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part forty-seven

❝ TRAITOR ❞

WEDNESDAY — OCTOBER 19 — 7:09PM

“BENTLEY, WAKE UP!” He barely heard the telltale voice of Charlie in his subconscious. “You don’t have time for this… she has your location, and they’re coming!” 

“Bentley!” Came a different voice. A familiar one. One that was real, coming into his ears, piercing his skull with a stab of pain. He swore he felt someone touching him. Well, he could’ve swore, if he were coherent, which he was pretty sure he wasn’t. “Bentley, c’mon. Wake up, buddy.”

“Carry him,” Someone else’s voice came.

That’s about when Bentley’s body decided to kick back on, and the absolute exhaustion and misery that he was embodying came flooding back. Every single fiber of his being seemed to hurt after Titus’s teleportation, and he was so tired and so run-down he felt like he could die if he wanted to.

Instead of letting himself do that, though, he forced himself back into the land of the living with a miserable groan.

“Hey, buddy. You’re okay,” Someone was touching him — there was a hand on his forehead; it was gentle, and cold, and didn’t feel like skin at all, but he reveled in the touch nonetheless. 

He forced his eyes to open, the Redwood Academy ceiling swirling and swimming in his vision, light fixtures spinning and twirling around each other before they finally came to rest in their rightful places. Rockie’s face was hovering above him — he guessed that explained the hand on his forehead not feeling like a hand at all.

“He’s waking up,” Rockie called to someone behind him.

Bentley went to sit up, but it just made his head spin with a few harsh throbs of pain, and he winced. Rockie’s gentle hand found the small of his back and guided him up the rest of the way, rubbing lightly across the back of his shoulders. “Easy.”

Bentley blinked a few times as the world went out of focus and came back again. They seemed to be in a dorm building hallway. It was lined with carpet on the floor and wainscoting on the walls, with extravagant light fixtures and all the luxurious things it always had.

Bentley’s eyes flicked across the various figures that were spread around said hallway. Rockie was next to him, rubbing his back lightly, and a few yards ahead of him was Varian sitting on the floor, conscious, with his head dipped down between his knees. Valor was next to him, wings still synched, still covered in blood, squeezing Varian’s shoulders repetitively. He was speaking softly but Bentley couldn’t tell what he was saying.

Sitting against one of the wainscoted walls was Koa, legs tucked in with the muzzle still synched tight to his face. His eyes were still brimming with tears that fell sometimes, settling on the top of the metal that was covering his mouth and nose. A few feet away from him, against the same wall was Asten, lips still blue, still shivering, arms wrapped so tight around himself passersby would probably expect him to fall apart if he unraveled them.

Titus was gone.

Something cold and mean seemed to surface in Bentley’s chest — something like guilt. Something that said this was all his fault. He tried to push it away, but he couldn’t, tried to clear his mind, but it didn’t work, and the distant whooshing of water and bump bump of pumping blood filled his ears.

Wait… the sound of… water?

“Our powers,” He muttered, glancing up at his counterparts with a deep breath in an attempt to right himself. “We can use them now.”

Valor was the first one that seemed to comprehend what he’d said, and with a quiet grunt of effort, the wires around his wings snapped with a soft sound. He stretched them out widely, now nearly solid crimson instead of platinum, and Bentley didn’t miss the way his face twisted in agony when he did. Would he even be able to fly? 

Asten was the second, who’s hands immediately lit on fire so hot and bright that the residual heat sort of burned even from across the hallway. Koa jumped to move away from him so his clothes didn’t spontaneously combust.

“We’re on our floor,” Valor stated, still squeezing at Varian’s shoulders, glancing over at Bentley. “We just have to grab Bellamy and then get the hell out of here.”

Bentley nodded, forcing himself unsteadily off the floor. Which was actually a terrible idea, because the horrendous spinning vertigo came back, and he stumbled rather gracelessly — the only reason he didn’t hit the floor was because he fell directly into Rockie, who was quick to put his arms around him.

“Hey, take it easy for a minute, okay?” Rockie muttered, rubbing his back a little. “You did it, Bentley. You got us out. You can take a minute to breathe.”

It was excruciatingly tempting for Bentley to, like, pass flat back out, but he didn’t let himself. He pushed Rockie away with a grimace. “We can’t, they’re coming.”

Rockie’s expression twisted into one of alarm. “What?”

“They’re coming,” Bentley repeated.

And as if his words were a very, very unfortunate queue, the door to the staircase that was only a few mere yards to their left slammed open with a loud wham, and people in white armor came flooding into the hallway, maybe ten, maybe fifty. Bentley spotted the large black guns they had clasped tightly in their hands, and-

“Oh shit!”

Bentley threw his hand up as soon as he saw them, and water came gushing out from beneath at least half a dozen dorm room doors, building up between them and the men like a wall in a split second. The deafening bang! Bang! Bang! Of firearms came, maybe fifteen or twenty shots. The bullets flew full-speed into the wall of water and never came out the other side.

“Go! Go! Go!”

Bentley felt Rockie grab his shoulder and jerk him down the hallway, his mind staying strangely absent as he focused solely on keeping the wall up between his friends and the guns. He felt someone else grab his arm, someone cold. Six pairs of shoes thundered down the mahogany-lined halls of Redwood Academy like a herd of horses.

Like he was living some kind of deja vu fever dream, he realized Asten was dragging him down the hall as fast as he could, which was too fast for Bentley’s legs with his mind so absent, which meant he was stumbling all over himself, just like he was in the woods when they were running from Dr. Keene-

They seemed to literally crash through the door of their dorm, each of them filing in as fast as they could. Bentley and Asten were first — then Varian, who looked half dead and was bawling his eyeballs out, being shoved through the door by Koa, who was also bawling his eyeballs out, followed by the final two — Rockie, who looked pissed, and Valor, whose crimson eagle wings were twitching angrily on his back like he was getting ready to fight someone. As soon as they were in, Asten (and Valor, and Rockie) slammed the door shut and held their weight against it.

Bentley released the wall of water and heard it fall, flooding the hall outside with an inch or two of water. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t do much more than stand in the middle of the dorm blankly.

They were going to die. They were going to die.

“How the bloody hell are we going to get out of here?!” Valor shouted. Bentley heard the weight of people slam into the other side of the door, knocking all three of his friends off balance. “We’re on the sixth floor!”

Bentley turned his head, eyes catching on Varian and Koa, who were standing off to the side of the room. The metal muzzle on the latter’s face was rubbing at his skin and making it raw — Varian, now forced into coherent-ness by the chaos — was trying his hardest to get it off, but it was so tight and immovable that messing with it just seemed to cause pain. There was a sudden crack! of electricity, and Koa’s whole body seemed to writhe. He stumbled back against the wall and slid down into the floor, threatening to lose consciousness completely, the only thing really keeping his eyes from closing being Varian’s constant, panicky touching of the thing on his face. They were both still crying, though Varian was a bit more frantic.

Valor broke away from Rockie and Asten and left them to hold the door, his giant wings gusting air around the dorm as he used all of his super strength to drag one of the couches over to barcade it. Then the second couch, then some shelves, then he came out of his and Rockie’s room dragging an entire wardrobe behind him. Then the bunk beds.

And all Bentley could make himself do was stand there.

“Bentley,” Rockie said. Bentley turned, locking eyes with him, brown on inhuman green. Focus. Focus. Rockie was helping maneuver the furniture against the door with Asten and Valor, but he pointed at Bellamy’s bedroom door. “Go get Bell. Put some water at the bottom of the window that’s deep enough for us to land in. We’ve gotta go that way.”

Orders. Orders. Bentley could follow orders.

He turned, scanning the living and dining and kitchen areas, listening close. He heard everyone’s heartbeats, slamming and pounding in their chests, their blood pumping at an extraordinarily heightened rate. 

And then something else joined the heartbeats — something thin and quick. 

Tears. From Bellamy’s bedroom.

Bentley hurried in there, throwing the door open and glancing around the room. The beds were empty, the bathroom was empty, everything was empty and-

He turned on impulse, glancing at the wardrobe settled against the wall near the door.

Bentley made his way over to it and grabbed the knobs, but stopped. If he was hiding in there, would he want the doors ripped open? With a clear of his throat, Bentley knocked on the wardrobe. “Bell? It’s Bentley. I’m going to open the doors.”

Bellamy said nothing, so Bentley slowly opened the wardrobe one door at a time.

Bellamy, in his tiny eleven-year-old stature, was curled up in the bottom of the wardrobe, legs tucked in tight, head buried in his knees. He was wheezing and hiccuping more than breathing, and Bentley could see the little blue blanket clutched in his hands that he hadn’t needed to sleep with in a while.

Bentley crouched down in front of him. “Hey, Bell.”

His brown eyes only appeared for a second, red and watery.

“Bentley,” Bellamy sobbed, all but shooting out of the wardrobe and colliding with Bentley so hard he fell backwards onto his butt with a thud.

Bentley brought his hand up to rest on the back of his head, synching the other tight around his back as a burn threatened to surface in his own eyes. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Bellamy only seemed to cry harder at the embrace, digging his head down into Bentley’s shoulder. He was trembling almost uncontrollably, holding onto Bentley in an absolute death grip that was so tight it sort of hurt. “Please don’t let them take me back, Bentley, I don’t wanna go back, please, I don’t wanna go back-“

“Hey, hey, no one’s taking you anywhere,” Bentley replied, rubbing his back. What did Bellamy mean, he didn’t want to go back? “We’re leaving the school. We’re getting out of here.”

“Bentley, we gotta go!” Rockie shouted from the other room.

With a wince of sympathy, Bentley went about slowly attempting to peel Bellamy off of him. “We have to go, okay? The others are waiting for us.”

Bentley managed to unravel Bellamy’s arms from himself just enough to stand. He made his way back to the living area with Bellamy’s tiny hands balled in the back of his t-shirt for dear life, his quiet sobs still assaulting Bentley's ears and making him want to kill people. 

“Bentley, the water,” Asten reminded him. They were still shoving stuff against the door, and Varian was still trying to pull the muzzle off of Koa’s face.

Bentley closed his eyes in deep concentration, listening to the water in the pipes of the building. Not three seconds later, gallon after gallon of water started pouring out of the dorm room’s adjacent bathrooms, crawling toward the window like snakes and forcing itself through the cracks and crevices to make a pool on the ground below.

Bentley exhaled heavily, forcing himself to keep breathing, reaching back and grabbing onto Bellamy’s arms. “Okay. Okay. Let’s go look out the window and see if the water is doing what it’s supposed to, okay?”

Bellamy didn’t have much of a response to that besides his incomprehensible sobbing, but he did move when Bentley moved, which was fine. They shimmied over to the bay window and looked out of it, in a feeble attempt to calm both of their nerves. 

It didn’t work. It didn’t work because, if Bentley squinted, he could’ve swore he saw… people, out there in the nighttime darkness. People in white. Staring at the water running from their dorm window.

“Guys…?” Bentley tried, glancing back at everyone else momentarily. “They’re outside. We’re trapped.”

“What?”

“What?!”

Valor and Rockie and Asten all simultaneously moved, jogging over as though they needed to see for themselves. Valor was the first to make it, though, grey irises traveling across the figures outside with a quiet: “Shit.”

A loud bang came from the dorm door, and everybody turned to look at it. 

All the furniture that they had stacked in front of it shifted from the force of whoever was on the other side. Rockie lurched forward and grabbed Varian and Koa by the arms, pulling them — one on his feet, the other across the floor — toward the bay window where they were all standing.

With a bang and a crack, more of the furniture moved, the crack in the door growing wider.

“We’re going to die,” Bellamy sobbed, his vice-grip still tight around Bentley’s waist. “We’re going to die.”

The banging came twice more, and an arm came through the crack in the door. Then a leg. Bellamy buried his face in the back of Bentley’s shirt, and Bentley reached back, ensuring that he was fully behind him. Asten suddenly settled in front of him, doing quite literally the same thing to make sure Bentley was behind him. Koa, who was now standing to Bentley’s right, stepped backwards, nearly falling into him after stumbling over a torn down curtain rod. Silent tears were rolling down his face and settling against the muzzle that had been manhandled onto him. He had a death grip on Varian’s wrists, who he also forced to stand behind him just like Asten had done.

Rockie was the only person on Bentley’s left side, and slightly in front of them, looking ready to kill, and Valor took up a spot in front of all six of his roommates. He extended his crimson wings out with a pained wince, wide like a shield.

With a deafening crack, all the furniture shifted, the door opened, and people in white armor started pouring through the door.

(They were going to die.)

Bentley held tight to Bellamy’s arms as the chaos ensued. There was a gunshot, and Valor’s right wing flinched and curled slightly inward, though it didn’t move from it's place in front of them. Asten snapped his fingers by his side, and one of the men with guns' entire body burst into flames. He did it again, and then a third, and then a fourth until there were almost half a dozen burning humans staggering around their dorm. A few more spilled through the door, but a myriad of purple crystals sprung up from the floor, spiking harshly through boots and into legs and some even high enough to pierce torsos, leaving the entrance to their dorm nothing but red.

“Turn on the EM for dorm one-seventy-four!” Bentley heard someone yell amongst the chaos.

Suddenly, the same wave of sudden weakness washed over them all that Bentley had felt in the facility. He failed to suppress a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whine, the sudden loss of strength making his already weak body practically beg for him to pass out already. He vaguely heard a thump from near him, signaling that someone had fallen, and he felt Bellamy’s arms tighten around his torso with an alarmed: “Bentley?!”

Black and multicolored dots came and danced in his vision, threatening to sweep him away. He saw Asten sway just a little where he stood, but it wasn’t clear how much, because the room was still spinning.

“Please don’t pass out,” He heard Bellamy mumble from behind him, a few dreadful sobs ripping up and out of his throat. 

So Bentley didn’t.

He forced himself to stay awake and upright, glancing to his right. It was Varian who’d passed out again. Koa was now sitting on the floor with his back toward all the men, and he’d gathered Varian up in his arms to keep him out of view from the men with guns. Nothing in the dorm was on fire anymore, but more men in white came in to drag the blackened and burned and impaled ones out, a few more settling near the door with their guns aimed directly at the seven of them.

“Don’t shoot them, you idiots, we need them alive! Move out of my way,” A voice came — the same voice that had called for the EM field to be turned on. Bentley watched as a man forced himself through the door in a white hazmat suit, one with a black visor over his face so they couldn’t see who it was. His voice sounded… sort of familiar, though.

“Activate lockdown protocol for this dorm,” He called to someone in the hallway. Not two seconds later, sounds like machines in the walls started to ring through the dorm. Then he turned back toward Bentley and his roommates. “A2, come on.”

Bentley pinched his eyebrows together when the man continued to look directly at them, like he was speaking to one of them. The black visor over his face kept Bentley from seeing who his eyes were on.

None of them moved.

The man stepped forward again. “Don’t tell me you’ve grown… attached,” He said with almost a solemn tone about him. “I knew this was bound to happen, but no matter.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Valor was brave enough to ask.

The man in the suit ignored him. “You completed your assignment. You finished it, you did a good job. Now it’s time to come home. You can’t truly tell me you’d rather stay here than with the people who raised you, can you?”

Bentley glanced over at Koa and Varian. Koa was paying the man no mind, still holding tight to Varian, keeping him out of sight. Bellamy’s death grip on Bentley never wavered. He glanced over at Rockie, who was flexing and balling up his hands in his gloves, and then at Valor, whose wings were still spread wide ahead of them.

“Come on, A2. You knew from the beginning that this wasn’t going to last. Come on, son,” The man held his hand out toward them. “You did good, and for that, you are to be rewarded.”

Not even a minuscule piece of dust moved.

The man tilted his head. “You know the alternative if you disobey.”

Silence ensued.

And then one of them moved. 

Bentley could’ve thrown up when Rockie gently pushed past Valor’s left wing, slowly making his way across the room like an injured animal going back to it's owner after being lost for a long time. 

“Rockie?” He found his mouth moving without his consent, and Asten reached backwards, grabbing onto his shirt as if telling him not to say anything.

“Don’t bother,” Valor muttered from in front of them, something laced into his words that Bentley couldn’t identify. “He’s one of them.”

Bentley’s eyes drifted back to Rockie, who finally came to a stop in front of the man in the hazmat suit. Bentley could see him trembling in the slightest.

“There, there,” The man reached forward and rested a gentle hand on the side of Rockie’s head, and he seemed to cave to the touch faster than Bentley had ever seen him cave to anything, subtly turning his head into the contact. “This was how it was going to be no matter what. I only wish you weren't hurting because of it.”

Bentley and all six of his remaining roommates looked on in silence, various expressions across the their faces at the prospect of Rockie being…

A bad guy?

Bentley, in particular, found himself starting to cry, clutching at Bellamy’s arms in a meager attempt to comfort himself.

How was Rockie… a… Bentley thought he knew him really well? Obviously he didn’t know everything, but he thought they were close, because he was allowed to go places and hang out with him at his worst times. Rockie had never done anything to hurt them — it was the same kid who made Bentley walk on the inside of the sidewalk when they went to town. Bentley could’ve sworn on his life that he could never hurt them. 

He guessed he was wrong. 

The world blurred through the tears that were threatening to slide down his face. All six of them were silent as the man in the hazmat suit quickly embraced Rockie, soothingly patting a gloved hand on the back of his head for a split second before he shrugged the teenager off, guiding him into the hands of a man in white armor with a gun.

“Take him down to his room, give him the reward I prepared for him. It’s sitting in my office,” The man ordered. “If you do anything of ill intent to him, I will kill and send your severed head to your mother’s house.”

The one of the guys in armor nodded and grabbed Rockie’s arm, tugging him toward the door.

The last thing Bentley saw — and would probably ever see — of Rockie Winchester was his inhumanly green eyes, filled to the brim with crystal clear tears. Even through the watery haze, Bentley understood the words behind the desperate look he sent his way before he was dragged out of sight.

I’m so sorry.

Bentley was unable to stifle the soft sob that forced it's way out of him. Bellamy’s arms synched even tighter around his middle, and Asten’s hands twisted up in his shirt, both attempting to give him a measly little semblance of comfort.

“Ah, yes,” The man sighed. “The sting of learning a friend wasn’t really a friend at all. I do wish it didn’t hurt, you know. He wasn’t supposed to get close to you.”

“Why don’t you just fuck off?” Valor snapped. That’s when Bentley seemed to remember that he was Rockie’s best friend, and that he must’ve been taking this way worse than he was.

“Unfortunately for you, Rockie wasn’t the only one of your roommates who’s a double agent,” The man snickered. “In fact, his only role was to watch over the other. E9, come on, we’re leaving.”

Bentley could’ve swore the color started to drain from the world around him. He sent quick glances to Koa, and Varian, and Valor, but none of them seemed keen to move. 

Bellamy tightened his arms around Bentley and buried his face in his shirt with a sob so heart-wrenching it probably hurt.

And that’s when everything seemed to click into place.

Please don’t let them take me back, Bentley, I don’t wanna go back-

The man sighed in distaste, his partiality toward Rockie obviously not shared for Bellamy. He turned toward his men (that seemed to be multiplying, as there were always at least three behind him.) with a flick of his hand. “Nuke them, take E9 to his cell for punishment. When you’re done put this dorm on full lockdown. No one gets in or out.”

And with that, the hazmat suit man left, leaving the men with guns in their dorm with them.

Valor moved forward, to do what, Bentley wasn’t sure. In a flash it was over, because there was another gunshot and blood spurted from his left wing, and he promptly stopped whatever he was doing.

Something clattered in the floor next to Bentley’s feet. Something round, and metal. He glanced down at it and shuffled away in a panic, only to realize it was a-

Grenade?!

Someone fumbled for it. Bentley didn’t even realize that Koa had it in his hand until he’d lobbed it back in the direction of the armored men.

It went off beside Bentley and Asten’s heads.

There was a flash of blinding light, and a pain so severe Bentley immediately hit the floor before he could even think. His muscles were convulsing without his permission, spasming, almost, and whatever it was had him writhing on the hardwood in sheer agony, like he was on fire. He felt Bellamy and Asten’s hands slip away from him in the chaos. Something was crackling and popping around them, making his hair stand on end, and that’s when he realized they’d all been electrocuted.

He peeled his eyes open through the searing pain, catching sight of Asten and Valor on the floor ahead of him. He tried to move but his muscles weren’t listening. 

“Be—ntley,” Came Bellamy’s broken voice from next to him, on the floor. He felt someone weakly grab onto his shirt, but he couldn’t find it in himself to move.

Boots thudded up to them — white boots, and the footsteps sounded like bombs when compared to everything else Bentley couldn’t hear. 

They did something behind him. Bentley felt the hand get tugged away from him, and a mere second later, they were dragging Bellamy past him, crying and all, by the scruff of his shirt.

“Bentley!” He shouted, with more alarm, but it was difficult for him to move, difficult for anyone to move. Bentley reached out and just managed to brush the tip of his sock before he was dragged away, out into the hall. The dorm door shut, and a loud sound came — like a lock on a bank’s massive safe. One, two, three, four more came, lock after lock, and a few loud slams came from behind them, the windows.

Bentley wasn't sure how long he laid there, writhing and convulsing from the electricity, but he did know that Valor was the first one that was able to force himself up. As soon as his body was online enough, he went about slamming himself against the door, trying to break it open.

Koa was the second to force himself off the floor, quietly tending to Varian with silent tears streaming down his face, and Asten was the third.

He spun around, shaking out his hands and twitching in a strange sort of way that let Bentley know his muscles were still spasming. But nonetheless, he reached for Bentley and pulled him into his lap.

"Bentley, tell me you're okay," He muttered, sort of grappling at Bentley's clothes in an attempt to get him closer. The movement sent a small ripple of fire through Bentley's muscles when he tried to move them.

Rockie was bad, and Bellamy was...

Bellamy was gone.

The one person Bentley had sworn he'd protect with every single fiber of his being had slipped away in a mere moment, shouting his name, even.

Bentley brought his hands up as far as he could dare, latching onto whatever he could. He balled up the fabric of Asten's jumpsuit in his hands and pulled his knees up so he was nothing more than a heap of limbs indistinguishable from Asten's own, and he cried so hard he thought my might vomit.

He thought he'd saved them all...

But he'd really just killed Bellamy.

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THIS IS THE CONTINUATION OF “SEX EDUCATION (PART 3)” [2/3]

"Hm." Y/N hummed in thought just to tease Kate a bit more and smiled brightly with a soft giggle when the archer merely rolled her eyes, flushed their bodies impossibly close and rubbed her front on Y/N’s one, setting aflame both their bodies and sending arousal right between their legs, increasing their already copious amount of wetness present there. Kate repeated the gesture again when she heard the small giggle Y/N emitted morphing into a whine and made Y/N moan softly from her slightly parted mouth as she breathed shallowly, the Y/H/C girl imperceptibly canting her hips up to seek some more friction. Kate elicited a louder moan from her girlfriend when she started a slow, but steady rhythm with her hips as both slotted their thighs between their legs and created a sweet friction right onto their clits that triggered wild shivers right down their spines. They were now just panting into each other’s mouths as small whines and moans left their parted lips and travelled right into the other’s mouth, making their activities ten times hotter. Kate grunted a bit when her arm she was using to perch herself up to hover a bit over Y/N’s body started to hurt and pushed gently onto Y/N’s left shoulder to make her lay down on her back and readjusted their position, pushing with her knee Y/N’s legs apart and slotting her bent knee right onto her clothed cunt, feeling a warmth that made her moan out loud, and widened her stance a bit to let Y/N bend her leg up and place her knee on the archer’s pulsating core, mirroring Kate’s gesture and moaning needily when she felt the black haired girl’s jeans’ material warm and slightly dump, before resuming their soft movements, dry humping each other as both whined out loud in pure ecstasy when the pressure on their clits was just right and sent white shocks of arousal throughout their whole bodies. The air between them was extremely hot, the soft squeaking of the bed a sinful symphony mixing up with their moans and the their bodies’ temperature creating a sensual atmosphere that almost pushed them over the edge, making them both desperate for release. So they sped up their movements when they both felt it wasn’t enough, when they both needed more, and whined in synch when they heard the headboard of the bed hit softly the wall. They weren’t worried about the other teenagers and Mr. Wright hearing them since they were on a different floor, far away from them, but they tried to be as quiet as possible to not let anyone hear them as they moaned out loud or hear the bed hit the wall repeatedly. They were going to keep as quiet as possible to not make their covers blow up. They were professionals. But they were also two lovers that had needs, like Kate stated, so they tried to make those two things coexist even if it wasn’t the easiest task to fulfill since it was almost impossible not to moan out loud when you were experiencing such good pleasure. "Oh babe, I didn’t give you the permission to fuck me, did I? If I remember correctly I was- shit- still thinking about my answer. You- oh- just decided to start dry humping me and interrupted my thoughts. That’s not fair at all babe. Fuck- what made you so sure I was going to say yes and give you the permission to f-fuck me? You should have waited for my answer first. Tell me, what did make you think I was going to say you could fuck me?"

"Hm your eyes. You chest moving up and down fast. Your hands clenching on my shirt. And you told me yourself you were wet for me."

"Always so cocky and so sure of yourself Kate Elizabeth Bishop."

"Well in all fairness I don’t see you stopping us right now. Quite the contrary. You are the one pushing me down more onto your cunt. I bet your amazing pussy is completely drenched for me." Kate stated boldly as she voluntarily pushed harder onto Y/N’s core and made her moan out loud in rapture.

"Fuck babe."

"Admit you were going to give me the permission to fuck you." Kate ordered Y/N with a wide smirk, but when the girl just pushed her hips more onto her thigh as she rubbed her own thigh between Kate’s legs, Kate stopped her movements altogether and stared Y/N down pointedly. "Say it, or I’m not making you come."

"Fuck, okay, okay. I was just teasing you. Of course I was going to say yes. Even I- oh shit, yes babe!" Y/N stopped herself mid-sentence to moan as quiet as possible when Kate resumed her movements and increased her speed, "e-even if it’s a bit risky I don’t fucking care. I just want you. I want my wonderful, incredibly skilled with her fingers and mouth girlfriend to fuck me senselessly till I don’t even have another drop of cum in me."

"Hm- that’s a wonderful, I wonder who had this great idea." Kate joked before putting all the effort she could in her thrusts to push Y/N over the edge.

"Oh shit." Y/N moaned under her breath when Kate increased her speed and pressed more onto her core when Y/N’s tempo on her own core started faltering, making her head slam back on the pillow and close her eyes as pleasure spread throughout her whole body.

"You feel so good babe."

"Ugh, you feel so good too baby." Kate grunted out loud when a particular thrust up of Y/N’s leg made her knee rub deliciously and perfectly right onto her clit and sent wild shivers all over her whole body, making her falter her movements just a bit in the process, causing Y/N to whine in protest. Kate immediately resumed her movements and pushed more firmly onto Y/N’s core all the while slipping one of her hands under her shirt and knead her boob over her bra. "Hm, you boobs are so fucking great babe. So soft, so firm and so fucking mine."

"Oh shit." Y/N whimpered and arched her back to push her chest more into Kate’s hand before gripping her shoulder blades hard when she felt a fresh gush of arousal leave her core.

"Hm, so good." Kate hummed out right on Y/N’s neck’s skin and sucked harshly on her pulse point to leave a small visible mark that will surely fade away in a few hours to not rise suspicion among the teenagers and Mr. Wright, but enough to silently tell Y/N she was hers. She then kissed gently up and down the column of her throat, licking her sweaty skin a few times before settling on her jaw just a few seconds, nibbling the defined feature, then focusing on kissing Y/N’s skin gently once again. "You are mine baby."

"Oh yes baby." Y/N assured Kate in a breathy whine before nodding hastily as she pushed her hips up to seek some more friction, consequently pushing her thigh more onto Kate’s core and making the girl moan lewdly into her ear. "I am yours."

"Good."

"But-" Y/N trailed off as she opened her dark Y/E/C eyes and glued them onto Kate’s also dark blue hues and watched her gulping gently at the intense stare, "you are also mine."

"Oh yes babe. I’m yours, all yours."

"Hm- sit up." Y/N ordered Kate and watched delighted as the archer immediately sat up and waited for Y/N’s instructions. Y/N stayed quiet as she quickly pulled the black haired girl’s shirt off before unhooking her bra and throwing both garments onto the floor. "Gorgeous." And then Y/N dived right onto Kate’s chest and engulfed a perked up nipple into her mouth, before resuming her movements, grasping Kate’s hips to help her slid up and down her bent leg while making her continue her own ministration with her knee know placed between her heated core.

"Fuck babe."

"Oh shit there Kate." Y/N moaned alongside Kate as their bodies filled up with pure arousal, feeling both their orgasms near their tipping point.

"Fuck, can you come like this? Because I’m so fucking close."

"Yes babe. I won’t last loNGER- SHIT. Do that again please." Y/N stopped herself mid-sentence to moan in pure rapture and voice out her appreciation on Kate’s movements, asking her to repeat them with her mouth still wrapped around Kate’s pebbled, perked up nipple. The archer immediately obliged to her girlfriend a second later, pushing harder into Y/N’s core while bucking her hips on Y/N’s bent leg and let out a moan herself right into Y/N’s ear when the girl instinctively grasped her ass and gripped the flesh hard when her body got wrecked by hard shivers. The sound Kate emitted made both girls falter their movements as both moaned out loud but when they resumed their movements they became sloppier, a clear sign they were really close.

"Fuck I can feel it!" They both doubled their efforts to try to come together, rotating their hips as precisely as they could despite the pleasure they were experiencing, as Y/N’s attention on Kate’s boobs and butt never faltered, Kate fisting Y/N’s hair hard to push her more into her chest when Y/N nibbled her nippled hungrily. After a few more hard thrusts, Kate felt she was nearing the edge. "Oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Oh babe!"

"Alright lovebirds who want- oh shit." Y/N and Kate tipped over the edge right when Yelena and Cassie barged into the room, but they were too much into their own bubble of ecstasy, rapture and arousal to pay them some attention as they hugged each other close and slowed their movements down to help each other ride their post-coital wave and increase their pleasure, before stopping altogether when they both felt the other’s body stop twitching and trembling. "Oh fuck, I need a drink now."

"No alcohol in the world will ever make me forget about this." Cassie countered back with a mix of disgust and shock on her features, her hands flying onto her eyes to cover them as soon she they fell onto Y/N’s and Kate’s forms embraced and snuggled together. "Yelena punch me so I can forget what I just saw." Cassie asked as she let her hands fall on her sides and looked at Yelena pleadingly.

"With pleasure." Yelena immediately turned around and lifted her fist up, making Cassie subsequently close her eyes as she got ready for the pain, but they both were stopped by Y/N’s voice yelling as quietly as possible at them.

"OH FUCK! GUYS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?" Y/N screeched in fright when she noticed her two best friends standing in their room. After pulling her face away from Kate’s chest she was about to lean her forehead on her naked shoulder, but instead she opened her eyes at the voices reaching her ears and laid them on Yelena and Cassie standing near the closed door. The two girls then turned around at Y/N’s voice, Yelena looking at them with a mix of mischief and shock and Cassie trying to focus her eyes on anything at them with her face red as a tomato.

Kate turned herself slightly around at Y/N’s words and widened her eyes in shock when she met Yelena’s eyes, "guys! Learn how to knock!" Kate immediately turned around and flushed her naked chest onto Y/N’s clothed chest to shield her boobs away from Yelena and Cassie.

"And I’m pretty sure I locked that door."

"Are you serious? I was a spy. Do you think I don’t know how to pick a lock? Even Kate Bishop knows how to do that."

"Thanks, I take that as a compliment!" Kate answered sarcastically, making Y/N and Yelena snort.

"Are you guys decent?" Cassie asked after a few seconds of silence, her hands still covering her eyes.

"No." Kate answered shortly and leaned her forehead on Y/N’s shoulder as her face flushed hard in embarrassment.

"Oh c’mon Cassie, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before." Yelena countered back as she pushed the blonde on her shoulder and made her stumble a bit on her spot.

"Talk for yourself Yelena. It was an already shocking sight. I don’t want more things to plague my mind."

"You are spending too much time with Kate Bishop. You are becoming a dramatic queen."

"Drama queen El. Anyway can you guys just turn around while I try to find my shirt and putting it on?"

"There’s no need. Here." Yelena threw the shirt she had a few feet away from her left foot and made it fall onto Y/N’s face, before throwing Kate’s bra right after at Y/N, who caught it effortlessly this time.

After Kate put her clothes back on and sat right beside Y/N on the mattress, she regarded Cassie with a sheepish smile as she fidgeted with her hands, "you can look now Cassie." After that the blonde tentatively took her hands off her face and sighed out loud when she found Y/N and Kate, fully clothed, sat on the bed.

"Now, can you please explain why you guys barged into our room?"

"Well while you two were busy fucking each other, we were distracting your target. We just let him go walk around the city, so we came here to spend some time with you guys since as soon as she school trip is over we need to fly back to New York in the Avengers Compound, but we choose the wrong moment apparently." Yelena explained, crossing her arms under her chest.

"We’re sorry, but we just thought you two went visiting the city or something like that when we didn’t see you guys coming back to us." Kate sighed out loud and looked at her friends in apology, signaling them to bring the couch on the left side of the room closer to the bed to let them sit down and talk.

"We just stayed a bit more with Mr. Wright. He talked about math for like 40 minutes straight. I was about to tear my ears off." Cassie explained as she sat on the couch Yelena promptly moved right in front of Y/N and Kate.

"Yeah, I already knew math was boring, but he brings it to another level of boring." Yelena added as she sprawled on the couch before hitting Kate’s shin with her foot and smirked at her mischievously. "You two definitely enjoyed yourselves while we went through that torture, that’s not fair."

"Oh." Kate scratched the back of her head nervously and watched with the corner of her eyes that Y/N was fidgeting with her fingers a lot, a clear sign she was uncomfortable too, and immediately entwined their fingers together to comfort and relax them both, "w-well like we said, w-we were waiting for you. But then you didn’t show up and-."

"You fucked each other to kill time." Yelena continued, interrupting Kate and to tease them both just to bask in her friends’ flushed faces before giving them some mercy and steering the subject to a more serious tone, "did you find something in his room?"

"No." Y/N answered her best friend’s question and sighed dejectedly when she remembered her and Kate came back from their inspection of Mr. Wright’s room empty handed. They knew this was going to be a really tough mission and that it would have taken time to find solid proofs to expose, frame and bring down those assholes, but they really thought they were going to make some progress with their mission during this school trip. They just had to be more patient and try again when they will be back at school. "We hacked into his phone and tapped it but we think he uses another one to control the illegal weaponry selling. We need to try to approach him with our number one suspect, the Principal."

"Wait hold on, do you really think he his one of those idiots selling illegal weapons?" Cassie asked incredulous as she thought over her friend’s words before regarding them both with a perplexed expression.

"Yes, Maria already told us her suspicion when she assigned us to this mission. But we had been really careful around him. We think he is the leader of the organization." Kate answered to help their friends understand everything about their mission, "we gained a lot of intel around school but, like Maria asked us to, we are keeping a low profile and we are watching from afar for now. We are waiting to have enough proof to start following them around and expose them."

"We will try to help you guys from the Avengers Compound. And as soon as we can, we will join you guys to help you or to just hang out, maybe." Cassie smiled warmly at her friends before a big yawn came out of her mouth as she rubbed her eyes tiredly, "I’m exhausted, I think it’s time we go to sleep. Tomorrow is another big day!"

-

"I know, I know! I’m late, but Paula asked me to help her with paperworks and she always helps me, so I couldn’t say no-holy shit."

Y/N had to literally grab her jaw off the floor when after locking the door, placing her keys in the bowl on the small table beside the door and hanging up her coat, she turned around to locate her girlfriend in the house and found her standing a few feet away from her with only a pair of extremely hot, black, lacy underwear and matching bra that was definitely doing an difficult job in containing Kate’s boobs that looked they were a few seconds away from popping out of it, "hi babe."

Y/N had to force her legs to keep her up and not make her fall on the ground when they bucked slightly at the low, raspy tone Kate used and whimpered softly under her breath with her body temperature increasing exponentially after each passing second her eyes drank Kate’s lean and muscular body in, "h-hi baby."

"Why are you standing there?" Kate smiled in a mix of mischief and innocence, using the sweetest and the most innocent tone she could muster while also trying to stop her grin to become a big, wide, smug smirk as she played with the couch’s cushions by skidding the pad of her fingers softly over them and eyeing Y/N seductively, reveling in her girlfriend fidgeting slightly on her spot as she tried to focus her gaze on her face only and she clearly wasn’t succeeding that well, "no greeting kiss?"

"You’re right!" Y/N immediately shook her head and inwardly slapped herself in the face for acting so dumb but as she took a step and she stopped right away because she felt her legs almost give out as they wobbled dangerously. Kate’s extremely distracting and extremely hot sight really affected her senses. "Hm- maybe you should come here and greet me with a welcome home kiss."

"I will, when you will come here and you will greet me with a kiss first." Kate freed her wide smirk when she watched Y/N standing frozen in her spot and slowly made a step forward towards her girlfriend, "babe? What’s wrong? Why are you standing there not moving?"

"Hm- I just- w-want you to come and greet me?" Y/N asked more than stated and sighed out loud when she heard her quivering voice and her pathetic stammering as her eyes took in Kate’s body approaching her slowly, taking a small step every few seconds, increasing Y/N’s body temperature rapidly. She truly looked like a predator approaching her prey.

"Hm." Kate hummed in thought as she tapped her chin gently with her forefinger, feigning thinking about Y/N’s words and broadened her smug smile that much so that it became a wolfish grin. "Are you sure it’s just that? You are always the one to approach me and greet me with a kiss."

"Well I like to change things up, y’know to spice them up a bit." Y/N countered back with the best firm tone she could muster and nodded resolutely to make Kate believe she was totally cool when in fact she was melting right under Kate’s scorching hot and seductive gaze.

"Oh is that so?" Kate asked in a humming tone as her left eyebrow lifted up knowingly, taking another step forward and watched as Y/N took a small step back, biting down on her bottom lip to suppress a breathy whine that escaped her throat, a gesture that sent wild shivers all over Kate’s hot skin and all merging right between her legs that already collected a great amount of wetness there with just the hungry look Y/N was regarding her with as her eyes swept over her body greedily, almost like she was trying to memorize her in her lingerie, "so you’re not standing there because you can’t actually move because you feel your legs give out, are you?"

"Hm- no." Y/N tried to counter back with her voice steady but her stumbling to emit just words and not whines or moans was a really difficult task, "I’m perfectly fine. You just like to tease and mock me like always but I’m good. Perfect. Peachy. See?"

"Oh yeah." Kate snorted before smugly smirking at Y/N when she tried to take a step forward but almost stumbled with her legs wobbling visibly and dangerously hard. "I see you’re doing great."

"Okay, I can’t exactly function right now. I’m surprised I’m still standing and not laying face first on the floor. Fuck babe, you are- gorgeous."

"Hm, so you noticed my small gift for you?" The black haired girl took another step forward and stood a feet away from Y/N, who was literally buzzing in excitement.

"Wait you have a small gift for me? Where is it?!" Y/N asked in a clearly fake enthusiasm as she faked searching a gift around the room with a big smile on her lips, causing a small laugh to leave Kate’s lips as she wrapped her arms around Y/N’s neck.

"Very funny. So? Do you like it?"

"Are you really asking me if I like it? Babe I’m literally forcing myself in not ripping this off of you and taking you right here. I like this lingerie so much to just ruin it." Kate wailed under her breath at Y/N’s words and when she placed her surprisingly warm hands on her waist and flushed their bodies together, both their arousal increasing a bit more at their yearned proximity, "I’m just gonna take you to our bed and peel it off gently, before fucking you into oblivion."

"Hm that’s what I was hoping for." Kate hummed sultrily on Y/N’s mouth before taking her bottom lip between her teeth and biting on it gently before pulling on it slowly and releasing it a few seconds later, making Y/N gasp out in surprise. Kate took advantage of that in a second and slipped her tongue into Y/N’s mouth to lick every nook and cranny of it and triggering another sinful sound from her.

"Fuck."

"Yeah that was the plan." Y/N grumbled before diving right back in and kissing Kate hungrily, clashing their tongues together and letting them dance around in their mouths greedily, triggering a moan from Kate that Y/N promptly swallowed.

"What are we waiting for then?" Y/N murmured between kisses and with a swift motion grasped Kate’s ass hard and lifted her up, eliciting a small shriek of surprise from Kate before she circled her hips with her legs and linked them securely to not fall off Y/N’s grasp. They resumed kissing right away while Y/N started the journey up the stairs to go into their bedroom, undress themselves and cave in into their deepest desires, but Y/N faltered a bit in her steps when Kate sucked particularly hard on her tongue. "Babe, I’m walking."

"Sorry." Kate smirked mischievously down at Y/N, a gesture that told the Y/H/C girl that Kate was in fact not apologetic for her behavior and that she was enjoying teasing Y/N to no end, basking in her small whines and her body twitching in pure arousal. Y/N stared pointedly at the archer with an unamused expression on her face while arching her right eyebrow up in challenge, but Kate kept staring back at her girlfriend with an innocent look on her beautiful features and a sweet smile on her lips. They stood on the third step of the staircase since Y/N stopped in her tracks at Kate’s antics, not really wanting to risk to make her girlfriend fall down from her grasp or making them both fall onto the ground if Kate kept on with her teasing and her body would fail her, staring at one another pointedly as their chests heaved wildly up and down while they tried to take some needed breath from their previous heavy kissing. Despite the lustful electricity clear in the air, both felt happiness swirl into their chests and stomaches at the love they also felt in the air and between them, "c’mon, hurry up. I want to try a new thing. And I can’t do that if we stay here on the stairs all night. I need you completely undressed for me, on our bed. I want to take some time to admire your wonderful naked body first before trying out the thing I have in mind. I am 100% positive you will love it. I want to hear you scream my name so many times it will be the only thing that you will have in mind tonight. I will make you come so fucking hard and so many times you will not have even a single drop of cum left in you. I will fuck you so good, so hard and thoroughly that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. But I will also make love to you to show you how much I love you."

"Oh is that so?" Y/N smirked widely at that as her body buzzed in anticipation and kneaded Kate’s ass firmly, triggering a moan from Kate at Y/N’s possessive gesture and making her core release a spurt of fresh arousal into her already ruined and drenched panties, increasing the already copious amount of wetness there. "Well I’m planning to do the exact same thing so I guess we both won’t leave the bed tomorrow. Too much spent to move."

"Well on the bright side, there are so many things to do in bed. Good thing tomorrow is Saturday."

"I thought you had homework to do." Y/N teased as she climbed one step and smirked up at Kate with a challenging eyebrow up.

"Oh I’m doing them right now. Well in a minute to be exact." Kate teased back as she pecked Y/N’s kiss-swollen lips now curled into a smile while feeling her starting her journey back up the stairs.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. That Miss Williams is a real nightmare. She gave us a shit ton of homework." Kate felt Y/N lay her gently down on the mattress before watching her crawl onto her body and place her hands on each side of her head, smirking down at her with a mischievous glint into her beautiful Y/E/C irises, "so I’m getting an head start on them tonight."

"What homework did she give you?"

"Making your significant other come all night long. I even bought a new supply to finish my homework tonight." Y/N shivered at that and closed her eyes when she felt her whole body burn in anticipation at Kate’s words and bit down on her bottom lip to prevent herself to devour Kate right on that instant as she wanted to listen to her words first.

"What new supply?"

"It’s in the nightstand, first drawer." Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in a mix of confusion and curiosity and stretched over to open that said drawer on the left side of her bed and almost collapsed onto Kate’s body when her eyes fell onto the mysterious item. She slowly retrieved it before placing it beside their torsos. "Do you like it?"

"Babe, I fucking love it! Shit, when did you buy it?"

"Like a week ago. I was having you as my sweet desert on our table and after you came, you murmured how you wished we had a strap on to have even more fun. So I bought it right away."

"You don’t even know how much I love you."

"I can if we consider how much I love you."

"C’mere."

"Ah-ah." Kate pushed a finger on Y/N’s lips and stopped her from kissing her while on her other hand she grabbed the strap on from Y/N’s fingers and placed it back on the mattress, "I want to go first if it’s okay with you."

"Of course, whatever you want babe." Y/N smiled lovingly down at Kate despite the topic of the conversation they were having and nuzzled their noses sweetly together before laying a sweet peck on her lips.

"Okay now- you are overdressed for my likings." Kate smirked wolfishly at Y/N, quickly pulling her blazer off with her nimble fingers first, then kissing her fervently, slipping her tongue right past Y/N’s slightly open lips and sucking on her tongue hungrily. The sound that Y/N emitted at her possessive gesture send shivers down both their bodies and increased their arousals copiously, "fuck."

"Hm." Y/N hummed contentedly when Kate’s lips settled on her pulse point, sucking on it a few seconds to leave a light mark before moving down her collarbone and then following down her bra’s strap from her left shoulder to the top of her chest. As soon as her lips reached the softness of Y/N’s breast, nimble fingers unclasped her bra and threw it on the floor to join her blazer, giving Kate a wonderful view of Y/N’s naked torso.

"Beautiful."

"Not as much as you are babe."

"I beg to differ." Kate countered back with a warm smile, bracketed her face, caressing her jaw gently, then laying a feather-light peck on Y/N’s lips, "you are gorgeous. Breathtakingly stunning."

"Babe." Y/N let out in a dazed tone and nuzzled their noses together, "I love you so much."

"I love you." Kate kissed Y/N lovingly once more before detaching her lips from Y/N’s ones and looked at her mischievously, "now, let me get back to work." Kate booped on Y/N’s nose and watched as she smiled widely at her at her cute gesture, then she couldn’t resist and laid another peck on her lips, "I want you naked as soon as possible so I can have you all night long."

"Someone is gonna get an A on her homework." Y/N teased in a sing-song tone and chuckled when Kate lifted her gaze up from her hands on her girlfriend’s stomach to wiggle her eyebrows mischievously as a proud, smug smirk appeared on her kiss-swollen lips. She choked on her laugh when a second later, at a lightning speed, Kate fumbled with her belt, popped her trouser’s button open and slipped her pants down her ass. Y/N got trapped in a whirlwind of emotions all at once for just a moment and when she gained her sanity back right a few seconds later, she smiled sheepishly when she noticed Kate staring at her and with a soft grin on her lips, patiently waiting for her to come back to earth and silently asking her to sit up to pull her pants all the way down. Y/N immediately obliged, shimmying her way out of her pants with Kate’s help and as soon as her pants hit the floor, Y/N straddled Kate’s legs right away and circled her arms around her neck to pull her into a passionate kiss full of teeth and tongues.

"What can I say? I want to be at the top of the class."

"Oh is that so?"

"Yep. And by doing that I need to top you first." Kate whispered on Y/N’s lips sultrily, giving her the opportunity to distract Y/N, who whined at her words, and switched their positions swiftly, laying Y/N down on the bed before straddling her hips and lying down on her body, her hands on each side of her head while their faces were inches apart, making their breaths mingle hotly between their slightly open mouths.

"Smooth, Bishop. Really smooth." Y/N admitted in a breathy tone right on Kate’s big, smug smirk and almost wailed out loud when Kate moved slightly over Y/N purposefully and rubbed her boobs over Y/N’s ones teasingly, "but remember, I’m still your professor and I am the one that will grade your homework."

"Right, so let’s start then." Kate’s cheeky grin broadened when, after sitting up, she arched her back more than necessary and quickly I clasped her bra and threw it on the floor, feeling Y/N’s eyes on her all the time. To give Y/N the show she deserved, she grabbed both her boobs and kneaded it teasingly, all the while staring directly into Y/N’s eyes. Kate felt pride overwhelm her body at the hungry look Y/N was staring her with, shivering visibly when a small moan left her girlfriend’s lips after pinching both her nipples gently, but almost collapsed on Y/N when she noticed her eyes darkening and her hands flew on her naked hips, her pointer fingers slipping under the waistband of her lacy panties and rolled it around them needily.

"Can I touch you too?"

"Of course babe, but no funny business. I have a plan in mind and it involves making you come first."

"Fuck, okay, I’ll behave. But please, let me take your bra off." Y/N pecked Kate’s lips softly when the girl smiled lovingly at her and nodded, quickly unclasping Kate’s bra and letting it fly past Kate’s shoulder, over the room and onto the floor. "Perfect."

"Yeah, you are perfect." Kate countered back with a wide, loving smile as she stared intently into Y/N’s eyes, who looked back at her with just as much love and affection swimming into her Y/E/C irises.

"Such a dork." Y/N shook her head and smiled up at Kate before wrapping her lips around hers in a slow, languid kiss, that instantly deepened when Kate flushed their bodies together and rubbed their nipples together, sending chills all over their bodies. "I want you baby."

"I want you too baby. Ready?" Kate slipped a finger between their bodies and right between Y/N’s legs to make sure Y/N was turned on enough for her and found an already great amount of wetness there. "Hm, already so wet for me."

"I’ve been wet since I laid my eyes on you when I came back home." Y/N admitted as she bucked her hips up to desperately try to gain some more attention on her core with Kate’s fingers, but the archer teasingly pulled them away and, without breaking their eyes contact, she pushed her index finger, glistening with Y/N’s juices, into her mouth and licked it clean. She pulled her finger away from her mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and hummed out a lewd moan just to tease Y/N some more. "Delicious."

"Babe hurry up or I will literally come without a proper stimulation."

"Even if that would be amazing to witness, I would really like for you to come on my fingers and strap. So lay back, I’m gonna put the strap on."

"Can I help you?" Y/N asked with the softest and shyest tone she ever used, blushed furiously as she waited for her girlfriend’s answer, who simply smiled lovingly down at her.

"Of course babe. You didn’t even need to ask." Kate reassured Y/N, leaning down and kissing the Y/H/C girl languidly on her lips, making Y/N smile at her brightly after she pulled away.

"I know." Y/N spoke up timidly and her blush deepened each passing second Kate kept staring at her like she put the stars in the sky. "I just wanted to ask because I didn’t know if you wanted to put the harness alone and make me watch it."

"Hm, tempting. Really tempting." Kate hummed in thought as she tapped on her chin with her pointer finger in a thinking manner and smirked mischievously at Y/N, before huffing out a small laugh and pecking her lips once again when the girl’s blush deepened some more, "it would tease you to no end, but I think strapping me in would make you even more wet. So-." Kate trailed off to grab the harness into the bag and signaled Y/N to sit up as she settled on her knees, "strap me up."

"Okay, that- fuck- was too hot coming out of your mouth."

"I thought that it was your name as I moaned it, too much hot for you."

"No-." Y/N countered back resolutely, tapping on Kate’s left thigh and made her fumble around with her legs to make the harness slip over both of them before delicately strapping her in with a laser focus on, "that’s illegal. Only thinking about it, it’s making me even more wet."

"Hm, let me check." Kate immediately slipped her hand between Y/N’s legs and teased her folds with her fingers, letting out a lewd moan in the process just to tease Y/N some more, feeling her core releasing a fresh gush of arousal that made the black haired girl shudder at the feeling, "fuck yes."

"Let me finish strapping you up, so you can fuck me." Y/N let out in a shuddering breath, the stimulation on her core a welcoming but distracting sensation as she finished putting the strap on Kate.

"Needy, are we?" Kate asked in a sultry tone as she pulled her hand away and behaved for a few seconds to let Y/N finish putting the strap on into place, whimpering here and there after each time the harness and the small end of the strap buried in her vagina stimulated her overheated core and watched Y/N smirk as she did that, triggering a few shivers that traveled all over her body and merged all between her legs realizing she was doing it purposefully to tease her.

"Yes." Y/N answered earnestly after she strapped the last strap on Kate’s harness and watched Kate pointedly, lifting an eyebrow up seductively, "you teased me enough."

"Oh yeah." Kate smirked widely and wiggled her eyebrows mischievously down at Y/N before pecking her lips lovingly when she watched her eyes roll in fond exasperation, "my plan was exactly that. Teasing you to no end, making you so wet that you would’ve dripped onto the sheets." Kate trailed off to pointedly stare at Y/N’s juices dripping down the sheets and subsequently making Y/N look too, watching her shudder a moment before staring back at her, clearly out of breath, "and even though I think it’s never enough teasing you since it’s so fucking empowering and amusing watching you almost beg me to fuck you, fucking you is ten times better. So, lay back and get ready to get railed."

"Oh fuck, yes!" Y/N wailed as she laid back on the mattress with Kate’s hand on her right shoulder helping her down, and wiggled her body around to get comfortable on the bed before spreading her legs widely and giving Kate a great view of her core through her see through panties, dripping wet and ready for her girlfriend. "Do you want me to take it off?"

"No, I want to do it." Kate quickly got rid of Y/N’s panties, not wanting to waste more time and settled between her legs, teasing her entrance with the tip of the strap on before using her fingers to collect as much arousal from Y/N’s center and spreading it on the dildo to prepare it fully, reveling in the pitiful moans leaving Y/N’s mouth. "You ready?"

Y/N trashed her head around as she felt the lust pumping fast into her veins getting almost unbearable with Kate’s fingers caressing her dripping core before forcing herself to open her eyes at Kate’s question and meeting her almost black ocean blue irises, "yes babe. Make me fucking come."

"As you wish baby." Kate smirked widely and positioned the tip of the dildo right onto Y/N’s entrance and stared at her lovingly, "ready?"

"Yes baby."

"Okay." Kate eases the tip in slowly and shivered visibly when she felt Y/N let out a mix of a guttural groan and a moan, Y/N’s walls contracting on the dildo and pushing it in easily, making Kate almost go nuts.

"Fuck babe." Y/N moaned again when the archer slowly slipped the strap in to help her adjust to the strap on’s size and squeezed her hips gently to ground her as pleasure almost overwhelmed her.

"Shit babe." Kate moaned out loud as she tried to not to push her hips too much hard or too fast into Y/N’s core as she experienced the amazing sensation of having her girlfriend’s walls squeeze around her strap on and keeping pulling it more into her core while consequently pulling her hips more between Y/N’s legs, "you feel amazing around my strap babe."

"Oh shit! YES!" Y/N whined once again when Kate pushed slowly the dildo a few more inches in, stopping just a few seconds to not overwhelm Y/N too much, and trashed her head around in pure ecstasy at the sensation invading her body when Kate resumed her movements to push the dildo a bit more into Y/N. "You feel so fucking good babe, ah!"

"Tell me if it’s too much and I will pull out."

"No! No, I can take it, just go slow for now." Kate nodded and pecked Y/N’s lips lovingly when she stopped her movements again for a few seconds then resumed slipping the dildo slowly into Y/N when the girl nodded into the kiss, her hands gripping the back of her neck and Kate’s hands on her hips grounding her to the. Both girls let out a breathy moan when Kate bottomed out into Y/N’s core and flushed their hips impossibly closer, creating a new, intoxicating sensation they both already got addicted to.

"You good babe?"

"Fuck babe, yes! Give me a few seconds and you can move."

"So good." Y/N trashed her head around and wailed at the praises Kate whispered on her lips as she waited for Y/N’s signal, that arrived a few moments later with a small nod. Y/N wailed softly under her breath when Kate slipped slowly away and sunk the dildo back into her just as slowly. Kate knew Y/N was experiencing so much pleasure from her face contorting in pure ecstasy, but she didn’t knew she could feel the same as she moved into Y/N with the strap. It was so intimate, so full of raw emotions that it almost overwhelmed her, but she didn’t let her mind lose her focus and she got pulled out of her head by Y/N’s next words.

"Hm, you stretch me so good." Y/N moaned out loud when Kate flushed their hips together once again and stilled her movements to help Y/N adjust some more, wailing too at the lustful words before peppering kisses all over her face.

"Tell me when I can move."

"You can." Y/N answered right away, eager to feel Kate move into her again.

"You sure? We don’t have to rush anything." Kate assured Y/N and watched as a big, bright grin settled on her mouth at her thoughtful words.

"I know." Kate smiled softly at Y/N when she spoke in a tone a bit strained and nuzzled their noses together. "But I am ready now."

"Okay, then." Kate kept grinning down at Y/N for a few more seconds, then pecked her lips lovingly quickly, but didn’t move too far away, staying with her lips hovering over Y/N’s ones as she moved her hips back slowly and pushed the dildo almost all the way out of Y/N before, with just as much sweetness and just as much slowly, she eased the dildo right back in, shivering wildly at the low, long moan Y/N emitted right on her mouth at the amazing sensations Kate was triggering.

"Fuck babe! Shit! Do that again." Kate did as she was asked and repeated the delicate movement, feeling Y/N’s walls swallow the dildo perfectly each time she moved back in, increasing her own arousal tenfold.

"Slow or can I move a bit faster?"

"You can go faster now baby."

"Okay." Kate smiled lovingly at Y/N before repeating her previous motion, pulling out slowly before sliding her strap on into Y/N’s core a bit faster, eliciting a low, guttural groan from her girlfriend.

"Yes!" Y/N canted her hips up and tried to meet Kate’s tender thrusts as the pleasure built within her each passing second, the small pain from the initial stretch long forgotten as she experienced the best pleasure she had ever experienced and the fact that she was enduring it all with Kate that was being so loving and careful, was making it all ten times better. "Fuck babe, you don’t even know how good you feel right now."

"Trust me, I know babe." Kate grunted out right as she pushed her hips back a bit more faster and thrusted her dildo back into Y/N a bit more hard, "even if I’m not completely attacked to this strap on, fuck it almost feels real. I can feel so connected with you." Kate admitted as she accidentally slammed the strap on hard into Y/N and made her wail particularly loud at that. "Sorry! I got carried away."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Do that again please! Harder if you can!" Y/N grunted in frustration as Kate kept thrusting into her in a slow rhythm and moved her hands from Kate’s neck to her shoulder blades to clung onto them to try to be as closer to her girlfriend as she could.

"With pleasure babe." With that Kate quickly pulled a few inches out of Y/N and pushed right back in quickly and hard, hitting something in Y/N that made her growl in rapture.

"Oh shit, yes!"

Kate smiled widely at the moan of pure ecstasy Y/N emitted after Kate pulled out slowly and slammed the dildo back in a tad bit harder and fast, not really knowing how to explain how she literally felt Y/N’s walls squeeze the dildo and moving it just enough to stimulate her own core with moving the small end buried inside of her. "You are so beautiful baby."

"Not as much as-fuck- you babe." Y/N replied between a loud moan when Kate repeated the gesture and helped her movement with her hands laid them on Y/N’s hips, steadying her sloppy movements and stopping her hips from moving too much and instead helping her meeting her thrusts to increase her pleasure, "oh yes! You look so beautiful fucking me babe."

"Oh yeah?" Kate asked in a strained voice, fatigue catching up with her but she put it aside as she focused on giving Y/N the best orgasm she had ever had and delivering the best pleasure she ever experienced. "Well I’m only trying to make you cum all over me to see how gorgeous you are as you scream my name."

"Shit."

"Hold on, let me try something." Kate steadied herself on her knees and gripped Y/N’s hips harder as she pulled out fast and just as quickly slammed her strap on hard back into Y/N, making Y/N’s body wiggle a little and watched with her mouth watering Y/N’s boobs shake up and down from the movement.

"Holy fuck! Again! Harder! YES!" Y/N slammed her head back on the pillow and arched her back as the pleasure spreading all over her body almost overwhelmed her when Kate repeated the gesture over and over, delivering precise and hard thrusts.

"Fuck, I love your moans."

"And I love youYESYESYES!"

"Look at you, so needy for my strap."

"Yes!" Y/N moaned loudly as she arched her neck back and closed her eyes hard, making her almost see stars behind them, "yes babe! I want all of you!"

"Hm, we can arrange something after I fuck your brains out." Kate stated as she pushed harder into Y/N, making her body move wildly onto the mattress, her boobs moving up and down in synch with Y/N’s body after Kate’s harsh thrusts. "Feel good?"

"Oh yes! Faster babe, please."

"As you wish, my beautiful baby." Kate sped up her movements and grunted out in fatigue as she doubled her efforts to try to pump into Y/N hard without hurting her, the small end into her building her own orgasm as pleasure invaded her body.

"Oh fuck!" Y/N trashed her head around in pure ecstasy as Kate hit a new spot within her, making her almost see stars as her body trembled in pure, raw pleasure, the sounds their bodies made as they slammed together and the headrest hitting the wall in soft ‘thuds’ created a sinful melody that inebriated both girls.

"Fuck babe, you look so hot right now." Kate let out in a strained, breathy tone, also full of all the love, the admiration and the affection she had for her girlfriend, her eyes full of tenderness and fondness as she smiled adoringly down at Y/N, "you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on."

"Babe! Fuck. You can’t say things like that while pounding into me." Y/N felt her whole face burn with a scorching blush, pretty sure it wasn’t for the intense pleasure she was experiencing but 100% sure it was from Kate’s loving words as she regarded her with that intense, fond look in her beautiful, gorgeous ocean blue eyes, now slightly darker from their lewd activities. "It was so fucking adorable but also extremely hot. You don’t even know how much I love you."

"I love you, so much." Kate leaned down and trapped Y/N’s still a bit bruised lips in an hard kiss, it wasn’t rushed and it was completely chaste, but it was so powerful and intense both felt their bodies shiver wildly and hugged each other close, all the while Kate kept her unrelenting pace into Y/N, never stopping her hard and precise thrusts into her. "I love you."

"I’m so close. Let me come babe. Let me come all over you."

"Of course my love." Kate doubled her efforts and pushed more into Y/N’s core as she fought against the fatigue, using her hands to stop Y/N’s sloppy movements and increase her pleasure by placing her thumb on her pulsating clit, rolling it under her thumb. "Fuck, you are so tight."

"Oh Kate!"

"Are you ready to come?" Kate asked in a soft, breathy tone, visibly shivering when she heard Y/N moan lewdly in response. Kate knew Y/N was almost ready to hit her tipping point, if her back arching and her moans increasing in volume were anything to go by, "answer me babe. I want to hear you say it."

"Yes babe! I’m so so so close! Please! Just a bit more harder and faster!" Y/N pleaded needily, moaning and wailing pitifully when Kate fulfilled her request right after by moving in and out of her impossibly fast and hard, the squelching sounds of the dildo coming in and out of her making everything so much hot and sinful and dirty. "Yes! I’M SO CLOSE! FUCK!"

"Come for me babe. I can feel you want to come. Do it." And Y/N did right after, her walls swallowing the dildo impossibly in as fluids spurted out of her core and onto the dildo, Kate’s lap and the sheets, causing Kate’s brain to spiral out of control at the sensation.

"Holy shit, that was so powerful."

"You looked so beautiful." Kate stated in awe as she pushed a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear before leaning down and kissing her tenderly, "how do you feel?"

"Like I’m floating. Fuck I love you so much."

"I love you babe." Kate replied with a million dollars grin and pecked Y/N’s lips once again, not deepening it and keeping it chaste as both reveled in the other’s presence, "I love you so much."

"Stop Kate! You’re making me blush!" Y/N tried to shield her blushing face from Kate as she giggled cutely at the archer staring at her lovingly by moving it to the side and covering it with her hands, but Kate wasn’t having it and after grasping Y/N’s wrists gently, she pulled her hands away from her face, glad that Y/N didn’t resist her, and showered her blushing face with soft, loving kisses, causing Y/N’s giggles to come back in full swing. "I’ve never felt so happy."

"Really?"

"Yes babe. I’ve never been so intimate with someone like I’ve been with you. And I’m not only talking about sex or making love, no. I’m talking about sharing our deepest secrets, our most yearned desires, our insecurities, our fears. But I’m also talking about our banters, our silly selves joking around at any times, even after having sex. I’ve never been so happy in my life. I knew from the moment I saw you walking into that conference room in the Avengers Facility 2 years ago you would’ve been a really important person in my life. It would be cliché to say that I fell in love with you in that instant and maybe it would’ve been too soon, but I knew I started feeling something from you from that moment on."

"Now that we’re pouring our hearts out, I guess it’s my turn to say that this is the happiest I’ve ever been and I got to meet Clint Barton, having him as my mentor. My idol since I was a kid." Y/N chuckled softly at Kate’s dorky response, shaking her head in fond exasperation and making Kate laugh alongside her. "Anyway, I must admit when we first met I was a bit intimidated by you."

"What? Why?" Y/N interrupted Kate with wide eyes and an incredulous, amused grin, before giggling softly when the archer laughed and nodded.

"Yeah! First of all, you know how much of a fangirl I am and y’know being in the Avengers Compound, joining the Avengers, meeting the Avengers was all a bit overwhelming. Anyway, I knew who you were and I already had a crush on you. But fuck when I saw you in the conference room, it was… wow."

"Really?" Y/N asked incredulously as she stared at Kate in shock at her admission, watching as a small blush settled on her cheeks as she nodded shyly at her girlfriend, "why didn’t you make a move sooner?"

"Because I was afraid to loose you! I was over the moon when we became friends and then best friends. I didn’t want to ruin what we had just because I couldn’t control myself, my feelings and I couldn’t keep it into my pants."

"Well, from how fucking great you are in bed, I think we can all agree you could’ve definitely not kept it into your pants." Y/N teased Kate with a sultry look and bit on her bottom lip seductively as she wiggled her eyebrows, making Kate snort at her with a fond shake of her head.

"Horny teenager."

"Nope, I’m the teacher in our mission, remember? You are the teen here."

"Suck a dork." Kate laughed heartily at Y/N’s joke and shook her head amusedly, bracketing her face and kissing her soundly on her mouth, "anyway, I just wanted to have you in my life. I didn’t want to scare you away with my feelings, so I stashed it all inside. If it meant keeping you in my life, I was willing to keep my feelings at bay for the sake of our friendship."

"Oh babe, c’mere." Y/N pulled Kate down in a sweet, chaste kiss as she caressed her face gently with her hands, "we had the same thought. I didn’t want to ask you out just because if you rejected me, I wouldn’t have known how to deal with you walking away from my life. But trust me every hug, every kiss on the cheek, every cuddling session was both a fucking torture and the most beautiful thing in the world. It was like having a taste of what dating you would feel like but then reality crushed down on me and made me remember we weren’t together, just best friends."

"I don’t know about you, but I can literally hear Yelena telling us we are stupid."

Y/N giggled heartily at Kate’s joke and nodded in agreement, both taking a bit of time to laugh together at how stupid they actually had been all this time. "But then everything worked out in the end. And I’m so glad it did."

"Me too." Kate smiled warmly down at Y/N before leaning down to kiss her again and both sighed contentedly into the kiss, keeping it chaste to savor the moment before pulling away just a slight bit, enough for Kate to nuzzle their noses together adoringly, "can I pull the strap out or do you need a bit more time?"

"No, it’s fine. You can move it out now."

"Okay." Kate pecked Y/N’s lips once more before slowly pulling away, hearing Y/N whine in both protest at the lack of fullness the dildo was providing and from the strain of her perfectly stretched core.

"Hello there." Y/N smiled lovingly up at Kate when the archer got out of the harness, moaned a bit when she pulled the small end of the dildo out of her extremely wet core and placed the harness and the dildo on the nightstand before leaning onto Y/N’s naked body and sighed contentedly when the girl’s arms embraced her torso lovingly.

"Hi." Kate smiled warmly and tenderly down at Y/N before kissing her gently, not rushing anything despite her core pulsating wildly and begging her to do something, the love exuding from both of them after their speech was still present and it wrapped around them like it was a warm and cozy blanket, "you’re so beautiful."

"You’re one to talk. You’re gorgeous babe."

"I love you."

"I love you Kate."

"We’re so soft, like we’ve never been." Kate chuckled alongside Y/N at her words, watching as Y/N nodded in amusement and agreement, "I know every time we have sex we also make love, but we’ve never been this- mushy."

"I agree. It must have been the fact that I fall in love with you every single day some more, then." Y/N smiled charmingly at Kate who blushed furiously at her girlfriend’s words.

"Such a charmer."

"What can I say? I like sweeping you off your feet."

"You sweep me off my feet every time you smile."

"Who’s the charmer now?" Y/N asked ironically at Kate’s smug grin and nuzzled their noses together when she giggled softly under her breath.

"I’m just- so happy and so fucking in love with you."

"I know how you feel babe, because I feel the same." Y/N admitted and shared a quick peck with Kate before sighing happily after pulling away as she caressed her naked back gently.

"How do you feel?"

"Great." Y/N answered Kate’s question with a dopey smile, making Kate grin alongside her with a dumb smile of her own, both giggling loudly and care-freely at the love still present around them, "you are really good at using the strap on. I feel thoroughly fucked, holy shit."

"Thank you!" Kate smiled widely at Y/N’s compliment, feeling pride swell deeply within her at her girlfriend’s praising her skills in bed, "even if I haven’t used it so often in my past sexcapades, I’m really glad to hear that. I only want to make you feel good babe."

"You did, you made me feel a lot more than good. Great. Amazing. Wonderful. Exceptional. Extraordinary."

"I’m glad to hear that. I only want you to feel like a queen and I want you to be worshipped the way you deserve to be worshipped."

"And I want the same for you babe." Kate smiled warmly at Y/N before leaning down again to meet her lips in a languid kiss, "well I must admit I’ve had the best orgasm I’ve ever had with you, so yeah, you are doing a pretty good job at worshipping my body."

"Good."

Y/N smiled warmly up at Kate before nuzzling their noses together, a cute gesture despite their conversation, "I also need to admit I’ve never felt so good in bed before you came into the picture, no pun intended." Y/N joked and reveled with a dumb smile at Kate’s loud giggle at her joke. "You are amazing in bed."

"So are you babe." Kate countered back with a sweet grin as she kept nuzzling their noses some more, sometimes moving her nose on Y/N’s cheek but returning on Y/N’s nose to peck her lips from time to time, "I must admit I had a lot of one night stands, but you had been so fucking good I asked myself if I’ve ever had sex before. No one can match your sex skills in bed."

"I am honored really." Y/N smiled proudly as she lifted her chin up boldly and puffed her chest a bit cheekily, "my ego is literally exploding right now babe."

"Well I only speak the truth, the things you can do with that mouth of yours are out of this world."

Y/N growled under her breath and sunk her nails into Kate’s shoulder blades, the archer hissing a bit in a mix of pain and pleasure at the stinging sensation on her skin but let Y/N flush their bodies together and both reveled in their naked chests rubbing together, "and you have yet to see what I can do with a strap on."

"I can’t wait to find out." Kate rasped out after she heard Y/N’s low, hoarse, seductive tone and bit down on Y/N’s bottom lip teasingly, smiling when the girl groaned under her breath at her bold gesture.

"Okay, we need to wash it first. I will be quick."

"Okay, yeah." Kate nodded in understanding and moved a slight bit to the side to let Y/N move and sit up from the bed, "I’ll wait here. Or do you want me to come with you?"

"No you can stay here." Y/N kissed Kate softly and smiled warmly at her, before moving slightly further down the bed and got off of it, "why don’t you stay here and spread those amazing legs for me while I wash this strap on?"

"Fuck." Kate whispered under her breath as a shiver wrecked her whole body with her temperature rising instantly, but nodded nonetheless and already moved on the bed to lay down on the pillows comfortably.

"I’ll be quick." Kate stared transfixed as Y/N moved away from her before grabbing the strap on and walking towards the en-suite to go wash the dildo, focusing a few seconds on her naked ass and noticing how Y/N swayed her hips more than necessary, making Kate smile knowingly as she realized Y/N was doing that purposefully just to tease her as she was sure Kate would’ve stared at her ass. She got out of her daze and quickly moved around to settle comfortably on the bed, spreading her legs open wide to give Y/N a great view of her dripping wet core when she would walk out of the bathroom. After about 2 minutes Y/N walked out of the en-suite and almost dropped the dildo on the floor to join her jaw at the amazing sight she walked in on. "Holy shit."

Kate felt her body boil over with pride, arousal and power as she watched Y/N devour her body with her eyes - silently hoping she would devour her pussy and her body too with her mouth later on -, "like what you see?"

"A lot."

"Are you gonna just stare or are you gonna do something?" Kate asked seductively with her voice an octave lower than usual and made Y/N shiver visibly as her core pulsated with fresh arousal, "I am so wet for you babe."

"I can see that, Kate." Y/N spoke up with her voice hoarse and full of lust, her Y/E/C eyes almost black with need to make Kate come undone with the strap on, with her fingers and with her mouth, that need almost too unbearable and too much overwhelming that she felt frozen in her spot as she gripped the strap on between her hands with her eyes fixated on Kate’s bldy. "I can see you dripping down onto the sheets, your wonderful pussy screaming at me to lick it clean, your clit begging for my lips play with it. I can hear your whole body asking for me and I can’t wait to fulfill all your and your body’s requests, one after another." Y/N admitted with a sultry tone, arousal, lust and need for her girlfriend she had spread onto her bed, clear in her voice, dripping with an extremely odd sweetness in it despite her crass words and the subject of their conversation. She finally moved from her frozen spot right out of the en-suite and walked slowly towards Kate, who instinctively spread her legs some more and teasingly slipped a hand between her thighs and moved a finger up and down her wet folds, smirking seductively when Y/N focused intently on her movements before meeting her dark ocean blue irises, "you’re playing dirty here Bishop." Y/N commented Kate’s bold gesture as she climbed up the bed and positioned herself between Kate’s legs, sitting on her calves and still gripping the dildo hard between her hands. She eyed Kate’s precise strokes for a few more seconds before moving one hand away from the dildo and moved it towards Kate’s core, gripping her wrist and pulling her hand away from her pussy with a small growl, watching as an innocent smile fell on Kate’s lips.

"Yup, I’m dripping wet for you. I was just checking."

"Kate." Y/N grumbled Kate’s name before leaning down and kissing her fervently, her tongue slipping past Kate’s slightly parted lips to lick every nook and cranny of her mouth as she flushed their bodies together, making them both hum in appreciation.

"Do you want to put the strap on me or do you want me to do it myself?" Y/N asked in a murmur on Kate’s lips after pulling away from the intense kiss to take some needed breath as their burning lungs screamed at them for some fresh air.

"Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Well yeah." Kate smiled lovingly up at Y/N at her question and bit on her bottom lip to prevent her smile to get bigger, eliciting a small giggle from her girlfriend, "I want you to do everything you want to do. I don’t want to force you to do something."

"I love you so fucking much." Kate spoke up as cradled Y/N’s face with her hands, squeezed her cheeks a few seconds, eliciting a small giggle from Y/N, before slamming their lips together in a slow, delicate but forceful kiss, effectively morphing Y/N’s laugh in a moan. "I want to do everything with you my beautiful Y/N Y/L/N."

"Me too."

"So, can I put the strap on on you?"

[3/3]

[familyvideostevie]

Just some lovely, sickening post-story established relationship fluff would be AMAZING… I love no good at waiting so much 🥺

thank you for reading!! here's a little scene of steve x bee girl spending a morning together that winter :)

fluff, [0.7k], a no good at waiting one-shot | au masterlist __

Though Steve has assured you multiple times that the barn loft is well insulated, you are finding winter mornings to be almost unbearable. Well, maybe that's dramatic. But you can feel a chill in the air without the warmth of him next to you in bed.

You're due for your shift at the library soon, but Steve begged you to stay for breakfast first. Apparently, El made banana bread last night in the main house, so he went to fetch some.

Sometimes when he leaves you in his bed you think back to Halloween, how he must have run back up the stairs with sweets in hand and called your name to an empty room.

You promised not to leave him like that again. Not to leave him ever, you mean but didn't say. So, as a selfish extension of that promise, you hardly leave the bed until he's back. Some of Steve's heat lingers under his comforter with you, heat you curl into and find it hard to sleep without these days.

Everything smells like him -- the sheets, the pillows, the fabric of the hoodie you're wearing with nothing underneath. You're even wearing his socks. Maybe it's time to ask if you can keep some clothes here. He's got a drawer at your place, after all.

"I'm back!" Steve calls, the door swinging open. He's been gone for maybe ten minutes max, but you missed him even still. The sound of his voice, full of adoration and excitement to come back to you makes your heart flutter.

"Still here," you call to him like you always do. "Still cold."

He laughs. "I don't know how hungry you are, but I got like, half of the loaf," Steve says. You hear him toe off his boots but can't get a good look through the cubed shelves that separate his bed from the kitchen. "Are you coming over here?" You groan and toss the covers away, the colder air making you shiver. The clock on Steve's bedside table reads 7:45 am. You don't have to leave until 9 to make it to work, but Steve is used to getting up early.

You catch Steve in a yawn when you step into the kitchen. His hair is still the mess it was when he woke, cheeks pink from the cold his glasses askew and nose scrunched as he takes you in, expression fond. You yawn in reply and rub your hands over your arms to emphasize that you're cold. "Aw," he pouts teasingly. "'C'mere."

He opens his arms and you step into them without hesitation. You rest your head on his shoulder as his hands rub up and down your back gently, his breath synching with yours.

It's a nice moment, sweet and lovely until --

"Steve!" His hands are like ice on your lower back, so shocking that you push further into his chest to get away instead of jumping back. He cackles before pulling them back, running them up and down your arms instead.

"Sorry," he says, not sorry at all. He kisses you to make up for it, a soft but quick peck before he turns to unwrap the banana bread. "I think it's got chocolate chips in it." He makes quick work of grabbing a knife and cutting off the end for you, which he knows you like best.

"Oh my god," you moan. "This is the best thing I've ever put in my mouth." Steve has the nerve to frown.

"Really?" he says. You ignore him.

"Wow," you say. "Fuck me." Steve's nostrils flare. Then he takes a bite.

His eyes widen. "Oh, that is really good, actually." You both chew in silence for a few seconds before you realize his pupils are a little big.

"Steve, are you seriously turned on by me eating banana bread?"

"You were moaning!" he says. "Plus, you're cold. And I know how to warm you up." He wiggles his eyebrows and you roll your eyes. "How much time do you have?" You turn his wrist towards you so you can see the time.

"An hour, maybe?" he says. He reaches out to gently wipe away a smudge of chocolate from your mouth with his thumb. He makes. a show of licking it clean, eyes on you the whole time. Despite his juvenile antics, you feel the hook in your belly jerk.

"Fine," you say. He cheers. "But a hot shower after!" He surges forward, cold hands on your face this time but you don't pull away as he kisses you sloppily.

"Whatever you want, honey."

[saintlike78]

Ok so... I have a little request : Bill is not with Fleur, but he meets Harry's cousin (Dudley's sister, who is the complete opposite of her family and loves Harry as her own brother) and she arouses his interest, and from here you can continue as you wish, if you could do a little smut if you are comfortable.🤗🤗🤗

I know Dudley doesn't have a sister, but I like the idea. And sorry for the mistakes, but I don't speak English so well.

Never seen anyone like you [B.W.]

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I’m so sorry for the long wait, but I loved this idea so much, but I just didn’t know which direction to go with it, but I hope you like what I came up with. Reader is the same age as the twins and is also a muggle. This is also kinda paired with another request, where the person just wanted a Bill Weasley smut, which is also included.

Pairings: Bill Weasley x Fem! Muggle! Reader

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, fingering, unprotected sex, age gap (7 years), mention of death, mention of nightmares, mention of injury.

The wind hit your back and made a chill run up your spine, making you shiver. Standing in the driveway of nr. 4 Privet Drive, you and Harry were watching your mother, father and brother leave because of the wizarding war threatening their safety. Your mother had tried but failed to get you to leave as well, but you couldn’t imagine leaving Harry behind and not being able to be there for him and to protect him, even if you had no magic yourself.

You had always loved Harry and saw him as a closer family than your actual family. You never understood what the problem was with him or why your family seemed to despise him so much, that was until he got his letter and he left for Hogwarts. You were so happy for him, but not being able to see him and only during the summer was tough because without Harry there to take all the slander from the Dursleys you, unfortunately, became the family's punching bag. When you turned 18 and finally moved out, you let Harry stay with you in your flat instead of going home to your family.

The house seemed eerie with only you and Harry and no future. You sat on the kitchen counter, Harry was pacing around the kitchen whilst you were waiting for the order to come and transport you both.

“Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not too late to leave and go into hiding yourself,” Harry said looking at you with worry.

“I’m sure, Harry, I want to be here with you and make sure you’re alright.”

A knock sounded on the door and you jumped down from the counter, following Harry to the door. Harry opened the door and inside stepped many familiar faces and some you hadn’t seen before. Having had Harry stay with you, you had met all the Weasleys (except for Charlie and Bill), when you had gone to visit The Burrow.

They all stepped inside one at a time and greeted you. The twins had made a huge show about picking you up and spinning you around telling you how much they had missed their ‘favorite muggle’, you slapped both their arms lightly and let them pass you. The last two people to enter was Arthur Weasley who you greeted, and one person you hadn’t met before. He had red hair, letting you know he was a Weasley as well, he was tall and had scars running down his face like Remus Lupin. You were almost at a loss for words when he stepped inside, your mind completely blank after looking at how handsome he was. You could already feel a little crush starting to form and you got butterflies when he made his way to you and stuck out his hand for you to shake.

“I’m Bill Weasley, a pleasure to meet you, at last, my family has told me much about you.” He said as you shook his hand. “Y/N Dursley, lovely to meet you too,” you said knowing you should be letting his hand go, but letting it linger a little longer.

You both just stared at each other, completely forgetting where you were and that you had things to do. That was until Fred and George came up on either side of you, each placing a hand on each of your shoulders, prompting you to let go of Bill’s hand.

“Well, now you’re just missing Charlie and then you’ve met the whole Weasley-clan,” Fred said with a laugh.

You just laughed and nodded your head.

“I’m going to go find Harry,” you quickly smiled at Bill and got out of the twin’s grasp, leaving them alone with Bill in the hallway.

“Blimey, why did none of you tell me!” Bill exclaimed in a low voice.

“Tell you what?” the twins said in synch.

“Tell me about Y/N,” he said as if his statement was obvious.

“We did, we said she was really nice and that she came round the shop and by the house a couple of times,” George said, still not really understanding what their brother meant.

“Yes, you said she was nice, but you didn’t tell me she looked like that.”

Both Fred and George let out a laugh, “Well mate, we didn’t think it was important to say that she doesn’t look like the other Dursleys.”

Bill hmphed like a child, “you could have told me. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Alright alright, calm down Bill,” Fred laughed.

“But if you must know… she’s the same age as us, so a bit young for you eh? But she’s also single, from what we’ve gathered,” George informed their brother.

Bill just nodded and was about to ask more about you, but Moody’s voice was heard from the lounge telling everyone to gather around.

Entering the lounge, Bill spotted you and came to stand beside you, but slightly behind you. You felt his presence and turned your head slightly to give him a smile, one that he returned.

Moody briefed you all on what was going to happen, not without an objection from Harry. When Moody told everyone that he wanted there to be seven Harrys’, you had volunteered, since you felt kind of useless, being a muggle and all. This also didn’t go over well with Harry, telling you that this was out of the question, but you being just as stubborn as he would not let him talk you out of it. You told him that you wanted to help and that this was the only way for you to help with this situation.

After much convincing from not only you but everyone, he finally agreed.

“Alright, all the Harrys’ have a companion to ride with except for you Y/N.. you can ride with Bill,” Moddy informed you.

You nodded and felt a hand fall on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. You looked back at Bill, whose hand it was, and smiled again. He kept his hand on your shoulder as a form of comfort and encouragement, squeezing once in a while. You could feel the butterflies swarming around in your stomach and you felt all warm and tingly all over, just because of his small touch.

Not long after, you were clinging on to Bill as you made your way to The Burrow. You didn’t know what you were thinking volunteering, since you couldn’t really protect yourself against the swarm of death eaters that followed you through the sky. Bill was trying his best to steer and fight back against them all. Moody was trying to shield you from the other side, but then suddenly a green spark hit him, and he tumbled towards the ground.

You let out a scream and buried your head into Bill’s back.

“Don’t worry, the worst part is over, we’ll be there soon,” Bill shouted against the wind so you would be able to hear him.

Arriving at The Burrow you were met by Molly attacking both you and Bill with a gigantic hug.

“Are you alright?” she asked looking between Bill and yourself.

“We’re alright mum, but Alastor… he didn’t make it,” Bill said looking down.

You put a hand on his back, slowly rubbing up and down trying to soothe him. You knew everyone was close with Moody and that his death would hurt the Order.

“How is everyone?” You asked Molly, hoping she would bring you some sort of good news.

“We’re still missing Fred and Arthur, but it would be best for you to come with me inside… George was hurt, he’ll be fine, but I need to keep an eye on him,” Molly informed you both.

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You were startled awake by the image of Alastor crashing towards the ground. You were trying to catch your breath, your hands shaky and sweat running down your back. You decided you needed a glass of water and perhaps some fresh air to calm down. You quietly got out of your makeshift bed on the floor and tried your best not to wake Ginny and Hermione, as you made your way out of the bedroom and down the creaky stairs towards the kitchen.

The cold water slid down your throat and you instantly felt better, but you still needed some air. You quietly opened the door to the garden and walked outside, the cool summer air instantly lowering your body temperature and relaxing you. Finding a nice spot, you sat upon the grass looking up at the stars, you hoped everything would turn out alright, but you weren’t so sure with how intense everything had been last night and that was just a tiny mission. Your head raced with millions of thoughts you didn’t notice the scar-faced ginger looking at you from the door and making his way over to you when he noticed the number of clothes (or rather lack thereof) you were wearing.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly as to not startle you with his presence.

You looked up at him and nodded. You patted the spot beside you, indicating for him to sit.

You couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked in the moonlight, even if he was just wearing some casual plaid pajama pants and a knitted jumper, which you could tell was a Molly original.

You sat in silence as you both stared at the moon, the cool air having finally cooled you down, your temperature was now a bit too low, and you could feel goosebumps rise on your bare arms and legs. Bill who had been watching you making sure you were comfortable quickly removed the knitted jumper and handed it to you.

“Here, you’ll get ill if you don’t warm-up,” he said and you didn’t argue, pulling the jumper over your head. It smelled good and was already warm from leftover body heat from Bill, which made your stomach do a flip and fill with butterflies.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile, “please tell me if you get cold and want your jumper back.”

“No problem, and it’s fine, I don’t really get cold,” Bill said.

Putting his hands behind his head, he laid down looking up at the stars. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the way his muscles flexed in the grey t-shirt he had worn underneath the jumper. Your mouth watered a little, but you quickly pulled yourself together and laid down as well.

You laid in silence and looked at the stars, it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, it was like you had known him your whole life, it felt so right.

A couple of minutes passed before Bill broke the silence.

“Why’d you decide to go with Harry instead of your family?”

You were a little taken aback by the bluntness of the question, but nevertheless answered quickly, not needing time to think about your answer.

“Harry is my family, and I couldn’t just leave him, especially now… I want to be there for him, even though I’m just a muggle, I..I’m going to be there until this war is over.”

Bill nodded turning his head towards yours, your head already turned towards him meeting his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat when you realized how close your face was to his, the way his eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips made your stomach do flips. Suddenly he started leaning in, “I know this is very sudden, but may I kiss you?” Bill said lowly, almost a whisper.

You nodded and leaned in the rest of the way connecting your lips with his. You knew it was so cliché, but you felt instant sparks of electricity shooting through your entire body.

The kiss was slow and gentle, but then you felt Bill’s tongue on your bottom lip asking for permission to enter your mouth, which you granted. He leaned upon one of his arms, so he was above you, his free arm cupping your cheek and keeping your face towards his.

This went on for a while, but begrudgingly you pulled apart for air.

You stared at each other, both taking deep breaths trying to regain a normal breathing pattern.

“wow,” Bill sighed out, “you are unbelievably beautiful.”

Your cheeks turned red with the heat of the blush settling on your face.

“Thank you,” you whispered and reached a hand up to caress his cheek.

You ended up talking until the sun rose on the horizon, the morning dew settling on the grass, making everything damp.

Your head was on Bill’s chest, hugging him to keep warm, but also just to be close to him.

“You don’t think I’m too old do you?” Bill asked, gently stroking your back.

Your headshot up from his chest to look into his eyes, “of course not,” you laughed and shook your head, laying it down again. Bill just chuckled and mumbled “alright.”

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You ran across the lawn as the black smoke figures landed around you. You tried to find Harry or Bill.

One of the figures shot a spell towards you and you ducked and covered your face, even though you knew that wouldn’t help. You waited for an impact, but it never came, instead, you were yanked by your arm into a broad chest. You looked up and saw Bill already looking at you, a concerned look on his face.

“Okay get ready, love,” he said quickly.

You didn’t get a chance to ask for what before the air was knocked out of you and the world spun around you.

You landed with a ‘thump’, eyes closed, still holding on tightly to Bill, afraid you were going to be sick.

“It’s alright now, you can open your eyes now,” Bill said quietly.

You opened your eyes, and you were met with the bright sun shining down on you. The light breeze caught in your hair and the smell of the ocean met your nose.

You looked around, the ocean was in front of you, and behind you was old, but cozy-looking, cottage.

“Where are we?” you asked, still not letting go of Bill.

“Shell cottage, it’s my family’s place… I took us here because we’ll be safe here,” Bill explained.

You nodded, but the relief was quickly replaced by worry and fear.

“But what about Harry and the others? They’re not here!” you rushed out, also leaving Bill’s arms to pace in front of him.

He pulled you back and pushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“The rest of the family is fine. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all went somewhere, where I’m not sure, but Ron promised he would let us know that they’re safe.”

You sighed out, still very concerned, but relieved that you were safe and hoped that Harry would be as well.

“Let’s go inside, love,” Bill whispered, taking your hand and leading you inside.

He first showed you around the house and then showed you to your room and let you freshen up or take a nap, just letting you calm down in your own space.

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You were startled awake by the images that played behind your closed eyes. You focused on the room, the moonlight bleeding in through the window, lighting up a part of the floor.

Your breathing was heavy, and your body was sweaty.

You tried to calm down for about 10 minutes, but you just couldn’t find a peaceful enough state to let yourself go back to sleep.

Your feet hit the cold floor and the wood creaked beneath your feet. You made your way out of your room and across the small hallway to where Bill had let you know his room was.

You opened the door slowly, peeking inside.

Inside you were met with a sleeping Bill, his shirtless figure on his back. You closed the door behind you and tip-toed your way over to his bed.

“Bill,” you whispered, already feeling guilty for disturbing him.

He stirred a little, not opening his eyes, but letting out a little “hmm?”, indicating that he was awake enough to hear you.

“I can’t sleep,” you mumbled shyly.

He didn’t say anything further, he only moved his blanket to the side and opened his arms for you to crawl into. You didn’t hesitate before crawling into the bed and curling up close to his body, already feeling calmed by his steady breathing.

“thank you,” you whispered, breathing in his calming scent.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, you could feel his breathing even out and you knew he had drifted off again.

You closed your eyes and listened to the steady beating of his heart, lulling you back to sleep.

You woke up, your entire body warm from being wrapped up in Bill’s arms. Your legs tangled with his, his arms still holding you tightly against him.

You looked at his calm sleeping face, you felt so at home with him, and you let out a content sigh.

“I can feel you staring, you know,” Bill said, startling you.

“I’m not staring,” you fired back too quickly to sound convincing, causing Bill to slightly smirk.

“Whatever you say, darling,” he said and hugged you closer.

He opened his eyes, looking over your face and smiling.

Bill leaned in and pecked your lips slightly, gauging your reaction. You just smiled and leaned in again kissing him longer.

Bill deepened the kiss, moving so he was above you. You spread your legs slightly allowing him to get between them on top of you. The kiss turned more passionate and heated as Bill slowly ground his hips into yours, causing you to softly moan into his mouth.

Bill broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, “Is this okay? Do you want this?”.

You whimpered slightly, “please Bill, I want it.”

Bill let out a groan at your words and reconnected your lips, hips grinding into your own.

The small whines and whimpers that left your lips egged him on and went straight to his cock.

Bill reached one hand between you feeling your wetness through your panties. “So wet for me and I haven’t properly touched you yet.”

You whined at his words, craving more of his touch.

“what is it you want, pretty girl?” he asked, teasing you.

“please touch me, Bill,” you whimpered out, eyes big and begging.

“Such a good girl,” he praised before moving your panties to the side and finding your clit drawing slow circles on the nub.

You moaned at the feeling and grabbed his arm that wasn’t working on you.

His fingers moved down, and he slowly pushed a finger into you causing you to let out a small gasp.

“I just need to get you ready for me,” Bill said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He then added a second finger, creating a delicious feeling because of the slight stretch. Bill used his thumb to rub your clit bringing you closer to your release.

He curled and scissored his fingers making you clench around his fingers, Bill’s lips curled up into a slight grin.

“Cum for me, my beautiful girl.”

His words made the coil in your belly snap and you came on his fingers as you shook and closed your eyes in pleasure. You were panting as Bill worked you through your orgasm. He removed his fingers and brought them up to his lips sucking them clean and releasing them with a ‘pop’.

“absolutely divine.”

He made haste work of removing your panties and the shirt you had slept in, as well as his own boxers.

When you were both completely naked, he stroked his cock a couple of times before running it through your folds to gather your arousal as a lubricant. Bill slowly started pushing into you and you both released simultaneous gasps at the feeling. He pushed all the way in and bottomed out in you but didn’t move as he waited for you to adjust.

“I’m okay, you can move,” you said and moaned when he pulled back his hips and snapped them back into yours, and set a steady and pleasurable pace.

Leaning down so your chests were pressed together, he sloppily kissed you drinking up all the moans that spilled from your mouth to his.

He broke the kiss and leaned up slightly to snake a hand between your bodies to rub your swollen clit. You didn’t have time to process before you came for the second time that morning. Your whole body shook, and your legs tightened around Bill’s hips.

“Such a pretty sight… think you can take one more?” Bill panted out.

You whimpered and nodded.

“Ah, use your words angel.”

“Yes, Bill, I can take another,” you moaned out as he kept pounding into your sensitive cunt.

“Good girl,” Bill said as he pulled out of you and laying himself down, guiding you by your hips to straddle him.

He positioned you above his cock and guided it into you again.

“There you go, my pretty baby, go own ride me,” Bill encouraged, and you wasted no time in obeying him.

You rocked your hips, circled them, and bounced on him until you felt yourself nearing another release and you moaned loudly.

Bill’s hand found your clit again and rubbed it until your knees quivered as you came again.

When you had finished, Bill grabbed your hips and angled you so he could fuck up into you, chasing his own release.

Not long after, his thrusts faltered, and he stilled as he emptied himself in you.

You collapsed onto his chest trying to catch your breath. Bill rubbed your back slowly, before pulling out of you causing a whimper to fall from your lips.

“You did so well,” Bill praised, kissing your forehead.

“I’m never going to let you go, my pretty girl.”

[desireness]

Wants & Needs [Sasha x f!reader] 16+

-cw: au, praising, oral sex, thigh riding, fingering, wlw, slight choking, dom! reader, sub! sasha

sneak peak: You’ve had attraction for your friend Sasha for a very long time. What will happen when she calls, begging you to hangout? Especially when she confesses that she’s been so horny lately..

notes: Been having sasha brain rot recently so here’s this. Sasha is just *chefs kiss*. Enjoy.

You open your eyes to the sound of your ringtone going off on your phone. You search around for your phone on your bedside table without even looking, too tired to bother. You briefly look at your phone’s screen to check who’s calling you.

“Sasha, what the fuck do you want?” you ask annoyed.

“Were you already sleeping? what are you? a fucking grandma?” she snorts.

“yea, i’m hanging up”

“NO WAIT”

Sasha goes on to talk about how she’s sorry for waking you up and babbles about other irrelevant things. She could be so annoying sometimes but you love that about her.

“Okay, why did you actually call?” you ask rubbing the tiredness away from your eyes.

“i’m bored... and hungry. Please bring food and come hangout with me” she whines over the phone.

You hesitate at first, wanting to sleep more but also not wanting to let her down. Plus, you forgot to eat dinner before bed anyways so why not?

“Fuck it, fine. You owe me though.” You say before hanging up.

You sigh, throwing your phone on the bed. You get out of your bed, quickly missing the warmth and comfort it provided. A chill washes over your skin as you’re exposed to the cold air of your room. You go to put on a warm hoodie and decide to keep your comfy sweatpants on. You quickly grab your car keys and your phone, taking one last glance in the mirror before heading towards the parking lot of your apartment complex. Your hair was messy and disheveled, but you could care less. You were just going to see Sasha anyways.

On your way to her apartment, you stop at Sasha’s favorite fast food restaurant to get dinner for you both. The drive there was short, only about ten minutes. As you arrived you texted her, “here.”

She didn’t reply, which was quite strange. She’s usually fast at replying, especially when there is food involved. As you reach her apartment door, you type in the passcode and walk right in like you normally do. You walked into the kitchen and set the bag of food on the counter.

“Sasha?” you called out. No answer.

You walk towards her bedroom, opening the door that was already cracked open. There she was, cuddled up in her blankets, sleeping. “For fuck’s sake.” You said under your breath.

Sasha looks so pretty with her hair down and sprawled out on her pillow. You had always noticed how attractive she was. Sometimes staring a little too long at her face or especially, her lips. Her skin is so gorgeous and bright. You often find your touches on her skin lingering too long or your eyes wandering over her body whenever she changed in front of you. She was perfect and it often made your head so full of her. Wondering was it was like to touch her, kiss her, taste her, pleasure her.

You realized these actions weren’t normal for regular friends, you’ve known that for awhile so you never acted on them in fear that she might push you away. Plus, it’s not like you’ve ever really had the chance, she’s always been with some guy. They were all trash and the relationship often didn’t last long but still, it frustrated you. She deserves better, no, the best. You’ve heard all of her sex stories and how they never seem to truly satisfy her. You knew you could be the one to do that for her, make her feel so good. Sometimes you day dream about filling her up with your fingers and having her scream your name. You get wet just thinking about it. If only you had the chance.

You move some hair out of her sleepy face, admiring her for a few more seconds before softly shaking her awake. “Sash, wake up I brought food.” You say sweetly.

Sasha’s eyes flutter open and she sits up, yawning and stretching.

“Ahh shit, sorry for falling asleep. Thanks for coming.” She softly smiles at you making you flash a smile back. " ‘s ok”

You’re sitting in front of her, watching her grab her phone and look at the time. 12:23 A.M. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt, exposing her plush thighs to you. You rub your thighs together to help ease the tension. You could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra and probably wearing some cute lace panties as well. It’s driving you crazy, you want to feel her so badly.

Sasha lays back on her bed with a groan. You ask her what’s wrong and she replies “i’ve been so fucking horny lately and nico’s been busy so I can’t even call him up. It’s so annoying.” She sighs. This only made you crave her more, trying so hard to push your desires away. “Maybe I should buy a new vibrator or something to keep me company.” She laughs. You smiled but didn’t think it was funny. She didn’t need a vibrator or anything else. What she needed was you.

“Anyways, where’s the food?” She asks eagerly.

“In the kitchen...” You trail off looking at the small bit of drool placed on the corner of her mouth. You take your thumb and wipe it away, your touch lingering a little too long on her lips. All Sasha did was giggle.

Before Sasha could say anything, you place your lips on hers, holding her chin between your thumb and your pointer. You kiss her softly, afraid to scare her off by being too aggressive at first. Sasha’s eyes are wide open, slowly processing the scene before her. You continue to move your lips against hers but you quickly realize she isn’t doing the same. You take this as a hint that she is uncomfortable, parting away from her lips. Not even a second after you broke the kiss, Sasha leaned back in to put her lips on yours. Her hands are on both sides of your cheeks, cupping your face.

Your lips move in synch with hers, relishing in each other’s taste. You want to memorize what she tastes like, you aren’t in any hurry. Your mind is fuzzy as you run your tongue against her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She quickly abides slightly opening up her mouth so your tongue could slide in. Your tongues intertwine, pulling a sweet moan from her mouth into yours. Your cunt clenches in response. It’s your first time hearing her pretty voice like that, all whiny and submissive. It was all because of you. You briefly came back to your senses, pulling away from her lips.

She is slightly panting, lips glossy from the kiss. She looks so sensual right now. “What about niccolo?” you say, slightly averting your eyes so your not tempted to throw her on the bed and fuck her right there, not caring about her feelings. “We’re not exclusive or anything.” She grabs the hem of your shirt, nervously playing with it between her fingers. “So don’t stop, please.” She’s blushing, eyes meeting yours. That’s all you needed to hear from her, a sign that she wants you to keep making her feel good.

You take no time reattaching your lips with hers, placing your hands on her waist to pull her onto your lap. You take your time to pepper sweet kisses from her lips to her jaw then to her neck. Taking the skin of her neck between your teeth while she hisses at the sting, gripping your shoulders roughly. You use the pad of your tongue to ease the sting, tasting her skin. It wasn’t hard for you to find her sweet spot. You suck and kiss her skin, making her an aroused mess on top of your lap. You creep your hands underneath her shirt, feeling the sides of her waist and ribs, while just brushing against the underside of her breasts. You can tell she’s getting impatient from the way she’s letting out small desperate gasps at your touches. You like seeing what a mess she is for you. You can feel the goosebumps on her skin as you feel around underneath her shirt. You give her jaw one last kiss before you pull away to grab ahold of the hem of her shirt. You shoot her a glance of permission and she quickly nods.

One you slide the shirt up and over, her breasts bounce down on full display for you to see. You can only mutter “fuck” at the sight before you. You had seen Sasha barely clothed before but never like this. You’ve never seen this sight knowing you had full control over it. Your eyes wander over her body being completely topless, only some cute lace underwear covering her cunt. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” you say grasping her breasts in your hands. Sasha moans in response, loving the way you praise her.

You eagerly attach your mouth to her breast, finding the nipple with ease. She immediately whines at the contact. You suck on one breast and palm at the other, making her fingers intertwine with your hair and slightly tug on it when you nip and roll at her nipples. Her breasts are the prettiest you’ve ever seen. Perfectly round and perky, god she’s amazing. You feel her start to grind on top of you, trying to relieve the growing ache between her legs. That only makes you want her more.

“Ride my thigh, baby.” You whisper in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. You grasp her ass and her hips with your hands and guide her body over yours. Helping her ride you while your face is buried in her tits. She gasps at the sudden contact, burying her face into your neck. Her breasts practically bounce in your mouth as she moves back and forth. She nibbles and bites on your neck, trying to handle the overall pleasure of it all. You can tell she’s getting close by the way she’s whining in your ear, hands grasping your shoulders tightly.

All of a sudden you grab her hips harshly, stopping her from making anymore movement. She whimpers at the loss of contact, making you smile as you leave a sweet kiss on her shoulder. You look up at her, grasping her jaw and giving her a light kiss. Your fingers find her wet clothed cunt, making her gasp into your mouth. She whines loudly as soon as your fingers start to circle her clit. You moan in response into her mouth, lapping your tongues sloppily.

She lets out a desperate muffled, “please” into your neck. “Please what? hmm?” you purr bringing her face to look at yours. Her face is a flushed mess and her lips are slightly swollen, making you feel proud of yourself knowing you caused it. Sasha grabs your your other hand that is on her ass and places it near her cunt. “Your fingers, need them so bad.” She pleas. You hum in response, bringing your fingers up to your lips, not hers. You want her to watch you make them wet, so that it’s engraved her mind. You swirl your tongue around your fingers, making wet and sloppy sounds. Sasha watches eagerly, letting out a needy moan. You remove your fingers, leaving a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to your fingers.

Sasha stands up, removes her panties, and sits her pretty ass right back on your lap. You move your fingers down to her folds and softly run through them. Sasha let’s out a small gasp as your fingers reach down to find her slit, teasing the entrance. “Shit, you’re so wet. All this for me?” She nods in agreement with a breathy moan.

You insert your two fingers inside her, painfully slow. She clenches down hard and squeezes her eyes shut. You want her to feel every part of your fingers, want her to remember this feeling. “Feels so good inside me.” She says sweetly, making you pump your fingers inside her just to hear more of her sweet voice. She rides your fingers as you pump them into her at the same time. She throws her head back in pleasure, giving you perfect access to her neck. She cries out your name as you kiss and suck on her sweet spot while filling her up. You grip her ass hard, helping her move up and down on your now soaked fingers. Her walls are so squishy and wet, making you fuck her with your fingers ruthlessly. She repeatedly lets out loud high pitched moans. You’re soaked at this point, all aroused because of her pleasure.

“Am close, you’re filling me up so good!” She cries out. Her words go straight to your cunt and you increase the speed of your fingers, using your thumb to circle her clit at the same time. The erotic sounds of her wetness and her moans fill the room, leaving you so satisfied. Her tits are flying up and down as she rides you faster and you take a mental screenshot to remember this sight forever. “Who’s making you feel good hm? Who’s the one that’s pleasuring you the way no one ever has?” You groan. Your free hand finds it’s place around her neck, squeezing ever so slightly. “You are! It’s all you!” She sobs. The coil in her stomach has reached it’s max and is ready to snap. “Fuck, good girl.” You grunt grabbing her jaw and pulling it forward so your faces are inches away. “Now come for me, pretty.” And she does, practically screaming your name as she cums around your fingers.

She collapses onto your shoulder, panting into your neck. You rub soft circles on her clit to help her come down from her high. You pull your fingers out gently and place them in your mouth to clean them off. She tastes so sweet and saccharine, you can’t help but want to clean her off with your tongue. You whisper sweet praises to her, telling her how amazing she did. She nuzzles into your neck, leaving soft kisses as a thank you.

She hops off of your lap, laying down on the bed. You take no time to pull your sweatpants and panties down. You are so wet, you couldn’t just leave yourself like this. Sasha stares at the ceiling, unaware of your actions until you climb on top of her, cunt hovering over her breasts. She lifts her head up slightly with a confused expression on her face but blushes at the sight of your bare and soaked count. You slightly drag you cunt over her breasts as you grab the back of her head and say “Remember how you said you were hungry? Now eat.”

You practically shove her face into your pussy and she complies. Kissing and kitten-licking your folds at first, making you satisfyingly sigh. She grabs onto the back of your thighs, pushing you closer. You’re basically sitting on her face now. She finally starts to lap her tongue on your clit, making you grip her hair hard. You let out a series of satisfied, loud moans making Sasha whine into your cunt. You praise her for her good work. “such a good girl for me, gonna make me cum, baby?” She pulls away to nod at you before placing her tongue on your pussy again.

She sucks on your clit repeatedly, making your hips slowly ride her face. You do your best not to crush her face in the process. Her tongue feels so good and you love having this power of her. You love quite literally sitting on her face while she submits to all of your requests. She slips her tongue into your dripping hole, making you groan as your throw your head back. You continue riding her face as the room fills with wet sounds from her tongue slipping in and out of you.

It all starts to become too much for you, making your legs twitch and shake. Sasha pulls away for a second. “Want you to cum” She pleas looking up at you, teasing your clit with her tongue. She looks so cute with her begging eyes. You hum in response, grabbing the back of her head. “Since you’ve been very compliant, i’ll allow it.” You stroke the side of her mouth before entering two of your fingers inside. You collect her saliva and your own juices with your fingers, making her pleasantly sigh in response. You bring your fingers out of her mouth and place them on your tongue. “Make mommy cum.”

You shove her face right back where it belongs, earning a gasp from her. She flicks her tongue on your clit at a rapid speed which makes you a moaning mess. You moan over and over again as her tongue reaches all the right places. Her tongue switches between your hole and clit, making you see stars. Your legs start to shake and your breathe picks up. You can feel yourself about to cum by the way your stomach and pussy tingles, sending you into pure euphoria. Sasha focuses on your clit, flicking her tongue ruthlessly to help your reach your high. Your orgasm washed over you with a loud high pitched moan, making your mouth into a perfect O shape. You cum all over Sasha’s face.

She circles your clit with her tongue to help you come down from your high, cleaning all of your release off your pussy and thighs with her tongue. You come back to your senses and remove yourself from her grasp. You both lay there for a couple of minutes, processing everything that just occurred. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you just fucked Sasha better than anyone else ever has. All Sasha could say was “wow” and giggle. You laughed along with her, pushing her hair out of her face.

All of a sudden, Sasha’s phone rings. You grab it, seeing Niccolo’s name on the screen and hand it to her. You can slightly hear Niccolo tell her he’s free tonight if she wants. You kiss her shoulder sweetly, waiting for her response. “I’ll pass, i’m pretty content at the moment.” She smiles at you and hangs up on him.

She gives you a quick peck before heading off towards the kitchen. She looks back at you with a cute smile before leaving the room. “Thanks for two meals tonight, by the way.”

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Misplaced Mail - Part 2

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Mini-Series

How does Rowan respond to Aelin's comment about her using him instead of the new toy she purchased?

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Warnings: Language, NSFW

4644 words

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Aelin’s heart pounded furiously as she leaned back against her door. The smirk she’d plastered on slipped and she stared at nothing as she heard her last words echo in her head.

You know, maybe you could help me out sometime and I wouldn’t need this.

‘You’ being Rowan, her insanely hot neighbor who opened ‘this’, the vibrator she’d ordered.

Shit. Fuck. What did she just do?

Realizing she was still holding the toy, she tossed the box across the living room and dropped her head in her hands, groaning.

Oh, Gods, she would never be able to look Rowan in the eyes again. Whatever tentative friendship they had was over; she’d thrown a dildo-shaped wrecking ball into their barely-there relationship. It didn’t matter anymore that the infatuation she had with him had slowly grown into a full-blown crush—maybe something even more—but now, there was no way he would ever speak to her again.

Shit.

And regardless of her crush, she was still his neighbor. They’d have to see each other on a regular basis and, fuck, she was going to have to move.

Before she could keep spiraling, a loud, incessant banging thundered from the other side of her door, startling her enough to jump away from the reverberations at her back.

Aelin stared wide-eyed as the knocking continued.

Obviously, it was Rowan knocking, there’s no reason why it would be anyone else, but why the hell was he here? Was he going to make fun of her? No, he wasn’t mean, and if the last few minutes were any indication he was far too embarrassed at the whole thing.

The knocking kept coming and she took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and slowly walked back to her door. She stood on her toes to peer out the peephole and froze.

It was Rowan and he was staring directly at her.

He didn’t look like he did a minute ago all red-faced and fumbling for words, he looked determined. But it was hard to tell for sure through the distorted glass. What she was sure of, though, was that he was looking right at her.

Aelin ducked down and took another breath. She didn’t know why she was so nervous. Normally she was cool and confident, but right now she felt like butterflies were having a circus in her stomach.

Get yourself together, Aelin.

She schooled her features and opened the door.

Rowan’s eyes connected with her’s the moment the door swung open to reveal his towering body with one arm resting on the door frame above his head.

She didn’t say anything as he continued to stare at her. She didn’t think any coherent words would come out if she tried, not given the way his eyes were filled with so much heat it almost knocked her back a step. This wasn’t the same embarrassed Rowan who moments before was blushing and stuttering. This also wasn’t the reserved and collected Rowan who she’d had conversations with and who she’d developed a massive crush on. No, this Rowan was something else.

Gone was the pink tinting his face and ears, now replaced by a predatory focus and undisguised desire. He was looking at her like she was an oasis and he was a man dying of thirst. And not a small part of her was thrilled by it.

A slow smirk spread across his face at her silence, but not willing to be outdone, Aelin drew up the courage that allowed her to make her earlier comment.

She arched a golden brow and asked, “Yes, Whitethorn?” Internally, she praised herself for how calm her voice sounded.

The smirk grew as he slowly and deliberately let his eyes drop to survey her from head to toe and back again. She felt every nerve in her body light up as if his gaze was a tangible thing washing over her.

When his eyes met her once more, he took a step forward so that he was mere inches away from her. Aelin could feel the heat of him and barely resisted the urge to reach out and touch him.

She sucked in a sharp breath as he ducked his head low, his breath caressing her ear as he said in a low voice, “If you really want my help, then call me by my first name.”

She couldn’t stop the shiver that coursed through her as his words hit their mark.

Rowan didn’t move any closer, but she could feel his breath on her skin. He was waiting for her answer before making another move, she realized—trying to see if she was serious or not. When her silence stretched out a few seconds longer, he stepped back. Aelin met his eyes and even though she could see uncertainty there, she knew her own had turned molten at his words. She didn’t think her fantasies about her neighbor would’ve ever come true, but maybe today she’d be proven delightfully wrong.

Aelin licked her lips and it was her turn to smirk as she noticed his attention zero in on the movement. His eyes snapped back to hers and she knew he understood the look of desire and lust she was giving him. A moment passed and she could’ve sworn something electric passed between them.

“Rowan.”

It was as if his name on her lips was permission and a summons because the next moment had her lips crashing against his.

Aelin felt like she’d been struck by lightning. She suddenly couldn’t get enough, and neither could Rowan, it seemed.

Her hands tangled in his hair as his hands gripped her hips, each trying to pull the other closer. Their mouths moved in synch and Aelin couldn’t get enough of the man whose hands now roamed over her body. One of his large hands drifted down to squeeze her ass and she moaned into his mouth at the feeling of it.

Rowan walked farther into her apartment, never taking his mouth from hers, and guided her backward as he slammed the door behind him. She heard the lock click and then both his hands were back on her body. He kept backing her up until she felt the cool marble of the kitchen island at her back causing her to arch further into Rowan. His low growl as her breasts pushed more firmly against him sent hot anticipation coursing through her.

Their lips kept moving together while their tongues tried to savor the taste of the other.

His hands slipped down to the backs of her things, just below her ass, and easily lifted her up onto the counter. Aelin loosed a low moan at the change in position and the thought of all the things those strong arms could do to her. She ran her hand down his muscled biceps and forearms...yes, there were lots of things he could do to her.

She brought one hand to his hair as the other clawed down his back. He made another sound low in his chest and spread her legs so he could step further into her space. His hands on her waist trailed up to graze the undersides of her breasts and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Desperate for air, Aelin broke the kiss and tilted her head back as Rowan lost no time in connecting his mouth to her jaw, placing open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck.

Aelin was on fire. She’d fantasized about this more times than she could count and part of her couldn’t believe it was actually happening. But as Rowan’s mouth continued to kiss and suck along her skin, and as he pressed his hips into hers allowing her to feel his hardness against her body, she knew it was real because her fantasies paled in comparison to this.

She moaned loudly when he found the spot at the base of her neck and collarbone. She felt him smirk against her skin and grip her waist tighter as he sucked a bruise to the sensitive area.

“Rowan,” she gasped and slid her hands across his broad chest and down his arms. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt, forcing him off her neck long enough to take the shirt off and throw it across the room. Then she pulled his face back to hers and kissed him deeply. It only lasted a moment before he was gripping the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head.

Rowan’s eyes turned near-feral and Aelin had never felt more thankful to not be wearing a bra.

Almost reverently, Rowan murmured, “Beautiful,” his eyes trailing over every inch of exposed skin, “so beautiful.”

The rush of heat the pooled in her core didn’t go unnoticed.

Aelin arched her back and then Rowan was on her. She dropped her head back and moaned as she tried to stay coherent through the rush of sensations. Rowan’s tongue and lips took one peaked nipple and were doing wonders at her breast while his thumb and forefinger rolled and squeezed the other one. She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him to her.

Rowan bit down on her hardened peak the same moment he pinched the other and she thought she might explode just from that. She needed more. He lifted his head and began the same ministrations with the opposite breasts.

Aelin couldn’t stop her whimpers as he worked her oversensitive flesh. Her fingers tightened in his hair as his free hand splayed on her thigh, his thumb rubbing slow circles closer and closer to where she needed him most.

“Oh Gods, Rowan,” she gasped, near overloaded with pleasure and anticipation.

He released her breast with an audible ’pop’ and lifted his face to hers, smirking at her heavy breathing and lust-clouded eyes.

Aelin noticed something shift in his face and he let his smirk drop as he leaned his forehead against hers. He was still watching her with desire and need, but there was something more, too—something deeper.

“Aelin,” he rasped, and his breath fanned across her face. He raised a hand to gently cup her cheek, the gesture infinitely more tender than their actions moments before. She leaned into the touch and that seemed to reassure him as he said, “I’ve wanted this for a long time. This. You.”

Her heart stuttered as he spoke. What? He’d wanted her for a long time? She’d wanted him. Had they both just been too afraid to tell each other? Aelin searched his face for answers. He meant it. She could hear the sincerity of his voice and see it in his eyes. She listened as he kept talking while lightly stroking her cheek.

"You're funny and clever and beautiful. When we talk you get on my last nerve, but somehow those conversations are the part of my day I look forward to most."

She huffed a laugh, but Rowan said, "You're the part of my day I look forward to most."

Her throat felt tight. At a momentary loss for words, Aelin kissed Rowan softly, but with all the happiness she felt at his admission.

When she pulled away, he was still watching her. “Rowan,” his eyes shuttered as she murmured his name, “I want this, too. You, too. I have for a while.” And it was like a weight was lifted from her shoulders as she spoke the words.

Aelin’s heart leaped as a bright smile crossed Rowan’s face, and she couldn’t help but mirror it as she thought about how a mere mistake with their mail led to this. How her gorgeous neighbor had opened her vibrator and became so endearingly flustered that she made a joke about using him instead of the toy. How he’d seen the joke as what it actually was: an invitation. How they had just admitted to liking each other—apparently having done so for longer than either of them knew. And how they were both still half-naked, disheveled, and breathing hard in her kitchen.

He kissed her again and this time it was closer to the heat they shared before, but not quite. Aelin needed more, though, so she said with her normal amount of swagger, “You know, If you’d said something to me sooner,” she paused as he trailed kisses down her neck, “then I wouldn’t have had to spend so much money.”

“What?” He detached his mouth and looked at her in confusion as his hands migrated to her thighs.

She smirked, “You have no idea how much I spent on batteries ever since you moved across the hall.”

His eyes darkened and he growled before threading his fingers in her hair and tilting her head back so he could devour her mouth. This time, it was all tongues and teeth. Her hands clawed down his back as she bit his lower lip and tugged on it before slanting her mouth back over his.

Rowan stepped as close as he could get to her body and moved his hand up to the apex of her thighs. She wanted to sigh in relief as his thumb finally—finally—brushed across her clit. She didn’t sigh, but she did moan when he started rubbing small circles on her, the fabric of her leggings and panties making the fiction deliciously sweet.

Aelin could hardly think straight, but she did have the coherency to realize that Rowan absolutely knew how to multitask. One of his thumbs was rubbing circles on her clit while the rest of his hand gripped her thigh with a bruising intensity; his other hand was up massaging her breast, occasionally running that thumb over her nipple, keeping it peaked; not to mention the luxurious way his tongue was moving with hers.

Without warning, he moved his hands to the backs of her thigh and before she could protest the loss of his fingers, he was lifting her from the counter. Aelin wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed a series of marks along his jaw. She thought he’d carry her into her bedroom, but instead, he walked to the couch, apparently deciding the bedroom was too far away.

Rowan sat down on the cushion, keeping Aelin wrapped around him so she had a leg on either side of his thighs, effectively straddling him. Pressed together, they both moaned at the sensation of her nipples rubbing against his hard chest.

Aelin wrapped her arms around his neck and started rolling her hips, desperately trying to get some friction to relieve the ache between her legs. She could feel him, hard and ready, straining in his pants, and Aelin didn’t hold back her groan as she shifted her hips and felt the shape of him press against her core.

Rowan’s hands instantly flew to her hips to grip them and help move her along his hard length. He worked her over his lap a few more times before sliding his handing below the waistband of her leggings to cup her ass in his hands. When he squeezed, she let out a sound halfway between a moan and a whimper.

“Rowan, I need you.” She didn’t think she could wait much longer.

He nipped at her lip and his hands squeezed again before gripping her leggings and panties in a single hold and pulling them down, lifting each of her legs to get them off as quickly as he could.

His hands gripped her hips again but instead of staying there, he used his hold on her to lift her so she was only straddling one thigh. Almost unconsciously, her hips started rolling over his leg. She threw her head back as her naked core ground down against the rough fabric of his pants.

“That’s it.” Rowan’s guttural praise sent another wave of heat coursing through her and she struggled to keep her breathing steady as she rolled her hips faster. “Ride my thigh, baby.” His hands roughly grabbed her hips and moved her faster.

Gods, his voice was almost enough to send her over the edge.

“Rowan, yes,” her grip on his shoulders was so tight she was sure it would leave marks, but she didn’t care, not as the coil in the pit of her stomach tightened with every movement of her body.

He kept one hand on her hip and moved the other so he could rub her clit again. It was almost too much but in the best possible way. She moved faster, pushing down harder against his thigh in a desperate search for more friction. Rowan’s fingers rubbed harder and she screwed her eyes shut as the pressure inside of her built and built.

“You’re so beautiful,” He kissed her neck, “Look at you,” his mouth was right next to her ear sending shivers straight to her core. “Gods, I’ll never get tired of the face you make when you moan my name.”

She was close and his words were quickly sending her to the edge.

“That face, Aelin, is what I’ll see every time I close my eyes.”

She couldn’t respond, just moved her hips faster.

“And all those little sounds coming out of that wicked mouth,” he chuckled darkly, urging her hips to keep moving. “I have all kinds of plans for that mouth.”

She was so close, she could almost taste it—

He sucked on her earlobe, then said in that low purr, “Come for me. I want to watch you come undone knowing exactly who got you there. Come. For. Me.”

Aelin shattered.

All the tension exploded, her head fell into the crook of Rowan’s neck and she opened her mouth in a silent moan. Her legs shook as her orgasm crashed through her in wave after wave of cascading pleasure.

Rowan kept her moving, his hands never leaving her hips. He slowly brought her down from her high, continuing to mutter praises in her ear.

She smiled against his skin; her mind was fuzzy and her body aching in the most amazing way.

Aelin pressed languid kisses along Rowan’s neck. She shifted her hips and could still feel his erection pressing forcefully against his pants. At the movement, he cursed and stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her pressed against him as he hastily walked them into her bedroom.

Aelin sucked a particularly heavy bruise into the side of Rowan’s neck and decided that the low moan it drew from the back of his throat was one of the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard.

“Mm, Rowan,” She struggled to get out words while attaching her mouth to his skin, “I need you. Now. Please.” The last word she said was through a whimper as his fingers found her clit again before slowly sliding down to run through the juices of her dripping core.

He was still holding her up with one arm as he brought the other to his mouth to suck her juices from his fingers, keeping his eyes locked with hers and moaned at the taste of her.

She was panting; Aelin had never been so turned on. And she needed him—now.

“Ro, please” she tried to squirm in his grip.

She didn’t know if it was the desperation in her voice or the name she used for him, but suddenly she was thrown backward onto the bed, landing with a soft bounce. She laid there, soaking in the image of Rowan prowling towards her while unbuckling his belt and removing his pants and boxers. His hungry eyes didn’t leave her face as hers unabashedly went straight towards his cock as it sprung free. Her mouth watered. He was as beautiful as she imagined, and as deliciously big as he felt when she was grinding down on him.

If hadn’t needed him before—which she absolutely did—she would be desperate now—which she was.

And then Rowan was on top of her with an arm on either side of her body. He paused a moment to look at her sprawled beneath him and slowly dragged a hand down her neck, the valley of her breast, her stomach, and finally down to cup her between the legs. He smirked.

He was about to say something else, but she cut him off, “Later.” She insisted, knowing she was plenty prepared for him, “I need you inside me.” Aelin pulled him down so his full weight was pressing her into the mattress. “Side table, top drawer—condom.”

Rowan blindly reached out and grabbed the small foil from where she said it’d be. He ripped it open and rolled it on.

Aelin raised herself on her elbows and bit her lip as he stepped to the edge of the bed. He smirked again and wrapped his hands around her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed with a squeal. Rowan chuckled at the sound and smiled down at her.

She grinned back and relished in the feeling that this wasn’t awkward. As she looked at Rowan smiling above her, she knew it was perfect.

He leaned down to kiss her, deep and passionate, then pulled away and held her gaze.

"Aelin." His hands grazed her body. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She shivered as he held her gaze intently. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

“Yes. Please, Rowan.”

He pulled her body even closer to his and lined his cock up with her entrance. He didn’t immediately push in, instead, he slid the shaft through her folds, coating himself in her slick. When his tip brushed against her clit, she let out a moan.

“No more teasing, I need—”

And then he was sliding into her. And in. And in. Her back arched and she cursed as Rowan bottomed out.

“Fuck, Aelin,” Rowan hissed from between his teeth, his brow furrowing in concentration to stay still while she adjusted. “You’re so tight. You feel so good.”

She couldn’t form words, but she lifted her hips in silent request and Rowan took that as permission to let go

He grabbed one of her legs, resting it on his shoulder, and used his hand to hold her other leg wide open. He didn’t hold back, he thrust into her with everything he had. It was as if the months of silent desire all crashed into him now and he had to show her, physically, just how much he wanted—needed—her.

He shifted the angle of her hips and then he was hitting the spot deep inside that sent her head falling back and a string of curses flying out of her mouth.

“Oh! Fuck, Rowan, yes!” She met his eyes and he turned his face to kiss her calf still resting on his shoulder.

He didn’t slow his pace as he grinned down at her, “There you are. I thought you’d gone mute on me.” She didn’t correct him by saying she’d been anything but mute. Speechless, maybe. Mute? Absolutely not.

Rowan was relentless, and she loved it. His hips kept snapping into hers sending shockwaves of pleasure surging through her. Already, she could feel another orgasm building.

One moment he was fucking her, the next he pulled fully out, gripped her hips, and flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees. Rowan pulled her hips back to his and then he was spearing into her again. Aelin cried out with every thrust, pushing her hips back to meet Rowan’s movements.

Then he slowed down to a leisurely pace and she tried to get him to speed up again but then she felt him lean over her so his chest was pressed flush to her back. She shivered as he spoke into her ear.

“Are you close, Aelin?” His voice was rough from exertion. He was still moving in her but not nearly as forcefully as needed him to be. She wanted him to unleash himself, to fuck her so she couldn’t walk straight.

“Yes! Yes, yes, please, fuck me, Rowan,” she gasped out.

He huffed a dark laugh and moved one hand down her front to tweak her nipple and causing her to cry out. Then his hand drifted further until he was rubbing her clit in harsh bursts. He stood back up, this time pulling her with him, so she was kneeling on the bed with him standing behind her.

She could feel herself getting there.

“You can do it. I know you can, baby.” He picked up his pace and rubbed his fingers in time with his thrusts.

Oh gods, oh gods, it was too much. It was so good.

“Look at me.” Rowan grabbed her chin and tilted her head to the side to plant a wet kiss to her mouth. She wrapped her arms around the back of his head to keep herself in place as he continued to fuck her into oblivion. “I want you to look at me when you come. I want you to know who made you feel this good.”

“You,” Aelin gasped, “You, Rowan. Gods, You.”

She felt her orgasm climb higher. She was right on the cusp of something incredible and she wanted more, needed more.

As if he could sense that she was right on the edge, he moved the hand that was gripping her hip down to her entrance where he kept thrusting relentlessly.

“You’re doing so well.” Another kiss to her neck. “I’m going to help you do even better.”

His middle finger gently brushed the place where his cock was thrusting inside her and—while still using his other hand to rub her clit—pushed his finger inside her along with his cock.

Her head fell back onto his shoulder and he continued to kiss her neck, while she let out a broken moan at the added stretch as he fingered her and fucked her simultaneously.

It felt so gods damned good.

“The next time you touch yourself,” his voice sounded especially strained in her ear, but she couldn’t focus on anything beyond the sensations he was making her feel. “I want you to think of me. To remember how good I fucked you, and how hard I made you come.”

His words were her undoing.

Aelin screamed as released barreled through her. Her legs shook and it was only Rowan’s arms around her that kept her from falling on her face. She felt his thrusts falter and then he cursed as he came, filling up the condom as her walls fluttered around him.

He held her against his body until he could steadily set her down on the bed and slowly pull out of her.

She whined softly at the sudden emptiness, but a moment later Rowan was there lying on the bed next to her and pulling her into his arms.

When she opened her eyes, Rowan was already staring at her with a soft, post-sex, dazed grin.

She knew she didn’t look any less dopey with her smile.

Rowan ran a soothing hand down her arm, gently pulling her closer to him. “Are you okay?” The concern in his face made her heart flutter.

“Better than okay,” Aelin rested an arm across his chest and laid her head on his shoulder, “that was amazing.”

She could help a small giggle that escaped as Rowan grinned at her praise.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the day I moved in and saw you outside your door watching as I was moving boxes."

She raised a brow and smirked, “well, I’ve wanted you to do that ever since you moved in and I watched you effortlessly haul those boxes around."

He huffed a laugh and said, “Get coffee with me tomorrow.”

Aelin smiled broadly and tucked herself even closer into Rowan’s side. “It’s a date.”

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kitchen beat - l.jeno

I just want to preface that none of the gifs i use are mine unless i clearly state so!!

okay hi beautifuls :) this is a request for jeno smut + fluff after a stressful day at work (ask and you shall receive). on with it, then!

→ pairing: softdom!jeno x girlfriend!reader

→ genre: smut, fluff

→ warnings: mentions of food, kitchen sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap children!!), fingering, dirty talk (kinda?)

→ word count: 1.4k

sorry, it’s not that detailed but i hope you like it ://

ENJOY!

“Hey babe.” You greeted your boyfriend, not glancing up from the pot that was bubbling on the stove. You didn’t get a response, but you figured he just didn’t hear you.

Light shuffling made its way towards the kitchen, stopping when it arrived behind you. Big, strong arms wrapped around your waist and brought themselves closer to you, Jeno slumping over your shoulder. You raised your hand, bringing it to his cheek, caressing it softly. The boy heaved a heavy sigh when your skin met his.

“What’s wrong with my big puppy.” You said with a feighned pout, now petting his head as your other hand mixed the food with the spatula.

Jeno let out an even heavier sigh, digging his face into the crook of your neck. Sucking in a breath, he finally responded. “I hate work.”

“You hate being an idol? Or you hated today?” you ask, mentally preparing yourself to give an uplifting speech on how he shouldn’t give up on his dreams just yet.

“Today.” You felt him pout.

“Oh, thank god.” This time it was you who sighed, but in relief. “What happened? I didn’t see you this morning. And why are you wearing a suit?” your brows knit together. Looking down at the arms wrapped around you, you noticed that he was wearing a navy-blue suit jacket.

“We had a meeting, and they told us to wear a suit, for no reason.” He explained. “And Donghyuck was just so whiney today- if I could choke him I would, but sadly, that is illegal.” He grumbled into your hair, which tickled your skin.

“Hm~ sounds like a rough day.” You reacted, giggling when his arms tightened around your waist.

Putting down the spatula, you turned off the stove before spinning around in his arms, so that you were facing him, your faces centimetres apart. His dark brown eyes met your own seconds before you leaned in and pressed a small peck against his lips.

As you were about to pull away, one of Jeno’s large hands cupped your cheek, bringing you back in. The kiss he pulled you into was soft, yet needy. As usual, your lips molded perfectly together, the kiss only becoming more heated when he propped you up on to the counter. Your hands were tangled, reaching for the top button for his dress shirt, trying not to rip the expensive material.

He left behind a trail of hickeys as he moved from the corner of your mouth to your jaw and down your neck. The boy pulled your tank top over your head and unclasped your bra, watching in amazement as your tits bounced from the drop of security.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled while kissing down the valley of your breasts. Latching his mouth on to your nipple, he sucked on the bud and rolled it around on his tongue, teeth grazing it softly every so often, enjoying the breathy moans that were coming from your mouth.

As busy and devoted he seemed to be on your tits, Jenos fingertips latched around the lining of your shorts and gently tugged them down your legs, allowing them to drop to the floor- along with your underwear.

Slowly adjusting your position, so you could be more comfortable, Jeno spread your legs, eyes glimmering at the sight of your dripping pussy. Leaning down, your boyfriend licked a stripe against your dripping heat, making you shiver. He pulled your lips apart, spitting on your clit before he sucked it away, pleasure taking over your mind and body.

The boys hand reached up to your mouth, signaling for you to suck on his fingers, as the other hand kept one of your thighs in place. When he figured that his fingers were wet enough, Jeno pulled them out with a ‘pop’, bringing them down to your hole, slowly pushing them into you.

“Jeno…” you breathed shakily.

Your boyfriend looked up at you, dark eyes oddly innocent looking. He hummed against you, forgetting momentarily that he was eating you out, only noticing when you dropped your head back.

“Fuck, don’t do that.” You whined.

“Oh, whoops.” He muttered, mouth still against your heat. You called his name again.

“That feels too good.” Jeno chuckled at your comment, the pout that was on his face only a few minutes ago now replaced by a small smile. “Don’t stop.” You bit your lip, raking your hand through his hair in attempt to pull him close- which was impossible, since his nose would sometimes graze you as he ate you out.

“Didn’t plan on it.” His tone was cocky as he started moving his fingers and tongue, the actions synching up in time. Your own hand was at your tit, massaging it as your boyfriend pleased you.

It didn’t take you long to reach your first orgasm- it never did when it came to Jeno. That man can have you squirming under him, screaming his name in minutes.

With a single curl of his fingers, the knot that had built in your stomach was coming undone, your lower half shaking in pleasure as Jeno let you ride out your orgasm on his face and fingers.

When you calmed down, Jeno leaned forward and pressed a short kiss on your lips.

The boy pulled away, unbuttoning his pants, and dropped them to his ankles, along with his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring up and hit his stomach. Looking down, he spat again, letting his saliva drip down on to his dick, lubricating himself.

Grabbing the base of his shaft, Jeno brought the tip of his cock to your slit, mixing his precum and your arousal together as he slid it up and down before he pushed himself inside you. The feeling of his girth inside you made you lay with your back flat against the countertop.

“Fuck yeah, you take me so well.” He growled, rubbing your stomach. “We haven’t even fucked for twenty minutes, how are you already fucked out.” He grabbed your face with his big hand, directing your gaze back at him, adding in the smallest amount of aggression.

Your boyfriend swung one of your legs over his shoulder, pulling your hips closer to his own. You maintained this position for a while, and right before you were going to warn him that you were close, he pulled out.

“Why?” you asked, catching your breath.

Jeno didn’t respond; instead, he gently took you by the waist and turned you around, your chest now flush against his. Angling himself before ramming into you with your back against the fridge, his length now hitting you deeper.

“Fuck,” Jeno cursed, looking down. “I can see everything.” The boy groaned, smirking at the sight. “God you’re so tight.” He bit his lip, holding in another moan from the pleasure he felt as you clawed at his bare back. The noises he let out were throaty and filthy, only making you even more wet.

Jeno leaned in, so that his face was in the crook of your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

“Too much.” You tapped his bicep, which flexed under your touch. He slowed his pace and brought you down, switching your position again after ten minutes.

Bending you down on the counter, he fucked you like that, your face and upper body on the cold marble of your kitchen island.

“Jesus, you’re perfect.” His hands slid up your waist, tingles rising in your skin with each touch. “Fuck baby.” He growled, hips rutting faster into you.

As he slid in and out of you, your walls clenched harder and harder, bringing both you and Jeno closer to your orgasms.

“Mm~ cumming.” You hummed, gasping when Jeno’s fingertips found their way on to your clit, rubbing small circles into the nub, helping you release faster.

Barely even a minute after, Jeno pulled out, cumming on your pussy. He slapped his cockhead against your slit, watching his cum drip down your slit, diluting your own with his white seed.

He gently picked you up, bringing you to your shared bedroom and placed you down, crawling under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around your now weak waist.

Jeno pecked you on your lips, smiling up at your pouty expression.

“The food’s probably cold.” You huffed, making him laugh. “And we have to clean the kitchen.”

“Both of those things can wait until later.” His fingers drummed against your hips. “Let me recharge.” He nuzzled his face into your side, making you scoff.

“I thought you just did.” You felt his breath against you as he let out a chuckle. “Whatever.” You sighed, petting his head.

“Thank you.” He said softly, placing a feather light kiss on your side.

[suna-reversed]

Mafia AU! Suna x reader ft Miya twins

2k+ word fic

(warnings/tags- fingering, slight degredation, exhibitionism, hair pulling, oral [male receiving], male masturbation, mentions of breeding, mentions of violence, slight yandere themes)

You felt the cool brush of air against your dripping heat as your underwear was pushed to the side, your wetness immediately coming in contact with the growing bulge on the lap that you sat on.

Suna spread his knees further, hands gripping your thighs so that you were on full display to the lust filled hungry eyes of the Miyas. One of his hands came up to play with your exposed breasts that he had hastily pulled out of your dress, not even bothering to unclasp your bra as he opted to simply tear it off.

You leaned back farther against his chest with a sigh as he twisted one of your nipples, a small gasp escaping your lips at his cold touch.

“C’mon pretty girl, don’t keep those sweet moans hidden from us.”

Said an accented voice, followed by the sound of a zipper opening. You knew Atsumu would be the first one to break. Suna had precisely told you so. But you weren’t done with the task at hand just yet.

Suna’s hand on your thigh grazed dangerously close to your heat,

“Speak up doll, tell Atsumu-kun who makes you moan this good.”

Turning your head towards him with a doe-like look in your eyes, you grinded your hips down onto Suna’s hardening member as you replied,

“You daddy- daddy makes me feel so good- ah fuck!” You were cut off by the moan that escaped past your lips as you felt fingers come directly down onto your sensitive little clit, rubbing circles as the hand on your breast continued to toy with your nipples.

Atsumu had fully pulled out his cock from his briefs by now, the tip a shade darker than his skin, oozing with pre-cum as he slowly started to stroke himself.

“Her pretty little cunt is so tight- even after I’ve fucked it hard and deep almost every single night.” Suna growled, two of his fingers slowly entering you causing lewd squelching sounds as he began to pump them. 

Your moans synched up with Atsumu’s heavy grunts and breaths, a profanity leaving his lips every now and then as he started to stroke himself faster. You felt the hand on your breast come up to grip your jaw, turning your head towards Atsumu whose eyes were locked onto you as his strokes became slower. Suna brought his fingers to your lips and you instinctively took them in your mouth, sucking on them, your moans being muffled as the fingers stuffed up your cunt moved faster. Your hips bucked up in response as you felt the familiar coil tighten in your stomach, 

“Daddy please-fuck- so close...please let me cum!”

“Go ahead doll, cum all around my fingers”

That was all that was needed for you to crumble around the slender fingers inside you, back arching as you felt your own wetness drip down your thighs.

Your release seemed to be the blonde twin’s undoing as he too came with a loud “fuck!”, spurts of his load dripping down the leather material of the sofa he sat on.

You slumped back in Suna’s lap, eyes closing as you steadied your breathing, Suna’s hands coming up to tuck in your breasts back into the dress.

“I sure do hope the show isn’t over yet, is it?”

A shiver went down your spine at the husky foreign voice. You had almost forgotten that he was still there. Timidly opening your eyes, you saw him look at you with a smirk plastered on his face as he swirled around the whiskey in his glass.

“Always the late boomer aren’t you” the other twin said jokingly. You expected the silver haired man to perhaps reply with a snarky comeback. Instead, he sent down a blood chilling glare towards his brother that had even you quivering.

You felt Suna’s thumb rub circles into your thigh, deftly pulling away to tap thrice on your skin. A sign to ask if you were okay. You replied back by tapping his wrist twice. Sighing, you felt Suna sliding you down onto the couch next to him.

“Of course not, how can we finish off without our guest having had...fun” Suna replied smoothly.

Osamu smirked once more, eyes still plastered onto you as he lowly said,

“Well, I’m afraid I’m not as easy to persuade as my brother. I would much rather prefer a...personalised performance.”

A scoff could be heard in the back from Atsumu as you saw Suna’s fox-like eyes narrow, his own lips curling up into a smile and you swore you could’ve pictured him internally smashing the quick-tongued man’s head against the glass table in front of you repeatedly. You slid your hand across his thigh, squeezing twice.

Osamu didn’t miss the gesture.

“Not one to share are you? Afraid your pretty little thing might leave yer balls hanging once she finds better?”

He had said it so nonchalantly. Like a childhood friend passing on an inside joke to his mate. Fucking hell- this man truly had no concern for his own life, you thought to yourself.

You felt the tension in the room as Suna stood up. He wasn’t going to ruin this after what you had just got through, was he? No, you still had to buy more time. You felt him leisurely pick up a glass of drink from the bar counter as he came to stand behind you on the sofa.

“Why would I? You, her and I all know whose cock she’d be screaming on the loudest at the end of the night.” He said, a hand coming down to rest on your shoulder before he continued, 

“However...in this case- well, she gets to decide whether she wants some pathetic other cock or not. She does have a thing for always getting new toys-” he paused, ruffling your hair as he mustered up the cheekiest smile possible, “...I do warn you though, they often end up getting thrown away...or even destroyed at times.”

Osamu’s smirk had turned into a clipped smile by now. Atsumu let out a nervous laugh, hoping to ease down the thick veil of tension in the room. Your brain played out all the scenarios in which this situation could turn into an absolute train wreck. So you did the best thing you could have. Looking up, you lightly tugged at Suna’s jacket, making him immediately snap his head towards you,

“Daddy- can- can I?” Your innocent voice seemed to make his own cock twitch, and you knew it had a similar effect on Osamu as you looked back at him shyly. These men were so easy to manipulate once all the blood in their brain flowed down straight to their dicks. You hit the final nail as you continued,

“Don’t want your guests gone without having had fun daddy- I wanna be good for you- for them.”

That made Osamu react out of character for the first time that night as he let out a deep sigh, moving a little to clearly adjust the pressure in his groin. On the other hand, you knew Suna saw through your act. He knew that you’d much rather have these men begging on their knees, and surely not for pleasure. But you had just confirmed your consent, and he did need more time, so he wrapped his ring covered fingers around your throat making you look up at him,

“Okay then- whatever you want doll.”

That was all the signal needed for you to get up, swaying your hips slightly as you walked towards Osamu. He apprehended you with an appreciative gaze as you came to stand right in front of him, before slowly getting down on your knees, moving your hands to place them on his muscular thighs. You heard a “thump” in the background which you assumed was Suna plopping down onto the couch. From the corner of your eye, you could already see that the blonde twin had once again become hard, simply at the gesture of you bending down.

“Still can’t get your full attention, can I ?”

The deep voice snapped you out of your trance as a knuckle brushed across your cheekbone. You looked up at the electrifying man. He had undid a few buttons of his white shirt, revealing his tattoo clad chest. He lightly flicked your nose with his index finger and you felt almost guilty as your core tightened at the subtle gesture.

Batting your eyelashes at him, you slowly slid your hands up to palm him over his growing bulge. You heard the lightest groan escape his throat, and that only spurred on your confidence as you started to unbutton his pants, pulling out his thick girth to slide your thumb across the pre-cum dripping off his tip. Pumping his length a few times, you leaned forward to lick a long stripe from the base up his shaft, stopping at the top to suck on his tip. That single move had almost broken his stoic demeanour as he bucked his hips up, a loud groan leaving his mouth as his fingers came to tangle themselves in your hair. Taking as much of him as possible, you let him set the pace as he rocked your head around his huge girth. Tears welled up in your eyes as he hit the back of your throat, but you continued sucking, drool falling out of your mouth mixed with his pre-cum as a string of moans left his mouth. Your hands came up to stroke what you couldn’t take inside your mouth. You pulled up to suck on his sensitive tip once more before going back to taking him deep in your throat.

“Fuck-fuck I’m close”

You hummed around his cock, intent on breaking one of the most dangerous men in the district, but a whine left you as your head was harshly pulled back by your hair, Osamu’s own frustration being signified by a loud groan.

“Only I cum in her mouth” Suna said possessively, “- continue stroking him baby”

Osamu was shooting daggers at the dark haired man standing protectively behind you. But his attention was ripped away from the violent thoughts as he felt your hands stroking him so well- fuck- he could’ve cum right there as he looked at your fucked out face, your hair mused by his administrations, lips swollen and dried tear stains marking your face. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on. He wanted to ruin you, and he promised himself he’d make you his, no matter what it takes.

You had looked up at Osamu and felt his gaze darken, almost a tint of madness behind it as you continued to stroke him. You felt his climax approaching as his legs began to shake and his moans got louder, pumping him harder and faster, you moved one hand to brush your thumb against his tip knowing he liked it. And it worked as it snapped the restraint in him as he let go, spurting out thick layers of his cum all over his pants and your hands.

“Thank you angel” he had murmured, and Suna’s patience had finally run thin as he had pulled you up, giving you a tissue for you to clean yourself. You noticed Atsumu had managed to finish once more too as he grabbed a box of tissues for himself. You were barely able to meet the eyes of the other twin as Suna had thrown his suit jacket over your shoulders, pushing you out and instructing his bodyguards to escort you to your room, where you had immediately passed out from the exhaustion of all the events of the night.

——————————

Your eyes fluttered open to a hand caressing the back of your head and a strong tattooed arm wrapped around your waist.

“Did it go well?” You mumbled against his chest. 

Suna looked down at you, eyes filled with adoration and an emotion you couldn’t quite figure out.

“It did. Kita managed to meet up with the mole in their gang while they were busy with us. The diamonds were easily switched with the fake copies after that.” You sighed in relief, putting your head on his chest, “And by the time the Miyas do realise what has happened, they’d be way out of the province and surrounded by Ushijima and his gang.”

“But...what if they realise it before they’ve left, are you su-”

Your worries were cut off with a deep kiss pressed to your lips. You returned it with equal intensity, a small giggle escaping your lips. But your smile faded as you looked back at the glassy eyes of your lover.

“You’re mine, okay?” He mumbled while peppering kisses against your forehead. You were completely thrown off by his statement, surely he couldn’t believe that you’d ever choose anyone else over him?

“Please tell me you’re mine”

Your heart cracked at his plea laced with desperation. You immediately responded by kissing him once again, moving your leg across his and pulling yourself over so that you were straddling his lap. 

“I’m yours-only yours” you mumbled against his lips. Your admission set something feral off in him as he growled into your mouth. Your mind flashed to a particular set of cerulean blue eyes for just the fraction of a second. You threw aside the intrusive thought as your lover’s hands came down to knead your ass, and you felt his member poke against the inside of your thigh,

“Can’t wait to fuck you full of my cum princess- gonna make you cum over and over again until you’re begging me to stop.”

Fuck, you’d put your life on the line everyday if this is what you got at the end of it.

-extra cut below-

“Who were they taken by?”

“Shiratorizawa. 8 dead”

“My brother?”

“They’ve kept him separate for now. Most likely for hostage money.”

“So that’s how they play huh?”

“We’ll help you fix it, after all, our gangs didn’t come to a peace agreement for nothing. At least we still have you...which does bring me to the question, why did you decide to stay back?” 

“I had something I had to...take care of.” 

The silver haired man clenched his jaw, looking down at the collar engraved with the word “angel” across it. A deranged smile spread across his face, 

“You know what? I think I’m gonna deal with this by myself. That brat ‘Tsumu needs some manners beaten into him anyways.” He paused, “Do me a favour though Bokuto- get me all the information possible on that fucker Rintarou- everywhere he goes, who he meets, his personal cars, owned clubs, his close relations.”  

“You got it.”

Oh, he was gonna have so much fun hunting down his innocent little dove  

A/N: thank you so SO much for 500 followers!! Planning a kink-list event at 700!

[little-diable]

Breaking the law - Draco Malfoy (smut)

Request by anon: will u write draco ✨spice✨ w prompt 13, 17, 25, 26, 27 he has a innocent girl kink

Hi lovie, sorry for the wait. This is probably one of my favorite Draco smuts I’ve ever written. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: breaking laws isn’t part of the readers nature, but a lazy mistake lets her tumble into Malfoy’s arms late at night, having to protect her from Umbridges rules. 

Warning: this is filthy, spanking, unprotected sex, good girl kink 

(Credit to gif owner) 

“Well what do we have here?”, Draco’s voice echoed through the hallway, making (y/n) freeze, books pressed against her chest, (y/e/c) eyes closed, mumbling a small “oh no”. Draco stepped closer to her, by now he could smell her sweet perfume, the scent, that would engulf him late at night as his mind would begin to wander. 

“Isn’t it past your curfew love?”, she wouldn’t turn towards him, too scared to be dragged into Umbridges office, she had never broken a rule before, she was the definition of a good girl, in any way.

“I’m sorry”, her breath hitched in her chest, trembling hands tightly holding onto her books, she could feel him near, his front was just about to touch her back. “Malfoy”, Umbridges voice made both of them exhale, he grasped her hand, interlacing his fingers with her, “let me do the talking, will you?”. Her mind was racing, focused on his soft hands, how he calmly traced her skin with his thumb, squeezing her hand, reassuring her that he’d cover for her.

Draco smiled at Umbridge, the lady was completely dressed in pink, just as usual, staring at the couple with a quirked eyebrow, arms crossed in front of her chest, “shouldn’t you be in bed, (y/l/n)?”. 

(Y/n) visibly gulped, cursing herself for being that stupid, she had been hiding away in the library, exploring another fictional world she wished to be a part of, forgetting all about the curfew and the pink devil. She didn’t truly hear what Draco was telling Umbridge, too distracted by his calm aura and the way he kept holding onto her.

“Well, if you say so, off you go”, the woman shook her head, clicking her tongue as she turned away from them, not noticing the sly smirk that tugged on Dracos lips. “How-what?”, (y/n) stuttered, following him down the hallway, he tilted his head from left to right before he pushed her against the wall. 

A gasp spilled from her lips, she was sure that he could hear her heart rapidly beating, biting her lip, eyes following his, “don’t worry love, I’ll never stop breaking the law for you”, he pressed a kiss to the spot underneath her ear.

She had always wondered what it would feel like to be that close to him, to the prince of Slytherin, to the boy she would dream about at night. Draco ran his thumb across her lower lip, eyes finding hers, slowly he moved his head closer, lips almost touching, she could feel his hot breath on her skin, letting go of her books as he kissed her. Their lips moved in synch, hands grasping each other's sides, getting lost in each other's taste, finally.

“Come on”, Draco didn’t want to ever stop kissing her, to explore her body like he had wanted to do so for ages, he pulled her towards his bedroom, hiding her away from the other students. The moment they stepped into his room he reattached his lips to hers, hand wandering underneath her sweater, fingertips dancing across her soft skin. “Draco”, she mumbled his name, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt, pressing her thighs together, trying to forget about her pulsing clit.

His deep chuckle rumbled through him, hand tangled in her (y/h/c) hair, twirling around some loose strands between his fingers. Draco kissed his way down her throat, his trousers were getting tighter and tighter, pressing his bulge against her middle, obsessed with the sound of her moans. With trembling hands she unbuttoned his shirt, eyes set on his chest, god he was beautiful. Her hungry gaze made his length twitch, growling as he tugged her sweater over her head, blouse following shortly after.

(Y/n)s boobs were hidden away by the lacy material of her bra, he ran his thumb across it, squeezing her nipples, desperate for more. Her emotions were all over the place, she had done this before with boys, that didn’t really bother her much, an experience she wanted to get over and done with, but with Draco it was different, completely different. She wanted him to explore her body, to touch her where she’d touch herself to the thought of him, to wreck her, destroying her for anybody else she’d ever be with.

“Onto your knees, be a good girl for me”, his raspy voice shot shivers up her spine, dropping onto her knees, following his every command. She couldn’t take her eyes off his entrancing ones, unzipping his trousers, biting her lip as her eyes fell upon his hard length, tongue licking from his base to the tip, picking up the drops of precum, moaning from the taste.

Draco had always been mesmerized by her, her innocent nature brought the most sinful thoughts upon him, eyes perfectly harmonizing with the colour of her house, (y/h/c) hair rounding up her features.

Moan after moan rumbled through him, praying that she wouldn’t stop anytime soon, obsessed with the way she twirled her tongue, cheeks hallowed, swallowing him as he reached the back of her throat. But eventually he pulled out of her mouth, pulling her onto her feet, pushing her down on his bed, oh he’d have his fun with her. 

“You’ve been a bad girl, haven't you?”, she stared at him with wide eyes, wondering what he was talking about, “sneaking around the castle, after the curfew, I think that calls for a punishment”, he ran his hand up to her features, cupping her flushed cheek, his cold ring pressed against her skin, bright eyes teasing her.

He quickly grasped her sides and flipped her onto her front, ass high in the air, short skirt exposing her skin. Draco couldn’t wait to burn his handprint into her skin, marking her for the next few days, reminding her of the things he was about to do. 

“Such a bad girl, going against the rules”, he mumbled, hand pressed against her behind, kneading her skin, her heart was racing, hands holding onto the pillow she had her face pressed into, deeply exhaling. Draco slapped his palm against her skin, spanking her with all his strength, not going easy on her.

Her first instinct was to move away from him, a cry rumbled through her, lips parted, “don’t move, I won’t hesitate with taking it up to 20”, the words made her gulp, trying to calm herself down. Draco gave it a few seconds till he started once again, snapping his palm against her behind, skin bruised as he finished after 10 more slaps. 

Tears stained his pillow, glistering on her cheek as he pulled her off the fabric, behind pushed against his naked chest. He pressed a few kisses to the back of her neck, arm sneaking around her waist, hand moving between her thighs, teasing the soaked through fabric of her panties.

“Relax”, he murmured, Draco unclasped her bra, cupping her boobs from behind, eyes staring down on her, “so gorgeous”. Her head fell against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, hands grasping his forearms, “Draco”, she moaned his name, “more”, (y/n) panted. 

He gave her some space to fall against the mattress, back pressed against the soft material, eyes watching him tug down her skirt and panties in one move. Her walls were dripping, aching for his touch, he dipped his head down, pressing a kiss to her pulsing clit, fingers teasing her entrance.

Draco pushed two fingers into her heat, she arched her back, hands finding his silvery hair, tugging on the roots, desperately holding onto him. The prince of Slytherin knew exactly where to touch her, where to kiss and lick, hot breath crashing against her skin, goosebumps began to appear, making a smirk tug on his lips. 

He moved up her body, hovering above her, lips meeting hers, he grasped his length, coating his tip with her arousal before he pushed into her, spreading her walls around his length.

(Y/n) had to squeeze her eyes shut, he was bigger than anybody she had ever been with, nails clawing into his skin, trying to drown out the feeling of her burning walls. Draco gave her a few moments to adjust, stroking some strands of her hair out of her face, admiring every inch of her features. 

Slowly he pulled out of her, pushing all in once again, repeating the motion till a few moans spilled out of her, telling him that he could begin to build up his pace. ”Such a good girl for me”, the words made her smile. 

It seemed as if she had forgotten that they were still in Hogwarts, surrounded by other chambers, loud moans rumbled through her, squealing his name as he teased all the right spots. “Are you that needy? Don’t you care about them hearing you scream my name?”, Draco growled, high on her taste, on her scent and the way she clenched her walls around his member. She shook her head, eyes finding his, Draco placed his hand over her mouth, toning down the volume of her sounds, smirking as her hot breath crashed against his palm.

A few spots appeared in her vision, she wouldn’t last much longer, after months of admiring him, praying that he’d touch her like that almost every night, it was too much, her emotions were getting the best of her. Draco could tell that she would tumble over the edge any moment now, he pressed his thumb against her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, eyes not leaving hers once. “Let go love”, he panted, lips finding her hard nipples, slightly biting her skin.

Her walls fluttered around him, she moaned his name, orgasm crashing upon her, losing all control over her body, thrashing around underneath him. Draco's length began to twitch, he pulled out of her, panting her name as he pumped his length, releasing himself onto her skin, cum painting her lower belly white. “Fuck”, his eyes fluttered close, pressing his head against her chest, she combed her hand through his hair, smiling at him. 

Maybe breaking the law had its perks.

[linasobsessions]

Are you sure about that? OR 4 times you were just a hookup + the one time you weren't {Matthew Tkachuk}

AN: First time writing on this blog after probably one and a half years. But this idea just kinda stuck in my head

Word count: 3.2k

1.

Hooking up with Matthew was easy. The first time he took you home was after a night out at a local bar with his teammates, just having won an important game and being a step closer to clinching a playoff spot. You had been out with your girlfriends trying to escape the stress of college exams.

You already had a couple of drinks and since your friends were much wilder than you, you decided to get some water to sober up a little. At least one of you had to stay conscious this time and not black out. Waiting on your drink you tapped your fingers on the wood of the bar to the beat of the music playing in the background when you felt another person sliding in next to you.

Deciding to ignore it you took your water that was finally handed to you. You pulled some bills out of your pocket to pay but were stopped midway.

"Put it on my tab."

The deep voice left a shiver down your spine as you turned your head to look at the man next to you. The first thing you noticed was the curly blonde mop of hair on his head, wild and tamed at the same time with racing stripes shaves into the sides. You let your eyes wander to his face, over his sharp, scruffy jawline to his clear blue eyes. His lips wore an smirk that made you want to roll your eyes at him as the next sentence left his mouth.

"Are you Tennessee?"

He went back to smirking as you only raised your left eyebrow. He leaned down so his mouth was close to your ear, making sure you heard every word he said. This could either go really good or really bad.

"Because you're the only ten I see."

Now you did roll your eyes. And it seemed like he was enjoying that he was annoying you. You leaned back to get more distance between the two of you and looked into his eyes. They shone with mischief and you made it your mission to put him in his place.

"Did this line ever really work?"

He shook his head and looked down at the beer in his hand. You noticed his hands fidgeting around the bottle. Was he nervous?

"No. But I thought someone like you would be annoyed at a line like this. And I was right. You see, it's kind of like my job to get under people's skin and it seems to work outside of that too. I'm Matthew."

He held his hand out to you. And as much as he annoyed you, you were intrigued by him as a person. He seemed like someone you had to get to know. So you accepted his handshake and told him your name as well. Back was the smirk on his face and you knew another remark would follow.

"It fits. A gorgeous name for a gorgeous person."

Your head snapped down in an attempt to hide the blush that was spreading over your cheeks. Grumbling a 'shut up' while shoving his shoulder. That pick up line started out an amazing conversation and at the end of the night you and Matthew were like old friends. During the conversation you switched back to cocktails so it was no surprise that you were getting more affectionate. While Matt was telling a story about how he beat up his younger brother Brady when he was twelve you couldn't help yourself to reach your hand out and run your hands through his curls. It was incredibly soft and your sexual frustration made you wonder what it would feel like to tug on it while his head was between your legs. Matt seemed to notice you starting to press your legs together to relive the pressure between your legs. Back was the smirk of the beginning of the night as he rested his hand on the top of your thigh and leaned in again. Your noses were brushing and if one of you moved only one inch your lips would touch. It made you restless.

"You wanna get out of here? My apartment is just around the corner."

You nodded and he paid for the drinks and pulled you outside to get to his apartment. The rest of the night was spent kissing each and every inch of skin with hands roaming around each other. Your bodies were moving in synch and if wouldn't have felt so amazing you might have been worried about the fact that his body felt familiar to you already.

When you were done he fell into the pillows next to you, both of you panting heavily. Assuming this would probably be a one time thing you got up to clean yourself up in the bathroom before starting to get dressed. Matthew lifted his head and looked at you through half-closed eyes. As he noticed you were getting dressed he sat up and fidgeted with his hands again.

"So this might sound weird. But can we do this again? I had a really good time tonight and I feel like we could be really good friends."

Confused by his words you raised an eyebrow for one last time that night. His face now wore a smug smile as his thoughts seemed to have traveled further.

"And the sex is great. So it would be a win-win situation for us. I just can't do a relationship right now and it would be cool if we'd have a casual thing."

As you shimmied back into your jeans you let out a giggle. And then you noticed your blouse on the floor. Ripped. He really had ripped your favorite blouse. Your eyes searched through his bedroom to find something else to wear. And you were successful. Grabbing the Grey hoddie laying on the floor and pulling it over your head you turned back to Matt to give him a cheeky grin.

"Well since we're friends now you won't mind me taking this, do you? Give me your phone so I can put my number in there."

He handed you his phone and you saved in your number with a wink emoji next to it. You gave it back to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"Until next time Matty."

And you were out of his apartment.

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2.

The the next couple of month the hookups with Matthew became more and more regular. But you also became really good friends. You hung out at his apartment a lot and you could talk about anything and everything for hours. The flutter of your heart and the butterflies in your stomach when you were with him were blatantly ignored. You couldn't afford to fall in love with him. He had been clear from the beginning that he wasn't looking for a relationship so you granted him his wish. That didn't mean that your heart didn't ache when his phone lit up with a text from another one of his hookups and he was quick to kick you out of his apartment. Not that you would ever tell him that though.

Even when you now were considered close friends it still surprised you when Matt invited you to a team party. They had clinched a playoff spot and were now celebrating it. At first you didn't want to go. You didn't know any of his teammates and in no way wanted to intrude on their celebration. But Matt had insisted.

"Come on, babe. I need you there. You're on of my closest friends. It wouldn't be the same without you."

Babe. That had been a nickname he began using for you. It didn't help the feelings blossoming in your chest. It made it even worse. And that's also what made you break in the end.

The amount of people in Mark Giordano's house was overwhelming. People were crowding around a beer pong table and you could see some space had been made in the dining room to have a dance floor. Matthew pulled you into the kitchen first. He knew you weren't that great with new people and really shy at first. So he would get you a drink to loosen up and make you more open. While your drink was strong he just grabbed himself a beer and pulled you further to the living room. He soon found Noah and Jonny who smirked as they saw him approach with you holding his hand. Noah saw this as an ultimate opportunity to tease Matt.

"Oh would you look at that! Chucky got himself a girl. About time!"

Your cheeks glowed with a blush while Matthew only laughed and made sure to disagree with him.

"Noah shut your mouth. This is my friend (Y/N). I told you about her."

You looked at Matthew with wide eyes. He had told his teammates about you? What else had he told them?

Noah and Jonny introduced themselves to you and before the conversation could start up again a brunette head full of locks pushed themselves between Matt, Noah, Jonny and yourself.

"Matthew you brought someone! We seriously need more girls here. To even out all this testosterone."

You blushed yet again. Why would they not stop assuming you were together. The girl grabbed your hand and gave you a bright smile.

"I'm Meredith, Jonny's fiancé. Come on. I'll introduce you to the rest of the girls."

Before you could say anything else, Meredith had already pulled you away from Matthew. The rest of the night wasn't as bad as you would have thought. The girls were incredibly nice and with a couple more drinks in you were dancing with all the girls. It was a fun time.

Something you didn't notice though, was that Matt was keeping an eye on you the entire night. And it was so blatantly obvious to everyone else except for you two. Jonny nudged Noah when he noticed Matt looking after you yet again.

"Just a hook up my ass. Look at him."

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3.

Sadly the season had ended sooner for the Flames than they would have liked. Being eliminated from the playoffs in the first round wasn't a great feeling and it was showing. The whole city felt like it was in a slump. You could only be thankful that Matt was back in St. Louis so he wouldn't have to witness it. Even if you missed his presence.

Back in St. Louis Matthew was also missing you. He had gotten so used to talkinh to you so often and spending time with you as much as he could that he swore that he was experiencing withdrawal symptoms. He constantly checked his phone to look if you had texted him and was looking through old photos of you. And again. It was incredibly obvious something had change.

Brady thought his brother was sick because he wasn't chirping him as much anymore. But then he heard Matt talking to you over the phone. He had never heard Matthew talk so soft with someone. Usually it always was snarky remarks and sometimes even straight up rudeness. But this was something else. Compliments, encouraging words and even the phrase 'I miss you'. There had to be something up with him. So he brought it up at breakfast the next morning.

Everyone else was already down at the kitchen table. Brady and Taryn were eating breakfast while Keith was reading the daily newspaper and Chantal making herself breakfast when Matthew came down. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, which he did. What his family didn't know tho was that he had been on the phone with you for hours, even falling asleep on facetime at about 3 am. Matt rubbed his eyes as he pulled a bowl out of a cabinet and made himself some cereal. And Brady, on brand with he was, saw the perfect opportunity to embarrass his big brother.

"Matt, who were you talking to last night?"

Matt's head shot up so fast it was almost impossible. The kitchen went silent as four pairs of eyes were now on Matthew's face. He felt a blush creep up on his cheeks. Chantal narrowed her eyes at her son's blushing cheeks. He never blushed. Not even when he was young and had his first crush on a girl. Never. So this was news to the whole family.

"Uhm-"

Matt brought his hand up to scratch the back of his newly cut hair. You had scolded him last night that he better get back to clagary with curls or else. You were about as intimidating as a playful puppy, but he would never tell you that.

"I talked to a friend. She's back in Calgary and going through a tough time with college right now. "

Now Taryn's eyes were the ones narrowing. Damn those Tkachuk girls and their true suspicions.

"A female friend? Is that even possible for you?"

Matthew rolled his eyes. Of course his sister would eventually chirp her brother. He should be used to it by now. No family member is safe from chirping. Maybe their mom. But otherwise no one.

"Yes a female friend. We only hooked up a couple of times. She's just a friend that I have fun with from time to time."

The whole family except for Matthew let out a groan. No one wanted to know what or who he was doing in his free time. But Brady was still not convinced with that answer. There had to be something else.

"I don't belive you. You would not be this soft for someone who is just a hook up or a friend. There's no way."

Matthew tilted his head at the statement of his brother as if he wanted to challenge Brady.

"Well she is. Don't put your nose in my business."

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4.

The emotion in the locker room were going wild. Defeating the leafs was one thing but defeating them at home with a shutout was something else. Matt had scored a goal so it was understandable he was over the moon. As they started to get out of their gear Matt looked at his phone. Just as he had expected it showed a text you sent immediately after the game. A smile lit up his face.

'Congratulations Superstar. You played a good game today, that goal was incredible. I'm so proud of you. Btw thanks for letting me stay at yours. I would have never been able to concentrate with my roommates at home.'

Gio, who had been aware of the situation with you both, noticed him looking down at his phone. It was as if Matt had heart eyes. And he had been observing the pining for too long. He had to say something.

"(Y/N) texted you?"

Matt looked up from his phone and at his captain. He nodded with the smile still on his face.

"Yeah. She congratulated us on the win and thanked me that she could stay at my apartment."

Now it was Gio's turn to look confused.

"Wait -. She's staying at your apartment? Why?"

Matthew shrugs as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

"Yeah. Her roommates are always incredibly loud so when exams are coming up I let her stay at my apartment. She can concentrate better then."

Gio shook his head, not believing what he was hearing. And he's had enough. It was about time Matthew realized what was on front of him.

"Are you sure she's just a hookup? Well friend with benefits or whatever."

Matt nodded, completely sure of his answer.

There's was no way you were more than a friend, was there?

"Well it seems different to me. You spend like all your free time together. You bring her to teamparties and then watch her so nothing happens to her. When we're on the road you're constantly texting and she's staying at your apartment while you're not there because she's studying. Sounds a lot like a committed relationship to me. Figure it out. Before one of you gets hurt."

It was like an enlightenment for Matt. He realized that every little thing had first been done because of the connection you both had. That connection had later been turned into love. He had fallen in love with you without even knowing it. But he was sure that you felt the same.

He couldn't wait to get home to you. The whole flight back to Calgary he had been antsy and was fidgeting with his hands. Something he knowhe had done since he met you. You made him nervous.

He opened his apartment door to find you sitting at the kitchen table with your laptop and books scattered all over it. You were still studying. With long strides he walked up to you, something you haven't seen him do before.

"Matty what -"

You couldn't even finish your sentence before his lips were on yours. His hands cupped your cheeks as you clutched onto his wrists. Still overwhelmed with that kiss you couldn't bring a word out. Matthew could.

"I am completely, utterly, stupidly in love with you. And I know you feel the same. I'm so sorry that I'm such an idiot and didn't notice before."

With a small smile you moved your hand from his wrist to his cheek as you pulled him to you to kiss him yet again.

"You're right. I am absolutely in love with you too, Matthew Tkachuk."

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+1

You were back in the bar you first met Matt. It brought back good memories and you couldn't wait to make more. Different to that, you were now out with the Flames and the other WAGS to celebrate an important home win. You and Matt were sitting in a booth with Jonny and Meredith as you and her were talking about the wedding preparations she had made. Matthew was talking with Jonny about something completely different but the slight glances and his hand on your thigh made you aware of his constant presence and his protective nature over you. Not that you were complaining.

After you had talked about the wedding bouquets her and Jonny had chosen, you turned to Matt.

"Babe, I'm gonna get myself something to drink. You want something?"

He shook his head and pecked your lips.

"No baby, I'm good. You go ahead."

You made your way to the bar and ordered something to drink as you felt someone tapping your shoulder. Assuming it was one of the WAGS you turned around with a smile that quickly fell when you saw the stranger before you.

One thing you could describe him as was sleazy. He had gelled back hair and his smirk was probably supposed to ooze confidence. For you it just made your hair stand up. And not in a good way.

"Hey. You alone here? I can show you a good time."

He moved closer as you pressed yourself against the bar and were looking around for your boyfriend.

"Actually-"

You didn't have a chance to finish your sentence as you heard the voice of your boyfriend freeing you from this suffocating and uncomfortable situation.

"Hey! That's my fucking girlfriend, you dipshit!"

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Rules ♡ h.s.

Hey my loves! How’re you all? Here’s a little something based off the following request I’ve had for too long. Would you like a part 2? Let me know what you think! Please re-blog and like if you enjoyed <3 {photo and gif not mine}

Anonymous asked: could u do a Dom!harry smut where he’s really rough and strict in bed? Plzz I love ur writing ❤️

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warning: 18+ Smut, Degradation, Unprotected sex, slight mention of BDSM, oral sex fem recieves and gives, use of filthy language etc. {PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DOM-SUB fics}

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Softy, a complete whole soft person Harry was viewed as by the entire world. A guy who loves wearing nail polish and dresses and is nothing but a complete sweetheart. A man, in fact, a man child. In the eyes of million he was a sweet, laid back English lad who wouldn’t dare to hurt a fly.

However, some knew he owned a pair of Gucci handcuffs, the shiny metal made thousands of girls and guys wonder if he actually uses them and the answer is they don’t know. He has never been a man to speak openly about his personal life and just like the rest he let the audience to allow their minds to wander in the oblivion of their thoughts of what he prefers in bed. Or how he is in bed.

All they could do is assume. They assumed he’s rough, maybe soft, or maybe enjoys role play?

No one knows really. Except you.

The only person who has seen his deepest and darkest fantasies. The only person who has ever signed the paper of agreement between you two, you agreeing on being his sub­­, i.e. submissive. Giving him the permission to have his way with you, be it rough, soft or a role play. Whatever it may be, you said yes. The terms and conditions did scare you. The words printed on the piece of paper came off too strong that lied on your lap the night you’re eyes were scanning it, mind finally synching with your wants, deciding it was time you sign the agreement.

*This is a confidential agreement. Submissive is not allow to talk about it to anyone else but the Dom.*

Submissive agrees to obey whatever Dom orders them to do, sexually.

Safe word to be used by submissive is “peach”, if the boundaries are being pushed, the word to be used is “red”.

Honestly, it would scare anybody who reads the further details listed in the contract and what activities Dom would like themselves and the sub to immerge into such as extreme sex toys, being tied up by ropes, fisting and other terms that you didn’t even know the meaning of. But Harry wasn’t doing it just for himself, but for you.

When the day your ex left without a note you found yourself crying in his arms, sobbing and clutching his t-shirt like a broken kid and it hurt him. So he suggested, he was well aware how you wouldn’t be able to go out with anyone after what has happened so why not help you take your mind off him? Nodding to his words, not knowing what was coming you went home and the next morning you saw an envelope on your porch.

And there lied the papers. Submissive-Dom agreement.

“What is this Harry?” You breathed out in fear as your eyes scanned the words and brain figured out what it meant.

“You know it’s not a bad thing, it’ll help you clear your mind”

“Bu-“

“Trust me, plus we don’t have to do what you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know Harry”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do”

“good”

“Do you trust me?” You said biting your lip as you scrunched the bottom of the paper.

“I do”

“Why the agreement then?”

“Its for your own good” and with that the line went dead leaving you in complete confusion. Even though your mind had untangled thoughts and questions clashing together, not thinking twice your fingers grabbed the pen and in a messy rush glided over the rough paper sealing the secret.

And so it began. He invited you over to his place in LA. The house where you’ve been many times but that was when you were friends, you still are but things changed. Quite a lot. His hand held yours as he guided you to the hallway where you never went or even were aware that existed.

Walking a couple more steps you both were standing in front of the huge door. Comparatively bigger than the other he had in his house.

“Stay here” he said as he lets go of your hand and takes a step forward to unlock the door for which he had the key in his necklace. Yes his necklace, a master of disguise.

The second you heard the twisting of the key opening the big door he stepped aside for you to enter the room. Your heart racing with anticipation as you waited for the lights to reveal what he’s had hidden in this room, away from the eyes of the world, away from you.

His fingers flicked the switch and the you saw it. The big red room with a huge bed in the middle, it was surrounded by leashes, leather whips, ropes and the ceiling was nothing but a huge mirror that reflected every move of yours.

Walking down the shiny black floor your hand brushed again the walls that seems so cushiony as you turned your head to look at harry who was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a smirk adorning his face.

“Sound proof.” He said as you nodded and continued looking around. Your fingers touched the cold leather whips and slides across the teak wooden drawer. Turning your head one more time to get his approval which he gladly gave, your hand held the handle to pull out the drawer.

There lied several silk blind folds. So rich and expensive. Moving to the next drawer, lied about 50 hand ties, and hand cuffs. Metal, clothed, you name it he has it. And then the last drawer hitched your breath, vibrators, butt plugs, dildos and every other toy you saw in porn.

“I-I never knew you were into this” you whispered as you let your fingers ghost over the silk ties that lied in a perfect fold in the drawer.

“Now you do” you heard his message getting closer to you until his front was pressed against your back. You feel his crotch right up against your ass as he gently, yet with a slight force pushed your front againt the drawer so that you were slightly bent. His hand making it’s from your stomach dragging up all the way up until it found the base of your neck.

The cold metal of his rings felt hot against your skin as he pushed your head back and leaned in closer to your ear. His breath fanning over the love making you shiver.

“Now what’re the rules?”

“I-I call you sir” you breathed out the words as his Kept his hand on your neck giving it a light squeeze telling you to go on, go on with the rules listed in the contract.

“I cannot touch you or myself. I-I respond with words. I-“

“You what?”

“I address myself as your whore”

“That’s correct. You are my filthy little whore. Aren’t you?” He said. His voice deeper than you’ve ever before. And his hand that once held your neck now moved to your side turning you around in a one swift motion. His lips wasting no time to latch onto yours, kissing hungrily as if he’s been dying to kiss you.

And god he has been. Ever since he held your hand walking down the corridor he’s been thinking about having you his way, just like he wants. Kiss those lips and have a taste of thag body is all that has been on his mind since you signed those papers he sent.

Lost in the kiss, deep in your thoughts you were enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours and the rules fading away from your mind. It’s hard to control and stay in the boundaries he’s created when his tongue is inside your mouth dancing along yours, so you let your fingers get lost in those curls as your bite his lower lip.

But to your surprise his reflexes were quick enough to have your hand removed from his hair and twist it and hold it behind your back in a one swift motion.

“One kiss and you’re already breaking the rules. You’re lucky I’m not going to punish you, this is your first and last time.” He groaned before he grabbed you and threw over his shoulder. His hand hving your ass a tight slap before he throws you over the big bed that was situated in the middle on the big room.

Your eyes flickering open to see your own reflection in the mirror that was on the ceiling. Your lips swollen, shirt collected right below your breat revealing your bare skin of the stomach and chest rising with every deep breath you took.

“Now listen to me, you’re gonna look at yourself in the mirror and tell me every single rule listed in the contract. One wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum. Understood?” Harry said as he unbuttoned your jeans pulling it down your legs and stopping right before taking them out when he didn’t hear you reply.

“I asked you something” he raised his eyebrow as one of he held your ankles towards behind your knees over so he could see the cheeks of your ass before giving you another spank.

“Y-yes sir,”

“Yes sir what?”

“Yes sir, understood”

Mumbling a low ‘good girl’ he took off your pants and then sat on you with legs either side your waist to take your top off, his mouth watered when he saw your nipple coming out of your back bra which probably happened when he threw you on the bed.

“Jesus. So full” he muttered before holding your hand over your head and lower his mouth on your nipple, his other hand pushing the cups down so that he could take the whole bud in his mouth and suckle on it making your arch your back. His mouth felt so warm on your cold bud as his tongue flicked the pebble hard nipple around and his bite it slightly before letting it go with a slight pop.

Grabbing a silk tie from the side drawer he tied it around your wrist that he had held in his hand and unhooked the bra—rolling it along the lilc tee that you wore until it reached your eyes and acted as a blindfold.

“Start the rules. Remember, one wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum”

“Yes sir”

“Start” he ordered. And you opened your mouth to let the words out but your breath sucked in when you felt him throwing your legs on his shoulder and his lips coming in contact with your inner thigh.

“I-I don’t sleep with someone else.”

“Cannot”

“Sorry sir, I cannot sleep with someone else”

His lips licked over your drenched knickers that covered your throbbing clit waiting for be touched his tongue. You clenched your thighs together only to be pushed apart by his hands as his nose rubbed over your clothed centre, sniffing, taking the smell of your aroma.

“I cum only when you say” you bite your lip feeling the cotton materiel of your underwear being pushed aside, sensing the cold air of the room mixed with Harry’s warm breath fanning over your sex making your shiver and you shrieked when his four fingers slapped your cunt making the wet filthy sound which only made you drop more.

“Only when I order, looks like you didn’t read it properly you little slut. Lost a chance to feel my tongue on this little pussy of yours”

“I’m sorry sir, please”

“Please what?”

“Please forgive me and eat me out”

“And what are you?”

“I’m your filthy little slut, your whore. Please eat me out sir please” you whimpered as you pleaded harry dying to feel that muscular tongue on your pussy to finally see how it feels like to have his mouth on you which you’ve always dreamt of. Even though you were in a relationship, there always has been a sexual tension between you two which is the reason why you agreed on doing this at the first place.

“That’s right, you’re a whore. A little dirty whore.” And with that you felt his tongue lick a long stride of your lips pushing them open. That one lick was enough to make you squirm, what a shame you couldn’t see his face tucked between your legs as his chain dangles from his neck and gives your a perfect view of his chest from the black shirt he wore, unbuttoned enough for you to see his butterfly tattoo to the slightest.

“Who told you to stop, say the rules doll”

“I see you at least twice a week when you’re in town”

His mouth was now on your clit, sucking it like a leech. His lips left the bundle of nerve with a pop as his hand came in to rub it harshly, before his index finger collected your juices that dripped down your hole and you heard him licked it clean and without any word you feel your opening being stretched to the fullest when he inserted two fingers.

His mouth finding its way back to your clit, licking and sucking your pussy without any mercy. Your hips bucked up in his mouth which he roughly pinned down.

“If I see you doing that once more I swear to god you’ll forget how to walk you slut” he said through gritted teeth as if you interrupted his meal. He shook his head keeping his lips on your clit to give those toe curling vibrations with his fingers twisting inside you.

He felt your soft walls clenching as he let go of your swollen clit to take his fingers out and slide his tongue inside you feeling the warmth against his tongue.

He spread your legs open as he pushed his tongue in and out, tongue-fucking you savouring every drop you released.

“I only wear red and black lingerie when I see you”

His fingers came back in position as his mouth placed itself back on your clit not leaving the swollen bug alone. Your back now covered in sweat and your nipple perched up, mouth dry and pussy waiting to release.

“Wrong. You only wear red around me.”

And with that he flipped you over so that you were lying on your stomach and your ass was up in the air. Withing another second you felt a tight spank against your ass cheek making you hiss in pain.

“That’s what you get for being a dumb whore”

“Sorry sir”

Followed by another spank he pushed you back to him so that he could press his bulge to your arse.

“Grind. Grind like the little road slut you are” he gripped your ass so firmly that you could feel his metal rings digging in your skin as he held them strong in front of his crotch.

As you tried to held yourself up on your elbow he pressed your head down on the bed so that your cheek was squished against the soft cushion.

“Grind i said”

Obliging to his command your moved your ass up his all rock hard cock that you felt tight against your butt cheeks making you moan. Moving your ass in rounds and different directions you felt him buck further into your hips wanting for a release as his hands came in to grip your hair that fell down your shoulder.

Wrapping the long locks around his hand in a fist his he pushed your head back to that your tee which was covering your eyes now came down hanging around your neck which was strained because of his grip on your hair.

“I’m gonna fuck the shut outta you, gonna destroy that little cunt of yours and make you scream until you the only name you remember is mine and forget that asshole who made you cry” and that’s how your first night ended as a submissive after being raw dogged to the fullest with the rough hand prints laying on your ass cheeks.

 But that was just the beginning, so when one day you found yourself on your knees in the bathroom of a posh restaurant that Harry insisted to take you to you weren’t surprised.

You mouth dripping saliva as he held your face in one hand keeping it upwards so he will have a full view of your mouth which was sucking on his thick sick. Lips wrapped around his shaft you gagged when he bucked his hips further in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making it impossible for you to take him any deeper.

“Jesus fucking christ you little cunt” he moaned grabbing your mouth so he could move your head to his liking. Following his movements, you bobbed your head hold the base of his cock, twisting your hand around his with the faint wrist while you suckled with hollow cheeks.

It all started when he saw you arrive at the restaurant. Wearing a tight black dress that hugged your curves and gave all men a delicious view of your plunging breasts making the jaws drop.

“Meet me in the bathroom, right now”

“But wh-“

“Do as told”

And when you did you felt him grab you by your hair and push you against the counter so that your stomach was against the cold marble top while your ass was facing him which he wasted no second uncovering, lifting the almost sheer clothing and pushing it over your waist to reveal your unclothed bottom.

“fucking whore”

Your body flinched with pleasure disguised In pain as he raised his hand and slapped it across your cheeks looking at you straight through the mirror. His hand gripping your hair.

“Look at me” he ordered and you flickered your eyes open to see his dilated pupil and heavy breathing chest. His ring cladded slender fingers didn’t stop spanking shaking your whole body up until he pulled you back and pushed you down on your knees and stepped in front of you with his dick out and slapped it across your face.

“Open” he said holding his hard dick from the base and you did as told. Soon you felt it heavy on the tongue as he patted it on your tongue before pulling away, grabbing your cheeks and pulling your face upwards to him. His fingers wasted no time squishing your cheeks so that your mouth was open slightly giving him the perfect angel so spit in your mouth making you gasp.

“Swallow” and once again you do as told before grabbing his dick and kitten licking his tip, teasing him. But he wasn’t having it so grabbing the back of your head he pushed your head forward until his shaft was hitting the back of you had making your gag, your eyes picking up instant tears and he would’ve stopped right away if they were tears of pain, but they weren’t.

“this is what you get for breaking the rule of not wearing revealing clothes until I ask you to. Get treated like a slut, a fucking filthy whore in the public sucking my dick” he groaned as you played with his ball bobbing your hand.

His grip on your hair tightened before you felt his hot cum gushing down your throat which your swallowed without his order and let go of his cock with a ‘pop’.

Pulling your face up to him he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip collecting the escaping cum and pushing it in your mouth which you happily took sucking on his thumb.

“Be a good girl, and follow the rules”

[storiesofsvu]

Classified Affairs Ch 10

Heather Dunbar x fem!reader Warnings: language, mentions of smut, anxiety/panic attacks.

It had been a couple of weeks since Heather’s punishment had nearly destroyed you. She’d seen you briefly through that time, a couple of dinners, a shopping trip, and an evening at your condo where she fucked you so well you nearly forgot your own name, one where she let you come, over and over again until you were fully shivering and happily pleased.

She’d chosen to work from home today, knowing that she had the house to herself, her husband away at a medical conference for the next four days, coincidentally, your ‘weekend’. She’d been planning on a rather large, sex filled weekend with you, ordering a couple of new toys and sending a couple of new outfits over to the condo. To be completely honest, she was relieved, maybe even a bit delighted, knowing she didn’t have to worry about time restraints or coming up with stupid, false excuses as to why she wasn’t home. She had gotten up from her desk, figuring a midday glass of wine wouldn’t hurt alongside a snack, her phone laying on the kitchen island as she got things prepared.

The glass was just to her lips as her phone set off a series of vibrations that she recognized as your Apple Watch’s ‘congratulatory’ pattern. She picked it up, noting that it was mentioning you hitting your 150 mins of heart health thanks to exercise, your heart rate still clocking in at 150 bpm. She raised a brow, knowing that your workouts usually took place in the morning, before you really had a chance to wake up and realizing what you were doing. She flicked her phone open to double check your schedule, reassuring herself that you were indeed not at work, knowing that your heart rate usually spiked when you were running your ass of serving tables. She huffed noting that you certainly weren’t there, and that you were supposed to tell her whenever you picked up a shift.

Taking a large sip of wine she thought back to when you’d drunkenly called her, barely able to mention a coworker having a crush on you before she’d cut you off. Her lips formed a frown, wondering if you were getting up to something. You’d been so goddamn good since your last punishment that she was certain you weren’t about to act up again, so she collected her snack, wine and phone and made her way back to the home office, keeping your stats up on the app as she continue to work through her files.

Heather lost track of time, finally glancing up nearly an hour later, she let out a sigh, rubbing at her temples before picking up her phone. She instantly frowned at your stats, pausing to refresh the app, then closing it completely before reopening it and making sure it was synched properly. Your heart rate was still sitting in the 140’s, even if you had been at the gym, there was no reason for it to still be there.

‘You better be rearranging your apartment, or at a two hour workout class kitten. Because if you’re not alone right now…’ She warned.

‘I am literally lying on the kitchen floor trying to breathe.’

Your next text came through less than a moment later.

‘As much as I would hate to give you photographic evidence, I will if you don’t believe me.’

‘Honey, what are you on about?’

‘My anxiety’s spiked. I thought I’d be fine. I tried to work it off earlier, but that just made it worse. I’ve tried all the home remedies but none of them want to work’

‘What’s going on?’ the worry and concern shot through Heather, ‘should I call? Do you need to talk?’

‘I can barely hold a text conversation M’am, I’m so sorry.’

‘Honey, you have nothing to be sorry for. Does this happen often?’

‘No. Usually I have my meds. I had an appointment to get them filled yesterday but my Dr never went into the office. Now he’s backed up and I can’t get in for another two weeks, and walk ins can’t hand out Ativan. My only choice is to sit in the E.R for twelve hours or power through.’

‘Your heart is racing sweetheart.’ Her first message came through, ‘and you say you can’t breathe?!’

‘Heather…please… I know you’re trying to help but you’re making it worse. You’re making me think about it and that’s making my chest get tighter. I need to try and not think, to make sure I can breathe if I’m going to get through this.’

‘I’m sorry.’

**

You were half surprised when Heather actually sent an apologetic text to you, it was something you’d never, ever expected, though, in this particular situation, the dynamic of your normal interactions was changed a little bit. You continued to lie on the cool linoleum of the kitchen floor, adjusting every so often to make sure your skin was touching the cold parts of the floor. Pulling ice cubes from the slowly melting tray to hold against your pulse points as you closed your eyes and tried to breathe, watching the relax settling on your watch. Usually it didn’t get this bad, usually you were able to conquer it, and if you felt super jittery at work, you’d pop an Ativan and be fine.

Something just didn’t feel right, you barely realized what was happening until you felt like you were about to pass out. Normally it was just the fluttering in your chest, the extra shaking energy that you were able to burn off by doing something physical, but whatever was in you today was mental, and you slowly started to feel the tears burn in your eyelids as you tried to gain your composure. Your throat was so tight you started to wonder if you’d developed an unknown allergy in the last twenty four hours.

You let out a strangled gasp, your body jumping at the sound of the condo door opening. Your brain, being complete paranoid, caused your heart to leap into your throat, panic soared through your body with the sudden intrusion that someone had broken into your apartment, you let out a small cry, accepting the fact that you were probably about to die, your heart thundering in your ears as you shot up to sitting, your vision tunnelled, leaving you even more panicked.

The nausea coursed through you, and thankfully the figure in front of you wasn’t actually there to murder you, pulling the garbage can from under the sink just in the nick of time as you lost your only meal of the day into it.

You felt a tender hand making sure your hair was out of the way of your face, tucking the loose pieces into your ponytail and softly rubbing at your back before you dropped back against the island behind you. A bottle of water came into your view that you took the cap off, taking a small sip.

“You really didn’t have to come.” You croaked up, now realizing that Heather was your house guest.

“Oh I really think I did.” She replied, a brief dig through her bag and a bottle of pills came into your view, “take at least one, I don’t want you to feel that bad ever again.”

You took the bottle from her, it was labelled as Ativan, and was completely full to the brim, way more pills than your doctor would ever give you at one time. You raised what you could of a brow at her before you popped the lid open, dumping one under your tongue, letting it dissolve.

“How…did you…?”

“Sweetheart.” She smirked, “there’s got to be at least a couple of good perks for being a politician.”

“Thank you.” You started to feel the anxiety well up again, tears breaking into your eyes, “you really didn’t have to.”

“On the contrary,” she hummed, helping you up off the floor and guiding you to the couch, “you’re supposed to be taking care of yourself kitten…you’ve let that slide. No thanks to that fucking doctor of yours.” She huffed in annoyance, making sure you were settled on the couch instead of the hard floor.

“I’m sorry.” You ducked your gaze, your cheeks heating as a tear rolled down your face.

“None of that now.” She flicked at your chin with her finger gently, bringing her gaze up to yours. “Let that Ativan settle in, help yourself to a second one. I’ll set you up with a better doctor next week if that’s alright?”

“It is.” You took a heavy breath, sinking into the couch, trying to focus on your breathing as the meds kicked in.

“Did you eat kitten?” Heather asked and you winced.

“Uh…breakfast….and….then a beer….i thought it would help…clearly I’m an idiot.”

“You are not.” She cast you a glance as she moved around the island, pulling open the fridge door, “this is all leftover take out?”

“I’m sorry.” You nearly whimpered, your heart still beating out of your chest, worried that she would punish you, tears blurring your eyes “I got the groceries yesterday and meant to meal prep but I’m so fucking tired after serving snooty politicians all day the last thing I want to do is work more…” your breath caught in your throat and your heart skyrocketed, “no offence..M’am.”

“Oh kitten….” Heather’s face softened as she turned back to you, “you need to breathe, to relax.” She shut the fridge, “are you feeling better yet?”

“Barely.”

“Okay.” She turned back to the fridge, pulling out the bottle of rose and grabbing an empty glass, “I know you’re not supposed to mix alcohol with it, but I think you deserve it, and it might help knock you out for a bit. I feel like you’re burnt out, two jobs plus I know you’ve been training new kids like crazy this month. You still have the next three days off, right?”

“Yes M’am.” You managed though a shaky breath, taking the glass of wine from her, managing a small sip as your throat finally started to not feel so swollen anymore.

“Kitten try and finish that, I’m going to run you a bath, see if that helps.”

Before you could even protest, you were left alone, your body still vibrating against the couch as you heard the water start to run. It was a few moments later that Heather came out with a soft smile on her face, cupping your cheek as she laid a kiss on your head.

“Go get in the bath. I’ll take care of everything else. If the heat is too much and making it worse just go lie down in bed, alright?” You gave her a shaky nod, forcing yourself up from the couch, your body still tense and jittery, she handed the bottle of Ativan off to you and gently nudged you toward the bathroom.

Slipping under the water you let out a gentle sigh, while the heat wasn’t exactly ideal it seemed to be at least relaxing your muscles that had been locked up the entire morning. You let your head rest against the tub, closing your eyes as you focussed on breathing, you could hear muffled noises from the bedroom, not totally sure what Heather was doing. You weren’t quite sure how long you managed under the water, as much as you knew it was relaxing your body, it was doing nothing for calming your heart rate. You managed to lug yourself out of the bath, draining it as you swiped the bottle of Ativan, popping a second one under your tongue and sipping back some of the wine Heather had left you.

When you pulled yourself together enough to get into the bedroom, it was clear what she’d done, fresh sheets on the bed, fluffy duvet waiting for you alongside plush pillows. You let out a quiet groan, dropping against it as the second pill mixed with the wine started to knock you out, not to mention the complete and utter exhaustion from fighting back the intense anxiety for the past twelve hours.

*

You weren’t sure how much later it was when you finally woke up, but you knew it had to have been late afternoon, the sun having already started to slowly sink in the sky. You could hear the light rumble of the dryer in the distance, when you rolled over, you noticed your phone plugged in on the nightstand, double checking the time. You’d been out for hours. You also had a slew of missed notifications, a couple from your work app, confirming shifts over the next week, a few Facebook ones you didn’t care about, and a couple of texts from Becca, inviting you out to the movies that night. You grumbled quietly, shooting her off a reply that you were busy, you weren’t but after the day you’d had, the idea of having to go out in public and deal with your coworkers was not ideal.

You shoved out of bed, pausing to change into a cozy pair of pyjama shorts, and a hoodie. Your body heat was finally lowered enough, you could still feel a slight amount of jitters rocking through your body, but you felt a world of better. Even just knowing that you had Ativan made you feel so much more relaxed, that you wouldn’t have to try and fight it on your own.

When you pulled open the bedroom door, you brow furrowed at the sight of Heather at your kitchen island, a row of Tupperware containers in front of her as she scooped something out of a pan into them. She was more casually dressed than normal, a pair of expensive leggings and a three quarter sleeved white very cozy looking sweater type blouse on. Though, you honestly couldn’t remember what she’d been wearing earlier, if it wasn’t for the bottle of pills, you probably would’ve forgotten she’d even been there at all. She glanced up at the sound of the door opening, her face moving into a small smile,

“You feeling better kitten?” You nodded, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“You’re….still here?”

She chuckled softly, scooping what was left in the pan to the last container before she turned to rinse it in the sink before placing it in the open dishwasher.

“You had no food.” She shrugged, “I put in an order, figured I’d use my time wisely to make sure you had some meals ready to go for the rest of the week. This way all you have to do is plop them in the microwave.”

“Thank you…” you ducked your gaze from her again, playing with the sleeves of your hoodie as you leant on the island, facing her.

“Hey…” her arm reached across the island, lifting your chin up, “I said none of that, remember?” You nodded, “I told you, I want you healthy and taken care of. And I understand that that can be a pretty fucking hard thing to do for yourself when you’re working as much as someone like you are. You do remember that your weekly allowance is supposed to help alleviate stress, right? I wanted you to not have to work so much.”

“You do remember when this whole thing started I had three jobs right?”

“Do I need to up your allowance?” She asked, raising a brow as she picked up another pan, adding veggies into the containers.

“M’am, no..”

“I will if these assholes refuse to give you a raise.”

“I already got one.” You reminded her, “I’m just extra exhausted from training so many people. It’s hard enough trying to do your job, but to have to stop and verbally explain every single step of what you’re doing and why makes everything take five times longer, and then the customers are way more antsy over how long things are taking. And even if I’m not training, people seek me out for question which throws off my flow and it just…fucking sucks.” You dropped into a stool at the island. Heather raised a brow at you before she poured out a glass of wine, sliding it across to you.

“If you didn’t take another pill when you woke up, I think it’s time for a bit more wine.” She smiled, “dinner’s on its way.” The dryer beeped, pulling her attention, “give me a moment.”

“Heather, just leave it, I’ll deal with it in the morning.”

“You absolutely will not.” She assured, moving around the island, pausing briefly to kiss your temple, “if you feel so inclined, throw the lids on these, toss them in the fridge.” She gestured to the containers before disappearing into the laundry room.

You shifted off the stool, still feeling the exhaustion in your body as you moved around it, as you started to clip lids onto containers you glanced up to the rest of the apartment.

Your brow furrowed at the sight, you knew Heather had mentioned more than once that her ‘taking care of you’ extended beyond the bedroom, but she usually paid someone to do whatever was needed. Today, there was something different, her showing up when you were at your worst, encouraging you in the right direction, and reminding you that you were worthy and she wasn’t upset over something that you couldn’t control? The bath, the fresh sheets? On top of that she’d cooked enough food to last you the week, done your laundry, and your living room was completely tidied and clean, all the dirty dishes waiting in the dishwasher. Along with how gentle she was being with you, making sure you were taken care of, there was something nearly maternal about it. You started to feel yourself nearly melt at the feeling, that she actually did care about you, as you stacked the prepped meals up and slipped them into the fridge.

You dropped the rest of the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, not even noticing the fact that she had managed to put your laundry away while you did so.

“Thought I told you to relax?” There was a slight teasing to her voice as her hand trailed up your side.

“I’m just trying to help.” You admitted, “you really don’t have to do all of this.”

“We all need help sometimes, even if you don’t know how to ask for it.” Her eyes gleamed for a moment before she pressed a kiss to your forehead, “and you need a fucking break.” She nudged you back to your stool and you settled in, your eyes glancing to the clock, noticing it was basically dinner time.

“Shouldn’t you be home by now?” You asked and Heather chuckled,

“Normally? Yes.” She shot you a grin, “Rob’s away for the next bit at a conference.” She let out a soft sigh, pouring herself out a glass of wine as she leant against the island. “My original plan for your weekend was to fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name, not let you out of my sight for three days….but…all things considered…” she took a large sip, “you need some relaxing.”

“Oh…” your breath caught into your throat, “M’am, I mean…I could still..”

“No.” Her voice hardened, “at least not tonight. Tonight you’re going to eat dinner, drink some wine and we can watch a couple of movies. I want you calm, safe and asleep at a reasonable hour, and I’m making you breakfast tomorrow.”

“Are….are you…staying?” You asked hesitantly, glancing up at her surprised with the soft smile on her face.

“Unless you don’t want me to.” She sucked back more wine, “kitten I do think you deserve some undivided attention, and this seemed like the most opportune moment. You’re off and I don’t have to be home until Thursday.”

“What about work?”

“They can try to call if they really want to.” She shrugged, “I may need to steal your desk for a few emails or virtual meetings, but aside from that I’m all yours.” Her phone suddenly buzzed, distracting her for a moment, “that’s the pizza, go get settled on the couch and pick a movie or show.”

“Pizza?” You raised a brow, even knowing Heather was a regular human, you didn’t expect her to be one to order pizza when she was trying to baby you.

“Yes, pizza.” She chuckled, “we all have our guilty pleasures, don’t we?”

“And here I thought yours was younger women.” You teased, your confidence back and she barked back a laugh, rolling her eyes at you.

“You’re ridiculous kitten. Now….go get settled.” She gestured to the couch again and you huffed, grabbing the wine bottle and glasses before you dropped into the couch, nestling under the blankets as you skimmed through the available entertainment.

Heather paused to collect a couple of plates and the roll of paper towels before she joined you on the couch. You suggested a couple of different movies, though she let you take control, wanting to make sure you had the best night you could after your hellish day. You were honestly surprised, once again, when her free arm laid around the back of the couch, and she didn’t even wince as you nestled into her shoulder. You let out a heavy yawn near the end of the second movie and she chuckled, pressing a kiss to your head.

While the credits rolled, she took the time to clean up, tossing the leftovers into the fridge, and the plates into the dishwasher before starting it. She couldn’t help but smile softy at the way your eyes were drooping as you tried to pay attention to the finale of the movie.

“Kitten…” the demanding in her voice pulled your attention from the t.v and you let out another yawn, “it’s bedtime.” She nodded toward the bedroom.

“I know.” You yawned, standing and tossing the blanket onto the couch behind you as you flicked off the t.v, “you can go. I promise I’m just going to brush my teeth and go to sleep.”

“I’m not going anywhere….remember?” She smirked and your heart nearly jumped into your throat as she smirked.

“Oh..” you breathed, “I…I didn’t think you meant it.”

“I did.” She smiled, flicking the light off, “now…bed…”

You followed her lead, swiftly brushing your teeth and shucking the hoodie as you slipped under the covers. She only took a moment in the ensuite after you, returning in her own silky pyjama set that you weren’t totally sure where it came from (though you had been passed out for more than half the day). She slid under the covers, an arm wrapping around you,

“Remember that this doesn’t happen often kitten.”

“I know Mommy.” You yawned again, nestling into her chest, your arms wrapping around her middle, “I can at least take advantage in the meantime?” You smiled softly and she chuckled.

“That’s my good girl.” She stoked at your hair softly, “now…get some sleep.

”Are you going to be here when I wake up?” You asked, your voice slurred with sleep.

“Did I not tell you I’ll be here for the next three days?” She asked with a laugh.

Though this time you didn’t respond, your chest rising slowly as you fell asleep against her. Heather smirked, turning off the bedside light as she sunk deeper into the bed, letting herself cuddle you for once. It wasn’t something she ever did, wasn’t something she had been planning on doing this weekend, but she knew you needed it. A bad day was one thing, but a bad day that nearly sent you to the hospital was way fucking worse. She was glad she was able to help you as much as she could. And honestly, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with your warmth against her.

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Anon: Hi💕 I absolutely love your works but I never did a request so here I am with my first one🙈 can I ask for a fem reader x Bartolomeo smut scenario? I was thinking about it taking place in Dressrosa, his S/O being part of his crew and participating with him at the coliseum in attempt of winning the Mera Mera no Mi... just doing it in a hidden spot of the coliseum to take off some tension before the fights begin👀 and I would love Bart to use the barrier at some point to have one more surface and have a part of the act on it... I feel so sinful but I would love so much to read something like that🙈😍

Thank you in advance, have a great day :3💕

Thank you for requesting this! It was fun writing and I hope you like it!

Warning: NSFW, 18+, a little bit of blood

Pairing: Bartolomeo x fem! reader

Word Count: 2k

You kissed along his neck, your soft lips sucking on the warm skin slightly, leaving some minor hickeys. Bartolomeo sucked in some air as you nibbled on a particular sensitive spot, making blood rush to his nether regions. He has never been happier about your skimpy outfit; barely hiding your most private parts. He loved the way you dressed in general but he wanted to show you off to the crowd outside so you deciding to wear practically nothing was the best way to do so. Plus, he didn’t need to take a lot of time to undress you.

His hands moved the revealing piece of fabric from your breast away, giving sight to two perky little nubs, almost begging for attentions. “That’s a sight only a captain should ever be able to see-dabe!” he laughed. You looked up at him with a seductive smirk, letting up on the skin of his neck. “Captain’s been a little negligent with his attention to his two most precious friends. You’ve been under stress lately; coming to Dressrosa, your goal to get the Mera Mera No Mi, you wish to meet Luffy-senpai – why don’t you relieve some of the stress on them?” You had grabbed your boobs, holding each in one hand and massaging them a little bit.

His hands replaced yours in no time and he started kneading the soft flesh, brushing your nipples in the process before circling his thumbs over them in synch. A small moan was your answer and you leaned into his touch. His skilled hands sent small electric impulses through your body right to your core, soaking the panties you were wearing in the process. You had your eyes closed and your mouth slightly agape, enjoying his teasing.

You wanted to touch yourself down there but you knew, whenever the two of you got intimate, Bartolomeo just loved to be the first one to touch your pussy, feeling just how wet you were. He once told you that he would really love to know whenever you’re horny so he could touch you and see for himself before you got down to business yourself.

Instead, you grabbed the waistband of his pants and slowly let your hand wander over the thick fabric, over the obvious bulge underneath it and massaging his dick through the material. His cheeks turned slightly red at your touch and he took it as an invitation to lean down and suck on your nipple, scratching the sensitive flesh with his sharp teeth. He sucked on the nub and bit down around it after wards, making your body jolt in pleasure and pain. He repeated the process – sucking, biting, sucking, biting – over and over again before switching sides and doing the same thing with your other breast. His hips were thrusting against your hand in the meantime, searching for more friction.

“C-Captain?” you panted, looking down at his green hair. He looked up at you, his lips glistering from his saliva and your blood. “Shit…” you hissed at the sight of your abused skin – small wounds surrounded your nipples and they were swollen from his ministration.

“What is it-dabe?” he asked, not breaking his eyes contact when he worked your mound with his mouth again, sucking on it hardly.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and throwing your head back. You rubbed your thighs together for some friction and wanted nothing more than for him to touch you.

“I-I’m so wet….can you touch me?” you panted. Bartolomeo grinned when he let go of your nipple and getting into a straight position again. His eyes traveled down your body, your bruised skin, your heaving chest, your stomach and the last piece of fabric separating his eyes from your completely exposed body.

He dipped his hand down and followed the lines of your panties, tickling you in the process, making you even hornier. He crossed his fingers of the other hand. “Barrier!” he said and one appeared right behind you in a horizontal position. “If you want me to touch you, you need to lay down and show me just how needy you are-dabe:” a childish glint was in his eyes when you followed his orders and laid your back onto the see-through barrier, positioning your feet on it as well, spreading your legs to give him the perfect view of your clothed sex.

He came closer, a shit-eating grin on his face as he put his hands on your knees, pushing them further apart. His left hand traced some invisible lines on your skin, your thigh quivering a little from this feeling. When he stopped close to your core he took a closer look, leaning down so close that he could smell your heat.

“If the other contestants see that you’re horny during a life and death situation like this they might consider sparing you just to fuck your pretty, little, wet pussy-dabe.” He purred, admiring the big stain on the dark material. You whimpered at his words and moved your hips a little towards his breath, wanting him to touch you already.

“Should your captain give in to your needs?” he looked at you through your spread legs, licking his lips in anticipation. “Yes, please.”

You felt his finger poking your entrance through the panties, pushing the fabric inside of you a little. “Ah!” You moved against his finger in a desperate attempt for more.

“Hah! You’re so wet! Can’t believe how needy you are in a situation like this-dabe!” Bartolomeo moved his finger in and out of you, wetting your panties more and more until it was soaking wet, also coating your finger with your hot juice. “What a lewd girl you are-dabe.” He praised removing his finger from your core and pulling your panties over your legs until he was holding them in his hand, dangling from his index finger.

You followed his hand with your eyes, watching him toss your soaking panties at you. You caught them, felling the wet material under the touch of your fingers. “So, wet, right-dabe?” he chuckled, his crossed fingers tracing your wet lips. “Captain! Don’t say such dirty things to me…!” you whined, the panties fell to the ground and you propped your upper body up with your arms, giving you a better view of the man in front of you.

“Stop acting coy. I can see how much this all turns you on. It’s as if your pussy was holding a sign that reads ‘Please, come in. I’m open!’-dabe.” His fingers pushed passed your lips, feeling your hot walls envelope him. His dick twitched inside his pants and he needed to pay it some attention soon!

You fell back on your back, spreading your legs a little further and savoring his fingers inside of you. His thick digits, still crossed, massaged your walls from the inside and due to the curvature of his crossed fingers they brushed against your sweet spots from time to time. Bartolomeo had found out about this a couple of weeks ago when he took you on top of his barrier the first time. By the end you were too exhausted from cumming around his fingers that he had to wank himself off. Since then, he always made sure not to make you cum with his fingers but tease you as much as possible.

He watched his fingers disappear inside your sex over and over again and listened to your moans as he hit the right spot inside of you. Your juice that was slowly flowing out was making a mess underneath you on his barrier. Bartolomeo crouched down and licked the juice up with his tongue before he flicked his tongue over your hot flesh.

“Bartolomeo! Do this again!” you moaned. “Hahahaha! You like my tongue, don’t you-dabe?” His quick muscle seeped at your flesh, drinking you with every thrust of his fingers. “C-captain…!” you moved your hips against his touch, fucking yourself on his fingers and his tongue. You felt a familiar knot inside your body and you had learned to tell him if this happened.

“I’m close!” you pressed out, your whole body writhing on his barrier. Bartolomeo pulled away with a grin and got back up, looking down at you with hungry eyes, his teeth sparkling in the dim light of the colosseum. His hands opened his pants and pulled them down until they were pooling around his ankles. His proud dick was hanging heavy, pre-cum leaking out of his tip. “Are you gonna fuck me with that, captain?” you asked, innocently, biting yout lips and not being able to avert your eyes from the prize. You saw it twitch at your words, seeming excited about what was about to happen.

“You can be damn sure about this-dabe!” Bartolomeo gave himself some lazy strokes, closing his eyes and concentrating on the hot feeling inside his stomach for a moment. You watched him with hunger in your eyes and let your finger circle your bruised nipples, spreading your legs as well. The captain opened his eyes again, his grin coming back on his face.

“Turn around. I wanna take you like an animal-dabe.” His voice was low, making you shiver in anticipation. When you heard this voice you knew he meant business and wanted to fuck you senseless. So, you obliged and turned around on your stomach, leaving your legs hanging from the barrier, your ass on display for him. You felt his hands on your ass, appreciating the firmness of your flesh before moving down and lifting your legs up, your feet leaving the floor.

Your lower body was up in the air, your legs around his waist and your arms flat underneath your body, supporting your upper body like this. You felt his thick mushroom head against your entrance, teasing you for a little before pushing passed your lips, sliding inside of you. He groaned in pleasure, clawing at your thighs from the feeling. You gasped and let your head fall against the surface of the barrier, your eyes closed and concentrating on the intense feeling inside of you.

He pushed further, with each inch he filled you out the small moan inside your throat became louder and louder until he was buried deep inside of you. “Damnit! So tight-dabe!” he hissed, giving you some time to adjust to his dick. But you didn’t want to wait for more. You wiggled your hips a little and clenched around him. “So eager-dabe.” He withdrew his dick almost completely and snapped them back forward the next moment. A loud, animalistic moan echoed through the empty halls. He found a fast but steady rhythm, moving your body forth and back on his barrier. “Do you want the whole arena to hear you? If so, then keep up the moans-dabe!”and you gladly took on his offer. Shameless moans filled your surroundings and you couldn’t care less if anyone found you like this.

Bartolomeo was fucking you into oblivion, his moans joining yours in no time. He had some difficulties not un-crossing his fingers but he over the time he had managed to hold them together.

“Damnit, Y/n! I’m gonna cum soon-dabe!” he moaned, looking down at you, waiting for you to tell him if you were close as well. He loved cumming together with you.

“M-me too!” you panted, moving against his thrusts, his dick consuming your mind completely.

With one last sharp thrust he pushed you over the edge, your scream filling the empty corridor and you clenched hard around his dick. Bartolomeo took another two thrusts before he came inside of you, moaning loudly and filling you with his seed.

Panting, you stayed like this for a moment, your heavy breathing the only thing that could be heard. He pulled out carefully, let your legs back down and fell onto your back, his hot breath right next to your ear.

“Did I manage to take off some of your stress, captain?” You asked with a weak smile, looking at him out of the corners of your eyes. He laughed breathy, his lips finding the spot behind your ear that you loved and pressed a kiss against. It. “You bet! And now, let’s get this Mera Mera No Mi and make Luffy-senpai proud!"

[outerbankswriting]

Ask Her (JJ x Reader)

Description: The reader thinks JJ likes Kie, so she decides to substitute her usual time with JJ with Pope instead.

Request: Hey I love your writings! could you maybe write something where the reader thinks JJ likes Kie and because of that she starts haning out with pope more and JJ gets jealous ?

ASK HER

You constantly had to remind yourself to find ways to get rid of your stupid crush on JJ. It’s been too long and he’s made it clear in many ways how he only has eyes for Kiara.

You have nothing against Kie, she’s one of your closest friends and you get it. You get why JJ is so in love with her. She’s smart, she’s kind, she’s caring, she’s pretty and she always knows exactly what to say.

You’d decided the only way to slowly get rid of your feelings for JJ was to stop hanging out so much with him. You had to become distant. Even if it hurt you deeply.

The more you spent your time with JJ, the more your feelings grew for him. You were captivated by the way his mind worked, how he could always manage to make everyone smile during the middle of a crisis, how he always found a way to get out of trouble, how the well-being and safety of his friends came before his own. You were infatuated by him, but it hurt you. So you knew the only way to let go of him was to drift away.

You started out with subtle moves, like not sitting next to him whenever all of you hung out and leaving a tad bit earlier so he wouldn’t be able to walk you home. As time went by you began to ignore his invitations to smoke weed with him at midnight, to sneak out of your house to go drink beer by the beach and you slowly stopped asking about his days.

It hurt you to do it. Especially because of the fact that all of your little rituals with JJ were what you’d always looked forward to and now they were gone.

JJ was kind of pissed at you, not really believing your lame excuses of you having to “do some housework” or “being really tired”, he knew you better than that. But not well enough to know about your crush on him.

You replaced your little hangouts with JJ by spending most of your time with Pope instead.  You and Pope had always been good friends and you enjoyed his company, he constantly made you feel better by keeping your mind busy with his endless stories and future plans for college.

One afternoon you were all hanging at John B’s place drinking some beer and listening to music. Kiara was talking about some documentary about the ocean life she watched last night and how she wants to implement some of the things she saw to The Cut, and you watched as JJ carefully paid attention to every word she said.

You thought you’d gotten better at letting go of your feelings for him but watching him be captivated by your friend, hurt you deep inside.

“Hey Y/N,” Pope’s voice interrupted your thoughts, “remember that apple pie my mom made that you loved so much?”

“The one I accidentally finished in less than an hour?” You smiled.

“Accidentally, right,” he laughed at you, “well, I told her to make you one and she did, so if you want we can go pick it up after we’re done here.”

“Are you serious Pope?!” You covered your mouth with your hands and threw yourself at your friend to hug him.

Pope laughed at your actions and hugged you back tighter. It was a friendly hug, but JJ’s eyes were fixed on your arms around Pope’s shoulders.

After a couple hours of more drinking and talking, you decided it was time to head home but not before walking to Pope’s house to pick up your favourite apple pie. You went over to John B’s kitchen to throw away the cans of beer and pick up your purse and didn’t notice JJ follow you behind.

“Hey.” His voice scared the living daylights out of you.

“God JJ!” You pressed your hands against your chest, “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Didn’t mean to.” He smirked as he gulped down his beer.

“You can throw your beer inside the blue trash bag, I already picked up all the mess.” You threw him a quick smile and were about to walk out of the kitchen until his words made you stop.

“Do you want to smoke tonight? My cousin just gave me some weed yesterday.” He smiled at you.

“I can’t, sorry.” You gave him a fake pity smile and he just raised an eyebrow at you.

“Why?”

“Well right now I’m heading to Pope’s place to pick up m-“

“Pope, Pope, Pope,” he let out a sarcastic laugh, “the two of you are inseparable now huh?”

“What?” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Is that why you stopped hanging out with me? Because of Pope?”

“I think you had too much to drink JJ.” You smiled at him as you walked past him but he was quick enough to grab your arm and stop you from leaving.

“What’s your problem?” He asked, his eyes staring deeply at yours.

“Excuse me?” You pulled his arm away from his grip.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He examined your face, “You think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been avoiding my calls for a month? How you throw me lame excuses to not hang out with me? How I only see you if Pope’s also around?”

“I’m not avoiding you JJ.”

“Oh cut the crap Y/N! We both know you are!”

“Why do you care if we stop hanging? It’s not like I’m Kiara for you to make a scene out of this!” You accidentally let your jealousy come out.

“Kiara? What does Kie have to do with anything about us?” He looked genuinely confused but you ignored it.

“Your crush on her is what made me get distant from you, alright?!” You were raising your voice, “You are always staring at her and I’m not blind JJ! I’ve seen the two of you hang out alone many times before and leaving me out of your plans!”

“My crush on her?” Now it was his turn to laugh.

“Oh cut the crap JJ!” You mocked him.

“I don’t have a crush on Kie,” he furrowed his brow, “and why would you care if I did?”

His lips slowly curved into a smile, making your cheeks heat up.

“You’re not jealous, are you?” He smirked and you rolled your eyes at him.

“You’re such an idiot.” You tried to walk past him again but he grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him.

“Ask her.” He whispered.

“Ask her what, exactly?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Ask her why I’ve been spending most of my time with her,” he grinned, “or better, ask her if I have a crush on her.”

“I’m not doing that, you’re out of your mind.” You tried to let go of his grip but he pulled you closer.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself then.” He let go of you and you immediately pulled on his shirt to stop him from walking away.

“Stop JJ, you’re not doing that!”

“Don’t you want to know the truth?” He asked, staring deep into your eyes.

“What truth?” You ran a hand through your hair, clearly starting to get annoyed by his little mind tricks, “Look JJ, I don’t have the time for this.”

“Then I’ll tell you.” He moved his hand from your shoulder to your hand.

“Go ahead then.”

“Never mind, I think it’s better if I show you instead.” He said softly and you raised an eyebrow at him.

He didn’t think twice before pulling you closer and pressing his lips against yours.

At first you didn’t kiss back as your brain was trying to process what was happening, but once his arms softly wrapped around your waist, you synched the movement of your lips to his.

“Do you still want to ask Kie?” He whispered as he pulled not even an inch away, the slight brush of his warm lips against yours sending shivers down your spine.

“Shut up.” You said before crashing your lips back to his.

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A/N: thank u for this request! I loved writing this one so much, hope it met your expectations! 

[puckmeupfam]

Sap | Jeff Skinner

Word Count: 2287

Note: My autumnal aesthetic piece that I started in July. Title is based on the fact that this is entirely fluff without plot, and because it takes place in the Northeast with references to maple syrup, cider donuts, and leaf-peeping. 

Zipping your newly packed suitcase and pulling it off the bed, you heard the front door open signaling that Jeff arrived home from practice. It was a rare time when he had the weekend off. No games, no practices after the one he just finished, just free time which he chose to devote to spending with you. The two of you loved going on short trips whenever possible to escape the monotony of work and grocery shopping and Buffalo. Honestly, you could spend the weekend in Lackawanna and be happy as long as you were with Jeff. This particular weekend was special because it was now solidly fall. The temperatures were dropping. The leaves were changing. Swimsuits were being swapped out for sweaters. And golf was being replaced by hockey.

You had spent most of the summer in Markham. Coming from a smaller family, you were always enamored by Jeff’s. At this point, you honestly considered them to be your family, too. You loved talking to Jillian about her time in law school or asking Ben about his hockey career in Germany. It was also hilarious to watch the five siblings tease Jeff about his competitiveness or on-ice gaffs, but he was always a good sport about it and just laughed with bright red cheeks. You knew how much it meant to Jeff when he got to spend time with his family and experience that warmth and joy. The both of you were incredibly lucky that Buffalo isn’t too far away, but with his schedule, the uninterrupted summer was extra special.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you missed Jeff coming up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. His arms wrapped around your waist and his face found its way into the crook of your neck. The action brought an unconscious smile to your face as you leaned back into him.

“Whatcha thinking about?” he asked you, voice muffled against your skin as he lightly swayed. You shrugged in response, “We should probably get Andrea a birthday gift while we’re gone, something nice you know? Show we were thinking about her.” Jeff hummed in response. He rocked the two of you a bit before speaking, “Are you ready to leave?” You took a deep breath, inhaling his cologne. Turning your body to look him in the eye you smiled softly, “Almost,” you whispered, “we should probably get going before they decide they need you to individually kiss each fan.” This elicited a booming laugh from Jeff that you felt throughout your body, “The only person I’m kissing is you.”

After another minute of contentment, you shuffled him away from you to grab some chargers and last-minute necessities. He chuckled as he started pulling your suitcase down to the car, he knew how much you were looking forward to this trip. You had spent the last week researching and talking about all the spots you wanted to visit while you were away. Grabbing your purse and hoisting it over your shoulder you did a last-minute sweep of the house to make sure that everything was unplugged and you weren’t leaving candles lit or stovetops on. After your anxieties were quelled you went outside and joined Jeff in the car. He had already put your B&B into the GPS and he flashed you a large grin which you eagerly matched as he pulled out of the driveway.

This trip the two of you were going to Western Massachusetts. It was about a five and a half hour drive, probably longer since you knew you would be stopping for lunch and every state park that came your way. You synched your phone and started playing music, knowing that you had a playlist with the perfect ambiance. Jeff always teased you for making playlists for every mood, weather pattern, task, or aesthetic that came in your head. But when the soft chords came through the speakers and his fingers started a gentle tap against the steering wheel to the beat, you knew that it was appreciated.

In Buffalo, the weather was just cool enough that the seat warmers got turned on but not yet so cold that you were shivering. You were cruising down the highway, close to crossing city lines. When you glanced over at Jeff he had a small smile, like he wasn’t even thinking about it. Just watching the road with an underlying well of happiness. You took a minute to look at him, to take him in. His smile turned out to be infectious and you knew your face was probably spread with a dopey grin.

“You’re staring,” Jeff said, breaking the silence.

“You didn’t even look over. How would you know?” you complained.

“I could feel your stare,” he responded, looking over at you with a grin that took over his whole face. His statement made you burst out laughing. While the whole thing was funny and, you were sure that he really did get that weird feeling you get when someone’s looking at you, it made you think about how you were always so aware of each other. The two of you could be in a crowd of people at some Sabres bruncheon and someway somehow you could always glance up and see him already looking at you. Or when you would go to some team party, you always had a tendency to reach for each other’s hands at the same time.

“You would stare at you too,” was your response after you had realized that you went a few beats too long just staring into space.

It was Jeff’s turn to laugh, “what does that even mean?”

“It means,” you started, drawing out the word, “that you’re cute and potentially the embodiment of sunshine and everyone would stare at you if they could and I will simply not defend myself further.”

Jeff rolled his eyes at your dramatic tone and faux-seriousness. He swung his arm out over to you, holding it in the air until you grabbed his hand in both of yours. You pulled his hand into your lap and leaned further back into the passenger seat. Turning your head to the side to watch the city escape, your eyes unfocused and your brain turned to elevator music as your temple rested against the window. After a few minutes of contented silence, Jeff’s hand made its way to your thigh and squeezed, drawing your attention.

“Look at the leaves, babe,” he told you. The passing trees were dotted with warm-colored leaves of crimson, tangerine, marigold, and honey. It was absolutely gorgeous and seemed like a sign that your trip was only going to get better. You stared in awe for about a mile before you looked back at Jeff. His eyes flickered from the road to your face and the look he gave you, full of love and peace, made you feel so warm.

“They’re so pretty,” you said softly. You moved your hand to twine your fingers together and you watched his dimples come out in full force as he forced his eyes to stay on the road. After a few moments of contentment, you spoke again, “do you want me to tell you about the plant pigments that make these colors possible?”

Jeff chuckled, but you knew that your joke didn’t ruin the moment or anything else that you might think if you were talking to someone else. Because Jeff knew you, he loved you. He loved your bad jokes, your stories that you’ve already told him multiple times but just like telling again and again, the way you go into lectures to explain things that he had never thought twice about, your urge to talk during movies to comment on the scene or the actor’s personal life. He loved the best parts of you and he loved the worst parts of you. And this moment? Where you feel the light beaming out of your heart. It isn’t the moment. It’s just a moment in a string of hundreds of thousands of moments that you’ll experience with your favorite person.

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After about two hours in the car, you were close to Syracuse and decided to stop for lunch. The two of you decided on a cute, local diner. Jeff parked the car and as you stepped out, you stretched your legs to rid yourself of the wobbly feeling from being in a car too long. The sidewalks were made of a red brick and there was a quiet hustle with people walking their dogs and couples going in and out of shops. The two of you walked side-by-side, but right when you were about to reach the door Jeff stepped ahead to hold it open for you. Stepping through you smiled at him and he followed you in. There seemed to be a typical lunch rush, but the restaurant wasn’t crowded. A waitress pointed you towards a booth and you slumped into it as Jeff sat across from you.

You both ordered coffees before cracking the menu open to see what they had. The pages were lined with different sandwiches, egg dishes, pancakes, and all the typical diner food that you loved. You settled on your order fairly quickly but Jeff scanned the pages until the coffees were brought out and the waitress was asking for your order. Handing her your menu, you explained what you wanted before both of you turned your attention towards your boyfriend.

“Could I have the brownie french toast?”

At that you raised your eyebrows at him incredulously. As the waitress walked away, scribbling your orders down as she went, Jeff looked back at you and laughed at your expression. “Cheat weekend,” was his explanation. He shrugged with an expression on his face like he was being forced to order what was likely the sugariest option on the menu. You threw your hands up to say you weren’t judging. Jeff quickly launched into a story about something Jack did at practice and that filled your wait until the food was brought to your table. Your boyfriend’s eyes widened comically when his food came out. It looked like there had been a blizzard of powdered sugar. It was topped with a whopping pile of whipped cream and a generous amount of rainbow sprinkles, just in case the brownie batter wasn't sweet enough.

Neither of you wasted any time in diving into your food and when you glanced up at Jeff after a few minutes you giggled when you saw that some of that whipped cream had ended up on his nose. You stealthily pulled out your phone to snap a picture of him. Once he heard the click of your camera he looked up at you which reignited your laughter.

“What?” he asked, chuckling lightly with you even without knowing the reason.

Without explaining yourself, you just reached out and swiped the sweet substance off his face before licking it off your finger. His response was just a sharp laugh with rolled eyes, head thrown back a bit at your antics. He knew full well that you were going to tease him for a long time for his choice of ridiculously confectionary lunch. You returned to your food with a shake of your head, but when you turned to take a sip of your coffee you noticed that Jeff had absolutely demolished his plate of french toast and was now trying to collect the remnant of whipped cream with his fork.

“It’s not going to be my fault when you crash from all that sugar,” you told him. He watched you dig your teeth into your lip to try and conceal the smile that was threatening to break through.

“Honestly, (Y/N), I’ve never felt better in my life. The sprinkles fuel me. I think I’ll make this my pre-game meal,” Jeff said with an air of seriousness. Sadly for him, but luckily for you, he had a genetic inability to suppress his smiles. You leaned back in the booth until your head hit the pleather upholstery and kicked your feet up to rest in his lap underneath the table.

“Don’t overwhelm yourself, I’m taking you to the Sugar Shack tomorrow and we’re getting the cider donuts.”

Jeff pulled a shocked and aghast face in response, “How dare you insinuate that I would ever be anything other than thrilled at the very prospect of cider donuts? You know, just because you said that I’m going to get two orders and we’ll see what you say when I eat those and yours too.”

You rolled your eyes so dramatically that you knew, if your mom were there, she would be telling you that they’d get stuck like that. Under the table, you kicked your legs up to rest in Jeff’s lap as he waved his arm to flag down the waitress for the bill. You sat quietly, just watching as he went through the monotony of thanking the waitress and putting his card in the sleeve of the bill. When he looked back at you, he smiled knowing that he caught you staring for the second time that day.

“You ready?” He asked you. A simple question, given that you were on a roadtrip with a predetermined destination. But with the opportunity to just appreciate him and your relationship, without the stress of your schedules or outside influences, it just felt meaningful. There was no one you would rather be with, during the happiest moments of your life or the worst. You felt a little misty with the joy of having him by your side.

“With you? Always.”

Pulling yourself out of the booth, you extended your hand for him to grasp and continued onwards.