#the words being so simple but all so fucking perfectly in the right place

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

Sometimes I delude myself into thinking I have a sophisticated taste in music. Then Miley Cyrus' The Climb comes on and I lose my mind

[rhaenyraeri]

clark kent using his x-ray vision while he fucks you <3

clark kent x fem! reader

minors dni, 18+!!

you could feel it in the way clark gripped your waist as he pressed into you, hips rolling with a slow, steady force. the pads of his fingers dug into your skin deep, no doubt leaving marks after. his light moans perfectly in tune with his thrusts, eyes half lidded behind his fogged glasses that had slid down a little. but his gaze was locked on you regardless, like he couldn’t look anywhere else— he wasn’t allowing himself to. he was lost deep into your body beneath him.

oh god, and he felt deep, too. feeling him stretch you in such a way, like he was buried into your core. he snapped his hips into yours with a sudden movement, causing you to dig your fingers into his shoulders, dragging them down his toned back. “oh my..clark, it’s— you’re so deep..”

he pulled out just enough to make a noticeable difference for when he slid back into you. you whined at the sensation of being full again, causing his breath to hitch. you took him so well.

“you okay, baby?”

you nodded, faster than you would’ve liked, arching your back. “i.. yeah.. i can.. oh god i can feel you in my stomach,” you moaned out, words faltering in pleasure.

clark slowed his thrusts to almost a stop, heart racing at the thought. his voice was deeper than you’d heard before. it was rougher, laced with lust.

“i know. i can see it. i can see me in your stomach.”

your eyes fluttered at his words. you barely had time to process before his hand left your waist to grab the hand you still had piercing into his back. he put your hand onto your stomach and placed his own overtop. he pulled out, pressed your hand against your skin, then pushed back in, forcing you to feel it. your whole body tensed at the feeling.

“what?”

“x-ray,” he said, his tone simple but weak, like he didn’t want to admit it, “right now, i can see just how deep i am.”

he pressed your hand into your stomach more as his pace picked up, hips rolling harder into you, pulling a moan from deep within you.

“oh, clark, it’s so..”

“right there, sweetheart. you feel that?,” he breathed, looking down at your stomach, eyes faintly glowing, “you’re taking all of me... good girl.”

that damn near killed you, wrecking you completely. you needed him faster than before, needed to feel him hitting as deep as he can, as fast as he can. you wrapped your other hand around his neck, pulling him down until his forehead was pressed against yours. “f-faster please.”

“yes, ma’am,” and with that he obliged, hips snapping quicker as he buried himself to the hilt. both of your breathy, raw moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. he couldn’t hold back anymore, he didn’t want to. not with how wrecked he had his girl underneath him. his hand never let go of yours, holding you down to feel just how full he can make you feel.

“look at you, clenching around me like that. wish you could see it, too.”

oh fuck. you couldn’t hold back anymore. your normally sweet, gentle boyfriend using his superpowers against you in the bedroom was enough, but hearing such filth come from his mouth? it’s enough to send you over the edge.

he tilted his head, lips brushing over your ear, “i can see you coming around me from inside.”

the second he said “i can see you coming”, you were done in. you moaned his name, just short of a scream, legs locking around his waist as the walls of your core clenched tight around him. he gasped as his own release surged through him, hitting him just as hard as your own did, watching himself spill into you as your slick leaked out.

never once did his hand leave your stomach as you came, now locking his fingers with yours over the top of your hand. his breathing was heavy against your neck, voice quiet and softer as he pressed light kisses to your jaw and cheek. “that’s it.. that’s my girl.”

your legs were still wrapped around him, though the tension in your body began to ease. after a few minutes of catching your breath, he raised up and let go of your hand, placing both beside your head. “you okay? it wasn’t.. too much, was it?”

you were quick to shake your head no, a laugh leaving you, “no, never. though, you seeing me come through my stomach was.. a lot. but in a good way.”

he smiled, kissing you lightly. “it’s.. it’s something else, i’ll tell you that. and i meant it, i could see every single bit of it. it’s beautiful. you’re beautiful. how perfect you take me, how your body holds onto me when you come.. most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”

[cherriicou]

older bf! seungcheol x college student! reader (f) ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

a/n; doing this for my own sanity // word count; 1.2k

content; age gap, size difference, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, cock-warming, hair-pulling, spanking, public/semi-public sex, degradation, praise kink, tummy bulge, office sex, smut with the smallest amount of plot

MDNI 18+ after cut

OLDER BF! CHEOL who first met you at your part-time job at the coffee shop near your home. shaky hands and pretty smile handing him his coffee, at his now go-to place. he knew his confident aura and flirty looks were being picked up by you. you were smart, just very shy and he liked that. he left you his number on the receipt after signing, along with a $20 tip. giving you chills as he gave you a wink and a small smirk before leaving the shop.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who gave you a date,time, and place as soon as you agreed to meeting with him. the restaurant he chose proved all your assumptions as it was extremely fancy. like you never thought you’d step foot in a place like this. his first time seeing you outside of work and oh he was in love. your hair out of that cute ponytail and perfectly sitting on your shoulders. the dress was simple but still made you look stunning. and him wow. his entirely black suit with the sleeves lifted, showing his huge arms that you so badly want to have on you.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who swears you can quit school and he will provide everything for you. you giggle at his request but decline as you believe he could do that, but you still wanted to pursue your career. he admits defeat and tells you how much he admires your ambition while keeping his eyes trained on you. you knew you were probably blushing like an idiot but somehow it felt right to, you wanted him to know how hot he makes you.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who couldn’t take you off him when you practically grabbed him and started kissing him. not an ounce of breath coming out of the heated make out session until he pulls you off so you could take it up to his place. as soon as you’re in there though, he’s already picking you up, having you wrap your legs around his torso while leaving kisses around your neck and jawline. his hands squeezing your ass under your dress, making you whimper in neediness.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who now has a slight obsession with having his mouth and fingers on your cunt. he is eating you out so sloppily, tongue digging in deep into your pussy as his fingers go in and out at the perfect pace. “you look so sexy like this, princess,” “look at you sprawled out for me,” all while you’re a moaning mess with your hands grabbing at both your tits and the bed. you melt at the sight of his face glistening with your wetness and immediately want more of him.

OLDER BF! CHEOL who knew he would have a size kink with you, i mean you were practically less than half the size of him. but this was even better than what he had imagined. you’re hand was latched onto his arm as he slowly stretched your poor cunt out :< he didn’t even know what to look at, your adorable fucked out expression or the way his cock looked disappearing into your pussy. “ahh, cheol-ah,” he only coos and smiles at you. “aw, you’re doing so well baby,” “pussy taking me in so good, fuck,” putting it all inside you.

OLDER BF!CHEOL who stared at the tummy bulge peaking out every time he thrusts into your tight cunt. “baby, look at that,” “my dick is destroying your little insides, isn’t it?,” you can’t even let out a response. your moans are beyond loud and all you can let out is ah’s and fucks and pleads. he just grunts, pounding harder to hear those whimpers you let out while struggling to tell him how it’s too much for your body </3

OLDER BF!CHEOL who is proud to have you at his side. his employees and assistants can look at him crazy all they want, but having you sit on his lap while he works or having you do your own homework on the couch in his office is what makes his life perfect. so what you have an age gap, you both were extremely happy with your life together. plus, he didn’t mind making people know why exactly you were with him.

OLDER BF!CHEOL who takes you in the private room near the bar that contains all the men who were staring you down. the fact that he could even afford to rent out that private room, and have a young beautiful girl with him was what he wanted them to see… and hear. your screams only getting louder as he pounds deep into you with his hands holding you against the wall. “yeah, let them hear your slutty moans princess,” he then turns you around so your pressed up against the wall, ass arched out to him, and he’s sliding into you immediately as you’re already being fucked relentlessly.

OLDER BF!CHEOL who even helps you study sometimes! oh, you keep getting these questions wrong? well he’ll make sure you won’t anymore! “please, cheollie,” “just move a bit,” you whimper as you sat on his cock. he smiles and only taps on the paper in front of you. your whines won’t work on him when it comes to you studying and it honestly does make you hate him a bit but then yes! you’re getting the questions right! and before you could celebrate, he’s already on it and giving you what you’ve wanted. you’re thrown onto the bed with seungcheol giving you the sweetest smile while aligning himself to your entrance. “my smart pretty girl,” and he starts fucking you hard. taking off all the stress you had from school and him finally being able to go crazy on your body :3 stuffing you full of his cum as a reward.

OLDER BF!CHEOL who thinks you’re the neediest girl alive. he thought you had work today, but instead he was brought with a nice surprise. you came into his work, a short skirt n cute top with a snack in hand, “wanted to hang out with you,” you smile sweetly. he smiles suspiciously until you sit directly on his lap and he feels your wetness start to soak his pants. “mmm, really princess?” “go ahead, use my thigh baby. let me work a bit more,” you nod your head and snuggle your face into his neck. god you’re such a tease to him, his slacks are completely ruined from your slick and the sweet smell of you is entrancing him. his continues his work calmly, not wanting to let your little game win but as soon as you orgasm once on his leg he figures it’s time to ruin you.

OLDER BF!CHEOL who bends you over his desk, making you whine as he teases your sensitive cunt. “couldn’t wait til i got home, little whore,” his hand smacks your ass. it felt so unbelievably good, the pain mixing with the orgasm you just felt. you call out his name only to have his tie shoved into your mouth while he rams into you from the back. your strangled moans making him even more turned on while he pounds into your sensitive pussy :< “no no, you wanted this doll,” “fucking take it,” god you needed to do this more often.

[monstersholygrail]

In a Free Use City, your knowledge on the subject of your job isn’t always what’s most important. And in your case, it’s the least important. You were actually known as quite a ditz in the Free Use City Offices.

You worked in the tech department surrounded by a bunch of hot and nerdy guys who spoke in yours you couldn’t even begin to understand. You were just happy to be there and they were happy to ogle you and press against you whenever you asked for their help with any simple task.

They thought they had the upper hand on you, thinking they were so clever. But you had them all on a leash. An entire department at your disposal to give you pleasure whenever you wanted.

Your favorite man to bother was IT Robot. He got his work done fast and spent the rest of the day goofing off. The easy air around him made him approachable and the way all his shirts fit snugly against his bulging pecs made you drip with need.

You can’t help but spare him another glance before hesitantly returning your gaze to your own computer, the screen filled with the program you still haven’t figured out. Great, now you were confused and horny.

“Need me for something?” IT Robot’s voice suddenly purrs into your ears. His steel-like grip grabbing onto your plush hips and pulling you back into his hard chest.

His body molds to yours so perfectly it has you tingling all over. Arousal gushing and soaking through your panties. He turns you on so bad even when he barely did anything but it was like your body was out of control. As if it could be programmed just for him when he was the robot.

“Help… I hurt,” you say with a pout, your mind turning to complete mush whenever you’re around him.

IT Robot flashes you with that charming lopsided smile of his, heavily amused by the puddle you melt into whenever he talks to you.

“Where does it hurt, huh? It hurt here?”

He caresses your soft belly with an appreciation that borders on worship before one hand slips beneath your skirt, nuzzling his fingers between your soaked folds.

“Or here?” He asks while the other gives a little pat on your head.

A low whine escapes your lips as he rolls his fingers over your clit, your hips jerking into the touch. And that’s all it takes to have IT Robot plunging three of his fingers deep into your cunt, making you gasp and tremble in his arms.

“That’s what I thought… Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ll fix the issue right away. It’s what I do after all.”

Your vision blurs as you dive into the pleasure head first. Choking out harsh moans as IT Robot’s fingers move inside you with precision like he has an entire map of your pretty pussy printed in his head. His fingers move in a blur as they pump themselves inside you, hitting all the right places that have you seeing stars. Each curl of his fingers sends your pussy fluttering and clenching down around him.

“Squeeze me tight, honey, ngh c’mon! Don’t think about a thing, just focus on being my pretty baby. My good girl.”

His words send the last thoughts in your head flying out the window, reducing you to nothing but his perfect little fuck toy. Your body relaxes without having to worry about a thing, allowing the ecstasy to overwhelm you.

IT Robot chuckles again as that fucked out expression fills your features. He flattens his palm so that it rubs hard against your clit with every snap of his fingers. With a few quick movements it has you falling over the edge and exploding all over his hand. Your vision flashes white as your orgasm rolls through you and you can’t find the strength to move any of your limbs after.

But that’s alright, IT Robot will take care of you, his fingers slipping out of your pulsing cunt with a pop, and giving your temple a soft kiss. He doesn’t bother cleaning up his hand dripping with your cum as he starts typing on your computer, solving the issue with the program you were using, and successfully helping you with both your aches.

“There, there. I’ve got you, pretty. Just keep feelin’ good. All because of me,” he whispers in your ear. Planning to spend the rest of the day doing all your work for you.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Bob Floyd X Reader: Drunk words, sober truths.

Summary: After one too many drinks, you drunkenly confess your feelings to Bob. The next morning smut ensues. That it guys, thats the plot.

Warnings: Porn with some plot, Smut, explicit sexual content, kissing, physical intimacy, alcohol consumption, drunkenness , dirty thoughts, consensual sexual activity, drunken confessions, no use of y/n, penetration (p in v), Bob being adorable.

Word count: 3.7K

You weren’t drunk.

Okay, maybe a little bit.

Maybe one glass too many. But hey, that’s okay, because your brain still seemed to be functioning just fine. Unfortunately, the only thought currently echoing inside your head was: dick, dick, dick.

So yeah. Maybe one too many.

In your defense, Bob looked really fucking good tonight. The fucking jeans were teasing you, messing with your brain and begging you to let the crush you’d been harboring for the man for ages slip from your not-so-sober lips.

It hadn’t yet. But the night was still quite young. And you were feeling very comfortable in your skin.

You sat on a stool, sipping on the fifth… wait, no, sixth. Was it the sixth? Whatever. You sipped a beer, watching the crew play pool. You were normally very good, but you were sitting this game out. You weren’t sure you’d be able to keep your balance well enough to score a shot. And you weren’t the type that played not to win.

Your eyes slipped from the pool table to a far more interesting sight.

Bob Floyd’s ass.

It wasn’t your fault that he’d literally placed himself in your line of sight. You barely had to move your head. His ass was just on display for you. You knew it wasn’t intentional—of course you knew that. He was lining up a shot that just happened to be right in front of you.

But you weren’t one to waste the universe’s gifts.

So you let your eyes latch onto Bob Floyd’s perfectly round ass. It was probably obvious to anyone who looked at you that you were staring. Luckily, no one was paying attention to you at the moment.

Well, almost no one.

You heard a soft snicker beside you, head turning slightly toward the sound. Phoenix watched you, a small smirk on her face. She knew all about your major crush on Bob. She had the unfortunate role of being the friend who had to listen as you gushed over the pilot every chance you got. But Phoenix was a good friend, and she knew to stay out of other people’s business.

That did not mean she wouldn’t tease you when the opportunity presented itself.

“You alright there?”

The rest of the crew’s heads turned toward you. Everyone’s gaze had shifted—including Bob’s.

You felt the blush that suddenly coated your cheeks. You could feel Bob’s eyes on you, but yours stayed glued to Phoenix. She just gave you a sly smile, knowing damn well what she’d just done. You were going to make her pay for that one day.

“I’m fine.”

It came out a bit slurred. A bit too high-pitched.

Someone laughed.

You didn’t pay them any mind, gaze still glued to Phoenix as you gave her a small grimace of a look.

And then you felt something warm on your shoulder.

Your head turned to look at what it was. Your eyes trailed up the hand currently resting on your shoulder, searching for its owner.

Your breath nearly gave out when you were greeted by the sight of Bob. His face was full of barely restrained concern, glasses slightly slipping off his nose as he stared at you with kind eyes.

“Hey.”

The word slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

Bob gave you a soft smile, the hand that wasn’t holding onto you moving to push his glasses up. It was such a simple act, but it still made your heart flutter.

“Hi.”

Time seemed to slow down. The sound of his voice was like velvet. You wanted to be buried inside it.

Wanted him to be buried inside you.

Whoa. Okay. Drunk thought.

But a very persistent one. Even in your sober moments.

Luckily, you still had enough control over your brain to not let the thought slip out of your mouth. You just stared at Bob for a moment. Someone had said something, but you weren’t listening. You only noticed because Bob’s head had snapped toward the speaker.

You had a perfect view of his side profile. A glorious sight of his perfect nose.

What would it be like to sit on it?

God, you really needed to get some water in your body. The thoughts were becoming more and more unfiltered with every second. Soon, you’d let something slip. And then you’d die of embarrassment.

You bit your lip, forcing your mouth to stay shut.

“What do you think?”

Bob was talking to you again. You stared at him, confused. What did you think of what?

“Don’t think she was listening, Bob.”

That came from Hangman. Your eyes flitted over to him, catching on the teasing smile he wore. You had the urge to flip him off, but you stayed still.

“Hey.”

Your eyes moved back to Bob’s face as he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

Maybe that would be best. You were clearly hanging on by a thread. And maybe if you did slip—which you were pretty sure would happen eventually—you’d at least be alone.

Alone with Bob.

You practically shivered at the thought.

Because you couldn’t trust your mouth to open and say anything other than ‘I love you’ , you opted to nod your head.

Bob smiled at you.

“Okay then. Here, hold onto me.”

“Not that drunk.”

But you still held onto him. Because he’d offered. And because it meant he would be closer to you. Bob had said goodbye to everyone. You’d followed with a drunken wave.

And then the two of you were off.

The whole drive home, you stared out the window. If you looked at Bob, you’d start thinking dirty things. And that would make you want to do said dirty things.

But you didn’t want to scare Bob.

So you kept your eyes on the road.

You struggled to get your shoes off at the door. And Bob, being the gentle soul that he was, sank down to his knees to help you out.

You shook your head, trying to keep the dirty thoughts at bay.

It seemed to work pretty well.

Until it didn’t.

Bob had waited outside the bathroom as you changed. When you’d slipped back into the room, dressed in an oversized shirt, Bob came to help you to bed.

He handed you a pill and a glass of water. You took it without question. If you were lucky, you wouldn’t have a hangover tomorrow. But the odds were definitely not in your favor.

You chugged the water down before handing Bob the empty glass. He placed it on the nightstand before moving to tug the sheets over your body.

“Sleep tight.”

Bob moved to leave the room, but you grabbed his hand before he could take even a step away from the bed.

“You okay?”

His face was full of concern. You smiled up at him.

“You’re really sweet, Bob.”

“It’s not a big deal… really.”

You let out a soft hum, not letting go of his hand.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Bob smiled at the question.

“Sure.”

You gestured for him to come closer. He did as you asked, leaning down so your lips were right at his ear. He could feel your breath on his cheek.

“I think you’re really handsome.”

Bob's heart skipped a beat at the confession.

And then you kept going—

“I think about riding you all the time.”

Bob nearly had a heart attack.

You let go of his hand, settling into the sheets and closing your eyes.

Bob leaned back into an upright position, still staring at you with wide eyes.

But you were already fast asleep.

The sun slipped into the room through the curtains. You opened your eyes with a soft groan. Your eyes took a while to adjust to where you were. You rubbed at them, trying to ignore the soft pounding in your head.

Hangover.

Fantastic.

Honestly, it could have been worse. You were sure the headache would leave after some coffee. So you peeled yourself off the bed, feet padding against the floor as you made your way to the kitchen.

Small flashes of last night moved through your brain as you waited for the coffee to brew.

You bit your nails, trying to remember.

You remembered the bar. The drinks. Phoenix’s smug smile. Bob’s hand on your shoulder. His voice. That’s when a hazy memory flickered behind your eyes. A whisper. Something you said.

Something about Bob.

God, had you said something? You weren’t totally sure—but there was that gnawing, sinking feeling in your gut. 

You were startled by a knock on the door. Instinctively, you glanced at the clock. 10 o’clock. Not bad, considering how late you’d gotten in last night. 

But who would be at your door at such a time on a Sunday? You moved to grab your phone to check for messages. And that’s when it hit you.

Your phone.

You’d forgotten it at the bar.

You opened the door, and there he was. Bob Floyd, looking far too good for someone this early in the morning. He had your phone in one hand and a paper bag in the other.

“Hey,” he said, a little cautiously. “You, uh… forgot this.”

You reached for the phone, your fingers brushing his just slightly. He didn’t pull away. Neither did you.

“Thanks. I—yeah. Sorry.” You gave a sheepish smile. “Honestly, I didn’t even realize.”

Bob nodded once, then hesitated.

The kind of hesitation that meant he was thinking about something. The small feeling of dread crept back. Okay, so you’d definitely said something. Because sure, Bob was a shy guy, but this wasn’t his usual shyness. This was something else.

There was tension.

Even if you didn’t remember exactly what you’d said, Bob clearly did. Before you could think too much about it, you moved to the side of the door, allowing Bob to see into your house.

“You want coffee?” you asked. “I just made a pot. And you look like someone who’s already been up too long.”

Bob hesitated for a moment, fingers clenching and unclenching. Your heart raced. What the fuck had you said? But then he looked at you and gave you a soft smile.

“Sure. Yeah. Coffee sounds good.”

You let out a soft breath as he walked into the room.

Your hands shook slightly as you closed the door. Bob Floyd was inside your house. Bob Floyd knew something you couldn’t remember. You weren’t sure if you wanted to find out or not.

Bob settled at the kitchen table as you grabbed two mugs and filled them with coffee. His eyes flicked toward you every so often, like he wanted to say something. You pretended not to notice, but your heart raced as you handed him his mug.

“One cream, two sugars.”

Bob’s eyes lit up slightly at your words. You’d remembered how he liked his coffee. He had only told you once, and you still remembered. It made something warm flicker in his chest.

“Thank you.”

You gave him a small smile. “Yeah, well… thanks for, you know, coming back with my phone.”

He nodded, fingers curling around the warm cup.

“Yeah. Figured you’d want it back sooner rather than later.”

You laughed softly, the sound a little too breathy.

“Yeah, definitely.”

There was a pause.

Bob cleared his throat. “About last night…”

Your heart skipped, but you didn’t look up. “Yeah?”

He hesitated, then shrugged. “I mean, you said some things.”

Your cheeks heated. “Did I?”

“Yeah. But it’s okay. I’m not mad or anything.”

You glanced at him, meeting his gaze for a brief second. “Honestly, I don’t even remember most of it.”

“Me neither,” he said with a small smile.

It was a complete lie, of course. He remembered your exact words. He remembered how you smelled, how warm your breath had been on his neck. He remembered going home and, much to his shame, lying in bed and taking care of his little problem while your voice echoed in his head.

“But I figured, if you’re sober now, maybe we could talk about it?”

You swallowed hard. “I’d like that.”

His smile grew warmer. “Good. Because I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

“No, me neither.”

The tension wasn’t gone, but it had dulled a bit. You were sure you’d be embarrassed by whatever had slipped through your lips. But you also knew Bob wouldn’t hold it against you.

You were adults. You could act like it.

You were not, however, prepared for what Bob was about to tell you. He had struggled for a moment, trying to be as gentle as possible. It was clear from his face that he was flustered. As soon as he told you what you’d said, you were sure you’d just died. Or at least you wished you were dead, because you could not handle this conversation. You were not adult enough for this.

You placed your mug on the table with more force than necessary, hands moving to cover your face as you whispered “fuck” repeatedly.

Bob felt bad. He had expected it to be weird—awkward, maybe. But he hadn’t expected you to almost start sobbing into your hands. He could tell you were having a hard time breathing, so before he could think better of it, he got up. He placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey. Look at me.”

You shook your head emphatically, hands still hiding you from his warm gaze. You’d have to quit. That was the only solution. You could not handle looking at Bob every day knowing you’d told him one of your dirtiest thoughts in a drunken daze.

Bob’s hands moved to grab yours. You tried to keep them where they were, but Bob was stronger than you. He pried your hands away from your face, holding your wrists gently together. You bowed your head, staring at the floor.

“Can you please look at me?”

Fuck him. Fuck him and his soft hands and velvet voice.

You lifted your head slowly, expecting to be met with pity or disgust, but that’s not what you found. When you finally looked at Bob’s face, he looked just as out of breath as you felt. He was so close that your noses were practically touching. And his eyes—his big, beautiful eyes—were almost black with desire.

You nearly choked on your own spit.

“Did you mean it?” he asked.

You breathed heavily, trying to think of what to say.

“Well, you know the phrase… drunk words, sober thoughts,” you said with a slightly pathetic laugh.

And then Bob’s hands shifted. He let go of your wrists, cupping your face with a speed that made your heart stutter. You barely managed to gasp out his name before his lips were on yours.

The kiss was all-consuming.

Bob’s body moved against yours as he deepened it, his mouth warm and sure. You groaned as your back hit the kitchen counter. Bob tried to pull back to apologize, but you didn’t let him. You tugged his head back to yours, tongue sliding over his lips. He opened his mouth to you, letting you explore. His hands moved to rest on your hips, his body pressing you firmly against the counter.

His grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into the soft fabric of your sleep shirt like he was trying to ground himself. You could feel the tension in his arms, the restraint in the way he kissed you—like he wasn’t sure how far you wanted to go. Like he was holding back.

“Bob,” you breathed against his lips, your voice rough, “don’t hold back.”

That was all it took.

He groaned, deep and low in his chest, before lifting you effortlessly onto the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, pulling him flush against you. You could feel him—hard and heavy through his jeans—and the contact made you whimper.

“You have no idea,” he muttered against your jaw, lips trailing down the side of your neck, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Then show me,” you whispered, fingers already tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Please.”

Bob didn’t need to be asked twice. He tugged the shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him, and leaned back in to kiss you again—deeper this time, hungrier. His hands roamed, slipping under your shirt and dragging up slowly until your chest was bare to him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, reverent and breathless as he took you in. 

He bent down, mouthing at the swell of your breast, tongue flicking over your nipple. You gasped, arching into him, needing more. You clawed your shirt completely off, whining as Bob continued to suck your breast. Your shirt fell somewhere near his but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Bob. 

Bob and his perfect fucking mouth. 

Your hands fumbled with his belt, desperate to get him out of his jeans. “Bob, I need—”

“I know,” he said, voice wrecked as he reached down to help you. “God, I know.”

You finally got his belt undone, yanking at his jeans until he helped you shove them down just enough to free him. Your eyes dipped down, and your breath caught. God, of course he was big. And thick. And flushed an angry shade of red, already leaking from the tip.

Bob groaned as your hand wrapped around him. It was the prettiest sound you’d ever heard. You just smiled and leaned forward to press your mouth to his neck, dragging your tongue over the pulse there. But then his hands were on your thighs, thumbs dragging over your waistband, eyes dark with heat. 

“Wait,” he said, voice low and hoarse. “Let me taste you first.”

The way he said it—like it was a need, not a want—almost made you give in.

Almost.

Your fingers curled into his hair as you looked him dead in the eyes. 

“Next time,” you whispered. “I need you inside me right now.”

Bob groaned, like the words physically hurt him, but he nodded. 

“Okay. Yeah. Just—fuck, come here.”

He should probably have taken your underwear off entirely. But you were both so impatient and the little bit of fabric wouldn’t affect his skills. So he tugged your underwear to the side with one hand and guided himself to your entrance with the other. 

You were more than ready for him, slick and warm and aching. And when he finally pushed in—slowly, carefully—you both let out a sound that could only be described as relief.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

“You feel—fuck—” Bob gritted out, forehead pressed to yours. “So good. You feel so fucking good.”

He gave you a second to adjust, but you were already rolling your hips, desperate for more. That’s all he needed. He set a rhythm, hard and deep, his hands gripping your hips like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting you go.

Every thrust sent you back into the counter with a delicious thud. Your legs locked around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. His name fell from your lips again and again, each time more breathless than the last.

“Hey,” he panted, causing you to look up at him, brows slightly furrowed with pleasure.

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you a secret?” he rasped, one hand sliding up your back to cradle your head.

He hit your G-spot, making you moan his name before nodding. Bob leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

“I touched myself to the thought of you last night. Couldn’t stop thinking about you on top of me.”

“Oh, fuck—Bob!”

It was so odd how sweet you found his confession. The entire thing was said in such a dirty manner, made even nastier by the sound of his dick spearing into you with every thrust. But you understood why he’d said it. It was his way of telling you he wanted you too.

Your eyes glossed over, head tilting back as you moaned. Bob latched onto your neck, sucking hickeys into the skin. He shifted his hips slightly, allowing him to hit a deeper angle—and you were fucking gone.

You came. Right there on the kitchen counter, gasping his name, clutching him like a lifeline as the orgasm ripped through you. Bob followed moments later, burying himself deep with a low, drawn-out groan.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just heavy breaths and the rapid beat of two hearts trying to slow down. Bob’s fingers traced lazy circles along your back, grounding you both in the afterglow. He leaned down, lips brushing softly against your temple. 

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, voice husky with emotion and something deeper—admiration, maybe even awe.

You smiled weakly, breath still shaky. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

His hand slipped from your back to cup your cheek, thumb tracing over your flushed skin. “I want to take my time with you. Not just tonight.”

You met his gaze, heart pounding all over again. “Me too.”

Slowly, carefully, he helped you off the counter and into his arms, like you were the most precious thing in the world. You let him wind his arms around you, your bodies pressed in a tender hug. The sun shone brightly outside, but you paid no attention to it. You nestled into Bob's body, hearing his heart slow down as you two enjoyed each other's embrace.

“I’m never drinking again.”

Bob chuckled at your words, the vibration rippling through your body.

“I’m glad you did.”

You lifted your head off his chest, gazing into his eyes.

“Glad I got shitfaced and told you I thought about fucking you?”

Bob smiled again, his hand moving to push some hair off your face.

“I’m glad you feel the same way I do about you.”

It was your turn to smile now. You placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Of course I do, Bob. You’re easy to fall for.”

“And to ride, apparently.”

You gave him a soft slap, but you couldn’t help but smile.

“I don’t know. I never got actual experience. I just fantasize about it,” you teased.

“You wanna find out?”

You gave him your cheekiest smile.

“You bet I do.”

His hands found your waist again, pulling you close as a slow, knowing smile played across his lips. The promise in his eyes was impossible to miss, and you matched it with one of your own, full of mischief and anticipation. 

The kitchen, the morning light, even the lingering scent of coffee—all faded away, leaving only the delicious tension between you two, teasing and ready to explode. Whatever came next, it was clear neither of you planned on letting this be the last time.

[toournextadventure]

sunscreen

Summary: Why is the airport always so complicated?

Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Swearing, airport security Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader A/N: just a little oneshot about the S2 teaser to get the writing juices flowin

Airports were a liminal space where nothing and everything could go wrong simultaneously. They were a lawless land - if you ignored the TSA agents - with overpriced, extremely potent drinks. There was nothing like getting to an airport early enough to exist in a space where time never moved. Your own plan for the day was to get past security and drink enough to forget the entire flight.

That was looking like a high possibility.

The metal detector remained silent as you walked through, much to your relief. It was always 50/50 if the detector would catch you for wearing the wrong pants (which happened more often than not). The TSA agent waved you over to your bag, and it was a simple wait while he dug through everything. Nosy, you thought, but supposed it was easier than being frisked.

Until he held up Thing, who was entirely motionless.

“It’s my prop,” you said quickly before he could even ask. “I’m in film school.”

Your smile couldn’t have been more convincing. Lying was a skill that came naturally, originating in your chest and extending outward. The day someone didn’t believe your lies would be the day you accepted defeat. It had only happened once.

“You couldn’t put it in checked baggage?” The agent asked.

“After all those late nights? I’d rather keep it close.”

The TSA agent investigated Thing even harder. Flipping him every which way, inspecting every stitch or line on his palm. Annoyance radiated from the tips of his perfectly manicured fingers. Poor thing. He deserved a coffee after all this abuse.

The agent put Thing back into your bag. “Hope you get a good grade.”

“Thank you,” you said with a far more genuine smile. Maybe Thing deserved two coffees, you thought as you slid your shoes on. Your watch beeped; two more hours. More than enough time to have a drink before getting settled. All that was left was waiting for your girlfriend to get through sec-

-The metal detector beeped.

You watched on in abject horror as Wednesday started piling weapon after weapon on top of the table. Knives, axes, you name it. All things that could not only get her kicked out of the fucking airport, but arrested as well. Which would not fly well because you had a plane to catch and you were not missing it.

The TSA agents watched on in horror until she placed the final weapon on the table. How often had they witnessed someone blatantly ignore every single rule of flying? She didn’t even flinch! You had told her so many times not to bring anything dangerous!

One of the agents looked through her bag slowly before pulling out the worst offender of all.

A tube of sunscreen.

“Care to explain this?” The agent asked.

Wednesday looked down at your bag - and consequently Thing, who was peering over the top - with a frown. An adorable look on her, you would never deny. But there remained a hidden storm behind those beautiful eyes. A storm directed at your bag. Instinctively, you pulled it closer to your chest.

“Ma’am,” the agent sighed, “I’m gonna need you to come with me.”

Wordlessly, Wednesday followed the agent away from security and to a side room. A deep, tired sigh left your soul.

“She yours?” The agent beside you asked.

You hummed in affirmation.

“Gonna miss your flight?”

You hummed even harder.

“Go talk to the sweet older lady at the customer service desk, near the middle of Terminal C,” he said.

“Thank you,” you huffed before trudging away.

“And grab a drink at the pub across from it,” he called. “You might need it.”

The agent was right; the lady behind the desk was rather sweet. After avoiding a few key details about why you needed to change the time, she had gotten your tickets all squared away. You had another four hours for Wednesday to finish being interrogated, which left you with… five and a half hours. Around 5 hours until boarding. That was okay, still plenty of time to get hammered before the flight.

At the pub, Thing stood on the counter while you nursed your drink.

“We did tell her no weapons, right?” You asked. He tapped the counter. “And nothing over three ounces?” A harder tap. “That’s what I thought.”

‘She never listens to us,’ he tapped.

“As if we aren’t the ones with the most flying experience,” you said.

‘She thinks she knows more than us.’

“She’s not always the smartest.” You downed the rest of your drink in one kind of large gulp before placing a crisp $30 on the counter and grabbing your bag. Thing hopped onto your shoulder before you both started exploring the airport.

“Want a coffee?” You asked. The singular tap to your jaw had you smiling and directing yourself toward the nearest Starbucks.

The barista didn’t even blink twice at the disembodied hand hanging around on your shoulder and telling you exactly what to order. It was a nice change of pace. You wondered how much weird shit she had to deal with on a daily basis. Probably a lot. Probably more than what you dealt with when you were with Wednesday.

Okay, maybe not, but it was probably close.

“Should we wait for her?” You asked, sipping on your simultaneously too bitter and too sweet iced coffee.

‘It would be the polite thing to do.’

You sighed deeply. “I guess.” The airport rushed past your leisurely pace. “But I’m not bringing her anything.”

Though you did happen to stop at a few shops on the way. Some snacks for your inevitable wait (which you would replenish before the actual flight). A new tube of sunscreen, since Thing’s had been confiscated (which you scolded him for. Again). And of course, a singular bottle of water for Wednesday. And a snack. You couldn’t leave your girlfriend to suffer more than she already was.

“For Miss Addams?” The TSA agent asked when you approached security. Hey, he was the nice agent from earlier.

“Yes please,” you said with a polite smile that said ‘please let me girlfriend out so we can go.’

“I hope you brought something to eat,” he said as he gestured to an empty bench. “You’ll be here a while.”

“Of course I will,” you mumbled softly enough for him not to hear.

The bench was cold, and you were officially worn out. You plopped your bag on the ground and pulled out your laptop. Thing hastily scrambled to hide behind it, and you put on ‘Say Yes to the Dress.’ The reruns, of course, none of that newer nonsense. Each episode, you questioned Thing on the brides’ choices; he was an excellent judge.

Before you could start the seventh episode, the door to one of the rooms opened. Wednesday, as disgruntled as ever, stepped out. She looked around, and you stayed put. No need to make her job any easier. The moment she locked eyes with you, she walked over quicker than you had ever seen. Her jacket - looking concerningly less bulky - hung loosely from her shoulders. Your hand immediately found hers.

The TSA agent looked between Wednesday, you, and Thing still sitting on your laptop. He circled through twice, three, four times before he sighed harder than anyone you had ever met in your life. It was impressive.

“Please,” he begged, “don’t bring any of these things into this airport ever again.”

“We won’t,” you said quickly, shoving your laptop into your bag with one hand. The other would, of course, stay firmly interlocked with Wednesday’s until the day you died. “Thank you!”

You didn’t care if you had to physically drag Wednesday to the plane. Based off the continuous beeping of your watch, boarding had already started, and it was a race against the clock. After all the bullshit she had pulled, you were not missing this flight.

“They won’t leave without us,” Wednesday dared to say.

“Oh no, they won’t leave me,” you grumbled, “I’d be content if they left you.”

“And yet you stayed.”

“Shut up and keep walking.”

The flight attendants were not happy when you and Wednesday finally appeared at the gate. They were on their final call. Two people on standby lost all patience the moment you checked in. If you hadn’t had to wait for your near-felon of a girlfriend, you would’ve understood their frustration.

Not today.

Wednesday sat far too calmly in the aisle seat of first class (courtesy of her father). Which was smart, because you would fight her for the window seat at that moment. Only professional flyers were allowed to sit at the window. Not people who brought weapons and sunscreen through security.

“Will you be upset with me the entire trip?” Wednesday whispered. In the background, the flight attendant was going over the safety procedures.

“We made it to the plane,” you shrugged, “so just until we land.”

She nodded once, clearly going over the implications of your words. Not that you could read her mind, but when her eyes fell to the side and slightly down, she was thinking. You weren’t dumb, you knew your girlfriend.

You leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before snatching her hand, forcing your fingers between hers until she squeezed back.

“And you're holding my hand the whole flight,” you said. Before you could turn completely to look out the window, you saw the tiniest smile on her lips. Okay, maybe you wouldn’t be mad the entire flight. You would just force her to watch a show with you, even if she hated it. Maybe next time she wouldn’t bring sunscreen.

[clawsdevour]

red n lacy

wc: 1.8k content warning: established relationship, kuroo x reader, smut, fingering n eating, vaginal, not proofread

ゐ ˚ ◌ .

kuroo's one of many surprises—especially with his gifts. valentine’s day, you already know he doesn’t play around.

ding dong~

creaking open the door, the slim sliver of light peeking through and growing larger the moment you saw a pair of familiar eyes behind the thin wood that separated you from the outside.

it was no other than kuroo, your beloved boyfriend early in the morning, looking all cheeky and too happy... overall he's come over to celebrate the day of love with you.

looking behind the door, now you knew why. kuroo came over with your favorite flowers in hand and a little basket that consisted of your favorite snacks, a cute little animal plushie… and a wrapped present?

"oh tetsu, you're too sweet" you responded, his smile being too contagious.

kuroo giggled when you praised him for his kind gesture of love, kissing him on the lips to greet him and opening the door wider to invite him in.

as you’re setting the gifts on the table, kuroo fetches a little vase to grab some water for the flowers. when he’s finished putting the flowers in the vase full of water, he’s stepping closer to embrace you in a warm and tight hug from behind.

his large hands are gripping your waist nice and snuggly as your hands find his that lingers around your torso. looking up, he’s biting his bottom lip with his eyes slightly squinted.

“well..? Are you gonna open the little present i bought? it was hand picked by me,” kuroo says after landing a peck on your forehead, his arms making their way to hold onto your shoulders.

“if you let me go, maybe i will,” you laughed, obviously you still wanted to be in his arms despite how he put his arms down quite quickly which made you wonder what he really bought you if it was "hand-picked."

picking up the box, you’re shaking it—listening to figure out what type of gift could be in it. it was a slender thin box, there wasn’t much noise to make just from shaking it around.

tearing at the wrapping paper from the side, the box is a simple white box that was able to slide out. realizing this, you immediately slide it open.

kuroo’s watching with eagerness, full attention on you, waiting to see your reaction to what could be inside.

one quick movement, you exactly understand why he was acting so lovey-dovey and excited. your eyes are wide open in complete shock.

red stringy, lacy lingerie.

“soooo…. what do you think?” kuroo said behind you in a low and seductive tone to make his intentions extra clear.

“you are so devious” rolling your eyes with a cheeky smile on your face while you’re holding up the lingerie to inspect its flawlessly sewn details.

"shall i try it on?" you teased, walking with the box in hand to go change in your room.

kuroo doesn't say a thing but bites his lower lip in anticipation. he's already envisioned what you'd look like in it when he was shopping around, but now he gets to see the real deal. just thinking about it made his cock sprung and throb against his suffocating pants.

right when you finished putting the straps in the right place and taking a look in the mirror to make sure everything's hooked on, kuroo's knocking on your bedroom door in desperation. he needs to see you in this, at least that's what his cock's telling him.

"can I come in yettt..." kuroo's voice humming against the door in neediness, like a cat scratching the door waiting for its owner.

unlocking the door, this time his eyes are completely glowing in amazement. this was much better than his imagination, you just turned into his fantasy.

"holy shit. you're fucking gorgeous" were the only words Kuroo spurted out the moment his beady eyes laid on you.

all of the straps lay perfectly against your skin. the wired part of the bra gave you the right amount of cushion and support to hold up your breasts that screamed bombshell. the lace made it all the more arousing on kuroo's part as it hugged your hips just in the right areas, even the lower parts. All he wanted to do was tear it off of you in the moment.

"well, you picked the right pair" you said as you walked over to put your hands over his shoulders.

this was driving kuroo nuts. the intimate eye contact you two exchanged was more than he needed to know what was going to happen next as your lips already made the first move.

the kiss was sweet and so hot that it made you crazy. tou couldn't bring yourself to stop the whole time as you gave your whole being into it. kuroo wasn't playing either, he couldn't take himself off of you. as you're making out, he's fondling with your ass and making you step back till you reach the end of your bed.

his hands feel so good to the point it made your head spin, from your jaw to your semi-exposed breasts, waist and ass. kuroo's feral to the point he has to rip himself off of you to get a moment's fresh air as the air between you two was getting heated real quick.

during that time for a breather, his lips are still stuck onto you whether or not it was on your lips. kuroo's on your neck, leaving his marks on your skin that glowed against the red lingerie he picked. kuroo's kisses and pecks move lower as you watch in impatience.

on his knees as you sat in front of him, hands on your knees—spreading them open forcefully as you gasped breathlessly in excitement.

his thumb's on your little bud, swirling slow circles into the fabric that made you feel good but only to an extent. there he laid his hot mouth on your inner thighs, biting and leaving his traces that made you want to grab his messy head of hair.

you can't help but feel like you need more. lips pressed, lowering your hand, you used your fingers to move your panties to the side for him to have easier access to fulfill your lustful needs. there kuroo was making direct contact with your sopping cunt that's been leaking the moment you saw him appear at your door.

"ha.. you're too cute" kuroo chuckled before digging in which caused you to whimper as his hot tongue makes contact with your clit, also slipping in two fingers into your entrance.

kuroo's absolutely feasting down there, lapping and cleaning up all the juices you produced despite how all the friction and sensation made you even wetter. Not to mention how kuroo's long and thick fingers are making their way to find your sweet spot as your legs shake.

his other hand's working on the upper part of your body, feeling all your dimensions and soothing your poor and trembling body beneath him. you can't help but crave more of him.

"tetsuu.. i want you to put it inn" pouting as you pushed his head off of your cunt that was glistening in slick, the bottom half of his face covered in your essence.

"course i will babe" he huffed in confidence while licking his lips and fixed his hair.

his hot ass girlfriend being this needy in the red lacy underwear, pussy right in his face begging for him to put it in. what a sight.

getting up on his feet, kuroo unbuckles his belt while gazing at your half-lidded eyes and bare body that called out for his touch. his cock sprung out the moment he took off his pants, excited and eager to enter your plush and warm cunt. stroking it as he aligned himself with your slit, collecting your essence on himself for a smoother entrance before diving right in.

you're watching impatiently, placing your hands under his fitted black shirt that shows his lean stature. he's teasing you at this point, sliding his tip up and down your slit, feeling all over but not in you, rocking your hips to subside the horniness you felt.

"fuuuck, so tight" kuroo purred while his tip slid right in, making you moan upon entry while you gripped onto him.

"more tetsu.. put it all in" you whimpered as you helped him take off his shirt, showing his delicious body that made your mouth drool.

once kuroo was all in, he gradually got rougher and faster, giving you exactly what you needed to catch your release. kuroo did not play when it came to giving, as his hands had the tightest handle on your waist as he continuously thrust into your sopping cunt that wanted even him even more.

the skin on skin slapping made your bedroom echo throughout your moans that mixed in the air that smelled like sex. your two hot bodies melted together in the heat as you got fucked in many different positions that made you two go feral as if you were dogs in heat.

kuroo gave no mercy, as you begged for more. watching your tits bounce at high frequency in that red bra made his mouth drool even more as your cunt squeezed around his girth that pulsated in you. the heat absolutely pools in your nether regions and builds up the more he pounded into your sweet spot, making you scream his name in high pitch.

your back arched off the mattress, legs in the air shaking with ecstasy while kuroo's leaving his marks all over your body despite his cock bullying its way into you. hands around his broad shoulders while he's hovering over you, overstimulated with the crazy amount of stamina kuroo has to keep going.

"m'gonna cum t-tetsu" you babbled, resisting the unbearable pleasure to tell him.

"m'kay" his slightly swollen lips whispered in your ear before planting a kiss on your hot cheek.

his rhythm slowed down, pumping his cock slowly as he drowns you in his kisses waiting for you to cum. the change in pace made you feel the pleasure even more as he's rubbing all your sensitive points slowly. it was like a rope about to snap as you gasped when you reached your climax.

"you okay, babe?" taking his cock out that was completely covered in your milky essence.

nodding your head as grabbed him closer to kiss, he's stroking his dick to finish himself off. kuroo's kiss got sloppier the more he got closer, moving his lips down your jaw and away from your shining body.

you watched with sleepy eyes for him to cum as he progressively got faster until he shot out his thick and white seed onto you. his head snapped back, eyes shut, feeling all the sensations while releasing his load, covering your body that wore nothing but his red lingerie. looking back, he sees his mistake.

"shit, i'm sorry.. i just came all over the set i got you. i guess i'm gonna have to get you another one" kuroo chuckled tiredly.

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[iloveboysinred]

Under the Canopy [Firelord Zuko]

Mdni 18+ content | Firelord! Zuko x Reader

Synopsis; Being Firelord had been taking up all your husband’s time. It was hard trying to be a supportive wife by keeping your own desires to yourself.

cw; fem!reader, sexually explicit content, messy oral sex (giving and receiving), fluffy smut, smut with feelings. P in V sex, two seconds of subby Zuko if you squint, split second of overstimulating the firelord, slight mentions of exhibitionism, kinda long and written by an amateur. ;<

; 3291 words

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Sorry for the way the paragraphs are formatted, apparently tumblr’s servers cant handle long paragraphs 😒

GIF by @/choschang

It was quiet in the Fire Nation tonight.

You sat by Zuko’s study in your shared room, watching him work. He was writing letters in response to the leaders of the other nations, addressing their concerns as well as handling issues within his own nation. It took all his focus, brush in his hand sliding around on the parchment with precision. While you, left quiet and nothing to do, occasionally took the time to study him. His brow furrowed in concentration as he wrote, his steady hand occasionally pausing to dip his brush in the ink to continue writing on the scroll. The task seemed so simple, but you could see in his eyes he was beginning to grow tired. Zuko has been up long nights as well as enduring equally as draining meetings with diplomats, generals, and his advisors, all in the name of restoring peace to the world, and honor to the Fire-Nation. After the 100-year war, the burden of his forefather’s mistakes fell on Zuko and Aang, working restlessly to reverse 100 years of oppression, which of course, was no easy task. Paired with the uprising of rebellions, and the daunting task of earning the trust of his people and the whole world, being Firelord has kept your husband occupied and stressed.

Many times you found yourself in the same exact place you are now, leaning over the edge of the desk, offering little comments of advice and correcting his grammar, ignoring his occasional demands you get your rest. These long nights were the only alone time you and your husband could enjoy together right now, even if its just you sitting by his side quietly as he worked. Occasionally he would reach over and tangle his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand to let you know he appreciated your presence.

Your heart craved more than gentle hand squeezes and rushed pecks here and there, you missed the warmth of your husband. Many nights you’d lay alone in your extravagant bed, longing for the tender love and passionate touches only Zuko could provide. The silk red and maroon bedsheets reminding you of your husband’s insatiable appetite for your body. Your mind wandered back to your first few nights as newlyweds, when Zuko fucked you on any surface he could hold you up against. His hips rocking into yours hastily, pussy drunk and inexperienced, making his pace desperate. But by the time night had fallen, he had gained plenty of practice on exactly how to please you, making sweet love to you under the stars, not caring how loud you were or who saw you.

You rubbed your hand up the side of your neck, once constantly covered in angry red and purple marks. All gifted from your needy husband who couldn’t keep his lips off of your skin. You sighed, shifting your position on the chair you had taken next to the study. You tried to shake off the creeping arousal you started to feel in your core.

Zuko had to work. It would be selfish to interrupt him.

But you couldn’t help but want to be selfish. The bed behind you looked emptier than it has ever been. The duvet crisply folded over top of the cool, silk red sheets underneath pressed to perfection, not a single wrinkle in sight. Your soft, elegant pillows perfectly arranged in various shades of burgundy and red. All sitting on top of a strong, oak bed frame. A huge tapestry of the fire nation insignia hanging from the wall. Your gaze seemed to stick to the canopy you had specifically asked your husband to have built for you. The thick curtains now tied neatly to their posts. You pictured the lazy mornings you had with Zuko, your legs spread and comfortably resting on his shoulders, his head buried in between your thighs sloppily getting his fill of you. You’d thread your fingers through his hair, lightly grinding your pussy onto his face, urging his tongue deeper. Those very same curtains blocking out the morning light, letting you and Zuko enjoy a little more time with each other.

“Y/n? Cant you hear me talking to you??” bringing you back to the present, you tried to give your husband your undivided attention, your thighs clenched together, your undergarments now damp from your heated arousal. Those filthy thoughts of your husband making your heart race and your clit pulse. “Are you tired or something?” He asked you, tenderly reaching over to place his warm hand on your knee. You jolted at the contact, confusing your lover, who gave you a sideways glance before moving his hand to grasp yours, now resting on your thigh. “N-no i’m not tired baby. I’m just…reminiscing.” Zuko narrowed his eyes at your response, piercing gold looking straight into your soul. “About what?” He questioned, rubbing circles around the back of your palm. The warmth of his hand on your skin made your body tingle. “Well, i’m just thinking about our honeymoon…how I used to have you all to myself. Now it feels like I can barley get two minutes alone with you..” A knowing look overcame Zuko’s face, and you thanked the spirits your husband could read you so well to know what you meant without having to say too much. His cheeks flushed lightly, not expecting an answer of that nature and you smiled warmly at him. He never stopped being bashful, despite being well aquatinted with your needs and desires by now.

“Its okay though, my love. I know you’re busy nowadays. I wouldn’t want you to abandon your duties because of me-“ “come here, love” Zuko interrupted your rambling, pulling his chair away from the study and beckoning you over to sit on his lap. He spread his thighs as you sat down, giving you room to get comfortable. You clung to his robes, and he wrapped his arm around your back, holding you steady against his chest. His other hand rested at your thigh, rubbing and squeezing the soft skin. You felt your clit pulsing between your legs. You were so close to your husband’s dick, resting just under you. The only thing separating you from him being the thick robes that he adorned, and the thin fabric of your panties, now clinging to the damp skin of your pussy. Zuko caressed your back, pressing slow kisses up the length of your shoulder and neck. Nuzzling his nose against your cheek, his warm breath fanned across your skin, you melt into his embrace, breathing out in contentment.

“Tell me exactly what you remember about our honeymoon.” He murmured, sighing blissfully as you threaded your fingers through his hair. You flushed, timidly hiding your face in his neck as you recounted the filthy thoughts you had been thinking about just minutes before. “Well..i was thinking about the first night on Ember Island” you mumbled, moaning when you felt Zuko sucking on your neck, already attempting to leave a hickey on the skin of your throat. “ mmm..mind telling me the details?” His raspy voice made your heart skip a beat, light breaths escaped you as Zuko continued kissing your jaw, his other hand creeping up your thigh, causing your night dress to hike up, the fabric bunching up around your hips. You stilled as his hand ghosted over the skin of your inner thigh, dangerously close to your core. “I was thinking about how you put me up against the wall.. you fucked me so good that night. You always do” you breathed, shivering when you felt your husband’s finger ghosting over the flimsy panties stuck to your skin “And what else?” you barely heard him, the ache between your legs and his teasing was mind numbing. “I just miss you so much, Zuko.” you confessed, your voice was close to whiney, trying to pull at your husband’s heartstrings as much as you can. Zuko hummed, his hands tracing over the lining of your panties, thumb rubbing over the fabric covering your mound. Your breath hitched, the cotton clinging to your lips. He traced over the indent of your pussy, never once taking the soiled fabric off your skin. It was torture, the way his finger pressed slow circles over your clit, the friction of the fabric against you driving you insane. “I want you so bad baby, please” you whined, pressing yourself into his hand. You just about cried with relief when you felt your husband’s fingers slip past the band of your panties, right into your entrance. You arched your hips up, chasing the pleasure.

Zuko smirked against your neck, curling his fingers deliciously against your g-spot, his fingers moving in and out of you steadily. “Zuko..” you sighed, trying your best to fuck yourself against his hand, your hips matching the push and pull of his fingers. “Yes, my love?” He murmured against your ear, knowing exactly what you wanted. But you knew your husband. You knew he wanted you to use your words. “I want you to fuck me..” you whispered, grinding down against his semi-hard dick the best you could with his hand in the way, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. Zuko groaned at the contact, looking into your eyes, glazed over in desperate arousal, lust dancing in his own golden irises. Faster than you could even think, Zuko picked you up off his lap, hastily laying you down on your shared bed. The cooling red silk of your bedsheets felt pleasant against your heated skin. He leaned down, pressing a heated kiss against your swollen lips and you him kissed back, sloppily sucking his tongue into yours, eagerly grabbing at anything you could reach on your husband’s body. Zuko matched your fervor, with his hands running down your sides, fingers hooking onto the hem of your night dress, rolling the fabric up over your thighs and exposing your clothed sex. He pulled the flimsy fabric off with ease, slowly dragging the soaked garment off of you, discarding it somewhere you didnt see, or care. His hands grabbed the underside of your knees, pulling your legs open and pushing them up to your chest, opening you up for your husband’s hungry gaze.

He was quick, dipping his head down and pressing a wet kiss on your mound, dragging a finger up your slit to spread your pussy open, revealing your soaked folds. Your body shivered, the warm air against your clit sending shockwaves up your spine. You felt so open, completely exposed and at your husband’s mercy. Zuko wasted no time, pressing his warm lips against your clit, he suckled on the sensitive bud slowly, parting from you just to press his hand over the surface of your mound, the firm pressure causing your clitorial hood to inch back, giving your him more access to your bundle of nerves. You whined when he resumed his ministrations, devouring your pussy whole. Your body jolted when his fingers entered your heat, the pleasure almost overwhelming your senses. Zuko moaned against you, eating you like a starved man and fucking his fingers into you, curling inside of you and massaging your walls. You gripped his dark locs, hips bucking into his mouth out of reflex. A warm pool began to form in your stomach, the familiar feeling setting your nerves a light. Zuko spread your thighs, burying his face deeper into you, pulling away from your clit to replace his fingers with his tongue, tasing you whole. You gasped from the welcome intrusion, legs closing around his head, holding him still against you. But your husband was having none of it. He aggressively spread your legs open, tongue fucking you with vigor, fingers coming up to rub quick swipes over your clit. It didn’t take you long for your to reach your release, your vision going white as your body convulsed above him. Chant after chant of Zuko’s name as he continued to eat you out, riding out your high. Your chest rose and fell, your breath labored as you looked down at your husband, his hair now tousled and free from the top knot he had neatly placed it in. His chin was shining with your essence, and his pupils were blown. Even with his disheveled appearance Zuko still looked so handsome, and you felt butterflies in your stomach, just as you had when you first met him. Zuko leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to your navel, leaning up towards you and capturing your lips with his. Then he moved back down to your neck, placing feather light kisses against your skin.

A few moments later you caught your breath, your husband still cuddling against your chest, sucking marks on whatever patch of skin he desired. You tugged at his thick robes, successfully pulling the heavy fabric off your husband’s body with his help. Your eyes racked over his body, drinking in the sight of him. Zuko didn’t bother to move the robes off the bed, instead kneeling on them as he pulled his undergarments off, his hard length slipping out, tip flushed and drooling with pre cum. You pushed your hand gently against his chest, laying him back down and reaching for his dick, wrapping your hand around him. You stroked him from base to tip, twisting your wrist around the head and thumbing over his slit, rubbing his pre cum into his skin. Watching your husband shudder and lean his head back in bliss was rewarding. You lowered down to take him into your mouth, tongue flat against the side of him. Zuko sucked in a sharp breath, his hips stuttering up into your mouth at the sensation. You gazed into his eyes as you swallowed him whole. Holding your breath to stop yourself from gagging, you bobbed your head up and down his entire length, breathing through your nose as best you could. Zuko let out a drawn out moan, throwing his head back. You watched him, face hidden from your view, dark hair splayed out on the pillows. You knew exactly how to make your husband fall apart, and you loved every second. You dragged you tongue up his length, wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head, focusing all your efforts where he was most sensitive.

Zuko had been reduced a mess above you, whining your name out and panting, begging you to bring him to orgasm. “Oh fuck baby.. just like that”, “youre doing so good baby”, “you look so pretty sucking my dick like this” were a few of the phrases he slurred, praising you as you pleased him exactly how he liked it. Your free hand came down to cup and rub his balls. Squeezing them gently in time with your bobbing head. You swallowed him down once more, choking against his length as you bobbed your head at his base, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, sending him over the edge. Zuko took a deep breath as him came, his body going rigid as he spilled into your throat. A jumbled mess of curses and your name spilled from his lips as he drowned in bliss. Eventually you pulled off him, stroking his length to milk him for everything he had. Zuko shuddered, pushing your hand off him, feeling over stimulated. But if it was one thing your husband had, it was stamina. Giving himself a few seconds to recover, he was on you again. Flipping you on your back, he wasted no time situating himself between your legs, his flushed tip rubbing poking your skin and his hair curtaining around you as his body leaned over yours. You stared up into his eyes, so many different emotions swimming between you both. Longing, lust, and love. “I love you” he mumbled, leaning down to rub his nose against yours, kissing your lips sweetly. “I love you most, Zuko” you responded, lovingly placing your hand on his cheek, his pressed a kiss to your palm before leaning back up, taking his warmth with him. The loss was soon forgotten when you felt him enter you, your walls expanding to welcome him in. You let out a low moan, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer, deeper. His pace started out slow, rubbing his warm hands down your thighs as he rolled his hips into you, fucking you deep. “Zuko..” you sighed, his name seemingly being the only word your fuzzy brain can remember. “I know baby..” he leaned down towards you again, mouth pressing a kiss to your ear. “Just let me take care of you” he whispered, threading your hands together. His pace soon picked up, his hips meeting your thighs with every thrust. The weight of his body on yours felt amazing, the obscene sounds of your wetness filling the room and fueling his libido. Every thrust into your heat was filled with longing, the same desperation you had reflecting in him as he fucked you eagerly. You shuddered as your husband moaned into your ear, letting out strings of curses and praise as he lost himself in you. “Fuck baby.. i love you, i love how you feel” he slurred, reaching between your sweating bodies to rub at your clit, urging you to near your end. You cried out as you felt his dick beat against your g-spot. Your walls contracting around him, the pleasure in your core almost too much to bear.

The silky sheets under you felt suffocating, seemingly trapping the heat of your bodies. The sensations you felt becoming overwhelming. “Yes baby, yes!” You cried as he continuously hit that spot inside of you, his relentless pace driving you further and further over the edge. “You fuck me so good baby, oh fuck!”your voice reduced to whines, rolling your hips to meet his, fucking him back. “Let it out baby, give it all to me” Zuko grunted in your ear, his own release creeping up behind him. He rubbed your clit in fast circles, desperately chasing your release, as well as his. Your body went rigid as you came, the breath forced out of your lungs. Your walls squeezed and spasmed around Zuko, who bottomed out inside of you, releasing deep into your pussy. He let out a deep groan, his eyes shut tight and his eyebrow furrowed as he lost himself in pleasure. It was a sight to behold, and you considered yourself lucky to have it reserved just for you.

After a few heartbeats Zuko pulled out of you, grabbing one of the towels the maids made sure to leave on your night stand. He dipped it in the water basin, heating up his palm to warm the cloth. He cleaned you up, carefully wiping the mess up from between your legs, pulling the top sheet off the bed and throwing it somewhere on the floor. You sighed in contentment when you were in his arms again, he had taken the canopy down from its posts, the dark curtains blocking out the candle light in your room. Happiness surged through you as you snuggled into him, your back pressed to his bare chest as he tenderly pressed kisses to your shoulder blades. “That was amazing” you whispered, cuddling into his bicep and closing your eyes, enjoying the afterglow. “Yeah, it was” he murmured, wrapping his arm around your mid-section. “I’m sorry i’ve been so busy my love.” He sighed, pulling the discarded duvet over “like i said, its okay baby. Being Firelord isnt an easy job.. your nation comes first” you sleepily assured him, nodding off in the warmth of his embrace. “But you matter too..i promise i’ll make time for us. I’ll ask my advisors for more help. I’ll get through this as quick as i can” you smiled against him, bringing his hand up to press a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “Okay baby” you mumbled “i love you…” “ i love you too, y/n. So, so much” he whispered, putting out the candles in your room, tugging you closer to him. You slept peacefully that night, and in the morning your husband helped himself to another serving of you, just as he always had before.

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Edited and final proofread; 04/28/24

[cuteandhughesy]

Match Made In…Statistics?!?╰┈➤ JW60

summary: after years of failed relationships, joseph woll decides to hire you—a relationship expert who's sole purpose is finding a persons perfect match.

[word count] 7.2k approx.

warnings: friends to lovers | match maker! reader | fluff | pining | joseph woll being the sweetest boy in the world | kissing | mentions of drinking and being drunk | mature themes and dialogue | read at your own discretion

a/n: it’s been a long time coming ✨ I saw the user @/tsunodaradio do something with this match making type plot for a smau (which they’re amazing go check them out!!) and immediately felt inspired! all credits to them. I really enjoyed writing this and hope you guys enjoy reading ❤️❤️

🎵 can’t get you out of my head by kylie minogue, lovebug by the jonas brothers, girlfriend by charlie puth, can't fight the moonlight by leanne rimes, close to you gracie abrams, relationships by haim, + wait for you by jake miller

you were almost late.

or maybe it's just that joseph woll was exceptionally early. and exceptionally nervous. but ready nonetheless. at least, he thinks he's ready for this.

but there's something about the way your hair is perfectly blown out, hanging causally around your shoulders as you confidently type whatever tentative response joseph gave to your last inquiry, into the laptop sitting on the worn wooden table between you. you're so professional, and quick, and calm that it's making joseph nervous again.

you've done this before—plenty of times—and joseph knows that. hell, your credibility is why he asked you to do this for him in the first place.

the email was simple enough. vague even. with joseph mentioning that he was interested in your expertise, and is very interested in meeting up and start the beginning process, of what you call, the perfect match.

your response came an hour later—with an attached time and location for the following day.

and joseph is chalking up his fluttering stomach to the lack of time to get his brain accustom to this wild idea. not the way you're all pouty lips, and glossy hair, and asking him questions not even his therapist would. yeah it's definitely the haste of it all.

your fingers stop on the keyboard, and the lack of clicking instantly has joseph's spine straightening. like clock work, your eyes find his. there's a pause, no words yet falling from your tongue as instead, you just...study him. your gaze slowly trails over his face—his mouth and crinkly eyes and scattered moles. your head even tilts.

joseph gulps, watching you watch him, too scared to reach out and take ahold of his paper coffee takeaway cup, even though his mouth has turned into a sheet of sandpaper.

you hum, in what joseph can only hope is approval, and look away. you take a short sip out of your own cup, savouring the herbal taste of your tea for a few passes before swallowing.

"what's your ideal first date?"

oh so it's back to the questionnaire.

he shuffles in his seat and takes ahold of his drink. he doesn't raise it to his mouth, but instead runs his thumb over the toronto based cafe logo they’ve stamped onto the sleeve. it's smudged.

joseph shrugs a shoulder, "probably something active?"

"is that a question or an answer?" you quirk a perfectly styled eyebrow while the beginning stages, of what joseph can only assume is an amused smirk, tugs at your lips.

he forces a laugh. the sound awkward and a bit strained. can you tell he's nervous? "an answer."

"okay," you nod, although you don't look too convinced. but you're kind of smiling, so that has to mean something—right? you start typing again, presumably his response into the form.

you clear your throat, "activity like a jog in the park? or activity like the carnival?"

joseph shrugs again. god what is which the shrugging? "either. I'm an active person in general, so I don't mind sweating."

what the fuck is wrong with me? joseph thinks. face palming is looking real appealing right now.

you laugh, the sound light and airy. "sweat. got it—maybe I should make sure there's a sauna nearby on your date." at your own lame joke, you laugh again, and it makes joseph's stomach fall like he's just dropped on a rollercoaster. it's exciting and new and he kind of wants to hear you laugh again.

"okay," you wave a dissmissive hand, rolling your shoulders back like you're resetting into data collecting mode. "biggest turn off?"

"the typical things," this answer comes easy to him, continuing while you wait with attentive eyes. "being rude to waitstaff, bad hygiene, chewing with your mouth open."

a beat passes, and then joseph makes a triumphant noise, leaning further across the table like he's about to let you in on a big secret. perhaps he is. "and if she doesn't have a passion. that's a big no for me. it doesn't even have to be some big thing like...owning a company in 5 years. It could be as simple as a strawberry patch in her backyard."

joseph pauses, catching his growing enthusiasm before it gets too embarrassing. one of the major reasons joseph hasn't been in a real relationship for a greater part of the past is because most girls didn't have a desire to build their own life—they wanted to be a trophy wife.

and of course, joseph thinks there's nothing wrong with that. but for himself and his girl, he wants aspirations, and wants, and separate ideas.

you quirk an eyebrow, silently urging him to continue.

"that's important to me." he finishes, less passionate than before, even clearing his throat at an attempt to appear casual. spoiler alert: he's far from casual. joseph sits back against the wooden booth, clasping his hands together and quietly cracking his knuckles.

you purse your lips and make an apprentice noise. "got it."

and you start typing again. short painted nails—lilac with little flowers on your index and middle fingers—rapping against the dark keys as you input the response.

joseph waits patiently, eyes darting around the cafe as it slowly begins to pick up. it's nearing noon now, prime lunchtime, and with a line up beginning to form at the counter and tables beginning to fill, joseph only prays that nobody recognizes him.

that's the last thing he needs right now. because hiring a professional matchmaker for your dooming love life is embarrassing enough—having to explain it and see it headlining twitter for a week after would be even more so.

he clears his throat, tugging the forest green cap down further in an attempt to conceal his familiar face. joseph directs his attention back in your direction just as you finish.

"okay, last thing here—do you have sex on the first date?"

joseph nearly chokes on his saliva, and if he would’ve of had coffee in his mouth, he surely would've spat it all over your laptop in that moment. he can't stop the rose blush that rises up his neck and ears, "is that really on there?"

"yeah," you snort, "it's kind of important too."

"really?"

"really."

"okay then," joseph rubs the back of his neck, "no, I don't."

you squint questionably, "no?"

"no."

"it's okay if you do. I just need to know so I can match you with a girl who has similar...aspirations."

joseph is pretty positive he's the same shade as the lobster red coasters sitting on the table top. "I don't."

on cue, the rather rhythmic keyboards noises ensue.

curious to the process, joseph sits up, attempting to peer over the top of your laptop in a way that's subtle and not at all nosy. thankfully, you're too focused on the final steps to the beginning stages of the match making process, so you don't catch how joseph looks anything but subtle.

no, his neck is practically cricked with how far he's trying to stretch it. joseph almost knocks over your cup in the process, snapping him back to reality before he pulls back.

"so what?" he questions, "you just...run all that and find me a match?"

you hum without looking up. "pretty much."

a beat passes and a child cries somewhere in the cafe about wanting another cookie.

"how's that even work?"

you sigh, but not with annoyance. it's rather like you're simply just breathing to breathe. like you need to collect all your breath before going into a long winded explanation. "the computer shows me the most compatible matches based on your answers, and then I go through the ten or so profiles they show me, and narrow it down from there."

"so it's like...A.I?"

his question makes you look over the edge of your laptop, and into his blue ice coloured eyes. "not everything these days is A.I, joseph."

he nods and then stops, quirking a inquisitive eyebrow. "so it's not?"

"well...not completely."

oh god.

joseph thinks you must see the worry flash across his face—and weather you think it’s because you’re a phoney who just uses random artificial intelligence to find local singles, or if it’s because he’s gone white as a ghost thinking about the process is general—because you rattle off some corny joke about robots in an attempt to soothe him.

you laugh at yourself again.

and that seems to do a well enough job. joseph hastily takes his cup, all long fingers and palm enveloping the cup as he raises it for a drink.

once he puts the cup back down on the table, his eyes flicker back in your direction. it's almost ironic how it's in that very moment you finish up, a little sound of joy rumbling through your chest.

“tada,” you beam, hand coming down enthusiastically to pat the upholster booth—more specifically, the empty spot next to you.

joseph is hesitant for a moment, looking at the sliver of space between you and the edge of the booth. but you’ve got your bottom lip tucked between your teeth in a sad attempt to contain your smile and he just…cracks.

“wait, what's ta da?” he questions as he rounds the table, gently sitting down next to you. joseph’s got a clear view of your laptop screen now, and he almost blinks to death at how…statistical and professional your logs look.

call him crazy but joseph was fully expecting cupid arrows and red hearts.

“your first match,” you answer pointedly, “kimberly.”

joseph prepares the name, as if testing how it sounds from his mouth. “kimberly?”

“she's a semi-pro athlete who, in her free time, enjoys walks on the beach and watching sci-fi films and/or tv shows.” you rattle off her key attributes, which joseph is sure is some sort of bio. he’s starting to feel like he’s been transported into a real life game of tinder—this time, with a middle man. aka: you.

you click through some of her pictures, showing him a variety of selfies and activity filled snapshots. he nods like he’s approving, but really, he’s too focused on the way your thigh is pressed against his.

you also smell like unfairly good.

joseph leans in close, re-reading her side bar of information. his nose scrunches, “enjoys long walks on the beach? is she A.I?”

“no.”

he shoots you a look. “if you're sure.”

“I am.” you send him a wide smile and then at the speed of light, shut your laptop screen—so quick that joseph is pretty sure a gust of wind jostles his hair.

you tuck your previously open laptop into your bag, the sound of the zipper echoing through the cafe as you do it up.

joseph blinks in a daze, watching helplessly as you slide out of your side of the booth with ease, sandals slapping against the ground in a way that sounds like warm sun. “okay so…now what?” he questions while you’re still in hearing range.

it gathers your attention quickly, and you smile over a breathy sounding laugh. “now you go on a date. I'll get it all set up and text you the details.”

“that's it?”

“that's it.”

“huh, okay.”

you grab your empty cup, leaning half over him to do so. “get excited joe,” you whisper, manicured fingers fiddling with the flap of your cup sleeve. “because soon enough, you're going to be face to face with the love of your life.”

—

y/n

don’t forget, 3:00 you’re meeting Kimberly.

*links adress*

joseph

are you sure you can’t come

with me to make sure i’m doing okay?

y/n

well that would

be weird, now wouldn’t it?

—

this time you were late, and this time joseph knows it because he was late, and when his stark white shoes touched the tennis court 15 minutes ago, you weren't yet here.

at first, he just leaned against the metal chain link fence that encapsulates the court—one leg up, arms crossed and everything—but quickly abandoned that when joseph realized that he looked like a total douche.

its not long after he stops pacing the length of the pristine white sidelines that you come rushing in, hair pulled back and pink sports skirt flowing with the warm breeze—joseph thinks you look like the perfect summer song.

it's only after the casual chit chat where you both take out your rackets and move to opposite ends of the tennis court—the ball thumping between you rhythmically—that you begin asking him about his date with kimberly.

"pickle ball?" joseph asks you, brows drawn together like he can't decide if he's amused or in disbelief at your choice of an afternoon date between strangers. "who even likes pickle ball? it's like a boring version of tennis."

you hit the neon yellow ball and send him a look. "pickle ball is a less strenuous version of tennis," you start, racket touching the ball again. "I know it's not super sporty, but it is still an activity. and I know you said you like to sweat, so..."

joseph misses his hit, the ball smacking the chain fence before rolling back to his feet. "is that the reason you wanted to meet up here? because I implied that I like to sweat?"

"implied?" you quirk a brow, "or admitted?"

he serves, ball flying into the air before the racket makes contact. "yeah, yeah." joseph dismisses, but the smile on his face says anything but dismissal. "weird comment by me, i'll admit."

you snort, "i've heard it all, joe, trust me." sending the ball back over the net, you continue. "I invited you here because this is certainly less intense than sitting across from one another at some low light, overpriced cafe. I want you to tell me about your date, and if you feel awkward—like one would in that environment—you probably wouldn't have said anything."

"makes sense," joseph hums.

"or maybe I just wanted to see you get all sweaty." you smirk and whack the ball, sending it soaring in his direction. it barley misses his face—thankfully, joseph moves out of the way just in time—your flirtatious comment almost sending him into cardiac arrest.

and you just continue—like you didn't almost kill joseph in more ways than one. it takes a rough swallow and subtle shake of his head for joseph to calm down, serving the ball once more.

you giggle before gracefully hitting the ball back. “okay so what happened?”

he grunts, annoyed as the memories of his date yesterday run through his already frazzled head. “what didn't happen?”

“that bad?” you wince.

joseph whacks the ball, “well it started with the flowers.”

“don't tell me you didn't get her flowers.” you don’t hit the ball back, holding it in your clammy palm as you await joseph’s response. your breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling with every pant.

he laughs, rounding to your side of the court. his athletic shirt is damp with sweat, and as he approaches, you see the way the material is sticking to his shoulders and abdomen muscles.

“oh no, I got her flowers,” joseph pauses, “but turns out she hates flowers.”

“like?” you blink once, “all flowers?”

“all flowers.”

“what kind of girl hates all flowers?” your words are laced with disbelief and a little bit of humour. it’s funny know, but if you could’ve seen joseph face yesterday, holding a bouquet of daisies while his date while on and on about the patriarchy and her distaste for the gesture.

you tuck your racket under your arm as jospeh replies. “that kind apparently.” he takes the fuzzy, beat up tennis ball from your hand, and tucks it in the front pocket of his shorts.

naturally, you both find yourselves gravitating towards your abandoned bags, taking a much needed water break under the scorching sunshine beating down and bouncing around the court.

you both sit in the shade in mostly silence, nothing but the sound of the highway cars moving in the distance, and the breeze ruffling the leaves above you. joseph’s thigh keeps bumping against your knee as he eats peaches from a glass tupperware container he’d packed, wordlessly offering you thick slices every few minutes.

you take them happily, breathy little thank yous passing through your pink lips every single time—and now the relentless sun isn’t the only reason joseph feels like melting.

he takes a gulp from his water and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, collecting any traces of water or sweat lingering by his lips. “what made you start your business?” joseph inquires softly.

you screw the cap back onto your water, a little laugh rumbling your chest. “that's a good question.”

he naturally grins at the sound, “nobodies ever asked you?” joseph draws his legs up, bending his knees so he’s able to rest his damp forearms over them.

“not really?” you squint, “guess it never interested anybody enough.” absentmindedly, you gently begin scratching at your exposed ankles. joseph wonders if the grass is tickling you. he desperately wants to pull you away from the freshly cut lawn and onto his lap.

he shrugs instead. “I think it's interesting.”

a slow smile stretches across your face, “thanks, I guess I was just...tired.” you pause like you’re thinking of how to continue, manicured fingers pulling at the blades of grass under your feet. “—tired of these unrealistic dating standards, and wanted to do something about it in a way that is still modern.”

joseph listens, half squinting at the bright sun while he watches you twirl your hand through the air like they have a mind of their own. “hence the whole, middle man bumble idea.” you finish, a awkward laugh following suit—like you think that you sounds ridiculous or something like that.

it has joseph frowning, because to him, you sound so far from ridiculous. you sound like a proper business woman. it’s admirable.

he nudges your leg with his again, expect this time, it’s intentional and just as welcomed. “that's actually kind of clever.”

“thought of it after three glasses of red wine.” your nose scrunches.

“much more productive than what I do after three glasses of wine.”

you laugh, and just like the time at the cafe, the sound hits joseph at full throttle, lingering like an overfilled honey pot—sweet, warm and addictive.

like it would in your favourite beach read, the breeze picks up again, catching your loose hair and blowing it, exposing your neck and flushed cheeks.

joseph can’t help but to breathe in your springy scent and try and dissect every single note. something floral—jasmine maybe?—mixed with raspberry and fresh linen. he wants to bathe in it yet also never wants to smell it on anything but you ever again.

joseph is fully entranced by you.

you catch him watching you with that soft, boyish smile on his face. you half quirk an eyebrow, a teasing glimmer in your gaze that makes joseph blink.

he clears his throat, ignoring the way you giggle and sway gently with the breeze, naturally shifting to your left—closer to him.

“and it’s effective?”

“yeah,” you nod after a beat, mimicking his position with your arms crossed over your knees. “I mean i’ve gotten quite a few couple together. I’m actually attending a wedding in a few weeks for some previous clients. they were my first match.”

you smile fondly at the memory from many years ago—back when you were freshly 18 and new to the city. alone in your shoebox apartment with barely enough money to pay rent. it really started after a bad hinge date, and despite all your common interests on the app, you were anything but alike in person.

it was that night, once you got home and chugged some cheap red wine that didn’t fail in getting you drunk, that you started creating your brand. it was 5 months later after developing a website and setting up everything from questionaries, data and algorithms, that you meet your first client.

the rest was history.

“wow,” joseph notes, “that’s great.”

“yeah, good for them.” you agree easily, but there’s a hesitant twinge in your tone that has joseph double taking. something pangs in his chest while watching the way you nibble your inner cheek and stare off into the distance. and your eyes—saying so much, yet so little—is the sour cherry on top.

suddenly, it’s there. in his brain. a pricking question that falls off his tongue before joseph can properly think about how it sounds. because suddenly, he needs to know everything about you. about that longing look in your gaze.

“and what about you?” the words come quick, surprising both himself and you.

your eyes flutter in a sympathy of blinks. your brows draw together in curiosity as you turn back in his direction. “what about me?”

“is it effective with you?” a beat. “your love story.”

your breath catches. recognition flashes across your face, and then you’re letting out dismissive laugh. your stretch your arms out, elbows to your knees, and then shrug. “well, I don't have a love story to share. not yet.”

despite the humble nature of your answer, joseph senses the truth lingering there. deep past the surface. desperately, he wants to dive into your endless pool, dig and pull and keep discovering the girl that is sitting next to him. but before his lips can even part in unspoken question, you reach across him, stealing another slice of peach.

you smile playfully around the fruit, its delicious nectar dripping down your index finger and over the ring you wear there.

he clears his throat before any inappropriate ideas involving licking the peach juice from your skin can present themselves. “guess we’re in the same boat then,” he says instead.

you grin, “seems to be.”

“and hey,” joseph eats his own chunk of fruit, swallowing quickly so he can continue. “if you don’t hate flowers, you’re already a step ahead of kimberly in the husband finding game.”

“kimberly and those damn flowers.” you say through chewing.

“those damn flowers.” joseph reiterates with a teasing edge, earning another round of laughter from you.

it’s only after a few minutes pass, the sun still beating down like lava, and once you pull joseph up form the grass, both your rackets laying at your feet—you challenging him to another round of tennis where you swear you’ll win—is when joseph decides this is the best date he’s ever had.

and it’s not even a date.

—

y/n

did you send me flowers??

joseph

yes

y/n

why?

joseph

because

y/n

okay. thank you

y/n

you’ve got a date friday at the ROM. her name is britney

—

all joseph can focus on right now is the way your floral dress keeps catching the breeze, soft fabric brushing against his thigh with every pass.

and it's kind of unfortunate for him, because he's run into three different people and almost smacked into a lamppost all because of your dress.

you move through the downtown farmers market with ease. like you've do this every saturday. and there's no doubt in joseph’s head that you do come and browse the little street market—tote bag slung over your shoulder and cute tennis shoes padding along the concrete, rain or shine.

and based on the way you happily greet the old man sitting behind a strawberry stand—introducing joseph as your great friend—stealing a few juicy berries in accompany, he gets his conformation. you are definitely a frequent customer.

you've already peppered him about his last date. in fact, you started as soon as joseph shut his car door—miraculously finding a spot in the bustling market lot—jump scaring him from where you snuck up behind him.

"how was your date?" your cheery voice sounded.

joseph had jolted in surprise, spinning on his heels to face you. hand over his racing heart. "it was..." he swallowed, "not the best."

the problem wasn't the actual date location. unlike the pickle ball from his first date, joseph actually liked the museum. the royal ontario museum was a place he'd been before, but the place never failed to amaze him. history was right up his alley.

but not up his dates. britney. and she made it known the entire 2 hours and 41 minutes—to be exact—that she was miserable. nothing was interesting enough. it was too busy. it smelt like ancient shit—in her words. joseph thought it smelt like lemon floor cleaner, but whatever.

when he recited the date to you, both of you walking side by side through the crowded street, you had just listened in the way that you do. brows a little scrunched and lips a little downturned. eyes darting between him and the passing booths. other people would take that as you not paying attention, but joseph knows otherwise.

"i'm sorry," you had mumbled once the silence stalled between you, bottom lip held between your teeth. "she sounds..."

"awful?" joseph prompted.

you snorted, "you said it, not me."

joseph keeps replaying that little breathless sound —half laugh and half amused scoff—like a broken record in his head. but unlike an actual broken record, joseph actually enjoys this sequence. your laugh, the crinkling by the corner of your eyes, and your damn dress.

"are you two a couple?" a raspy feminine voice pulls joseph out of his own head. blinking a few times, he realizes that you've comes to a stop, and naturally— and absentmindedly—joseph had followed suit.

it's a long table, covered in a dark blue sheet decorated in constellations and stars. on top of the table is crystals. hundreds and hundreds of crystals. clearly, it had caught your eye. and clearly, you and joseph had caught the eye of the old lady on the other side.

your eyes flicker towards her, lips parting as the words register. "oh," you breathe, looking over at joseph—who nervously rubs the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. "no, no," you laugh, adjusting your bag. "just good friends."

"ah." the lady notes, eyes skeptical while they dance between you.

your finger delicately smooths over a small purple stone as you continue. "i'm actually attempting to set him up on a few dates," you laugh again. once. "we're trying to find his dream girl."

a flash of amusement covers the old ladies wrinkled face. she hums. in approval or disapproval, joseph isn't too sure.

"it's not going great so far." you tell her, eyes slowly finding joseph's where you send him a pitiful look, a guilty curl to your lips.

the old lady moves before joseph can say anything, her jewelry clinking together as she grabs a handful of deep orange stones. "well, i've got the perfect crystal for you, young man."

"garnet," she continues, palm held out to show you both the crystal. "described as a passionate and strong gemstone that can be used to attract love and relationships."

you make a noise, one that sounds similar to a gasp. "we'll take it." you reach into your bag, "how much?"

"10 for both."

joseph reaches for his wallet before you even locate yours, slipping a 10 dollar bill out of its fold and hands it over. it's then that the lady passes him the crystals. he holds one out to you, and with a hesitant grin, you take it.

"are you trying to tell me something?"

you bid goodbye or the vendor and begin walking down the sidewalk once more. joseph shrugs, "no. just...sharing the love?"

you snicker, "cheesy. funny." you tuck the crystal into your bag, elbow briefly bumping joseph's bicep as you do. "although you kind of said it like a question, so i'm not sure how much you mean it." you tease.

joseph breathes through his nose lowly. a laugh of some sort. it seems to do the trick because you're grinning easily, briefly swaying into his side before falling back into you're regular pace.

your crystal sitting comfortably in your bag, and joseph sitting close in his pocket.

a beat of silence settles between you—with you content basking in the warmth of the sun and listening to the background murmur that comes from the market. joseph watches with his own smile as you grin at two young children, running between you both—shrieking about smoothies from one of the vendors.

the latter of the two, a boy no older than 7, smiles shyly at you. his freckled cheeks warming under your pretty, passing greeting.

and yeah little man, joseph thinks, me too.

"can I ask you something?"

you squint over at joseph. "sure."

he looks back at you—really looks at you—and it almost makes you want to shy away. and you do start to—shy away that is—nervously tucking some fallen pieces of hair from your braid behind your ear, giving your hands something to do so you don't physically reach out and cover joseph's eyes like a weirdo.

it's really no use though, because the breeze automatically untucks your hair once more.

"how are you single?" joseph’s steps falter, coming to a full stop while nothing short of a flabbergasted expression pulls at his brows.

you follow suit, angling your body towards him as you too come to a stop on the sidewalk. "huh?"

"like..." he trails off, running his palms down the back of his shorts. you can see the gears turning in his head, no doubt trying to articulate an answer that he deems suitable. joseph is smart like that.

"you're a relationship expert who's ridiculously sweet and creative." he continues wistfully, a look in his eyes that makes your heart rate increase. joseph swallows harshly before continuing on, "plus you're funny, and compassionate and not to mention beautiful..." an awkward, short laugh, "so what's that about?"

naturally you get warm and fuzzy at the compliment. but thankfully instead of totally freaking out and doing something stupid like saying he's even more beautiful—you shrug, tote bag swinging with your movement.

"guys usually just...don't understand my work." it's not a good answer, but it's the real one.

it's also one that makes joseph frown in curiosity. "they don't like it?"

you shake your head.

"why?"

you tuck the hair again, it immediately falls. you don't fix it. “I meet up with single guys for a living." your tone is light, but still holds that reminder element that thankfully, he seems to understand without any further explanation.

"well," he scoffs, "those guys who have a problem with your job sound insecure."

"yeah, they probably are." you note.

"and you?" you question once the both have started the steady walk back through the market.

"me?" he's got his hands shoved into his khaki short pockets, feeling the rough edges of the granite beneath his rough finger tips.

"yeah," a smile blossoms on your lips at the sound of his innocent tone. "how come you've been single for so long?"

"mostly because of my job," he looks your way, "I travel a lot and don't really have time to be present in a relationship," a shrug, "but I don't know i'm just...ready."

you nod thoughtfully, smile unwavering. "why now?"

it takes a moment for joseph to think of his answer, but after a few seconds—and you getting sidetracked by a middle aged lady offering our fresh pears—which you gracefully accept—he answers. "I see how happy my teammates are with their girlfriends. how they make it work. and I just thought, if they can do it, what's stopping me from finding the one?"

your hair blows across your face, momentarily distorting your vision. before you can attempt to bruh it away yourself, joseph gently reaches out, brushing his fingers over your face, collecting your hair before tucking it back behind your ear.

you're not sure if it's because the breeze has stopped or because you're completely frozen in place, but your hair seems to not fall away this time. you almost wish it did fall away though, because you would do anything to feel his touch again.

it seems silly really, the way you've completely been encapsulated in your own little world. joseph's eyes trickle away from where his fingers sit near your ear, finding yours with the upmost tenderness and warmth. your breath catches.

a child cries about spilled ice cream just as live music booms a few vendors down, and suddenly you're back to the present.

you blink rapidly just as joseph's pulls his hand away from your face.

you laugh, albeit awkwardly, while smoothing the end of your braid under your palm. you squint through the sun up at him. "I think we're close." you blurt out.

joseph blinks is suprise, a nervous bob to his adam's apple. "we are?"

"yeah." a firm nod, and you pull out your phone. "I was uh—looking at some matches before I came here, and I think I found your next girl." you swipe through a few photos on your screen before passing joseph the phone.

he blinks, a wave of something that feels a whole lot similar to disappointment washing over him. "oh. right."

you lean in close, peeking around his arm to continue swiping through the pictures. you're so fucking close that joseph can feel your body heat and smell your perfume. suddenly, he feels extremely lightheaded, and the only thing keeping him from hitting the ground is deep breaths through his nose—savouring your scent like it’s his own personal drug.

"her name is amanda," you swipe, and a knew photo of the girl is there. this one is a selfie, and the first thing he can think is that she looks nothing like you.

—

joseph

so umm, she cancelled on me. something about needing to stay late at work

y/n

shit! i'm so sorry. god Im on such a shit streak you probably think i'm a phoney

joseph

nah not at all

y/n

i'm still sorry

joseph

if you want to make it up to me, you can come with me instead?

y/n

yeah

y/n

yeah! okay, i'll be there in 10

—

your stomach is still heavy from the greasy late night diner food you scarfed down less than half an hour ago. it's that borderline state of uncomfortable and sickly, and you're sure if you were back in joseph's car—with the combination of soft leather seats, rumbling engine and old country playing quietly through the speakers—you would be lulled to sleep.

it's was only about two hours ago you got to his place, and when joseph proposed the idea to get some greasy food and then take a walk on the beach—a much more relaxed vibe than the original plan to go to an arcade for his adrenaline junkie date.

joseph hates arcades.

so do you, so the impromptu more lazy date had you sold within minutes—even though you gave him side eye about the quote on quote ‘greasy food.’ aren’t athletes supposed to like stay far away from anything that goes in a deep fryer??

when you asked him if 9 pm burgers would mess up whatever kind of sweat including activities he’s contractually obliged to obtain, joseph just grinned. which was enough of an answer.

the sand sticks to your feet as you and joseph lazily trudge along the beach, footsteps imprinting on the strip of wet sand that sits between the dry sand and water. it’s gotten chilly since the sun has gone down, and you’ve been completely swallowed up by the hoodie joseph let you wear.

it was so chivalrous, the way he just pulled it of his own back—in the sexy way that boys do, of course—and passed it to you when he caught sight of your pebbled skin.

the entire evening has just…been like that though. routine like. perfect. easy. right. when joseph really gets thinking about it, the past two months of knowing you as been just that. easy. easy in the best way possible. easy in a way that makes him feel like a schoolboy with a crush on the girl who sits beside him.

from the way you look standing next to him—catching the sight in the reflection of the diner window—to the way you flow from conversation to conversation, getting lost in random topics from tiktok trends to the rainforest. it easy. its how this whole dating thing is supposed to feel.

joseph knows it then. in that moment. this—this fluttering, nervous feeling, pumping through his blood—is the one he came into this situation searching for. longing for, even. and sure, at the beginning, when he was sitting in that booth in the middle of the cafe waiting for you to show, joseph wasn’t expecting anything from this.

the whole thing was a last minute decision and final resort before inevitably downloaded raya again.

but know he’s thinking about you and your pop up ad he noticed on instagram. maybe joseph wasn’t meant to find your work. but rather: you.

joseph watches you now, face lit up under the cast of light off the moon. you’re animatedly talking about the book you finished this afternoon, hands waving around while you describe the perfect kiss scene—and joseph just…toatlly cuts you off.

“I don’t think this is working out for me.” it’s a rude and awkward way to start this whole thing. joseph is well aware of that the second it comes out of his mouth.

your face falters, just as your steps do. “what’s not?”

the wind catches his t-shirt, blowing it against his torso in some kind of cinematic way. joseph ignores it. he swallows roughly, already thinking of a hundred different things he could say to wipe the beginning of that frown off your face.

“the statistic stuff.” he finishes.

this time when your face changes, it’s more in relief than anything else. you had thought joseph was like…friend dumping you? and somehow it was the worse kind of feeling you’ve ever experienced in any kind of relationship. which is kind of terrifying.

“was it the canceled date that did it?”

“y/n-“

“or was it the bore?” you ask, eyebrows pulled in thought as you undoubtedly think back to the other week and the disaster museum date joseph had been on. “what was her name?”

joseph’s plump lips part, but before he can say anything, you’re listing off names. names that definitely did not belong to his date. “bethany? betty?”

“-y/n.”

you’re in your own little world, continuing on like he’s not actively trying to get your attention. and you’re aloofness isn’t on purpose—he can tell that simply by the way you’re nibbling at your bottom lip with your teeth. you’re just nervous and rambling and trying not to think about the way he’s looking at you right now.

“-nope it was definitely the first date.” you laugh incredulously, running a hand through your wind swept hair. “seriously, I still can’t over the girl hating flowers. like she had to be allergic or something right?”

joseph breathes out, the corner of his lips quirking upwards in amusement. “maybe.”

you say his name, quieter than your previous rant.

he says yours. sure of it. sure if you.

“i’m sorry for putting you through all this shit.” you murmur earnestly, body naturally swaying closer to his as the late night wind swirls all around you—grains of sand continuing to smack against your ankles.

his brows pull as he reaches for you—like it’s practically second nature—taking ahold of one hand with his. “it’s not shit,” joseph says, tone final. “what you do is amazing. seriously.”

“but it’s not for you.”

“no,” he pauses. swallows the lump in his throat. and goes for it. “but you are.”

your eyes widen and your hand goes limp in his. you blink a few times. “I am?”

“I mean, yeah?” a pass of nervous laughter sounds between you, joseph rubbing at the back of his neck with his free hand. “at least I really hope so. because I started falling for you the moment you walked into the cafe two months ago.”

“I think I’m speechless.” you tell him after a moment, a little trembling laugh following suit. your eyes lock, and it feels like everything is being said.

he exhales through a half awkward smile, “that’s okay, I think i’m talking enough for the both of us.”

your eyes, which had very briefly traveled down to your connected hands—to where joseph’s thumb was absentmindedly stroking your knuckles—snap back up to his face.

“I like when you talk.” you say.

“that’s good,” he laughs painfully, hand clammy in yours. “because i’m definitely sounding like an idiot right now.”

you shake your head, shuffling closer into his space as you reassure him. “you’re not. you’re…perfect.”

mere minutes ago you couldn’t stop thinking about having to try and put your shoes back on at the car with your sandy toes. and know all you can think about it kissing joseph. or maybe, perhaps, you’ve always been thinking about it.

it’s hard not to think about joseph. not when he’s the perfect, most amazing guy you’ve ever met. a guy who shares his peach slices and tucks your hair behind your ear and buys you crystals and your late night meal.

you smile shyly, looking down at your bare feet in the sand, while the last few minutes settle in your heart. “joe,” the nickname rolls off your tongue like honey, “you asked about my love story, and I think I know it now.”

his fingers flex around you. “yeah?”

“yeah,” you hum. “and you?”

a wide, boyish grin automatically splits his face at your playful question. he pretends to think it over, all exaggerated humming and looking deep in thought—and you tut your tongue, pulling your hand from his to smack his peck. you’re only playing, and joseph loves it.

he takes ahold of your fingers before you can properly pull away, holding your hand to his chest. “I know now, that my heart was just waiting for you. it’s found you.”

you smile and then in a whisper, ask him to say that again. and then again. the second time joseph laughs, loud and proud, taking ahold of your face with his hands.

he tilts your face up, creating enough space to swoop down and into your space. “it’s found you,” joseph says those three words for the third time, lips brushing yours with each syllable.

and then, he kisses you. hands on your face and in your hair, holding you like he simply can’t get enough of your mouth. and in all honestly, he can’t.

you kiss him back like you’ve done it before, and that solidifies everything. under the moonlight, in the nipping air, with sand drying on your legs, you and joseph fall into one another like it’s what was meant to happen between you. this is the love story, and just like every great one, took a few bad dates to get there.

later that night, when you’re back in your warmly lit apartment—after many more stolen kisses and delicate hands—your phone lights up, indicating a new message.

joseph

I miss you like an embarrassing amount already

and yeah, you could definitely get used to this match made in heaven stuff—never mind those damn statistics.

[nanaslutt]

Ok but giving gojo road head and he feels so good he has to pull over in the nearest parking lot to properly enjoy it oh my god just imagine his head bent backwards and his mouth open eyes closed moaning I can’t I need to suck his cock honestly ❤️ and maybe like if ur feeling a tad bit silly he could be a head pusher in this one 😁😁😁teehee just maybe ONLY jf ur feeling silly nana mwah!

OH I LOVE THIS we’re getting straight into this oh em gee

contains: fem reader, oral(m!receiving), sensitive!gojo, sooooo much dirty talk, road head :p, manhandling, throat fucking, headpusher!gojo <3

MDNI

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Your hands were all over Gojo, trying to rip off his belt, unzip his pants, and get his cock out as quick as possible.

“Baby slow downn,” he laughed, “My cock ain’t goin anywhere,” He placed a big hand on top of your own while you tried to undo his belt.

“We’ll be home in 20 minutes, ‘s my girl that needy?” he smirked. You ignored his teasing, pushing his hand out of the way; making him giggle and submit, placing it back on the wheel with his other hand.

You had just finished going shopping together. Gojo needed a new designer suit for some fancy get together with the jujutsu higher ups soon, dragging you along with him.

You protested at first, not wanting to spend your day off suit shopping with gojo. You would much rather cuddle up with him on the couch, but you didn’t want to be alone, so you caved, letting him drag you along with him.

And god damn it if you weren’t glad you did. Tight fitting suit after suit being tried on, all tailored perfectly to his measurements, accentuating his big biceps and toned frame.

Watching him roll up his cuffs and fiddle with his jacket was making your mouth water. You were clenching your thighs as he smoothed his big hands down his chest, veiny hands coming up to tighten the tie on his neck.

“How do I look baby? Ya like this one?” He asked, completely unaware of how something so simple as him trying on suits made you want to devour him right this second.

He found out your true feelings later, bringing you back to the car as you finally undid his difficult zipper after struggling with it for a while, reaching your smaller hands into his pants to pull his semi-hard cock out.

“You got this worked up while I was playin dress up? So dirtyy~,” he teased, biting his lip and smirking while you stroked his length in your warm hands, getting him fully erect.

“Satoru,” you said sternly, leaning your body over the center console and placing your mouth inches from his cock, “shut. up.” The second your words were out his cock was filling up your mouth, quickly falling into a rhythm as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, making his hips jolt up into your mouth when he drove over a bump, making you gag.

“Ahh- A-hh shittt baby,” Satoru groned, eyes fluttering as he tried to keep his focus on the road, occasionally dropping his gaze to watch the show you were putting on for him.

He dropped a heavy hand on your head, pushing down slightly, making you wince as it hit the back of your throat, “Thought you wanted my cock so bad huh? Cant take it?” he smirked, relishing in the feeling of you swallowing around him, trying to hold back your gags.

Your hand came up to place it on top of his challengingly, pushing his hand down against you. “Oh yeah?” he smirked. Gojo’s fingers curled into your hair as leverage as he started bobbing your mouth up and down on him like a cock sleeve.

“Such a thirsty girl- fuckkk- such a tight fucking throat.” He was trying his best to keep the acceleration of the car at one speed, his legs jerking and jolting every so often when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, making his driving a little sketchy.

The vibrations from your moans combined with the tightness of your throat as you choked around him was going straight to his balls, “Gonna make me c-crash the fuckin car holy shiiiiit,” he whined, jaw dropping as moans repeatedly fell from his tongue.

Gojo couldn’t take this for much longer, he yanked you back from his dick, popping your mouth off of him with a wet sound as you coughed and sputtered in the air, hand immediately coming down to stroke him still.

“Gotta pull over, ‘s too fuckin much” he said out of breath, face red and heart beating out of his chest as he took the next exit the freeway provided.

His abs were clenching, back coming off from the back of his seat as you rubbed your thumb on the underside of his cock, right under his head, “Babyyyy, killin me, h-hold on just hold on please,” he wined, his big hand coming down to grip your wrist tight as he frantically searched for a semi secluded place to pull over.

Once he found a nice gravel patch off the side of the road covered decently with thick trees he turned the wheel a little too hard to the side, car rocking the both of you as you settled into the spot.

Gojo quickly put the car into park and flipping his hazards on before he brought you back down onto his cock, “All yours baby, take my fucking dick,” he groaned.

Your lips immediately came to suckle on his tip, before sliding down the length of his cock again. This time he just let his hand rest on your head, slightly pushing down on the downstroke.

His head was tipped back against the seat as loud groans and wines spilled from his slack jaw, “goddd baby that feels so good-“ he choked out, running his hands through your hair.

His abs clench when you swallow around him, moans being cut off with a gag when his dick reached too deep in your throat.

You pop your lips off his dick, rotating your wrist around him while while you jerk him off, “yeah? my throat feel good?” you moan, biting your lip while smiling up at him.

“Yes yes so fucking good pretty, so good” He smiled back at you. His big hand comes up to grip your neck, squeezing as he pulls you up to his mouth, “Don’t stop jerkin’ me off” He whispers before he crashes your lips together, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

The kiss is so messy; whenever you twisted your twist around his wet tip his jaw would fall open, and his pretty blue eyes would roll back in his head.

“Fuuuuck, Im so close- fuck-“ He moaned into your mouth, gojo’s body jerking when you started pumping him more vigorously.

“Wanna cum d-down ur throat princess, cmon, why don’t you suck my dick again, huh?” His grip still hard on your neck as he gave it w squeeze to emphasize his need.

Gojo was trying his hardest to keep his composure, trying to stave off his orgasm long enough to at least feel your lips around him again, but your hand movements around his cock was making that task feel impossible.

You bit your lip and nodded, feeling his member start to pulse in your hand. He released your neck, letting you drop your head down to his cock again.

You started to kitten lick the tip softly, dipping your tongue into his leaky slit; but gojo was having none of that.

Without warning he shoved the entirety of his cock down your throat, bobbing your head up and down with his new grip on your hair, “Sorry baby, cant put up w-with your fuckin’ teasing when i’m this close” He smirked down at you, watching you struggle to take him.

You adjusted quickly, breathing through your nose so you wouldn’t choke, and focusing on sucking and rolling your tongue around him to get him to finish as fast as possible.

“Yesyesyes just like that fuck- right there-“ His grip tightened at his head fell back with a ‘thmp’ against the headrest when your tongue caressed a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of his dick.

You were paying special attention to the thick vein running along the underside of his cock, and it made him feel fucking dizzy. His head was spinning every time your mouth fully engulfed him.

You continued your ministrations, letting the massive man above you manhandle you; pulling and tugging at your hair for his own pleasure, and steadily bringing himself to his orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum babe, oh my godd” He let his chin fall back down, jaw slack and eyes heavy as he watched your mouth create a mess of spit all over his cock.

Spit strings connected from your chin to his abdomen and balls, the feeling of you moaning and gagging around him; it was all too much.

You felt his cock twitch before you tasted him; his heavy hand pushing you to the base of his dick as hot ropes of his cum shot down your throat.

You swallowed his cum up greedily, like it was the antidote for some poison to save your life. “Fu-uuuck yeahhh” he wined, biting his lip hard watching you try to keep up with his orgasm flooding your mouth, “Just-like-that- swallow it alllll,” he emphasized by thrusting his too sensitive dick into your mouth.

His whole body was buzzing, long legs shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, mind feeling like jello as the aftershocks ran through his body.

When the stimulation became too much for him; and right when your vision started to be covered in black dots from asphyxiation; he pulled you away from his dick.

Still holding your hair as your hand came down to rub at your throat, coughing and gasping for air in the process. “Show me.” he demanded.

Your foggy mind knew exactly what he meant; sticking out your tongue you showed him how you swallowed every last drop of his seed into your tummy, smiling when you put your tongue back in your mouth.

Gojo’s big hand came up to pat your cheek, releasing your hair and opting to grip your jaw in his hand, “Good fucking girl baby~” He cooed, smashing your faces together.

You felt his tongue dart inside your mouth, greedily licking around, trying to taste himself in your mouth.

He pulled away with a smirk, spit string connecting the two of you as he gave you a quick peck, “God i’m still fucking shaking haha” He laughed breathlessly, making you giggle.

Gojo stared into your eyes for a couple more seconds, biting his lip looking at the expanse of your face before his sighed, dropping his hold on your chin.

“Okaayyyy~” He sighed out, tucking himself back in his pants and buckling his seatbelt back up.

By this point you were positive you had drenched a spot through your panties, pants, and his car seat with how aroused you felt, so you felt ecstatic at his next words.

Putting on his blinker and pulling out into the street, his big hand came to rest on your thigh, patting it a couple times before speaking, “I’m gonna eat your pussy till your fucking crying when we get home as thanks for that.”

[bloatedandalone04]

My Drug is My Baby

➪the one where you and rafe can’t keep your hands off each other during your honeymoon.

Warnings: kook rafe/pogue reader, swearing, fluff (barely), smut, unprotected sex, semi-public smut, slight exhibition kink, hair pulling, dirty talk, size difference/kink, cock warming i think, spanking (whoops), rafe’s an ass man, i said what i said, he’s also a dom, bc obviously. (all i’ve been thinking about lately is rafe, so i’m doing something about it, yw).

Word Count: 2.5k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Rafe never thought he’d be one to get his life in order or find a nice girl to settle down with and get married to, but here he is in a stunning (and very expensive) resort in Florida with you by his side. 

Wrapped around your finger were two rings, one holding a large, heavy diamond, and the other being a simple wedding band. ‘Simple’, yet it was embedded with smaller diamonds. 

Around Rafe’s finger was a gold band that showed every girl at this resort who gave him the ‘fuck me’ eyes how committed he is to you and only you, and how they could waste their time all they want. He’d be a fucking idiot to ever let you go. 

It was kind of crazy to think that less than a year ago, you were just another Pogue and he was a Kook who vowed to never do more than sleep with someone who was much less privileged than he was, but now he is married to you. Really, the standards of the society pretty much flew right out the window the second he saw you. 

You were drop dead gorgeous, the most beautiful girl Rafe had ever seen. And though his friends told him to not waste his time with someone like you, Rafe was really fucking glad that he promptly ignored them and got you to go on a date with him, because less than four months after that date, you were engaged, and only five months later, you were married. 

And now you were on your honeymoon and even more clingy and touchy than ever. Rafe never thought of himself as a very touchy person, but with you, he wanted to touch you all the time. Holding your hand in stores or on the street, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind when standing in lines, having his arm draped around your shoulders while sitting on the couch, or placing his hand on your thigh while in a car. 

Right now, he was leaning back on a pool lounger with you in his arms, your back pressed against his bare chest as his fingers traced random shapes onto the skin of your stomach. For some reason, ever since that first date, Rafe couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you. You were so much smaller than him, but you fit perfectly against him, he couldn’t help but want to touch you everywhere all the time. 

He had fallen so in love with you in so little time, he wasn’t sure if the honeymoon phase would ever end. And honestly, he didn’t want it to.

The sun was beating down on the both of you, but the breeze from the empty, still pool helped keep you from overheating. You sighed quietly, leaning more against him as you closed your eyes, the sun still very bright even through your sunglasses. “It’s so pretty here, Rae,” you mumbled, turning your head to place a soft kiss to his heated skin. “Makes me want to never leave. I want to stay right here, with you, for the rest of my life.”

That sounded amazing to Rafe, and he wouldn’t mind starting every morning exactly like this for the next week. He’d gone all out on both the wedding and the honeymoon, spending a pretty penny on them to ensure you’d have the best experience during both events. The room you were staying in was huge, and it has a huge bed that Rafe had fucked you in for a solid hour on your first night here.

He couldn’t help it and he couldn’t be blamed. You were his wife now. You were all his.  

Rafe laughed, the deep sound vibrating your back as his breath tickled the shell of your ear. “I’d be more than willing to stay right here if you want to spend the rest of your life on top of me,” he teased, his fingers dipping lower to brush against the inside of your thigh. “We’ve got a whole week ahead of us, baby. A week of doing nothing but this all day. And you’re looking really fucking hot right now.” His other hand moved to grope your breast, his thumb brushing against your nipple through the thin fabric of your bikini top as his lips found your pulse point and kissed it gently. 

“Rae,” you laughed quietly, pressing your thighs together as you leaned back against him more firmly, your sunglasses sliding down your nose until you just decided to take them off. “We’re in public…you can’t say that to me.” Your words were a feeble attempt at teasing him, because he had rented the room that came with the private pool and patio. No one was around to hear you, let alone see you. 

Rafe smirked, licking and sucking at your neck before he lifted his head, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “I can say whatever the fuck I want to my wife,” he murmured into your ear, his hand sliding back up your thigh until his fingers grazed the edge of your bikini bottoms. His teeth gently tugged at your earlobe as his hand slid beneath the red fabric, his lips curving when he heard your sharp inhale. “Are you forgetting that this place belongs to us for the next eight days? No one’s around to see my pretty girl get all needy for me.”

“Rafe,” you whined, biting down on your lip as you arched your back and subtly spread your thighs a bit wider. You turned your head again and pressed your face against the side of his neck, brushing soft kisses along his skin. “God, you’re so hot, baby.”

Rafe groaned, his cock starting to harden as his fingers slid through your slick folds. “Mmm, you’re so wet for me,” he mumbled, his middle finger dipping inside your wet heat before he pulled it back out and brought it up to his lips for a taste. “So fucking good, baby.”

He leaned in and kissed you deeply as his hands gripped your hips, turning you on his lap so you’re properly straddling him. Slowly, he guided you to grind against him, the outline of his cock evident through the dark fabric of his trunks. 

“Ride me, pretty girl,” he rasped against your mouth, his fingers playing with the thin strings of your bikini on either side of your hips. One pull, and your lower half would be bare, and the thought was becoming more and more appealing to him the longer you moved on top of him. 

“Like this?” You asked, already breathless as you caressed his face in your hands, your clothed pussy rubbing against his cock through the fabric of his shorts. 

Rafe groaned, tipping his head back on the chair. “Exactly like that, baby,” he muttered, his hands gripping your ass as he guided you to move a bit faster. “Just like that.”

The rough fabric of his swimming trunks brushed deliciously against your clit, making you moan a bit louder and brace your hands on his shoulders for more support. 

You were so hot, Rafe couldn’t believe that you were all his. The sexy, shameless woman riding his lap in public was all his. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered, leaning up and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue brushed against yours, one of his hands tangling in your hair as he bucked up against you. He broke the kiss, his head dropping onto your shoulder as he grunted, “I need to be inside you, baby. Right now.” 

With that, he wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted you as he stood up, carrying you towards the sliding doors that lead back into the suite. You squealed, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist as you peppered kisses along his neck. “You love me so much,” you teased, nuzzling your nose behind his ear as he slid the door closed behind him, not bothering to close the curtains as he walked over to the bed and pulled at the strings of your bikini bottoms, letting the damp fabric fall to the floor. 

“Yeah, I fucking do,” he agreed, giving your ass a firm squeeze before tossing you onto the king sized bed. You bounced a bit as you tried to steady yourself, a needy whine of excitement leaving your lips.  “Get on your knees for me, baby.”

When you quickly turned around and braced yourself up on your hands and knees, Rafe stepped towards the bed, one of his hands running along the length of your spine. His other hand came down onto your ass, giving it a sharp smack that made a loud moan slip past your lips. 

God, you were so fucking sexy and so perfect for him, Rafe would never get enough. “That’s for getting me so addicted to you,” he mumbled before pulling at the strings of his shorts and pushing them down his legs. He propped one knee up on the bed next to yours, keeping one foot planted firmly on the floor as gripped your waist. “You’re so perfect, aren’t you? My perfect girl.” 

Rafe gripped the base of his cock with one hand, running his length along your wet folds before bumping his tip against your clit a few times. “Rae,” you whined, clearly getting more and more riled up from his teasing. 

He smirked before guiding himself inside you, your soaked walls making him slide in with ease. Rafe groaned, his teeth sinking into his lip as he refrained from railing you like he wanted to. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, his palm soothing your reddening skin from his previous smack. 

When he pulled back nearly all the way and then slid right back in, you let out a loud moan, your hands fisting the sheets of the unmade bed. “Fuck,” you whimpered, your head falling forward as he began to slowly fuck you from behind. 

“That’s it, baby,” Rafe grunted, moving his hips in slow, deep thrusts as he pulled at the string of your top, making the fabric hang loosely from your neck before you tugged it off and tossed it aside carelessly. 

He leaned down and pushed your hair to the side so he could press open mouthed kisses to the back of your neck, one of his hands reaching around to squeeze your breast. His grip on your waist tightened as he increased the pace, the soft slap of skin on skin filling the room as he began to pound into you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. So wet and tight for me,” he panted, leaning over you as he changed the angle just slightly. Your moans grew louder, your arms shaking a bit as his cock reached even deeper inside you, making his lips turn upwards in a smug smirk. “You like that, pretty girl? You love being stuffed full of me, don’t you?”

Rafe’s mouth was filthy both in and out of the bedroom, something he knew you loved, and that was very obvious from the way you clenched around him and got even louder. “Yes,” you answered, your body jolting forward with every deep thrust. “Fuck…yes.”

It was hard to believe that ten minutes ago, you were simply in his arms by the pool, and now here you are, on your hands and knees for him as he railed you from behind, your body completely bare for his greedy eyes and hands. His perfect little wife.

“Fuck, listen to those pretty noises you’re making,” he grunted, his hand gripping your waist tightly as he guided you back onto his cock. You were so tight, he could literally see the way your walls hugged him and took him in so deep every time he entered you, and the sight had his abs tensing as he groaned loudly. His free hand slid up your back until he had a fistful of your hair, and he tugged your head back just enough for you to feel it but not hard enough to hurt you. 

The bed, though sturdy, clearly wasn’t prepared for the rough fucking Rafe planned to give you every day for the next week since it creaked with every thrust, and he briefly wondered just how many honeymoon’s this suite had seen, and how many horny newly-weds this bed had fallen victim to. 

One thing he knew for sure was that you were the prettiest bride that had ever and will ever stay in this room, and he was one lucky fucker. 

When he gave your hair a sharp tug, you let out a whiny moan and clenched around him again, and Rafe knew you were close. “Yeah, that’s it. Cum for me, baby,” he rasped, speeding up even more until you were mumbling and moaning incoherently as your head tipped back onto his shoulder. He kissed all over the side of your neck and face as you came on his cock, his grip on your hair loosening as he fucked you through your high. 

“Rae,” you whimpered, shaking in his arms as you relied solely on him to keep you upright. 

“I got you, sweet girl,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw as he slowed his pace, his own high creeping up on him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, baby. You feel too good.” 

Your face turned a faint shade of pink as you leaned your head back on his shoulder, your arm lifting up as you tangled your fingers in his hair. “Cum for me, Rafe,” you encouraged weakly, nearly limp in his arms as you trembled from the sensitivity. 

His hand groped your breast, his thumb and index finger gently pinching your nipple as he buried himself as deep as physically possible and emptied himself inside you. “Fuck,” he grunted, pressing his face against the side of your neck as his hips jerked and stuttered, his cock filling you up with ropes of white. 

Once you had drained him of every drop, Rafe’s hand released your breast as his arm wrapped around your middle, slowly guiding you back on the bed as he leaned over you. 

“You’re so perfect, baby. I love you so fucking much, more than anything,” he mumbled, peppering your sweaty shoulder in kisses as he carefully rolled onto his side, pulling you with him so he was holding you from behind. “Stay just like this…I don’t wanna pull out yet.”

His words were slurred as his body still thrummed with the aftershocks, his big hand splayed across your stomach as he nuzzled his face against your neck. You hummed, pressing yourself more firmly against him. “Then stay inside me,” you mumbled, “We’ll stay like this for as long as you want to.” 

Rafe grinned lazily, holding you close to him. “I’m gonna hold you like this forever,” he said, his voice muffled against your neck as his thumb stroked along your stomach. “Never letting you go.”

Even though it was just past noon, you both had grown rather tired from that intense workout you just got finished doing. A quick nap sounded fucking amazing right now, especially if he got to stay connected with you and have your body wrapped up in his arms the whole time. 

This was heaven, Rafe decided, and he never wanted to go a single day without you ever again. 

And luckily, he would never have to.

[iiotic]

JEALOUSY

in which, you, meet the famous traveller and her companion, offering them your help as a guide in natlan, however your friend and secretly crush, doesn't seem to like it very much.

before you read -> jealousy, stalking, ajaw, mutual pining sorta, generally fluff, swearing, poorly written, short, cringe, female reader, based of an request (thank you anon!!)

word count: 1.6k

the first time i wrote it tumblr decided to delete the whole shit, thank you tumblr we all say in unison. that's why it's kinda worse now (rushed) help.

"what are we?"

the question lingered in your mind as kinich, once again, took you out on a walk. you didn't have the confidence to ask him that though, no. whenever you tried to ask him that simple, yet so important question, the words would never leave your mouth. it was like your mind was telling you to not do it, or else you'd ruin everything.

that you'd ruin all of your hardwork of becoming friends with kinich, best friends even you'd say but you doubt that he'd ever call you that. the countless nights that you spend sleepless because you were thinking about him. his eyes, his smile, his hair, his sense of humour, his bluntness, his confidence; everyting about him was so..

you gasped, snapping out of your thoughts as a bird flew right in front of your face. you stopped in your tracks, trying to calm yourself from the jumpscare. right infront of you, the beautiful landscape of natlan, with the sun rising from its slumber. yet you didn't stop to admire the sunset, nor the beautiful landscape, your attention was fully focused on the boy who seemed confused why you suddenly stopped, his yellow eyes shining even more than normally.

"are you alright?" kinich asked, walking over to you with a worried look. he put the back of his hand on your forehead. "you don't look very well, you're all warm and red."

"oh. no, im perfectly fine! just a little tired from the walk." you chuckled nervously, putting the whole teatric.

"pheraps we should take a break? c'mon" he said, gesturing you to follow him to the nearby rocks. the place of resting he chose was literally perfect, of course the rocks were hard as rocks are but there were trees next to them, blocking you from the sun.

you sat down with a heavy sigh, looking at your surroundings trying to stop yourself from thinking about the boy sitting next to you, nothing new, nothing interesting that would peak your interest. maybe kinich wouldn't mind if you rested your eyes for a bit.. just close them, relax, take a quick nap.

turns out he didn't mind, as he didn't wake you up; the almighty k'uhul ajaw did by his rather loud complaining. he was just in time out a second ago. you always thought that putting him in "time out" was silly. how annoying can he be? a lot, you soon found out.

"I do NOT have to waste my PRECIOUS TIME being here and doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING." he yelled, some strangers heads turning in your direction. embarrassing.

soon enough you made your way home, trying to ignore the voices of an annoying ancient dragon. as you were walking something or rather someone caught your attention.

"hey, who's that?" you said to kinich, pointing in the direction of strangers. "they don't look like they would be from around here."

"oh? that's the traveller and her companion, have you not met them?" he'd respond

"no, have you?"

you don't know how or why but you found yourself next to the strangers, introducing yourself in a second. if kinich knew them and didn't talk badly about them then they must be pretty cool. plus you needed friends, as you didn't know much people you liked here.

your mind telling you to go back, away from them because that's fucking weird, why would a random stranger come up to you with a creepy big smile and start introducing youself and rambling like a fool, but your heart was telling you that maybe just maybe they didn't find you as weird and let you accompany them just for some time.

and as it turns out they didn't find you as weird!! hurray or something. they told you how they just showed up here being here for roughly two days. you told them that you can guide them through natlan as they didn't seem to know the territory very well, they agreed but told you that they've been around the people of the springs as mualani already showed them around. oh? so they know mualani, nice.

you failed to notice the slight frown on kinichs face, what happened to your time alone when he wasn't doing commissions?

soon enough, about another two days later you finished showing them around. now, you sat in a nice restaurant next to a big window, laughing.

"yeah, it was so fun!!" you said with a bright smile, you were just happy to find someone who seemed to enjoy your presence as much as you enjoyed their. however in your head you felt like you forgot something, something important to you, something that you missed.

in the open, behind some trees stood kinich, seemingly observing you, smiling, you were smiling. at whom? the traveller and her companion, paimon. he knew that they were trustworthy but did they really deserve your smile? your smile which is brighter than the sun, shooing away the dark clouds when he was feeling under the weather?

the nonchalant, normally calm kinich was jealous? impossible. those were the annoying words from his even more annoying dragon.

"noo but seriouslyyy are we just going to stand there and do nothing? I'm bored!! it just proves the creep that you are, a stalker. I don't even know how they can put up with y-" the almighty k'uhul ajaw got cut off by his "owner" by him making him go in time out. "HEY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE Doing"

kinich didn't know what he was doing, was it on impulse? as much as he didn't want to admit it he knew that ajaw was right. he was jealous. by the way you smiled at them, to the fact that you hardly were spending any time with him anymore. he knew that it was just for some time, until the traveller will go to the next stop on their journey, yet still he couldn't help his actions.

now, he stood in front of your front door to your house. some not so cheap flowers in his hands, rainbow roses from fontaine, they were expensive it was unbelievable, but he just wanted everything to go perfect.

he knocked, heard footsteps inside, immediately regret his decision. the atmosphere was tense, awkward as you opened the door to kinich just looking at you with flowers in his hands, not saying anything, it wasn't like him at all.

"are those for.. me?" you asked, almost pleaded silently him that yes they were indeed for you, and how fucking stupid can you be of course they were for you, you fucking clueless moron. that would be the words spoken by ajaw if he wasn't locked out right now.

all he did was shove the flowers in your hands, clearly avoiding your gaze and breathing out a quick "yes"

"oh, these are lovely, thank you." you said with slightly flushed cheeks, your fingertips dragging at one of the pedals on the flower. "do you want to come in?.." you asked awkwardly

he nodded eagerly in response, now stepping a foot in your house. you closed the door behind you, asking him what does he want to do now. you looked up to see him already looming over you.

"you know, you haven't really been paying attention to me lately. I can fix that.."

© 2024 iiotic. — do not steal, translate or repost any of my content onto any other platform

definitely one of my least favourite works, the ending was rushed because as I said tumblr decided to delete the fucking whole thingihmtgkdimtweaking

[sincerelyneo]

where do broken hearts go? | h.rj

“are you sleeping, baby, by yourself? or are you giving it to someone else?”

📀now playing: where do broken hearts go by one direction

❯ summary: Renjun’s counted up all his mistakes, and there’s only one he truly regrets—letting you walk out of his life. Now he’s searching every lonely place and calling out your name, trying to find you…but he just doesn’t know—where do broken hearts go?

❯ pairings: renjun x fem!reader

❯ genre: exes to lovers, angst, eventual fluff

❯ words: 4.0k

❯ tags: pining, jealousy, angst, arguing, swearing, love confessions, kissing, reader uses she/her pronouns, just renjun being all mopey and yearning for 4k words

Renjun swirled the straw around his nearly untouched mojito, watching the lime float around the glass like a tiny boat in a sea of awkward tension. Across from him, his date—Minji? Miyeon? Something with an M—tapped her acrylics on the table like she was sending out a distress signal in Morse code.

She probably was. And he couldn’t blame her. He hadn’t exactly been present lately—not on this date, not on any of the dates his best friends had set him up on in the last two weeks since the incident. Since the day he’d chased after a girl who looked like you in the cereal aisle at Target. That was the moment his friends decided enough was enough—Renjun needed an intervention. He needed to finally get over the fling he’d had with you a year ago. 

“So,” the woman finally said, arching a perfectly plucked brow, “do you always look like you want the ground to swallow you up on a first date, or is that just a me thing?”

Renjun blinked, forcing a smile. “Sorry. Just a long day.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Right. And calling me another girl’s name before? Was that part of your long day too?

Fuck.

He didn’t even remember doing it—just a flicker of déjà vu, a flash of you in his peripheral vision as someone passed in a red hoodie. The same red hoodie he’d given you. Or maybe it wasn’t. You probably didn’t even wear it anymore anyway. He wouldn’t know. He hadn’t seen or heard from you in months.

Minji-Miyeon-Mirae scoffed. “You’re actually such an asshole.”

She stood, grabbed her coat in one dramatic movement, and was out the door before Renjun could even finish saying “wait.” Not that he was going to. 

Silence returned to the bar, dragging its usual friend, guilt. The girl was pretty, objectively. Funny in a dry, slightly sarcastic way. Renjun thought maybe he could’ve liked her, in some alternate universe where he wasn’t still emotionally committed to the ghost of you. 

“Woah,” a voice said next to him, smug and far too amused. “You lasted a measly ten minutes before scaring her off. New record buddy.”

Renjun didn’t look up. “Go away, Haechan.”

“Can’t,” Haechan replied, sliding into the now-empty seat with his signature shit-eating grin. “You’re way too entertaining like this.”

A beat.

“You called her Y/N again, didn’t you?”

Renjun sighed, letting his forehead drop to the table with a dull thud. “Shut up.”

“Can’t you just call her?” Haechan said after a pause, fiddling with the edge of a coaster. “Or text? Or something? Because this whole pining-in-silence act is getting a little pathetic.”

Renjun’s jaw tensed. If only it were that simple.

He would call. He would text.  Hell, he’d even scroll through every corner of the internet just to find a trace of you—an old post, a tagged photo, anything. But there was nothing. No number. No handle. No digital footprint to cling to.

The only thing he had left was the look on your face the day he let you go. And God, he saw it every time he closed his eyes.

It was his biggest mistake—is his biggest mistake. Letting his pride, his fear, that dumb male ego of his convince him that he didn’t need to commit. That he could keep you close, enjoy the warmth, the jokes, the fun part of you—without ever having to actually choose you.

He’d thought you were joking when you asked him for something more. He laughed, deflected, tossed out some careless comment about not being the boyfriend type. He figured you’d just let it slide because you never made things difficult. You didn’t push.

He thought everything was fine. But it was worse. Because you left.

He woke up the next morning to cold sheets. There was no note. No explanation. Just a blocked number staring back at him like a punishment.

It didn’t hit him all at once. It crept in—slow, insidious, like rot spreading under his skin. He tried to tell himself it wasn’t that deep, that maybe you were just taking space, maybe you’d come back. But the empty space beside him, the silence, the unanswered calls, proved him wrong every single time.

Each minute that passed, he wished he’d been that bit more attentive, more aware. Maybe then he’d know exactly where to look for you, to apologise, to beg for you to come back. He didn’t really know. He had never been good at this.

525,600 minutes later (a year), and he still had no clue where your broken heart had gone. All the searching, all the calling, all the desperate attempts to find you... all of it was useless.

So, no—he couldn’t just call.

But explaining all of that to Haechan would only lead to another lecture, maybe something more than his current intervention attempt. And Renjun really didn’t want to talk about you on some therapist’s couch, which is exactly where Haechan would drag him next.

So instead, he settles for the simplest version of the truth: “She doesn’t answer my calls.”

Haechan groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Jesus, Renjun. You really need to move on. Like, actually move on—not emotionally dissociate for ten minutes before accidentally trauma-dumping or calling the girl the wrong name.”

Renjun didn’t respond. Just kept stirring the lime in his drink, watching it swirl like it might somehow drown out the noise of his best friend. 

Haechan huffed, snatching the untouched glass and taking a sip like it was his own. Then he kicked Renjun lightly under the stool. “I’m serious, man. I know it sucks. But you can’t keep living in a relationship that doesn’t exist anymore. She’s gone, and you’re—”

He cut off.

Eyes wide. Mouth frozen mid-sentence.

“Holy fucking shit.”

Renjun blinked, glancing up. Haechan had gone still—too still. His eyes were gaping, unblinking, locked on something over Renjun’s shoulder. His whole body had shifted, like someone had yanked him upright by invisible strings. It wasn’t just surprise. It was recognition. Shock.

Like he’d just seen a ghost.

“What?” Renjun asked, brow furrowing.

But Haechan didn’t answer. Didn’t even blink. Just kept staring. And that silence—that silence—told Renjun everything.

He turned, slowly, already bracing for nothing. For some false alarm, a girl who only looked like you from behind—because that had happened before. Too many times before. But his heart knew better.

Because there you were.

Right there, standing just inside the entrance of the bar, shaking rain from your umbrella, laughing at something someone said. Your head tilted slightly, eyes crinkled at the corners in that way that used to undo him. That way he used to love.

Your hair was a little shorter now, styled differently, and you wore a new shade of lipstick he didn’t recognise. But none of it mattered. You were still you—unmistakably, devastatingly you. 

And then his eyes dropped.

To the guy beside you. To the way his hand settled at the small of your back—easy, familiar, like he belonged there. Like he’d been there for a while.

Renjun’s lungs seized. Because all this time, he’d been clinging to the ghost of you. And now you were here—real, alive, radiant. But no longer his.

“Dude,” Haechan said quickly, reaching across the bar like he could physically pull Renjun back into his body by the shoulder. “Just—relax. You don’t even know if it’s serious. Could be her cousin. Could be—”

But Renjun wasn’t listening.

His pulse roared in his ears. His vision tunnelled.

Because this wasn’t your cousin. He could tell by the way the guy leaned in, like he had every right to whisper in your ear—how fucking natural it looked. He could feel something inside him unravelling, thread by thread.

What if you loved this guy? What if you told him all the secrets you used to tell Renjun in the dark? What if you gave that guy the parts of you that Renjun had taken for granted? 

A cold sweat prickled across his neck. His mind felt like it was shutting down—thoughts crashing into each other. He should’ve done more. He should have fought harder. Chosen you, openly, without hesitation. He should’ve been the one to make you feel wanted—needed. He should’ve been the one at your side tonight. 

But he wasn’t.

You were here—in his city, in his favourite bar—with someone else’s hand on your back and that smile on your face. The one that used to be his. And you looked okay. Happy. Without him.

“Renjun,” Haechan tried again, quieter now. “You need to stop looking. Maybe they’re just talking.” 

“You don’t get it,” Renjun’s voice was hoarse as he spoke, the sentence barely making it past his lips. 

Haechan frowned, his typical grin replaced with concern. He leaned forward, eyes searching his friend’s face. “What do you mean?”

Renjun swallowed hard, trying to steady the rage that was bubbling inside him, but the image of you—standing there, laughing with someone else—kept burning into his mind.

“You don’t get it,” he repeated, the words slipping out in a raw rush. “Because you’re not the one who let her go. You don’t get it because she’s not your mistake. You don’t get it because you’re not sitting here watching the person you could’ve had—should’ve had—move on with someone else.”

“Renjun…” Haechan’s voice was soft, but Renjun couldn’t stop.

“I fucked it all up, Haechan,” his hands tremble as they gripped the edge of the bar. “I had everything with her—everything—and I just... let it slip through my fingers because I was too scared. Too fucking scared to admit that I wanted her. That I needed her. And now she’s gone. And she’s happy. How the hell am I supposed to move on from that?” 

Haechan didn’t answer right away. He just looked at his friend with a weakened expression—sympathy, pity, worry. It only made it worse.

Renjun shook his head, his breath shaky as he said, “Look, forget it.” He threw a few bills onto the bar counter and a couple of coins as a final, defeated gesture. “I can’t do this.”

He was already on his feet before Haechan could say anything.

“Renjun—wait, come on,” Haechan called after him, but Renjun didn’t look back. Didn’t need to. Didn’t want to. 

And the scrape of the stool mixed with the echo of his name was loud enough to draw attention. Loud enough that you looked up from across the bar. 

Your smile faltered.

For a second, you froze—glass halfway to your lips, laughter still clinging to your expression but slowly fading because your eyes tracked toward the door. Where you saw him.

Your Renjun.

Storming out, shoulders stiff, head down, already bracing against the rain smearing the windows. That same stupid black jacket he always wore—fraying at the cuffs, faded at the seams.

Something in your chest clenched.

The guy beside you—your date, though that word felt hollow—said something. Maybe your name. Maybe a joke to pull you back. But none of it mattered. You were already moving.

Haechan caught sight of you just as you passed. His eyebrows jumped, startled. “Y/N?”

But you didn’t stop to explain. Didn’t grab your coat or your bag. You just went.

Out the door. Into the rain.

The door of the bar slammed behind Renjun with a gust of wind, and the cold slapped him in the face. 

The rain had turned to a steady downpour, but Renjun didn’t bother pulling up his hood. There was no point because he didn’t mind. He wanted to let it soak through his jacket, soak through his bones. Maybe if he got cold enough, numb enough, it would stop the hollow pit gnawing his chest.

He walked. Fast, at first. Then slower. Then not really walking at all, more like drifting—head down, eyes unfocused, just moving because it was the only thing he could do. He didn’t care that his shoes were getting ruined, that his shirt was clinging to his skin, or that people were staring.

He was okay with letting them see the idiot who couldn’t move on. The idiot who’d spent a year whispering apologies to an empty pillow, to a blocked voicemail, begging the universe for one more chance, only to find out that it had given that chance—to someone else. 

He should’ve never come out tonight. He should’ve stayed home. Should’ve ignored Haechan’s half-hearted setup, the hopeful way his friend kept saying, “Maybe this girl will be the one to help you move on.”

No one could help. Because no one was you.

His steps slowed to a halt in the middle of the street, rain pelting down. He blinked up at the sky, and for a moment, he thought maybe he could cry. But no tears came. Just that same hollowness in his chest—the one shaped like you.

Then—

“Renjun!”

He froze. His heart stuttered like a glitch because that voice—that fucking voice.

He turned slowly, every movement mechanical, like his body wasn’t quite connected to his mind. Raindrops clung to his lashes enough to blur his vision. But not enough to miss you—you—running down the street toward him.

“Renjun, wait!”

Your shoes splashed through puddles until you stopped a few feet from him, breathless and soaked. Chest rising and falling. Your hair stuck to your cheeks. Your eyes were wide and frantic. And that guy—the one who had his hand on your back—was nowhere to be seen. Just you. Just him.

And he wanted to revel in that. Wanted to soak in the fact that, for the first time in a year, you were standing in front of him, not as a memory, not in his dreams—but real. 

But then… he really looked at you. You were wearing a little white dress. Thin straps. Bare shoulders. Rain clinging to your skin like mist, making you shiver. And for a second, all he could feel was worry.

“Are you crazy?” he snapped, already shrugging off his jacket. “What the hell are you doing out here in that?”

You blinked, caught off guard, arms instinctively wrapping around yourself. “I—”

“You’re gonna get sick,” he muttered, moving forward, rain dripping from his lashes. “Fucking hell—Here.” He shoved the jacket toward you.

But you took a step back. “Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t do that.”

His brows pulled together. “Do what?”

“This.” Your voice cracked on it. “Be like this. Be… nice. Be the boyfriend type.”

There was a beat. Then two. And then he stilled, completely. The words hit him like a slap. Like ice water and he dropped the jacket to his side.

“You’re not the boyfriend type,” you said again, quieter this time. “Remember?”

He remembered. God, did he remember. And so did you—clearly. Except, you hadn’t just remembered it. You’d internalised it. Let it sink into your chest and fester. 

That one careless comment—meant to keep you from getting too close—had gutted you. And it had cost him a year of quiet regret. A year of replaying that moment, trying to rewrite it in his mind, trying to imagine what might’ve happened if he’d said literally anything else.

And it may have taken him time, too much damn time, but he was here now—trying to figure out how to fix up the heart he’d let down.

“I didn’t mean it,” he said, voice hoarse and ragged. “That night—I was scared. You were getting too close, and I—I panicked. I thought if I pushed you away, it would hurt less when you left. I thought I was protecting myself. I wasn’t thinking about you. I was being selfish.”

You let out a short, bitter laugh. “That’s not an excuse.”

“I know it’s not.” His breath caught. “I fucked up. I know I did. And I’m so fucking sorry—”

“No.” You stepped back like his words had teeth. “You don’t get to do this,” you said, angrier. Hurting. “You don’t get to show up a year later and drop some sad little apology like that makes this all okay. Like it undoes the pain.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to do—”

“Bullshit!” You snap. “You didn’t just fuck up, Renjun. You wrecked us. Wrecked me. Made me feel stupid—like everything we had was just something I made up in my head. And then you let me walk away.”

His breath hitched like you'd punched the air out of him.

“I didn’t let you—” His voice cracked. “You left while I was asleep. You didn’t even give me the chance to fight for you. You changed your number, deactivated your accounts. Moved.” 

You shrug, jaw trembling. “What was there to fight for? You’d made yourself clear.”

He stared at you, silent, rain running down his face like tears. And then—his voice dropped. “Then why are you here?”

You blinked. “What?”

“If it was really over for you—if you meant all of that—why the hell did you come after me?” he says lowly. “Why run through the fucking rain just to tell me it’s too late?”

“I don’t know!” you bite back, chest heaving. “Okay? I don’t fucking know!”

He tongues the inside of his cheek, jaw tight, and shakes his head slowly.  

“No,” he states. “You don’t get to do this either. You don’t get to scream at me for not fighting for you when you vanished. You didn’t just leave—you fucking disappeared. No goodbye. No warning. And I’ve been looking for you, Y/N. Everywhere. In crowds. In strangers. In every room I walk into, I look for you.”

His voice splinters, but he continues. “And the one time I find you—you’re with some fucking guy. And that’s fine. It may have killed me to see it, but you looked happy. You were smiling. So I left. Because I didn’t want to ruin your night. I told myself I had no right.”

His chest rises and falls, drenched, furious, heartbroken. “But then you follow me. And I don’t know what the fuck to do with that.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You turned your face away, ran a shaking hand through your dripping hair, trying to breathe, trying to hold it in—but your mouth was already trembling, your eyes already breaking.

Renjun stepped closer. And this time, you didn’t move. You let him into your space. You let him drape the soaking jacket over your shoulders, tender in a way that makes it worse. Makes it hurt more. Then his shaky voice cuts through the quiet. 

“Tell me what you want me to do with that, baby,” he says. “And I will. I can be sorry—I am sorry. I’ll always be sorry. But I’m not a mind-reader.”

The words barely register. All you can hear is that pet name. Baby. The way it slips off his tongue like it never stopped living there. The way it sounds like home and heartbreak all at once.

“I saw you leaving,” you finally whisper behind a sniffle. “And I don’t know—I couldn’t let you go. Not again. Not without saying something. Even if I hate you for the past, I couldn’t let this go. Not when I still—”

You stopped. The words lodged in your throat like glass.

Renjun stepped forward, eyes dark and wrecked and pleading. “Not when you still what?”

Your eyes found his. Red-rimmed. Glassy. Brimming with everything you swore you’d buried.

“Not when I still love you,” you breathe. “and I fucking hate that I do.”

He doesn’t even let the last part of that sentence affect him. Not when his mind has been running in circles for the last year, for the last hour, with thoughts of you. Because Renjun has spent too many minutes (525,600, to be exact) wondering if you’d ever love him again. So his mind clings to the one word. Still. Meaning you never stopped.

He stands there, a breath away from you, his chest rising and falling as his gaze settles on your lips. 

“Don’t,” you whisper, though it’s more for yourself than him.

Not that it matters anyway because Renjun’s not listening. He takes a step closer, his hand brushing against your cheek, his thumb tracing your jaw like he’s familiarising himself with the feel of you.

“I will,” he breathes, almost pained. “Because I still love you too.”

And then he’s kissing you.

His hands grip your face, his thumbs pressing into either side of your skin, holding you in place as though you might slip away again if he doesn’t.

It’s not a gentle kiss, not soft. It’s aching, as if every second apart has been torture. And it has been, at least for him. 525,600 minutes being deprived of the ability to taste you, to kiss you, to claim you as his. 

His body moulds against yours, slick and cold, every wet inch of him flushes against you as he pulls you closer, tighter. The rain clings to his skin, and you taste it on his lips—salt and earth, a sobering reminder that this is really happening, that he’s here, and you’re not imagining any of this. 

You don’t think; your hands find their way to the damp fabric of his shirt, fingers digging into the material hungrily. His lips trail from yours, slow and delicate, down the line of your jaw, across your throat. You shiver at the sensation of his breath on your skin, his lips leaving a juxtaposing heat in their wake. 

When he kisses the delicate curve of your collarbone, you gasp, your body responding instantly to the person it knows it belongs to. 

"God, I’ve fucking missed you, Y/N," he pants.

“I’ve missed you too.”

Renjun smiles and presses his forehead against you. His fingers trace idle patterns on your back, but there's a weak, almost vulnerability in his eyes when he speaks again. 

"If I take you home with me right now," he starts, "will that guy you walked in with be mad?"

You arch an eyebrow, trying to stifle a grin. “That guy? You mean Yunho?”

The corners of his lips drop as he presses them in a thin line and nods. “Yeah. That guy. You and him... you’re not...”

You bite your lip, tempted to play along, but the fragile ache in his voice pulls at your heart, making you want to stop whatever scenario he’s spiralling in his head

 "Nope," you reply, shaking your head. "Yunho and I are just friends. Nothing more, I promise."

Renjun’s grin widens, his eyes softening with relief. “That’s good, then,” he says, chuckling. 

It’s your turn to lean in, your breath hot against his lips as you murmur, “Truthfully, the only reason I even asked him on a date is because my friends kept telling me I needed an intervention. The only way to get over you is by getting under someone else and all that.”

He pulls back slightly, raising his own eyebrow with a small chuckle.  “You know…Haechan said the same thing to me.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "It’s weird, actually. How my very first date since we ended things just so happened to bring me right back to you.”

His grin deepens, a look of pride swelling in his chest as he gently traces his finger along the curve of your jaw. 

“It’s because I’m yours, Y/N,” he says, thumb brushing the softness of your skin. “I was made for you. Your heart knows it. Even though I broke it, I’ll be the one to mend it.” He leans in, lips resting just below your ear. "Always."

[ghostaholics]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄-𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓

➸ PAIRING: Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gn!reader (aside from a single idiom whose origin uses masculine language/pronouns - every man for himself) ➸ SUMMARY: Against all odds, the Lieutenant accidentally falls asleep on your shoulder. Unfortunately, there are witnesses to the precarious situation (just your luck that it would be Gaz and Soap). ➸ WORD COUNT: 2k

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄: don't poke the bear.

Danger in your line of work typically consists of trying to walk away from a mission while still being left completely intact (i.e. the goal is to make it out alive, in one piece). You’ve survived a great number of ordeals: cornered into a shootout with a dwindling supply of ammo, tiptoed your way through a field of pressure-sensitive IEDs, dove towards probable death (with an awfully high probability of splattering onto hot, concrete hell like a bug on a windshield) because your helo was sent tail spinning courtesy of a perfectly-aimed RPG – and really, the list goes on.

It's been child’s play, in the grand scheme of things. An extensive catalogue of life-or-death scenarios accounts for your entire military career. And sure, this might be a bit of a stretch, but you'd wager that none of those instances thus far have been as high-stakes as the current predicament you’ve found yourself in.

Jesus-fucking-Christ. Why’d Ghost have to fall asleep on you?

𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: avoid sitting next to him on the plane ride home. You've had to learn it the hard way.

And the kicker is that this whole thing could’ve been avoided; it didn’t have to be your problem. You could’ve sentenced any one of the other soldiers to your seat. Every man for himself, right? Get off scot-free, have a normal trip back to base with plenty of legroom so that you’re not cramped. Theoretically, it would've been beautiful – a passenger's paradise, the closest you could get to a first-class ticket.

But no.

Instead, play the Good Samaritan; extend your hand out with an act of benevolence. What’s the harm, right? So, you'd spared the poor guy, said you wouldn't mind switching places with him because he'd looked as white as a damn sheet at the idea of being crammed beside this behemoth of a lieutenant who's infamously every FNG's living nightmare.

Yeah, well hindsight is 20/20. Had you known what was going to happen, you would've had no reservations about throwing him under the bus. Sayonara, mate.

Law of the jungle, plain and simple.

To make matters worse, he is, in fact, exhibiting terrible flight etiquette. His head (which is dead weight and feels about as pleasant as a fucking bowling ball, mind you) has taken up every inch of real estate on your shoulder and is practically tucked into the curve of your neck; you’ll need to take a trip to the chiropractor’s after this – several, probably. The edge of his skull mask is digging into you. And, the cherry on top: get this – he’s man-spreading, so his left leg's trespassing into your own territory and brushing against your thigh. Utter lack of regard for personal space.

Incredible.

You’d still rather die than wake him up, though. You're not sure what'll happen if you do, but that's a risk you're not willing to take.

All things considered, an achy shoulder is a much better alternative than incurring the wrath of one angry Lieutenant. He's more subdued in this kind of context. To be completely honest, if you weren't already well-acquainted with him, you'd find it endearing.

From here, it's easy to see the simple rise and fall of his chest, steady and even. Slow inhale in, slow exhale out. He's at peace, a rhythmic lull that matches your own breathing. You can't quite put your finger on the exact moment he fell asleep. (He's got a habit of shutting his eyes and folding his arms over his chest when he isn't in the mood to converse with the other soldiers onboard. But God willing, he would never voluntarily loll his head onto your shoulder.) For what it's worth, he deserves the rest – never been one to do it this soundly as countless missions have taught you that he's usually a light sleeper. You remember him roughly prodding the toe of his boot at Soap's arm once when the Scot was conked out and his snores were a bit loud for Ghost's taste.

Rather odd then, that the Lieutenant even managed to allow himself to doze off like this. It’s too loud, too unsteady – the droning of the plane engine doesn't exactly make for good white noise and the turbulence outside is jostling the cabin around. Moreover, this puts him in a position of vulnerability, and he’s not the type to let his guard down so easily.

But somehow he did it with you beside him.

You try not to think about the implications of that.

𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄, 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄.

Because, Soap's just woken up from his nap, the first among the entire company of soldiers in the cabin still sleeping, excluding yourself. His seat's parallel to yours, straight across the walkway within direct line of sight, so he’s got an unobstructed view of you and Ghost. Soap sends a questioning glance in your direction, eyebrow quirked. A look that says, The hell's going on?

The level of your voice is down; it's at a conservative decibel to avoid rousing the others. Yet you convey your distress with the same amount of passion as if you were stuck in the middle of a losing firefight. "MacTavish, help."

Soap works with bombs for a living. Surely, he's capable of defusing situations too.

Alright the man’s a demolitions expert, but that’s semantics.

He blinks like he's trying to make sense of the situation. Though, it's pretty obvious what the problem is here. You're not sure why he’s got to take a moment and contemplate it. You need a solution, now. And he's moving at a snail's pace.

For a second, you think he might sympathize with your plight.

But then his mouth morphs into a shit-eating grin and when he nudges Gaz awake, you know right then and there that you're absolutely fucked.

More witnesses.

Great.

Because that’s just what you need, isn’t it?

Gaz drags a hand down his face. He pans over to his right to figure out why he’s been jolted awake so suddenly, and sees Soap who’s inexplicably, nauseatingly jovial before his eyes land on you.

Much like Soap’s original reaction, Gaz can’t help but offer a quizzical expression. The confusion is evident. His brows are drawn together because he knows that the L.t. wouldn't fall asleep on your shoulder.

Soap's shifting, sliding his hand into his pocket before pulling out his phone. He messes with it – a few taps here, a few swipes there. And then before you're registering what's happening, he's aiming it straight at you, like one of those mums getting a snapshot of their kids in matching jumpers during the holidays.

"Say cheese."

An indignant gasp leaves your mouth. "If you so much as—

"Soap, no. Don't do that." Gaz says from beside him, plucking the phone out of his hands. He tsks him with a click of his tongue. Stern disapproval in spades. The meaning is clear: it’s a big thumbs down from the Brit. He’s not endorsing this type of behavior. “Gone mad now, have you?” he asks in admonishment.

You release a sigh of relief. Finally, some moral support. He's reliable. Your faith in him is unshakable. Always could count on Gaz to get you out of—

"Have to shoot with a wide angle, see? Or else it'll look wonky," he corrects, flipping the phone horizontally before handing it back to Soap.

"Aye, thanks mate.”

Gaz's smile isn't as excessive as Soap's but the smirk gracing his face tells you he's relishing in your misery all the same.

Fucking traitor.

"Knobheads—"

They’d risk their own hides to save you from certain death. You've seen it in Cairo, Valencia, and Seoul. Good men. Good hearts in the right place as well. However, they're also the type to embarrass you at every opportunity – public humiliation being somewhere on that roster as well. And for that, you want to strangle them.

"Rude,” Soap comments pointedly.

"Bite me, MacTavish."

"Just wake him up if it's bothering you," Gaz supplies unhelpfully.

"If you were in my shoes, would you do it?"

"'Course, not," he snorts. "I don’t have a death wish.”

“Well, I also prefer my head on my shoulders, thank you very much," you whisper furiously, nearly hissing at him.

And Soap is admiring his handiwork, when he coos, “Aw, the two o' you make quite the pair." He briefly twists the screen so that you can catch a glimpse of it, and even from this distance, you can confirm that he's captured the shot. Annoyingly well, to add insult to injury. Angle? Spot-on. Lighting? Brilliant. It's interesting, has character. Black and white photography. He's managed to make a stunning composition and your upper lip is curling up into a sneer of disgust at his artistic eye. How infuriating.

"I'll send this to the Cap. He’ll get a kick outta it."

"Sod off."

"He'll appreciate bein' included."

Gaz matches the energy with an equally gleeful smile, now delighted by the idea. “Hey, and the L.t. he looks—”

“—cute," Soap has the audacity to finish for him.

What.

There are many words that you’d use to describe Ghost.

Cutthroat, maybe. Imposing. Glacial. Taciturn. A stringent set of ideals that makes him the perfect soldier: disciplined, honed, fierce. Intimidating, if he's not fighting on your side – someone you'd much rather have on your team than against, unless you fancied death. He can be a stone-cold terror on occasion. The man’s been penned as a walking horror story by those in the military. Given his iron-hearted demeanor, you'd be hard-pressed to disagree with that statement; there's not much room to call his steel-encased resolve into question.

So, yeah. Above all else, he's certainly not cute.

Your eyes narrow at them. "Congratulations, the both of you have officially made the top of my shitlist."

Soap, indifferent to your crisis, asks, "Want a copy for your wallpaper?"

There's another heated remark waiting on the tip of your tongue, because there's no way in hell that you would and you're ready to tell him off, about to give him an earful.

But somebody else beats you to it.

“Wipe that picture, or I’ll wring your bloody necks.”

Ice surges through your veins. Goosebumps break out across your skin. Because that voice belongs to one person. Oh, Christ. Never in a million years would you want to be on the receiving end of it.

There's anxiety warping in your chest. You're scared stiff, paralyzed with fear in a way that implores you to remain stock-still. The coarse fabric of your trousers bunches underneath your palms as you try not to freak out. This isn't your fault. None of it is.

And here's the worst part: Ghost hasn't lifted his head from your shoulder yet.

But Soap's unfazed. He blinks a couple of times, seems like he's weighing his options – as if there's something else he could choose besides following his lieutenant's command – yeah, right. He wises up, settling for a simple answer in the end. "Alright, Ghost." His smile makes a reappearance, sweet and well-meaning. Troublemaker. "Any chance you'd like a copy before I do away with it?"

"What kind of fuckin' question is that, Johnny?" he grumbles. "Obviously."

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄:

"I take it you don't think I'm cute then. Have I got that right?"

"I'm sorry... mind repeating that again, sir?"

"You didn't have anything to say about Soap's comment."

"I have a feeling that whatever I answer will get my arse handed to me, L.t."

He's smiling in response – like sunshine trapped behind clouds. Despite it being obscured by the mask, you can see his eyes crinkling at the corners, which makes the black charcoal that's lining them begin to crease a bit. "Permission to speak freely, Sergeant. You have the floor."

Your mouth parts in surprise. Well, then. Maybe you stand corrected. And so, you appraise him momentarily, giving it some serious thought. There's more to Ghost than you give him credit for. He's terse and rough around the edges, but respected for a reason. Admirable. Someone you think highly of and has deserved your approval. The mask undeniably provides an air of intrigue. “I suppose you can be,” you start off, gradually warming up to him being more approachable. “When you’re not terrorizing the new recruits, that is.”

[lyvhie]

hi omg read the jeno one I requested ATE DOWNNNNNN…… so for nowwwww maybe thinking jeno (sorry I love him…) x shy!reader who doesent really like the idea of jeno seeing her naked cause reader is SCAREDDDD… so he just praises her throughout the whole thing… LOVE UR WORKS they’re so good 💖

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touch it | ljn

jeno x fem!reader (18+ mdni)

summary: jeno never intended to invest so much time and effort just to have sex with you.

a/n: my sweet 🦋 anon... i'm sorry it took me so long to post this. as soon as i saw it i started writing but it wasn't coming out like i think it should and i didn't want to give you something bad 😞 please forgive me 🙏 i hope you like this one too, it ended up being longer than i was planning. love u, please don't give up on me!

cw: smut, shy/inexperienced!reader, jeno big dick agenda, very slightly bulge kink, fingering, oral (m), unprotected penetrative sex (bcs i forgot to write the condom part sorryyy 🫣), praising, pet names.

jeno never considered himself a patient person. he always got what he wanted when he wanted. and that's why you were driving him crazy.

at first, he enjoyed toying with you, finding it effortless to get under your skin. it was just a game to him, a way to pass the time by teasing and taunting. he loved pushing your buttons with even the slightest action, knowing how easily you would react.

he wasn't entirely sure why you acted the way you did around him. was it shyness or fear of people in general? perhaps a combination of both. regardless, he found your reactions incredibly endearing. whenever he looked at you, he couldn't help but smile at the way you fidgeted and stumbled over your words.

it was cute. he just knew he had to fuck you. he made it his personal goal.

he was aware that winning you over wouldn't be easy, and that he'd have to gain your trust and go through the whole song and dance. but he saw it as a thrilling challenge, and he was determined to make you his.

he surprisingly found it easy to become your friend. given your lonely nature, he didn't need to put in much effort. you didn't appear to have many friends, which made it simple for him to step in and fill that role.

what began as innocent gestures, like whispering sweet nothings in your ear or tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, quickly escalated into more intimate encounters.

his “accidental” touches or the casual placing of his hand on your thigh, how he enjoyed wrapping his arms around you from behind, his chest pressed against your back as his hands gently roamed your sides. he did all of this to get rise out of you, to see you get all flustered and embarrassed and it worked perfectly.

he knew that simply being a good friend wouldn't be enough to take you to bed with your legs all open for him, so he doubled down on his efforts. he had to be the best friend you ever had.

he became the person you could count on for anything — if something was troubling you, he'd be there to listen and provide comfort. you wanted a plushie from your favorite show? no problem, he would make sure to get it for you. feeling lonely and in need of companionship? all you had to do was call him, and he'd be right there for you.

all of it was part of his grand scheme to lower your defenses and draw you closer to him. and it worked little by little.

when you confessed that you had never kissed anyone before, his response was instant: "that's what friends are for." he gauged your reaction, noticing the way you nibbled on your lip and fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, all little habits that he had noticed in you a long time ago.

his words were merely to test the waters, to see how you would respond to his subtle advances. he was overjoyed when you finally agreed to his suggestion, after taking some time to consider (a good 5 minutes). he couldn't help but feel proud that he was the one who would get to kiss your innocent lips, a thought that thrilled him. this small victory fueled his confidence in the belief that winning you over wouldn't be hard.

it was fun to him, teaching you how to kiss for the first time and seeing your reaction to his touch. the moment he reached out to touch your face, you quickly recoiled, as if you had been burned. it just fueled his desire to go further and explore this nervous, inexperienced side of you.

"relax, baby," he spoke softly, your favorite term of endearment rolling off his tongue effortlessly. he gently took your hand in his, soothingly rubbing his thumbs over your skin in a reassuring manner. it was his way of calming you down, a small gesture that never failed to affect you.

as you tried to follow his words and relax, he cupped your face between his hands and leaned in closer. with a soothing tone, he instructed you to close your eyes. he was so close that you unconsciously held your breath, which made him chuckle. his breath ghosted over your skin as he spoke, his proximity to you causing your heart to flutter in your chest.

as his lips finally touched yours, a soft gasp escaped you and you nearly jolted. he started with just a gentle peck, giving you a chance to adjust to the sensation. your heart pounded wildly in your chest, the rapid rhythm so intense that you feared it might burst out of your chest at any moment. you were almost certain he could hear it, the sound of your heartbeats echoing in your ears and filling the silence between you.

his soft voice gently commanded, "open your mouth slightly, sweetheart," and you obeyed eagerly, parting your lips. a small hum escaped you as you felt the warm, wet touch of his tongue slipping into your mouth. the sudden sensation sent chills down your spine, surprising you in the most pleasurable way.

as you started moving your tongue against his, following the rhythm he set, he was the one who couldn't help but let out a pleased hum. his hand moved from your face to your hair, fingers gently grasping the locks and pulling you closer to him.

the feeling of your mouth against his, your inexperienced but eager tongue trying to keep up with his, was beyond what he imagined. the taste of you, so sweet and untainted, drove him to become more demanding, rougher, and you didn't seem to mind, responding to his intensity with a sense of abandon.

he carefully maneuvered you onto your back on the couch, crawling over you and bringing his body on top of yours. his hands began to explore your form, tracing every contour until they reached your thighs and gently caressed the soft skin. with a sly smile, he squeezed the supple flesh, grateful that you were wearing a skirt, making his plans even simpler.

tou were so absorbed in the way his mouth captured yours that it took awhile for you to notice his hand roaming further up your skirt. the feeling of his fingers slowly tracing your inner thigh sent shivers up your spine, igniting sparks of pleasure that made you almost gasp into his mouth.

you managed to pull away from the kiss, panting for air, and stopped his hand before it went any higher. "w-wait, jeno," you gasped, your voice breathless and filled with hesitation.

jeno's breath was shallow, his mouth moving to your neck as he inhaled your scent and began to place soft, gentle kisses there, making you left a soft sigh. he hummed against your skin, his voice still unsteady as he responded to you. "what is it, baby?" he murmured against your skin, his warm breath teasing your sensitive flesh.

“i-i don't—” your words were interrupted by a gasp as he sucked on your neck, his lips creating a pleasant suction that made your head spin. but as he continued to nibble and kiss your skin, you softly pleaded, "j-jeno, stop.”

jeno grudgingly pulled away from your neck, his eyes a mix of desire and annoyance as he looked at you. but you were too flustered to notice his expression, hastily hiding your face in your hands, unable to meet his gaze. your embarrassment was palpable, and the moment was suspended in a brief silence.

before he could utter another word, you hastily scrambled out from under him, mumbling a clumsy excuse before hastily retreating to your room. he sat there on the couch, a little bewildered, as he watched you disappear. the sound of your door closing echoed in the silence that followed, leaving him alone with his frustrated thoughts.

he ran his hand through his hair. of course he wouldn't get in your panties so quickly. he got a little carried away by the moment and forgot that he needed to take things very slowly with you.

he had assumed you would lock yourself in your room for a while longer, probably consumed by a million thoughts and doubts that he was all too familiar with at this point.

after a while, he stood up from the couch and approached your door, knocking softly on the wood. "i'll be waiting," he called out softly, and that was all he said.

he was already starting to turn away, but the sound of the door opening caught his attention. you emerged from behind the opening, looking at him timidly, and he was taken aback by your whispered request.

"can we... keep practicing? j-just the kissing…" you spoke in a small voice, your words barely audible but filled with trepidation and desire. he froze for a moment, surprised by the unexpected request, before a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“you don't have to ask twice, sweetheart.”

in the days that followed, a new routine was established between you and him. every time you found yourselves together, whether at his place or yours, the hours would pass in a haze of lip and tongue, mouths moving against each other in a frenzy. by the end of each session, your lips would be swollen and sensitive to the touch, a reminder of the time spent indulging in such an activity.

but what truly fueled jeno's frustration was the fact that your interactions always seemed to stop at the same point. no matter how much he touched and caressed you, nothing ever went further than a few brief moments of physical contact.

he felt an intense sense of desperation growing within him, the unfulfilled desire weighing heavily on his mind. he longed to take things further, to explore more of you, but somehow he always found himself stuck in this endless cycle of heated yet ultimately unsatisfying make-out sessions.

he was already mentally bracing himself for the challenges ahead, but then you caught him off guard once more.

sitting on his lap, your tongues intertwined in a hungry dance, you suddenly did something unexpected. you began to subtly grind against his thigh, your movements and moans so natural it was as if you weren't fully aware of what you were doing.

the sensations were immediate, and he felt a twitch in his pants. the feeling of you riding his leg set his body trembling with desire. a low groan escaped him, his kiss growing more fierce as he tried to keep himself together in the face of your unintentional provocation. he could feel his arousal growing with each passing moment, and the thought of having you so close yet so out of reach was driving him insane.

jeno's grip on your waist became a little tighter as he pulled you down, pressing you against him more firmly. the thin fabric of your shorts did little to disguise the wetness building between your thighs, leaving a noticeable dampness on his pants.

your moans grew a little louder as you lost yourself in the sensations, and jeno reluctantly broke the kiss to look at you. he clutched your waist, stopping your movements and holding you firmly in place, drawing a whine from you.

your words escaped your lips involuntarily, a soft plea for more. "jeno, please," you murmured, desperation tinging your voice. he chuckled softly at the sound of your plea, his smirk growing wider. “please what, baby?" he whispered, his lips brushing gently against yours, barely making contact, teasing you with the lightest touch.

his question hung in the air, unanswered, leaving you floundering to articulate your desires. you felt a mixture of shyness and embarrassment, unable to vocalize what you truly wanted. so, your response was a soft whine as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. his chest vibrated with a low chuckle, his amusement evident at your inability to express yourself clearly.

“you want some relief here, sweetie?” his hand slid between your legs, his middle finger pressing against your clothed cunt, making you gasp at the sudden contact.

this time, you made no attempt to stop him, instead nodding silently in agreement. you buried yourself deeper into the safety of his neck, feeling embarrassment and need. you knew deep down that you were desperate for some form of release, and the realization only flustered you.

jeno, on the other hand, was practically bursting with excitement and joy, mentally launching fireworks and wanting to dance a victory lap around the house. he was finally close to getting the hardest fuck of his life — not exactly in the good way.

his voice was a soft whisper in your ear as he nibbled gently on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "we should do something about it, shouldn't we, pretty girl?" he murmured, his nose nuzzling tenderly against your ear. "will you let me help you again?" he asked, his breath warm against your skin.

your response was immediate, a desperate plea for his touch. "yes, please," you managed to stutter out, your voice tinged with a hint of need.

even though he just wanted to empty his balls, he knew he had to make you experience some of the sensations and induce you to want more.

jeno leaned against the bedhead, preparing himself for what was to come. his one hand began to trace gentle circles on your thigh, while the other continued to soothe you with soft caresses on your back. "okay, baby," he assured you. "just relax and let me take care of you, alright?”

jeno had become skillful in taking care of you, and his request for you to relax was met with an immediate submission from you. he wasted no time moving your pajamas shorts out of the way, efficiently tugging the fabric to the side.

due to your current position, where you were on his lap, with your chest pressed against his and your face still buried in his neck, jeno had limited visibility of you. he could feel your body against his, but he couldn't see much more than that. despite being mildly frustrated by the lack of visual access, he knew you wouldn't pull away anytime soon, even if he asked. you seemed too focused on hiding your flustered face against his skin.

even so, he could feel how soaked your panties were and that was enough for him right now. once again, jeno wasted no time in his actions, pulling your panties to the side with decisive motion. his digits pressed gently against your sensitive flesh, eliciting sigh from you. his fingers parted your folds, gently exploring your wetness with delicate movements. he took his time, savoring the moment, your soft sounds and how you were already squirming with just a few touches.

you gasped as he slipped a finger inside you. he started pumping slowly, he could feel how tight you were and he couldn't help but feel his cock stir inside his pants, his mind swirling with thoughts of what it would be like to be inside you.

"how does it feels, baby?" he coos, adding another finger to stretch you just enough, feeling how you clenched around his digits and moaned timidly into his neck. “g-good… very good,” was all you could mutter, your breath hitching as you felt him scissor and curl.

jeno hummed, a contented sound escaping him, as he used his free hand to gently push away the strands of hair that hung over your neck. he pressed his lips against your skin, gently kissing and nibbling at the sensitive flesh, feeling a shiver run through you.

jeno's fingers began to search inside you, seeking out the spot that would make you melt. when you trembled and a loud moan escaped you, his smirk widened. "found it," he chuckled, continuing to target that sweet spot with deliberate precision.

he added pressure with his palm against your clit, rubbing it softly but firmly enough to ignite intense sensations. he knew exactly how sensitive you were, and even this gentle touch was more than enough to leave you moaning and trembling.

jeno nuzzled your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he spoke soft words to you. "you sound so pretty, baby," he murmured, his hand never ceasing its movement as he felt your body clenching around him. "i know you're close already," he continued, increasing the speed of his movements. "just let it go, don't hold it back, okay?" he coaxed.

you didn't even realize how close you were, the sensations stirring in your body completely unexpected. there was a strange feeling in your stomach, your toes curling as you clung to him tighter. then, his words struck you like a command, and suddenly, a wave of pleasure washed over you. the new sensation was overwhelming, almost transporting you to another realm.

jeno absolutely loved the way you mewled his name in the midst of your climax. he relished in the sweet sounds you made, eagerly anticipating the chance to hear more and feel more of you. his desire was palpable as he continued to watch you come undone in his arms.

with your body quivering from the aftermath of your climax, you leaned against him, allowing your weight to fully rest on him. the tingles that coursed through you seemed to reach every inch of your skin, leaving you breathless. you panted slightly as you felt your body slowly returning to a state of stability.

jeno slowly withdrew his fingers, wiping them clean on your shorts. with a gentle tug, he drew your face away from his neck, allowing him to finally get a proper look at you.

your mind was still hazy from the intensity of your climax, and you barely registered his actions until you saw the smug expression on his face. the realization that you looked so utterly wrecked just from a little fingering made jeno silently contemplate how you would look when he pushed you further than just his fingers.

you were on the verge of speaking when he silenced you with a kiss, a kiss that you gladly returned. the touch of his hands slipping under your shirt sent a shiver down your spine, his fingers gently caressing your bare skin. you felt his touch drifting over the clasps of your bra, his movements deliberate and suggestive.

despite being consumed by the myriad of sensations he was evoking in you, you couldn't help but notice the way his hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, clearly signaling his intention to remove it. but as he began to lift the fabric, you instinctively halted his movements by placing your hands over his, preventing him from proceeding further. you pulled away from the kiss, gazing into his eyes a hint of hesitation.

“n-not yet, jeno,” you managed to stutter out, biting your lower lip as you averted your gaze from him. the thought of revealing yourself even partially in front of him sent a wave of fear and nervousness coursing through you. despite the intimate moment you had just shared, the idea of baring your body to him, even further, felt overwhelmingly nerve-wracking.

frustration and disappointment etched itself across jeno's features as he suppressed the urge to curse aloud. instead, he released a soft, frustrated breath, his forehead coming to rest against yours. he had been eagerly anticipating a night of finally fucking you senseless until you can't even remember your name, and your hesitation dampened that hope once again.

your soft-spoken words brought him back from his momentary disappointment. "but i..." you began, your voice tinged with coynes and a hint of determination. "i want to make you feel good too," you confessed, your eyes drifting down to his lap, where you couldn't help but notice the evidence of his arousal. there was curiosity and desire in your tone as you confessed your wish to return the favor. “j-just tell me what to do…”

a spark of something akin to admiration and appreciation flared up in jeno's eyes as he processed your words. out of all the things you had ever said, these words felt like music to his ears. a hopeful glimmer of satisfaction shone through, a realization that the night might not be a complete wash after all.

jeno chuckled affectionately, his voice carrying a hint of genuine appreciation as he spoke. "that's so nice of you, sweetie,” he murmured, gifting you a gentle peck on the lips which prompted a smile to bloom on your face. following his instructions, you carefully repositioned yourself, assuming a kneeling position between his legs, your eyes looking up at him expectantly.

a glimmer of greed flickered through Jeno's eyes as he took in the sight of you looking up at him. his hand cupped your face, his touch soft as he traced his fingers along your cheek. a subtle smile played at his lips as he issued a command, his voice dripping with desire. “you can start by taking off my clothes,” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours, hungry and full of heat.

you followed his directions without hesitation, slowly unbuttoning his pants and gently pulling them down, the sound of the fabric rubbing against his skin filling the room. as the fabric pooled around his ankle, your eyes couldn't help but drift towards his impressive package, your breath catching in your throat at the sight.

you saw a darker spot on the fabric of his boxes, damp with pre-cum, you wasted no time in removing the remaining piece, freeing his aching cock that stood proudly in front of your eyes, eliciting a soft sigh of relief from him.

you continued to stare at his dick, blinking a few times as you processed the sight. he was big. too big.

jeno chuckled heartily at the sight of your eyes widening in surprised awe, his ego swelling with a touch of cocky confidence. he knew exactly what was running through your mind. "don't be shy, pretty girl," he teased, a sly smile playing on his lips. "you can touch it." he leaned back, resting his weight on his hands as he waited for you to make a move.

as calm and collected as he appeared to be, jeno was practically craving your touch. his muscles tensed under your gaze, and there was a hint of desperation in his eyes as he longed for your caress. however, he was determined to maintain a facade of coolness, masking his inner pleading with subtle smirks and sultry words.

as your delicate hands finally encircled him, a soft sigh escaped jeno's lips, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the sensation. jis breath hitched, his teeth gently sinking into his lower lip in response to the pleasure coursung through him. his dark gaze was fixed on you, watching intently as you explored him with a look of curiosity and wonder in your eyes.

you started to stroke his cock slowly, the pre-cum acting enough as a lubricant, facilitating your movements. “just like that, sweetheart,” he said in low groans, his breath heavy.

yes, this. more. fast. please. he closed his eyes tight to savor the sensation. each sweet, slow movement of your hand pushed him closer to relief. and then... a new sensation joined the others. a delicate, refreshing affection, at the tip of his cock. almost like a breeze. you were licking it. rolling that pink, shy and naughty tongue around the head of his erection. kissing and tasting lightly. the feeling was intense. sublime. insufficient.

it took him by surprise how you effortlessly seemed to know what to do, and he found himself thoroughly enjoying it. his hands threaded through your hair, his fingers delving into the soft strands as he lavished his touch upon your head. in that moment, he found himself unable to hold back his words. his voice came out in a rough whisper, "put it all in your mouth.”

for a brief moment, a flicker of worry crossed jeno’s expression. he feared that his request might have intimidated you, that you may stand up from your position on the ground and refuse to continue. he was on the verge of pleading with you, nearly uttering a desperate “please,” but before he could voice his concern, you unexpectedly acquiesced to his command, enveloping the head of his cock in your wet, ecstatic heat.

you began hesitantly. which was understandable, since this was your first time. but you didn't need much skill. he throbbed with desire while you showed great enthusiasm, even though you had no experience. there was little you could have done — except bite him, perhaps — that wouldn't have been delicious.

you were more than good. it was fantastic. he found himself rocking his pelvis, trying to go deeper each time your sweet, juicy mouth descended on him.

a ragged moan escaped his lips as he spoke, his grip on your hair growing tighter as he moved his hips in a quicker, more insistent rhythm. “you are doing so well, baby. so, so, well,” his words came out in a deep, raspy tone.

the mounting tension between you had taken its toll on jeno, and he was acutely aware of the pleasure that had been denied to him for a considerable amount of time. it was a struggle to maintain control, and he found himself teetering on the edge of climax.

as you continued your ministrations, he swallowed hard, the air around him seemingly growing thinner. his body trembled under your touch, his breath escaping in ragged gasps as he felt his climax building up, on the verge of tipping into pure ecstasy.

and, before he could even warn you, he came in your mouth, holding your head in place, forcing you to take his entire load. he didn’t mean to do that, but it felt so good he didn’t want you to pull away at the best part.

as you pulled away, gasping for breath, jeno's grip on your hair loosened, his hands gently releasing their hold on you. his own chest heaved with effort, his breathing ragged and labored from the intense encounter. he gazed at you with eyes heavy with desire, drinking in the sight of your disheveled appearance and the thin line of his cum that traced the corner of your mouth. in that moment, his expression was one of pure contentment and satisfaction.

a ghost of a smirk played at the corners of jeno's lips, his voice lacking any trace of remorse. "i'm sorry, i should have warned you, baby," he said, his words carrying a hint of satisfaction rather than regret.

you glanced up at him, offering a timid smile as you assured him, "i-it's okay, it wasn't that bad,” he watched as you ran your tongue over your lips, innocently cleaning the remnants of his essence.

god, he thought, you're so sexy.

from that point forward, not only had making out become a regular occurrence, but oral sex had become something you enthusiastically welcomed. jeno couldn't help but notice the change in you, how earnestly you seemed to embrace the act of pleasing him. it looked like you derived a sense of satisfaction from bringing him to such levels of ecstasy.

even though jeno was completely happy with the addition of a new activity to the menu, it still wasn't enough. don’t get him wrong, he loved getting a blowjob whenever either of you were in the mood, but what he really needed was to actual fuck you.

he found himself perplexed by your reluctance to take the next step. while he was fully aware of your penchant for shyness, he couldn't help but wonder why you hadn't given in yet.

considering the things you had already engaged in, he assumed that your comfort level would have already reached a point where you would be receptive to more.

the mounting impatience and desire finally got the better of him, and he decided that it was time to address the issue directly. he took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts before addressing you with a blunt question.

“baby, why don't you just let me fuck you?”

jeno caught you off guard, interrupting your casual routine as you were making your way to bed and using a towel to dry your hair. you momentarily froze, the towel suspended in mid-air as you turned to face him with widened eyes. “w-what? jeno…!” you stuttered as you hastily grabbed the towel, clutching it against your face in an attempt to conceal your flustered expression.

he couldn't help but roll his eyes, at your reaction, with a smirk on his lips and a chuckle in his voice, he reached out and pulled you closer to him, his arms encircling your waist and drawing you into his embrace. he settled his chin on your belly, gazing up at you with a curious expression and added with nonchalant tone, "i’m just curious, you know.”

with a single movement, jeno reached up and took the towel from your hands, tugging it away from your face to reveal your expression. his eyes scanned your face, taking in the adorable sight of you all bashful and shy.

"i-i..." your voice trailed off, your nervousness clearly evident. jeno's eyes remain fixed on you, waiting patiently for you to continue. sensing your hesitance, he encouraged you gently, his voice soft and soothing. "mmm, i'm listening," he urged, silently coaxing you to continue.

you averted his gaze, your voice barely above a whisper as you finally confessed. "i-it's just...you'll see me naked and all...," you admitted, the thought alone making your heart race with anxiety.

jeno's eyes widened momentarily as he processed your words, his expression alternating between disbelief and shock.

that was the reason? no fucking way.

"are you serious?" he asked, his voice filled with a touch of incredulity. you responded with an eager nod, still not looking at him, "i-i can't do that, you'll see everything!" your voice trembled slightly, the thought of being fully exposed in front of him clearly terrifying to you.

jeno couldn't believe what he was hearing. it seemed almost unbelievable that the reason you were hesitant to take the next step was solely because of the thought of being completely naked in front of him.

his facial expression softened as he tried to understand your perspective better. "baby, it's me, you know," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring. he reached out to cup your face, his touch tender. "you don't have to be embarrassed with me," he continued, his eyes searching yours.

"i...i know that," you stammered, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest at his touch and the soothing sound of his voice. despite knowing that he was someone you trusted deeply, the thought of being completely nude in front of him still felt overwhelming.

you tried to articulate your feelings, your words coming out in a shaky whisper. "but... it's just... i'm worried i won't look good enough for you," you confessed coyly.

great. you were insecure. he forgot that.

“that's just so stupid," he muttered, pulling you onto the bed with him and positioning you straddling his lap. his fingers gently cradled your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "you know i love every single part of you, right?" he repeated, his tone tender and sincere. "even those i'm yet dying to see," he added with a smirk, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every contour. "you are just perfect.”

your eyes widened slightly at his words, his unwavering confidence in your beauty causing a flutter in your chest. insecurity still lingered, but the way he spoke with such certainty made your doubts waver.

your hands unconsciously found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as your breath hitched. "you...you really think that?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as your lips form a small pout.

jeno chuckled softly, his hands moving from your face to your hips, their grip firm but gentle as they held you in place on his lap. "i don't just think it, i know it," he replied, his eyes scanning your face as his thumbs began to trace soothing circles on your hipbones.

his voice dropped lower as his eyes held your gaze, “your body is incredible," he repeated, "i love every inch of it." his expression softened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "and i would love even more if you just let me see more of you. you have nothing to be shy about, baby. let me show you just how much i appreciate every part of you.”

your heart skipped a beat, his words igniting a flutter of anticipation within you. despite your lingering insecurities, you couldn't deny the way his words made your stomach churn with excitement and nervousness, he sounded so inviting.

after a few moments of contemplation, your voice trembled as you finally gave in, your eyes meeting his.

"o-okay," you whispered, the word barely audible, as if spoken more to yourself than to him. taking a deep breath, you made the decision, your heart racing in your chest. “i-it's fine.”

as soon as the words left your mouth, granting him permission, Jeno's lips were on yours in a heartbeat, the kiss passionate and feverish. his hands didn't waste any time either, slipping under the fabric of your shirt to caress the soft skin of your back.

“that's it, sweetie,” he said against your lips. “i promise it will be worth it,” he pulled you closer, the intensity of his embrace and the hungry way his tongue sought yours sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

jeno's impatient hands were soon tugging at the hem of your shirt, his movements eager and insistent as he lifted it over your head, revealing your bare upper body, clad only in a bra. his breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of your exposed skin, his eyes roaming over you, appreciating every inch. his hands continued to caress your skin, the feeling of flesh on flesh sending shivers down your spine.

his touch was gentle and deliberate, his fingers tracing soft lines along your collarbones, your arms, down your sides. he leaned forward, his lips pressing kisses along your neck and collarbones, nipping and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. "you are so beautiful, baby," he murmured against your skin. "i've been wanting to do this for so long.”

he continued to kiss and nibble at your neck and collarbones, his movements soft but insistent. as he trailed a path of kisses down your chest, his fingers traced the lace of your bra, tracing the edge of the fabric with the tip of his fingers.

his lips moved lower, his kisses growing more frantic as they reached your chest, his tongue tracing the contour of your cleavage as his hands continued to roam your body. his fingers trailed a path down your back to the clasp of your bra, his knuckles brushing against your skin as he fumbled to undo it.

jeno's fingers worked quickly to undo the clasp of your bra, his touch both impatient and skillful as he finally managed to free you from the confines of the undergarment. he pulled it away, revealing your bare chest to him, your tits jiggling slightly.

“fuck,” he exhaled a shaky breath, his eyes taking in the sight of your exposed flesh. "you're more beautiful than i ever imagined," he murmured, his voice filled with desire and awe.

as jeno continued to gaze at you, you couldn't help but feel a wave of shyness wash over you. your arms instinctively moved to cover your chest, attempting to shield yourself from his unabashed staring. embarrassed, you muttered, "s-stop looking at me like that.”

he reached out and gently pulled your arms away from your chest, exposing your bare skin again. “don’t be embarrassed,” he said, his voice soft and soothing. “you’re gorgeous. i could look at you all day.”

He leaned down, his hands trailing a path across your chest, his fingertips gently caressing your boobs. his touch was feather-light, almost reverent as he explored the contour of your flesh. he took his time, seemingly wanting to savor every moment of this encounter.

slowly, he lowered his head, his hand reaching out to cup one, his thumb brushed over your nipple, his fingers closing around your breast, squeezing gently as he drew your nipple into his mouth, sucking softly. he hummed contentedly, lost in the sensation, his lips working slowly, savoringly.

a soft gasp escaped your lips as jeno's tongue worked its magic, sending shivers down your spine. your body writhed beneath him, your fingers tangling in his locks, tugging at them softly.

feeling your body respond to his touch, he took the opportunity to lay you down on your back, gently coaxing you into the plush pillows. he never stopped his ministrations, he caught your nipple between his teeth, giving it a light bite and then sucking, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive touch, as if marking you as his own.

“god, you're so perfect," he whispered, he moved to your other tit, giving it the same attention. "don't hide yourself from me again.”

jeno's hands slid to the waistband of your shorts, his touch burning against your skin. he pulled them down, along with your panties, as you lifted your hips up to help him guide them down your thighs and off your body.

when you were finally bare before him, he couldn't help but take a moment from sucking your boobs to admire the sight of you laid out beneath him, open and vulnerable.

“look at how hot my pretty girl is,” he bite his lower lip, leaning closer to capture your lips in a rough kiss, his fingers making their way to between your thighs. he knew he needed to prepare you for the main event, to make sure you were ready for what he was dying to give you.

you were so sensitive that it was easy to get reactions from you, he didn't even need to finger you that much to make you come a few times, that, along a few praises on your ear while hitting your sweet spots, were enough to have you squirming under him.

jeno's breath was warm against your ear as he spoke, his words sending delightful shivers down your spine. "okay, sweetie," he whispered, his lips still pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "you're doing so well."

he could feel your quick breath and the sweat beginning to form on your forehead. his wrists were growing tired from his efforts, but he wasn't backing down. "i'll make you feel even better," he promised, his voice low and seductive.

he shifted his body, his hands working quickly to remove his clothes, discarding them carelessly on the floor beside the bed.

your eyes drank in the sight of jeno's body, taking in his toned muscles and the way his body glowed in the faint light of the room. your gaze fell on his cock standing proud and ready, and a wave of heat washed over you, making you instinctively press your legs together. he was so hot. it was unfair how good he looked.

“like what you see, pretty?” he asked with a smug smile. you weren't brave enough to say the words out loud, but you wanted him to know that you appreciated him too, so you only nodded fiercely, making him laugh and lean over you to press his lips against yours in a gentle kiss while positioning himself between your legs, his erection rubbing against your thigh.

jeno broke the kiss to look into your eyes, his gaze intense and serious. he gently cradled your chin in his hand as he spoke, his voice filled with concern and desire. "just listen to me for a moment, okay?" he said softly. "i need you to promise me that if it becomes too much, if it hurts in any way, you'll tell me to stop. can you do that for me, baby?”

his words hung in the air for a moment, the implications clear. you knew why he was saying that. the size of his cock was undoubtedly intimidating, and it was natural to feel a pang of fear. but your desire for him overpowered any reservations you might have had.

with a nod, you responded. "yes, jeno, i can," you gave him a small smile, "i’ll tell you if it's too much.” he studied your face for a moment, making sure you were sincere and not just saying it to please him. he could see the want in your eyes. the way you nodded your head and answered him firmly gave him the reassurance he needed.

“that’s my good girl,” he kissed your cheek, straightening his back and wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before pressing it against your entrance, teasing you lightly by rubbing the tip up and down.

then, he slowly pushed his lenght inside you, as he advanced, you gasped and clutched the sheets, small whimpers of pain escaping your lips. you were lucky you were wet enough to ease the pain, his dick slid into you with ease, he really prepared you well.

jeno's expression mirrored pleasure, his eyes closing in ecstasy as he threw his head back and let out a silent moan. it was as if he had been waiting for this moment for an eternity, and the feeling of you enveloping him was like entering a state of nirvana.

he paused for a moment, his body trembling with pleasure and exertion, as he looked at you. he was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

"are you doing okay, baby?" he asked, his voice hoarse and low, he wasn't even half way and you seemed to be struggling already.

he looked at your face, taking in the expression of pain and pleasure mingled on your features as your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes welled up with tears. despite the discomfort you were feeling, you reassured him. “y-yes, keep going," you managed to say through trembling lips, your voice shaky but determined. "i can take it, i promise.”

jeno couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for finding you so incredibly hot even in that moment. he leaned in closer, pressing his face against your neck, and sought out your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. it was an attempt to provide some distraction from the pain, and his words were a soothing whisper against your skin.

"that's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and comforting. "you're doing so well. just a little more,” he continued to move his hips, causing you to gasp once more, and he couldn't help but moan at the feeling of you squeezing him. his grip on your hands tightened as he fought to maintain control of his own desire to simply fuck you hard.

and when he was finally fully inside you, a wave of relief washed over you, releasing a soft sigh from your lips, you never felt so full before.

he soon let go of your hand to straighten his back again, you were speared open by his cock and when he pressed the palm of his hand on your belly and you felt the bulge he made there, it was too much. neither of you were expecting you to cum right now, your voice crying out his name as your entire body tremble.

“fuck, baby, already?” he asked under his breath, a smile on his lips. again, that was so hot of you. he can't believe he made you come like that.

and that was enough for him. he pulled his hips back slowly, his cock almost all the way out, a brief moment of relief when your insides were empty again, which didn't take long when he pushed back into you hardly, his tip hitting your cervix, making you both moan loudly. you didn't even had time to recover from the most intense orgasm of your whole life.

“fuck,” he said almost breathless. “feel that, pretty girl?” his grip on your hips tightened enough to feel painful and leave bruises. “feel how deep i am?”

the room was filled with sounds of skin against skin as he increased his pace, thrusting even harder while voicing out a few praises to you, saying how well you take him, how good your pussy feel, how he wanted to fill you up with his cum.

he nipped and nibbled at the sensitive flesh, leaving behind a trail of kisses and light love bites as he continued to move in and out of you. your name spilled from his lips like a prayer, a plea, a mantra.

you had intended to speak, to ask him to slow down, but before you could utter a word, jeno sealed your lips with his own, effectively silencing your pleas. his kiss consumed you, capturing all your moans and protests.

he picked up the pace, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate as he feel himself getting closer to his climax. jeno's voice was a low, seductive whisper, his breath hot against your neck. "gonna fill you up, pretty," he murmured, his teeth sinking into your flesh. "you're gonna take every single drop," he whispered fiercely, nibbling at your neck once more as he continued to move, his thrusts growing more insistent.

his hand went to your clit, wanting to make you cum once again, this time right with him. he was close to his limit and he knew he was overstimulating you, then it wouldn't be so difficult. within moments, jeno felt his body become tense and his thrusts more erratic, his movements stuttering even more as he felt you tighten around him.

it didn't take long for you both to cum and you feet him fill you with his hot seed, both moaning loudly. jeno gave a few more thrusts to make sure you were going to take everything he had to give you before pulling out of you.

jeno's body collapsed onto yours, both of you panting and struggling to catch your breath in the aftermath of your climax. the room was filled exclusively with the sounds of your labored breathing.

you could feel the hotness of his skin against yours, his heartbeat racing against your chest as he tried to regain some control over his own breathing. his weight pressed you into the mattress, his body limp and sated.

he buried his face against your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. his grip on you loosened, his arms coming to rest by your sides as he lay on top of you, completely spent.

after a few moments of comfortable silence, jeno rolled off you and settled onto his back beside you. he broke the silence, his voice gentle, "how are you feeling, baby?" he asked, turning his head to look at you. he noticed the tired yet content smile on your face.

“blissful,” you answered with a light giggle, making him smile back at you.

good. he was going to focus on that now instead of thinking about how stupid he was for cumming inside you on the first fuck and how this could be a big problem in the future.

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Good Girl (Mike Kiernan x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Mike Kiernan x Fem!Reader Summary: After 6 months of silent flirtations, you finally have a riding lesson with the best teacher you know. Word count: 2,929 Contents: (Minors DNI). Protected sex, power imbalance (technically he’s your boss), oral (f receiving), hickies, spanking. Author's notes: Oh my god. I'm sorry for taking so long. Nothing happened in my life; I just got lazy lol, sorry. Once more, it's a collab with my girl @fuckiingloser. I love you guys, thank you for your patience!

The last few months, you had been shadowing Mike Kiernan, a nice, incredibly handsome secondary school teacher, for your university internship. And you felt like you had struck gold. 

Mike, besides being the generous eye candy who eased your five consecutive days of work per week, was understanding, helpful, and patient. Gently guiding you through the overworked world of teaching and talking you through it. Not hard to believe you had grown quite fond of him.

Extremely fond of him.

It was the last day of the semester, and you and Mike had stayed late after the school day ended to finish grading some tests. Your eyes were glued to his thick fingers as he flipped through the last stack of papers for the night. His soft brown hair fell perfectly over his forehead, his slutty square glasses framed his beautiful baby blue eyes as he read names and numbers, and you, sitting right next to him, couldn’t help but admire. 

Intelligent, kind, helpful and so fucking sexy. 

He was perfect. 

You snapped out of your temporary lust-filled haze as he turned to you, putting the tests into his desk.

“You survived 6 months as a teacher, congrats...” He said cooly, flashing that charming little smile that bothered you too much in certain spots. Unconsciously, you crossed your legs, and for a split second, his pale blue eyes flickered down to the smooth skin your skirt revealed, before very politely returning to your face.

“All thanks to your help…” You pointed out, making him chuckle.

“Don’t give me too much credit, you’re a natural...” The way he said it, with that sincere, pretty man charm, made your heart and pussy flutter in unison. God, he was sexy in that cozy blue sweater, especially when praising you. He was one “good girl” away from killing you.

Hot, sweet, funny… Mike Kiernan was the whole package, and you wanted to see his whole package.

Now, to point out the painfully obvious, he was technically your boss. But he wasn’t much older than you. Only about 7 or 8 years. AND, you both definitely had an unspoken mutual attraction stemming from day one. Nothing you had addressed or dived into, but it had been looming over you the past six months, tempting you to explore it.

A few flirty comments at the beginning, a lot of flirty looks and laughs, but neither of you had made a move… Yet. 

As you started to pack your things, ready to go home and relax by fantasizing about him, you heard him speak again.

“I’ve got a nice bottle of red at my place if you’d like to share a celebratory drink tonight. No pressure, of course, just figured we could cheers to a great semester…” 

Your eyes, sinful as ever and widening a bit, focused on his soft pink lips as he spoke. Holy fuck.

“I’d love to.” You said with a smile, trying to play it cool yet screaming inside your head.

Next thing you knew, you were at Mike’s apartment sitting on his couch. The Smiths played quietly in the background, briefly overpowered by the sound of him pulling the cork out of a wine bottle.

“It's an aged merlot…” He said, joining you on his sleek leather couch with two long-stemmed glasses. You pretended to know whatever an aged merlot was as you watched him pour two glasses of it.

God, he was pretty. How could somebody pour wine sexily? How could the simple motion of handing a glass of wine be attractive? The light of the fire he started when you got there only made him more handsome. Licks of gold bounced off his smooth skin like they loved him, his bright blue eyes bore into yours hypnotically, and stroked the other fire between your legs.

“Well…” He held up his glass, maroon-tinted light filtering through. “Cheers”. 

You copied his motion and clinked your glasses together before taking a sip. His eyes never left yours as you drank and took in the flavor of his aged merlot. An oddly calming moment for how instantly this turned you on. 

In between sips, you chatted about anything, from mutual feelings about work, to music, literature, movies… Until you had downed two glasses of the sweet red wine.

There was a pause in the conversation as he filled up a third glass for each of you, allowing you to look around his living room, specifically his bookshelves, which were filled to the brim with books, records, and some DVDs, perfectly curated and organized and so him.

When you turned back to him, his pretty eyes were fixed on your now exposed thighs, thanks to your skirt riding up. It was like clockwork with him; anytime you would walk into school early with a skirt and tights, you’d find him staring throughout the day. And it only incited you to keep wearing outfits like that.

“I've gotta be honest…” He started, his hand tentatively reaching out and running his fingertips over the soft skin of your thigh. “These skirts drive me crazy…”

You nearly choked mid-sip as he finally said the quiet part out loud. 

“I had a feeling…” You flirted back, fueled by the wine and the maddening heat between your legs, the anticipation alone making your pussy clench around nothing. He let out a little laugh.

“Guess I wasn’t very subtle, was I?” He replied with a cute smile, so charming it could drive you insane. You laughed in response, shaking your head and setting your glass down.  

“Not particularly… but is it bad to admit I enjoyed it?” You said sensually, eyes taking him in detail, from his desire-full eyes all the way down to his twitching cock in his pants.

Mike smirked, and with no hesitation, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a warm, wet, rich kiss. His hand moved up your thigh under the hem of your skirt, and his tongue slid into the tempting heat of your mouth so slowly, savoring you like the feast you were. He cupped your cheek tenderly yet firmly, as to make sure you wouldn’t disappear from him.

“I can’t even tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that...” he whispered into his lips. “Wanted to stay professional but-“ You cut him off with another needy, searing kiss.

Professionalism couldn’t matter less to you in this moment, with his soft, plump lips on yours. And while the sentiment and respectfulness from him was appreciated, and very admired, you had waited so long to fuck this hot ass teacher, you didn’t want to waste a single second more.

You made out for a few minutes, melting into each other’s mouths and touch, savoring every moment like you were starving. The six-month-long anticipation finally freed you from its grasp, making you realize that you both wanted it much more than either of you had thought.

“Stand up..” He suddenly whispered into your lips, parting from the kiss. The lust fogging up your brain demanded you to pull him back in and kiss him some more, but the tone of his voice, firm and demanding, like you were a student in his class, turned you on incredibly.

Obeying, you stood up from the leather couch, not thinking twice. You feasted your eyes as Mike sank to his knees in front of you, like you were a holy apparition and he the most devoted. His beautiful pale blue eyes stared into yours so intensely your heart rate sped up and your pussy fluttered.

Large hands ran up your smooth legs with a slow, reverent pace, until they were at the hemline of your skirt.

“I’ve thought about eating your sweet cunt for months….” He practically purred to you as your chest heaved, staring down at him in anticipation. 

There was so much you wanted to say in that moment, so much you had thought about telling him. This had been the scenario of many of your fantasies, the fuel to the fire, the idea you pictured and clung to while touching yourself in bed. But as you searched through your lustful mind, Mike spoke again.

“Can I take these off, love?” He said gently, his hands snaking up under your skirt, fingertips ghosting over the edges of your lace panties with barely contained anticipation.

“Yes… ” You replied instantly, making his smirk widen. His fingers hooked the band of your underwear and slowly pulled them down, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The fabric glided down until it hit the floor, and you stepped out of it.

With a spark of mischief, Mike picked up your white lace panties and brought them to his nose, inhaling with delight and closed eyes, a contented, savoring groan leaving his lips. When he had his fill, he balled up the undergarments, shoving them into the back pocket of his khakis.

Your heart pounded in your chest at the constant realization that this was real life and not another one of your “alone-with-your-vibrator” fantasies.

“I’m gonna eat your cunt…” He warned sensually, his eyes looking into yours with longing. As suspected by your daydreams, he was the kind of guy who talked you through it. Perfect for you.

In a moment, his head disappeared under your skirt. You felt his hot breath caressing your aching core for a second before his warm, wet tongue slid between your delicate folds, separating them and sending you straight to heaven on earth. 

“Oh fuck…” You whispered in between breathless whimpers, inciting his tongue to dive even deeper before circling over your needy, sensitive clit. Mike groaned happily; your moans, your scent, your sweetness, they all made him hungrier, devouring you whole.

“You taste like heaven.” He whispered against your cunt, head covered by your skirt. His big hand held you steady by the hip while you placed a leg over his strong shoulder, giving him better access to you. Mike moaned in approval, not detaching himself from your pussy.

His talented tongue slipped down, sliding inside you and making you cry out. You could see stars as he lapped against you like he was a starving man and you the only thing in this world that could satisfy him.

“P-please-don’t stop- m’gonna come…” You stuttered rather pathetically as his tongue flicked over your clit once more. However, much to your dismay, Mike stopped and pulled back from under your skirt, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal and pupils wide with lust. 

He gave you a look of beautiful vulnerability, silently telling you that if he didn’t stop now, he would come in his pants before he had the chance to fuck you.

Moving quickly, he got up from the floor and fumbled with his belt, tugging down his pants and boxers in one go, and sitting back on the couch. Your mouth watered at the sight of his thick, veiny cock standing at full mast, just waiting for you to sit on it, precum leaking from the red, eager tip.

“Condom?” You asked, shocking yourself with that wave of reason. Safety was first, even if the thought of him coming deep inside you drove you wild with need.

“Oh shit- yeah… my wallet’s in my pants.” He regained his wits, even if his chest heaved with anticipation. 

You quickly reached down and grabbed his wallet, pulling out the silver wrapper and tossing it to him. You watched his alabaster teeth tear the foil open before his swift fingers rolled the condom down his thick length. Such simple actions yet so incredibly hot, arousal dripped down your inner thighs.

“You’re gonna ride my cock like a good girl with that pretty little skirt on, aren’t you?” He smirked and leaned back against the leather couch, you nodded obediently.

“Yes, Mr Kiernan…” You purred sweetly, playing into the little fantasy and putting a bigger smile upon his handsome face. You moved to straddle his thighs, your desire getting the best of you and making you steal a kiss from him. Your tongues swirled together and you tasted yourself in his mouth, moaning in delight.

“Christ- you are so fucking sexy” Mike husked against your lips in between hungry, slick kisses. His hands slid under your skirt to palm your ass greedily, giving both cheeks a hard, self-indulgent squeeze.

Carefully, you leaned back, lifting your skirt up to look at his rock hard cock, then, you looked into his eyes, and he got the message loud and clear. His big hand grabbed the base of his cock, angling it steady so you could perfectly lift yourself onto him.

The air felt thick around you as the tip slid inside easily, making you both moan in unison. His hands grabbed your hips for support, his grip tightening the more you sank down. You went slowly, allowing yourself to adjust to his girth.

“So tight…” He moaned, feasting his eyes on your pussy swallowing him before fluttering them shut and letting his head fall back against the couch. You moaned in agreement, adjusting to him.

It had been a while since you had fucked anyone. And now, being with your dream guy who also had the thickest, perfectly curved cock, it was actual heaven.

You let out a strangled moan as you sank down fully, his tip sitting snugly against the end of you. Your tight, wet cunt held onto him with a vice grip, every delicious inch fitting perfectly inside you.

His eyes opened wide, finding yours again as you started to bounce on him. Non-stop whiny moans fell from your lips without even thinking as his cock poked your g-spot repeatedly. He guided your movements with his hands, gripping your hips rather possessively.

Soft pink lips found yours again in a sloppy kiss, you moved as one and got lost in each other. Eventually, he kissed down your jaw to your neck, tongue flicking over it, then sucking at the skin, pulling a guttural moan from you.

“God this little pussy is so perfect…” He whispered into your neck in between kisses. “Wraps around my cock so fucking good…” 

His words added more gasoline to your fire, urging you to go faster. You gripped the couch behind him for support and started to roll your hips expertly, moaning his name like a mantra.

The look on his face and the way his cock pulsed deep inside you, you knew he wouldn't last much longer. Neither would you. A familiar burn filled the pit of your stomach.

“Gonna come…” That was all you could manage to squeak out, looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes. He nodded and readjusted, planting both feet on the floor and using the leverage to pound up into you from below.

The sounds of skin slapping together quickly filled the room and harmonized with your even louder moans. Your eyes rolled back and so did your head, you could only see the ceiling as Mike fucked you deeper and faster, as if his entire life depended on it.

His hand reached up to hold your chin, forcing you to look at him in the eyes as he railed you.

“You look at me when I make you come.” He demanded with such grit and intensity, his words went straight between your legs and sent your cunt to the edge. You nodded frantically, desperate to please.

“So fucking close…” You whimpered, tears of intense pleasure brimming in your eyes. Much more intense than anything you had ever felt with any other sexual partner before. Mike was so focused on getting you there first it made you weak.

“Come for me, pretty girl…” He urged you, even if he was short of breath from putting in work to jackhammer his hips to fuck you deep. His hand gave you a swift, hard smack on your ass over your skirt, the sound vibrating in your ears. You arched your back and cried out at the pleasure mixed with pain.

That was when it hit you like a truck. You came so hard you saw spots for a second. Your pussy convulsed and tightened around his cock and you practically screamed his name, along with a string of curse words. Your thighs shook from the intensity and your hands gripped the couch behind him.

Mike saw and felt everything. The sight of you falling apart on his big cock completely disarming him. He came hard as your pussy milked him for all he's worth, moaning and pulsing inside you, spilling his load into the condom. When he was done, he slowly pulled out and discarded the used latex, setting it on the coffee table.

“Holy shit…” He breathed out in exhaustion after recovering for a minute. You both tried your best to regain your breath and composure, your foreheads damp with sweat and your hearts still racing. Slowly, you leaned in and pressed your forehead against his, your breaths mingled as you sat in a comfortable silence.

“So… you ready for round two?” You asked with a cheeky smirk, watching in amusement how his eyes widened and he let out a huff of a surprised laugh.

“Someone’s eager…” He chuckled, giving your hips a playful smirk, before sliding to give your asscheek a playful swat over your skirt. 

“Ready for another lesson from the best teacher I know, that's all…” You purred, eyes twinkling, looking into his. Mike smirked, his cock coming back to life under you, awakened by the way you played into the fantasy again.

“Alright… flip over and keep that skirt on…” 

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