#when i went back to take my clothes out of the dryer they were there again and the guy was like ‘you got here right on time’

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when you do laundry in a communal space do you want to talk to people there??

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“Laundry Mix Up”

Eddie Brock x Neighbor!Reader

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Summary: Due to a laundry mix-up, your neighbor Eddie ends up with one of your thongs—and he has no intention of giving it back.

WC: 6k (This shit is way too long for all smut, Jesus Christ, there must be something wrong with my brain)

Warnings/Tags: smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, masturbation, lingerie kink?, oral (m!receiving), female!reader, venom being venom, set between the first and second movie, awkard eddie.

The first time Eddie saw you, you were wrestling with a box twice your size in the hallway, one bare shoulder pressed to the side of it as you struggled with the lock to your new apartment.

Eddie had been on his way out, hoodie half-zipped, takeout menu folded in one hand, and Venom growling in the back of his mind about how humans eat garbage. But then he saw you, in that tank top, those shorts that clung like sin, messy hair, and he abruptly stopped.

“Uh—hey, need a hand with that?” He heard himself say.

You turned, eyes flicking over him for the briefest second before smiling. A proper, slow, flirtatious smile, the kind that made his heart skip a beat.

“No thanks. I’ve got it,” you replied, voice low and warm, a little teasing. “But good to know someone around here is actually nice.”

Eddie chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

Venom whispered inside his brain: “She smells good. Can I eat her?”

You were only his new neighbor, and that quickly became a problem, because Eddie wasn’t exactly a man in control of his own mind. Especially not with Venom in there.

You two started talking in small doses, it was only elevator conversations, jokes in the laundry room, a few lingering glances that made him wonder if you could feel it too—whatever this was.

“You want her,” Venom said one night as Eddie stood by the kitchen window, half a beer in his hand.

“No. No, I don’t,” he mumbled.

“Liar.” he said. “I’m tired of you being a pussy, you should take her. Just pick her up. Tell her she’s yours. She wants you.”

“Whatever, V.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re still mourning over Anne,” Venom roared. “We are so over Anne.”

“It’s not about Anne!” Eddie snapped. “Don’t bring Anne into—”

“Then tell me,” Venom growled inside his skull, “if Anne got Dan then why we can’t mate with the hot neighbor?”

“Because this ain’t the goddamn law of the jungle, pal. And ‘mating’ doesn’t work like that!”

“I don’t know what the hell happened to you, Eddie,” Venom grumbled in his head. “I’ve seen your memories— you used to have some game, pal. Now you’re just… floundering. Pathetic.”

“Yeah, well… life happened,” Eddie muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You seen her? She’s insanely hot. Like, melt-your-brain hot. She’s probably got a whole damn waiting list of guys dying to buy her coffee, and I’m over here forgetting how to talk when I see her.”

“We could eat the others.”

“Still not helping, buddy.”

The dryer buzzed. Eddie was already regretting leaving his laundry till the last minute again, he was down to his last pair of clean boxers.

He opened the dryer door and started pulling the clothes into the basket, not really looking. A hoodie, some socks, a t-shirt, and then… something small, black and lacy caught on the edge of the drum and fell into his hand.

Eddie stared, it was a thong.

Not just a thong. The thong. Tiny, with a little bow, and so delicate it barely weighed anything, the kind of thing he’d imagined you in before. The kind of thing that didn’t seem like it could possibly be functional, the kind of thing someone wore when they wanted to be seen, when they wanted to tease, to ruin someone else.

The fabric dangled from his fingers like it knew what it was doing.

Venom purred. “Ooooooh. That’s hers. I can smell it.”

Eddie’s stomach twisted, his throat went dry and his pants got tighter.

“Oh no.”

“Oh Yes.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie muttered, tossing the thong toward the basket like it burned. It landed softly on top of a towel—mocking him still.

Venom huckled darkly. “Definitely hers. And she wore it recently. Mmm, bet I can still taste her.”

“Shut up.” His voice cracked, rough with arousal and shame. “Shut the hell up.”

“Do you think she left it here on purpose?” Venom hissed gleefully. “Marking her territory? Begging you to find it? Wanting you to react to it?”

Eddie let out a strained noise, somewhere between a groan and a whimper.

“Christ, you’re insane.”

“I’m not the one hard over a pair of panties,” Venom sneered, amused.

“I’m not—fuck off.”

Eddie dragged his hand down his face again, his pulse thundering. He couldn’t stop picturing it—you pulling that thong up your thighs, the way it would hug your hips, disappear between your cheeks, the way it would smell after you wore it all day. He leaned against the dryer, eyes shut tight, trying not to let the fantasy spiral.

Venom growled low and hungry. “Take it home.”

“I am not.”

“Sure.”

…

He stood frozen in his apartment, the thong still in his hand.

His brain was doing somersaults, because obviously, this was an accident, a simple mistake, you’d probably tossed in a load late at night, mixed it with his by mistake. It happened, it was a normal honest mistake. But he couldn’t stop looking at it, at how tiny it was, how soft, how impossibly intimate.

“She wore this.” Venom’s voice slid through his chest. “It touched her. We could smell her on it if you let me—”

“NOPE,” Eddie snapped aloud, shoving the thong deep into his hoodie pocket like it might explode if he looked at it one second longer.

He started pacing.

“This is wrong. I’m not that guy. I’m not some creep who—who sniffs his neighbor’s—Jesus, what is wrong with me?”

“You want her,” Venom growled, low and matter-of-fact. “You’ve always wanted her. And now, after a whole year of celibacy, blue balls and sad showers, you’re losing your mind like some horny teenager.”

“No. I’m gonna go over there and return it to her. Tell her it was a mistake.”

“We have a trophy, Eddie! A GIFT! why would you want to throw it away like a coward?”

“Because I’m not a goddamn pervert!”

“No, you’re just a hungry, touch-starved, pathetic little man.”

Eddie dragged a hand through his hair, then sat heavily on the edge of his bed. The thong was burning a hole in his pocket, his mind was spinning in the worst kind of way—fast, filthy, uncontrollable. Images flickering like wildfire, images of you, naked, bent over a counter, hips rocking, that little scrap of fabric on the floor.

“God. I need help.”

“She would help. If you asked nicely. If you growled a little. She’d love it.”

“Christ, man. Stop. I mean it.”

Eddie didn’t move to return the thong to you.

…

It was just after 1 a.m. The city outside Eddie’s window was buzzing with low life and sirens, he was lying in bed, shirtless, the covers pushed down around his hips. His skin was hot. His thoughts, worse.

That damn thong was next to him. He’d tried to forget about it, he really had, tried going for a run, watching old movies, reading the newspaper, even did the dishes, anything to keep his hands busy, anything to distract himself from the way his cock had been aching—throbbing—for over an hour.

But his dick was still hard, he could feel it drooling at the tip. Painful with the kind of need that didn’t just settle in his body, but in his bones.

“Touch it,” Venom whispered, low and guttural inside his head. “You know you want to.”

Eddie groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

“This is so wrong.”

“She wants you to. She probably left it for you.” Venom’s voice was dark silk, soaked in hunger. “She wants you to lose it. Wants you to wrap it around your cock while you think about ruining her pretty little throat.”

Eddie didn’t answer, instead, his hand slid beneath the waistband of his boxers. Just to ease the pressure, he told himself. Just to take the edge off, just to stop his cock from leaking precum onto his stomach like some fucking teenager.

The second he wrapped his fingers around his aching cock, a sharp breath escaped him. It was hot, heavy, the head so sensitive that even the glide of his palm made his hips jerk.

His mind began to wonder. You—on your knees in his kitchen. Eyes wide and innocent, but your mouth so filthy, stretched around him, drool running down your chin.

You—straddling him, mouth parted, voice whispering his name like it was yours. Grinding on him slow, panties pulled to the side, slick soaking him as you whimpered into his neck.

You—laughing as you dropped that tiny scrap of black lace in his lap, telling him “you’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

His hand moved faster over his thick length. Fist tight, twisting at the top, every stroke dragging a shiver down his spine, smearing the leaking precum from his tip down to his shaft, letting it get all wet. He reached in the dark for your thong, and wrapped it around his knuckles, dragging it up his cock, imagining it was your tongue instead.

“That’s it,” Venom hissed, delighted. “Think of her. Think of her wet, begging for you—”

“Jesus—shut up, get out of my head,” Eddie gasped, even as his hips rocked into his fist, chasing that release with desperation he hadn’t felt in years. His body was tight, every nerve on fire, all of it focused on you.

“Look at you,” Venom snarled, delighted. “Sweaty, moaning her name, fucking your fist like it’s the only hole we’ll ever get. Tragic.”

“I don’t need a narrator,” Eddie growled through clenched teeth, thrusting frantically into his fist. “Just—just shut up. Let me have this. Just one goddamn minute.”

He ignored Venom and imagined your thighs wrapped around his waist, your fingernails dragging down his back, your voice, high and breathy, “Harder, Eddie—God, don’t stop—”

He came hard, so hard his whole body seized, cum spurted over his hand, hot and thick and endless, leaking between his fingers and onto the sheets. The orgasm was so intense it made his eyes roll back, his back arch off the mattress, his chest rising and falling with ragged, uneven breaths. His stomach was a mess, his thighs shook, his mouth hung open on a silent moan.

His hot, sticky cum coated his fingers as he collapsed against the pillows, shaking with the aftershocks of it, it was slowly dripping down his wrist but he didn’t even have the strength to clean it up.

“You’re an embarrassment,” Venom purred. “You should’ve gone next door. Told her how you feel. Pushed her against the wall and fucked her like you wanted to.”

Eddie groaned.

“Man, we should be fucking her,” Venom barked, “not your hand. You’re a disgrace to horny men everywhere.”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you more. I’m stuck with a pathetic excuse for a man who’d rather jerk off instead of banging his hot neighbor.”

Eddie lay there, heart still pounding, sweat cooling on his chest, hand limp on his stomach. The thong was still wrapped around his fist, soaked, reeking of sex, shame and everything he couldn’t have.

“Please,” Venom groaned, equal parts disgusted and amused. “Go wash your damn hand. I swear, if I wake up glued to the sheets again, I’m eating the mattress.”

Eddie let out a broken laugh, still breathless. “Jesus, you’re so fucking dramatic—”

“No, you’re disgusting.” Venom snapped. “And if she ever finds out what you just did thinking about her—oh, the shame, Eddie. The shame.”

…

Eddie swore he was going to return the panties. The next morning, he almost did, got as far as your door, the thong folded neatly in his hoodie pocket, hand raised to knock, but he turned around, went back inside, and jerked off so hard it made his legs shake.

Now, it was like a routine. Midnight, lights off, apartment quiet, and there he’d be, in bed, fingers curling around your thong like it was sacred, holding it to his face, inhaling the faint, lingering trace of your scent, stroking himself slow, then faster, like it hurted not to.

He wrapped it around his fist and fuck it with the kind of desperate, aching rhythm that left him gasping, grinding his hips up into the fabric, fucking it like he’d fuck you—deep, needy, filthy.

He started talking to you in the dark, whispering into the sheets.

“You’d take it so good, baby. God, I’d split you open on this cock. You’d beg for it. Cry for it.”

Telling you how tight you’d feel, how soft your skin would be, how long he’d make you take it—slow, then rough, then slow again until you were shaking and begging and—

But tonight a different thought crept up behind it. A dirtier one, a ridiculous idea, one that he couldn’t take out of his brain..

“Try it on.”

His face flushed instantly. “No. Fucking no. That’s—no.”

“Just do it.”

“Venom, get out of my thoughts.”

“Just once. I know you want to.”

His hand shook as he brought it to his waist, like his body was already making the decision for him before his rational thoughts had any chance to say otherwise. He stepped out of his boxers and bent slightly, lifting one foot, then the other, sliding that little black thong up. The band stretched tight around his hips, it was way too small for him, he had to pull the fabric carefully to keep it from snapping.

When it was in place it dug tight between his asscheeks, pressing snug to the curve of his aching cock and balls, he let out a strangled sound, something between a whimper and a moan.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

It looked obscene on him, it hugged everything, making his cock look bigger, more sensitive somehow. His balls were spilling out the sides, the tiny scrap of fabric was doing a miserable job at holding anything in, barely stretching over the thick girth of his cock.

“You’re so pathetic,” Venom purred. “But you look surprisingly good in that.”

He palmed himself over the thong, his cock throbbed through the fabric, twitching with every rub, the tip already soaking the black lace with pre-cum. Just the mental image of you wearing that same thing, hugging your ass and cunt the same way it was now hugging his cock, made him throb in anticipation.

The friction felt surprisingly good, the lace rasped over his swollen cockhead, catching against the veins down the shaft. He could feel every seam, every thread. He pulled the fabric aside to free the thick length of his cock, just enough to stroke himself properly, but he kept the rest on, tight around his hips, and in between his cheeks. He could feel it every time he moved, and it made his whole body feel like it belonged to someone else. Like he was yours in some fucked-up way.

The lace rubbed under his balls, ruthless against the sensitive skin, and he rocked into it like he needed it. His orgasm hit him hard and fast. He arched off the bed, cock shooting rope after rope of cum that painted his stomach, the thong, the bedsheets. His hand didn’t stop moving even as his vision blurred and he choked on a moan that turned into a laugh. A fucking laugh.

“Pathetic little human,” Venom crooned, low in Eddie’s skull. “You’re addicted. Obsessed. Do you think she’d be shocked if she knew? Or turned on?”

Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed, cum cooling on his skin, your thong still wrapped around his cock.

He hoped to God the answer was turned on.

One night there was a knock on his door.

Eddie flinched like he’d been caught doing something illegal. Which, in a way… he had. Last night. With your underwear. In his bed.

“Open it,” Venom growled in his chest. “It’s her. She smells…sweet tonight.”

Eddie swallowed hard and cracked the door open. You were standing there in little denim shorts and a tank top that clung to your curves like it had been painted on, hair loose, lips glossed. You leaned on the doorframe like you owned it.

“Hey, neighbor.”

His mouth went dry.

“ACT NORMAL. NO, WAIT, DON’T ACT LIKE YOURSELF. ACT COOL.” Venom yelled inside his mind.

“Uh… hey.”

You smiled, one side of your mouth twitching like you could smell his panic.

“Sorry to bother you. I forgot my phone charger at work today. You wouldn’t happen to have a spare one, would you?”

“Y-yeah,” he managed. “Yeah, I’ve got a spare one.”

“LET HER IN,” Venom practically moaned.

Eddie stepped back, heart thudding like a drum. You walked past him, slow and easy, he couldn’t help but watch the way your hips moved—graceful, lazy, like a cat in the sun.

The same hips he’d imagined bouncing on his lap.

Focus, man.

“Uh… Sorry it’s a little messy,” Eddie muttered, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced around the apartment. Messy was an understatement. There were plates stacked in the sink, half-drunk beer bottles on the table, takeout containers shoved everywhere, and—were those feathers on the floor? Yeah. Definitely feathers. Remnants of whatever Venom had called “dinner” the other night.

You stepped inside carefully, eyeing the organized chaos. “It’s alright,” you said, lips quirking into a grin. “It has personality.”

Eddie blinked. “That’s… a nice way of putting it.”

“Your bed has personality too, Eddie. Show it to her.”

He fumbled through his desk drawers, his fingers trembling slightly as he searched for the charger.

You watched him. “You always this nervous when a girl is in your place?” You teased gently.

He glanced at you over his shoulder, trying to play it cool. “Only when she looks like she belongs on the cover of something I can’t afford.”

You laughed—low, real—and Eddie felt like someone had punched him in the chest.

“Well, well,” Venom purred, amused. “That wasn’t so bad, Casanova. Almost sounded like a functioning adult.”

“Smooth,” you said, taking a step closer. “And are you always this charming?”

“No,” he muttered, too honest, too quick.

“Tell her she smells good,” Venom said. “Just don’t make it weird. Wait, never mind—you will.”

Another step, and now you were just a few feet away, he could smell your perfume—warm, something sweet layered over your skin.

He felt Venom stir, curious and hungry.

“She wants you. Say something. Do something. Pin her against the wall. Fuck her like—”

“Shut up,” Eddie whispered.

You blinked. “Sorry?”

His eyes went wide. “Oh, no—I wasn’t—I wasn’t talking to you. I, uh, I have this... brain injury.”

You laughed again, this time with a raised brow. “Right. That explains a lot.”

You took the charger from his hands, but didn’t head straight toward the door. Instead, you lingered there, just a couple feet away, eyes fixed on his face.

“Why do I feel like I know you from somewhere?” you said, eyes narrowing as you searched his face, trying to place him.

“From your dreams!”

“Yeah… I get that a lot,” Eddie replied, his voice a little stiff.

Then your eyes lit up. “Oh! I know—you’re Brock. Eddie Brock.”

"AND VENOM."

He gave a sheepish shrug, scratching the back of his head. “That’s what it says on my ID.”

You grinned. “I knew you looked familiar. My grandma used to love your show—you know, The Eddie Brock Report?”

“Your grandma…” Eddie grimaced. “That doesn’t make me feel old at all.”

“It was a great show.” You laughed, nudging him. “Anyway, thanks for the loan,” you called over your shoulder. “I’ll return it. Maybe tomorrow.”

The door clicked shut behind you and Eddie stood there, brain fried, heart pounding, hard as a rock under his sweatpants.

“Lame,” Venom purred. “She wants to climb you like a tree. She’s like a cat in heat. And you just stood there. Pathetic.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re soft.”

“Yeah.”

“You are a coward, Eddie.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie sat on the couch, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms while Venom was pacing inside his skull like a caged animal.

“She came in here,” Venom hissed. “She was close. She smelled like want. And you let her walk out.”

“I’m not… I’m not ready for that,” Eddie muttered.

“There we go again.”

He pressed his face into his hands.

“She’s younger. Hotter. She probably thinks I’m a loser. Look at me, man—I look worse than I’ve ever looked, I don't have a steady job, I pay a rent I can barely afford. I’m not some—some smooth guy she’s waiting on. I’m the weird neighbor who talks to himself.”

Venom snarled.

“Yes, you’re insignificant, lame, and puny. But you’re not gonna do anything with all that self pity. You’re the man she wants. You smell what I smell, her body’s on fire when you’re near. She’s thinking about it. Fantasizing. Just like you.”

Eddie swallowed hard. “I’m not the same as I used to be,” he said quietly.

And that was true. Before everything fell apart—his job, Anne, the whole alien symbiote situation—he’d been confident, charming, even. He’d had purpose.

Now?

He jerked off with your underwear clutched in his fist and then pretended not to stare when you stopped to chat in the hallway.

“You are so weak. It’s sad really. She wants to mate with you and you’re here like a virgin.” Venom said, voice curling through Eddie’s skull like smoke. “I can’t believe you used to have sex daily, and honestly? From your memories? You didn’t even suck most of the time. Shocking, really.”

“Okay, first of all, she doesn’t want to ‘mate’ with me,” Eddie hissed under his breath, glancing over his shoulder like you might somehow overhear him from two rooms away. “And secondly, thank you.”

Venom huffed. “We should be out in the world. Eating heads. Getting head.” Venom laughed, low and rumbling. “Giving head too. ‘Cause we’re gentlemen.”

Eddie dragged a hand down his face. “You are not a gentleman.”

“Excuse you—I opened the door for her last week. That counts.”

“That was me, you jackass. You just screamed in my brain the whole time about how her jeans were ‘a work of sinful textile engineering.’”

“They were! You’re the one who got all shy and ruined it. You could’ve devoured her right there in the stairwell.”

“Not everything is about sex and consumption,” Eddie gritted.

“Oh but it is, Eddie. It is. We’re basically a walking wet dream. I’m a lethal, throbbing apex predator with a six-pack… and you… well you have your anxiety. I’m sure some women find that attractive. We should be doing something with that.”

Eddie groaned, rubbing at his temple. “Please shut up. You are so fucked in the head.”

“And horny, Eddie, don’t forget horny. I can fix this,” Venom growled. “Let me take over. We’ll go to her. Push her up against the wall. Make her beg for us.”

Eddie’s gut clenched. “Jesus, no.”

Venom cackled. “Then grow a spine, Eddie. Do something before someone else does.”

That last bit landed hard. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned his head back against the couch, jaw clenched.

“You think she’d really…?”

“Yes,” Venom hissed. “She’d let you fuck her until she can’t stand straight. She’d moan your name until the neighbors know. All you have to do is act.”

Eddie groaned. He was hard already, the ache too familiar, and without even thinking, his hand slipped beneath his waistband—again. And just like that, the routine began, but this time, the shame was louder.

“There we go,” Venom purred, watching through Eddie’s eyes. “Stroke it like a pathetic little pervert. Oh wait—you are one.”

“Tomorrow,” Eddie breathed.

“What?” Venom hissed.

“I’ll talk to her. Tomorrow. I swear.”

“No more jerking off like a teenager.”

“Okay.”

“No more hiding.”

“Okay.”

“You will fuck her or I will do it for you.”

“V, please—”

“Deal?”

Eddie shut his eyes, hand still moving, breath picking up. “Deal.”

“She’d be riding our face by now if you had an ounce of dominance in that soft little meat body,” Venom sneered. “Instead, you’re over here moaning into your hand like a loser.”

Tomorrow, he told himself.

But tonight?

Tonight, he came hard, moaning into the dark, with your name on his lips.

The cookies were still warm when you tucked them into the little tin. You didn’t usually bake, it wasn’t your thing, but you’d been restless all day—thinking about last night, about the way Eddie looked at you like he wanted to devour you but didn’t know how. You liked it, you liked him. The quiet awkwardness, the softness under all that scruff and shyness.

And now you were standing at his door again, bare-faced, hair loose, wearing a big old sweatshirt and tiny shorts underneath—just short enough to show your thighs just right.

You knocked. A pause. Footsteps. The door opened a crack—and then wider.

Eddie blinked at you, staring at the tin like it might explode.

“Hey,” you said, all casual. “Peace offering.”

“I, uh—what?”

You smiled. “Cookies. I made them. To say thanks for the charger last night.”

“You… baked?” He looked skeptical, then immediately apologetic. “You didn’t have to”

“I wanted to,” you held it out, and he reached for it like it might vanish.

“THAT’S WIFE MATERIAL OVER THERE, EDDIE!” Venom bellowed, rattling around in Eddie’s skull like a drunk frat boy on a megaphone. “ASK HER TO COME IN. NOW.”

“Wanna come in?” he asked, stepping back.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Eddie closed the door behind you and stood awkwardly while you made yourself at home—again. You popped open the tin, plucked out a cookie, and held it up to him.

“C’mon. Be honest. If it sucks, I’ll pretend not to cry.”

Eddie took it—your fingers brushing—and took a slow bite.

His eyes closed. You bit your lip.

“…Holy shit,” he mumbled, mouth full. “This is actually—this is really good.”

You grinned. “Told you.”

“EDDIE,” Venom thundered in Eddie’s mind. “KEEP HER. MARRY HER. GIVE HER BABIES. ALSO—GIVE ME ANOTHER COOKIE.”

Eddie coughed and nearly choked.

“Y’okay?” you laughed.

“Yeah. Yeah. Just, uh—brain injury.”

“Right, I remember.”

You took one yourself, leaning back against the counter, licking melted chocolate from your thumb. Eddie looked like he might combust, his sweatpants weren’t hiding a damn thing now, the huge bulge under them was clear as the day.

“SHE IS DOING THAT ON PURPOSE,” Venom growled gleefully. “SHE KNOWS YOU’RE A WEAK MAN.”

You met his eyes and he didn’t look away.

“You can’t even talk to her without getting a boner,” Venom muttered. “Pull yourself together. You’re embarrassing both of us.”

“So,” you said slowly, “I’ve been thinking.”

“That’s dangerous,” he said, before he could stop himself. He made his way to the couch, maybe if he sat down, spread out and casually pulled a cushion over his lap, you wouldn’t notice the way his cock was throbbing, straining against the thin fabric of his sweats.

You raised a brow, grinning. “Okay, smartass. I was gonna say… I’ve been thinking about another way of saying thank you.”

Eddie’s throat bobbed. “Yeah?”

You took a step closer, stepping between his knees, where he’d sunk onto the edge of the couch without realizing it.

“DO SOMETHING,” Venom snarled. “NOW. SHE IS IN FRONT OF YOU. GET ON YOUR KNEES, EDDIE—NO, WAIT, GET HER ON HER KNEES—”

And then you were doing it for him. You dropped to your knees slowly, purposefully, hands trailing up his thighs. He sucked in a breath like you’d punched him.

You spread his legs a little wider with your palms, your nails dragging lightly through the soft fabric, your breath ghosted over the bulge in his sweatpants, you felt the tremor roll through him.

“OH MY GOD,” Venom practically moaned. “I AM SEEING THROUGH YOUR EYES. I LOVE THIS. I LOVE HER.”

Eddie’s breath hitched as your fingers grazed the bulge in his sweatpants. It was thick, and it twitched under your touch, hot and heavy and aching for attention. You could feel the shape of him through the cotton, you could already imagine how he’d feel against your tongue.

“Fuck—” Eddie whispered, his pupils were blown wide, his mouth slack. “You’re really… doing this.”

You dragged your fingers along the outline—slowly, deliberately, like you were unwrapping a gift, earning a strangled, wrecked noise from him.

“Is this okay?” you murmured.

He nodded, voice lost.

“I want to make you feel good,” you whispered.

He reached out—like he didn’t know whether to stop you or pull you closer—but he stopped himself when your lips brushed over the thick outline of him, teasing with every slow drag of your mouth. You nuzzled your nose against the heavy bulge, humming softly like you were getting to know it, testing the weight, the girth, the way it twitched for you even without skin-to-skin contact.

Eddie couldn’t believe his fucking eyes. You, on your knees, mouthing at his cock through his sweats like it was the best thing in the world, that was the most glorious sight he’d ever seen.

“I—Y-you…” Eddie stammered, his words breaking apart as his brain tried to keep up.

Your only answer was another slow press of your mouth against his cock, your tongue dragging along the fabric now, a wet spot blooming as you licked him through the cotton.

Before he could say anything else, you were already sliding his waistband down, already pressing a kiss to his thigh. His cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, beautiful and so hard it looked like it hurt, you kissed just beside it, inhaling the scent of him. His tip was already glistening with precum, and you made a soft, appreciative sound in your throat, like you’d just been handed dessert.

“You looked like it,” you said, smirking as you leaned in just a little.

Eddie blinked. “L-Like what?” he asked, voice cracking just enough to betray the panic brewing beneath his skin.

“Like you had a huge cock.”

Eddie’s breath hitched, eyes going wide.

“DO NOT COME LOOKING FOR ME—I’M DEAD,” Venom wailed dramatically inside his head. “I HAVE ASCENDED. I AM GONE. BURY ME WHERE I FELL.”

You licked a slow stripe up the side of his cock and his whole body jolted like he’d been electrocuted, you soothed him with a kiss to the head, one hand stroking his shaft while the other pressed gently on his thigh to hold him still.

“SHE HAS NO BUSINESS LOOKING THAT GOOD WITH YOUR DICK IN HER MOUTH!” Venom snarled, somewhere between horrified and deeply impressed.

Eddie clenched his jaw, trying his hardest to drown out Venom’s relentless voice echoing inside his head, all he wanted was to focus on the wonderful, intoxicating feeling of your mouth on him, so warm, wet, and impossibly good.

You moved your tongue with just the lightest pressure, just the tip of it tracing up and down his swollen head. His cock was so sensitive, leaking more precum every second, and every time your tongue swirled over the slit, his whole body shook

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he mumbled breathlessly.

“I’m just getting started,” you whispered.

“HA. She’s going to kill you. You’re going to die from horny.”

Eddie twitched in the seat, knuckles white as he gripped the edge, eyes barely open and glazed with need.

“You’re so sensitive,” you cooed. “Is this too much?”

He whimpered. “Yes—No—Maybe—don’t stop, please.”

You kissed him again, licked the precum off his slit, and wrapped your hot and wet mouth around him. Eddie’s whole body shuddered, his hand flew to your hair, not to push you down or guide your movements—just to hold on, to anchor himself. His knuckles turned white in your hair, his jaw hung open, he made a sound like he was dying.

“SHE IS GLORIOUS.”

“Ff-fuck—” he whispered.

He was sensitive and desperate, you could tell, every flick of your tongue made his thighs tense, every sound from your mouth made him tremble. You moaned around him like you were the one getting head, and he cursed again, hips jerking like he couldn’t help it.

Venom was purring like a damn engine. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’VE DEPRIVED ME FROM THIS FEELING FOR SO LONG. THIS IS BETTER THAN BRAINS. WE ARE NEVER LETTING HER GO.”

“Shut up, just—shut—” Eddie started muttering to Venom under his breath, eyes squeezed shut.

You looked up at him, cock still warm and wet in your mouth, brow furrowed in confusion.

“I-I said—I said it feels so good,” he stammered again, trying to recover, but his voice sounded rough and desperate.

You sucked him in inch by inch, tongue working along the underside, feeling every twitch, every pulse of heat. He was thick, stretching your lips, hitting the back of your throat before you pulled back to swirl your tongue around the tip.

You pulled back just far enough to speak, breath hot on his spit-slick cock. “Good?”

He nodded, frantically, not trusting himself to speak. His whole body was a twitching mess, like he couldn’t stop his body from reacting.

“Marry her. Now. While she’s still gagging on your cock. Best time to ask.” Venom demanded, while Eddie was already dying inside.

His grip tightened, his hips bucked the tiniest bit, chasing the heat of your mouth. You let him, you wanted him wild, you wanted him wrecked. Your mouth was taking him with purpose, pulling off just to spit on the head and swirl your tongue around it, looking up with eyes that borderlined on pornographic.

Your mouth slid down over his balls, licking one and then the other, before sucking them into your mouth one at a time. While your mouth showered one with attention, your hand massaged the other one softly.

"Jesus Christ—That's—"

You moved back to his cock, which was in need for attention. You shoved it deep in your throat until your nose was buried in the hairs that decorated his pelvis. You held yourself there, letting him feel the heath of your throat clenching around him as you bobbed your head in long strokes.

“Shit—I’m gonna—”

“NO. DON’T YOU DARE, EDDIE. BE A MAN AND HOLD IT. I WANT TO KEEP FEELING IT.”

You didn’t stop, didn’t want to, you wanted to swallow every last drop, and so you sucked him deeper, letting spit drip down your chin, your eyes locked on his as you kept taking him to the hilt, hands cupping his slick balls. He cursed so loudly it echoed, and you just stared up at him hungry, needy, desperate, like you were begging him without a single word. Begging him to give it to you, to give you that hot, aching load straight down your throat.

“Don’t blow it, Eddie. Just a little more,” Venom pleaded, his voice thick with urgency and hunger.

"Holy shit—I ca’nt—I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t hold it!"

But Eddie was already too far gone, every nerve screaming, every muscle trembling, completely unable to hold back even if he wanted to. And when he came—hard, shaking, gasping your name—you swallowed his cum down like he was the sweetest thing you’d ever tasted. Hot and thick on your tongue, your mouth full of him, your hands holding his trembling thighs steady while he came undone for you. You didn’t let a drop escape, you kept sucking until he whimpered.

He collapsed back, dazed and ruined like he’d never been before.

“SHE SWALLOWED IT! DID YOU SEE THAT?” Venom roared triumphantly inside Eddie’s head, practically bouncing with excitement. “THAT WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOUR NASTY HAND, EDDIE.”

You kissed your way up his chest and curled beside him on the couch, lips brushing his ear.

“OH HOLY GOD,” Venom howled in his mind. “SHE’S PERFECT. SHE’S A KEEPER. WE ARE CLAIMING HER. CLAIM HER NOW. MATE FOR LIFE—”

You looked at him—lips swollen, eyes dark, smile lazy and warm. “Was that good?”

Eddie stared at you. Still panting, still stunned.

“Y—yeah. Jesus. Yeah.” He blinked at the ceiling. “What year is it.”

You chuckled softly, “I was thinking,” you whispered, “maybe next time… you could return the favor.”

Eddie made a strangled noise. His cock gave a sudden twitch, still half-hard.

Venom roared. “YES. YES. NEXT TIME IS NOW.”

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A/N: Sooo, this was my first Eddie fic, hope you enjoyed it! If you did, please consider showing some support🫶🏻🩷

Eddie Brock girlies, get behind me🤺 this one was made especially for you. I’m planning to write more Eddie x Neighbor!Reader one-shots for that 20% who wanted Eddie fics.

Felt like I needed to give @mani-pedro a shoutout for suggesting the idea of Eddie wearing the thong (genius).

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"Wheres My Shirt?!"

Pairings: Dean Winchester x f!Reader

Summary: Dean can't find his favorite shirt, he's ripped apart his whole room. Until he finds you wearing it. 

Warnings: Smut (fingering, P in V, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it BITCHES)) dean unlocks a new turn on, me still not knowing how to write decent smut (guys i'm trying my best i swear)

Word Count: 1,236

Dean grumbled in frustration as he pulled out every single shirt from his dresser. He couldn't find that one single shirt. I mean he wore it practically every day for fuck sake, how did he lose track of it?

He dug through his dirty laundry, went deep into his closet, but still no luck. “What the hell!” he shouted, ready to rip his own hair out. His room was torn inside out from looking for this shirt, his favorite shirt. “Sammy!” he yelled, storming down the bunker halls to Sam's room.

Sam looked up at his older brother, his brows furrowing when he practically sees steam emitting from Dean's ears. “What? What's wrong-” 

“Did you take my shirt?” Dean interrupted, Sam gave him a look of annoyance, the look that said ‘are you really asking me that right now?’. Dean gestured with his hands, waiting for an answer. “No dude, I did not steal your shirt” Dean grumbled angry words under his breath. “I can't find it anywhere!” he threw his hands up exasperatedly. 

“I don't know, dean, maybe y/n did the laundry and it's in there” Sam suggested, going back to doing whatever Sam does. “Yeah that better be it” Dean said, already making his way towards your room. 

You had done the laundry, everyone's laundry for today. Unbeknownst to Dean, you had washed his favorite shirt and decided to wear it fresh out of the dryer. You were laying on your freshly made bed, phone in hand, and cozy in Dean’s favorite shirt. Which was the perfect amount of baggy on you; Making it your favorite as well. 

He says your name as he barges into your room, not bothering to knock, “please tell me you have seen my fav-” he pauses when he sees you. His eyes raking over your body. His breath catches in his throat. 

Apparently wearing his clothes does something to him. “Your what?” you tilt your head to the side, clueless of his manic frustration to find this goddamn shirt. “My…uhh” he clears his throat, “my shirt” dean points to the shirt on your body. “Oh, yeah I did laundry today, I threw this on after I took my shower,” you explained casually. Dean couldn't stop staring, literally ogling you. “You good?” you raise a brow, “huh? Me? Yeah im- im so good right now” you notice how his voice got huskier, he stalked towards you. “Okaayyy, do you want it back or something?” he crawls over you, nestling his head in the crook of your neck and kissing lightly.

You inhale a soft breath. “Not anymore” he mumbles against your skin, “it looks better on you anyway” he kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. Your breathing becomes heavier as he leaves faint marks on your skin. “Dean-” he shushes you with his lips, you moan softly into them. 

“I just showered” you fein complaint and he huffs a laugh, “hope you want another one, because you're gonna need it after this” he smirks. 

His hands snake down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He didn't expect you wearing his shirt, his favorite shirt, to turn him on so much. But alas, here we are, and neither of you are complaining. 

A shaky sigh escapes your lips as his fingers thread the waistband of your panties, because of course you're not wearing pants right now. “You fuckin tease” he grumbles against your lips, “not wearin any pants, and look at that-” he dips his hand under and drags a slow torturous finger through your slick folds. 

You whimper against him, “so wet for me already, huh? Was this your plan all along, rile me up and get me to fuck you senseless?” he asks tauntingly as he continues to tease at your entrance. 

That was not your plan at all but it sounds like a great one right about now. “It should've been my plan if I knew this was gonna happen” you grin, your lips turning into a soft ‘O’ shortly after as Dean sinks his two fingers into you. “Oh fuck..” you groan.

“So gorgeous baby” he praises as he sets a steady hard pace with his fingers pumping in and out, his mouth attaches to your neck. You arch into him, hands threading through his dirty blonde locks. He groans lowly against your skin when you give a little tug, hinting at your approaching orgasm.

“Oh my god, Dean please I need you” you moan, pleading breathlessly. “This aint enough for you babygirl? Need my cock inside you huh? Wanna cum around my cock?” he teases, kissing up your jaw and on your lips. You nod fervently, “yes, god yes please” you look at him through your lashes, he folds immediately. 

“I can't deny my girl what she needs now can i?” he grins as he pulls his cock out from his boxers, his sweats discarded long ago. You almost drool as you look at it, glistening red tip leaking with pre-cum. 

It's something you'll never get used to, the size of him. No matter how many times the two of you do it, it's always the same when he pulls it out for you. 

You lick your lips and Dean chuckles, “greedy girl” he tuts. He drags the tip through your folds and you both moan. Dean kisses you deeply as he pushes inside of you, inch by inch. “Relax, i got you” he can feel you tense up but you let go at his words, he pins your hand down on the sheets. 

“Dean you better move or i'm gonna-” you can't even finish your thought before he pulls out almost completely and slams back inside you. You cry out his name and squeeze his hand. He sets a brutal pace with his hips, leaving you a cursing, moaning, sweaty mess. 

“Thought you could just wear my shirt and get away with it? Huh? Thought I wouldn't do anything about it?” he grunts, his hips slapping against your thighs. The sound echoes throughout your room. 

“N-no, i didn't kno-ow” you manage to say between moans. “Shh shh babygirl i’m not mad, just.. extremely turned on” he kisses you more, drowning out your lewd, explicit noises and thrusting harder at his last words.

“Dean im, oh my god i'm so close” you whimper, clenching your walls around him. He takes in a sharp breath. “I know, i know” he reaches a hand down in between your bodies and circles his thumb over your very sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Cum for me, cum around my cock, please baby I need to feel you” he almost whimpers, your stomach twists and the knot in your core bursts and you flutter hard over Dean, sucking him in deeper as your orgasm hits, his hitting not long after. (a second orgasm has hit the tower (again, not sorry, i had to)) 

“That's it baby, let go for me, i love how you clench around me, feels so good” he moans, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he sings your praise. 

Your breathing is labored and dean pulls out, you whine at the loss of him. leaving your walls empty and fluttering around nothing. You break the silence after a long moment, “I should wear your clothes more often” he laughs into your neck, wrapping his arms around you.

“Yes you should” 

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

[andypantsx3]

LOADS OF FUN : TODOROKI x READER

SUMMARY: After moving into your first apartment together, Shouto seems more amorous than ever. You're not sure why—but when he comes home to you doing a load of laundry, more than your clothes are about to get tumbled. TAGS/WARNINGS: nsft (18+ only, minors please dni!), pro hero au, gn + afab reader, established relationship, fluff, emotional sex, table sex, cunnilingus, the shouto domesticity kink agenda goes absolutely crazy in this one lol (2.8k) NOTES: This piece is part of my pretty boy summer Shouto x Reader collab! Please go check out the other incredible fics people have written over the course of the summer; you will absolutely die over how good they are. This fic was also made possible through donations to the Fics for Gaza project. I cannot thank everyone who donated to one of the charities enough, as well as those who organized, reblogged, discussed, and got the word out. Lastly, I am so grateful for your immeasurable patience with me as I take time between fics to manage my workload, I hope I'm not too out of practice here lol. In summary: thank you, thank you, a million times thank you.

The sound of the door opening was hidden in the thump and glug of the washing machine starting its spin cycle.

Halfway across the house, you were oblivious—you had the clean laundry spread out on the kitchen table, hunting through the pile trying to match one of Shouto’s socks to another that seemed to have vanished into that mysterious void which opens somewhere between the laundry basket and the dryer. One of his shirts was half-folded over your shoulder, abandoned in favor of the sock search.

The rest of your things were still mostly tangled together on the table, warm and fresh and cottony, the few shirts you’d already folded sagging off the kitchen chairs.

It still gave you a little thrill—even several weeks after you’d moved in together—to see Shouto’s things twined up with yours—his enormous socks dwarfing yours, your sweaters clinging to the occasional piece of his hero suit that hadn’t seen enough action to need his agency’s industrial cleaners.

It all added to your sense of satisfaction with your afternoon—a frosty weekend day you’d spent cozy indoors, moving slowly and leisurely through some chores. A pot of soup simmered on the stove, and your favorite playlist worked itself through in lazy loops. Shouto was due off his rotation soon, and you hummed contentedly to yourself, entertaining pleased little fantasies of curling up with him for the rest of the weekend.

Which of course is when something moved in the corner of your eye. Your hum sawed up into a strangled screech, and you whipped around, flailing. Shouto’s sock launched itself full force at the intruder before you even registered you’d thrown it. In your shock, your leg caught against the table and you went stumbling—

—right into a pair of warm hands that caught you about the waist.

Your hands were on the man’s shoulders to push him off before you realized you recognized the touch—and that you’d caught sight of a distinct mop of scarlet and white hair as you’d whipped around.

“Shouto! Again?” you scolded reflexively, even as your heartbeat stuttered out of its wild kick into high gear. You tipped your head back to stare your boyfriend in the face, shoulders slumping in relief, letting him take some of your weight.

Shouto peered down at you, that tiny scrunch between his brows that indicated concern. “Are you alright, love?”

Your heartbeat pounded thunderously in your chest. “I’m—fine. But my god we need to get you a bell. I almost peed.”

Shouto’s mouth shifted minutely into something that might not have registered in anyone else’s face but was most definitely a regretful downturn on his. He looked even more unfairly beautiful than when he’d left you this morning—a little flushed and windswept from the unseasonable cold, that full mouth pink and pretty.

Your mind flicked momentarily off and back on like a circuit breaker, the way it always did when you had to process Shouto.

You’d understood he was once-in-a-generation levels of beautiful before you’d even met him, his face staring up at you from the glossy pages of various tabloids over the years. But in person, even after years of knowing him and several more dating him, Shouto’s appearance still managed to cross all the wires in a person’s brain. His features were an incomprehensible blend of aloof and elegant, sensual and warm—like a cold masterpiece of a marble sculpture had suddenly found himself with a consciousness and human desires and miles of warm skin.

“I did not mean to startle you,” he said, his voice low and warm. He sounded sincerely regretful.

You knew he hadn’t meant to—you’d long suspected his silent tread was habitually ingrained in him from years of hero work. And, in your most private and ungenerous thoughts, you suspected from years of making himself unobtrusive in his father’s home. The thought sat sour in your mouth, like a slice of pickled lemon.

You resisted making an equally sour face, shoving the thought away to make space for the reflexive flush of pleasure seeing Shouto always brought you.

“Welcome home, Sho,” you said instead, smiling up at him. Shouto’s hands moved on your waist, sliding gently beneath the hem of your tee-shirt to rest on the skin there.

He was still in his hero uniform, and as usual you felt a little goofy in comparison, in nothing but a tee and a well-loved pair of fraying sweatpants, which were this afternoon decorated with little flecks of soup from a brush with the pot.

But Shouto’s eyes were warm where they rested on you, and that perfect mouth crept back into a contented set. His long fingers smoothed over your skin as he watched you, thumb brushing your hip. He did not look like he found you at all goofy.

In fact, as his eyes dropped down to your ankles, slowly dragging back up to your face, you rather thought he looked a little appreciative. He even took a rather ungentlemanly step back, still holding you, to better take in the whole picture. His eyes wandered over the swell of your hip, the lines of the shirt against your chest, before darting to his own shirt, still folded over your shoulder.

His fingers flexed tellingly on your waist, and those heterochromatic eyes were both a little bit darker as they flicked back to yours.

His obvious regard made you feel warm. You shifted on your feet, shuffling.

“I was just—doing laundry,” you said for something to say, your mouth feeling kind of dry. Something about him always made you feel sort of shy and light-headed, even after all this time together. “And I made soup. I was thinking we could eat on the couch and watch one of those horrendous old All Might films?”

Shouto’s eyes darted to the stove, then beside you to the pile of your laundry, lingering for a long minute. His long lashes dipped, almost fluttering as his gaze traced over the tangle of your things together. His eyes flicked back to you. He was still for just a moment, watching you assessingly.

And then all of a sudden the world spun in front of your eyes. The hands at your waist lifted you clean off your feet, and you let out a startled “oof!” as you found yourself laid out in the pile of laundry on the table, sheets and sweaters bunching beneath you.

Shouto moved over you, stepping between your spread thighs, right at the edge of the table.

“You have no idea,” he intoned in a deep, delicious tone that went right down your spine, “what it is to come home to you like this.”

You wondered at that, feeling a strange combination of confusion and flattery, when Shouto’s mouth descended onto yours. His mouth was soft and sweet and insistent and absolutely perfect. The table groaned as he laid some of his weight out over you, pinning you into the laundry as he kissed you.

Your fingers clutched at him immediately, curling in his silky-soft hair, cupping his face to yours. One of Shouto’s own hands shifted to your thigh, holding you against him as he pressed himself harder into you.

You heard yourself making little gasps of appreciation as Shouto’s mouth moved down to your neck, laving hot kisses down your throat. You reveled in the feeling of him over you, broad and strong, his shoulders blocking the glow of the overhead light, casting shadows over you.

He’d been a lot like this lately, ever since you’d moved in together. He’d been adequately amorous before, of course, and blessed with a pro hero’s strength and unflagging stamina. But a few weeks after you’d moved in together you’d actually decided you needed to reactivate your gym membership given the amount of incredibly athletic sex you were suddenly having over almost every surface in the house.

One of the only spots yet to be touched was the table though, which Shouto seemed determined to rectify at this very moment.

He pulled back from you, his mouth flush from your kisses, looking a little entranced as he stepped out from between your thighs. You made a little noise at the loss of weight and heat over you, but Shouto caught the fabric of your sweatpants, gently but determinedly tugging them off of you. Your underwear was tossed right over one broad shoulder as Shouto went to his knees, and then his mouth was right back on you.

A wave of wild heat licked up your stomach at the noise of appreciation he made before sealing his mouth over you, strong fingers clutching your thighs to keep them apart.

“Oh my god!” you said, pleasure zinging right up your spine with the first lave of his tongue over you. “Shouto!”

Shouto let out a deep, pleased hum, two long fingers sinking into you embarrassingly easily as he worked your clit with his mouth. Your back arched and you could feel your clothing shift with you, Shouto’s shirt balling up under your shoulder blade, still half-draped over your shoulder.

“Oh, oh!” you heard yourself saying as your fingers twisted in the clothing, shuddering with every lick and suck of Shouto’s perfect, amazing, talented mouth.

He worked you with the expertise of long, dedicated practice—everything about him calculated to drive you insane. One moment he was excruciatingly soft, mouth slack and the touch of his tongue as fleeting and light as the brush of a butterfly’s wing. Then the next he was sucking relentlessly, teasing firmly with the tip of his tongue as his fingers played with you.

Your first climax hit you mortifyingly quickly, and Shouto seemed to know it before you did. His grip tightened on you, holding you down as you bucked against his mouth. Shouto looked more than a little smug as he got to his feet again, unbelting himself and laying back out over you.

He kissed you some more, the taste of yourself always a sort of shock to your system. But Shouto never seemed to mind, and if anything only seemed hungrier for you, mouth pulling at yours like he meant to devour you.

You felt the touch of his hand between your thighs as he lined himself up, then sank into you easily, groaning appreciatively like he’d just sunk into a hot bath. He bit carefully at your neck, one large hand pressing your stomach down to keep you pinned against the edge of the table where he wanted you.

“I always want to come home to you like this,” he intoned into the skin of your neck, his mouth sucking dizzying patterns into your skin. “Always.”

You could barely think past the slide of him inside you, thick and full and blissfully exquisite. He really was the most perfect man on earth, and he always felt like it too.

You barely managed to blink your eyes open to watch him, trying to catch his meaning in his face. Shouto watched you back, those blue and grey pinned on you like he couldn’t bear to look away from you as he moved inside you.

“You—” you panted out, trying to cling to the thoughts threatening to wiggle out of your grip. “What do you—? Of course you’ll always come home to me.”

Shouto bucked into you harder, the slap of his hip against the bottom of your thigh echoing loudly over the burble of soup on the stove. His eyelashes fluttered, mouth softening, and a realization struck you almost dizzy.

Oh, he really liked that.

You suppressed a wave of giddiness, charmed and helplessly pleased that he seemed to like the idea so much. Was that why he’d been so especially ardent this past month? Was it really because you’d moved in together?

Shouto’s arm hooked under one of your legs, drawing it up firmly over his shoulder so he could press even further inside of you. He looked so good like that that you nearly lost the thread of your thoughts, especially when his next thrust felt like that. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head.

“Ah!” escaped you. “Fuck, Shouto. Like that, please!”

Shouto’s thumb pressed down on your still-sensitive clit and he had to dig the fingers of his other hand into the flesh of your leg to keep you from bucking him right out of you with the way you squirmed. Sweet fucking gods he was unreal.

Shouto fucked you harder, the sound of your skin slapping together obscene in the quiet of the kitchen.

You tried again, struggling to watch his reaction with the way you wanted to throw your head back and babble nonsense instead.

“You’ll always come home to me,” you repeated, gratified when Shouto’s grip on you tightened, a soft sound escaping him. “You want me right here for you?”

“Ah—yes, love,” Shouto panted, staring down at you again. He looked like he knew what you were doing but didn’t care. “Yes,” he hissed.

“Just like this?” you prompted, trying not to slur the edges of your speech when he gave another particularly mind-bending thrust of his hips. His chest rose and fell heavily and he looked a little wild-eyed, gazing down at you.

“Like this, for me,” he said. “In my home, in our home—”

You could hear the table squeal and groan with the force of his next thrust, and then you had to grip the sides of it to steady yourself as he fucked you, looking blissful. Your nails scrabbled at the edges of the table, caught in between a million sensations—the glorious fullness of Shouto inside you, the gentle grind of his thumb against your clit, the way he looked all flushed and beautiful and panting and wanting—

You squeezed your eyes shut, too overcome with the sight of him to look at him anymore, but it was no use. Your entire body trembled as you came, and Shouto let out a low swear at the way you clenched up around him, hunching over you and pressing himself so impossibly hard against you as he came too.

He slumped down against you, weighing you into the soft-smelling cotton of the laundry you were now definitely going to have to rewash. You could feel his chest rise and fall as he panted, his breath tickling the skin under your ear. He left an unbearably soft, sweet kiss just under the lobe, at odds with the near-wild way he’d just been fucking you.

You warmed, petting through his hair with a helpless affection.

“Well now I know what time I should always do our laundry,” you said.

Shouto huffed into your neck, but you could feel a tiny smile curve his mouth.

“It is not just that,” he said, but did not elaborate for some minutes until you elbowed him gently. He peeled himself off of you just enough to look down into your face. “It is the thought of our life together. Our clothes piled together. You in the home we chose and we made…” he said, trailing off.

But you thought you got the sentiment. It was about how easy it was, how uncomplicated. A safe place to come home to, no expectations, just soup and a pile of sweet-smelling laundry and someone happy to see you. It was something far away from what he'd grown up thinking a home was, possibly something he’d thought he’d never have—something you were determined to make him realize now that he always would.

You let your fingers pull through his hair again, smiling up at him. “I am going to have to do our laundry again, though,” you teased. “In case that interests you.”

And despite what he’d just said, Shouto did in fact look a little too interested. You watched his mismatched gaze trail over to the closet that opened onto the washer and dryer. A contemplative look snuck across his handsome face, carefully curling the corner of that plush mouth.

“There is another place we have not yet broken in,” he said slowly, voice dipping low. He looked down at you with an earnest expression completely in contrast to what he was suggesting.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and that was all the permission he needed to pull you up, gathering you up in his arms and layering a fat handful of laundry on top of you. His belt buckle rattled loosely beneath you where he'd barely done it up in his haste, and you laughed harder when he turned off the stove as you passed it.

Though it turned out to be a needed precaution—as neither of you found yourselves free to sit down to dinner for several hours yet.

[iateyourparents]

red kisses | j.w.

pairing: jake webber x fem!reader

summary: you got a new lipstick and you just had to prank your boyfriend with it.

warnings: nothing really, just bad writing and grammar(sorry, english isn’t my first language).

an: i got this idea from tik tok but i unfortunately couldn’t find this girl:((

pictures are from pinterest:)

You got a new lipstick. But not any lipstick, it was a color changing lipstick.

At first it was in neutral color and then after few minutes it was starting to get red and redder until it was bloody red.

So of course you had to use this on your lovely boyfriend.

You already pranked him with normal red lipstick and he wasn’t mad but well, now he was making sure you doesn’t have red lipstick on when you kissed him before he was supposed to go out.

Currently Jake was in shower so you quickly took your phone deciding to share this prank with your viewers on instagram later. You recorded a quick intro telling them about your purchase and plan.

Then when you heard that water stopped running you pretended that you still were on the couch with your phone.

„Hi baby.” Jake smiled at you and sat next to you.

„Hi love.” you also smiled at him opening your arms and he gladly laid half of his body on yours and snuggled into you.

You stayed like that a few minutes.

“Go dry your hair babe, we don’t want you to get sick and you have to go in few minutes.” you reminded him. He was supposed to be out with Johnnie in thirty minutes so that was perfect opportunity for your prank.

Jake sighed but did what you said and went to bathroom to use dryer.

„Baby, can you do my hair?” you heard Jake asking.

„Sure.”

Few minutes later he was sitting on the floor in front of you with you brushing his hair. You styled it the way you knew he liked and then he was almost ready to go.

„I’ll go change. I’ll miss you.” he pouted and you giggled quietly kissing the top of his head.

„I’ll miss you too but i’m not sure if Johnnie will be happy with that reasoning.”

„Stupid Johnnie.” you heard Jake muttering under his breath and you only shook your head with small smile while he was getting up from the floor.

He went to yours room and you quickly started recording on your phone and you put on your new lipstick. As you expected, it was almost clear like a lipgloss. You quickly hid your phone and not five seconds after you were done with hiding, Jake was back from the bedroom in new clothes.

You acted like you were taking something from a cabinet in kitchen.

„I have to go.” you didn’t have to look at him to know he had a pout on his lips.

You smiled at him and opened your arms and he quickly ran to you and was snuggling into you.

Few seconds later he took his hands from your back to grab your waist and lift you onto the kitchen counter.

You giggled and took his face in your hands and kissed his lips, he gladly deepened kiss.

When you disconnected your lips you also left kiss on his left cheek and side of his neck. You made sure to press your lips a little harder to leave a lipstick in those places.

„Don’t keep Johnnie waiting.” you lightly patted his ass and he smiled at you.

“I’ll be back soon.” he promised at kissed your forehead and then nose “Bye love.”

“Bye baby, have fun!” you waved at him and he got out.

You took your phone from its hiding spot and you stopped recording.

You waited few minutes and then updated your video with how your lips and places Jake kissed were almost bloody red.

You waited for some message from Jake about your prank but got nothing so you waited for him to be back home.

Finally, some time later when you were watching a film you heard a keys jiggle on the other side of the door so you quickly started recording and pointed phone camera on the door.

Jake came in with wide smile and red lips shaped spot remaining on his neck, but the ones from lips and cheek were gone.

“So I noticed your prank.” he accused pointing his finger at you “How the hell it appeared after I was out?”

You laughed and explained “I bought color changing lipstick.”

He gasped and came to sit next to you.

“I was so shocked when Johnnie told me about lipstick stains because you had no lipstick on.” he pouted and you giggled, but then he smiled widely and pointed at the kiss on his neck “I kept this one and I think I should make a tattoo like this one with your kiss.”

You smiled at him because well, he for sure looked good with this kiss.

“You definitely should.” you nodded and stopped recording to start kissing him and he gladly accepted this.

“But be careful.” he warned when you disconnected your lips “I’ll have my revenge!” he laughed mischievously and you only nodded with small smile.

“Sure love.” and you were back to kissing him.

[bunny-jpeg]

wife

sebastian vettel

tags: smut/pwp, established relationship, wife!reader, age gap (20s/37), bath/shower sex, breeding kink, cowgirl position

mark webber ver. - kimi raikkonen ver. - jenson button ver.

rain came down heavy during a cool day in march. spring was beginning to show itself, but a bit of the biting chill still remained.

sebastian laughed as he pushed his blond hair out of his face and wiped his face free of raindrops, "the rain was supposed to come later!" he looked to you as you placed your wet sneakers by the vent.

you looked back to him, you were mostly try thanks to sebastian's raincoat that he threw over you when the rain started. however he was left soaked. you giggled, "well, we need to get your clothes in the dryer. i don't need you getting a cold!" you hung up the coat to dry and pulled your husband further into the house.

he eagerly followed you, letting you grasp his wrist as you went towards the bathroom. he perked up when you said,

"i know exactly how to warm you up."

"oh no, my love." he said, "i think i'm getting so ill, you'll need to play nurse for me." he laughed before you got his sweatshirt off and then his soaked t-shirt underneath.

he could feel your lustful gaze on his body, you weren't being exactly subtle about it. it wasn't a stretch for you to say that your husband was the most handsome man you ever laid eyes on. there was something so alluring about him. as he stood there in just briefs that showed off his bulge.

you tried to keep it together as you put the clothes in the hamper to be dried later. something had been on your mind lately. you had been married to sebastian for almost a year and a half. and maybe it was just baby fever, but you wanted his child. a baby with the love of your life.

you put your hand on his bicep and leaned in, your gaze met his. and he smiled at you. you suggested to him, "how about a bath? it'll make you nice and warm."

sebastian knew where this was going and smiled. he got a loose arm around you. and then admired your features for a moment, the depths of colour in your eyes, the slope of your nose, the little acne scar on your cheek. all beautiful, all for him, "only if you get it ready for me."

he remained close while you prepped the bath. the plug in the drain and warm water flowed from the table. he told you that he was stealing some of your body heat, he played up the whole cold as aspect as an excuse to be so close to you.

you smiled a little when you felt his barely clothed cock up against your behind.

"feeling warm, dear?" he asked. it didn't help that his words only made you warmer. you made a small noise and he buried his nose in your hair as he bent you over a little, "you feel rather warm."

"fuck, seb."

a kiss as your pulse point made you core grow warm. your husband exhaled deeply against you, "you looked very nice in my jacket. knowing i was protecting you. i know you like that, feeling protected."

you blushed and felt a twinge in your core as your husband continued to kiss your neck. slowly you were stripped of your own clothes as steam filled the room. heat rose in you as it did the washroom.

he still held onto you once you were nude, his now bare cock was up against your beck. you nipples were hard and your stomach felt full of butterflied. you admired lowly, "i want a baby." in a rainy in the spring at your home. you, mrs. vettel, wanted to have a baby with your loving husband.

he linked his fingers with yours and held them tightly as he remained before you. he said in a love voice tinged with affection, "oh my love, my treasure, my wife. i thought you'd never ask." then laid heavy kisses on the back of your shoulders. it didn't take much longer before you were both in the tub. and your husband's cock sank into you.

your were facing him, admiring his features and felt the course of heat in your soul. you took him so well.

"my dear." he deeply exhaled, "you feel amazing." he got yourself fully seated on his cock. he held onto your soft hips, "probably not the most efficient position for our little plan. but, this feels just too good." he bit back a moan as you started to move, "my wife in the bath with me." he rocked up against you and felt the heat in his body.

you moaned a little louder as his cock hit up against your sweetest spots. it felt quite amazing, a certain lust that left you needy for more. your body seemed to move on its own as you moved. the water shifted around you and the smell of floral soap filled the steamy air. you were making love to your husband and it felt immaculate.

"you're perfect." he admited, "i always thought you were. drew me with in, and now you have that pretty ring on your finger and a big house. big enough to have a few kids running around." his chest heavily rose and fell with each breath.

his words turned you on as the two of you continued to make heated love in the bath. the warm water helped warm you both up on top of the passionate sex you had.

you were left breathless in each other's embrace. sebastian kissed you deeply, his large hands roamed your body. the excitement only further grew in you. the water splashed up against your back from the movements, the steadiness of your pace. against you was your husband, the love of your life. he made sure you were safe and loved, he yearned for your body. your lips, your pussy, your soft breasts. everything.

you fed his obsession, his cock twitched inside of you as the two of you picked up the pace.

"please, honey. it feels good." you whined. he fit you perfectly. it was hard to deny yourself him and the pleasure he gave you. just as he was obsessed with you, you were obsessed with him.

everyone loved mrs. vettel, and you loved your husband. he made you laugh out loud, see the world different, and moan loudly as you achieved climax. a sebastian took pride in pleasuring you, knowing he always got you to the highest climaxes.

anything for his wife.

rain hit the window outside, but you were both so comfortable in the water. steam heavy in the washroom.

"how's your bath?" you asked.

"best i've ever had. we could've had a little wine with this." he joked and pushed you further up against his him. he kissed your chest and played with your nipples. he gave them both equal attention.

spring was about planting and new life. and well, sebastian was going to plant something in you by the end of tonight. he groaned against your chest, "hope you're ready for my baby. i know you'll carry them as well. and don't worry, i'm here for you through it all. because that is what a good husband does. support and protect." he kissed over your heart which made your stomach flip.

"seb."

"beautiful." he moaned as you moved a little faster. he held on tightly and smothered your face in love and affection. he felt the tension in his body as he felt the flow of pelasure through him. the sight of you riding him.

he groaned through a tesne jaw and your nails dug into his shoulders as the two of you fucked faster. he felt the pull of want in him, you kissed him on the lips once more. you felt sebastian's cock against all the right areas. the rain cam down, but you were wrapped up in him. your sebastian.

"my beautiful wife." he sighed almost dreamily, he kissed your neck and felt your shudder against him. he felt the same way, the same pounding heat in his core. he groaned with his face between the valley of your breasts, "all mine." his voice was drowned with lust. he loved it all.

"we're going to make a family?" you asked with heat in your voice. your breeding kink on full display. you could taste the pleasure on your tongue, the heated feeling was sweet.

"oh yeah." he purred, "you, me, our kids." he moved against you quicker and he he knew he was close to finishing, "out in the garden with them. we'll be so happy." he shakily exhaled, "dinners, movies, homework, long driver. everything."

the water splashed more violently, it went over the edge of the tub. you kissed him once more as you felt the pleasure wash over you.

"i love you." the words slipped out in german.

you gazed at your husband and replied in the same tongue, "i love you too." and watched a smile grow across his face. you pulled him in for one last searing kiss before you climaxed. your nails dug into him a little tighter as you came. the noises flowed from your mouth spurred your husband on. he worked his cock into you, you met his pace in your own orgasmic bliss.

the kissed continued and you moaned into his mouth. sebastian held onto your hips tightly and finished inside of you. he peppered your neck with kisses before he kissed you on the mouth once more. soon after he slowed down and you both held onto one another. he looked up at you with love in his eyes.

"i think we made a bit of a mess." he said cheekily.

you combed your fingers through his hair and said, "why don't we clean up and continue this in the bedroom? i'm not finished with you yet, my dear." you gave him a wink.

he chuckled lightly, he liked the look you gave him. however it didn't stop him from sneezing. you two would have to make quick work because the cold set in.

-

it was nearing the end of summer and yet it was another rainy day. which was a shame considering that everything had been so sunny for the last few days.

for a quiet afternoon you laid in your lover's arms. sebastian kept you close, you were about five months into your pregnancy. and every moment since you told him the news, his love for you only grew deeper - something you didn't think was possible.

you leaned in closer and kissed him on the nose. he only pulled you in further until your noses were touching. even with his eyes closed he could feel your closeness, your deep love. he leaned in for a kiss with a wide hand on your swollen middle.

"another rainy day." you said softly.

sebastian opened his eyes a little and asked, "breakfast in bed then, mrs. vettel?"

you cupped his face and he leaned into it. you asked him, "pancakes?" and sebastian only nodded, unable to deny his wife. <3

[havecourage]

Reconnection

Pairing: Go Hyuntak x fem!reader

Summary: Having known of Hyuntak from his training days of Tae Kwon Do, you never thought you'd run into him again. What started as admiration from afar quickly turned into the beginning of something more.

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: previous ☆ masterlist ☆ next

Hyuntak first glanced down at your hand over his and you quickly backtracked, so he turned to face you properly, waiting for you to say something. Droplets of water fell from the front of his hair, and for a moment, you lost your train of thought, his handsome face captivating you for a second.

"Why don't you stay?" You swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact, nervously playing with your hands. "Just until the rain clears."

He didn't need to be told twice. You felt him pet your head again, and he smiled at you. "Okay."

You smiled back, relieved that he wouldn't have to go out into the rain again or leave so soon if you were being honest.

"I'll get us some towels. Come on in."

You kicked off your shoes and made your way to the bathroom cabinet where you kept the clean towels. You grabbed two and debated on whether or not to have him take a warm shower or just offer him some of your father's clothes while you put his in the dryer. When you came back, Hyuntak was looking at some family photos above the fireplace.

"Those are pretty old," you stated. "It's just me and my dad now. He's away on business and won't be back for a few days."

Offering him the towel, he took it, and to your surprise, covered your head with it. "Hey." You couldn't help but giggle as he playfully dried your hair, making it more of a mess than it already was. He settled the towel around the nape of your neck, looking down at you, a smile plastered on his face.

"You should take a warm bath." He said after a moment, taking the dry towel from your hands and working it through his hair.

"Don't you want to go first? I can bring you some fresh clothes."

"I'm fine. I've been through worse." Hearing how that sounded, he quickly added, "I'll take the new set of clothes, though."

You went to go find some extra sweats and t-shirts your father had, hoping they would fit. Hyuntak was taller and leaner than him. It's been a while since you were in your father's room, but you quickly found a pair of black sweatpants and a simple gray t-shirt. When you got back, Hyuntak held a new packet of underwear and socks he must have bought from the convenience store.

"Thanks." He said when you handed him the clothes. "I'll be quick."

You watched him as he went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Not letting your mind wander, you decided to keep yourself busy and clean the wet floor you both made. Afterward, you took out the other items he had bought from the bag. Medicine, more hand warmer pouches, and some sweets. You felt butterflies at his consideration.

It wasn't long when he emerged from the bathroom. The sweatpants fit him a bit too small, a few inches above his ankles showing, and the shirt was fit enough to show off his toned physique. Your eyes wandered to his hair, which was partially air dried, the front still looking a bit damp. Finally, you looked at his face, and you could have sworn he smirked at you.

"Your turn." He stated, breaking you of your trance.

Right. You nodded, setting the items down and going to gather your things for your shower.

◇

Hyuntak sat on your couch, hearing the shower begin to run. He felt much better knowing the hot water would be a nice contrast to the coldness you both had to endure. He got up and went into the kitchen to make something warm for the both of you. A quick look into your cabinets told him you weren't a fan of coffee. He found a can of hot chocolate and proceeded to look for two mugs.

As he waited for water to boil on the stove, he leaned his head back and sighed. What am I doing? He thought.

First, he offered to walk you home, and now he's at your house. If he wanted to keep you safe, it was best that he stayed away from you. He saw what happened with Baku and Baekjin. He went after the people he cared about most and almost got them all killed. Geum Seongje was still out there somewhere, so was he really willing to risk it with you?

She's safe with me.

That's what he told himself at least. That and the fact that he didn't want to be away from you. He wanted to be near you, to hear about your day and figure out what kind of person you were. Your likes and dislikes. Everything. Seeing you blush because of him was more than he could hope for.

Turning off the stove, he was careful not to spill the hot water as he poured it into the mugs. The aroma of the chocolate filled the air, and the steam of the drink felt good against his face. He set aside the drinks to cool and crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter. Closing his eyes, Hyuntak thought back to the first time he met you three years ago.

Sometimes, his training days would include going to different Tae Kwon Do studios after school. Because he had already been building up his reputation as an elite athlete, the other kids would freak out, trying to ask him questions or get an autograph. He was always told to just focus on his sparring and technique, not paying any mind to the other students.

As he was leaving practice that day, he noticed you in your own corner. You were trying to get the spinning hook kick down, unable to hit the mark your mentor held in place. He could tell you were frustrated, but your determination did not go unnoticed. He looked back at his team, telling them he would be right back.

Setting his duffle bag down, he stood behind you, trying to see your approach to the move.

"You're kicking too early." He said.

When you turned around, eyes meeting his, he began to feel different. Heat rose to his face, and his heart seemed to beat faster than normal, even after the cool down from his training. Taking in your pretty face, you looked to be about the same age. Your chocolate brown eyes widened, and he realized that he was the last person you'd expect to see.

Clearing his throat, he went on with his instructions. "Keep the kick small and not too wide, then hook at the last minute. Like this." He stepped away enough to show you how.

You slowly nodded your head, resuming your stance. He saw you take a deep breath and then go for it. The top of your foot hit its target with success. As the class cheered, you gave a short laugh of disbelief, grinning. He chuckled and clapped for you, too, enjoying the happiness radiating off of you.

"Thank you." You smiled, turning to bow at him before introducing yourself. "I'm y/n."

He bowed back. "I'm-"

"Hyuntak."

Opening his eyes, he turned around to see you standing in the living room. Your long black hair was tied up in a bun at the top of your head. He's only ever seen you in your uniform, both for school and Tae Kwon Do. Now you wore an oversized pink sweatshirt and matching sweatpants to go with it. You looked adorable.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, grabbing the mugs and walking towards you. Settling down on the floor and crossing his legs, he offered you one of the mugs.

Taking it, he tried not to show nerves as you sat down next to him, your shoulder brushing against his. "I'm better now, thanks."

Hyuntak watched as you took a sip, being careful not to burn yourself with the liquid. You sighed in satisfaction, licking your lips of the remaining trace. Not realizing he was staring a bit too long, you looked at him quizzically.

"What?"

"You're really cute." He smiled.

Heat rose to your face, and you turned away, your eyes landing on the hot chocolate. Hyuntak wasn't trying to embarrass you. He was simply stating a fact. A pretty face like yours was hard to forget, and he always looked forward to the day when he would see you again. It was quiet for a minute until you spoke up.

"What did you mean when you said 'it does now' two days ago," you said quietly, still not facing him. "You said that after the blonde guy told you the situation had nothing to do with you."

"Ah," He scoffed, annoyance crossing his features. "That idiot."

If it hadn't been for the other bully running after you, he would have killed him. He had managed to get a few good hits, but his blood still boils in anger when he thinks of the potential hurt he could have caused you. Hyuntak takes a breath, trying not to think about it.

Setting his drink down, he turned towards you. His hand gently came up to your chin, slowly making you face him. Your eyes told him you were anxious of what he might say next, so he tried to choose his next words carefully.

"Do you remember when we met?"

You nodded.

"You reminded me of what it was like to never give up. You were so determined to get the kick right, but one can only do so much alone. Sometimes, all it takes is a little help." The back of his thumb gently caressed your cheek.

"Now, as awesome as it was seeing you hit the guy in the balls," you both laughed at his choice of words, "you have to know that whenever you need help, that will include me. I want to be there for you."

He said it with such intensity, looking into your eyes, that you couldn't help but take his words for it. Who were you to not believe him? He watched as you placed your hand over his, taking it but still holding it against your face. Not letting it go, you held on as you said, "I want to be there for you, too."

Anticipation hung in the air, neither of you breaking eye contact. He could feel electricity run through his body at the touch of your hand, his heart beating fast at your words. Your hand felt warm, and he wondered if the callous on his bothered you. He also hadn't noticed you both had leaned towards each other until the sound of his ringtone caused the two of you to quickly move away.

Checking the caller i.d, it was Baku.

Hyuntak looked at you, "I'm sorry. I should probably take this."

"It's okay." You shook your head, leaning back and taking another sip of your drink.

He answered the call, trying to hide his irritation at his best friend's bad timing. "Hello?"

"Hey! The rain cleared up. We're at the basketball court and need you."

Looking at the time, he figured it was a good time as any to let you go about the rest of your day. He already inconvenienced you for about an hour.

"Okay, I'll be there soon." He hung up and turned to you. "I gotta go."

You watched him as he quickly downed the hot chocolate and set the mug on the table. He was confused when he saw you get up to leave, thinking he's upset you. Then you returned with his now dry clothes neatly folded atop one another.

"Thanks." He smiled. Shoving everything except his hoodie into his backpack, he made sure he had all his belongings before making his way to the front door. You followed, your arms crossed against your chest.

As he was shrugging into his hoodie, he asked you, "Are you okay with me walking you home again tomorrow?"

"Sure." You blushed. The rosy color on your cheeks made him smile. Slinging his backpack over his shoulders, he stepped down into the entrance and started putting on his sneakers one at a time.

"Also, I was thinking. How about you and I don't leave our next encounter to fate, hm?"

You arched a brow, "What do you mean?"

Hyuntak took out his phone and handed it over to you. Hesitating for a brief moment, you took his phone and typed in your contact info. You handed it back. His eyes flickered at you from under his eyelashes, pressing the call button on his phone. Your ringtone filled the house, and you scrambled to turn it off.

"Good to know it's not a bogus number." He laughed to himself at a memory.

You were puzzled at his words but decided it was better not to ask.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." He smiled, taking one last look at you before reaching for the door.

"See you tomorrow." You breathed, the feeling of butterflies in your stomach from earlier returning.

A/N: I should have mentioned this in the beginning, but I always pictured the story happening a few months after the events of whc2. The rest of the boys will appear again soon :)

Song i listened to while writing this is One and Only by Adele <3

Part 4 :)

Tagging a few people below. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Thanks for reading!

@l5byrinth , @hollxe1 , @snowflakemoon3

[m34tthews]

“man child — why you always come running to me?”

summary — sometimes it feels like jack would fall apart without you. from your constant nagging to your "excessive" organizing, you’re the one holding everything together. but one night, you reach your breaking point and finally take control, letting him know just how much you’ve been holding it all together.

word count — 9k

warnings — smut. minors dni. dom-sub. subby!jack

an — a short one-shot because i've had man child on repeat since it dropped.

masterlist

you didn't know jack hughes’ girlfriend meant you signed up to be a full-time project manager, therapist, and laundry fairy — but here you were, mid-april, deep in the throes of playoff season, perched in the wags' box at prudential center with the other girlfriends and wives. wrapped in a black-blue devils jacket two sizes too big (jack’s, obviously; it always was), she nursed a paper cup of tea that had long gone cold.

"if i have to explain to nico one more time where we keep the tupperware..." one of the girls groaned, laughter bubbling up like champagne on a short fuse.

"at least nico puts leftovers away," another shot back. "jesper acts like the fridge is a suggestion."

they all laughed — light and easy, the familiar rhythm of women who loved men that sometimes needed mothering.

y/n smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. she tucked her hands into her sleeves, eyes tracking jack as he skated warm-up laps, mouthguard dangling half out of his mouth like a kid who’d never been taught better. all energy and ambition and brilliance — but still somehow the same boy who left socks everywhere and thought “i’ll do it later” was enough to suffice.

"you okay?" luke’s girlfriend, nudged her gently.

"yeah," y/n said, watching jack high-five a teammate. "just tired."

and she was. tired in that bone-deep way that didn’t go away with a nap. tired of being the one who refilled the shampoo, who folded his laundry when he left it crumpled in the dryer, who texted the handyman and kept oat milk stocked in the fridge.

they’d moved in together a few months ago, and somewhere between unpacking boxes and colour-coding the closet, she’d realized jack didn’t so much help build their home as simply live in it — comfortably, expectantly, like it would always be warm and waiting.

he wasn’t cruel. never that. he kissed her forehead on his way to morning skate and brought her favorite smoothie back from practice. he meant well. he always meant well.

but meaning well didn’t scrub the bathroom or remember anniversaries or stop him from asking, “baby, where’s my gear?” when she was already juggling six other things.

later, after the game — a win, jack grinning under all that sweat and adrenaline like a kid who’d just been told christmas was coming twice — they went home. he kicked off his sneakers at the door, shedding clothes like breadcrumbs. she trailed behind, picking them up, almost without thinking.

"that goal in the third was amazing," she said.

he beamed. "you saw that?"

"of course i saw that. i’m always watching."

and maybe it was that — the simple, offhand admission — that made something shift inside her chest. because she was always watching. always anticipating. always fixing.

"hey, did you move my charger?" he called from the bedroom, voice muffled.

"no. i haven’t touched it."

"are you sure? because i—"

"jack." she stopped in the hallway, pulse a little too quick. "can you just... look for it yourself this time?"

silence. then a sheepish, "uh… yeah. sure. sorry."

she let out a slow breath. not angry. not exactly. but something close, simmering under her ribs.

he didn’t say anything else.

maybe it wasn’t about the charger. maybe it never was. maybe it was about the slow, constant drip of being needed in ways that didn’t feel equal. the way she’d become his second brain. or how he always said “thanks baby” but never once paused to ask if she was okay.

that night, she crawled into bed and faced the wall. jack slipped in behind her, warm and blissfully unaware, curling around her like always. his hand landed on her hip, gentle and familiar.

"i love you," he mumbled into her hair.

she hesitated. "i love you too."

but it sounded different tonight. like maybe she was finally realizing that holding someone together wasn’t the same as being held.

and maybe — just maybe — tomorrow, she’d stop picking up the socks.

the apartment was quieter than usual. the hum of the dishwasher was the only sound in the kitchen as y/n unloaded the dishes, the ceramic plates clinking softly against each other. she didn’t realize how much she noticed the little things until now — the way jack had left his gym bag in the middle of the hallway again, as if the floor were his personal closet. or how his boots had been sitting by the front door for three days, still caked in salt and snow, because someone (her) had to keep them clean so they wouldn’t ruin the hardwood.

she sighed and rubbed her temple, trying to push the frustration down.

jack had left early for a morning skate, and she hadn’t said much to him. she didn’t want to, because right now, everything about their routine felt like one big, unspoken transaction — like she was the one keeping the scorecard while he just... played the game.

as she moved through the apartment, it became almost comical how many little things there were to pick up. the coffee table was littered with receipts, a half-empty water bottle, and—yup, there it was—his practice jersey, still draped over the arm of the couch, hanging like it had been discarded without a second thought.

jack didn’t mean to do it. jack always meant well.

but she was tired of meaning well. tired of being the one who caught everything that slipped through the cracks.

later that evening, after a post-game dinner with the team and their families, they walked in together through the door of their apartment. jack was laughing about something one of the guys said, his easy smile lighting up the room. but when he stepped inside, his expression shifted just slightly. he saw the boots by the door and winced.

“oh, sorry,” he mumbled, bending down to pick them up. "didn't mean to leave those there."

y/n didn’t say anything right away. she just watched him as he slid them neatly against the wall.

“it’s fine,” she replied, a little too flatly. "just... next time, try to remember them, okay?"

jack’s gaze flickered to hers, something like uncertainty flashing across his face. but then, like he always did, he brushed it off with a grin.

“you got it, baby. promise."

the cycle continued as usual. the next day, they woke up to another busy morning. she was running late for work, and jack had overslept after a late practice. when she came out of the bathroom, getting ready to leave, she found him still lounging in bed, his phone in hand, scrolling through social media.

"you’re gonna miss your skate," she said, already halfway to the door.

"nah, i’ve got time,” jack muttered without looking up, his thumb scrolling idly. “you’re always the early one between us. you go ahead to work. i love you.”

she stared at him, feeling the familiar weight settle in her chest. it was a small thing, maybe, but it was one of the thousand things she picked up on every day. he wasn’t lazy—not by a long shot. but the way he assumed everything would just be ready for him. how he never really worried about being on time, about managing his own routine.

"jack," she said, her tone soft but firm, “you’ve gotta take responsibility for your schedule too. i can’t always be the one to tell you what time it is.”

he paused, looking up at her finally. there was a flicker of irritation in his eyes, but it quickly faded into the usual guilt.

"yeah, you're right. sorry, baby." he sighed, sitting up, his hand running through his messy hair. “i’ll get better at it.”

but it wasn’t better.

the following evening, y/n was back from a client meeting when she walked into the kitchen and found that once again, jack had forgotten to put away the leftovers. not only that — he'd left them out all afternoon. the plate was cold now, the food congealed in a sad, half-eaten pile.

she closed her eyes for a second, counting to five. she didn’t know why she was getting so worked up. but there it was again, that same feeling — the creeping weight of being the one who always had to fix things. had to manage them. had to make everything right.

just once, she wanted him to take the initiative. to clean up the mess before she had to remind him.

jack walked in from the living room then, eyes wide. “you okay?” he asked, his voice tentative, like he could sense the shift in the air.

“yeah. i’m fine,” she said, her voice just a little too sharp.

but then she couldn’t help herself. the words were out before she could stop them.

“jack, why do i always have to clean up after you?” she bit her lip, trying to rein in the frustration that was bubbling over. "why can’t you just—"

he stepped forward, his hands raised in surrender, but his tone was defensive. “baby, i’m not trying to be an ass, okay? i’m not. i’m just... i get caught up in everything, and then i forget. it’s not like i’m doing it on purpose.”

she crossed her arms, her heart pounding in her chest. “but it is on purpose, jack. not in the way you think. it’s the way you just leave things for me. over and over. it’s like i’m the one holding everything together while you are just... here.”

his face softened, guilt creeping into his expression as he realized the weight of what she was saying.

“i didn’t know you felt that way,” he murmured, his voice small. “i really didn’t.”

she shook her head, the exhaustion settling over her like a cloud. “that’s the problem. you never do. i’m the one picking up the pieces every time. i’m the one who has to make sure things get done, that everything’s taken care of.” she paused, then added, quieter, “it’s not fair, jack.”

he stood there for a long moment, speechless, as if trying to figure out how to process her words.

finally, he took a step toward her, and this time, he didn’t brush it off. didn’t throw an apology out like a quick fix. instead, he reached for her hand, holding it gently.

“i’m sorry,” he said, and his voice was steady, the sincerity there in every word. “i’ll do better. i’ll take more responsibility. i didn’t realize you were carrying so much.”

she nodded, though the tension in her chest hadn’t quite loosened. maybe this was the start of something. maybe he could really change. but she wasn’t sure yet.

but she needed to believe that he could.

the apartment was quiet again. jack had been gone for most of the day, as usual, but she hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that things were... off. that conversation they had wasn’t just a one-off; it had been hanging in the air ever since, unresolved, lingering like smoke.

y/n sat at the kitchen table, staring at her phone, scrolling absentmindedly through social media. her mind kept drifting back to jack — how easy it had been to forgive him, even after everything. it was like a reflex now, to give him the benefit of the doubt. he didn’t mean to. he was just... jack.

and that’s what always got her. the way he grinned that stupid, perfect grin. the way his brown eyes sparkled when he was excited about something. or the way his voice dropped low when he murmured her name in that particular way that made her feel like she was the only thing in the world.

jack was beautiful, in every sense of the word. from the way his muscles flexed when he skated, to the way his curls always fell just a little too perfectly over his forehead. even when he left his sneakers in the middle of the floor or his dirty socks piled up on the couch, she could never stay mad at him for long.

it happened again the next morning.

jack was lounging in the living room, his legs stretched out in front of him, scrolling through his phone with an easy smile. when he looked up and saw her standing in the doorway, he gave her one of those grins — wide, disarming, playful.

"you still mad at me?" he asked, voice light, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone. his hands rested casually on the arm of the couch, as if he wasn’t really worried about her answer.

y/n crossed her arms, feeling the heat rise in her chest. she wanted to be annoyed, to remind him of all the things he still hadn’t done, all the ways he still wasn’t fully present.

but as she stood there, watching him — his broad shoulders, his chest stretching the fabric of his shirt, those eyes of his — she found herself faltering. god, why did he have to look so good? why did it feel like every time she was about to say something, he had a way of melting all of her frustration away?

"i’m not mad," she said, her voice softer than she meant. her arms fell to her sides, and she stepped closer to him, the pull of his presence too strong to resist.

jack’s eyes flickered with relief, his smile turning playful as he leaned back on the couch. “you sure? because you look a little mad.”

y/n sighed, fighting back a smile. “you’re impossible,” she muttered, but her words held no heat.

“nah, i’m just... charming,” he said, winking as he patted the seat beside him. “come sit.”

she rolled her eyes, but it was half-hearted. as she sat down next to him, he stretched an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. his scent — woodsy and fresh — wrapped around her lap a blanket, and before she knew it, she was leaning into him, her frustration fading into the background once again.

and that’s when it happened. that moment. the way he tilted her chin up gently, eyes soft with an apology that never quite made it past his playful grin.

he kissed her. slowly at first, his lips pressing against hers with a tenderness that always had a way of disarming her. when he deepened the kiss, his hand slid to the back of her neck, tugging her closer.

everything inside of her screamed that this wasn’t fair — that they were avoiding the real conversation — but in the heat of his kiss, all her thoughts scattered like autumn leaves.

later that night, jack pulled her into their bedroom. she had been giving him the cold shoulder, since dinner, when he didn’t even flinch to clean up after. she continued to refuse to break her silence, but the moment he stepped into the room, something shifted.

“y/n…” he said, his voice soft but sure, his eyes studying her face with that familiar, unspoken apology.

before she could respond, he was already closing the distance between them, his hand cupping her cheek. his touch was warm, gentle, and when his lips met hers again, this time it wasn’t playful — it was raw, sincere. he was saying everything without words, and she could feel it in the way his hands roamed over her body, tracing the familiar paths he knew so well.

it wasn’t just about the sex. it never had been. it was the way he knew exactly what she needed without asking. the way he took control, even when he was the one who had messed up, in a way that made her forget her frustration and let herself be swept up in him.

his kisses moved to her neck, soft and languid, as he slowly undressed her, his movements almost reverent, like she was something precious.

y/n closed her eyes, feeling the pull between them, the way his touch made her heart race and her thoughts blur. it was hard to stay mad at him when he made her feel like the center of his universe.

his hands slid over her skin, and she melted into him, all the tension and frustration of the past few days evaporating as he whispered against her skin. "i’m sorry... i’ll do better, i promise."

there it was. the promises again. but she was too caught up in his orbit to reprimand him.

she nodded, not trusting herself to speak. his touch always made everything else fade away. and she hated herself a little for it, because she knew — he knew — that this was how he could win her back every time.

but tonight, as their bodies moved together, she realized something. he was sorry, in his own way. but was he ready to change? or was he just apologizing because he knew what she needed to hear to make the anger disappear?

the next morning, she woke up alone. jack had already gone to practice, but there was a note on the pillow next to her, written in his familiar scrawl: "i’ll make it up to you, baby."

she stared at it for a moment, wondering how long the cycle would continue. how many more mornings would she wake up to apologies and tender touches before the reality of it all — the real work — would start?

the charm and the kisses were enough to make her forget, for a while. but for how long?

y/n felt like she was dragging herself through the days. it started with a sore throat, then escalated quickly into a full-blown cold — the kind that made her body ache and her head feel like it was trapped in a fog. jack had been on the road for a couple of days, and she wasn’t about to bother him with her stupid little cold. he was busy with the team, doing his thing, living his dream. no need to pile her issues onto him.

but it was harder than she expected.

she spent the last couple of days in bed, barely able to get up. the apartment was silent except for the occasional sound of cars passing by outside. no one was there to bring her soup, no one to fluff her pillows or check on her when she got up to grab a glass of water. she was used to taking care of herself, but this time, it felt different. more exhausting.

by the time jack finally returned, she was still lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, tissues scattered on the coffee table in front of her. she barely had the energy to move when he walked in through the door, dropping his bag carelessly by the front door, his usual loud “i’m home!” echoing through the empty apartment.

y/n barely lifted her head from the pillow, feeling the wave of frustration already start to creep up her chest.

jack walked into the living room, his eyes scanning the space. he cocked his head. “you okay?”

"yeah,” she muttered, though her voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. “i’ve come down with something.”

he stared at her for a moment, then looked around the apartment, his gaze flicking from the scattered tissues to the still-dirty dishes from last night. he made a face.

“you’ve been in bed all day?” he asked, his voice carrying a slight judgment she hadn’t expected. “the place looks like a mess.”

y/n blinked, confused for a moment. was he serious?

“i’m sick, jack,” she said, sitting up a little, her throat burning from the effort. she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “i haven’t been able to get out of bed for two days.”

jack didn’t seem to get it. he shrugged a little and gestured to the disarray around the apartment. “yeah, but you could’ve at least picked up a little. i mean... it’s not like you didn’t have time.”

her chest tightened. she could feel the frustration rising, the sharp edge of everything she’d been holding in for the past few days coming to a head.

“are you serious right now?” her voice was louder than she meant it to be, and the sound of it seemed to shock even her. jack froze in place, but she didn’t back down. “you’ve been gone for days, and i’m here sick as hell, and all you can do is complain about the house being a mess?”

he opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off.

“you don’t get it, jack. i have to do everything. i’m the one keeping the apartment clean, making sure your stuff’s put away, taking care of you — and when you’re gone, i’m left to handle it all on my own. and when you come home, all you can do is complain about the things that don’t matter." she took a shaky breath, the tears welling up despite herself.

jack stood there, staring at her, caught off guard by her outburst. his mouth opened and closed like he was trying to process what she was saying.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, his voice softening. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t think... I didn’t know you were feeling like this.”

“you never know,” she whispered, leaning back against the couch, exhausted from both the fever and the fight. “that’s the problem.” she wiped at her eyes, trying to get a hold of herself.

jack’s face softened immediately, his usual easy confidence slipping away. he took a tentative step closer to her, his voice filled with genuine concern now.

“y/n, i’m sorry. i really am,” he said, his tone different — quieter, more vulnerable. “i didn’t know you were sick all week. i wish you told me. i don’t want to be that guy who... makes everything harder for you.”

she could feel the familiar ache in her chest when he looked at her like that — his eyes wide, apologetic, like a puppy who knew it messed up. the charm was undeniable. and it always seemed to work on her.

“it’s not just about the house, jack. it’s about... everything. it’s about how i’m always the one holding it together while you... while you just get to go play hockey and leave me to manage everything else.” her voice cracked, and she hated how vulnerable she sounded, but it was the truth

he crouched down in front of her, looking up at her with those wide eyes, his hand gently cupping her knee. “you’re right,” he said quietly. “i’ve been selfish. i’ve been so caught up in my own stuff that i didn’t how i’m burdening you”

y/n felt a small, bitter laugh escape her. “you only see it when i yell at you and you pout like a kicked puppy,” she murmured, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

“i’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice so earnest now that she couldn’t stay mad at him. not really. “i’ll do better, i promise. just... please don’t stay mad at me.” he reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

y/n stared at him for a long moment. the words were familiar. he’d apologized a million times, said the same things over and over. but this time felt different.

she sighed, letting the frustration melt away, if only for a moment. “you always say that,” she whispered, shaking her head. “but you never change.”

“i will change,” he said, his voice low, sincere. “just give me a chance.”

she stared at him for a beat, wondering if this time was actually the time he would do better. but even as the doubt lingered, she could feel the tension in her shoulders ease.

she couldn’t help it. she wanted to believe him. she always did.

“fine,” she said softly. “but next time, just... help out, jack. help out before i have to ask.”

he nodded, pulling her into his arms gently. “i will. i swear.”

the warmth of his body against hers as he pulled her close was like a balm to the tension she’d been carrying. he kissed the top of her head, his fingers threading through her hair as he cradled her against him.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t there when you needed me,” he murmured, voice thick with guilt. “i hate that you were sick and i wasn’t here to take care of you.”

y/n closed her eyes, the comfort of him too soothing to fight. maybe he would change. maybe this time, it would stick.

for now, though, she just let herself be held.

two nights later, they were all squeezed into a corner booth at a warm, bustling italian spot downtown. the kind with paper tablecloths, tiny candles, and waiters who greeted the hughes family like old friends. jack’s parents were in town for the playoffs, treating them all to dinner — luke already halfway through the breadbasket, jack grinning like he he had something up his sleeve.

ellen was fussing over the menu. “i still don’t understand why you won’t try the eggplant, jack. it’s good for you!”

“mom,” jack groaned, leaning back so dramatically he nearly knocked into the waiter. “if i’m not eating it now, i’m never eating it.”

“it’s actually good here,” y/n offered, just to tease, elbowing him lightly.

he gave her a betrayed look. “whose side are you on?”

“the side of expanding your child-like palate, apparently.”

luke snorted. “she’s right, bro.”

jack rolled his eyes, but under the table, his hand slipped onto her thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles.

they ordered — pasta for everyone, plus calamari and garlic bread “for the table,” which meant luke would demolish most of it. they were halfway through the appetizer when jack suddenly cleared his throat, announcing he has something to say (as always)

“so… i was thinking,” he started, glancing around like he was about to announce a business deal. “we should get a dog.”

y/n almost choked on her wine. “a what?”

“a dog!” he said, perking up. “like a little golden retriever or a lab. wouldn’t that be awesome?”

ellen lit up immediately. “oh, that would be so sweet! i’d come visit all the time.”

jack leaned back, smirking at y/n like he’d already won. “see? mom loves the idea.”

she fixed him with a look. “ellen, please tell your son he needs to learn how to put his socks in the hamper before he’s responsible for a living creature.”

ellen burst out laughing. “he still doesn’t pick up after himself?”

“ellen,” y/n said gravely, lowering her voice like she was sharing state secrets, “your son left a protein shake on the windowsill for two weeks. i walked in and thought something died.”

luke nearly spit out his water, coughing as he laughed. jim was shaking his head, trying to hide a grin behind his napkin.

jack’s ears went bright pink. “okay, one time—”

“one time too many,” she cut in, smirking. “besides, who’s going to walk it? or train it? i already do all the grocery shopping, call the maintenance man, keep track of your game schedule and your laundry.”

“hey!” jack sputtered. “i help.”

“like when you said you’d clean the bathroom and just sprayed windex everywhere because it ‘smelled clean’?”

“now that. that was innovative.”

luke wiped tears from his eyes. “you’re hopeless.”

ellen patted y/n’s hand, eyes sparkling. “thank you for keeping him in line. i tried for twenty three years, but some things never stick.”

jack scowled. “you’re all traitors.”

but even as he pouted, he squeezed y/n’s knee under the table, thumb pressing gently like he needed the reassurance. she rolled her eyes but laced her fingers with his, giving him a squeeze back.

“maybe in a year,” she relented softly, meeting his hopeful eyes. “when you prove you can keep track of your socks.”

he lit up instantly. “deal. i’m gonna get so good at chores you won’t even believe it.”

jim snorted. “i’ll believe it when i see it.”

ellen raised her glass. “to jack learning how to be functional adult”

everyone laughed, even jack, who lifted his own glass with a sigh. “yeah, yeah. ye of little faith .”

under the table, he leaned closer, whispering just for her, “thank you, baby. for everything”

she smiled, nudging his shoulder. “someone’s gotta make sure you survive. might as well be me.”

and he just looked at her, eyes soft, like even if he didn’t have the dog yet, he already had everything else he needed.

by the time they got home, the city was quiet and cool, the kind of april night that smelled like rain on pavement. jack unlocked the front door, pushed it open, and waited for her to step inside first — dramatic gentleman mode, as always.

“after you, traitor.”

y/n snorted, kicking off her shoes and heading straight for the kitchen to put away the leftover dessert ellen had forced them to take home. “still mad i told your mom about the protein shake?”

he shut the door and followed behind her like a shadow. “oh, i’m furious,” he said, dropping his keys on the counter. “you snitched. in front of my whole family.”

“well, quinn wasn't there and i've already told on you enough to him. and you brought up a dog. you knew exactly what you were doing.” she opened the fridge, placing the tiramisu inside. “and i told the truth. if you want a dog, start by not treating your sneakers like floor art.”

he wrapped his arms around her from behind, chest pressed to her back. “i’m still getting revenge,” he murmured, lips brushing just behind her ear.

she raised an eyebrow, amused. “oh yeah? what’re you gonna do? forget to rinse your dishes again?”

he smirked against her neck. “nah. i’m gonna make you pay for telling my mom i can’t clean.”

“jack—”

“maybe i’ll tease you until you’re the one begging,” he whispered, voice low and smug. “maybe i’ll make you say you’re sorry for making me look bad at dinner.”

she rolled her eyes, but her breath hitched — because of course it did. he always knew what buttons to push.

“you do a fine job of looking bad all on your own,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

he grinned. “true. but that's why i have you. we balance eachother out.”

“unfortunately.” she turned in his arms, tugging his hoodie by the collar. “you’re lucky i do.”

he tilted his head, lips hovering just over hers. “lucky you love me,” he corrected. “because otherwise, you’d be in big trouble for slander.”

she laughed against his mouth. “baby, if i really wanted to slander you, i’d tell them about the time you almost blew up our microwave because you microwaved aluminum in a plastic container.”

“that was one time!” he groaned, head dropping to her shoulder in embarrassment.

he groaned into her neck, “you’re here to humble me, aren’t you?,” his hands were already sliding under the hem of her shirt, thumbs brushing warm circles into her skin.

“mhm, says the boy plotting revenge.”

“not plotting anymore,” he murmured, voice husky. “your punishment is pretty much decided.”

“oh yeah?” she smirked, trying to hold her ground, but it faltered when he pressed her back against the counter, hips snug against hers. “what’re you gonna do—”

he cut her off with a kiss. greedy, all-consuming, the kind that made her knees weaken. she clutched at his shoulders, trying to remember why she was annoyed at all — the socks, the tupperware, the protein shake science experiment — but it all blurred under the heat of his mouth.

“come on,” he whispered against her lips. “come to bed with me.”

“jack—”

“please.” his forehead rested against hers, eyes blown wide, almost boyish again. “need you.”

that did her in.

he tugged her hand, leading her down the hall, their laughter tangled with breathless kisses. by the time they reached the bedroom, she was already fumbling with the hem of his hoodie, giggling when he yanked it over his head and nearly knocked her off balance.

“careful, idiot,” she whispered.

he just grinned, hands settling on her hips as he backed her toward the bed. “not my fault you make me clumsy.”

the playful edge faded the second she hit the mattress, his mouth trailing down her neck, hands everywhere at once — anchoring her, adoring her, worshiping her.

and just like that, all her quiet resentments melted. every sock on the floor, every forgotten chore — gone, irrelevant, lost under the press of his chest and the way he groaned her name like a prayer.

because in moments like these, she wasn’t the girl picking up his pieces. she was just his. wanted, cherished, needed so deeply it made her head spin.

later, tangled in sheets with his heartbeat thrumming under her palm, she whispered, almost shy, “still mad at me?”

jack smiled into his skin. “not even a little.”

because she’d remember all his shortcomings tomorrow. but tonight, in this bed, with him breathing her in like he couldn’t get enough — she only felt the good parts. and god, there were so many good parts.

it was early afternoon when she finished getting ready — slipping into a soft, silky dress for a charity fundraiser with the other wives and girlfriends. nothing over-the-top, but the colour made her skin glow, the neckline dipping just enough that she almost second-guessed it.

jack didn’t give her the chance.

“jesus,” he muttered when he walked into the bedroom, stopping dead in his tracks. his eyes raked over her like he was physically hungry. “baby, come here let me look at you.”

she rolled her eyes, heat prickling at the base of her neck. “jack, i’m already running late—”

he crowded her against the dresser anyway, hands sliding over her waist, thumbs stroking the fabric like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to hold her or peel it off. “you can’t just walk around looking like that. it’s illegal.”

“it’s literally a charity event,” she laughed, trying to twist away, but he only grinned and ducked his head, lips ghosting her throat.

“then it’s illegal to be that hot at a charity event without me”

she melted — for a second. then gently pushed at his chest. “jack, stop. i have to go.”

he pouted but didn’t let go, arms wrapping tighter. “fine, fine. where’s it at again?”

“the rooftop at the four seasons. you’d know if you checked your calendar.”

he just hummed, nosing along her collarbone.

she let out a little breath, trying not to lose focus. “what’re you doing today?”

“nothing, really. might play chel with luke and trevor later. why?”

her stomach tensed. she smoothed her hands over his shoulders, voice careful. “i just… remembered we’re behind on a few things. could you maybe run to the store? we’re out of oat milk and trash bags. and sunday cleaning — could you at least get started on the bathroom and vacuum the living room?”

jack pulled back just enough to grin down at her. “of course, baby. got it. don’t even worry. i’ll be so productive, you’ll come home and think a maid service broke in.”

she studied him, searching for something — maybe real commitment, or even a flicker of guilt that she had to ask at all. instead, he was just smiling at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, hands still tracing little shapes on her hips.

she sighed. “i’m serious, jack. i don’t want to come back and have to do it all myself.”

“i know, i know.” he leaned in and kissed her, slow and sweet, like it was enough to solve everything. “trust me, okay? i got it. promise.”

she tried to relax into it, let herself believe him. because he looked so earnest, and god, it was so easy to fall for that soft-eyed smile.

but as she grabbed her purse and left, her chest was tight with something she couldn’t quite name — like maybe she already knew how this would end.

the rooftop was lit up with tiny golden bulbs strung overhead, the city skyline soft and blurred in the distance. waiters wove through with trays of prosecco and delicate hors d'oeuvres, and laughter floated on the warm evening breeze.

y/n stood with a cluster of the other wives and girlfriends, her glass cool in her hand, shoulders finally relaxing a little. it felt good to be out, dressed up, surrounded by people who understood the strange orbit their lives revolved around.

"so how’s jack? still leaving a trail of clothes from the door to the bedroom like bread crumbs?" megan asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.

y/n laughed, shaking her head. "honestly? he’s been… pretty good, actually. like, surprisingly. i think i scared him straight after i snitched to ellen at dinner last week."

they all cracked up, nearly in unison.

"my mother-in-law would never side with me," jenna groaned. "if she could, she’d still be cutting the crusts off his sandwiches and ironing his jeans. she looks at me like i’m a war criminal because i told him to pick up after himself."

"god, jack would love that," y/n said, giggling. she took a slow sip of her drink, letting the prosecco fizz sweetly on her tongue.

“although — he’s still working his angles. i have this theory he’s trying to butter me up for a dog. keeps dropping these not-so-subtle hints, like ‘baby, wouldn’t a puppy be so cute on the couch with us?’ meanwhile, i’d just like to not trip over his skates in the hallway.”

"that’s a lot of work," one of the girls said, sympathetic but amused. "but… also kinda nice. i’d go crazy in that house by myself all season if we didn’t have our dog. at least it’s company when they’re on the road."

y/n hummed, nodding. her mind wandered for a moment — to their apartment, to jack’s sneakers by the door, to the way he’d looked at her before she left, so unabashedly in awe like he still couldn’t believe she was his.

"yeah," she admitted softly, half to herself. "he is pretty sweet sometimes. and i think… i don’t know. maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing to have something that’s ours, you know?"

the girls all smiled knowingly, a few squeezing her hand. the conversation moved on — trips they were planning, little updates on family back home, which players were secretly terrible cooks — but under it all was this soft, blooming warmth in her chest.

by the time she hugged them all goodbye and stepped into her waiting car, she felt light. maybe even a little giddy. she rested her head against the seat, smiling to herself, suddenly eager to be home.

to see jack, to tell him he’d been on her mind, to let him tug her into his chest and kiss her like she was still that girl from the first night they met.

because for all the socks on the floor and the ways he still had to grow up — he was hers. and tonight, that was enough to make her want to hurry back to him.

once the event wrapped up and she parked in their building garage, she couldn’t wait any longer to see him. she unlocked the door, expecting the usual quiet hum of an apartment halfway cleaned, maybe the faint scent of something cooking, the soft buzz of the vacuum in the living room.

instead, she stepped inside and froze. the place was exactly the way she’d left it. the kitchen counters still cluttered with empty milk cartons, the trash overflowing, the bathroom untouched.

then she heard it — the low murmur of voices from the living room.

peeking around the corner, she saw jack and luke sprawled on the couch, beer cans in hand, laughing like it was game night; the chores she had assigned long forgotten.

jack’s eyes caught hers and immediately went wide — frozen, caught like a kid who just got caught sneaking cookies before dinner.

she opened her mouth, but no words came out. the anger rooted her to the spot, leaving her utterly speechless.

luke cleared his throat awkwardly. “uh… hey, y/n.”

jack didn’t move, didn’t say a word. he was in trouble.

“guess the cleaning’s on hold?” she finally managed, voice tight but low.

jack swallowed hard. “i… i was gonna get to it. i swear. just… needed a minute.”

her jaw clenched. “a minute?"

he shifted uncomfortably, eyes flicking to luke, who gave an apologetic shrug.

“i gotta head out,” luke said quickly, standing and grabbing his coat. “don’t wanna get caught in the middle.”

“thanks, luke,” she said flatly as he hurried out.

jack stayed rooted, looking smaller than usual, but she still couldn’t find her voice.

he finally gestured helplessly toward the game console, where a controller rested. “was gonna play some chel… thought maybe after.”

she stalked over, unplugged the console, and looked at him dead on. “shut up.”

jack blinked. “shut up?”

“yes. just. shut. up.”

he did, really did, blinking in surprise. he’d never seen her like this before — silent, rigid, no warmth in her eyes. he slumped into the couch infront of her as she paced.

he stayed there on the couch, looking up at her like he didn’t know if he should stand or shrink into the cushions.

she crossed her arms, pacing once before she rounded on him again. her voice was ice. “so pathetic. you need me to do everything for you, hmm?”

his eyes widened, throat bobbing as he swallowed. “baby, i—”

“can’t do anything for yourself,” she snapped, stepping in closer. her hands went to his shoulders, pushing him back into the couch so she stood over him. “can’t clean. can’t run errands. can’t keep a single promise to me. i have to manage your whole life for you, like i’m your personal assistant.”

he reached for her hips, trying to pull her down onto his lap, but she smacked his hands away so hard the sound cracked in the air.

“you don’t get to touch me,” she hissed.

his mouth fell open. “baby, come on—”

“no. i’m the one in charge. like always. i decide if and when you get to touch me.” she snapped, her voice laced with venom

he swallowed again, hands fisting helplessly at his sides.

she leaned down, voice dropping to a mocking purr as her fingers traced along his jaw, her nails scraping lightly over the stubble.

“stupid boy. can’t do anything. don’t want to do anything but be inside me all day, huh? can’t get a single thought in that pretty head of yours if it isn’t me.”

his breath stuttered out of him in a low, wrecked groan. his eyes fluttered shut for a second, like he couldn’t even bear how much he wanted it. when they opened again, they were dark and blown wide with need, locked helplessly on her face.

“baby…” he breathed, voice hoarse, the word more a plea than anything else. his hands twitched on the couch cushions, like he didn’t dare reach for her again without permission.

she tilted her head, studying him, a cruel little smirk ghosting across her lips. her thumb swept over his bottom lip, dragging slow and deliberate, watching it bounce back when she let go. he sucked in a sharp breath at even that light touch, chest rising like he was struggling to keep himself from falling apart.

“so easy,” she whispered, her mouth brushing just against the corner of his. “you’d let me ruin you right here, wouldn’t you?”

he gave a tiny, desperate nod, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. “yeah. fuck — please. whatever you want. i’ll do anything.”

“anything?” she echoed softly, letting her lips ghost along his cheek, down to his jaw, smiling when he shivered under her.

“anything,” he rasped, hands fisting tight again at his sides like he was using every ounce of control not to grab her. “just… please.”

she hovered over his mouth for a breathless beat, letting the anticipation stretch until his lips parted on a quiet, broken gasp.

then she finally kissed him.

hard. messy. her hands threading into his hair, pulling just enough to make him groan. he kissed her back with a desperate, hungry sort of relief, grabbing her waist like he couldn’t help himself even after being told not to.

and she let him — for now — because the way he melted under her, the way he clung to her like he’d fall apart otherwise, made it so painfully clear just how much he needed her to keep him together.

and god help her, she needed it too.

she pulled back just enough to look at him, breath coming fast, her lips swollen from the kiss. jack’s eyes were blown wide, pupils dark with want, mouth parted like he couldn’t quite catch his breath.

his hands hovered at her waist again, tentative now — like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed. she could feel him trembling under her, every muscle wound tight, waiting for permission.

“say it,” she whispered, her voice low and commanding. “say you need me.”

“i… fuck, i need you,” he breathed, so earnest it nearly broke her. “need you to tell me what to do. need you to… to take care of me. i’m so fucking lost without you.”

her thumb brushed over his cheek, almost gentle — almost. “yeah, i know. you’d fall apart if i left. don’t even know how to use the vacuum without me.”

he let out a shaky laugh, eyes fluttering closed like he was embarrassed, but he leaned into her touch anyway.

“look at me,” she ordered.

his eyes snapped open at her words. he melted at the heat radiating from her a mix of desire and anger that reached it's boiling point

“good boy,” she murmured, and then she kissed him again — slower this time, deep and possessive, like she was staking her claim. his hands finally settled on her hips again, squeezing like he might die if he couldn’t hold her.

she shifted in his lap, feeling how hard he already was beneath her, and smirked against his mouth. “so easy. so fucking easy for me.”

“only for you,” he groaned, voice raw, forehead dropping to rest against hers. “just… please. don’t stop. don’t—”

“shut up,” she repeated, cutting him off with another searing kiss.

and he did. god, he did — sinking into her, letting her take the lead, every broken promise and messy room forgotten for now under the weight of how desperately he wanted to be hers.

she slowed the kiss, just enough to savor it — to taste the apology he couldn’t quite say, to feel the way he shivered when she dragged her nails lightly up the back of his neck.

his hands were gripping her hips so tight it bordered on painful, trying to ground himself, to prove he still had something to hold onto. but she knew — they both knew — who was really in control here.

when she pulled back, her breath was ragged, her lips slick and swollen. jack’s eyes were dazed, his mouth parted like he was still chasing her even after she’d left it.

“god, look at you,” she whispered, brushing a thumb over his damp bottom lip. “i am the only one who gets to see you like this. completely ruined”

he let out a low, desperate sound. “yeah. fuck — yes. whatever you want. just… please, don’t stop touching me.”

“needy,” she murmured, almost fond, though there was still an edge in it. “pathetic little thing. can’t stand to be without me for a second.”

his hips jerked up under her, unthinking, chasing friction, and he whined when she pressed her palm to his chest to hold him still.

“stay,” she ordered, and he did — trembling under her like he was made of glass.

she leaned down, nipping his jaw, then licking over the sting until he gasped. “good boy. that’s it.”

his hands fluttered at her sides, wanting to roam, wanting to take, but waiting for her to give the word. it sent a sharp thrill through her, how he looked at her like this — totally undone, worshipful, lost.

she rolled her hips slowly against him, and his breath punched out of him in a shudder.

“you feel that?” she whispered against his ear. “that’s all you’re good for. all you want to be good for. just me. just this.”

“fuck,” he rasped, hands clutching at her thighs now like he might fall through the earth if he didn’t anchor himself to her. “yes baby, fuck yes… only you.”

she kissed him again, hard and filthy, swallowing the broken sounds he made. he kissed back with everything he had — teeth, tongue, the desperate flick of his hips — like he needed to prove his devotion in every breath.

when she finally broke away, they were both gasping, foreheads pressed together, sweat starting to bead at her temple.

“you’re mine,” she said low, so close he could feel her words vibrate through him.

“yours,” he promised instantly, eyes blown wide, voice shaking. “always yours.”

she smiled, dark and satisfied, before capturing his mouth again — and this time when he surged up into her, she let him, let them both get lost in it. because right now, in the heat of it, with all his faults and failures laid bare, he was exactly where he was supposed to be — beneath her, wanting nothing more than to give her everything.

she smiled, dark and satisfied, before capturing his mouth again — and this time when he surged up into her, she let him, let him grab at her hips and pull her flush against him like he was starving for it.

his hands roamed greedily now, no longer tentative, sliding up beneath her shirt to feel the heat of her skin. he moaned into her mouth when her nails scraped over his shoulders, bucking up helplessly beneath her.

“fuck, baby… please,” he gasped when they pulled apart for breath, his voice nothing but wrecked devotion.

“please what?” she taunted softly, pressing her forehead to his, their breaths tangling.

“please… just — let me come. let me be good for you,” he choked out. his eyes were wide and glassy, every ounce of cockiness stripped down to this raw, pleading honesty.

she felt her chest tighten, her own pulse thundering as she rocked her hips deliberately against him. he nearly sobbed, clutching her tighter, and when she kissed him again it was slower, deeper, like she was drinking in every shattered sound he made.

somewhere in the blur of it — of soft, filthy words whispered against lips, of his hands gripping her like lifelines, of her laughter breaking through when he cursed under his breath, half-crazed — the last of her anger slipped away.

because here he was, laid bare under her, all his faults and failures on full display, and still looking at her like she was the sun. like he’d do anything, be anything, if it meant keeping her.

and right now, in the heat of it, that was enough.

when the tension finally broke and they collapsed together, tangled and breathless on the couch. when the urgency had finally burned itself out and left them in a tangled, sweaty heap on the couch — she lay draped over him, her cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the frantic pound of his heart start to slow.

jack’s hands stroked aimlessly up and down her back, almost reverent, like he still couldn’t believe she was real, that she’d chosen to stay.

for a while, neither of them spoke. they just lay there tangled up on the couch, her head resting over his heart, feeling it race and then slowly steady beneath her cheek. his hands drifted over her back in slow, aimless patterns, like he couldn’t stand to stop touching her.

she closed her eyes, trying to memorize this — the warmth of him, the soft rise and fall of his chest, the way his breath still caught every so often like he was overwhelmed.

then, in a voice so quiet and rough it cracked straight through her, he whispered, “i’d do anything for you. you know that, right?”

her throat tightened. she lifted her head to look at him, taking in the flushed skin, damp hair curling at his temples, the way his lips were kiss-swollen and parted like he was still catching up to the moment.

his eyes found hers, wide and raw in the low light. “i mean it,” he went on, like he couldn’t keep it inside anymore. “i’ll do better. i promise. i’ll try harder. i’ll… fuck, i’ll grow up. i’ll be the man you need. the one you deserve. because i can’t — i can’t lose you.”

her chest squeezed so tight it almost hurt. because for all his mess, all the ways he made her want to scream and tear her hair out, there was never any doubt how deeply he loved her. it was written all over his face, in every touch, every broken, breathless promise. he loved her recklessly, wholly, with everything he was.

she leaned down and kissed him, slow and lingering, tasting the fear and the hope on his lips.

when she pulled back just enough to speak, her voice shook. “good. because i’m not doing this alone anymore. i swear to god, jack — if you don’t change, if you keep making me carry all of it by myself, i’ll leave.”

his hands came up to cradle her face, thumbs brushing tears she hadn’t even realized had fallen. “it won’t come to that,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “i swear. i swear on everything, i’ll be better. i’ll prove it to you. just… please don’t stop loving me.”

she closed her eyes, pressing her forehead to his, breathing him in like she was trying to fill her lungs with him.

“don’t give me a reason to,” she whispered back.

“i won’t,” he breathed immediately, pulling her down into him like he could keep her there forever. “i promise, baby. i promise.”

and for tonight — with his arms locked around her, his promises soft and desperate against her skin — she let herself believe it. because god, she needed to. and maybe, just maybe, that was enough to keep holding on.

BONUS

the morning light spilled gently through the window when y/n finally stirred, her body still heavy with sleep and the lingering warmth of the night before. she blinked groggily, expecting to find herself alone or maybe jack still tangled up in blankets somewhere on the couch.

instead, she heard the clatter of pans and the faint hiss of the coffee machine.

curious, she shuffled out of their bedroom in her oversized shirt and slippers, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

there he was — jack, standing at the stove, focused and a little awkward, flipping pancakes with the kind of careful concentration usually reserved for practice drills. the kitchen was filled with the rich smell of coffee and something sweet sizzling on the griddle.

“morning,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with that boyish grin that made her heart skip. “hope you’re hungry.”

y/n’s eyes widened when he handed her a plate piled high with golden pancakes, perfectly fluffy, topped with fresh berries and a drizzle of maple syrup. next to it was a steaming mug of coffee, just how she liked it — creamy, not too bitter.

“jack… this looks amazing,” she said, genuinely surprised. “did you make all this?”

he scratched the back of his neck, a little sheepish. “yeah, well… i had some help.”

“help?”

he grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. “was on facetime with my mom and quinn until about thirty minutes ago. they gave me the play-by-play on how to not burn the kitchen down.”

she laughed, warmth spreading through her chest. “so you were taking cooking lessons from your mom?”

“yep,” he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “and maybe bragging a little about how amazing my girlfriend is.”

she smiled, taking a bite of the pancake. “okay, i’m impressed. you’re full of surprises.”

he smirked, his eyes darkening with a mix of mischief and something softer, more tender. “guess all it took was you fucking me like that yesterday to light a fire under me.”

he stepped closer, voice dropping low and thick with promise. “plus, if i want mornings like this—just you and me, no distractions—I’d better start pulling my weight.”

she smiled, feeling a rush of heat bloom inside her as she reached across the table to lace her fingers through his. “well, keep it up. i’m loving this side of you.”

he caught her hand, his thumb stroking gently, grounding them both. then, without breaking eye contact, he tugged her up from her chair and pulled her close until there was no space left between them.

“i love you,” he murmured against her lips, voice raw and full of longing.

she melted into the kiss, slow and deep, the kitchen fading away until there was only the press of his body, the warmth of his breath, the taste of him.

when they finally parted, breathless and tangled, jack pressed a soft kiss to her temple before stepping back with a grin.

“breakfast is served, baby. just for you.” he said, sliding the plate of pancakes onto the table, the steam curling between them like a promise of more mornings like this.

and in that simple, perfect moment—pancakes, coffee, and stolen kisses—everything felt like home.

© 2025 M34TTHEWS

[sevsdollette]

thinking about domestic! sevika taking a day off work, but it’s your day to clean and she can’t stop staring at you.

contains: staring, sevika being needy, grinding, thigh riding, talks of breeding

nsfw, MDNI and men get away

you had to clean the master bedroom, scrub the bathroom, and take care of the dishes. your day was full. that morning you had to drag yourself out of bed, escaping the heavy, sleepy arm of your wife that was wrapped around you.

she was a brute in the best way, but she slept like a brick. when she snored, she shook the house. when she dreamt, she muttered. it was an adventure every time you had to pry yourself from the jaws of her grasp to go to the bathroom or get ready for the day.

anyway, you got up. it was a rare day of relaxation for sevika, so you thought getting the chores out of the way without her worrying would be best. she would have a nice day of you taking care of her. a tidy house was the first step.

the bedroom was filthy. laundry was the first task you had to hassle. with such busy schedules, the two of you gained a habit of tossing your clothes anywhere and everywhere. perhaps most of it was in a fleeting moment of hornyness, but nevertheless, it was a mess.

as you cleaned you realized just how much you had to do, and even the clothes on your back were from yesterday. you searched your dresser for something clean to wear, but the only viable option was a pair of tiny pajama shorts.

so there you were, tidying up your bedroom with no shirt, no bra, and only those shorts. you just had to clean everything and have a fresh reset.

it only took a few minutes of this cleaning when you heard rustling in the bed. you took it as Sevika tossing in a dream or sleepily readjusting her pillow.

a minute later, the springs groaned and she sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes to get the image right. “why are you—what—?”

you spun around, a pair of her boxers in one hand and a shoe in the other. “this is the only piece of clothing i own that is clean. i am seriously overdue for laundry.”

her eyes trailed down your chest. “so… there nothing else?”

“nothing else?” you furrowed your brow.

“nothing underneath?”

you scoffed. “sevika, hush.”

after that, everywhere you went Sevika wasn’t far behind. your body was her alarm clock. She was standing against the counter as you brought dishes to the kitchen. Her steady gaze followed your ass as it peaked it from under your shorts.

She liked it when you leaned over to pull the clothes out of the washing machine and shove them into the dryer. (she almost wished you’d get stuck ;) )

when you went to the bathroom to scrub out the tub, she almost felt herself salivate as you bent over the edge. As you leaned to clean the far side, she could see just under the hem of your shorts to the soft flesh of your ass. your lips were purses in concentration; your brow was knit with thought. just one chance of scenery and you’d be pinching your eyes shut for another reason.

once the tub was sparkling, you wiped the sweat off your forehead and stood up. as you got to your feet, your frame fit into sevika’s muscular front. Her hands slid up your stomach and cupped your bare breasts. she hummed and dipped her face into the crook of your neck. she kissed the skin under your ear softly.

“babe, please. i’m cleaning.”

“hmm. why don’t you take a break, baby? i’ll have you sweating in a different way.”

“sevika you’re supposed to be relaxing not worrying about my chores.”

“well, i am worried. you know i like it better when you do things dirty.”

“shut up.”

“though, as a matter of fact. i think the sheets on our bed need scrubbing. why don’t you come with me and help me take a look.”

her tricks didn’t work on you and you pushed her off of you to keep up your cleaning spree. all that was left was the dishes. so you sat her down on the couch (which had a clear view of the kitchen sink) and told her to be patient.

it was amusing to see such a headstrong woman sit so still. you gave her a treat of swaying your hips as you walked away to the kitchen.

as much as you wanted to keep your authority, you couldn’t help but hurry through the dishes. you might have left some dry corners as you wiped the counter. perhaps you stacked more dishes to dry on their own than could safely sit on the mat. but, hey, if your wife wanted to fuck you, how were you supposed to keep her away for so long?

with the last dish put away and the rag wrung out, you turned around to look at Sevika. you set your hands on your hips, meeting her eyes that had been glued to you the whole time. “cleaning’s done,” you mused.

it was almost scary how quickly she was on top of you.

she grabbed your waist, pressing you against the counter and capturing your mouth in a kiss. her rough, greedy hands we’re feeling over every part of your body she had been watching for hours. she groped and massaged your breast, rolling your hardened nipples between her fingers. she smoothed her hands down your thighs and up under your shorts to grab your ass.

you moaned against her lips and kissed her deeper. her tongue slid against yours, tasting your eagerness as she teased your cunt through your shorts. she definitely hadn’t forgotten how little clothing you were wearing.

“you’ve been such a good girl this morning,” she cooed, “cleaning my house and all. now it’s time for you to relax, baby.”

you nodded, whining as she pressed on your clit over the fabric of your clothes.

her kisses carried down to your neck and she was quickly sucking over your skin. just the taste of your flesh was making her moan in your ear. your head tilted back to give her more room, mind feeling dizzy.

while she had you distracted, her hands came up to the crotch of your shorts and ripped them. soon the clothing was falling off your hips and hitting your ankles.

“Sevika! now i actually have nothing to wear.”

she grunted, picking you up to set her thigh between your legs. “good.”

you had no more control over the situation. her hands gripped your hips with a deadly strength as she rolled you over her muscle. you moaned. head falling back as your clit rubbed over her skin.

she had you gasping already. her teeth dragged over the bruises on your neck as she whispered nasty things in your ear. “take it, baby. i love you, sweetheart. fuck, you’ve got me so crazy for you and this cunt.”

a blush heated your face as your growing slick made nasty noises on her thigh. you were married for god sake, but every time she had you flustered.

“Sev—“

“cum on me, baby. i’ll fill you up—i’ll breed my pretty housewife.”

a guttural moan broke your pursed lips and another wave of arousal hit your core. she knew exactly what to say to make you finish. you could feel your climax approaching and you rocked your hips faster.

her hard thigh muscle made a perfect surface to stimulate yourself. she helped you through your faster pace, praising you with how well you were doing, how you were her good, gorgeous wife. too good for her.

you came with a stuttering, muffled plea. she kissed over your sore neck and guided you down from your high. her thumbs rubbed circled over your hip bones as she let you sit gently on her leg. your legs were still shaking.

through hazy, blurry eyes, you looked up at her. she kissed you slowly, sliding her tongue over your bottom lip and then biting it hard.

she picked you up, slinging you over her shoulder and walking to the bedroom.

note: tried a new format, tried no caps. tell me if it's more aesthetically pleasing. this fic is all I want to be for someone. let me be a butch or masc's pretty house wife. gonna get me a mrs degree.

[iwrite0]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Always have a place"

TW: mentions of physical/verbal abuse

I have issue, it's okay though writing make me feel better Abt them.

Masterlist

Yelling it was always a non-stop screaming match in your house, your quirk allows you to absorb sound and turn it into physical energy, unfortunately for your fathers quirk was much stronger than yours and fobadde you to use it outside of school. Your house was hell between your mom and dad fighting all the time and occasionally dragging you into it it felt like internal flames.

One night got particularly bad when your dad started yelling, you stepped in to remove your mom from the situation when he raised a fist to hit her as you jumped in the way. He proceeded to derect all anger at you now. Your mom ran taking the keys urging you to leave but you refused to give him even a second to potentially hurt her. She left leaving you a bleeding bruised mess as your dad walked out the door. You couldn't stand it anymore. Through the rumbing of thunder outside you patched yourself up grabbing a duffle bag with clothes. You didn't know where you'd go, but you knew you didn't want to be home when he got back.

Walking in through the rain phone in hand you dialed Katsuki's number.

"the hell? Why are you calling me it's 3am on a school night?" He said in the usual gruff tone the sleep still in his voice.

"Katsu, can i-" you were cut off by Katsuki's voice louder than before "Are you outside?! What the hell, is pouring get inside before you get sick." He said even though he sounded more aggressive you could tell he was genuinely worried.

"Katsuki please just listen to me, i- " you paused feeling a wave of hesitation "I need a place to stay tonight.. please" silence. You heard slight movement from his end. "The doors unlocked my parents are sleeping but I'll tell them while you get here. Hurry up I can't have a hypothermic partner." He said hanging up the phone.

You put the phone in your pocket walking the remaining distance to his home. You knocked on the door being greeted by Mrs. Bakugou.

She was like a second mom to you so the look on her face when she was you bruised eye and cut lip/face was beyond frightening. She helped you in placing your bag on the floor calling Katsuki to start a bath for you. "Go up and take a bath dearie, I'll leave some soup upstairs in Katsuki's room for you." She spoke in a rather soft voice.

You went up towards the bathroom seeing Katsuki still warming the water. "What the fuck. I'm gonna kill that bastard." He spoke pulling you into a hug. "Don't it's - it's my fault I got in the way it's just - he was going to hurt her and i- " your voice was braking with tears and finally giving out with a sob. You shoved your face into his chest

"It's okay dummy.. you're here and safe now. I'll take care of everything okay?" He said his voice softening. "Get in the bath I'll throw a towel in the dryer for you" he said placing a kiss on your lips.

You faced away from the door using Katsuki's soap to wash up. When katsuki returns he sees a bad bruise on your side as you wince in pain trying to wash your hair. "Give me the soap" he said his hand outwards. "Kats-" you said trying to cover yourself with your hands. "Nothing I haven't seen before, just lean back and let me do this for you." You felt your face get warm at his beginning remark but let him nonetheless. Afterwards he leaves to let you get changed.

When you entered the room there was a bowl of soup next to the bed and Katsuki was putting away laundry, you walked behind him wrapping your arms around him placing your weight onto him out of exhaustion.

"Hey, you okay now?" He asked shifting so you were in front of him. "Mhm just cold" you said and he placed his hand on your head "your probably gonna be sick. You should've called me I could've gone and got you dumbass" he says but there's no anger anywhere in his voice just worry. He picked you up bridal style placing you on the bed laying next to you. "Mom's okay with you sleeping in here but if you want the bed to yourself.. too bad." He says kissing you. You snuggling into him finally letting your guard down snuggling into him "I don't.. know how long I'll need a place-" you were cut off by a kiss from Katsuki "don't act like you don't have a place here. Besides, the hag likes you so she won't mind"

The rest of the night is cuddling and a little bit of crying, but Katsuki holds you the whole time until you both fall asleep.

[cod-dump]

Sickness

PriceGraves, NikPriceGraves

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Graves doesn't get sick easy. He has a very strong immune system. Yet when he does get sick...

"Remember hot summer days with a flat beer? Steaks on the grill, cicadas screaming. I miss those days... Will I ever see them again?"

"For fuck's sake, Phil, you're not dying."

Price has never met a man, a soldier, so dramatic while having the flu. You would believe he was dying, with a red nose while spread out in bed like he was trying not to smother. It was pathetic. Nik was whiny but at least he didn't try his damnedest to convince his partners he was dying.

"I could use affection," Graves whined, making a weak attempt at trying to grab Price.

"You could use medicine, soup, and sleep."

He stepped away and Graves fucking sobbed. Price had to remind himself he loved this man, no matter how annoying he could be. Price turned back around and leaned over, pressing a kiss to Graves' forehead. Damn he was burning up.

"You definitely need medicine."

Graves grunted as Price left to get some. He already had soup simmering on the stove, clean sheets in the dryer, a load with pajamas in the washer. He had to check on Graves at least every twenty minutes or he would start whining about being 'abandoned'. He was starting to compete with Nik on clinginess.

Price checked the soup, it smelled bland yet good. He didn't want to upset Graves' stomach after he noticed him dry heaving earlier that morning. The sheets were done drying and Price took them out and folded them. They would replace the current bed sheets after Graves takes a bath and changes his clothes.

"Joooohn," came the whine and Price sighed. He quickly shoved the wet pajamas in the dryer before returning to den of the dying man.

"I'm hungry," he didn't even cross the threshold when Graves cried.

"Soup is almost done. How about a bath first?"

It was like he had a toddler. Graves grumbled a 'no' and turned away from him. Price sighed, Nik was never this bad.

"Bath, then you can put clean clothes on, eat, and get in a nice clean bed."

Graves grumbled again, not making an effort to move. Price decided he was going to have to move him himself. He's been wanting manhandle him since he started the 'I'm dying' shit. Price left to run the bath, warm with soap, before he braces himself and returned to grab the man it was made for.

"Phillip," the sweet approach first, typically he hadn't need to go past it, "A bath will help make you feel better."

Graves seemed to melt with his tone, it might just work. So Price gently took his shoulders and coaxed him into sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed.

"Come on, love."

Graves was easy after that, he went to the bathroom without issue, only some hesitance to take his clothes off and get in the bath. Once he was settle Price gathered the sweaty night shirt and pants and threw them in the hamper.

"I never had such an issue of getting you out of your clothes."

Graves snorts, settled in the water and visibly relaxing. Price assumed it would be safe to leave him there while he finished the laundry and got the soup off the stove and into a bowl.

"I'll be right back, don't forget to clean your hair."

Price chose to not acknowledge the glare coming from Graves as he left the bedroom. Pajamas were clean and folded, he set a set aside to give to Graves to change into. A portion of soup ladled out for Graves, it would be cooled enough for him to eat by the time he was out of the bath.

Conveniently, he had a moment to breathe. No whining Graves, laundry done, no soup cooking. A true moment of silence. Then his phone rang. Price admits he groaned in frustration.

He grabbed his phone from the table and answered without looking, "Price speaking."

"My love!"

Price couldn't help the smile twitch onto his lips, "Yes, Nikolai?"

"You don't sound very happy to hear from me," god he could practically hear the pout.

"Sorry, dear, but I've been a bit preoccupied with a very needy Phil."

Nik laughs gleefully. Graves had gotten sick only once before since he got with them, Nik had the pleasure of caring for him while Price was on duty. Price mocked him when he told him about Graves' over the top dramatics while stuck with a cold. Now he was realizing his husband was, in fact, not exaggerating.

"Give him kisses for me. I'm still in Moscow. Not sure when I'll be home."

"You can give him your own kisses, he's been living off mine just fine."

Nik laughs, Price smiling at the sound. He saw Graves walk out of the hall, naked, in a half-asleep state. Price tried to suppress his sigh.

"Love, pants."

"WHAT!?"

Graves was dazed, looking at Price with a pitiful look, "Where's the PJ's?"

Price motions to the set he left aside for him before returning to his call with his husband.

"I have to go, have to make sure this gremlin eats."

"Fuck you," Graves muttered half-heartedly as he weakly grabbed the pajamas next to Price, dressing himself slowly.

"Fine fine, I will leave you be."

Price snickers, "Phil, Nik's on the phone."

Graves waddles over and leans against Price, reaching for the phone. Price let him take it, holding him by the waist. Graves practically melted against him as he mumbled into the phone.

"You should be here."

Price could faintly hear Nik reply sweetly, "I will be soon! I will come with plenty of kisses!"

"Promise?"

"Of course, любимый."

Graves hums, satisfied. He gives the phone back without another word and slips out of Price's hold, heading straight to the kitchen.

"I think he's done for now. Love you, travel safe."

"I'm flying, I'll be fine."

Price laughs before the call ended. He watches Graves take the bowl set aside for him and slumps over it, face stuck in the bowl, spoon laying forgotten by the bowl. Price groans, he's drinking it like a dog.

"Phillip-"

This was going to be a long week if he doesn't get better immediately tomorrow.

[chuhees]

WASHING MACHINE ★ SJY

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𝘀𝗮𝘃: i’m back woah.. i didn’t think i’d be but.. there’s gonna be a lot of changes coming with this blog. so be patient with me :)

you weren't sure what was worse-the fact that you had two exams next week and barely understood the material, or the homesick in your body that was worsening as the days went on. either way, college was harder than you thought. it didn't help that it was now 10pm on a monday night, and you were up doing laundry.

the laundry room was quite lively for it only being 10pm. the machines hummed softly, the scent of dryer sheets and detergent filled your nostrils. you sighed against the counter, waiting for your clothes to finish in the washer.

that's when you heard a whisper, nothing too faint, but nothing too loud.

"first year?" the voice asks.

you turn your head slightly, making contact with a boy. the boy's hair was covering his eyes, a basket of laundry in his hands. he had looked like he just rolled out of bed, a hoodie covering the messy bed hair beneath.

"is it that obvious?" you asked, turning back to the machine.

"kinda. you look like you're questioning life right now."

you huffed out a small laugh. "that's because i am."

"rough week?" the voice asked.

"you have no idea.'

"try me"

so you did. you ranted to this random stranger about how much you missed home. you told him about all your exams, and not understanding the material. you expressed sadness, the boy could tell. all he did was listen, he nodded along, and gave you the reassurance you needed.

"i felt the same way my first year." he admitted, hoping it would make you feel any better. "it gets better, i promise. take it one step at a time. maybe you just need a solid routine, and a friend."

you smiled. "a friend."

the boy grinned, his hand reaching out. "i'm jake by the way. since we both have chaotic schedules, let's make this a regular thing."

"yeah.. a regular thing." you shook his hand, feeling weights remove from your shoulder.

[alyssawritcs]

WINDOW   WATCHING   (   a   trevante  rhodes   fanfic   )   . one  -  shot  .

love   interest   :   trevante  rhodes  (  specifically  2016  -  2019  tre  ) rating   :   m  as  shit  .  (  smut  ,  drinking  ,  smoking  ,  voyeurism  ,  masturbation  ,  public  sex  ,  plain  ol'  p in v sex  ) wc   :   6.7k author's   note   :   this  is  so  old  ngl  ,  i  wrote  this  like  five  years  ago  and  never  posted  it  so  my  apologies  if  anything  feels  off  time  -  wise  .  this  was  pre  -  pandemic  even  !  but  yeah  ,  harking  back  to  my  moonlight  /  tre  obsessed  phase  ugh  what  a  time  !

The hardest part about moving into the off campus housing for Ashley was the fact that she had to pay for laundry. 

Back in DuBois Hall, where she'd lived for the past two years, there was free laundry. It was one of the few perks she liked, other than her friends always being within arm’s reach. Now, she lived in a small studio apartment just ten minutes away from D-Hall and she had to be scrounging up quarters for her to be able to wash her damn clothes. 

Therefore, she was happy most of her friends had remained in the dorms and were more than happy to let her swipe their student IDs so she could get into the laundry room on her old floor and take care of business. Every Thursday, she'd roll her little wheel-y hamper over to the U-shaped building, enter on the left side, and ride the elevator to the ninth floor where she would spend three hours with her friends while she waited for her shit to wash and then dry. 

This Sunday was no different, other than that it was a little later in the evening than usual. It was only nine o'clock when she'd thrown her clothes into the dryer and was walking back toward her friends Imani & Serena’s room. Suddenly, a group of giggling girls ran in before her. When Ashley turned the corner, there were about ten girls in the room, all gathered around the large window on the other side of the room. 

“What are y'all doing?” Ashley pushed through the crowd, standing next to Imani who had a pair of binoculars, of all things. 

“You know Nikki?” Imani asked. 

“Ugh, of course I know Nikki.” Nikki was a cheerleader. Nikki had a slim little body with an ass that turned heads. Nikki had fucked almost half of all the frats on campus. Ashley usually wasn't in the business of slutshaming but when you made it a point to brag about sleeping with other girls’ men in their faces like it was a prize, she was more than okay laughing at the jokes made about you. 

“Well, her room this year is across the courtyard, a couple floors down. We think it’s a single and her bed is right next to the window.” Imani held out the binoculars to Ashley, who had to smack away some girl’s hand so she could take it. “And it looks like she's got Tre in there right now.”

“Tre? Trevante Tre?” Ashley hurriedly looked through the binoculars and couldn't help the gasp she let out. 

Tre was the captain of the school’s football team, the quarterback, in a prominent frat, and by far, the finest nigga at Laurent U -- and it looked like he was tearing Nikki apart. 

She was on her knees with him behind her, face mushed into the mattress as he went to town on her. His dark body was muscly and glistening, sweat dripping down his body. The way his hips were pistoning into her, the way his hands gripped her hips, one of them rising up to smack her ass once, twice - it was far too much. His pearly white teeth bit down on his bottom lip before he slowed himself down, drawing himself almost completely out of her and then ramming himself back in. The gold chain around his neck glimmered in the light. The other girls made various noises of approval and Ashley hadn't realized it but she did too. 

“He's way too fuckin’ good at this. He just had practice like, two hours ago! How does he have the damn strength?” Serena stood on the other side of Ashley, fully leaning on the window glass. 

“He's a goddamn superhero, sis. He ain't letting up either, she’s barely hanging on.” Imani replied. 

She wasn't wrong. From what Ashley could see, Nikki was gripping the sheets like she was holding on for dear life and if she'd had any arch in her back before, it was gone now. She went to place her hand on his lower stomach but he caught her wrist and lifted her upper body so his chest was pressed to her back. He said something to her as he rolled his hips up, holding her in that position for a minute as she nodded. Then he let her fall forward, pulling out of her but only long enough for him to flip her onto her back and reinsert himself. He placed both her feet onto his shoulders as he turned them on her daybed so he was standing beside it, now facing the window. 

“Oop, he switched positions. Gimme my shit back!” Imani snatched the binoculars back from Ashley, who just sucked her teeth. 

“Y'all are so nasty. This is such an invasion of privacy.” She shook her head, the black curly tendrils from her simple high ponytail bouncing around on top of her slick hair. She crossed her arms over her chest, still not taking her eyes off the window. 

“Stop watching it then.” Serena pursed her lips. 

There was a beat. 

“I ain’t say all that now.” The other girls chuckled at that. For a couple minutes, they all stood at the window, heads slightly tilted, mouths a bit ajar, as they watched Tre drive himself into Nikki over and over again. There was almost complete silence in the room. Ashley pressed her thighs together slightly, the denim from her jeans rubbing against her cotton thong. It was entrancing. 

Tre seemed to finally finish (“he was going for at least thirty minutes” said Serena) and he pulled out of her, taking off the full condom and throwing it into a trashcan. He grabbed a couple of wet wipes from Nikki’s dresser and helped wipe her down (“what a true southern gentleman” said Imani). Nikki was seemingly in a state of bliss, just smiling up at the ceiling. Just as he was finishing sliding his grey sweatpants up over his boxer briefs, he looked up and out the window, directly at theirs. 

All of the girls shrieked and ducked, including Ashley who hid right underneath the windowsill next to a cackling Imani. Some of the girls ran out of the room. 

“This ain't funny, Mani! We look like perverts!” Ashley scolded her. 

“We are! But that nigga was putting on a whole show. A performance, if you will. Matter of fact ...” She grabbed a nearby notebook and Sharpie, quickly writing down 10/10 on it. She pressed it against the window while still laughing her ass off. 

“You are too damn much. I'm leaving!” Ashley couldn't help but laugh too, along with Serena, as she duck-walked out of the room, still afraid of Tre seeing her. “Goodnight, ya nasties!”

Quickly, Ashley walked over to the laundry room, gathered all her now dry clothes into the hamper, grabbed her keys out of Imani & Serena’s room, and rolled her hamper into the elevator. Once she got onto the main floor, she headed out onto the courtyard and checked her phone. It was nearing 9:45. 

Damn, he had been going for a while. She thought to herself as she walked towards the parking lot. 

She hadn't even noticed the figure sitting on the bench to her right until he spoke. 

“Enjoy the show?”

She nearly jumped out her slides at the sound of his voice, turning her head only to come face to face with the man himself, Tre. 

“I - I - I -” She stuttered and looked up at him, seemingly losing the ability to speak. He stepped towards her, the smell of sweat mixed with deodorant and some bomb ass cologne invading her senses. 

“Front row seat, huh?” He had the nerve to have a little smirk on his face as he said it. He looked down at her, eyes raking over her tank top and blue jeans, an otherwise normal outfit for the middle of September in the Louisiana heat. Yet, a shiver ran through her spine, despite the humidity in the air. She cursed her decision to go without a bra as she could feel her nipples hardening. He hadn't so much as looked her over and here Ashley was, nearly standing in a puddle. “Imagine my surprise when I finish with ol’ girl, I look up and the cute shorty from my econ class is staring dead at me. Had a nigga gassed.”

He licked his lips and circled around her, stopping behind her, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Next time, if you wanna be the star, come and find me. I got you, baby.”

His Louisiana accent shone through on that last part and it nearly had Ashley weak in the knees. He walked away, toward the parking lot, leaving a very turned on Ashley standing in that courtyard with her little hamper and a whole lot of dirty thoughts. 

Ashley’s tiny little studio apartment was starting to sound like a barbershop. 

It had been three days since The Perving™️ ( mani had named it that) and Ashley hadn't been able to stop thinking about Tre since. Between the memories of him naked and their little conversation afterwards, she had plenty of ideas that kept her little vibrator going. She'd already had to change out the batteries and it was during said change that she realized, maybe this shit was getting ridiculous. 

As the weekend came to an end and Ashley was forced to leave her dorm on Sunday night to return to the girls’ room, she recounted the story to both of her best friends. 

“Wait wait wait - he said this to you and you didn't IMMEDIATELY jump that nigga’s bones? Are you dumb?” Imani exclaimed, sitting up in her twin sized bed. Serena pushed Ashley’s head in disbelief. 

“Ow! No, I didn't! I was shocked, I just kinda stood there and didn't say nothing. I'm pretty sure I lost all ability to speak.” Ashley played with the fringes of her shorts to avoid looking at Imani, who was staring her down in complete disappointment. 

“You gotta fuck him. Do it for us, in our honor. We gotta know if Nikki was just over exaggerating or if that man truly is that talented.” Serena spoke up from her bed.

“Yeah, that'll happen. Keep dreaming y'all.” And that was the end of that, as far as Ashley was concerned. She had decided that she was just going to keep to herself, mind her business, and keep it pushing. Tre was a nonfactor in her life, just another part of her spank bank. He hadn't mattered before, he wasn't gonna matter now. 

Still, when Tuesday came around and the reminder that she had their shared econ class that afternoon at one dawned on her, Ashley may have decided to put a little extra effort into her appearance. She swore, to herself, that the Fenty body lava she was applying was so she could take cute pictures later. That the neon pink bodycon tank dress paired with the long white cardigan she fished out from the back of her closet were simply cute clothes and not because they accentuated her skin tone like nothing else. It also definitely wasn't because she'd spent the last six months in the gym doing squats so she knew she looked good as hell in the damn outfit. It wasn't none of that. The girl was simply going to econ, like she had already for weeks and like she would until the end of the semester. 

After properly doing her hair and applying minimal makeup, Ashley was slipping on her white slip on Vans and throwing her big ass snakeskin purse onto her shoulder. She drove the five minutes back to campus where she bought herself an iced tea from the cafe & quickly headed over to the class, taking her regular seat in the back left hand corner. 

She was fifteen minutes early but that was good. That meant she wouldn't have to run into him and could instead keep a watchful eye for the six foot two masterpiece as he walked in. She was sitting there, one AirPod in, sipping her tea when the sound of raucous laughter from the hallway seeped into the room and she knew he had arrived. He seemed to go everywhere with an entourage - a side effect of being that well known, Ash supposed. 

Turning to face forward so she wouldn't appear like she had been door watching, she quickly inserted the other AirPod and turned up the volume on her Megan the Stallion while flipping through her textbook. The act seemed to work for a minute or two before two thick ass arms caged her in from behind. She removed her headphones. 

“Excuse me, can I help you?” Ash turned her head to look up at him and immediately, the smell of his cologne invaded her senses. It was the same smell from the other night except now even stronger, though she couldn’t decide if it was better or worse when mixed with sweat. What a freak ass thought.

“I was wondering if you was gonna show up today - was tryna see if you got scared.” His voice was low in her ear and when she turned more, they were face to face, noses practically touching. 

“And what was I supposed to be scared of, exactly?” 

“I think I got an idea of what you might be scared of.” He answered with a smirk and then a lick of his lips. Jesus, be a fence. 

Still, Ashley played it cool, rolling her eyes. “I ain’t scared of you or what you got in ya pants, sir. Don't you have to find your seat?”

“Oh but I already got one?” At her raised eyebrow, his mouth broke out into a full on grin, white teeth and all. “If you wanna lift up, I can slide on under you and we can get this class crackin’.”

Ashley couldn’t help the laugh she let out and he chuckled with her. She turned back, waving her hand at him. “Boy, good-bye. Get to your seat Trevante.”

There was a beat then regrettably his arms lifted from around her and his smell already started to fade away. “Aight, I'll get to my seat.” With that, he slid from behind her chair and situated himself to the right of her. 

Ashley had picked this spot because while there were nearly fifty people in the class, it was a huge lecture hall and most everyone was seated in the middle or right sections. Up here in her corner, she was all alone, with no one behind her. The people in front of her were several rows down. It had been just her while Tre typically sat in the middle sections, front & center. They were far too alone up here. This was not good. 

Class had started and Tre hadn't moved and Ashley was sure she was gonna die. He had gotten very comfortable, leaning back in his chair, worksheets out and his textbook open in front of him as the professor droned on & on. It was boring as hell, as per usual, but Ashley was so hyper aware of Tre’s presence that she couldn't focus on anything else. She hadn't even looked at him since he sat down next to her. 

She could see him moving out the corner of her eye, leaning forward onto the desk with his left arm. He whispered low enough for only her to hear. 

“You look like somebody finna bust down them doors and hurt you, shawty. You needa calm down. Relax.” Slowly, Ash felt his big ass hand slide up her calf and over her knee, stopping right at the end of her thigh, millimeters away from where her dress ended. 

He was sitting up straighter now and she was holding her breath, unable to speak. To anyone else, they looked like two students patiently listening to their professor but one look at the way Ashley was gripping her pen and you could tell something was amiss. 

It was only when he slid his chair closer to hers and his fingers slipped under the material of her dress that she moved. Her hand clamped down his thick ass forearms, freezing his fingers where they were - right on her inner thigh. 

“What the fuck do you think you doing?” She gritted out, her teeth clenched together. 

He waited until she made direct eye contact with him and then whispered. “Making you relax.”

Her grip loosened out of shock and his fingers continued on their path, the heat coming from between her thighs seeming to call to him. She bit her lip in anticipation before jumping a little when his middle finger swiped gently over her pussy through the material covering it. 

“Is that lace? Hm, I bet that shit looks amazing on you. What color is it?” He whispered, letting his finger continue to stroke over her mound. “Hm? Can you even remember right now?”

“Green. It's green.” Ashley managed to breathe out. 

“I like green. Almost as much as I like pink on you.” Now, his index finger had joined his middle in the stroking and Ashley could feel the material of her panties getting wetter by the second, so she knew he could too. “You like this huh? You got these big innocent eyes and got everyone fooled into thinking you're some little angel but clearly, you a little freak like me. Look at you, wet already and I ain't even get to the good part.”

Ashley closed her eyes for a second, still lightly gripping his forearm before she reopened them to look him directly in his again. “So get to the good part.”

His jaw clenched and they continued their eye contact for a second before Ashley looked back at the professor. “Aight then, but you asked for this, remember that.”

First, his thumb rubbed her clit through the material, causing Ashley's thighs to clench together for a second before Tre pushed them apart again. She felt his two fingers from before push the lace to the side and make direct contact with her lips, running over the slick that now covered it. They were thick as hell so when he finally dipped his fingers in past the lips, it felt like she was already filled up to the max. 

Her mouth opened in a near perfect O and Tre kept his eyes on her lips as he slowly pumped in & out of her. She closed her mouth after a second but the grip on his arm tightened. That seemed to only encourage him forward, fingers picking up pace as his thumb now rubbed that little bundle of nerves that sat tight at the top. When he curled his fingers inside her, Ashley could feel her stomach coil. Her gaze was still on the professor, who was giving his closing remarks. 

“Oh, you finna cum huh? You gonna cum all over my fingers, right here in the middle of class?” Tre picked up the pace of his fingers, now driving into her at an almost brutally slow but deliberate pace, watching her bite down on her lip so hard he was sure she was going to draw blood. 

She nodded meekly and held back a whimper, nails digging into his arm while she clenched her thighs together as much as they could go with his hand between them. He watched her close her eyes and twitch once, twice, three times, her walls gripping his fingers in a vice. Now all he could imagine was her pussy doing that to his dick and he didn't think it was possible, but his shit got harder. 

Her nipples were hard, her legs were shaking slightly, her pupils dilated - if this was how she reacted to just his fingers, he couldn't wait to see her after a good three or four rounds with Junior. 

While she was still catching her breath and the class was starting to pack up their things, he slipped his finger out from in her, sliding her panties back into place. She quickly gathered her materials into her purse before they both stood up, chest to chest, hers still heaving slightly. He looked down at her with a smirk as he sucked his index finger into his mouth. 

“Just like a good cobbler.” He went to do the same to his middle finger but she grabbed his wrist before he could and sucked the finger herself, letting her tongue roll over the top of the finger before she let it go with a pop & a smirk. 

“See you Thursday.”

She wasn't going to see him on Thursday, Ashley remembered as she ate dinner while watching TV in her apartment. Tre was the quarterback and as the quarterback, he had to lead his team to a win against their rival, across the state that same week. The only way she was gonna see Tre that weekend was if she joined the rest of the school to watch the game live on Friday night. 

Which she did. 

Imani and Serena had dragged her down to the local bar where they were airing the game & had a five dollar deal for 15 wings. A two for one deal as far as Ashley was concerned. She opted to not tell the girls about what happened in class, instead wanting to keep it to herself for just a little bit longer. Not forever, just until she could figure out what the fuck she was even doing with this nigga. 

Come Saturday morning, all Ashley could think about was going out that night and getting drunk. Drunk her always managed to figure shit out for sober her anyway. 

There were three frats on campus but Rho Nu Tau always put on the best parties, even more so now that they had the three star players on the football team as official brothers. Ashley’s first real college party way back during her freshman year had been a Rho party and she remembers a tiny pledge named Tre running around being an errand boy as a part of his initiation. Clearly, he wasn't taking orders no more. 

Imani and Serena were standing beside Ashley in the backyard as they shared a blunt with two boys she recognized from the dorms, damn near freezing their asses off in their little FashionNova fits when there was a cheer from inside the house. Ash almost went to check out what was going on when the blunt was passed to her and she was heartily distracted. 

It took only a couple more minutes for her to get tired of shivering and walk back into the kitchen, eyes low & mink lashes fluttering. A vodka and pink lemonade was calling her name. After fixing herself the drink, she began to wade through the crowd before bumping shoulders with a familiar face.

“Ashley, you always bumping into me, damn!”

She looked up to see her bio lab partner, Alex, smiling down at her. He was cute, in a nerdy type of way, and totally not her type but he always made her laugh in class. She let her lips spread into a small grin before play shoving him back.

“I know you not talking, clown. What’re you even doing here, I thought you’d be locked in your room binge watching some new anime or something?”

“Oh, you got jokes? Nah, Rho’s game celebration parties always be the best ones, you know that.”

They stood talking to one another for a couple more seconds before You by Lola Brooke & Bryson Tiller started playing overhead. Ashley started bopping her head on beat and Alex raised his eyebrow at her, smiling all wide & shit. She rolled her eyes, finishing off her drink and pulling him further onto the makeshift dance floor where all the bodies were grinding against one another. She turned around, pressing her ass right up against his crotch and began moving her hips and her ass in accordance with the beat. Now, she wasn’t no expert but all those years of high school cheerleading and dancing in the mirror did have their payoffs.

Alex’s hands remained on her hips and as the song progressed, Ashley could feel eyes on her. She looked up at the top of the staircase where Tre was standing with two more of the team’s players, his eyes trained on her and Alex. His jaw was clenched tight from what she could see and the veins in his arms were bulging as he death gripped that railing. 

Now, Alex had always made it very clear that his type of woman was always more the Dua Lipa type than the Rihanna so Ashley knew he wasn’t interested in her like that but damn it if it didn’t amuse her a little to see Tre standing up there all jealous while she threw it back for another man. If anything, the sight of him reinvigorated her and suddenly, she was putting a lot more work into her dance with Alex. The song did come to an end, however, and JT Coming filtered through the speakers which meant that Imani would be in Ashley’s face within the second. 

Like clockwork, right on time for JT’s verse, Imani pushed through the crowd to get to Ashley as they screamed the lyrics in each other’s faces. Alex had disappeared at the beginning of the song but returned with a closed bottle of water for both himself and Ashley. Serena was not far behind and soon the four of them were dancing around one another with the music. It didn’t take long for Serena and Alex to start dancing together instead. As much fun as she was having, Ashley couldn’t help but let her thoughts drift off to Tre, who had vanished from his post at the top of the steps.

Role Model by Brent Faiyez was playing as Ashley looked around for a bathroom half an hour later, her high slowly wearing off and the two bottles of water plus her cups of alcohol finally getting to her. The bathroom downstairs had a line wrapped down the hallways but luckily for her, she knew that there were several upstairs. Unluckily, all the ones in the hallways were also sporting lines so that left her to seek out one of the en suites. Almost every one of the doors were locked except for the one at the far end of the hall. She’d never been this far into the house before but she need to pee so she said fuck it and pushed open the door. 

The bathroom was on the other side of the darkened room, lit up only by the moonlight filtering in through the windows. She rushed over, locked the door behind her, and took care of her business. As she was washing her hands, Ash looked over her hair and makeup, surprised to see both in pretty good condition considering she was sweating like a whore in church. She figured at the very least, she’d be dealing with excessive frizz or her eyelashes falling off but she was all set. Ain’t God good?

Stepping out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, she took in where she was. There was a little desk to her left and a bookshelf to her right. Looking at the shelves, she noticed trophies, ribbons, medals, certificates - all the clear signs of a winner. There was a picture of a beautiful woman holding a precious little black boy and then another of a family standing with a tall young man wearing a football helmet. Her eyes focused, however, on the number six on his jersey and then subsequently, the sign the woman was holding: “Congrats Trevante!” She gasped and stepped away from the shelf, accidentally falling backwards onto the queen sized bed just as the door opened and in came Trevante himself.

It was awkward for a moment, but he quickly let a smirk take over his features as he closed the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest to look down at her. From this angle, staring up at him, she was almost face to face with his crotch. She had to refrain from biting her lip. 

“Now, how’d you manage to find my room of all the rooms in the house?” He licked his lips, unmoving from the position and ever so slightly thrusting his hips forward. 

“Completely by accident, don’t get too excited.” She answered, sitting up and twisting her body to face his. “I was looking for the bathroom.”

“There are three public bathrooms in the house.”

“With lines damn near going out the door. I figured one of the big guys would have an en suite and I was right.”

“Oh so I’m a big guy now?”

Yes sir, you definitely are. “You know what I meant.”

“Well, why didn’t you ask that nigga you were dancing with if he had a bathroom at his place? It seemed like y’all were having a good time.” His smirk dropped and he crossed over to the desk, sitting on the spinning chair. Ashley's head tilted and she let out a small laugh.

“Is Trevante jealous? Oh my my!” He rolled his eyes as she got up from the bed, dancing over to him while singing “Tre’s jealous! He’s jealous! Very jealous!”

He stood back up and they were suddenly chest to chest, abruptly putting an end to her singing. His large fingers gripped her wrist tightly, and she looked up at his beautiful face. She was physically closer to him at this moment than ever before, even in the courtyard and in the classroom. 

“Why would I be jealous? That nigga can’t make you cum like I did, in a public place, with two fingers. He ain't the one you think about when you in bed late at night, right? That’s me, all in your dreams, in your head - that’s Tre right?”

For a second, she lost her breath but she could see that smirk creeping back onto his lips and a part of her snapped.

“What about you Tre? You been thinking about me?” She trailed her hand down his pants to the waistband of his jeans, letting her fingers play with the button for a second. “When you in this bed at night, playing with this big dick of yours -” her fingers wrapped around his growing bulge through the denim and she heard his breath hitch. “- are you thinking about this pussy? How tight it was? How wet it was? Thinking about how many rounds you’d last with me?”

He didn’t answer, instead wrapping one large hand around her throat and letting it slide around to the back of her neck, pulling her face to his in a fierce kiss that took her breath away. She let out a sigh, one hand still on his dick and the other on his neck. Their tongues fought for dominance for a minute before Tre bent down to pick her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and easing them both onto the bed. His lips made their way from her lips to her throat, her legs tightening around him as he hit her sweet spot at the part where her ears met her neck.

His hands were moving at a pace so slow, Ash almost screamed. He was ghosting over her tits, fingers almost brushing against her nipples but not quite yet. It wasn’t until he pulled the neckline of the shirt down to reveal her pretty blue bra did he finally pinch her nipples through the material. Her hips bucked up at that and she could feel him smirk against her throat before he sat up a little to help her pull off the shirt. He pulled the cups down and immediately dove in, pulling one of the hard buds into his mouth as she let out a groan of pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing, his finger expertly twisting the other one.

“You’re way too good at this.” She managed to get out and he chuckled, letting her go with a pop. 

“I’m good at a lot of things.” He bit his lips, kissing down her bare skin as he unbuttoned her jeans. “Wanna see what else I’m good at?”

If she wasn’t wet already, she was sure that the combo of how he was looking up at her along with those words would’ve flooded her panties anyways. He pulled her pants down and off, throwing them on to the floor before sliding a finger over the material covering her pussy. She held back a whimper, which proved to be even harder when he gently pushed it to the side and blew on her weeping slit. 

Her matching blue thong was the next thing to come off and he looked up at her with a smile, pushing her legs up so they were bent. “Hold onto the back of your knees for me, sweetheart, and don’t let go. If you let go, I’mma stop. We clear?”

She couldn’t formulate words at that moment so he would have to do with her following his instructions and nodding her head yes, letting out a little ‘mhm’ through bitten lips.

“That’s a good girl. You a good girl right?” She jumped as he lightly smacked her clit, almost letting go of her legs but not quite yet. “Answer me, Ashley.”

“Yes, I’m a good girl.” She managed to grit out.

“Good girls get rewarded, don’t they?” He didn’t wait for an answer, instead diving straight into to put his oh so talented mouth on her pussy. She was biting her lip again, holding back the moans trying to claw their way out. He paused for a moment, spreading her lips with his fingers as he did so. “Uh-uh. I wanna hear you. Let that shit out shawty.”

He went right back to it, thrusting his tongue in & out of her with a force. She could feel one of his thick fingers playing with her clit and she was sure she was letting out noises but honestly, the whole thing was starting to feel like an out of body experience. Her hands gripped the backs of her thighs even tighter as her back arched up. His tongue replaced his finger on her clit and then he inserted that finger into her pussy, followed by a second one. The two together were driving her insane and causing small sweat beads to formulate on her stomach and chest.

“Oh fuck, Tre, I’m gonna cum, oh fuck fuck fuck!” Her moans were breathy, her legs beginning to shake in her hands as she could feel the coil start in her stomach. He nodded his head as he sucked her clit into his mouth and picked up the pace of his fingers. When his fingers curled upwards into her, tapping the roof of her pussy, she dropped her legs on his shoulders and let out a small scream, cumming right into his mouth. He didn’t stop as she was cumming, lapping her up like some whipped cream. He finally pulled away a couple seconds after she finished, sliding back up her body to give a wet kiss on the lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Ash ran her fingers over his defined abs, popping open the button on his jeans and pushing the pants down with her feet. He was practically bursting out of his briefs at that point but she made quick work of those too. 

“Condom, condom - get a condom Tre.” She managed to squeak out in between kisses and he pulled away, looking at her for a moment. “What?”

It took him a second but he shook his head. “Nothing. I got you.” He pulled open the bedside drawer, pulling out a Magnum from an already open box. “I’mma finish this box with you, trust me.”

“It’d be my pleasure.” She smirked, biting her bottom lip as he tore open the wrapper with his teeth. “Here, let me.”

Tre closed his eyes as she stroked his member, using the precum at the tip to lubricate the nine inches of him she could. Her hand tightened a bit at the base before sliding back up to slip the condom over him. She was still stroking him as she led him toward her opening, spreading her legs wider for him.

Now, Ash had had sex with a total of two people in her life but neither of them had ever been as big as Tre. Just the tip of him was enough for her to let her mouth open into a perfect ‘O’. She wasn't even sure he could fit all of himself in there but Lord knows, he was gonna give it the good ol’ college try. She moaned as he pushed through, pleasure ripping through every part of her, and kept going until he was fully inside of her. 

“Please fuckin’ move, Tre.” She whimpered. 

“Gimme a fuckin’ minute, sweetheart. If I move right now, I ain't gonna give you that show you wanted.” His lips connected with hers and then his hips began to thrust into her, rolling. She sighed into the kiss and tried to meet him thrust for thrust. He pulled his head away to bury into her neck. “Fuck, you feel good girl. You been hidin’ this shit from me?”

She wanted to respond smartly but her brain wasn’t formulating cohesive thoughts at the moment. Instead, she dragged her nails down his glistening back and moaned out his name like a chant - “Tre, Tre, Tres, yesssss.”

“S’tight, oh my fucking -” His own thoughts were jumbled as he drove in to her, winding his hips, trying to prolong the moment. He knew that, with the way shit was going, he was gonna have to make her cum at least once more and fast or else he was gonna ruin his own reputation and leave her hanging.

“Right there, yes!” Ashley exclaimed as his thick finger came down to rub her clit again, which paired with the motions of his hips extremely well. Her hands had slid down to his side as he lifted himself up on his arms and she let her nails dig into his skin, creating little marks there he’d probably get whistles about in the locker room tomorrow. “You’re so good, Tre, yes, yes, yes!” 

Her last yes came out as a squeal as he picked up his pace, rubbing faster and thrusting without abandon. She could feel that coil in her stomach again, moaning over and over again. Tre felt her tighten around him and let her ride out her second orgasm of the night before his hips began to stutter. He groaned out his release, nearly collapsing on top of her.

“Gahdamn!” He exclaimed, which made her laugh. She whined a bit as he pulled out of her, taking the condom off and climbing out of the bed to walk into the bathroom. He returned moments later, prompting her to rush in after him to clean herself up. When she came back, he’d pulled back the covers and was laying beneath them. She looked at him for a minute with her head tilted. “What?”

“I don’t know, I was expecting for you to make a run for it like ...” Ashley trailed off but he caught her drift. 

“Like with Nikki? Well first of all, this is my room this time so not really any option.” He laughed when she scoffed and held up the blanket, patting the spot next to him. She hurried to get under the covers, still naked like he was. “I also kinda wanna keep you around ... to finish off the box, of course.”

“Of course.” She smirked, tucking into his side. 

“So?” He inquired. She raised her eyebrow. “Was it as good as it looked from across the courtyard?”

“Hmm ... I think I might need a couple more encores to truly decide.” She tapped her chin like she was deliberating and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I’ll show you an encore.” Ashley let out a small shriek that quickly turned into a moan as he rolled her on top of him and began to kiss down her neck, dragging his thick fingers down her body to get her ready all over again.

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can I get uhhh two time x reader fluff

when fine shyt lowk offputting but theyre cute so its okay

eyes only for you 🔄 two time x reader fluff 💝

"i could just stare at you forever," two time blurts out randomly while you two are sitting on the couch, innocently beaming when you turn to look at them with a worried look.

"..that's creepy, timey. plus, you already do!" it's true, you can feel their eyes on you whenever you do anything around the house. last week comes to mind, when you went to get the laundry.

"oh, shoot, i need to get the clothes from the dryer. i'll be right back!" you jumped up from your spot on the couch next to two time, and walked to the bathroom where your washer and dryer were located. crouching down, you opened the door to the dryer and began transferring the clothes to a hamper. when you finished, you lifted the hamper up and turned to leave when you saw someone.

staring at you. from behind the doorframe. one hand clasped on it as they peeped at you. eyes dark and smile wide.

your blood ran cold as you screamed, dropping the hamper of clothes and spilling it on the floor. thrown off-balance from the sheer fear you felt, you also fall on your behind. the peeping tom, who you then realized was just two time, emerged from behind the doorframe and rushed to your side, helping you up.

"shit- timey, what the hell!?" you stood up, brushing off your clothes. "sorryyy, hehe. i only wanted to check on you! can't i look after my partner??" despite your more-than-dismayed expression and language, two time continued to grin, as if they didn't almost kill you with a heart attack.

your eyes narrowed, "i said i'd be back quickly, i wasn't going to take that long! ...don't sneak around like that, or you won't be getting any kisses or anything for a week!!" their smile dropped completely, now replaced with a wide-eyed frown. it always unnerved you how quickly their mood could change. "..are you mad at me? pleasedon'tbemadpleasepleasepleasepleaseimsorrypleaseiwon'tdoitagaini'msorry-" they rambled for your forgiveness.

you felt hesitant now, any initial anger you had dissipating at their pleas. "..no. i'm not mad, just- you can make it up by picking up the clothes and helping me put them away." at that, two time brightened up again, clearly satisfied with successfully guilt tripping helping you find it in your heart to forgive them. immediately, they got to work assisting you in scooping the clothes back into the hamper.

a shiver travels down your spine and you shudder just from remembering the way they stared at you from the door.

two time tilts their head to the side, "it's not my fault! you're nice to look at! and you always have a funny reaction." they giggle playfully, watching a small blush creep on your face from the flattery.

"i swear you're actually possessed." you groan in unamusement and lay your head on their chest.

"...you smell really good too."

you hit two time with a pillow square in the face.

(a/n: chat do we fuck with slightly creepy two time i wanted to highlight how unstable and insane they are while keeping it lighthearted ALSO SORRY UTS RLLY SHORT didnt really know what to write so i js freeballed it based off of a fluff prompt and also this is like . the third request ive done today)

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V , I love your writing and I was hoping you could do a jayvikx reader , where they all wash eachtohers hair after getting caught in the rain ?

❤️❤️❤️

SHOWERED IN LOVE - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: the three of you had gone to the market to get a few things. More food was the main priority. But then you saw a homemade crafts table, full of knickknacks. Viktor and Jayce got intrigued by the scrap metal stand. Then it started to rain, and eventually thunder. You three had to bring your stuff back to the house stat; and you had to take a shower to warm up. Nobody is in the mood to get sick.

warnings: fluff, pre-established relationship, goofing off in the shower, kisses, getting bundled up and going to bed. Literally 100% fluff. Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. This is so cute, but not realistic LMAO when I shower I'm sheading hair and putting it on the wall, the waters hot, I'm scrubbing down my body with a loofa, I’m washing my face. Showers together seem so romantic but I think I'd actually hate having to share one irl

You three were only going to get groceries, the necessities. But… that plan went down the drain real quick.

You were entranced by a homemade knickknacks stand. Plates, bowls, jewelry, décor, really anything you can think of.

Your boys got distracted by the scrap metal stand a few feet away. Looking at all the sheets of metal possible. You smiled at them and felt a drop of water hit your cheekbone. Then another. And another.

Before you know it it’s pouring rain, and every so often a light rumble of thunder is heard. The three of you look to one another before walking as quickly as you can to the bus stop, to wait under some cover as you wait to go home. That’s a major upside, there’s a bus stop right outside your apartment complex.

The three of you stand there, shivering, wet, and cold. The forecast said it was supposed to be a nice day; guess not.

You almost sigh in relief when the bus arrives. The three of you scramble on and try to get as close as you can to one another, trying to preserve body heat.

You can’t wait to get home and take a nice warm shower.

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The three of you barge into your shared apartment and sigh. At least you got all your shopping done.

You quickly take the two bags you’re holding and put everything where it needs to go, Jayce doing the same thing with his bags.

Viktor shivers lightly and states, “I’m going to start the shower. Don’t take too long, or I’ll use up all the hot water before either of you get the chance!”

The two of you look at each other in mock hurt as Viktor walks to the bathroom, his cane thumping against the hardwood floor.

“Go. I’ve got one more thing to do.”

Jayce looks at you for a second before quietly following Viktor. You smile at the sight of your boys going to the bathroom before going to your shared bedroom, getting all of your pyjamas and throwing them in the dryer for twenty-five minutes.

Nice warm jammies after a nice warm shower.

You smile in pride to yourself, putting your hands on your hips before you join your two loves in the bathroom.

The room is already lightly steamed as Jayce and Viktor undress. You have to stop yourself from ogling them. They’re so undeniably handsome it hurts. You quickly take your clothes off and put them in the laundry hamper.

The three of you step inside your massive shower, ensuring no one slips. Each of you go under the stream of water one at a time and get warmed up. Viktor then sits on the showers bench and goes to wash his own hair, you take the shampoo bottle out of his hand with a small sound, “Can I?” Viktor smiles and nods his head.

You lather up the shampoo and get to work. Viktor’s hair is soft to the touch, thick, and has nice waves to it. He looks like a satisfied cat as you wash his hair, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’d be purring contently.

Then you feel your hair being washed. Oh Jayce, you massive sweetheart. He gives you the best head massage you’ve ever received, you may ask him to do this more often. Your eyes flutter at how nice it feels.

“You’re doing amazing Jayce. Keep it up.”

Viktor’s gone nonverbal at how good your hands feel in his hair, Jayce just laughs.

“Who’s gonna wash my hair?” He questions, his voice in a joking whine.

Viktor's eyes flutter open, “I will. I didn't realize how nice it felt to have someone else wash your hair.”

You stop your washing in shock and Viktor whines, displeased, “Wait. You've never had someone else wash your hair? What about when you go to the hair salon to get a hair cut?”

Viktor deadpans, “I cut my own hair.”

“Well… looks like we got a stylist Jayce. No need to waste money at a salon.”

Jayce laughs and Viktor smirks, “My payment methods are kisses and one of you washing my hair when I ask. Maybe a massage when my back and leg are acting up.”

You turn your head to look over your shoulder to Jayce, the two of you stare at one another for a minute before you both say simultaneously, “Deal.”

You take the shower head and hold it for Viktor to rinse his hair. He smiles and slowly stands up with the wall rail, moving a bit. You put the shower head back and rinse your own hair, then ordering Jayce to rinse again.

“Your hair is damp at best now, you want a nice lather? Wet your hair again.”

He does so without complaint.

Then Jayce sits on the bench, allowing himself to become shorter so that Viktor isn’t over extending anything. You stand behind Viktor to be a silent support, back to chest.

Viktor is very detailed with how he washes Jayce's hair, and Jayce looks like he's in heaven. You swear he's fallen asleep sometimes. After Jayce's hair is rinsed, you all wash your bodies. Getting each other's backs, making jokes, even play-fighting to get back under the warm stream of water.

A kiss is shared between you three. You and Jayce, Jayce and Viktor, you and Viktor. Eventually, you leave the shower, not wanting to wrack up a massive water bill.

You dry yourself off best you can, put a robe on and go get your toasty pyjamas. Your two boys whine at you when you leave them, but beam when they seen what your idea was.

“You're so smart. I love you.” Viktor states as he kisses your cheek, throughly dried as he puts his pyjamas on. Jayce just sighs in content and shoves his face into the warm PJs, “What would I do without you?”

You just shrug, changing into your own pyjamas. The three of you then head to your bedroom, your massive bed beckoning you to lay down. Go to sleep.

The three of you cuddle up, and you're smack dab in the middle. The three of you are so toasty and comfy you fall asleep in no time.

Maybe you all should shower more often together. This was nice.

🥺🥺 so fluffy!! I love getting my hair washed by someone else, its the best part to getting your hair cut (even though the bowl makes me feel like I'm getting decapitated, I ignore it. The hands in my hair make up for it) now I want someone to wash my hair ☹️

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Not sure if you’re still taking smutty fic prompts but if you are: fully clothed Dean and buck naked Sammy 🤤🤤 I can’t get out of my head Dean being in a suit for whatever reason but any outfit works tbh

Thank you so much for the request, I love hearing from you guys!

There's no season specified so imagine whatever you will :)

(not edited but what did y'all expect...)

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Sam had to admit that there were tasks that his brother was better than him and even if Sam was perfectly capable at doing them it was just more efficient to have Dean do it. 

 For instance: getting information through some more salacious than professional means. 

Dean currently was out on such a mission, getting more information from the flirty but tight-lipped medical examiner. Sam could have probably gotten her to agree to a drink too but Dean was better practiced at it.

Sam instead stayed behind, taking care of some chores they had slacked on with this case, like organising their supplies and utilizing the motel’s washer and dryer. It had taken a few hours and Sam guessed that Dean would still take quite a while before he was done with his mission. 

To keep his mind of what exactly Dean was currently doing - and yes Sam knew that they weren’t technically exclusive but it still kind of chafed when Dean went out for a fuck - Sam decided to take a long, hot shower.

Sam had groaned deeply when he had gotten under the hot stream for the first time, the warm water soothing the knots in his back and neck. With no Dean to wait on him in the other room to get out of the bathroom he could take his time, let some conditioner soak in and take care of himself like he hadn’t in a while. He thought about jerking off but going through his mental catalogue didn’t really do it for him at that moment so he decided against it and just enjoyed the warm water some more. 

When Sam came out of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips, the motel room was still empty just like he had predicted. He shook his head slightly and opened his duffel bag, looking for a clean shirt to sleep in and a pair of comfortable boxers. 

Sam had just pulled the clothing out of his duffel when the door behind him opened and a cold gust of wind entered along with his brother. He turned towards Dean, heart beating quicker for a moment before his brain realized it was Dean and not an intruder. 

“Damn, Sammy, what a view to come home to,” Dean said with a leering smile after Sam hadn’t said anything for a moment. 

“Shut up,” Sam grumbled, turning back towards his bed and the clothes he had left there. 

“Don’t be like that,” Dean scoffed lightly, footsteps coming closer to Sam. 

Arms wrapped around Sam’s naked chest, pulling him back into his older brother. Sam’s warm, damp skin pebbled up with goosebumps as the cold of Dean’s suit jacket touched him. 

“Hey,” Sam protested, trying to pry Dean’s arms off of him. 

Dean only chuckled but didn’t let go, hands roaming over Sam’s naked chest. 

“Did you get what we need?” Sam asked, hoping to get Dean off of him if he brought up their case and why Dean was gone all evening. 

“Yeah, got what we need but we can talk about that over breakfast,” Dean murmured into Sam’s neck, nosing up into his damp hair.

Sam tensed up at the motion, not having expected Dean to nestle up that close after he just came back from an evening out with a woman. “What are you-”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Dean asked with a leer in his voice, his hands going from Sam’s chest to his waist, easily opening his towel up. 

“Dean!” 

His brother kissed the side of his neck, pushing the towel down to the floor. “C’mon, Sammy.”

“I thought you and the M.E.- ,” Sam mumbled out. 

Dean chuckled behind him again. “Nah, Sammy. Sure, she was hot but not what I was after today.”

“Really?” Sam asked, a little breathlessly as Dean gripped his cock that was slowly chubbing up. 

“Yeah, and coming back to this is just what I was hoping for,” Dean agreed, pressing his own hips against Sam’s naked ass. His brother’s bulge was easy to feel through the thin fabric of Dean’s suit pants. 

Sam pushed back against Dean, his blood heating up and replacing the goosebumps and chill he had been feeling just moments ago. 

“You gonna be a good boy, Sammy?” Dean asked, kissing up Sam’s neck.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, his voice was tight with the way Dean was jerking him off now. 

Dean let go of his dick, grabbing Sam’s hips and turning him around. “Get on the bed for me then, on your back, Sammy. 

Sam obeyed, pushing his sleep clothes out of the way and laying on his back, scooting up so his head hit the pillows. His dick was dripping and hard and Sam was already feeling a little desperate because he hadn’t gotten off in a few days. 

“You know what to do next,” Dean chided gently while looking at him expectantly. 

There was a complaining and embarrassing whine but Sam still did as he was expected. He wiggled down a little, grabbing his thighs and exposing everything to Dean. 

“Fuck, Sammy, look so good,” Dean mumbled, standing at the edge of the bed between Sam’s thighs. 

Sam felt exposed, flushed from the tips of his ears to his chest as Dean crept closer, still fully dressed in his Fed suit while Sam was completely naked. 

The mattress dipped when Dean knelt on the end, pushing Sam’s legs apart further, his hands running up and down Sam’s thighs. 

“Dean,” Sam said, his voice sounding whiny. 

Dean raised an eyebrow, chastising his brother without having to say anything. 

“Please, Dean.”

“That’s better, Sammy,” Dean replied, finally letting his hands roam further down, his fingertips grazing over Sam’s balls before he stroked a finger over his exposed hole. “Did you shave for me?” 

Sam nodded, “Yes, please, Dean, c’mon.”

Dean’s fingers were soft yet insistent, rubbing over Sam’s hole and rolling Sam’s balls in his hand a few times, making his neglected cock twitch and jerk on his stomach. 

“Sammy,” Dean reprimanded again at the demand in Sam’s voice. 

“Please.”

And Sam was willing to play just as dirty as Dean, pulling out his best puppy eyes, opening his legs even wider and giving Dean all the access.

Dean groaned at the sight, one hand leaving Sam and rubbing over his own bulge. “Fuck. Yeah, Sammy, okay,” Dean agreed, producing a bottle of lube from somewhere. 

Slick fingers pressed against his hole and Sam could feel his thighs start to quiver from holding the position for so long. Lube was spread around his hole before one finger pressed inside, loosening Sam up. 

Dean knows what he’s doing, has done it many times and he efficiently stretched Sam open for his dick. Two and three fingers, stretching Sam wide, fingers stroking along his insides, passing by his prostate again and again. 

“Please, Dean,” Sam moaned, ass wiggling to get Dean’s fingers deeper. 

Hands left Sam and Dean fumbled with his belt, struggling to get his pants open. His brother didn’t even try to undress, only opening his pants so far that he could pull his dick out, boxers snapped under his balls.

Dean didn’t waste any more time, scooting closer and stroking his dick once to spread the rest of the lube before he lined up with Sam’s hole. 

Slowly but surely he sank inside his little brother, hole stretching wide around his dick like it was meant to. 

There were twin groans as Dean finally bottomed out, his hips pressing against Sam’s ass. 

Sam had to let go of his thighs then, the strain getting too much and he wrapped them around Dean’s waist instead. Smooth shaven legs rubbing against the cotton of Dean’s shirt, his suit jacket falling over his legs as he pulled Dean closer. 

“So good, Sammy,” Dean moaned, head dipping down as he kissed up Sam’s neck, nipping at his earlobe. 

There was barely any purchase on Dean’s back but Sam managed to grip the suit jacket, pulling on it as Dean thrust into him with purpose. Dean responded by pushing one hand into Sam’s hair, gripping it tight and exposing Sam’s neck with his grip. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight around me, Sammy,” Dean groaned, licking and biting at the newly exposed skin.

Sam couldn’t help but whine and moan as Dean took him apart, his dick stretching Sam so good and hitting his prostate with a practiced rhythm. His own dick was laying hard, leaking and untouched on his belly but he knew that Dean wouldn’t let him get himself off when he was in a mood like this. 

Instead Sam pressed into Dean’s thrusts, moving with him and chasing his own orgasm in the only way he could. He pulled Dean in tighter and could feel the curl of pleasure tighten in his gut. 

“You getting close, Sammy?” Dean asked, his nose nudging Sam’s chin up and letting his big  brother kiss his Adam's apple. 

Sam groaned affirmatively, feeling his dick spurt more pre-cum up his abs. 

Dean chuckled and lightly nipped at Sam’s throat before his thrusts got quicker and rougher, pushing both of them towards the edge. The zipper of Dean’s pants bit into Sam’s skin a little but he ignored it as Dean was pushing in deeper and quicker, thighs working to get them both off. 

“Wanna feel you cum on my dick, c’mon, Sammy, show me.”

Sam couldn’t help but follow Dean’s demand, the stimulation on his prostate too much and Sam’s orgasm rolled over him. He squeezed down on Dean’s dick, making his brother groan out as Sam’s own cock spurted up his stomach and chest without a touch. 

Dean followed, moaning into Sam’s neck, as he pushed in deep, cumming deep inside his little brother. He filled Sam up, only pulling out after kissing Sam’s neck a few times. 

“Christ,” Dean muttered, looking between them, his dick slowly softening and his cum starting to trickle out of Sam’s pink and puffy hole. 

Sam blushed from embarrassment again as Dean pushed his cum back inside, trying to close his legs and turn to his side. Now that the heat of the moment began to disperse, the fact that Dean was still fully dressed, only his dick pulled out of his pants and Sam not just naked and exposed but also covered in his own and Dean’s cum was becoming more apparent again. 

“Dean,” Sam whined and tried to pull the duvet over himself to at least cover himself up a little. 

His brother laughed but let him, allowing Sam to roll to his side and pull the blanket over his midriff and thighs. 

“Damn, Sammy, you ruined my suit, there’s lube everywhere,” Dean complained, gesturing to the pants of his suit where obvious splotches stained the fabric. 

“Shut up,” Sam grumbled, reaching up and whipping the pillow at Dean.