, unspent, eyes huge as you instantly get to suck on his thumb he shoved right into your face.

“Good girl,” he murmured— “So good f’me,” he grinned, he wasn’t done yet- not until you’d be too exhausted to even move.

He eyed your form, on all fours for him like a true slut, his eyes only held adoration as he watched his cum stain your face—his eyes, however, we’re quick to take note of your drooling mess soon.

He stood behind you now, face level with your clothed pussy—“How pathetic,” he grinned, “You got so fucking wet by me using your mouth doll?” It was the way he said it—making the statement sound so innocent and yet, “Or was it the call? You got all so wet by just my voice? But then again, should’ve known—”

—smack!!

Your body lurched forward with the sudden force—a cry escaping your lips. You heard him chuckle, “such a tease, you have to be punished right?” A shake of your head he offered, nothing against his predefined course of actions.

Another spank he lay down—lips biting down onto suppress your moans—“I’m talking to you doll—fucking answer me,” another spank, you couldn’t help the pleasure the pain from his palm provided.

Quick enough, his belt was grabbed- grabbing your arms, he shoved your form into the ass-up-face-down position, classic.

“Sorry,” you mumbled helplessly—aware of your bare ass being exposed to him as he slowly pulled down your panties.

“Fuck doll,” he bore, “you’re fuckin glistenin’,” you knew it and the fact that you knew made it all the worse—just so another spank came crashing down, a rough squeeze he offered this time too, “think I should gag you with these eh?” The cockiness all too prevalent in his voice as he pocketed your soiled panties.

A whimper you let out at his words—needy.

His eyes stared at your core, “Spread your legs for me pretty,” and even that small murmur seemed sweet to you as you obliged quickly—he chuckled.

“So obedient for me, you’re far better when you’re like this you know,”

“Savour it while it lastssss- oh” your words interrupted by a dega of his fingers down your slit—filthy.

Quick to inhale the scent of you— he spanked you again, “only use your mouth to moan and scream for me or to tell me to stop ok?” You nodded, head pressed into the mattress, heart racy.

And in that moment—the power handle shifted just a bit as Suguru moaned wantonly, nuzzling up his nose between your folds—for just in that moment, he let you guide him. A tentative tongue swivelled through your folds—lapping onto it like he was hungry, and perhaps he was top, for your attention and praise.

“Fuck- right there yes,” you moaned hazily, the grip of his fingers tightening around your thighs—sure to leave bruises, he sucked reverently, as if worshipping you in this state and form.

He didn’t tease you anymore—he couldn’t, for as much as he wanted to see you cry for him, for his touch—he was starved. And he wanted to show you too, that even in your palm he treated you better than any guy ever could.

“Mmm su!” You cried softly, mouth hanging open to just let out out moans and cries-“jus’ like that—s’ perfect,” you arched your back more for him—letting him better access to your hole as he whimpered against your clit—“So so good for me Su,” you mumbled mindlessly as His moans against your slick cunt vibrate you to your core, as he greedily laps you up, tongue-fucking the precise spot that you praised him for finding until the coil in your stomach tightens, and you brace yourself against his shoulder.

“Like that?” He groaned against your cunt, pulling away slightly only to insert a finger suddenly, “feels good baby?” He questioned, spitting onto your pussy and rubbing it all over your core messily—another finger inserted, he stretched you out slowly.

“Could your boyfriend have done this Hm?” You took note of the green in his voice—“of course he couldn’t—nothing could right doll?” You nodded hastily, too focused on chasing your high until—smack! Another spank to pull you out of it—you whined.

“S’tight doll—not even your fucking vibrator yeah,” slowly—the slight buzz of it entered your ears—eyes widening.

The hum only ever got louder as he brought your toy closer to your core—chuckling as you clenched around still air—“so desperate—who do you belong to Hm?”

Silence you offered, not even a moan as he rubbed the vibrator around your core—he grinned devilishly, “Now is not the moment to play games doll—” you groaned at the touch of the vibrator.

“Oh?” He smiled, “don’t want it? Isn’t this what you came for in the first place?”

Another swift smack—this time on your pussy, you clenched and cried all together—“Ah!” His fingers curled up inside you—“I’m talking to you—Mm! Yeah- talking to you doll,” he grunted, watching you fall apart—another sharp spank on the same spot had tears building up in your eyes again.

“Who does this slutty pussy belong to? Who do you think about when you cum doll?” You never wanted to feed his ego but in the way, he cruelly pulsated his fingers inside you—teasing your clit slowly with the vibrator you couldn’t help it.

“You,” you breathed out- “Fuck s’you—all you,”

“Scream my name doll, let your ex know it too,” and just then he pulls his fingers away too, and the vibrator—latching onto your clit, his tongue again, swirling and swiping—until, it was there.

And all in a moment, it hits you like a wave—pleasure washing all over you as you cum all over his tongue—shuddering and shaking through it, riding his tongue out as you did so.

If you could look behind and spot him, you’d be all too pleased I assure you, with cheeks flushed he kneeled behind you, lips swollen and covered in your cum.

“Shit,” he groaned after a moment of silence, his and yours, “Pretty sure you woke the whole hotel up with your moans ya know,” and just like that, he was back at his usual self—“Shut up,” you mumbled, moving your arms to remind him to untie you.

He was quick to settle you back into a sitting position—propped against his chest you lay, head resting on his shoulder—“You want something? Water?” He inquired, concerned eyes boring into yours, you shook your head, he nodded.

You sat there a moment, “It’s 1:30 already,” you mumbled, just like last night—“I should go,” he grinned again, “I would, had your ex been a better fuck than me,” you giggled at his words—“Certainly more entertaining,” you gingerly spoke—“Liar,” he chuckled.

“And please,” his fingers teasing your nipples now—slow, steady circles, “I’m not letting you go until I’ve made you cum at least thrice more,”

“Suguru!”

“And now you say my name?” A deep laughed rumbled as he held you close—“uh- suguru,” you looked at him closely, “Can you delete those…the pictures and all?”

He chuckled again—already aware of your angry gaze the moment he replied, “my doll really is dumb yeah? You think I would care enough to film you when I could cum at the sound of you moaning?”

“What the fuck Geto?”

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[mojowitchcraft]

Fic Writing Review 2023

Words and Fics

184,210 words posted on ao3 Plus about 7.7k getting posted today for Bat Eddie Ch. 4 Plus like 30k for Frat Boy Steve that hasn't been posted Plus 10k for a holiday fic I need to edit So approximately 230k written in 2023

23 fics worked on

16 fics published (series, one shots and multi-chapters)

1 multi-chapter finished (Strawberries & Cigarettes)

2 multi-chapter started (Living in a Lunar Spell aka Bat Eddie & We Part To Meet Again)

I haven't been keeping track as well as @loki-is-my-kink-awakening (thanks for the tag btw) so I'm not quite sure when I wrote the most

Ao3 Fic breakdown

Out of the 16 fics I posted:

3 multi chaptered fics

4 'one shots' in the Night Drives Series

1 'one shot' in my Y2K Steddie series (Valentines follow up to a Christmas fic I wrote)

8 stand alone one shots

Top 10 Fics by Kudos

Prisoner of Your Love (694) [Night Drives Part 6]

You Made Me Feel Shiny and New (610) [Night Drives Part 7]

Between The Velvet Lies (450) [Night Drives Part 8]

Hazy Shade (438) Based on this art by @toktopus-art

Power To Charm (399) [Night Drives Part 9]

It's A Match! (343) Tinder/Sexting fic

Must Hate Mondays (264) Garfield Fic featuring a ton of art!

Strawberries & Cigarettes (244) Multi-Chapter Post S4 fluff

Am I Your Fire? Your One Desire (184) Y2K Steddie Valentines fic

Your Hand In Mine (179) Tumblr prompt fic

My fandom fic events in 2023

Discord Server Valentines Fic / Art Exchange

Steddie Week in May (kinda?? I didn't do all the prompts)

Steddie Big Bang - Posting now!

@steddieholidayexchange Posting Dec 18th

@paradimeshifts7 One Shot Exchange posting Dec 20-24th

Upcoming Events for 2023

Discord Server Valentines Fic / Art Exchange

@strangerthingsreversebigbang March-April Posting Period I'm doing two fics for this!

Hopefully nothing else cause I want to FINALLY finish and start posting Frat Boy Steve aka Acta, Non Verba

Rules & Tags below the cut! Check out Ebs post, they got way more detailed than I did!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either. Tags: @mixsethaddams @grandmastattoo @sourw0lfs @transmascsteveharrington @kwills91 @thefreakandthehair @toburnup @bifuriouswaterbender @cranberrymoons

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[grippingbeskar]

sworn to you

loki x fem!reader

word count: 7.7k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (fingering, oral (f receiving), voyerism kinda, mxf intercourse) general sexual content, swearing, mention of weapons, odins a shitty dad

a/n: in case u haven’t noticed I cannot write a short fic so i hope yall have a fucking snack!!!! i’m doing a re watch of the loki show so this is what u get YAY ENJOY!!! btw this gif exactly looks like a part of this fic so im gonna put a little a/n at the scene so u can picture it like i did okay im going now!!

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“Please rise and join me in welcoming the Asgardian Royal Family.” You hear from behind the two giant doors in front of you, and instantly you snap into action. Your back straightens and mind goes blank, allowing years of training to guide you through the motions. You are proud of your job, you worked so hard for so long, sacrificed friendships and relationships, all for this. The most prestigious job in all the realms, guarding Odin and his family.

You were damn good at it too. Top of your class, you were at the front of every battle, leading your own battalion at 21. You were lethal, you had to be, a girl becoming a warrior was its own set of battles no one else in your class had to face. Even Odin himself doubted your abilities, you had to present your case in front of his family in order to progress into the royal guard, and it was only when the youngest of them hand selected you as part of his personal guard that they gave you the chance to prove yourself.

Ever since then, you have been working twice as hard as anyone else, wanting to prove to the rest of the family you were worth their trust, and not wanting to let your oath-sworn prince down.

Your relationship with Loki was… complicated. He was your prince, and you would die for him if the time came. He was also the only reason for your career in the guard, and you owed him for that. But, it was also true what the rumours said about the god of mischief, because he was also the bane of your existence.

He made your job so, so hard. Ever since your induction he had tested your attitude , your abilities and your patience. He snuck out constantly, and as leader of his guard it was your job to keep him safe, so you would have to be the one chasing him out of bars, constantly breaking up fights, killing countless men who tried to take him out because of something he’d most definitely caused, and just generally being a royal pain in your ass. He called you uptight, a bore, and maybe that was true, but this was your job, and you had given everything to be here, so you’d be damned if he ruined it over a night in bed with a few courtians.

Marching into the large throne room, Loki was right behind you, and you could hear him muttering and grumbling about whatever niche detail about the day had put him in a sour mood. Whenever he was in a bad mood your attention was heightened ten fold, because a bored Loki was a dangerous one. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for anything out of place as you ascended towards Loki’s throne, taking your place behind him. He smirked at you as he sat down, turning around and motioning for you to lean down so he could speak.

“How is my dutiful guard today? Kill any mindless oafs this morning?” You retain the urge to roll your eyes, the entire court of Asgard currently milling around in front of you, waiting for Odin to begin.

“Not yet. But it’s early.” He laughs and winks at you, and you wish you could rip out the butterfly that floats in your stomach as he does so and stomp it under your boot. You do NOT have a crush on him, and the last thing you would do is jeopardise your position, Lokis reputation as a ‘ladies and man’s man’ already causing false rumours about how you really got your position. You don’t listen, and know that if anyone ever said it to your face you would show them exactly how you earnt this spot, but you can’t help noticing his objective attractiveness. After all, there’s a reason he beds so many people.

“How long is this.. thing supposed to go? It seems futile I even have to attend.” Royal family members are required to attend Odins address, and although you agree they can be, well, boring, you both had to sit through them for what was most likely hours as he addressed all the concerns of the court and updated them on the things he and the guard had been doing the past week. You didn’t need to hear it, you lived it, but your main job here was protecting Loki, and that was definitely not boring.

“You know Odin. He loves to talk to his people.” You stay objective, even though Loki bad mouths the King every day.

“More like loves the sound of his own voice.” He scoffs and crosses his legs, leaning back in his chair with his head resting on his hand, clearly uninterested. Spending so much time around him, you’ve begun to recognise signs of trouble, and with Loki that trouble is almost always magical. Your mother was a mage, so you know what magic looks like and can even practise a little, nothing compared to his power but enough that you can quell some of his smaller and stupider advances. So when you see a small bowl of fruit begin floating up from the banquet table mid way though Odins offical address, you tighten the hands on your staff.

“Loki…” you grit through your teeth, trying to keep your face neutral. You see him look at you, and a hand flicks up, sending the bowl high in the air. You reach out your own magic, a hue of red mixing with his green around the now levitating fruit. He pouts.

“You never have any fun, my love. Lets liven this party up a bit, shall we?” Ignoring the well in your chest at his endearing nickname, the feeling is quelled when he pegs a giant, round shaped fruit at the largest man in the room, a bald lord with his back to the other side. Immediately he turns, and shoves the man behind him, who reacts by smashing his fist into his face. Loki claps and laughs, clearly amused, and with a flick of your own hand you signal to your men on the ground to break up the fight.

You have them trained well, and they weave through the crowd with expert efficiency, but before they can reach them the fight ripples through the crowded floor, and you can count roughly fifteen perpetrators already. You can’t help but shoot Loki a deadly glare as you move from your post behind him, shouting an order to the rest of your men who were holding back. The crowd is soon flooded with the golden armour of your commanded army and they pull dozens of lords and ladies apart, some being dragged from the room and others arrested. You think you might have to get in there and take them on yourself when a booming voice from behind shouts a single worded order, making both you and Loki shudder under its authority.

“SILENCE!” Odin shouts, and the entire room stills. The slam of his own staff into the marbled floor cracks it, and when Odin turns to face Loki, you thank the stars for your training making you able to hold your face plain in spite of the melting fear he strikes into you. “Am I wrong to suppose this was your doing, boy?”

You don’t miss the little wince that Loki tries to cover at the demeaning address, and he straightens on his chair. He opens his mouth to respond but Odin just raises a hand at him, and then looks at you.

“Once again, your short comings to control the court have impacted me. Do you have anything to say for yourself, guard?” Odin has only spoken directly to you a handful of times, all of them being when you haven’t been able to stop Loki in time from causing whatever trouble he’d decided to created, but this was personal. He remembered your failings, and you couldn’t help but think it was more because of what you were than your actions.

“My king, I apologise for the disturbance. My men-“

“Your men have been fighting like children with the lords for the past thirty seconds. Is this a reflection of your training?” You take a quick look at the guard, the fighting has mostly stopped apart from the two guards currently holding down the bald men who started the fighting. You have trained them not to use any kind of lethal force unless absolutely necessary, and you knew if you had commanded it your men would have cut down anyone in the room efficiently, but this was their court, and it was just a dumb fight, no life needed to be lost over this.

You didn’t say any of this though, you only shook your head and began formulating a reply.

“My king, I-“

“She was acting according to my actions. If your looking to throw blame, I would bare it.” Loki cuts you off and he stands, his posture casual. He has only stood up to his father once before on your behalf, and that was when you petitioned to join the guard all those years ago, but you are still shocked when he does it so publicly, feeling the entire rooms eyes on you.

“Often I do blame you, as you so often are the cause. But perhaps I am wrong, if she cannot control someone as malleable as you, how would she command my legions? Lead my men in battle? Perhaps we need to reassess your capabilities, if this is the result of such a small indiscretion.” The wind leaves you when he stops talking, the words cutting you open and flaying you from the inside out. Your eyes burn and your legs threaten to give out under you, the embarrassment of being chided in front of hundreds of Asgards most respected and the men you had trained, who followed your orders.

“I am sorry to have disappointed you, my King. I will deal with this immediately.” You bow your head and your grip is painfully tight on the hilt of your dagger. You waited to be dismissed, hearing Lokis uneven breath beside you.

“See that you do. You may go, take these miscreants with you. Oh, and take my youngest, I have many matters to discuss, and it seems only Thor is mature enough to hear them.” You look up once, seeing the golden prince on the other side, his face pulled together in an apologetic grimace, looking straight at you. Thor had always been kind to you, knowing his brothers indiscretion’s better than anyone, apart from you. You nod and bow again, taking the stairs two at a time, hearing Loki trail behind you.

You shout orders to your men, and a few of them mumble apologies to you as you direct them. They have nothing to apologise for, it was a small fight in court and they handled it exactly how they should have, with the cleanliness and respect these people deserve, and without a single drop of blood spilt. They remove anyone who is still acting aggressive, although everyone has mellowed since the Kings outburst. Within another ten seconds the room is cleared, and you close the doors of the throne room when the last royal guard drags the bald man out.

Loki says your name, softer than he ever has. You face him, the mixed feelings of anger and embarrassment exhausting you, and you can’t hide the tear that falls down your face when you meet his gaze.

“What else, Loki? What could you possibly have to say to me?” He swallowed and took a step towards you before he spoke.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen. I swear it.” You laugh drily, and your throat burns in anticipation of your reply.

“Well, surprisingly your word means very little to me right now.”

“I wouldn’t have embarrassed you like that. I, of all people, would never incur my fathers wrath on anyone.” This you know is true, having been witness to a number of his fathers verbal dressing downs, having to stand there emotionless while Odin screamed at Loki for the smallest of mistakes. If you were honest you understood why he acted the way he did, but it made none of your work any easier.

“You still did it, though. Didn’t you? I’ve said this a thousand times, but no matter what, you will do whatever you want, never thinking about the kinds of consequences everyone around you has to deal with.” You’ve never spoken to him like that, he was your prince, your oath-sworn, but Odin threatened your job. That was the last straw.

“I will fix it. I will speak to my father. He will never threaten your position again.” Loki goes to walk away, but stops as he sees your shaking head and wry smile.

“It doesn’t matter. His opinion of me will never change, today just proved it to him.”

“What does that mean?” Was he seriously that unobservant?

“Odin will never see me as a true royal guard. He was waiting for me to make a mistake, prove his misinformation , and now I have. Didn’t you hear the way he spoke about me? ‘She’. He thinks of me as just that, a woman, out of her place. I never even would have made it out of basic training if you didn’t take pity on me, God knows why.” Another tear burns it’s way down your face and you let it, hoping the humiliation of crying in front of your prince will make you melt into the floor and disappear forever. Loki says nothing and you begin to walk back down the hallway, having to deal with the dozens of arrested lords awaiting your orders. “Forget it. Try not to get yourself killed over the next few hours. I need to work this out.” Marching past him, you follow the voices of your guards murmuring your name.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Hours go by, listening to the droning of the petty issues of the court, them trying to justify why the fight got so out of hand. Unlike the royal family, you outrank these people, therefore you don’t have to take any of their lies. Standing from your seat, you march over and draw your dagger.

“Okay. I’ve had enough. Do you know the kind of scene you caused during the royal address?” The two lords kneeling in front of you begin to speak, but you hold your dagger out to them and they swallow their words. “It was violent. Unhinged. You saw how upset the King was. Some say he considers this mutiny. He has even called for public executions of the perpetrators. Says the safety of his court depends on how he treats his criminals.”

None of this was remotely true, Odin probably forgot about the whole thing the minute he got into the wine, but it does the trick, both of the lords a mess of quivering lips and sincere apologies. You roll your eyes, letting the blade dangle in your hands, a visual threat of their imagined future.

“Lock them in the cells for the night. Maybe a night with the worst of them will inspire more courtly behaviour.” The guards grab them and wait for your order to drag them out. “And if I see either of you step a royal toe out of line, I will cut it off. Am I understood?” They nod rapidly and you cut a look at your guards, who instantly drag them out and down to the cells. They would be fine, fed a meal of royal proportions and given a bed and bath, but you have no doubt they would recount it as the most terrifying experience of their lives, and that would be enough for you. You had enough royal shit for one day, and you leave the room, instructing your second in command to take over. He lands a hand on your shoulder, stopping you before you can leave.

“You didn’t deserve that. You know we have your back.” He is sincere and locks his eyes on you. Smiling, his words reassure that you are at least doing something right.

“Thankyou, Sam. But it’s fine, my ego is wounded more than anything.”

“That God of Mischief will get himself kicked out of the royal family soon enough, and he’ll be someone else’s problem. Once Thor ascends the throne, it will be a new era, and you will be at the front of it, all of us behind you.” You pull him in for a hug, Sam’s constant support and good advice a comfort over the years of training.

His words, however, give you pause as you leave the room, trudging down the steps to your quarters. Would Loki be kicked out of the royal family when Thor ascends? Thor loves him too much, but it does make you think that maybe Loki would leave of his own accord. Would you be forced to follow him, guard him off world? Would you do it willingly?

Yes, he drives you insane, and his constant trouble making was probably going to send you to an extremely early grave, but outside the confines of court, he was sincere. You owed him your life and your job, and even though today was technically his fault, there was no one to blame but Odin for the embarrassment you felt.

When you finally reach your room, you throw your staff in the corner and shed the top layers of your golden armour, letting the heavy weight drop off your shoulders and onto the floor, setting sun streaming in the window making the golden flecks dance in the mirror in front of you. Removing your weapons belt and sliding the heavy pants off, you step out of them leaving you in just the singlet you wear under your armour, tiny shorts and the dagger in your hand. You go to place it back in it’s hilt when you hear something.

It’s such a small sound, if you weren’t who you are you probably wouldn’t have picked up on it. The tiniest of clicks, you crouch and see the side of a boot underneath the door of your bathroom. You fall into battle mode instantly. Your sword is too far to reach in one movement, but the dagger will be enough to take down whoever is on the other side. Keeping low, the door is already opened slightly, and you push it open with your magic, a tiny red sparkle sending enough wind to swing it open, and you launch, grabbing the tall mass of person and slamming them into the wall, your dagger just inches away from their throat and your knee digging into their toned abdomen. Green armour contrasts under your skin, and you drag your gaze to the perpetrators face, inky black hair out of place, strewn over ice blue eyes you would be able to pick anywhere.

“Loki! What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom!?”

“Clearly I’m being held hostage. Do you mind?” He looks down to the dagger you hold at your princes throat, and he swallows, his throat kissing the blade. You don’t move, and instead push your knee into him harder.

“I am well within my rights to cut you down. Answer me. What are you doing in here?” Instantly your brain thinks he’s done something to your room, maybe stolen something, probably just going through your stuff for the fun of invading your privacy. He looks at you and these thoughts disappear, a look of sincerity flashing in his pretty blue eyes.

“I was hoping to- to..”

“Loki! What?!”

“I was coming to apologise! Do you want to remove the dagger from my throat now?!” He pushes against you and you let him, placing the silver metal on the sink next to you with a loud ‘clang’.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Gone was your formal tone, currently standing in front of him in nothing but a singlet and shorts, only they were hardly shorts, doing nothing to cover anything but the bare minimum.

“Yes, well, do you often try to stab your visitors? No wonder you don’t get many.” He walks closer to you, picking up the dagger and inspecting it.

“You were hiding out in my bathroom! Visitors tend to come when your home, and fully clothed! Also what do you know about how many friends I have.” You defend. He was right, your job allowed for practically zero interaction with anyone apart from those you were employed with.

“You don’t think I keep just as close an eye on you as you do on me? I’m insulted.”

“Why do you care who visits me?”

“I don’t.” Loki drops your dagger and your gaze. His hand draws the pattern of jewels that line the spine of it, and you can’t pull your eyes off the way his hands move. You kind of hate him right now, but his touch is light, the dagger not moving under his fingers. You suck in a breath when he moves his hand towards you and then pulls it back. It takes you a minute to find words, any words.

“So, you came to apologise?” He seems to be struggling the same, and he physically shakes his head to remember where he is.

“Yes. I’m sorry, for today. I jeopardised your position.” You sigh, relaxing your stance even though you are very aware of how little clothes you have on, and of Lokis wandering gaze.

“It’s fine. I was angry before, but it’s fine.”

“No. It’s- my father is not a good man. He would absolutely strip you of your titles, of everything you worked for.” You suddenly start to feel nervous.

“Is this supposed to be helping?”

“Um, no. What I’m trying to say is he would do these things, but not because you deserve them. I should never have tested him today and I-“ he swallows. You’ve never seen him anything but cocky and confident, only when he is being berated by his father does that demeanour drop. You have to ask, because your partly confused, and a very small part of you is lit on fire by his words.

“Why would he do that, then? Why embarrass me, why threaten my entire life over a courtly argument, if not because I deserve it?”

a/n: this is where i picture the gif at the start :( “Because he hates me, and will destroy anything I hold dear to keep me in line.” Your mouth drops open a little and you step back. The room spins a little and you blink a couple times to make sure you aren’t dreaming. Was that supposed to be a confession?

“Loki. I am your guard.”

“Yes. I know.” He doesn’t move and your grateful he gives you a moment to adjust. “I just wanted to apologise. I will leave you, but know this.” His hand reaches out to you and you don’t even think before you extend your own towards him, keeping the air between you. He brushes a light kiss to your knuckles and his lashes close when he connects with your skin.

“Know what?” you whisper and his lips leave you. You find yourself longing for more of it, more of him in a way you’ve never allowed yourself to think of.

“Know that I would bring this court, this family to its knees for you, if you would only say the word. They would never dare to embarrass you, to question you, to look in your direction. If you were mine, they would worship you, as would I.” With that, he turns and leaves, and with your inhale you try to scramble air into your lungs, feeling like your breath leaves with him.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

You didn’t sleep a wink, tossing and turning, your brain never being about to stop thinking about Lokis confession. You can’t say he didn’t turn up feelings inside of you that you hated to admit, but everything is so complicated with him.

There are days where you think you could kill him. Spending countless nights chasing him down, having to deal with enemy after enemy, constantly being on edge. He’s the reason you are so uptight, that and your job practically forcing you to be a stickler for the rules. But there are also times that you see him, the real him, and you know he’s more than the front he puts on.

The day he chose you for his personal guard, he’d said that the last thing he was, was traditional, and that he wasn’t going to pick the biggest guy in the room, but he was going to pick the smartest. There was the day when those two kids broke a priceless jewel in the throne room, and he spent the entire night projecting illusion after illusion to make sure they didn’t get in trouble from their father, who so obviously reminded him of his own. Then there was last night, his delicate touch such a contrast from the power you know those hands hold, and his words that dripped promise and valour. He made you absolutely crazy.

Was this thing something that was even possible for you? There were already rumours of how you slept your way to the top, were you willing to possibly destroy your entire career to explore this? Your job meant everything to you, you told yourself, but it’s only because it was so consuming that you never had the time to think of anything outside of it. Now that the opportunity had presented itself, however, in the form of a gorgeously irritating god, you started to realise what you might be forfeiting.

You could see the top of Lokis head in the seat in front of you as you stood in the throne room again, praying today went off without a hitch. Some general was talking about some battle you effortlessly led and won a few weeks ago, but your name is never mentioned, only attributing the success to himself, even though you were technically his superior. Is this the kind of court you want to dedicate your eternity to? To a man you fear, a man who treats his own sons like they must compete for his compassion? Lokis words have seemingly opened your eyes, and as much as you love the life style that comes with being who you are, and the sacrifices you’ve made to get here, you start to think that maybe it isn’t enough for you if you have to give up anything else.

You haven’t spoken to Loki since he left last night, you barely made it in time to march in today. Like he can feel your thoughts turning over, he looks up at you, his eyes piercing straight into your own. You can see him there, so when his voice, smooth as velvet, comes in your ear, you nearly drop your staff in front of everyone.

“You know, it’s highly unprofessional to threaten your prince with a dagger.” He whispers and you can hear his smile. You don’t respond, because the hundreds of faces staring up at the man giving a speech would surely notice if you starting talking to your self. You know it’s an illusion now, the shimmer on top of the head in front of you hinting that the real Loki stands behind you, so close you can feel the warmth of him. Most people can’t tell which one is real, the difference only noticeable to you because you spent so much time staring at the wrong ones. You just scoff at him, and he catches on. “You can speak freely.”

His hand comes on your shoulder and the familiar touch of his magic fills your body. You can no longer be seen or heard by the crowd, taking a step back and seeing a perfect illusion of yourself standing behind the perfect illusion of him, unmoving.

“Well I would say it’s unprofessional to break in to your guards room and stare at her in her underwear, so I guess we’re even.” You turn to face him and a smirk crosses his face, one he usually pulls when he’s about to do something that will end poorly for the both of you.

“If that is what your underwear looks like, no wonder you don’t have many visitors.” You think back, and remember the tattered white singlet you wore and small black shorts. You cross your arms.

“Why are you so obsessed with who’s visiting me? You know what, never mind. We shouldn’t be doing this.” You turn to return to your post but he’s way too fast, appearing in front of you.

“You know why, my love.” He purrs, but he doesn’t make any physical moves. Your fists close around your staff, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure. “Does my dutiful guard have any choice words for her prince, or will she leave him out in the cold?”

“Loki.” His head dips to meet your gaze which is staring somewhere, anywhere but his face. He’s a foot taller than you, so he has to dip quite a bit, but when he finds you, your eyes follow him back up to where he stands.

“I won’t force you to answer. I know I do not offer much besides the destruction of everything you have built, but I would give you all the nine realms to command, if only you would be mine.” Gods, his words were so pretty and laced with promise, it made you weak at the knees. His face was honest, no longer a mask hiding his true intentions, and you were the only one who could see it.

“I wouldn’t need any of that.” You say quietly, and you can see his eyes widen a little, surprised to get any answer at all.

“But I would offer it regardless. You deserve it all.” You breath harder, and he steps closer.

“You know I fucking hate you sometimes, right?” He smiles a little and nods. “Like, you seriously drive me insane. Up the wall, batshit crazy. You make me feel…”

“What? How do I make you feel?” His hand comes under your chin, his fore finger curling under and holding your gaze up at him.

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly. You have no idea what it is, and you haven’t ever stopped long enough to figure it out. “It feels like I’ve swallowed fire every time I’m around you. I’ve never felt anything so..”

“Intense. Passionate.” You nod and blink at him. “I know, love. I feel it, too.” You sigh and his touch leaves you, you find your head tilting forward slightly to chase it. “As I said, I will not force your hand. I know what this would mean for you.” He goes to turn back to resume his position but your hand grabs his wrist, not letting him leave for a second time.

“I don’t know what this is, and you do make me crazy. Insane.” He isn’t looking at you, but instead your hand on his wrist. “But I do know one thing.”

“And that is?” His eyes find their way to you, and you know.

“That I want this. Want you. Want you to-“ His hand comes to your face, and he kisses you, snatching all the breath from your lungs as he devours you. He kisses you like he’s never tasted anything like it and he wants to savour it, not knowing how long it will last. You kiss him back with just as much ferocity, your lips and teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. His free hand drops to your hip and pulls you into him, your armour clashing against his own and there’s too much in between the two of you.

You press against him as much as you can, the hand on your hip snaking behind your back, and it’s only when people start clapping that you remember where you are, and that it’s not just you and Loki.

“Wait. Wait.” Somehow you find it in yourself to pull away, and the look in his eye, so focused on you makes you press another kiss to his lips before he can speak.

“What is it, my love?” Your eyes dart behind him before finding his face. Your view is obscured and you can only just see the heads of a few of the members of the crowd having walked back so far. He catches on and pulls you back to him. “They can’t see. I’ve made it so. Even if they could, let them watch. Let them see how devoted I am to you. Let them watch as I make you feel things no other would ever make you feel. Let them wish they were us.”

You are the one to pull him to you now, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming him into you. The kiss was messy and you loved it, it seemed just to the journey you were about to go on with him. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and his hand found his way into your hair, pulling slightly and you moaned in his mouth.

“Does that excite you, my sweet? Do you relish in the idea of showing all of those self serving wretches below you what they will never have? I think you like that.” He kisses down your neck and you can’t help the shiver that slips up your spine, the warmth of his mouth contrasted with the surprising cold touch of his hand on the back of your neck.

You are wearing too many clothes, he is not close enough. The hand on the back of your neck slips out of your hair and travels down your back, only feeling the occasional slip of his fingers when they come across an unarmed part. The anticipation of not knowing how fast or slow he was moving only drove the growing heat in your face and stomach, and when his hand stops on the hem of your trousers, you nearly whimper when he lifts the slip of your shirt and connects with bare skin.

“Do you have any idea how long I have waited to feel the warmth of your skin under mine?” You shake your head, completely under his spell. “Ever since that day you knelt before me and outsmarted every oaf in that room on your formation day. That look in your eye, you took them down with just that. You were the most glorious being I had ever witnessed.”

Your breath shuddered and his hand slipped under your pants, eyes never leaving yours, waiting for your word. You just kissed him again, and when his hand touched you from the outside of your underwear you felt his smile.

“Ah, did you dress up for me, darling?” You knew he was referencing the lacy underwear you were currently sporting, somehow being two steps ahead of him from his comment earlier.

“Only for you.” You murmur in his mouth and that’s all it takes for him to fall on his knees in front of you. Without him standing there, you can see the faces of people listening intently to whatever the guy was droning on about, and you thank the stars that none of the other royal family members are here.

Lokis hands expertly work your armour away, tugging your pants down so you stand in front of him in just your underwear from the waist down. You can see both of the illusion versions of yourselves staring blankly into the crowd and you hope to the gods no one asks you a question, not sure how Loki would make you respond.

“Such a pretty sight.” He kisses your hips, then the sliver of skin just above your underwear, and then one just over the top before sliding them down your thighs. His hand comes in between you, instantly finding the place you need him most. You cry out as he works you slowly, suddenly patient. “Spread your legs for me, let me show you how much I adore you.”

Your cheeks flush at his sweet words and you do as he commands. He looks up at you and doesn’t break eye contact as his tongue glides over your clit and you let go of a strangled moan, biting your lip.

“I want to hear you. Let everyone hear how good your prince makes you feel.” His name comes out in a string of gasps and cries as he slides two long, slender fingers inside of you. He’s still looking at you, and the intensity of his gaze paired with the public nature of what you are doing makes your head spin.

“Taste so sweet, my love.” His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and he uses his free hand to hold onto your thigh, forcing you down slightly. Your hands thread in his hair and you move your hips just a little to create more friction, and he moans along with you.

“Fuck! Loki - don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You beg and as soon as you say ‘please’ you hear him moan again, working you faster and faster. If that’s what he likes then that’s what you’ll give him if he keeps making you feel this alive. “Please! Please, my prince. Fuck..”

“You sound so pretty, begging for me. I’ll give you what you want.” He drives into you, fucking you with his hand and tongue until the heat becomes too much, so fast you cant register it and you cum all over his face, the hand on your back the only thing holding you upright.

Your orgasm hits you and it is overwhelming and all consuming. The faces of the crowd and your lifeless illusion disappear in a flash of white and you shout his name, grinding your hips on his face and pulling his hair wildly. He stands and grabs your face in his hand, still slick from being inside you, and the rawness of it is too much, your brain fizzling as he kisses you roughly. Your body still jerks a little going through the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm, so when he scoops you into his arms and you see the familiar green swirl of magic around you, you dont register you’ve moved until you land on the bed.

It takes you a moment to realise how you are on a bed, when seconds ago you were in the throne room listening to a speech about your stolen achievements. He must have transported you - no, teleported you to what you recognise as his chambers. They were twice the size of yours, and the bed was ten times as soft, the green and black bed sheets soft against your skin. Loki starts to take off his elaborate armour, but you jump off the bed and hold his wrists, him allowing you to move them away.

“Let me.” He nods, the soft look across his face pulls at your heart. You wonder if all those times he’s slept with people, if anyone has truly cared. If they had just been a quick and fast fuck, or if anyone had taken their time, drawn out their time with him. The way his eyes trace your hands as you slowly remove the top parts of his tunic make you think not.

You slide pieces of intricate clothes down his arms, over his shoulders and down his back. The more skin you reveal the more insatiable you become and he begins feeling the same, unclipping your armour and letting everything drop to the floor except the belt that holds the hilt of your dagger to your hip, the blade resting on your thigh. You were both naked, except for that dagger on your hip, and you move to unclip it when his hands stop you. He places a soft kiss under your jaw.

“Leave it on.” He whispers, and you fall back on the bed and he crawls on top of you. He was beautiful, there was no two ways about it, and you cant believe you ever doubted how much this moment right here would be worth. You would sacrifice everything for him, and you want to shout it from the rooftops. 

“I’ll give it up. The guard. If I have to.” You say in between kisses and he lays your head onto the pillows.

“You wont have it. I swear I will make this right for you.” He kisses your sternum then creates a line back up to your lips, the soft touches making you whimper and squirm underneath him. His hair falls over his face and tickles your cheeks as he watches you.

“I dont care. Whatever you want to do, I am sworn to you. No one else.” He slides into you as you say those words, and you both gasp and groan at the feeling of finally being close enough.

“No one else.” He echos, and pulls out all the way before rocking into you again, your eyes rolling back into your head seeing stars. 

He starts fucking you harder and you cant do anything but whimper and moan and shout his name. Your hands claw at his back and he kisses your collarbone as he holds himself above you by his forearms and slams into you, a groan leaving him every time he hits the wall of you.

“Thats right. Take it. How does it feel?” You know Lokis ego is big, but when he makes you feel this good, you will indulge whatever he asks of you.

“So fucking good! Please, give it to me.” You cry out as he picks up his pace, those stars covering your vision fading in and out as your second orgasm starts to build. 

“You take me so well, baby. You are made for me.” He murmurs against your skin and the name feels intimate, feels like you aren’t guard and prince, but just a boy and a girl finally falling together after years of pent up tension. 

You tighten around him, and the sound of Loki actually whimpering at the feel of you is enough to send you spinning into your next orgasm, him kissing your open mouth as you scream his name.

He chases you into his own release, the feeling of him cumming inside of you nearly enough to send you over the edge for the third time, and he doesn't stop fucking you until your hips stop moving and your body collapses underneath him, him sliding himself out and dropping next to you. Both of your bodies are hot and sweaty, but it doesn’t stop you both from pulling each other close, your face resting on his chest and both his arms wrapped around you, one hand lost in your hair. You stay like that a while, knowing as soon as you speak the spell will be broken and you will have to face whatever future you hold.

“I meant what I said.” You speak, and he kisses your forehead.

“I know, and so did I. You should not have to lose your career. Not for me.” You hate the way he thinks of himself, as if he is not worthy.

“I would. You are worth that for me. I dont need the armour or the swords or the respect. You are more than enough.” You are sure of it now, no job would beat the feeling of right now, laying in his arms as he breaths under you, heart beating in time with your own.

“And I do not need anything but this.” Your head flips to look at him, and he looks down at you.

“You mean-”

“Yes. I don’t need my family, this palace, these realms, not if I can have you.” You straddle him, flipping over and pinning him to the bed and you kiss him, soft and sweet.

“We can figure it out later. Sneaking around can be sexy, anyways.” You smile and he laughs, moving you on his chest as he does, and you never realised how little you see him smile like that, a genuine, happy smile.

“Who knew the captain of my guard was such a fiend?” You roll your eyes.

“Its cause Ive spent too much time around you.” He pulls you down for another kiss and you sigh into it, completely content. “We could just start our own realm. Take over ourselves.” He leans his forehead agains yours.

“You and me?” You nod.

“You and me.” He smiles and kisses you again, and for once in your life, you relax. 

[gubler-me-up]

Who’s Your Daddy? Pt. 4

Request: Who’s Your Daddy Pt. 4 (If you haven’t read the first three parts then get to it, henny! We’ll be here waiting for you to catch up, no rush)

A/N: Hi, hello, everyone! After a no show for March and April, I HAD to post pt. 4 in May because I’ve been postponing it for so long im very sorry! I was not expecting to get two jobs and being swamped with work. That being said I hope pt. 4 was worth the wait and you enjoy it 💕 pt. 5 will be the last part to this series btw and hopefully I’ll have it out faster than pt. 4

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader (Hotch’s daughter)

Category: Soft smut~

Content warning: Unprotected sex, swearing, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, clit stimulation, creampie 

Word count: 7.7k

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 5

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You stared at yourself in your bathroom mirror with your mouth slightly open as you applied your mascara. You had never gotten ready with such enthusiasm in forever. As soon as you woke up, you played some of your favourite songs as you started your day to hype yourself even more for your overdue date with Dr. Spencer Reid.

It had been a while since you were giddy over a date with a guy. After months of spending time together here and there, you were glad you grew on him. You hated to admit he grew on you more ways than you thought he would. Once you found yourself thinking about him at work, home, and even at the grocery store. You couldn’t even pick up a carton of eggs without having him on your mind.

The date had been delayed a few weeks because he was busy with work as per usual. You didn’t mind since you knew he was still dedicated to taking you out. He apologized each time he had to postpone and it seemed genuine to you, so you didn’t mind. All you told him was to make it up to you by loosening up and not showing up to the date with his work clothes. You wanted to him and yourself distanced from any image of his job to leave room for a more casual tone between the two of you.

As you applied your lipgloss you even started to wonder if he would like this shade on you or if he’d prefer you wearing something darker. It was crazy to you how much he went from not being a thought in your mind to you thinking of his thoughts about you. You guessed it was your fault for inserting yourself into his life over and over again until you needed to know him behind the scenes. You laughed at yourself as you finished applying your lipgloss.

“What a fucking guy,” you said to yourself.

You couldn’t even recall the last time you were excited about a date. The last few dates were with guys you had matched with on Tinder which never led to anything deeper than a couple of dates and more than one sexual encounter. For the longest time, you thought Spencer would be no exception but it was a different dynamic.

He worked to break down your tough exterior and give into him. He made you feel open in ways you didn’t think you’d ever let a guy do again. Now that you knew he was just as soft for you s you were for him, it felt as if you two were finally pursuing things further than you two expected to.

You heard a knock on your apartment door. You picked up your phone from the bathroom counter and then walked into your bedroom to pick up your purse. You heard another couple of impatient knocks at your door.

“I know you’re eager to go out with me but damn,” you yelled.

You rushed out of your bedroom to open the door before he knocked it down. To your surprise, it was Jack standing in front of you with his backpack draping over his shoulder. Your eyes widened as he looked at you with curiosity in your eyes.

“You have a date? With who?” He asked.

“Um, sir, I should be asking the questions around here considering you’re the one who is here unannounced,” you said.

“I was on my way to Justin’s house to play some video games and I thought I would stop by to hang out with you for a few minutes,” he said.

You looked at him with a pout and sorry eyes as you felt horrible for not being able to entertain him before he headed to his friend’s place. He stopped by here and there before to talk to you about anything and everything. Even though you two weren’t close in age and had lived apart for the majority of your lives, he always found value in talking to you.

You sighed softly to yourself as you reached into your purse to grab your keys. You grabbed the doorknob to close the door behind you. You turned around to lock it before turning back to Jack with a huge, enthusiastic smile.

“How about I walk you to your friend’s house and we can have classic sibling bonding time even if it’s for a few minutes?” You suggested.

“Y/N, I’m nearly 15. I don’t need my older sister to drop me off at my friend’s house. If you have a date, that’d okay,” he said.

You weren’t going to take that for an answer. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders as you started to walk. He had no choice but to follow your steps towards the elevator.

“I don’t care if your voice is deeper and you’re growing a little facial hair, you’re still my baby brother. Besides, my date can wait,” you said.

“Can I guess who your date is?” He asked.

“Nope,” you said.

As you reached the elevator, you pressed the down button. You looked at your phone in your hand and unlocked the screen to text Spencer about meeting you by the lake instead. You didn’t even have to look towards Jack to know he was trying to snoop a peek at who you were texting. You angled your phone away from him as you struggled to text with one hand.

“Is it Dr. Reid?” He asked.

“No,” you snapped.

“You sure? It seemed as if you two were flirting with each other at the party a few weeks ago,” he said.

“Oh, so you’re a profiler now?” You asked.

“No, but I’m not blind to flirting. I’ve done my fair share,” he said.

You gasped playfully at what he said. He smirked to himself, trying his best not to look at your exaggerated expression. As the elevator doors open, you dropped your arm from around him and placed both hands on your hip as you two entered.

“Well, well, well, look who’s the flirt now. Who’s the lucky person?” You asked.

“Once you tell me who your lucky person is, I’ll tell you mine,” he said.

“I’ll let you know in due time,” you said.

“And I’ll do the same,” he said.

You chuckled. “Touché.”

You scurried over to the rocks which separated the sand from the green grass on the other side. You looked around the crowd of people to see if you could find Spencer. It wasn’t hard to spot someone so tall who was probably wearing something way too heavy for the summer weather. It turned out to be harder than you expected it to be.

You walked down further to see if you could spot him. He texted you explaining where he was and you told him to share his location. Of course, he never made anything easy for you and wanted you to find him using old-fashioned direction techniques. If you had known he would do this you would have dusted off your old compass.

You walked until you reached the end of the rock path and still didn’t see any sight of him. You sighed as you took out your phone from your purse to text him. You knew you were late but he better not have left you hanging out of spite. You would make sure he would never hear the end of it.

As you were texting him, you felt a hand gently land on your mid-back. No matter how gentle it felt, you balled your firsts together as you turned to see who had the audacity to touch you. You turned to see a man in a blue baseball cap, a dark grey shirt, a pair of jeans and converse. Your fists softened as soon as you saw his face clearly and recognized his overgrown hair curling out of his cap.

“Spencer? Where’s the suit? The dress shirt? Is that facial hair?” You questioned.

“Were you about to hit me?” He asked.

“Yes, you don’t just sneak up on someone differently and expect me not to go into fighting mode,” you said.

“Do you not like it? You told me to dress super casual for once in my life. I didn’t think you’d reward me with your fists,” he said.

“Why didn’t you shout my name or something?” You said.

“I did but you were too busy speed walking to hear me. You passed me back there,” he said.

He turned his head and pointed towards the direction you just came from. You looked at him puzzled as soon as he turned around to look at you. You relaxed your puzzled confusion when you realized you were looking for a man in a suit, not casual wear. You never expected him to take your advice of loosening up for you.

“Guess I was looking for the usual you,” you said.

“Well, I thought I’d follow your request and show a different side of me,” he said.

You smiled as you grabbed his upper arm to pull him close to you. You guided him to walk back the way you both came from. You gently squeezed his bicep to keep him close to you.

“I have to say I’m impressed you take direction so well,” you joked.

“Better than you ever could,” he chuckled.

You playfully gasped. “If I recall correctly I was on my knees faster than the speed of light when you told me to.”

“I was talking more about not giving me subpar reads but we’ll go with that example as well,” he said.

“Ugh, all this slander already and you haven’t even kissed me,” you said.

You looked at him with your signature pouty look and seductive eyes to lure him into your lips. He rolled his eyes playfully at your expression. If he looked at you the same way you looked at him, you would have already pulled him in for a full PDA session.

He leaned in and kissed you on the top of your forehead. You furrowed your eyebrows as you didn’t want him to kiss your forehead. You wanted him to show you how much you meant to him in public as much as you meant to him in private. He then gently on your nose. And then he stopped in his tracks to grab your face to kiss you quickly but with a hit of passion in the way his mouth moved against yours.

“Satisfied?” He asked.

“You know I’m greedy, Doctor but I guess it’ll do for now,” you said.

He chuckled. “Let’s take a seat by the lake. Try not to jump all over me.”

You chuckled. “Only if you promise not to do the same.”

“I would but I think you’d enjoy it quite a bit.”

“Oh, you know me so well.”

As you two sat by the lake, it felt as if you were back in the book store. The way you two easily exchanged conversation was beautiful. He still had a million things to talk to you about in vast details and you still interrupted to say your own take on the topic. You even gave him book recommendations you knew he had already read because he reads everything but you thought you would tell him anyway.

Everything felt easier in the moment you two were talking and throwing rocks into the lake. You don’t think you had felt so natural around a man in a long time. No stiff dinner date, club grinding, or quiet movie date could compare to taking in the summer breeze with Spencer.

The way he would look at you the whole time when you were talking to make sure you knew he was invested in your words. The way his large hands would hold your knee as he rambled. It felt as if the progression of your time together was coming full circle.

“You know, when I didn’t see you I thought you changed your mind,” you told him as you threw a rock into the lake.

“Why would you think that?” He asked.

“I don’t know. People change their minds all the time,” you said.

“I wouldn’t stand you up just because you were being a big sister. It’s actually pretty good on your part that you have a relationship with Jack despite the age gap,” he said.

“Psychologists do say a five-year gap and beyond restarts the birth order process, so technically speaking we’re only children in our respective worlds,” you said.

He looked at you impressed with the information you just told him. You knew he knew your little fact, so you smirked and rolled your eyes.

“You’re not the only one who knows these things,” you joked.

“Never said I did but you’re right. You do a good job at keeping the bond strong though considering you went to boarding school overseas and then went away to college all before Jack was 10,” he said.

You shrugged. “I’m just trying to do my part as a big sister regardless of age and distance. Never too late, you know?”

“I actually don’t. I don’t have any siblings,” he said.

“I know that. You told me that when I asked if you had any siblings. I may not have an eidetic memory but my memory game is still strong,” you said.

“I wasn’t doubting your memory, I was doubting your listening skills,” he chuckled.

You playfully gasped and nudged him with your elbow. You were going to reply to his snarky remark with an even lower comment but your attention went somewhere else as soon as you looked down. The yellow petals of a flower buried in the sand were calling you and you had to bring your attention to it. You dusted off the sand concealing it to expose its true beauty. You picked it up by the stem to inspect it up close.

“Ah, a gladiolus. Are you going to add it to your scrapbook?” Spencer asked.

You looked at him confused. “What?”

“You told me you liked collecting flowers and pressing them in your scrapbook. You said you usually collect ones that remind you of good times in your life,” he said.

“I know I did but why would you think I’d save it?” You asked.

You couldn’t help breaking into a small giggling fit as soon as you saw him roll his eye but smile at your witty remark. You dusted off the rest of the sand off the petals as you admired its beauty. You were definitely going to put it in your scrapbook to remember the day but as you thought about it longer you became weary.

Maybe things between you two wouldn’t work out as planned. Maybe what you two had passionately started would burn out just as quick. You twirled the flower around in your hand as your thoughts twirled around in your mind.

In your blank stare, you noticed his hand come into your sight as he placed it in his lap. You snapped back down to earth and took your eyes off of the flower to set your sights on him. He looked at you softly with the same genuine look in his eyes.

“You know, I did mean it,” he said.

“Mean what?” You asked.

“On the cup. I’m soft for you as much as you are for me. You don’t have to keep second-guessing it,” he said.

“How soft are you for me really? People can fake those feelings easily you know,” you said.

“Y/N, I respect you too much to play with your feelings. I respect anyone’s feelings and wouldn’t go out of my way to hurt anyone,” he said.

You smiled. “I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me. That and calling me a stupid whore.”

He chuckled and squeezed your knee before getting up. He reached out for your hand in such a charming manner you couldn’t help but grab hold of it. He singlehandedly brought back chivalry as he pulled you up and fixed your dress for you.

“Let’s go get some ice cream to cool your thoughts down,” he chuckled.

“Now you’re speaking my love language,” you said.

As you stood up, you let go of his generous hand for a second to place the gladiolus in your purse with care. You then immediately grabbed his hand again before he walked off without you or something. The look of happiness on his face with that big, goofy smile of his assured you otherwise.

You stepped onto the rock to lead the way towards the ice cream truck close to the entrance. He kept up with your pace as he followed next to you. Walking hand-in-hand with him was nice and everything but you thought of how everything you two did consisted of thrill, excitement, and rapid heartbeats.

You let go of his hand. He looked at you with confusion and concern on his face but you could tell he was slowly cluing into your random spontaneity. You smiled as you started to pick up your pace, leaving him a few inches behind you.

“Let’s have a race. Loser pays,” you said.

“Y/N, I-”

You sprinted off before he could finish his sentence. You held down your dress as you ran, trying not to expose your goods to him on the first date as he ran behind you. Or you assumed he was running behind you.

You looked back to confirm whether or not he agreed to your little bet. You giggled as you saw him lightly jogging close behind you. You could tell he wasn’t much of a runner and that he wasn’t putting his entire effort into running because he wanted to pay. You were just glad he was putting in the effort for you to add a little energy into the date.

As you reached the extensive line in front of the ice cream truck, you stopped running and turned around to see Spencer slowly approach you in line. You grinned and gave him a small round of applause as he stopped in his spot next to you.

“You made it, slowpoke,” you said.

“I would have beaten you if I was wearing running shoes,” he said.

“You would have won if you tried a little harder,” you chuckled.

“That too. I guess I’m buying you a vanilla cone,” he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why a vanilla cone?”

“Isn’t that your favourite soft serve flavour?” He asked.

“Um, maybe but I’ve never told you that. At least I don’t think I have,” you said.

“You didn’t have to. You may be spontaneous and adventurous but there’s a part of you who likes the simplistic things in life. Vanilla ice cream is the most simplistic flavour out there,” he said.

“Ugh, and this whole time I thought you were just showing off your psychic abilities. Well, if you’re going to profile my ice cream flavour then I’m going to do the same thing to you. Your favourite flavour is chocolate,” you said.

He chuckled. “That’s because I told you I prefer chocolate anything.”

“Okay but I was still right, so I guess we’re both profilers now. That being said, since you’re such a good profiler, what do you think I’ve been dying to ask?” You said.

He looked at you confused. You looked at him with a smile as you waited for him to click into what you were talking about. If he was so smart he would know exactly what you were referring to and he would tell you. As soon as a reminiscent smile appeared on his face, you knew he understood what you were talking about.

“Well, Penelope bombarded me with questions about you and me and what we are and if your dad knew and so on. Then I slipped out how we never actually went on a date and she asked why. I kept on dodging the question because I didn’t want to but eventually I told her,” he said.

“Why did you hesitate?” You asked.

“Because I know how my job is and what you’ve been through because of the same job your dad does, so I was worried about putting you in the middle of it again,” he explained.

“And what did Penelope say when you finally told her your reason?” You asked.

“She told me to get out of my big brain and ask her out already, stupid,” he said.

“I would have said the same thing. You’ve been preaching to me about being vulnerable and open, so I think it’s time for you to do the same, don’t you think?” You said.

“You’d think I was the stupid whore this whole time,” he chuckled.

“I mean, if the shoe fits,” you said.

You both laughed but you could tell there was something he wanted to ask as well. As you two moved up in the line, you stared intently at him trying to figure out what he wanted to say and if he would say it. He looked at you but didn’t appear as if he was ready to ask his question.

As you two moved up in the line again, you decided to bring in the age-old question you two had discussed before. You wanted to know if his feelings changed about the topic or if he still had the same doubts. Between the time he stormed into the bookstore livid at you to his more relaxed demeanour now could mean his mind has changed.

“Do you think it’s still a big deal?” You asked.

“I do but knowing Hotch, he’d rather see you happy than interfere,” he said.

“I do like that response. I’d be surprised if he didn’t pick up anything between us yet especially after uncle Dave’s party. Jack definitely did,” you said.

“What?” He asked in shock.

“Yeah, when Jack stopped by I told him I was going on a date and he asked if it was with you because he saw how flirtatious we were with each other. Nice job at keeping it lowkey,” you chuckled.

“I should be really saying that to you. From the minute you looked at me it was obvious,” he said.

“What can I say? I’m a simple woman. I see a good-looking guy playing with kids and I want to have his babies. Simple biology really,” you joked.

He sighed but broke into a small laugh at your remark. You loved how your silly remarks grew on him and he found them amusing as time went on. You hoped there were many more opportunities to amuse him in the future.

As you two reached the front of the ice cream truck, you felt like a kid again. Even though you knew what you wanted, the colourful menu caught your eye. If it were just you, you would have gotten the Spongebob popsicle but you didn’t want to get your hands overly sticky on your date. The only exception was if Spencer was the reason your hands were going to get sticky.

“May we get one vanilla soft serve cone and one chocolate soft serve cone, please?” Spencer said.

“Actually, make the vanilla cone a twist, please,” you said.

He looked at you confused as he handed a five-dollar bill to the guy inside the ice cream truck. You smiled as you shrugged your shoulders at him. You did love vanilla better than a twist but you just wanted to throw him off for fun and he knew it.

The guy handed you both your cones in no time. Spencer asked for a couple of napkins before you both thanked him and walked off to exit the park. You took a few licks of your cool ice cream, mainly on the vanilla side first. You looked at Spencer to see him stifling his snarky laugh as he watched you favour one side of your ice cream.

“Enjoying your ice cream?” He asked.

“Of course, I love twists,” you said as you started licking the other side.

“I can tell,” he chuckled.

“Are you enjoying your chocolate ice cream?” You asked.

“More than you are,” he said.

“Um, for your information I’m saving the best side for last,” you said.

“I think you should enjoy it before it’s all gone,” he said.

“How would it be gone so fast?” You asked.

He answered your question by tipping your cone up, smearing ice cream on your mouth and the tip of your nose. You gasped as you stopped in your tracks. You looked at him as he tried to tame his laughter as you glared deep into his soul.

You could tell he was starting to feel bad so he offered up some of the napkins he had gotten. You didn’t want it though. You wanted him. When he was close enough, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a strong, passionate kiss before pushing him away.

You grinned as you saw your ice cream imprint now on his face. He looked shocked at first but when he saw your smile, he couldn’t help reflecting it. You grabbed a napkin from his hand.

“Now we match,” you giggled.

He chuckled as he cleaned up his mouth and you did the same thing for yourself. When you were done cleaning your face, you stepped away from him in case he decided to do it again as you took a few more licks of your ice cream.

“I promise I won’t do it again,” he said.

“I know you won’t but I can’t promise the same,” you said.

He chuckled. “How about we call a truce?”

You narrowed your eyes. “How can I be so sure I can trust you?”

“Because I have a gift for you back at my place and I would hate for you not to trust me enough and missing out on it,” he said.

“Is it your dick down my throat?” You asked.

He gave you a look which told you it wasn’t that. You chuckled as you playfully rolled your eyes to let him know you were only poking light fun.

“I’ll bite. Can I get a hint as to what it is?” You asked.

“Not a chance. It’s a surprise but I know you’ll like it,” he said as he started walking again.

“Why’d you get me a gift?” You asked as you trailed behind him.

“It’s a gift I wanted to give you at Dave’s the other night but you left before I could give it to you,” he said.

“This sounds like the premise of Cinderella. Are you gifting me my glass slipper I left behind?” You asked.

“I don’t think Cinderella left under the same circumstances you did but to answer your question, it isn’t shoes. It’s something more intertwined with your world,” he hinted.

“That could be a lot of things. You’re going to have me guessing all the way to your apartment, aren’t you?” You asked.

“Of course. I like when you work for things,” he said.

“Well, expect a very annoying walk to your place,” you warned.

“I’ve been anticipating it,” he chuckled.

As you two entered his apartment building, the rain which had been predicted had started spilling from the sky. You were disappointed because you wanted to see the sunset on an overall beautiful day. You loved seeing the orange, red, and purple sky fading as the summer night rolled around.

You were glad about being dry in his apartment complex though so you couldn’t complain. You had little faith in the weather app ever since it said it was supposed to rain all week and it didn’t. You were tired of carrying your umbrella around and the one time you didn’t, it was pouring. You didn’t know if Spencer knew if it was supposed to rain or not but you were grateful for the shelter.

He led you towards the elevator and clicked the up button. You looked at him with the same curiosity at the park. He hadn’t ended up asking you the question you knew was on his mind. He was great at holding out on asking questions while you gave in every time. He noticed your stare and furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

“I’m just waiting for you to ask,” you said.

“Ask what?” He questioned.

The elevator doors opened and you both stepped inside. He pressed the second-floor button. As you watched the elevator doors close, you decided you would just ask the question for him. It seemed as if he was worried to even bring it up to you but you had no ill feelings towards what he wanted to know.

“Do I forgive my dad for what happened to my mom,” you said.

He looked at you with silence but his eyes told you everything. You asked the question he wanted to know for him but his eyes were overcome with a look of sorrow for you. You sighed and looked away for a second before looking back at him with no sight of bitterness on your face.

“I do forgive him. It was hard but I love my dad and knew he never meant for it to happen,” you said.

“This job is painful, especially for those on the outside,” he said.

“I know but don’t start pushing me away because of it, bring me close to find comfort away from it,” you said.

He opened his mouth to respond to what you said but the elevator doors opened. You stepped out before he could respond to you. You knew he wasn’t going to protest what you said but you wanted to end the topic. You could already feel yourself becoming emotional over it and didn’t want to end your date with him in tears on his apartment floor.

He walked beside you to lead the way to his apartment door as if you hadn’t been there twice before. You could probably still recall where everything was in his apartment. As you two reached his door, he pulled out his keys from his jeans pocket. Before he put it in the keyhole, he looked at you.

“Would you ever change your last name back to Hotchner?” He asked.

You smirked. “Why would I do that when I can change it to Reid?”

He looked at you surprised. It didn’t seem as if that was even a possible response from you he expected to hear. He chuckled as soon as he snapped out of his shock and unlocked his door.

He gestured for you to walk inside first as the gentleman he was. It was weird to think but you felt right at home. The way you felt made it seem as if you had lived there before and experienced many feelings in this one space. To be fair, you had experienced many feelings and other things in this one space that made you feel exhilarated.

He locked the door behind himself and walked towards the couch. He gestured you to come over. You walked over to the couch as he fluffed up the pillows on it. You plopped your purse on the coffee table as you watched.

“Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess in here,” he said.

You looked around his space to try and find the mess. Other than the over-piling of books everywhere, it was pretty well-kept. You looked back over at him to see him walk away from the couch to go into his bedroom. In no time, he popped back out with a book in his hand.

He took a seat next to you and handed the book to you with great delight. You smiled at his enthusiasm as you took it from his hands. It was a collection of poems by T.S. Eliot from 1909-1962. It seemed worn from the way the spine bent and the multiple creases on the cover. Whoever owned this book loved reading it and re-reading it which made you happy.

“I wrote an essay about one of T.S. Eliot’s poems for my poetry class during my undergrad once,” you said.

“The Waste Land. You told me and you said it was the first time you fell in love with poetry but never really indulged in all his works. I went through my books after that and found I still had this book. I wanted to give it to you when you got accepted into your Master’s program to give you a light read whenever you feel overworked. Open it,” he said.

You opened it to reveal the first page. It revealed a handwritten note on the page. It was definitely in Spencer’s penmanship which made it feel even more precious to you.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other

Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

And babble the same speech without need of meaning. - T.S. Eliot

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Your cheeks burned from how strained they were from it. You looked up at him and could finally feel the tears trying to make their debut. You quickly wiped your eyes to prevent them from stealing the show.

“Thank you so much. It means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me,” you whispered.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him in for a long hug. He wrapped his hands around your back, gently rubbing it to comfort you. It wasn’t the best gift you’ve ever received in the world but knowing he wanted to give you a piece of him was more than anyone could ever offer you. You worked with books every day so you knew how much this book meant to him and was happy to give it to you to live a new life.

You leaned away from the hug but kept your hands wrapped around his neck. His face was only an inch away from yours and he couldn’t resist giving you a quick kiss on your lips. You smiled as you let your noses touch and stared deeply into his eyes.

“I’d like to smell of you now,” you said.

“I thought you wouldn’t want our date to end that way?” He asked.

“I would be stupid if I didn’t want that,” you said.

He smirked as he gently kissed you on your lips again. He moved his hands from around your back and caressed them onto your thighs. He trailed his kisses down to your neck as he positioned you to lay on the couch. You dropped the book on the floor to free your hands for what was to come

You arched your legs so he could comfortably place himself in-between your thighs. His lips found their way back to your lips and hit you with a powerful, desirable kiss. You ran your hands down his chest until you reached the bottom of his shirt. You tugged it up to try to get it off of him.

He didn’t let you struggle for long as he broke the kiss to help you. He leaned up to take it off. You watched him intently as he took it off and tossed it on the ground. You hadn’t seen him shirtless in a long time. You couldn’t restrain yourself from touching his bare chest.

He watched your hand run down his chest and torso and back up again. He smiled as his hands caressed down your thighs and under your dress. You felt him move your underwear to the side to get to what he really wanted. You gasped a moan and tilted your head back as you felt his thumb teasing your clit.

“Oh my God,” you moaned.

The sound of you saying that seemed as if it were his cue to increase his pace. He circled your clit faster and inserted two fingers inside of you. You heavily moaned as you retracted your hand from his chest. You started to pull down the straps of your dress and then pulled down the front of it to expose your breasts to him.

He leaned down to kiss you on your lips repeatedly as he continued to finger you at the perfect pace. He then leaned up from your mouth to look at you as you desperately moaned for his touch. He bit his lip as his eyes darted down to your breasts and then back up at you.

“Are they for me?” He asked.

“Of course. I’m all for you,” you moaned.

He kissed your lips one last time before moving away from your lips onto your jawline, down your neck until they met your breasts. He kissed each one with care and love before selecting a nipple to suck on. He used his free hand to caress the other one, grabbing it rough enough to give you the thrill you needed.

Your moans turned high-pitched and airy as his name continuously spewed from your lips. The feeling of his tongue flicking and occasionally nibbling on your nipple in your mouth as his other hand pinched your other nipple sent you to your happy place. Then his fingers found your happiest spot within you when they gently rubbed your g-spot.

“That’s it,” you shrieked.

He eased up from your breasts to watch you squirm under his touch. He smirked at you as he pulled his fingers out. You were going to complain and groan at him leaving you high and dry but you knew better of his character now. He aimed to please and wouldn’t want to leave you unsatisfied.

He wrapped his hand around your underwear and dragged it off. You lifted your legs to make it easier for him to take them off completely. He didn’t hesitate to move down and position his face in front of your folds.

Your breathing became intense and he didn’t do anything yet. You watched him as you waited in anticipation for him to do something. He looked up at you with a smirk on his face letting you know he knew what he was doing to you. He could be such a tease sometimes but you wouldn’t trade it for the world if it meant you had the best sex ever.

He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he leaned in and licked you from the bottom to the top of your clit. You wanted to tilt your head back and  let out multiple needy moans but you were locked into his eyes. He wanted to see your face as he ate you out and you didn’t want to deny him of it.

You looked at him with a quivering lip as he continued running his tongue up and down in between you. Your legs started to shake and you couldn’t stabilize them no matter how hard you wanted to. He helped you out by grabbing your legs to keep them in place as he fully went into you.

You grabbed his hair with one of your hands and held him close to you as you felt his tongue do its magic. It circled your clit a few times before flicking it rapidly to send you over the edge. Every time you shrieked or tensed your legs he would up the number of times he would flick his tongue against your clit.

He flicked it so many times you started to arch your back to get him to do it more. Even though you ended up breaking eye contact with him, you could feel him staring at you with delight at the way he made you weak. He then moved his tongue’s attention away from your clit and moved it towards your hole.

You felt him stick his tongue in and out of you to tease of a possible end result for you. You needed him to finish you off and finish inside of you at the same time. You knew it would cost a little begging from you but you were willing to beg him for anything.

“Fuck me already, baby,” you whimpered.

You were ready to continue begging him. You wanted him so badly and you wanted him to know. He loved when you begged him until he had no choice but to give you what you wanted. Not this time around though.

He stopped teasing you with his tongue and made his way back up to your lips to kiss you, tongue and all. You grabbed onto his face to keep him against your lips for longer to savour the taste of you on his lips. He then backed an inch away from your lips to look at you with the softest eyes he’s ever given you in the heat of the moment.

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” he whispered.

“I want you and only you,” you whispered.

He gently smiled before giving you a light peck on your lips. He eased up to undo his belt and then his button and zipper. You watched him carefully as you calmly waited for him to wreck you as always. However, this time you believed he would do it with even more care than the last few times. The way he looked at you made you think part of him wanted to hold you close as he gently fucked you. Either way, you’d accept it.

As soon as he pulled down his pants and his underwear to his knees, you lifted your legs to lean back on your chest. You held them in place as he placed himself on top of you. You felt his dick gently hit your sensitive clit as he positioned himself on you. You let out a soft moan as you anticipated how he was going to fuck you. If you were moaning at the gentle touch of his dick hitting your clit, you doubted you were going to last much longer.

He leaned down and kissed you on your lips. You kissed him back with the same amount of strength and let go of your legs to wrap them around his neck. You soon felt his dick enter you and he wasted no time getting into a rhythmic pace. You parted from his lips to let out another high-pitched moan.

“Yes, yes, give it to me like this,” you shrieked.

“Like that? How about like this?” He said.

You then felt him pick up his stroking pace. You tilted your head back, leaving your neck exposed for him to leave little love bites down it. You dug your nails into his back as you could feel a tingling sensation run up your spine. You didn’t know you could come to an orgasm so quick but it was something about his touch that made you to reach your highest of highs.

He then roughly grabbed your face to force you back to his lips. He held your face the entire time you two kissed to avoid you separating from his lips again. You moaned through the kiss as he kept ramming his dick into you, quickening the pace with each stroke.

What sent you over the edge was when he used his free hand to circle your clit with his thumb. He parted from your lips to let you moan loud and free right in front of his face. Even though his eyes were still soft, there was still that glimmer of control in them.

“Beg for me to cum in you,” he said.

“Please, please, please cum in me,” you begged.

“You want my cum deep inside of you, don’t you?” He asked.

“I fucking do,” you moaned.

He pulled you in for a quick, intense kiss. “I’m going to give you what you fucking want.”

You then felt him increase the speed he was circling your clit. You let out constant amounts of airy moans as you scratched down his back. You could feel the tingle running around your body like electricity through you. You closed your eyes tight as you opened your mouth to let out a long, breathless moan as you felt yourself orgasm.

He brought you in for a kiss onto your lips again. You lazily kissed him back as you could still feel yourself pulsating because of your orgasm. He parted his lips from yours to let out a few moans of his own before getting quiet. You felt him cum in you before pulling out. He gently placed your head on the couch before pulling up your pants.

You were about to look up at him but he leaned over you to keep you down as he kissed you on your lips again. He lingered on them for a long while, taking his time in the moment. He eased up just a bit to look at you smiling at him.

You took your hand and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. You then caressed his face, feeling the rough feeling of his facial hair at your fingertips. He gave you a small smile as he watched you with utter admiration in his eyes.

“Guess this is my cue to go home huh?” You said.

“Not tonight,” he said.

You looked at him confused. “What?”

“I want you to stay, Y/N,” he said.

You still looked at him confused. You didn’t expect him to ever ask you to stay the night even if he had taken you on a date. It was never even a thought that crossed your mind today or ever really but you weren’t complaining. This was the next step you never knew you wanted so bad until he suggested it.

“Only on one condition,” you said.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“You make me pancakes in the morning,” you said.

He chuckled. “Deal.”

He then leaned down to solidify your agreement with a kiss. You grabbed his face to hold him close to you so he wouldn’t ease up anymore. Even though you two had the whole night to be close to each other, you wanted him close to you in the moment. If you could, you would seal the moment in your scrapbook but you guessed the gladiolus would work perfectly fine.

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