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Home Cooked Meal

CHAPTER 4 | ASHES TO EMBERS

can be read as a stand alone :)

PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbour!Bucky x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut (finally) - dirty talk, pet names, oral f and m receiving, fingering, tit play, praise kink, hand kink?, ball play, hair pulling, unprotected PinV sex, aftercare, reader and bucky have dinner, swearing, fluff, let me know if i missed anything!

SUMMARY: You surprise Bucky with a home cooked meal after his shift, and it’s the best damn thing he’s had in years. The pasta was pretty good too.

WORD COUNT: 10550 (ngl i rechecked this three times cuz i didn’t think i wrote this much but turns out i did in fact write over 10k words im sorry lmao)

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Call me when you get home x

Your text still sits on Bucky’s lock screen, read but not opened, as he gets changed out of his work clothes.

It’s fair to say that the message intrigued him when he first read it half an hour ago, just before he left the firehouse. His legs sped up your building stairwell faster than normal, desperate to find out why you’re awaiting his call.

Knowing you would have said so if you were in immediate danger, Bucky sifts through the multitude of possibilities that await him on the other side of the ring tone; none of which ease the butterflies in his stomach.

He walks to his kitchen, phone in hand, to get a glass of orange juice. Pulling up your contact page, he presses ‘call’ and grabs the carton of juice from the fridge door.

You answer after just one ring, eager to hear his voice.

“Hey, Barnes!” God, Bucky loves your voice.

“Doll.” His voice is soft, tone rising at the end with curiosity. “You asked me to call, what’s up?”

The firefighter swoons at the adorable giggle you let out, the sound distant from the mic as though you’ve tried to hide it. “I was worried you didn’t see my text.” You admit.

Bucky pictures you biting your lip anxiously, an accurate prediction for your current state.

“What are you doing right now?”

Glancing down at the yet-to-be-filled glass in front of him, Bucky leans a hand against the kitchen island. “Just about to get a drink, what are-“

“Don’t!” You cut in. “Don’t get a drink, I need you to come over.”

“What, now? What’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong, James. Just come knock, okay? I’ll see you in a minute!”

And with that, the call cuts off with a dull beep; Bucky brings the phone down from his ear and stares at it in confusion. You’re being weird, never having hung up on him like that before.

Alpine meows from above the fridge, drawing her owner’s attention away from the phone, only to tilt her head at him.

Even Alps is confused.

Deciding to just do what you told, Bucky slips his phone into the pocket of his dark jeans, returns the orange juice to the fridge and sets off for the front door. He finds himself checking over his appearance in the entry way mirror, eyes scanning over his outfit before he smooths out his hair.

Although he won’t admit it, Bucky’s spent a lot more time in front of that mirror lately; checking his collar isn’t twisted, his hair isn’t too messy and there’s nothing stuck in his teeth. The need to look good, to look good for you, hasn’t gone unnoticed by his colleagues.

He considers using the spare key you gave him and letting himself into your apartment but shakes the thought away.

She asked you to knock, Bucky. Not break in.

With one final nod in the mirror, Bucky leaves his apartment, stepping into the hallway he’s spent so many mornings and nights in with you.

Old jazz music greets his ears when he approaches your door, the soft melody sneaking through the cracks of the door frame. Bucky smiles to himself at the thought of you dancing in your kitchen, heart warming when he notices your humming.

Knocking thrice, the firefighter steps back and nervously stuffs his hands into his pockets. You always make him nervous, those darn butterflies stirring in his stomach whenever he’s about to see you. And when he does see you. Actually, they’re there even when he imagines seeing you.

He takes a breath when he hears you shuffling up to the door, but nothing could prepare him for the sight when it swings open.

Rusty red fabric flows from your neckline to the middle of your thighs, small flowers dotted over the slightly orange colour. Two thin straps perched on your shoulders leave plenty of skin on show as your usual sun-pendant necklace sits between the v-neck of your dress. Which, by the way, perfectly presents the soft swell of your breasts.

It takes everything Bucky has to not drool at his breathtaking neighbour, but it takes even more to not dive on you and finally taste those pink lips.

Your skin is ablaze beneath his eyes and you revel in his reaction, the exact response you wanted when you pulled on the dress two hours ago.

“We’re matching.” You grin, taking a moment to enjoy Bucky’s red henley.

“It’s almost like we planned it.” A chuckle escapes him, eyes trailing up from your thighs to meet yours.

“Speaking of plans,” You reach out to pull Bucky closer, tugging his forearms until he pulls his hands out of his pockets, “I have a surprise for you.”

Is it letting me look at you in that dress all evening? Your neighbour thinks - hopes - as you lead him into your apartment.

Closing the door behind him, you take his hand in yours once more to guide him to your little kitchen/diner area. If you weren’t looking ahead, you’d see Bucky’s cheeks flushed pink at your touch. Seeing your hand encompassed with his own will never fail to drive him crazy.

When he eventually looks up from your joined hands, he’s stunned to a halt. You turn back to him when you feel him plant his feet and your features twist into a nervous expression.

“I- Doll, what is all this?” The firefighters eyes are wide at your ‘surprise’.

Your small dining table is set up for two; cream place mats lay beneath charcoal gray pasta dishes with wine glasses sitting at their corners. There’s even a little vase with pink and yellow tulips in between the two spaces.

“Well, remember that time when you told me you haven’t had a proper home cooked meal in years?” You watch Bucky closely as you speak, waiting for some sign of approval.

“You mean this morning?” He turns to you in wonder, thinking back to your conversation as he gave you a lift to the cafe. “I don’t know what to say, doll.”

You roll back on your heels, hands scrunching your dress at your sides. “Is it okay? I know it’s a little cheesy and it’s last minute but I thought it would be a nice surprise for you after working all day. I mean, it’s not exactly at your home but it’s pretty cl-“

Bucky takes two long strides towards you and brings his hands to cup your cheeks; your words die on your tongue when he looks down at you with tender eyes.

“It’s perfect, Y/n.” He smiles, stroking his thumb over your cheek bone. “You could feed me Alpine’s food and i’d still bow at your feet, sweets.”

Now you’re the one blushing. You heart skips when Bucky’s eyes drop to your lips with hunger in his gaze.

“Always so good to me, aren’t ya?” His words tempt a whimper from deep within you, a submissive whine held back by the last of your restraint.

“Well-“

The oven beeps, its sharp tone darting between your bodies and making you step back from Bucky’s hold.

“Uhh” Your mind is all over the place as the firefighter watches you with amusement, “I- I should, I mean- the pasta must be-“

“Go, doll.” Bucky shakes his head laughing quietly.

Your dress sways as you spin away to the stove, stirring various pots and tidying up the counters. Your neighbour watches you in awe, unashamedly enjoying the view; you just look so goddamn sexy in that cute little dress while you cook for him. He wishes he could come home to this every night.

“You need a hand with anything, doll?” Bucky’s voice sounds from behind you.

“Actually, yeah!” You glance over your shoulder. “Come here.”

If you keep bossing him about, Bucky’s gonna struggle not to tear that sweet little sundress right off you.

Settling in at your side, Bucky cocks his head. “What d’ya need?”

You scoop some of the creamy tomato sauce onto a spoon and bring it to Bucky’s lips. “Try this for me.”

With bated breath, you watch his full lips wrap around the end of the spoon, his eyes bearing into yours as he drags the sauce into his mouth.

Bucky has no business looking as dirty as he does in this moment; you watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows before his tongue juts out to catch a few missed drops. And just when you thought your panties would survive the sight, a moan ripples from his throat and you clench around nothing at the sound.

“Good?” You murmur, hoping he doesn’t notice when you cross your legs.

He notices.

“Delicious,” Bucky takes the spoon from your hand and stretches across you to place it back in the pan, his right hand brushing against the small of your back, “you did great, sweets.”

Fuck. Me.

You regather your composure and ask Bucky to get the wine from the fridge. He pours you both a glass, setting them back on the dining table gently before returning the bottle to its home.

“Hey, could you bring the bowls over, please?” You call over your shoulder.

You plate up the sauce coated pasta while Bucky places the dirty pans in the sink, both working around each other like a fine tuned machine.

Before you can do it yourself, Bucky is picking up the bowls and laying them on the place mats, winking at you as he does so. He pulls your chair out for you, nodding for you to join him.

“For you, Madame.” He jokes, allowing you to sit down while tucking you in.

You watch him round the table and take his own seat. “And they say chivalry is dead.”

Bucky grins at you. The orange glow of sunset shines through your windows, catching your features with grace. Your eyes shine beneath the light and Bucky can’t help but find you angelic.

“You’re beautiful, doll. I don’t know if I said that earlier but, god, you look stunning tonight.”

Dropping your head, you play with the hem of your dress shyly. Your hair falls into your face, forcing you to push it behind your ears, though Bucky wishes he was close enough to do it himself.

With rose tinted cheeks, you look up at Bucky through your lashes. “You say that to all your neighbours, Barnes?” You raise a brow with your teasing voice.

Bucky throws his head back and laughs heartily, a sound you’ve come to adore.

“Only the ones who cook for me.” He winks.

“Doesn’t Ms Scott bring you pies every couple weeks?”

“And I tell her she looks ravishing every time.”

You giggle and tell Bucky to dig in, though you could happily sit and talk all night. While you both stop every now and then for a forkful of food, conversation bounces between you as it always does.

Tonight isn’t much different to a typical evening with the firefighter next door; usually you share some snacks and beers, cozying up on the couch as you watch tv. It’s become ritual for you to send Bucky a video of you playing the piano each evening, his phone playing the video on loop as he sleeps. It’s strange, but the music creeps into his dreams and keeps them peaceful, keeps him away from that burning building.

It’s been a few weeks since the night he was sent home early. Both you and Bucky felt a shift that night; waking up in his arms left you craving more, though you’ve yet to tell him as much. You left him sleeping peacefully that morning when you left for work with only a couple hours of sleep under your belt.

Bucky hated waking up to find the other side of his bed empty, no longer feeling your heat. The note you left him eased the disappointment slightly, your neat handwriting promising to come back in your breaks. Neither of you have addressed how right it felt to sleep beside each other that night, despite spending all of your free time together with unspoken words hanging over you.

Instead, you dance around each other like two ghosts doomed to never touch. The bond between you is stronger than any you’ve ever had, the magnetic lure undeniable for you both.

Your glasses have been emptied and refilled twice now - dinner long since been finished - and you’re starting to feel the buzz; those butterflies in your stomach have turned into a swarm of confidence, your brain taking a backseat from its usual overthinking.

“You expect me to believe that you broke down the door before Sam could? The same guy who beat you at your physical a few weeks back?” You tease the brunette, a challenging brow raised at his rather unimpressed face.

“What are you trying to say there, doll?”

Bucky’s jaw clenches when you tilt your head slightly, eyes shining with amusement beneath the exposed hanging light bulbs.

“Nothing to worry your cute little head about.” You watch Bucky relax into his chair slightly as you reach for your glass with a smirk. “Just that I doubt Sam has any difficulty kicking a door down, not with the way he’s built.”

The scoff to end all scoffs ripples from your neighbours throat; his bright blue orbs glare into you and his features twist into a scowl. Oh if looks could kill…

Bucky’s tone is flat, “Didn’t know you were such an admirer of Wilson’s build, Y/n.”

The lack of a pet name sends your confidence wavering, but not enough to keep you from having a little fun.

“Well, you know,” You bring the glass to your lips, “he’s hardly difficult to miss.”

Watching the deep ruby liquid pass over your lips, Bucky fights to hide the fury that’s flooding his veins, forced to look away from your smug grin.

He knows, he knows, that you’re lying through your teeth, trying to get a rise out of his usually impenetrable facade, and yet he can’t help but feel jealous.

Bucky’s painfully aware that he has no right to feel so possessive, not when he lays no claim to you. But the twist of his stomach is proof that he doesn’t much care.

“Maybe I should just give you his number and you can cook him a meal next time.” Bucky grumbles.

“Oh, that’s alright, I already have his number.”

You’ve never seen Bucky’s head snap up as quickly as it just did, his gaze pinning you to your spot.

“You what?”

Gently, you place your glass back on the table. “Yeah, Steve gave him my number last week so he could get in touch.”

The fire in those blue eyes burns brighter with each word, his body so still that his chest is barely moving when he breathes. In fact, you’re not even sure if he is breathing. Hell, he’s not even sure if he’s breathing.

“Is that right?” Bucky’s gruff voice is laced with possessiveness, the low tone travelling straight to your panties till you swear you feel yourself throb. You wonder briefly if you have a jealousy kink and the sweet arousal dripping from your cunt only confirms your suspicions.

“Mhm.” You hum in response, “In fact, i’m going out for coffee with him next week.”

“Huh.”

Bucky’s chair screeches against the hardwood floor as he pushes himself back. You follow his movements with amused eyes when he stands up and grabs your plates before storming to the kitchen. You twist in your chair, watching him place the dishes in the sink and flick on the tap.

“James, what are you doing?” You ask.

“What does it look like i’m doing?” Oh he’s grumpy, grumpy.

Bucky’s shoulders are tense beneath his tight henley, his sleeves now rolled up as he starts scrubbing at the plates. It’s quiet while he concentrates on his work, only accompanied by the music still flowing from your speaker.

From the corner of his eye, the firefighter sees you rise from your chair, ears honed in on the sound of your feet pattering towards him.

It’s now hard for Bucky to focus on anything but your breath on his neck, goosebumps littered across his skin like a rash. You stand right behind him, tracing your fingers up from the small of his back; Bucky’s muscles tense momentarily before melting at your touch, just like always.

“Ask me why i’m seeing Sam next week.” You order, hands still roaming the taut fabric on Bucky’s back. The command makes him pause and clench his eyes shut. Why are you making him talk about this when it’s tearing him apart?

The brunette turns in your hold but you don’t release him, instead settling your hands on his waist.

“Why are you seeing him, doll?” Bucky sounds despondent, brows furrowed in confusion as he looks down at you.

“He asked me to teach his nephews to play the piano, Buck. I’m meeting him and the boys on Wednesday, Sarah too.”

A shocked ‘What’ tumbles from his lips as the information sinks in, his frown slowly falling away as he processes your words.

“Yeah…” You grin, though it’s more like a smirk, content with yourself proving he was jealous.

In a desperate attempt to save his ego, Bucky rolls his eyes playfully. “I knew you weren’t really attracted to that dumbass.”

You scoff and pat his chest lightly. “Sure you did, Barnes. Now scoot, you wash ‘em, i’ll dry ‘em.”

With his hands on his hips, he stays still as you nudge your way to his side, stretching to the window sill where your dish towels lay. Bucky’s never been in this position before, it’s always him who’s teasing you; this is new territory for him and it irks him that you riled him up so easily.

Once he shakes his head clear, the firefighter returns to face the sink and starts washing the dishes again. You wait patiently while he works, humming along to whichever song is playing.

“You like the old stuff, huh doll?” Bucky grins warmly at the slight sway of your hips, your radiance beaming like a lantern.

You giggle sheepishly and bite your lip, unknowingly sending Bucky spiralling. “I thought it was fitting for tonight, really leaning into the whole ‘housewife’ role.”

He raises a brow, “Does that make me your doting husband then, sweets?”

Realising what you said, your cheeks heat up instantly and your eyes widen. You attempt to backtrack but your words stumble over one another as though you’re a little school girl.

Bucky, however, is basking in the familiarity of control; your rosy cheeks never fail to bring a smile to his face, and boy is he beaming right now.

“I meant- It’s- You know what I meant, James.” You shoot daggers at him, though the idea of being married to your neighbour sends your heart into overdrive.

That swoon-worthy laugh greets your ears with haste, Bucky’s eyes crinkled at the corners as his chest reverberates with its force. It’s impossible to bite back the grin that’s fighting its way onto your lips.

Small tendrils of chestnut hair tumble from behind his ears, begging to be pushed back, but the buzz from the wine has dulled and you can’t find the confidence to do it, no matter how much Bucky’s eyes are pleading you to.

“You know, it’s sweet of you to teach the boys how to play.” He looks at you in adoration, the image of you spending time with Sam’s nephews triggering a warmth to spread in his chest.

A breathy laugh escapes you as your gaze falls to the kitchen counter. You blush at the compliment and slowly start drying the dishes again.

“Do you spend much time with them?” You ask with a brief glance his way.

Bucky shrugs, “Yeah, Sarah is always throwing barbecues for the squad. They’re good kids, and I bet they’ll love you!”

“Oh God, I hope so. I’ve never taught before and i’m scared they’ll hate me and i’ll destroy their dreams and-” You ramble away without noticing the frown tugging at your neighbours brows.

“Teach me.”

Huh?

“What?” You freeze.

“You said you’ve never taught before,” Bucky steps closer to you, his cologne swarming around you like a warm hug, “so practise on me. Teach me something.”

You almost laugh at his words, mind immediately jumping to the conclusion that he’s joking. But Bucky doesn’t move, his blue eyes study your own, body so still that you fail to conjure a laugh. He’s not joking.

Hesitation is written across your features, drawing a single shake of Bucky’s head. “Come on, sweets. Please? For me?” He pleads.

“Okay.”

It’s scary how quickly you succumb to Bucky’s wishes; you fear you’d do awful things if only he asked and you’d even do it with a smile. You’re so doomed.

With a triumphant grin, Bucky plucks the dish cloth and plate from your grasp and carefully places them on the sink’s edge, before taking your hand in his and guiding you to your piano.

Nerves prickling beneath your skin, you trail behind him and silently revel in his touch. It’s hard to not stare at his perfect body as you stumble around furniture, the sharp muscles of his shoulders rippling as he tugs you with him. Flicking off the speaker on the way, you fall onto the small piano stool beside Bucky, and with such little room, your left thigh is pressed up against his. The solid curve of his muscles prod into your flesh and yet despite the fluttering it causes in your stomach, you’re far more focused on his hands.

From the bulge of his toned biceps to the trail of prominent veins in his forearms, your eyes drag down Bucky’s arms till you pause at the sight of his large hands. They lay spread across the span of his thighs, his right pinky finger mere atoms away from your exposed skin where your dress has ridden up. You find yourself craving the sparks that alight with his touch, so you adjust your position to make sure your leg brushes against his hand.

It certainly hasn’t gone amiss to the firefighter that you’ve taken a liking to his hands. Sure, he’s caught you staring at them before, but the hunger in your gaze right now is greater than ever.

The corner of Bucky’s lip turns up into a smirk as he reaches for your hands once more, lifting them to rest on the ivory keys of your piano.

“Wanna hear you play me something before you give me a lesson.” He admits, his words more of a demand than a question.

When you fail to respond, still caught up in scanning the crevices of his calloused hands, Bucky nudges your shoulder.

You shake your head with a dazed frown, “Huh?”

A playful chuckle falls from his pink lips, “I said play me something, sweets, before you start teachin’ me.”

You giggle sheepishly, sighing an ‘Oh’ before you gather your thoughts. Bucky returns his hands to his lap - a movement you struggle to ignore - giving you free rein of the instrument.

Running through some songs you could teach him, you settle for one of your favourites, or more accurately, one of Bucky’s favourites. The cool surface of the keys is harsh beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the Bucky-induced-heat flushing through your veins, hands stretching into place as you prepare the opening chords.

Rhythmic tones swarm around the two of you as you begin playing, masterfully dancing across the keys like it’s a second language. Your graceful motions always bring Bucky to a halt as you entrap him in your art.

He recognises the song straight away, lips turning up at the sweet melody. You didn’t even have to ask to know what he wanted to hear, you just knew. Bucky’s head feels light at the sight before him. A knowing grin has settled on your soft lips, your body ever so lightly swaying to the music, clearly getting lost the sounds.

It’s impossible not to feel the adoring stare of your neighbour, no matter how hard you try to ignore it. Warmth is pooling in the depths of your heart where it feels like you’re bleeding out, your love for Bucky forcing out the blood till the only thing circulating through your veins is him. No longer able to cope with the feelings swarming within you, your fingers abruptly stop mid song before you turn to look up at the firefighter.

“Okay, your go.” You state, but when Bucky raises a bemused brow your way, you continue to instruct him. “Come on. You’re gonna do the left hand, I’ll do the right.”

“Yes Ma’am!” Bucky chimes with a mock salute, earning him a glare.

It takes a few tries to move his fingers into the correct positions, both because he’s apparently wholeheartedly incapable of doing what you say but also because you may or may not zone out every time the veins of his hands stick out as he moves. But it’s still entirely his fault though. Entirely. ‘Maybe like 98% his fault. That’s seems fair.’ You think.

“There you go!” You cheer when the firefighter successfully plays the right notes in tandem.

“Would you look at that, not so useless after all.” Bucky winks at you and you blush lightly.

Glancing at him hopefully, you ask him to play the first chord you taught him.

“Oh, umm-“ He stutters, fingers flailing about and pressing random keys in search of the right pattern.

“Here, let me…” You chuckle sweetly at how utterly lost he looks and move to help him.

Leaning forward, you drag Bucky’s fingers over the ridges of ivorite, slowly placing them on the correct keys. You feel his lust-filled eyes trained on your face while you work, though it’s getting harder and harder to focus under his stare.

A frown tugs at your brows when your mind goes blank as to where Bucky needs to put his left hand, his still-wandering gaze burning into you and spreading to your cunt faster than you care to admit.

Of course, Bucky notices your breath quickening, chest stumbling up and down with shaky pants. His proximity is intoxicating and the will to fight it is slowly slipping past you, fingers itching to trace up Bucky’s thick arms to his neck so you can finally pull his lips to yours.

Bucky reads every inch of your skin like he’s studying for an exam. From the clench of your jaw to your eyes fluttering shut, he knows that he’s winning this tussle for control.

“Bucky…” You breathe, the wavering sigh rolling from your tongue like a stray secret.

“Yes, doll?” Bucky smirks with glinting eyes and you bite back a whimper.

Opening your eyes, you keep them trained on where yours rest on his. “I can’t focus with you looking at me like that.”

Bucky knows exactly what you mean but he can’t help but toy with you. “Like what?” He cocks his head with faux innocence that fools no one.

You turn to look up at the firefighter, eyes meeting his half lidded ones, the blue of his eyes barely visible behind his lust-blown pupils but the blue you can see is so impossible dark that you wonder if they were ever light in the first place.

Taking a breath, you wet your lips so briefly that Bucky nearly misses it. Nearly. “Like you want to kiss me.” You say, barely above a whisper.

“Oh,” Bucky sighs, leaning in closer, “I want to do much more than that.”

Your body is alight with need. Craving his touch, a breach of the barrier between you, you practically whine your reply. “Then why are you just staring?”

“Well, I wanna remember you like this; sweet, angelic, so perfect in your little sundress.“

With the back of his hand, Bucky nudges the hem of your dress higher till his whole hand is spread against your thigh. You quash the aching desire to glance at where your bodies meet and lock your eyes on Bucky’s, whose lips are turned into a knowing smirk.

“Gotta savour it while I can.” He says as he pushes his palm further to your inner thigh, his pinky finger mere inches from your heat.

“Why?” You ask, heart racing.

It dawns on you that you may actually pass out when the firefighter leans in close to you, nose pushing your hair aside to expose the soft skin of your neck which now sits defenceless to his advances. The heat of his breath is electrifying, lips nearing your pulse point eagerly.

Bucky’s lips ghost over your skin as he explains, “Cause once I’ve had my way with you, you’re gonna be a hot fucking mess, sweets.”

A breathy moan tumbles from the depths of you chest at the crude insinuations of his words; your eyes flutter shut, an unintentional reaction that you’re grateful for as it hides the way your pupils roll to the back of your head.

Through the dark span of your eyelids, you picture exactly how Bucky will make you a hot fucking mess. Spread legs with his tongue delving through your folds, back arched as he pounds into your pussy with vigour, his hands guiding your hips back to meet his as he fucks you from behind. The images bear too much for you yet you can’t stop picturing the salacious scenes, not when your neighbour is pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.

“James…” You sigh, voice carrying the weight of a thousand pleas.

“Yeah? Is that what you want?”

Nodding your head desperately, you whine, unable to form any words beneath his sinful tongue.

“Words, doll.” Bucky says, lips hovering over your ear. He’s struggling to hold back but can’t let himself touch you the way he wants to until he hears you spell it out for him.

Turning your head slowly, you peer at Bucky with half-lidded eyes and a slack-jaw. “I want you, James. Please.”

That’s all it takes to disintegrate the final remnants of the firefighter’s self-control before his full lips meet your own with a hunger that’s been brewing for months.

Bucky’s lips glide across yours, slotting between your own so easily it’s got you believing this is not your first kiss. It’s soft and sweet but so goddamn sensual that you can’t help but moan into his mouth, the now open gap giving him the perfect chance to slide his tongue inside.

You bring your hands up Bucky’s body and rest them on his neck, fingers tentatively feeding through the hair at the nape of his neck while you jostle for control of the kiss.

Forced to pull back for breath, you take a peek only to find those strikingly blue eyes already on yours.

“Fuck, doll,” Bucky whispers, “you don’t know how long I’ve been waitin’ for this.”

“Probably not as long as I have.” You scoff.

“Then let me make up for lost time.”

“Wait, what do y-“

Within moments, Bucky is lifting your legs over the bench and is knelt between them, his large hands teasing the hem of your dress as he keeps your thighs spread apart.

Your mouth is agape with surprise while you grab onto the piano behind you for stability, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursing through your veins. And as if he can read your anxious thoughts, Bucky looks up at you with the most sincere expression across his soft features.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, despite the deep desire shining in his eyes. He wants you more than anything, but he needs to know you want him too.

It’s an easy answer and you’re shaking your head faster than you care to admit, but the memory of Bucky’s prior words flash through your mind and you still just as quick.

“No.”

Watching intently as he runs a hand from your ankle up to your knee, the firefighter rolls his bottom lip between his teeth when your breath hitches.

“Then promise me you’ll tell me if that changes?” Bucky asks.

You reach down and run your fingers through his chestnut locks, tucking the few loose strands behind his ear.

“I promise.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweets.”

A hearty laugh reverberates through you, but you’re quickly silenced by Bucky’s lips on your inner thigh, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. He kisses his way up to your heat, slowly pushing your dress higher and higher till the only thing between you and his mouth is the crimson lace panties covering your mound.

A sound you can only describe as a growl ripples through the room and you glance down at your neighbour to find him practically drooling at the sight of you. But then his eyes are on yours, his hungry, half-lidded eyes, and he’s tracing a finger over your clothed slit. Your breathing becomes laboured at his touch, your body, your mind, all of you at his mercy.

“Bucky, please…”

“Ah ah ah-“ The firefighter tuts, “-since when do you call me Bucky?”

You frown, back arching slightly in search of some friction on your core, too aroused to process his words properly.

“Look at me, Y/n.”

The stern nature of his tone lures your eyes to his once more. “What?” You ask, confused.

“I haven’t spent months goin’ crazy listening to you use my name only to have you call me Bucky when I’m finally between your legs.”

The throb of your pussy spurs you on and you tilt your head teasingly. “Touch me, James.” You say, and he obeys.

Bucky glides his hands up to your hips and drags your panties lower and lower, his lips chasing the lace till there’s no where left to kiss but your slick folds.

He hovers over your heat with bated breath before forcing himself to close his eyes and ask if you’re still okay with this.

“More than okay, James.” You answer truthfully.

“Good, cause I’m fucking starvin’.”

You feel his mouth on your pussy before you’ve even processed his words, tongue delving between your folds like he really is starving and you didn’t just feed him the best dinner he’s had in years. Though something tells him that title is about to be beaten the second you cum all over his face.

Your mouth curves into an ‘o’, the most pornographic of moans escaping you at the sinful sounds of Bucky’s mouth on your cunt. Drowning in increasingly intense waves of pleasure, your senses are dialled up to the max; with every flick of his tongue and suck on your clit, you find yourself falling deeper in your arousal. It becomes impossible to listen to anything Bucky’s telling you.

“Y’taste so sweet, doll.”

“Doing so good for me, aren’t ya? My good girl.”

“Let me hear you, doll, need to hear how good you feel.”

Whether it’s praises or orders, there’s no chance in hell of you understanding a word that falls from his lips, though Bucky doesn’t mind. The clench of your soft thighs around his head tells him all he needs to know - that even if your heads not fulling comprehending him, your body is. And the sheer amount of slick glistening across your cunt is enough for him to know that you’re ready for more.

The sensation of Bucky’s finger tracing along your pussy lips sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hips lifting off the stool.

“James- oh fuck-“

Words die on your tongue when Bucky eases a finger inside you. White hot pleasure builds at your core, burning the last remnants of your self control, its embers coaxing a near-scream out of you.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweets. That’s- shit you’re so tight, pussy’s squeezing me and it’s just one finger.”

You mewl and squirm beneath him.

“How you gonna handle two of ‘em, doll?”

Bucky’s mesmerised at the sight of his finger gliding in and out of you, drenched in your sweet juices, too beautiful of a sight for him to give up by eating you out. But when you groan at the suggestion of two fingers, he drags his gaze upwards and is greeted with a view that’s evening better.

You, draped against the piano, head tilted back and brows drawn together while uneven sighs tumble from your swollen lips. God, you look heavenly, Bucky thinks. He doesn’t realise he’s said it out loud, but it makes little difference seeing as you’re rather preoccupied with the thought of Bucky fucking another finger inside you.

“James?” You call, reaching down to cover your left hand around the one at your sex, the other tugging on his hair.

“Yeah? Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?” He panics, thinking you’ve grabbed his hand to stop him.

Instead, you look him in the eye and say “Are you gunna fuck another finger inside of me or what?”

An awe-inspired grin spreads across Bucky’s face at your question. He keeps his blue orbs on yours while he presses a kiss to your clit and pushes himself higher till he’s inches from your face.

He rests a hand against the piano, caging you in and says, “Anything for my girl.” before a second digit joins his first.

The stretch knocks the wind out of your chest but Bucky hardly gives you any time to adjust, his fingers pumping in and out of you even faster than before. His palm slaps against your bundle of nerves with every thrust, the force riding to your chest where your tits bounce in rhythm.

“So damn beautiful…” The firefighter says.

You look up at him through your lashes and pull his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue. With clashing teeth, the wet slapping sounds only feeds into the moment and Bucky’s suddenly very aware of the tightness in his jeans.

With each passing second, the cord in your stomach is getting so close to snapping that your mouth isn’t even moving against Bucky’s anymore.

“Fuck, James, I’m- I-“

“Shh, I know.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “You gonna cum all over my fingers, doll? Gonna let me see you fall apart?”

You nod feverishly.

“Good girl, now let go for me.”

That’s all it takes for the damn to break loose and the fiercest orgasm of your life to rack through your body. It reaches every part of you, all the cracks and crevices you never thought could be touched, yet here you are, feeling every inch of yourself set on fire.

“That’s it, doll, that’s it.” Bucky comforts you while you lay victim to the aftershocks of his work, slowing the thrust of his fingers till your breathing evens and he moves to gently circling your sensitive clit.

“Holy shit…” You sigh, a satisfied and totally fucked-out grin playing across your lips.

Noticing how your hazy your eyes still are, Bucky smiles to himself while pressing loving kisses on your forehead.

“You did real good for me, sweetheart.” He listens to you hum beneath him as he moves to kiss your temple. “Y’look so pretty when you cum, you know that? Even prettier than I imagined.”

You twist in your seat to face your neighbour. “You’ve imagined this too?”

“Every night, doll.”

“Huh…”

Though Bucky’s eyes remain fixed on yours, it’s obvious that his mind has slipped away; he’s now clouded by memories of his x-rated dreams, ones that have ended with him pumping his embarrassingly hard length into his fist one too many times, and his cock twitches in his ever-tightening pants. You notice the movement at his crotch and, emboldened by his confession and the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you decide to take back some control.

“What have you pictured doing to me, James?” Your tone is so sweet, so innocent, that it takes a moment for your words to register in his brain. But when it does, boy, does a fresh wave of blood rush to his cock.

“You sure you wanna know? Cuz it ain’t all sweet and innocent.” He warns.

You say nothing and let your actions do all the talking; you slide a hand down to meet his left, the one still nestled between your sticky thighs, and tug it away from your cunt. With your eyes locked on his, you raise Bucky’s cum coated fingers to your mouth, slowly wrapping your lips around them and sucking your sweetness away. Making sure to give the firefighter a show, you swirl your tongue around his fingers before taking them as deep as you can, a knowing look in your eyes when you notice Bucky clenching his jaw.

After releasing his fingers from your swollen red lips, you press a kiss to the palm of his hand. “Tell me.”

What you can only describe as a growl rises from the back of Bucky’s throat and before you know it, you’re being carried to your bedroom, legs bound tightly around his waist while your arms wrap loosely around his neck.

He sits down on the edge of the bed; hands resting on your hips and edging lower to your ass, his fingers grip the supple flesh to keep you in place.

His force on your hips is pushing you down on his ample bulge, sparking a flash of pleasure straight up your spine that escapes you with a moan. Bucky chuckles softly with a sinful grin as you tilt your head back at the feeling.

“You wanna know what I’ve imagined us doing, doll?” The firefighter grabs your chin to bring your attention back to him. He runs the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging on it and letting it bounce back into place.

“I’ve pictured us just like this.” He drops his hand to your neck, tracing the curve of your collar bone till it meets the strap of your sundress. “You, naked and beautiful as ever, riding my cock like I know you can.”

You gasp lightly when he tugs your strap till it’s tumbling off your shoulder.

“And you’re telling me just how full you are, how stretched your little pussy is around me, choking my cock like a damn vice.”

Bucky’s filthy words send your hips into motion without warning; you grind your bare cunt over his crotch, the tent in his pants settling between your slick folds till his shaft is enveloped with your warmth.

“Does that sound good, doll? To have my cock buried inside you when you bounce on it? Fuck, I bet your cunt is dripping for me again,”

“It never stopped, James.” You whimper, your sensitive clit sending jolts up your frame as Bucky guides your hips over his.

“That’s right, you’re never gonna use anything else to cum ever again. You got me now, doll. I’m all you need. Me, my cock, I’m gonna ruin everyone else for you.”

You don’t even notice that Bucky’s hands are on the zip at your back, slowly pulling it down till the fabric are your chest goes slack, and with the straps already draped over your shoulders, the flowing material cascades around you, tumbling to your hips and leaving you defenseless to Bucky’s insatiable blue eyes.

“Fuck me, sweets, you’re- god- you’re perfect.” He leans in and kisses your collarbone. “So,” kiss, “So,” kiss, “perfect.”

Your eyes flutter shut, lost in the feeling of his touch, and Bucky smirks when he sees you. He teases a hand up your soft skin till it sits just beneath your tit, daring to reach up and play with you in the ways he’s always dreamt of.

“Is this okay?” He asks, earning an even more passionate grind of your hips as you push your chest closer to his open mouth.

He chuckles, “Needy, aren’t ya, sweets?”

You whine.

“Hmm, lucky for you, this is exactly what I imagined doing to you, what I’ve dreamt of for months…”

His lips wrap around your hardened nipple with haste, the warmth of his mouth a welcome sensation. He sucks at the sensitive nub, this tongue reaching out to soothe you afterwards. You throw your head back and moan loudly.

The sound of bucky loudly licking and sucking on your tits is driving you crazy, to the point where your hips are stuttering over his, practically drowning in the feeling till you have no control over your movements.

“God, I love your tits. Wanna act out every dream I’ve ever had of you. Fucking your tits, your throat, your cunt, anywhere you’ll let me, doll, please. I’ve needed you for so long.”

You blush at the word love, surpressing the hope that is stirring at the possibility that your tits aren’t the only thing he loves. Has he really wanted this as long as me? You wonder, picturing everything he just revealed he’s been wanting.

“M’So fuckin’ hard for you sweetheart, I know you can feel me. Dick’s throbbing, doll, it’s s’hard it hurts.”

You pull at his hair so he’s looking up at you again and capture his lips in yours.

“I wanna see you, Bucky…”

He groans and reaches for the hem of his shirt which he waists no time in tearing off. Your chest rises and falls heavier than before, eyes raking his physique just like you had that night he was leaving the shower at his place.

You trail a finger down his abs till it brushes the button of his jeans teasingly.

“All of you, James.” You look pointedly at his crotch. “May I?” You ask and when he nods, you climb off his lap and sink between his legs on the floor, you dress tumbling to the ground immediately.

Bucky’s abs tense as you work to undo the button, your hands tiny in comparison to his body. Next, you work the zipper up and over the bulge of his cock, the teeth desperate to come apart after being so constricted for so long. The two sides of denim snap away from the tent of his boxers, perfectly presenting where the firefighter so badly needs your touch.

He helps you kick off his jeans till the only thing between you is his boxers. You trace a finger up and down his shaft through the cotton, enjoying the sticky patch of pre cum leaking through the top.

“Have you ever imagined me sucking your cock, James?” You ask with half lidded eyes before kissing his covered shaft. “Cause I have.”

Bucky whimpers - whimpers - at your words, his hips snapping up to your face uncontrollably.

You begin to drag down his boxers, trailing kisses down down down, your lips greeting his tip when his cock flicks up against them before your eyes even get chance to glance at him.

Your eyes flutter shut at the salty taste on your lips, revelling in the breathy moans from your neighbour.

“Fuck- pl-please honey, I need your- argh- mouth around me!”

You make eye contact with him from your place on the floor and ask if he’s sure.

“More than anything.”

And with that, you take his thick length into your mouth, lips sealing around his angry pink cock head briefly when your trace your tongue over his slit, before gliding lower down his cock.

You take as much of him as you can, but you need time to warm up having never taken a cock as large as his before.

“You’re so big, baby.” You say as you pull off his shaft with a pop, “Biggest I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

A frustrated groan arises from the firefighter and you feel his hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you to his dick once more.

“Suck my cock, doll, just like we’ve both imagined, nice and deep, please.”

You take the base of his cock in your hands and guide his tip back to your lips.

“Atta girl,” Bucky encourages as you take him deeper and deeper.

He feels you relaxing your throat to take more of him and his balls clench at the feeling.

“Argh fuck, fuck, fuck. Good girl, oh my god, yes!”

His praises and curses cheer you on and you manage as much of him as you can, only an inch or so remaining that’s simply too thick to fit in your mouth. Lord knows how he’ll fit in your pussy, but you’re sure he’ll figure it out.

You bob your head on his length over and over till you’re in desperate need of air. You let your hands work your spit and his precum up and down his hard cock while you catch your breath and watch his beautiful face contort into one of extreme pleasure.

Your chest fills with pride at Bucky’s facial expressions; making him feel good is somehow more rewarding than anything you’ve done in your life and you find yourself content at the thought of spending the rest of your days pleasing him.

Bucky is oblivious to the gratified smile toying your lips and wholly unprepared for your next movement.

“Oh god- oh fuck, doll-” He groans, his breathing staggered and eyes clenched shut when you take his balls in your mouth, the skin sloppily wet from your work on his cock, and now enjoying the warmth of your mouth.

“Oh honey, do that again, felt so go- argh!” He’s interrupted by you tending to his sack once more, your tongue swirling around them and lightly sucking.

You moan around his pretty, swollen balls, the vibrations drawing a sigh of pleasure from your neighbour. The trimmed hair at the base of Bucky’s member is tickling your nose while you fight to taste every part of him.

With a final sharp suck, you release his balls with a small plop, plant a wet kiss on each and flatten you tongue to lick a bold stripe up his length. The tip of your muscle presses into the vein on the underside of his dick and Bucky thrusts upward, his hips bucking as he desperately searches for more.

As you ready yourself to glide his cock down your throat once more, you feel Bucky’s hand on your cheek, pulling you off him.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You ask with a concerned frown, nervous that you’ve done something wrong to have Bucky stopping you. You wrap your hand around his forearm, the one outstretched to hold your hair, while the other remains enclosed around his cock.

“Nothin’ bad, sweets, it’s just that- fuck-“

You absentmindedly stroke your thumb over his girth, a motion you intend to be comforting but in reality, it just makes him throb even harder in your hands.

“-I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep using your pretty mouth like that.”

“And that’s a problem because…?”

He laughs lightly and tucks your hair behind your ear. “Cause as hot as you’d look swallowing my load, I’d much rather cum inside that sweet pussy for our first time.”

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth before pecking a doting kiss to his forearm and letting Bucky pull you to your feet. His eyes follow yours till he’s looking up at you from his seated position, his hands falling to your hips with an awestruck face.

“What the hell did I do to deserve you?” His voice is barely above a whisper. You blush crimson.

“Get on the bed, doll.” He orders. “Lay on your back.”

You do as he says and once you’ve settled, he crawls on top of you. It’s quiet for a moment as Bucky stares lovingly down at you, burning the image into his memory to remind him he has everything he needs.

“I should have found the guts to do this months ago…” You murmur, pushing the fallen tendrils of chestnut hair behind his ear. He looks so goddamn perfect; the golden glow filtering through your window catching every feature you’ve spent so long dreaming about, and now he’s here, really here, and you can’t help but stroke his cheek with revere.

“We have now, doll. That’s enough for me.” Bucky whispers. “Are you comfortable?”

You nod, truthfully, both in terms of your position but also for what’s coming. But then his elbows bend out and he’s lowering himself onto you.

“How about now?”

There’s a gleam in his eye and a playful smirk on his lips as he watches your chest heave, your body taking more of his weight now.

“No!” You giggle.

“No? Is this better?” Bucky teases, briefly laying his whole weight over you until you paw at his shoulders to push him off.

“James! You’re squishing me!”

The melody of your carefree laughter has Bucky melting and he pushes himself up onto his hands once more. His lip is tucked between his teeth, enjoying the view as he becomes increasingly aware of his cock now just one slip away from your pussy lips.

Quickly coming to your own awareness of Bucky’s rock hard length pressing into you, you sober up.

“Darling?” You tug on his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.

Bucky’s brows pinch closer slightly.

“I need you inside me.”

His soft lips are crashing against yours within moments, his hand fighting between the nonexistent space between your bare bodies to grasp his cock and guide his tip to your bundle of nerves.

The sudden taste of how good Bucky can make you feel forces a sharp breath from you. It’s so much yet not enough, all at the same time.

“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay? Let me take care of you how you deserve.”

After a meek nod with your hands finding refuge in Bucky’s soft locks, he trails his cock head down your pink folds till it catches on the dip of your entrance.

Bucky tempts a whimper from you as he slides inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate his larger than average member.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so tight for me.” The firefighter moans, resisting the urge to snap his hips and bottom out completely.

You’ve yet to make a sound, the sting in your pussy not yet dissipating, and when you glance down at where your bodies meet, you realise you’re barely taking half of him.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Bucky’s reassuring voice is ghosting over your ear, “you’re taking me so well, sweets. You need me to go slower?”

You clench your eyes shut briefly, “No, keep going, you’re just so…”

“So what?”

Bucky watches a deep red creep up your neck before returning his gaze to your eyes, that now dance across the room avoiding him.

A gentle grasp on your chin draws you to face the breathtaking man above you and you clench around his dick.

“What happened to the little minx who was practically beggin’ me to fuck her, huh? Don’t get all shy on me now, dollface. I’m so what?”

His words have you spilling yours without second thought. “You’re so fucking thick, James, cock’s splittin’ me in half.”

He groans and snaps his hips fully into yours, making you scream out, “Jamie!!!”

His scalp burns when you pull on his hair harder than before, your moans filling the room like a broken record. Bucky should be focused on the furrow of your brow, your laboured breaths, the way your cunt is choking him, anything about how perfect this feels, but all he can focus on is how with one thrust, you called him ‘Jamie’. And you didn’t just say it, you screamed it.

“Shit, honey, say it again.”

“Ja-Jamie…” You whine and feel Bucky draw his hips back before pounding into you once more.

“Again.” Your neighbour growls.

“Oh my god, fuck- I”

“Again.”

It takes everything you have to open your eyes and look at him. “Fuck me, Jamie.”

“That’s my girl.”

Bucky drives his length into you till his tip is hitting your cervix, the pleasure wrapping around your throat and squeezing the air out of you. You fight to breathe as Bucky drills into you, over and over, softly grunting with every thrust.

“Never felt anything as good as your cunt before, doll. Wanna spend the rest of my life buried inside you.”

You pull his lips to yours and, back arching from the mattress, dive your tongue into his mouth with vigour. He lets you explore his mouth while fucking you deep and fast, the headboard of your bed slamming against the wall and probably driving your neighbour crazy. Oh wait, he is your neighbour, and it is driving him crazy, but in the best way imaginable.

“So goddamn tight, sweets, y’pussy was made for me,” He swallows your whimpers happily, “don’t you think? You feel how good i’m filling you up, honey? Sliding in an’ out so easy, you’re so fucking wet for my dick.”

“Harder, Jamie.”

Goddamn.

“Keep calling me that and I’ll do whatever you want.”

You lose yourself in his thrusts; the sting has long turned into the most pleasure you’ve ever felt, and that’s saying something after the orgasm he lulled from you only a few minutes ago.

“Fuckin’ me s-so good, Jamie.”

“Ah- just like that, baby.”

“I’m getting close, James, need you to go faster.”

Your pleas send Bucky’s cock pulsing and he does exactly as you wish. He fucks you faster, fighting off the desperate urge to cum inside your sweet cunt.

“Jamie…” You sigh.

He grins up at you from his place at your tits, his tongue reaching out to tease your nipples. You push his head down till he takes your sensitive bud in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it while he gropes its twin.

The tight coil in your stomach is twisting to its limit and you find yourself dangerously close to cumming around Bucky’s hard, thick length.

“I’m so- oh fuck- i’m so close, James.”

He lifts his head and eyes you with lust blown pupils.

“Are you gonna cum for me, doll? God, I can feel you clenching around me, you wanna cream all over my cock? Huh?” He smirks at your pornographic moans. “Bet I’ll look so good covered in your cum, sweets, maybe I’ll let you clean me up, put that mouth to good use.”

“I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum,” You chant several times breathlessly.

“Let go for me, sweet girl, make a mess o’my cock. Cum, doll.”

Your body shudders as your hips grind up into Bucky’s, your walls tightening before he feels you gush around him. Practically screaming in pleasure, you bite down on Bucky’s shoulder to quiet yourself, though the pain travels straight to his member, still fucking into you with force.

“Fuck, James, you’re so perfect, never came so hard in my life- shit-“

He’s groaning into your ear, his balls slamming against you and filling the room with salacious wet slaps.

“You’re so wet and- fuck- I can’t- I can’t hold back much longer.”

You tug on the hair at the nape of his neck and lick up the side of his throat, tongue catching the salty beads of sweat in its path. Reaching his earlobe, you suck on it lightly and whisper into his ear.

“Want you to cum inside me, Jamie. Fill me up, please, I need your cum.”

“Argh, fuck!!” Your words send Bucky over the edge and his hips stutter while he finally lets go.

“Oh god, yes!” Bucky grunts. “Take my cum, doll, fuckin’ take it.”

Your tongue seeks his neck once more, pressing open mouthed kisses as his cock shoots streams of white seed into you, the spurts seemingly never ending.

“Fillin’ my cunt so much, Jamie- fuck- you feel so good!”

As his cock softens, his thrusts slow to a more bearable pace, both of you so sensitive from your orgasms. Catching your breath takes a minute or two, but in the meantime, you coax satisfied sighs from your firefighter by running your hands up and down his back; the light sheen of sweat greets your fingertips as you touch him tenderly.

With no words being shared, you focus solely on Bucky’s breathing, the rise and fall of his back beneath your hands and the weight of his body on yours. It should be uncomfortable, but you’ve never felt so at home in a place, let alone with a person, in your life.

“That was…” Bucky murmurs into your neck.

You finish his sentence, “Pretty damn good.” Laughter ripples through the muscles of his back.

“Yeah,” He agrees and pulls back slightly to look at you, “you feeling okay?”

“If by okay you mean ‘completely and utterly fucked out’ then yeah, I’m great.”

You grin cheekily before pushing his hair behind his ear yet again, an act you find yourself praying that you’ll get to do for the rest of your life.

“How are you feeling?” You ask sincerely.

Those blue orbs flick between your own, laced with an emotion you hope to be love. “Like I want to be with you like this forever.” Bucky admits. “That and completely and utterly fucked out.”

You laugh heartily, bringing a beaming smile to Bucky’s swollen red lips.

“Let me clean you up, doll.” He offers before pushing himself off you, much to your dismay. He disappears to your bathroom for a minute before returning with a damp cloth in hand.

“Can you spread your legs for me, sweets?”

He bites a chuckle at how quickly you obey him and gets to work, wiping away your shared cum from your pussy and goosebump-ridden thighs. The towel is warm and soft on your skin, lulling you to sleep, though you fight to keep your eyes on your neighbour.

“You’re so beautiful, James.” You say, reaching to place your hand on his that sits beside you hip, where he’s leaning his weight.

He smiles sheepishly and focuses on the job at hand. Once you’re clean, Bucky carries you to the bathroom so you can do your business, waiting patiently outside after putting his boxers back on and grabbing his henley for you to wear.

When you step out of the bathroom, Bucky’s holding his he let out in front of you. “You looked a bit cold so I thought you might want a shirt?”

You smile, “Your shirt?”

“Yeah…” He rubs the back of his neck, muscles flexing at the movement, “You don’t have to, I just thou-“

He stops talking when you pull the henley from his grasp and tug it over your head. It swallows you whole and the sleeves tumble past your hands, but Bucky thinks it’s perfect. You’re perfect.

Grabbing his hand, you pull him back to your room and back into bed, tugging the sheets over you both where you nestle into his chest.

“You’re staying, right?” You ask with the most puppy-dog eyes you can muster.

“Of course, doll.”

Smiling to yourself, you curl up against the firefighter. “Woulda cooked you a meal months ago if I knew that’s all it took for you to finally fuck me.”

a/n: filth. pure filth. so sorry that it took me a lifetime to post this - life got lifey and it took me ages to get this right. it’s my second time writing any sort of smut so i hope it was good for y’all. thanks for all the support, it means the world to me. love you guys, red ❤️

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yanfeiimain · 2 days

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Aventurine NSFW headcanons

c/w: NSFW ! gun play, riding, praise, degradation, genderneutral, nn: angel (reader); sweet thing (aventurine), choking, i think thats it ?

words: ~400

a/n: Aventurine nsfw headcanons bc what did 2.2 do to me! I am normal about him (I swear). No I'm not projecting onto him in the slightest.

Receiving praise / degradation "Aventurine, my sweet thing... Do you even hear yourself? Moaning and begging like a whore. It's truly pathetic. But you make me feel so good, so full. That's right, you fuck me so well, slut." Your words drive him crazy as you bounce on his twitching cock. He's so close, one more word and he would come inside you!

Kink: gunplay (we all saw the final victor light cone) Oh how much it turns him on when you sit on his lap, grinding against him and pressing the cold tip of the gun against his neck. Aventurine's breath hitches as you click the trigger once. You could swear his clothed cock twitched at that moment. Another click and he moans. The danger of this situation turns his desperate brain completely off.

Aventurine is a switch He loves being topped, but nothing is stopping him from topping you either. He likes being in control and making you submit to him as much as giving it to you, he trusts you fully after all! He is, however, a real brat sometimes, just to egg you on.

Kink: voice He just loves your voice- so much that you could make him come untouched by just talking him through it, praising or degrading him. And the way you say his name! So utterly sweet, yet condescending at the same time. It sends him reeling. That's why you two have phone sex almost every time Aventurine is away on a mission for the IPC.

Aventurine is vocal as fuck He's talking the entire time, shamelessly moaning and whimpering into your ear. "ah~ you're so tight around me, feels so good! mh, fuck! just like that!" And when he comes, he lets out a stream of incoherent words and sentences and little 'ah ah ah's. "ah so close ah, ah, ah, please! more I- ah more!"

Kink: choking There's just something about you wrapping your delicate hands around Aventurine's neck that feels so perfect. When you press your fingers against his blood flow, making his brain cloudy and let him forget the world around him for a minute.

Kink: begging Aventurine loves to beg and loves to hear you beg. "Please, angel, let me come! Please I'll be so good, I'll- I'll do anything, please, please, please!" And he would do absolutely anything to come. "Aventurine...! Let- Let me have your cock, please! Fill me up and let me feel you inside! please!" How could he resist your sweet pleas?

#honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine #hsr x you #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x you #x reader #headcanons #smut #aventurine x reader smut

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hayakawalove · 2 days

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Test of Love (Chapter Seven)

Chapter Seven

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Summary: You find someone you aren't expecting when walking with Suguru. Later, you and Satoru get sneaky.

A/N: Thank you for being so patient. I know it's taking awhile to get to the poly stuff, but I promise we're getting there. Just want it to feel natural as reader doesn't want to rush things. If I was her though I would be taking both at the same time within an hour of meeting them. This chapter made me a bit nervous, it feels a bit boring compared to other ones. I am pumped for the next chapter though, we're gonna get into some poly goodness. Comments always appreciated!

CW: Smut, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Praise, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Semi Public Sex, Bullying Sort Of, Mild Violence, Slightly Unnerving Feelings, Female Reader, AFAB Reader W/C: 7,146

For once, Suguru is up before Satoru. It’s pretty rare for that to happen. Normally, Satoru is up several hours before Suguru, and more often than not he’s out of the house before Suguru’s eyes even open. Suguru likes waking up first, it gives him the chance to cook for Satoru. He enjoys cooking for him as it ensures that Satoru is eating a proper meal. Satoru is a grown man, but you’d never be able to tell with his diet.

Suguru’s looking down at the stove when he hears Satoru pad into the room. His eyes are droopy with sleep and his mouth is open in a wide yawn.

“Hey sleepyhead.”

Suguru likes seeing Satoru like this. A slice of normalcy in an otherwise godly man.

Satoru grumbles back before sitting at the bar, watching as Suguru finishes cooking. Once he does, he makes a plate before sliding it to Satoru. Pancakes and eggs, Suguru would have preferred to make something more healthy but he knew Satoru would have complained.

Suguru leans against the counter with his mug in his hand. He takes his coffee black, letting the bitter taste slide down his throat. The flavor didn’t bother him, he was used to bitter things. It couldn’t be worse than the curses he swallowed on a regular basis.

Satoru is dousing his pancakes in syrup, eyes wide as he watches it cover the entirety of it. He takes several bites before reaching forward to grab the mug Suguru set out for him. It had coffee in it, the color slightly lighter than Suguru’s.

He adds a couple more sugar cubes in it, even though Suguru already added some, before stirring the drink. Suguru’s watching with his face pinched up as Satoru downs the drink.

“It’s not really coffee at that point.” Suguru mumbles.

“Tastes like coffee to me.”

“Does it?”

Satoru finishes his drink and stares at Suguru in defiance as he licks his top lip. Suguru chuckles and lifts his mug up to take another sip.

The apartment is quiet as Suguru stands next to Satoru while he finishes his breakfast. All Suguru wants to do is drag Satoru back to bed, but he knows he can’t.

As Suguru watches his boyfriend, he allows his mind to drift.

His mind drifts to you.

“I’m a bit shocked, Satoru.”

“Hm?”

“I didn’t know what to expect from someone you had a crush on.” Suguru folds his arms. “Not that I really expected her to be normal, you like her after all.”

“Feels like you’re dissing yourself, but go on.”

“She’s better than I expected. You picked good.”

Suguru sees a small grin appear on Satoru’s lips before he sits up, jumping off the chair to stand to his full height. The two are the same height, but Suguru still feels small in Satoru’s presence sometimes. He’s bulkier than Satoru, but his boyfriend's attitude has always been larger than life.

“Careful, I might think you’re complimenting me.” Satoru says.

“God forbid.” Suguru replies.

Suguru’s lips spread into a smile as does Satoru’s. The two stare at each other for a moment until Suguru reaches a hand up, fixing Satoru’s hair. He lets his thumb graze Satoru’s bottom lip, swiping away stray syrup. Satoru allows his cheek to nuzzle in Suguru’s palm, finding peace for a brief second before he’s faced with the reality of the day.

“I love you.” Suguru murmurs.

“I love you too.”

Satoru presses his lips against Suguru, and Suguru begins to think maybe he prefers sweetness over bitterness.

~~~

It’s Monday, the idea of a brand new week was making your shoulders sag. You had a great weekend, but now you were forced to go back to reality. How annoying. The day had gone by okay at least; in terms of craziness it was surprisingly mellow. The students didn’t have any missions, all they had to do was a couple of tests. You were grading them when you got a text message.

Suguru: hey

Suguru: have any plans for dinner?

You grin at your screen before picking your phone up.

You: no, I was just going to pick up something from town

Suguru: stop by our place instead, I can make a home cooked meal.

That sounded wonderful. Ever since you had met Suguru, you had been eating exponentially better. Before, you only ate boxed meals and that was only if you were lucky. You never had time to cook, your days were constantly filled with shit that needed to be done.

You breeze through the rest of grading in order to see him sooner. You’re practically jumping up and down by the time you slide from your classroom.

There was no reason to go home to change. You weren’t sure at what point in time you started to get more comfortable around the boys, but you no longer felt the need to dress up. You’ve already humiliated yourself in front of them enough to now feel at ease with them. Memories from your drunken mishap fill your mind and you try to shake them away.

Honestly, it was a miracle they still talked to you at all. You were mortified. But they didn’t seem too bothered.

Although Satoru has teased you about it multiple times so far, even though it happened only a couple days ago.

You’re standing in front of their front door when you see Suguru. He’s wearing a soft smile as he greets you, the smell of his cologne falling over you.

“Hey.” He says, leaning down as he holds your chin.

His lips press against yours, and your heart skips a beat. When he pulls away you have to avert your gaze in order to not pass out.

“You look beautiful.” He murmurs, gesturing you inside.

“You’re sweet. I'm just wearing my school uniform.”

“I think you could make anything beautiful.”

Ever the charmer.

You chuff and set your bags down, wandering to their kitchen. It was remarkably clean, but that didn’t surprise you. Every time you had been over it was almost impossible to find something out of place. It was hard to decide who was the cleanlier of the two.

Satoru was a neat person. Most people wouldn’t guess it due to his personality. You think it’s because of his childhood. A home that was sterile and clinical. It didn’t seem like a home at all. He had hired help growing up, so there was never a mess. You guess he probably got used to it.

Suguru just feels like he would hate mess. With his nearly maternal behaviors, it would surprise you if he was unorganized.

“That was smooth.” You respond, smiling as he follows you into the kitchen.

You can tell he’s been rummaging around, there were piles of food on the counter, none of which could make a comprehensive meal. Honestly, you would have been fine eating a bowl of ramen. Something tells you Suguru wouldn’t want something so boring, though.

“Good. I practiced, you know.” He replies with ease, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Suguru’s beginning to slide the food back into the cupboards, looking at you over his shoulder.

“We’re out of what we need for dinner tonight. I’m sorry. I was just going to go to the store to pick it up, then I can get started. You can stay here if you’d like.”

You watch his broad frame from behind. Tendons are lining his arms as he stretches across the counter. You never understood how people could look at art for hours, but you think you were starting to get it. Suguru was sculpted by the gods, you were sure of it. Hand picked features chosen down to the smallest detail. You could look at him for hours.

“No, I can go with you!” You rush out as you watch him.

You really didn’t want to be alone in their apartment.

His face lights up at your exclamation. How cute. It doesn’t take him long before he’s ready to head out. You follow shortly behind him as the two of you exit the apartment, making your way to the store. He grabs your hand the second he closes the front door. The protectiveness is heartwarming.

It feels entirely domestic how you go shopping together. Suguru’s large frame is leaned over a shopping cart as you roam the isles. He put you in charge of holding the shopping list, having you read out each ingredient the both of you needed. Suguru wanted to make Dutch oven chicken, which sounded way too fancy in your opinion, but the idea of it did make your mouth water.

“Is that everything?” He asks once the cart is full, peering over your shoulder.

The proximity leaves you breathless, and you have to clear your throat to avoid groaning.

“Yeah. I think so.” When you turn your head he looks much closer than you expected.

“Alright. What kind of treat do you want?”

“Treat?”

“Yeah. Everytime I go shopping I buy Satoru something sweet. He complains if I don’t. And it’s cute to see how excited he gets when I do bring something home. Do you want something sweet or salty?”

Your eyes look up in thought as you follow him to the junk food aisle. It was really starting to feel like you were ingrained in their relationship. You didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it just felt so right. Part of you was worried they would get tired of your presence, but you knew they wouldn’t keep you around if that was the case.

Suguru’s browsing the shelves of chocolate in front of him, chin propped between his fingers. He looks deep in thought as he decides which treat to get Satoru, and your eyes constantly flick over to him before looking back at the food in front of you.

You want to tell him how much you like him, but you can’t find the words. They’re lurking in the back of your throat, seconds from spilling over your lips.

“Are you ready?” Suguru asks, ripping you from your thoughts.

“Yeah!”

You decide to just get a packet of M&Ms, small and cheap, while Suguru picks out Reese’s for Satoru.

He allows you to carry one bag after much begging on your part, but he does most of the heavy lifting.

Suguru’s pace is slow as you walk beside him, making your way back to his apartment. He could be walking much faster with those ridiculously long legs of his, so you find it sweet that he’s lingering for you.

“I’m starving…” You whine, eyes drifting to the street food vendors lining the sidewalks.

The smell of some of them was causing your head to swirl.

“I’m sorry, I could buy you something small to tide you over until dinners ready.”

“Really? You aren’t scared it would spoil my appetite?”

“Yeah, I can't have you starving to death.” He begins. “Plus I can’t say no to spoiling you.”

Your eyes dart away as he grins.

“Which one do you want?” He stops in his tracks as you review your options.

You look around to find a vendor that has the shortest line. It's a bit difficult as there were crowds at each one, but there was one close that sold traditional Japanese food that didn’t look too crowded.

The two of you walk over and wait in line.

You release a sigh and rest your head against Suguru’s arm, beginning to let your mind glaze over.

“Is Satoru joining us tonight?” You ask, half expecting him to say no.

“Yeah, he’s just finishing some things up at the school first.”

An image of sharing a dinner with the two of them flashes in your brain and your stomach fills with excitement.

You let your eyes wander around, listening as Suguru talks. Admittedly, you were beginning to daze off at the sound of his voice. It was so comforting that your mind was turning off.

When you look in front of you to the right, you see something. There’s a man who looks strangely familiar behind a woman. His eyes are flicking up rapidly to watch her as he reaches a hand out.

Fire.

A small flame bursts from his hands, small enough that no one except you notices. He holds the fire to her left sleeve, causing her head to snap down at the heat. As she does so, he grabs the purse from her right hand while she’s distracted.

“Hey-“ you step forward.

The man jolts at your attention. You lock eyes for a split second before he’s turning around and running away.

“What? Suguru, I'll be right back!” Your feet carry you in the same direction of the man.

He’s fast. He reminds you a bit of a dog with the way he carefully weaves between crowds of people in an attempt to lose you. Adrenaline is rushing through your veins, your throat dry from the chase.

He turns down an alley and you have no choice but to follow him. The bag you’re holding slips from your hands as you speed towards him. It's dark and dingy as you skid down the alley. Exactly the kind of place where you’d run into unsavory people.

Where was he?

You turn around and something hits the side of your face. He punched you. Iron fills your mouth as you fly your arm out, making contact with his cheek. It’s been a while since you’ve gotten in a fist fight with someone. He’s bigger than you, so you’re forced to use your speed to your advantage.

You swear you know him, his name is on the tip of your tongue.

Your elbow darts out, hitting him in the chest. He coughs loudly and you use the short moment of pause to tackle him to the ground.

It’s hard to tell how many times you’ve hit him. Your arm winds back to punch him again before something stops you.

Pain.

Something is grabbing your hair, yanking you back. You shout in agony as you blindly reach behind, trying to figure out what got you.

There’s another man, his fist holding your hair in a tight grip. The guy beneath you scrambles to his feet as you thrash around.

Guess it’s time to use your technique. How annoying.

All of a sudden the pressure is released from your head and you’re able to breathe again.

Someone else is in the alley now.

Suguru.

He had used his technique to pin the man holding your hair against the wall. He’s squirming under Suguru’s curses and you can't help but marvel. It was the first time you had seen him use his technique.

Remembering the other man, you quickly turn around and pin him back down, looking up at Suguru.

It seemed so effortless for him, meanwhile you were panting from the hard work.

“Thank you.” You heave out.

Suguru’s eyes drop to you and you feel your stomach turn. His stare was so cold. So this is what he looked like in battle? It’s a bit scary, he was nearly unrecognizable.

As soon as you catch the glimpse of the Sorcerer side of Suguru, he’s already switched back to the personality you’re used to. He grins at you before looking back at the attackers.

“Who are you?” Suguru asks.

You look down to the man beneath you and it finally clicks. It was Mahiro, the fire user you and Satoru had talked about. It was a coincidence you ran into him like this.

If this was Mahiro, then who was the other guy?

“Suguru, this is the guy who’s been attacking the school.”

The two men look at each other, they looked a bit helpless.

Suguru’s eyes light up as he stares at them, you watch in real time as he makes the connection. You have so many questions to ask the two of them, but more than anything you just wanted to know why. Why were they threatening the school? Why now?

“We should bring them to Jujutsu High. We can question them there.” Suguru’s pulling out his phone to dial someone, likely an assistant.

~~~

When you get to the school, it’s completely quiet. Most people had gone home or to their dorms. The only people wandering about were principal Yaga and Satoru, who’s whereabouts you weren’t even sure of.

“Thank you.” Yaga nods you off as he closes the door to one of the rooms holding the prisoners.

As he closes the door, you’re able to catch one last glance at the second man, your eyes locking before the door slams shut.

The two men were locked in different cells, waiting for further questioning. They might have to wait until tomorrow because of how busy everyone was, but you didn't care at all.

Suguru had accompanied you in dropping them off, but left shortly after. I need to take the groceries home, he told you. It almost seemed like he was in a rush to leave the campus. You wonder if it makes him uncomfortable to wander the halls from his childhood.

The adrenaline was catching up to you now, you could feel the ache in your body begin to settle. There’s blood running down your nose and you wouldn’t be surprised if your face was starting to swell. The life of a sorcerer was rough, all you wanted to do was relax tonight with Suguru and Satoru, however it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen.

You’re standing in the bathroom, dabbing a wet paper towel against your nose when the door swings open.

Satoru.

“Hey.” He speaks, looking at you in the mirror.

It's weird like this. Seeing him in his uniform and blindfold makes you feel separated. He isn't Satoru when he’s dressed like this. He’s Gojo, the strongest sorcerer who’s currently living. The difference in your abilities is glaringly obvious.

You try to remind yourself he’s just Satoru, your Satoru.

Even if you weren’t sure if he was yours at all.

“Hey.” You reply, wincing as the towel bumps your nose.

Luckily, you weren’t as swollen as you expected yourself to be, but there was dried blood everywhere.

Satoru strolls up to you, hips leaning against the counter. He grabs the paper towel from your hand and tilts your face up, sliding the towel where you were holding it. He’s wiping your blood away, trying not to bump your nose.

“I can do it myself, you know.”

“I know.” He says, but doesn’t stop.

“You were hot out there.” Satoru goes on.

“You weren’t even there.”

“Didn't have to be, Suguru told me about it. Sexy of you to beat the shit out of a man.”

You chuckle and glance at his face. His hair looked soft to the touch, his skin perfect.

Focus.

Memories flood your mind of the fight. You didn’t do that good. Suguru had to save your ass, you weren’t sure if you would’ve made it if he didn’t come. At the very least they would have escaped.

“I don't know about that. Suguru helped.”

“Sure he helped, but you’re the one who noticed Mahiro. And you chased after him. It takes a lot of balls to chase after someone when you don’t know what they’re capable of, or if they’re even alone. And I know you don’t have balls.”

Satoru cracks a smile when he hears you laugh. He’s making it difficult to mope, the heavy weight of inadequacy on your shoulders being overshadowed by his proximity.

“I'm serious, I wonder how other sorcerers get anything done with the two of you around.”

“We’re strong, but we need people like you too.”

Satoru tosses the paper towel away and admires his work before washing his hands.

“Sure.” You chuckle.

“And you’re strong too.”

“Would you like me if I was weak?” You allow the question to hang in the air.

“You aren’t weak.”

Satoru holds your hip before he leans down to place his lips on yours. There’s still a faint taste of iron in your mouth, but it doesn't seem to bother Satoru. His fingers wrap around your hips in such a way that makes you dizzy. You knew they were long, but it never failed to make you swoon.

You run your fingers through his hair and chuckle at the whine he lets out. Satoru was a touchy person. At first it didn’t really make sense to you. He spent a large portion of his life trying to make it so people couldn’t touch him, but then you realized that that was why he wanted it so badly. He craved intimacy in a way most people took for granted. It made you sad. Whenever you thought about his circumstances for too long you got sad, though.

Satoru must notice that your mind is getting off track, his voice comes out low as he speaks.

“Hey, I’m right here.” It sounds like a jest, reminding you of his presence. As if he’s saying don’t ignore me. But it also sounds like he said it to remind you. Don’t veer too far off track. It's all okay. I'm here.

His tongue twirls against yours and you’re running out of breath. It’s distracting you from the pain beneath your skin, so you don't care. He places both hands on your waist and lifts you up until you’re placed on the counter.

A clattering in the halls breaks you from the heat of the moment. Yaga must’ve just walked by.

“Satoru, we should stop.” You reluctantly pull away and look up at him.

Even when you’re sitting on the counter, he’s still much taller than you.

“Why?” He sounds genuinely confused as he asks this.

You scoff and look towards the door then back at him.

“We’re at school.”

“So?”

His lips are slick with your spit and it’s raising the temperature of your body. You wonder if the six eyes can see that.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I'm never not serious.” He replies.

You squint at him as your mouth drops open slightly. You weren’t sure he was ever completely serious. Satoru leans back and locks the door before pushing himself up against you once more. Your head backs away in an attempt to create distance between you two, but you can’t run far as the mirror stops you.

“Careful, don't wanna hurt yourself now.” He murmurs.

Your throat is dry at the sound of his voice. His hand comes up to hold your face as he presses his lips against yours, sloppy sounds filling the bathroom.

Your body almost aches at the way your heart was racing.

It’s hard to deny yourself any longer. You wrap your legs around him to bring him in as close as possible. He offers a sly grin against your lips as you fall into his trap.

Satoru pulls away to kiss down your neck, biting when he pleases. You’re worried the taste of your skin is bitter from fighting earlier, knowing sweat covered your body, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he almost seems drunk on the taste.

You’re debating how nude you want to get in this dingy bathroom when Satoru steps away, his hands gripping the tops of your pants. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking behind his blindfold. He yanks your pants and underwear down until they hit the floor and you have half the mind to scold him.

Satoru shuts you up before you even have the chance to complain. He’s crouching in front of you, tongue darting out to swipe through your pussy. He looks a bit awkward beneath you, his frame much too large to be huddled between your legs in this bathroom.

Your hands hastily grip at his hair, your thighs shaking from pleasure. A brief thought crosses your mind, hopefully you weren’t being too loud. You would try to quiet yourself down, but you knew Satoru would only see that as a challenge to make you louder.

You tilt your head back and let your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation of his mouth latching onto your clit. His fingers dig into your skin, a dull pain throbbing through your thighs.

You decide you like when he makes it hurt.

Moans fill the bathroom, bouncing off the walls. His tongue doesn’t let up for even a second, gliding from your clit to your hole. He was so good at it, it almost made you mad. Leave it to Satoru to be perfect at everything.

“Satoru-“ you’re groaning, fingers tangled in a mess of wispy clouds, pulling each time he crosses over a tender spot.

You aren’t sure where he’s looking, or if he’s even looking at all. You wonder if he was watching the way your face pinches, moans falling freely from your lips as if you were in the privacy of your own home, or if he was watching your swollen sex, needy for him.

Once upon a time he told you that even when his eyes were closed he could still see everything. You weren’t sure if he was being honest at the time, but you were starting to believe him. He was navigating your body too well if his eyes were closed.

The counter is cold beneath you as you fly your hands back to try to keep yourself steady. The discomfort is no match for the way he’s making you feel. You moan out as he pulls his lips away, strings of your slick connecting the two of you. You bite your cheek at the sight, forcing yourself to look away.

“You getting all shy on me now?” He teases. “It’s a bit late for that.”

“I'm not shy-“

Satoru stands up to his full height before dropping his face in front of yours. He’s so close you can smell the musk on his lips.

He doesn’t lick them clean.

“Yeah? I don’t make you embarrassed?”

“No, why would you make me-“ you begin, eyes still facing to the side.

You feel something slide between your lower lips, then you’re met with the blunt tip of his cock pushing at your entrance. Your hands fly up to grab his shirt, looking down at where he slowly slides himself inside of you.

“Then look at me.” He orders.

You moan as he pushes himself fully inside. If you look at him, he’d be able to see how embarrassed you were. You couldn’t let him win. Then again, you weren’t completely sure he couldn’t see how fast your heart was beating now.

When you look up at Satoru, he begins to slowly fuck you. The angle makes it so his cock drags against your gspot each and every time. You think his eyebrows must be furrowed by the crease in his mask, but you can’t be too sure.

You jump to the conclusion that if he got to see you, you wanted to see him as well.

“Satoru, your blindfold.” You moan.

His pace falters before he’s grinning. He reaches up to tug at the blindfold.

“Want to see my eyes while I fuck you?”

Satoru pulls the blindfold until it’s laying around his neck. Clear blues look at you, and you have to stop yourself from swaying. You must’ve clenched because Satoru’s laughing. He picks up the speed and holds your waist as he fucks into you. You try to maintain eye contact with him, you really do, but the task is proving to be nearly impossible.

With every thrust your lids flutter, the pleasure is almost too much.

“So perfect.” Satoru murmurs to himself as he stares at the expressions on your face. ”Tell me how it feels.” He all but begs.

“Feels so, oh fuck,”

“Come on baby.” He holds your legs open as he groans.

“So good, so good.” You say.

Satoru wets his bottom lip with his tongue, and he reaches his hand out to slide against your clit.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

You follow his orders and squeeze his hips.

“There you go, you’re so talented.”

Is he teasing you?

You don’t mind.

His finger brushes against your clit and your mouth drops open. You’re about to moan when his other hand darts up to cover your mouth.

“I know it feels good, but we can’t be too noisy, right?”

He’s staring into your eyes as he circles your clit. You shake your head ‘no’ and look up at him with wide eyes, your ankles bumping his back.

You don’t have enough oxygen like this, but you think that’s what makes it feel even better. Satoru keeps his eyes on yours as he rubs your clit, his thrusting starting to get irregular. You rest your hands behind you to stabilize yourself.

Close, close.

Satoru speeds his thumb up, trying to make you cum first.

Your foot rapidly taps his back to warn him of your oncoming orgasm, and he wordlessly promises to guide you through it.

Your eyes roll back and he watches as you fall apart in his hold, your pussy cumming around him as your body begs him for his release.

He’s having a hard time remaining quiet himself, small grunts coming out of his filtered lips.

You bat your eyelashes as you look up at him, a lust filled haze settling over you. He maintains eye contact with you as his lips pop open, letting out a grunt that’s too loud falling from his mouth. Liquid fills you from the inside out, a fuzzy feeling over taking you. His body is twitching as he rests his forehead against your shoulder, his breath sliding against your skin.

If only you weren’t in this shitty bathroom. You really want to lay with him, but you have to face the hallways of your work.

He grunts and pulls away, eyes drawn to the way his cum begins to seep from you. Something flashes across his features, a spark lighting up his eyes and a twitch of his lips. Your heart flutters, but you would never admit that to him. He was already cocky enough.

“Guess I need to clean you up again, huh?” He chuckles and tucks himself away before pulling paper towels up to swipe through your folds.

You cringe at the feel of it and look away. You probably weren’t going to be able to see those the same way again. Satoru tosses the used paper towels in the garbage before offering you his hand, assisting you in hopping off the counter. You glare at your discarded pants on the floor, muttering to yourself as you pick them up. Did he really have to put them on the ground?

When you look his way again, you can’t find it in yourself to be angry. Satoru has a goofy grin on his face as he pulls his blindfold back over his eyes. You try not to appear too disappointed. The more often you saw his eyes, the more often you felt greedy. You cursed the world for giving him such a gift, only to force him to hide it.

He follows you out of the bathroom and you’re thanking god Yaga isn't near. That was a conversation you really didn’t want to have.

The halls of Jujutsu High at night are different than they are during the day time. The school isn't densely populated by any means, but when the sun is up you can at least hear distant laughter, or yelling depending on the person, and the atmosphere feels different. It’s light, the sun shines through the windows and you almost forget where you are.

At night, that all changes. You’re forced to remember where you are, and who has walked down these halls. Faces of classmates and teachers you would never see again, knowing there was a very real chance you would join the ranks among them. The lights don't flicker though, which is a plus, but you almost wish they did. Jujutsu High had enough money that everything was always working. It only added to the way it all felt fake, like it was frozen in time.

A shiver runs up your spine and you nearly jump when Satoru brushes behind you. What were you scared of? You fought curses everyday. Maybe you were scared that there weren’t any curses right now. That usually meant something was lurking behind you.

Satoru’s looking down at his phone, looking at a message.

“Suguru texted.” He tells you. “He said dinner is almost ready.”

Satoru types out a response before looking back up at you.

There was nothing left for you to do at the school. The interrogations would start tomorrow, and Satoru would be the one holding them.

“Is there anything else we need to do here?” You question, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides.

“Not unless you wanna go another round in the supply closet.” Satoru says with a smile, slipping his phone in his pocket.

You scoff and nudge him before walking down the hallway, hoping he was following you.

You hear his soft foot fall behind you and you let your shoulders sag from relief. He’s walking behind you, joking around but you don’t really hear him.

Why are you so uncomfortable right now?

The school usually made you uncomfortable at night, but it was worse tonight. Your skin crawls as you try to walk straight, keeping your head held high in spite of the fear.

“There you are. Was wondering where you two were.”

You jump in your spot a bit before turning your head, eyes meeting Yaga.

You feel Satoru’s gaze on the back of your head but you pay him no mind.

“What’s up?” You ask.

“You two are good to go home. The two curse users should be fine overnight.” Yaga seems a bit distracted, you can only assume it’s because the people who’ve been after the school have been apprehended.

Satoru waves off Yaga before dragging you to the teachers lounge. He barely gives you enough time to grab everything before he’s pulling you outside. He’s telling you it’s because he’s starving, which can’t be true. He had half his weight in food during lunch.

He talks to you for most of the way to his house. You’re grateful as it takes your mind off the interviews that would begin tomorrow.

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“We're home!” Satoru yells.

You try not to let the way he included you in the same sentence as home warm you up too much. This isn't your home after all.

But it could be.

Suguru rounds the corner and you have to bite back a smile. His hair is pulled up and he’s wearing an apron. He looks so domesticated.

He slides up to Satoru and pulls him into a hug, sharing a kiss. You avert your eyes because really, you didn’t know if you were allowed to look. Sure, you’ve had sex with them, but being with them individually was much more different than being thrust in the middle.

Once Suguru is finished kissing Satoru, he faces you. He grips your chin and tilts your head up until your eyes meet his. He presses a kiss on your forehead, making you smile. You don't see the way his nostrils twitch and the glance he sends Satoru’s way.

“It’s ready, why don't you go sit at the table and Satoru and I can bring it out.”

You bite back a retort of wanting to help, something tells you Suguru wouldn’t have any of it. When you get to the table you can tell that they don't have too many visitors over. The table has four chairs, but only two of them are worn, one more so than the other.

Satoru comes in with two plates, a large grin on his face. He sets yours down in front of you and digs into his the second he sits beside you. It looked amazing. Suguru really was an amazing cook. The two of the boys were so talented, you wouldn’t believe it if someone told you they couldn’t do something.

Suguru sets his plate down and sits across from you, his fox eyes settled on your face. Fear, no, anticipation flows through your body as you meet his eyes.

“How was your day? After we dropped the two off.” He asks.

He doesn’t start eating until you do.

“It was good.” You leave out the part where the school made you unnerved.

“Mahiro wouldn’t stop talking, including after we locked him up. The other one…”

You remember the other man. He was quiet. From the moment you saw him to the moment you chained him down, he was silent.

“Didn't talk at all.” You pause in eating, staring at your plate.

“He talked. Only once though.” Satoru says, pushing his plate in front of him.

He was done?

“Hold on, huh?” Your eyes fly up to him. He looks unbothered, head resting on his fist.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that, Suguru.”

Suguru’s eye twitches as he leans back, silent as Satoru continues to talk.

“He only said one thing. He said he would only talk to you.”

The table quiets down as the knowledge settles over you and Suguru. Why hadn’t Satoru told you? Then again, it’s not like it would’ve really mattered.

“That's all he said.” Satoru speaks. “You don't have to obviously, but, I think you should.”

You wonder why he wants to talk to Suguru so bad. Was it because he got his ass kicked by him? Jujutsu users alike all either jumped at the chance to talk to Satoru, or were afraid of him. But something was telling you this guy wasn’t afraid of Satoru.

“I’ll do it.”

Satoru grins and looks back to you.

“You can interview Mahiro with me if you like.”

You think about what you’d like to ask Mahiro as you eat. You aren’t really sure what to investigate. Your job was strictly educational, only leaving the classroom to assist students with missions. It might be a little exciting to do something different.

Satoru takes turns talking to you and Suguru as you eat, occasionally forcing both of you to listen as he goes on tangents. It was a bit cute like this. Each time he started to talk about a subject he was passionate about, he would grow a large smile and he practically bounced in his seat.

You check your phone as Satoru is talking and you notice the time. It was past 10 pm. Not too late, but way later than you were meaning to stay.

“Is something wrong?” Suguru asks.

“Just a bit late is all. I need to figure out how to get home.” You really didn’t feel like walking the streets or sitting in a subway.

“Why don't you just stay the night?” Suguru proposes.

He softly laughs at your expression, standing up to grab your empty plate.

“You’ve done it before. You can also use our shower.” Suguru leaves before you can further debate him.

You didn’t want to intrude, although it did sound nice.

“That's a great idea! You’re okay with it, right?” Satoru jumps to his feet and skirts around the table.

He takes your hand into his and pulls you along, pulling you into the direction of their bedroom.

“I-I guess so.” You murmur and look around.

The lamps are low, casting the bedroom in a dim warm glow. You can feel your body growing tired just from being in the presence.

“You can just use whatever in the shower. Suguru’s got some nice stuff in there, although he won’t let me touch it.” Satoru goes on and turns around to flip the light switch on in the bathroom.

It’s fairly big. There’s a standing shower with see through walls, and a large bathtub to the side. You find yourself feeling jealous as you look around.

“Is it really okay if I stay?” You ask.

“Yeah, definitely.” Satoru twirls around and looks you up and down.

“Okay.”

“I’ll let you get to it then!” He exits.

You take your time in sliding your clothes off, carefully putting them on the toilet lid. You had to admit, it would be nice to take a shower here and not have to travel tonight.

The water spouts out from the shower head, coating you in the warmth. You allow your eyes to drift closed as you stand there for several moments, soaking it up. Reluctantly, you open your eyes and search around for shampoo.

Once you’re done, you step out and wrap a fluffy towel around your body. It was so soft. You nuzzle against it then your eyes fly open.

You don't have any clothes.

You could wear your dirty clothes, but the idea made you cringe.

Maybe Satoru was getting you something to wear?

The room is quiet as you open the bathroom door. Neither of them are there, so you step out, holding the towel tight around your body.

“Satoru?” You raise your voice.

There’s shuffling from outside the room, and Satoru pops in. He’s wearing a black shirt with boxers. His eyes are exposed as he looks you up and down.

“My bad, I was gonna find something for you to wear. Unless of course you don’t want to wear anything.” He taunts.

“A tshirt and shorts will do.” You laugh.

“Well, it was worth a shot.” Satoru gives an exaggerated pout.

You chuckle and stand still as he goes over to his dresser. Even in his own house, he looks abnormally tall next to everything.

The view from behind is great.

He turns around and strides up to you, holding out a shirt, shorts, and even underwear. He’s holding them in his palm, but when you try to pull them away from him he doesn’t let go. You try one more time but he doesn’t budge, instead he’s staring at you with a grin.

Satoru leans down and presses his lips against yours. They’re plush on yours, his tongue slightly sticking out to graze against your lips.

You wrap your arms around him and pull him down, pressing your chest against his.

The door creaks open and Suguru walks in.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have-“ he stops speaking as he sees you and Satoru.

The room is devoid of any sounds as the three of you stare at each other. You can’t tell if he’s trying to comprehend the situation, or if he’s trying to soak up the sight.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go.” He quickly says, backing away.

It was sweet. He was respecting your wishes. They knew you wanted to take it slow so you could warm up to them. You didn’t want to drown in them right away. But maybe you were ready.

“Suguru-“ you begin.

“Stay.”

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tonguepiercedanyway75 · 22 hours

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late night with ross

content warning: 18+ mdni, couch sex, riding, dirty talk

As you and Ross sit on the couch watching some science fiction movie, you can’t help but just want to crawl into Ross’ lap and ride him. He is wearing a casual t-shirt with only boxers and while you adore the Ross with a fancy shirt and some suit pants, he never misses to turn you on with his sleepy look.

So, you being you, you crawl into Ross’ lap, blocking his view of the tv while giving him a smirk. “hi,” you say, putting your hands on his shoulders.

“Hi, love,” he replies, chuckling a little while he’s cheeks still flush a little, his hands land on your waist instinctively, holding you in place. “s’everything alright?” he asks.

“Want to ride you,” say bluntly, tilting your head slightly to the side.

Ross’ eyebrows go up in slight surprise before he lowers his head. “Is that so?” he whispers, bringing his gaze back to you.

You nod your head, biting your lip. “Yes,” you reply.

Ross nods as well, kissing your lips before you pull back, “off.”

Ross follows your command, he still has a hand on your waist as you maneuver your shorts and panties off. You then move to take off his boxers, tapping his waist to signal that you needed him to lift his hips up.

You’re met with his already hard cock.

"You’re already hard?"

"F’course, you’ve been squeezing your thighs throughout the whole movie, don’t think I didn’t know what you wanted." it's an honest answer.

"You noticed that?"

That pulls a chuckle from Ross. "i always notice, now c'mere."

He lazily pulls you on top of him. And you press against his hard chest as the two of you make out.

"Little miss eager,” he says, breaking the kiss to take your face in his hands.

You lean back down and give him another peck.

"Can’t help it, you’re so hot."

Moving down to kiss his jaw, you suck on his neck, bruising him as yours.

Rocking your hips at the feeling of one of Ross’ hands making its way to your pussy.

The feeling of his fingers circling your clit makes you gasp.

"Ross-" you plea.

"What’s this? you're already so wet."

He’s rubbing at your slick hole. "Wetter than I thought." His tease comes out in a condescending tone.

“You make me this wet.”

“mhm, really?”

“Yes,” you say, giving him one last peck before pushing yourself up. spitting in your hand and giving Ross’ length a few pumps before you tease his tip at your entrance.

"No teasing." he gruffs out, gripping at your waist, allowing him to push you down on his length.

You bite you lip to keep yourself from moan, and Ross lets out a grunt.

"You feel so good. s'warm."

You hum at his praise. Beginning to rock your hips, throwing your head back at the feeling of Ross’ cock hitting where you need most.

You bounce up and down Ross’ cock. His fingers are gripping your waist, guiding you onto his length. You moan shamelessly, loving the feeling of Ross’ cock disappearing in and out of your pussy.

Ross lets out low moans of pleasure, his head thrown back on the couch. "Fuck me, I fuckin’ love you in this position," he says, licking his lips.

"so do I," you reply breathlessly.

"Jesus," he says before thrusting his hips upwards, hitting your g-spot dead on.

"o-oh fuck," you moan, stopping your movements to allow Ross to take over. And of course he does.

He thrusts up into you, fucking you at a normal pace. "Look at you," he murmurs into your ear, his hot breath on your skin. "One movement and I’m s’posed to take over? love when I fuck you that much?"

You nod your head pathetically, relishing in being fucked. This as a frequent thing that happened. You would try to take control over the situation but the moment Ross makes a movement, your brain fogs up, and it is fabulous. It’s like getting drunk on his cock.

A soft moan falls from your lips when you lean forward, subsequently causing Ross’ cock to slip deeper, and place both hands on his shoulder.

"Feels good?" he asks, thrusting up into you. He moves his hands up to hold onto your hips, you fall down against his shoulder and your eyes slip closed.

"yeah-yeah, s’good." you gasp, slightly speeding up your pace. Ross groans and let his head fall back, his hands move to your ass to plant a harsh slap on it.

It’s a little pathetic at how close you're already getting. Peering at the man below only drives you closer. Ross looks blissed out, his eyes are shut, mouth slightly agape as he lets out quiet grunts.

While his hands find their way back, harshly gripping at your hips which is only motivating you to keep your pace up.

'm’ close." Ross spits out.

“F-fuck,” ross smiles to himself when he feels your walls start to tighten around his cock and your rhythm starts to falter.

Just a whine of his name into his ear and you’re already cuming. His hands grip your ass to help him move you up and down on his cock, along with his hips thrusting up.

The most you can do is whimper into the crook of his neck as his cock twitches and spurts rope after rope of his warmth.

You rock a few more times before you completely still, falling into his chest with a huff. Ross’ arms instantly wrapping around your body.

“Love this couch,” you mumble into his neck.

Ross laughs and your whole body vibrates, “can see that.”

His fingers stroke your back under your shirt soothingly, whispering sweet praises against your ear after he kisses every inch of your face.

“Don’t want to get up now,” you say, leaning back so you can see his face.

His hand finds your cheek pulling your lips to his again. “Then don’t,” he says, his grip tightening while his breathing is slowing down.

You hum, your head falling down onto his shoulder again, closing your eyes until you fall asleep to his soothing touch.

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subblybubbly · 2 days

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Seokmin x curvy!femalereader.

Being in love with you best friend isn't easy, especially after spending years apart. When the both of you are finally reunited, lines are crossed and words are said that can't be forgotten, leaving your friendship forever changed.

WORDCOUNT: 2.9k

WARNINGS: angst, crossed boundaries, fluff, friends to lovers, jealously, mixed feelings, pining, profanity, smut. 18+ warnings below

SMUT WARNINGS: ab riding, begging, clit play, creampie, finger sucking, grinding, masturbation, mention of balls, nipple play, orgasm denial and control, permission, pet names (angel, baby, good girl, honey), praise, sleepy reader, softdom!Seokmin, somnophilia, teasing, unprotected sex, wet dream.

When Seokmin woke up the next morning, he was the most confused he had ever been in his life. He had dreamt of you again, this time about your pretty smile and the hint of a dimple he noticed in your right cheek when you smiled at him.

Remembering the sweet domestic moments of the dream was pleasant work. Starting with you greeting him at the door of the apartment as he arrived home from a long day of work. How you would wrap your arms around him from behind as he sat on the couch, hugging him around his neck and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

His heart fluttered and his cheeks heated at the memories. He knew he was fucked. His feelings towards you were no longer just platonic; his heart was filled with love for you and he was afraid. He had put his relationship with the most important person in his life in jeopardy, and this would crush Amy.

Maybe he felt this way because he had been away from Amy for a few weeks, maybe he was misplacing those feelings onto you. Dragging a hand over his face, he told himself that everything would go back to normal once Amy moved in with him and they were settled.

He just had to get through the next five days. Surely, he could manage that.

Seokmin was proud of his hard work the last few days. He managed to mostly keep you out of his thoughts, and he hadn't dreamt anything inappropriate about you. His phone sounded, and he checked his messages to see a new text from Amy, her flight delayed an extra few hours.

He had gotten into another disagreement with her last evening, when she brought up how much time he had been spending with you for the second time. Amy was now upset that he hadn't responded to his texts quickly enough because he was distracted hanging out with you. He had reassured his girlfriend, saying that there was nothing happening between you and that he was just excited to see his best friend after so long. He felt like such a liar.

He used the extra time he had from the delayed flight to think about his feelings. Now knowing he loved you, and that he had for years; it was obvious. After all you were his best and closest friend. But he was sure that he loved Amy, too; he had been with her for nearly four years now. She was moving in today, of course he loved her. But was he in love with her?

His phone alarm went off, letting him know it was time to drive to the airport.

You spent your day laying in bed. Telling your parents that you weren't feeling well as an excuse when you declined their invitation to go out for supper. Really you were depressed about the reality of Amy being here. Her moving in with Seokmin, getting to be with him everyday, was a reality you didn’t want to be real.

You were terrified that she would interrupt the dynamic you and Seokmin had so easily fallen back into. There was comfort in how easy your relationship was; it was the most natural thing you had ever experienced in your life.

You hoped that Amy would like you, or at least respect you. You never had many girlfriends growing up, or even during your years away at school. Not sure that you would have a lot in common with Amy, as she seemed to have the opposite personality and interests of Seokmin, while you were just like him.

You scoffed, thinking about how stupid the idea of opposites attract is and that whoever quoted it was stupid too.

You and Seokmin were distant for a few days after Amy’s arrival. He texted you a few updates here and there, but it just wasn't enough. Missing him so much, each time your phone dinged, you rushed to check your notifications, wishing it was Seokmin. You felt worse everyday you didn't get to see him, and you felt ashamed for feeling so clingy and desperate.

After five days of pining, you got a call from Seokmin, inviting you out the next morning. He wanted you to finally meet Amy, over breakfast at the local café. Agreeing immediately, before he even finished his question, your emotions were a mess.

On one hand, you really did want to meet Amy. the way Seokmin spoke about her made you think that the two of you could be friends, and you were happy that she made him happy. On the other, your heart and stomach sank at having to see them together. There was no way you wouldn't be upset and jealous of the affection he was sure to show her.

Seokmin ended the call with you soon after you agreed to go out with him and Amy the next morning. She had surprised him with her insistence on meeting you as soon as possible. Claiming she needed to see you and finally be able to put a person to the name.

She also surprised Seokmin the day after she moved in, when she got upset after finding your scrunchie underneath the bed. Amy had accused him of cheating initially but calmed down as Seokmin explained that you had stayed the night, in separate rooms, after a movie marathon.

Seokmin's did his best to hide his guilt over jerking off to you, telling himself it would never happen again.

That night, his dream made sure his resolve wavered. He dreamt of quietly entering his bedroom in the morning and finding you tucked under the blankets. Trying to wake you gently, shaking your shoulder and calling out your name softly.

You twisted and turned at his touch, mumbling something that he couldn't quite make out. "Y/n? Wake up, or I’ll haul the blankets off of you."

He moved to flip the blanket off your body but was distracted by the moan you let out.

You were squirming rhythmically, your breathing getting heavier. Seokmin ripped the blankets off his bed, eyes connecting with your body. A crop top was tight against your chest, your perked nipples pushing against the cloth. Your ass was facing him, bare except for the string of your white thong disappearing between your cheeks. You had your legs squeezed together, slowing grinding your hips back and forth.

"Aw, is my angel needy?" Seokmin cooed out, taking off his shirt and crawling onto the bed.

He pushed you just enough to get you to lay on your back, before slowly parting your legs. You were so cute with your sleepy whines of protest; making him groan when he noticed how wet you were, your thong clinging to your pussy.

He had to lightly rub his thumb over your underwear, gathering your arousal onto his fingers. You were starting to wake up, adorable sleepy eyes blinking up at him. He added more pressure, rubbing circles on your clit as you cried out in need.

"Shhh baby, I’ll make you feel better." He wasted no time shoving his wet fingers into his mouth and sucking. Moaning at your taste, he slotted his hips between your legs, and rubbed his hardening cock against your soaked panties.

"Seokmin, ah!" You were fully awake now; head throw back in pleasure. He hauled up your shirt, baring your chest to his hungry eyes. Leaning down, he attached his lips to your nipple, and pinched the other with his fingers. You arched into his face, making him suck a little more desperately at you.

"Was you having a naughty dream? Tell me baby." He demanded to know just what had gotten you so worked up.

"I had a dream that you made me sit on your abs." You cried out as he sucked your nipple harder. "You made me grind my pussy on you until I was about to come. Th…then you made me ride your dick until we came together."

The way his cock twitched at your words made him confident he was about to make your dream come true. Keeping up the torturous pace of his hips, he kissed and licked and sucked and teased you until you cried. He praised you, until he was breathless, each time he switched between your tits.

"Y/n, you're driving me crazy. Do you like it when I touch you like this?"

"Yes, ah, yes!" You panted. "Please don't stop."

"I won't, angel, I promise I won't. I know you can take so much more."

You were grinding frantically along Seokmin's rock hard cock through his sweats, the grey material darkening from your arousal and his precum.

"I need more, make me come, please." You begged.

He leaned down to kiss your lips before pulling back. "No, not yet."

Pulling away from you, he laid down onto his back and pushed his sweats down far enough to free his cock. Red and leaking, it slapped against his abdomen, making him groan as it throbbed. Doing his best to ignore it, he lifted you to straddle him.

He set you down onto his abs, your cunt burning against his skin; his dick poked into your ass.

"Fuck my girl is so turned on. You better not come untouched baby, wait for permission." The squeal you let out made him smirk.

Pulling you down to his ear, he whispered "I know you can wait right? You're my good girl, aren't you?"

You nodded repeatedly, your hips twitching against him. The corners of his lips lifted in a smirk as he coaxed you to sit up. Already looking disheveled, your top pushed above your tits let him see just how red and swollen your nipples were from all of his attention. Your bottom lip was between your teeth, your lips glistening.

You were so beautiful, you were everything to him. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your thong and pulled up; his thumbs squished into your soft stomach and his fingers dented your sides. The pressure against your clit made you cry for him, so he pulled tighter, until your pussy was almost visible through the wet cloth.

"Move baby, ride me." He encouraged you to move your hips, guiding you while keeping a tight hold on your body. You started grinding, your hands flat against his chest.

Seokmin was in heaven just from watching; you were a fucking goddess, your thighs trembling with each pass of your hips. Tits bounced in his face, making him salivate as if he hadn't already dedicated plenty of time to playing with them. He could feel and hear the wetness coating his abs, making his cock jump. He couldn't get enough of you, barely able to wait to feel you grind while he was inside you.

His hands stayed in place, guiding you and keeping the pressure on your clit, but you didn't really need his help anymore. You picked up the pace, grinding your hips forcefully against his stomach. Moans and whimpers were falling from your lips, the sweet sound making Seokmin groan deeply.

So easily wound up, but teasing you was still so much fun. It didn't take you much longer for your hips to stutter and your whimpers was a clear sign you were getting close.

"Can I cum, please, can I cum?" You clawed at his chest as he forced your hips up and off of his abs, thumbs unhooking from your panties.

You wailed in frustration as the knot in your tummy faded. Opening your eyes to pout at him, he met you with a taunting smirk.

"No honey, I haven't given you my permission yet. Don't worry y/n, I’ll let you cum on my cock soon." He cooed at you, making you even hotter.

"I’m gonna fuck you baby, and you better not cum until I say." Seokmin pulled your panties to the side, letting him see your pretty pussy. Biting his lip, he held in a pathetic sound. He was so whipped for you, seeing your puffy lips coated in your slick made him weak; he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

It was so tempting to haul you onto his face, to let you smother him as he feasted on your pussy. But eating you out right now was guaranteed to push him over the edge, and he wanted to make you come on his cock and fill you full.

"Please, please. I need you Seokmin." Pushing against his hold, you were trying to force your hips down onto his cock. He smirked at you, always needing him; loving how you always begged for him so sweetly, no matter how filthy he treated you.

"Oh, baby, shhhh...you need me that much?" He lowered you slightly and slowly lifted his hips, sliding his pulsing dick between your folds. You were searing hot, and your wetness coated his length, dripping down onto his balls. Arching your back, you moaned in need and Seokmin could feel your pussy throbbing as his cock rubbed against your slit.

You couldn't even speak as you shook against him. He knew you were on the edge, and he was sure you would cum as soon as he settled you on his cock. Since you were Seokmin's good girl, he gave you permission.

Lifting your hips higher, lining his soaked cock up with your entrance, he eased you down, slowly. "Come all over me baby, come on my cock, be my good girl and make a mess."

Permission granted, he pulled you down until he was completely buried in you. The scream that came out of your mouth was already enough to make him cum, but the way your tight cunt choked him made sure he would. Your pussy pulsed even more as he pulled you tight to his chest, and he had to let go. Grabbing your chin, his lips found yours; swallowing your moans, the intense kisses made you breathless. The other found grip on your ass, holding you tightly onto his cock as he filled you to the brim.

He kept thrusting up into you as he released, praising in between kisses. "You're so good for me baby, my good girl. You needed this didn't you, my angel. I love you so much, you're my world."

The way you shook and whined from his praise made him feel so accomplished. Knowing he could make you feel so fucking good made him feel incredible, enough that Seokmin groaned so loudly and pathetically it made his own ears and face flush red.

Both of his hands grabbed your hips and he managed to push his cock deeper, bumping your cervix. Seokmin needed the last of his cum as deep inside of you as possible. The moan that left your mouth would be seared into his memory. Tears started falling as you cried in relief and ecstasy while you thanked him for making you feel good.

Seokmin moaned in sensitivity as the last drops of his cum were about to fill your pussy—

He was started as he was shaken awake, his groan audible as the last spurt of cum shot out of his cock and into his sweats. Panting and sweating, he heard someone calling his name. Mind and eyes focusing, the pleasure fading away, Seokmin's gaze met Amy's.

"What's going on? Are you having a nightmare?"

"Uh, yeah, I was having a bad dream. Sorry if I woke you up. Go back to sleep, I need to go to the bathroom."

She was content with his answer and wished him goodnight, turning over and covering up with blankets. Getting up, Seokmin grabbed a change of clothes before heading to the bathroom.

He stayed in the bathroom far longer than he needed. Taking a shower, dressing in clean clothes, and brushing his teeth, before sitting on the edge of the tub. The reality of his situation was hitting him at the worst time. He was so in love with you he didn't know what to do.

You made his heart race; he wanted to hold you close and protect you. He needed you to be his to touch and to hold and to kiss; to wake up to your face every morning and have you be the last thing he sees before sleep each night.

Right there his entire life, you were the person he trusted most, the only one he had ever shared a connection like this. He had been so blind to it. His own feelings, to you being his person. His partner.

Laying his head in his hands, his thoughts continued to race through his mind. Now, he was in a situation where someone would be hurt no matter what he chose. If he stayed with Amy, he knew he was facing a life or regret. She would figure it out at some point, that he couldn't love her like he was supposed too anymore. They would both end up hurt and miserable. It wasn't fair to do that to Amy, he respected her too much.

If he left her, she would be devastated and that didn't guarantee that he would end up with you. He didn't even know how you felt about him. What if you weren't interested and it hurt your relationship? He would never forgive himself if you were hurt because of him.

Tomorrow morning he would get to see you; to see your beautiful face but he couldn't kiss you or hold your hand. His heart hurt at the thought that he might not ever get to be with you.

Seokmin needed to know if he had a chance.

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conditioned-to-obey · 2 days

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hi there! (Sir Atlas...? is that okay or too forward? i apologise if it sounds intrusive) i hope this ask finds You well.

i really like Your blog even though i'm normally not into CNC/abuse kink etc. You write intelligently and with sincerity and respect which i like (and find very arousing).

two questions:

1. would You kindly tell us what mantras You like Your loyal pets to repeat? i love the idea of a mantra, especially since i feel like i internally repeat certain things to myself during sessions all the time, just without my Doms knowing or enforcing it (e.g. "you deserve this, you used slut / you deserve this, you used slut / you deserve this, you used slut" etc.). do you have any favourite mantras or techniques?

2. would You be so nice as to accept DMs? not for sexting (unless You want to! i'm sure it would be lovely) but for chatting about humiliation/conditioning/abuse kink? i understand Your life and Your loyal pets must keep You very busy of course - so maybe random DMs are the last thing You'd like.

thank You for reading through my ask, even if You don't want to answer it, Sir. hope You're having a lovely and pleasing weekend <3

kindly,

just another sub

Just Atlas or Sir is acceptable, doll. Unless I've been knighted recently without my knowledge.

Firstly, the beauty of and potential harm in mantra is in the way we as humans internalize thoughts and feelings. Prompted by what we say aloud and often. I enjoy prompting a sub at random to repeat a mantra back to me. Reminding them of their place. Slipping said phrases and words that resonates with their submissive role into everyday language.

The things we say aloud affect us. Over time, if one was to say deragrading things about themselves daily, there runs the risk in actually internalizing it. It is a dominant's job in equalizing those internal influences that can potentially cause harm. By being mindful of the suggestive thoughts we place into a submissive's mind. Especially in subspace, where power of suggestion is highest. It is a delicate balance.

If someone is constantly feeding you negative thoughts about yourself or your capabilities, question it. A little comment here and there can become more. Until an the effects begin to really show. It can take a long time to reprogram ourselves out of nasty habits and cycles of thoughts that do not serve us well.

Stabilizing the mental disparity between degradation and praise. Affirming value, appreciation and respect for a partner during aftercare can be dispell the pollution of a submissive's subconscious psyche. A thing that should always be handled with care even in the softest to the most extreme of scenes.

Secondly, as far as my DMs are concerned I received your other ask as well. No harm done, doll. No need to apologize. I may in the future open my DMs very very briefly for sfw conversation. However, I won't be volunteering my time for teaching, tasks or anything sexual in nature. I am not exactly friendly. My work keeps me busy most of the time. As do my pets, which hold priority over any of my spare time.

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It wasn’t uncommon for Y/n to be in Chan’s studio with the three producers. She was always there. Whether it was one, two, or all three of them, her boyfriends were busy, so spending time in the studio was normal in the relationship.

Y/n enjoyed it. She kept quiet while they were in work mode. But they were known to get distracted easily— Y/n had figured that out very early in their relationship.

It was one of those times they did lose focus on their work and we’re just goofing off. Laughing as Jisung had laid himself on Y/n while Changbin and Chan looked at memes through stays accounts, showing the two latter, just until a knock on the door. Then the three straightened up and went back to professional mode.

Chan got to the door as Changbin and Jisung tried looking busy. Not that they needed to.

“Hi, Channie!” Y/n’s head whipped around hearing the unfamiliar voice. It wasn’t any of the guys or staff members. She was confused when an unknown girl walked in and greeted the other two producers— hugging them.

That wasn’t what set Y/n off. It was the far too friendly personality and the whore type outfit. Not that there was anything wrong with dressing like that, but the tight, short skirt with a low-cut shirt just set off some warning signs in Y/n’s mind.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” the mystery girl said, turning to Y/n, “I’m Sana!” the girl waved

“I’m Y/n. How do you know the boys?” Y/n asked as ‘Sana’ sat next to her on the couch

“Old friend,” Chan said, settling back in his chair

“Just friends?” Sana giggled

Y/n glanced at her boyfriends, pleading for them to get this girl out but none of them seemed to notice. Much rather took to catching up with the girl, almost ignoring her.

Y/n leaned back on the couch and took an interest in her phone after none of them tried including her in the conversation. She could barely stand five minutes of the conversation before she grabbed her bag and slipped out of the studio. Astonished no one said anything when she walked out.

Walking down the halls of the building, Y/n found her way to the dance practice room the dancer team was occupying. Having caught them in a break when she walked in.

“Can I hide here?” she asked

“Sure,” Lee Know shrugged, making no further questions as to what his producer team’s girlfriend was doing there.

“You okay?” Felix asked as she sat down on the couch

“Fine,” Y/n mumbled

“You look like you’re about to cry,” the oldest pointed out as the Aussie sat with her and wrapped his arms around her

“The boys got a visitor and I was pretty much ignored. I couldn’t stand the girl's voice anymore so I left,” Y/n explained as she leaned against Felix

“Girl?” Hyunjin asked from his spot, lying on the floor

“Yeah. Said her name was Sana. Overly friendly which made me a bit uncomfortable.”

“Wait, wasn’t that their old friend with benefits?” Hyunjin asked, sitting up.

“That’s her?!” Y/n asked

She knew her partners had had an FWB before her. She just never knew who it was and they had assured her things had ended with her well before Y/n came into their lives.

“I thought they were done with her?” Felix asked

“They are. I very clearly remember things not working out between them and the guys ending it,” Hyunjin said

“How do you know that?” Lee Know asked

“I share a dorm with them. I’m traumatized by those three’s sex life,” Hyunjin said, staring at Y/n, “You most of all.”

“Sorry,” she shrugged, “It’s good dick”

“Ew,” Hyunjin said

“You act like we all haven’t seen each other’s dicks at some point,” Felix pointed out

“Yeah. Especially in that dorm,” Hyunjin sighed

“Wait, so why is she here?” Lee Know asked

“Don’t know. Seemed like they were catching up when I left. She was dressed like a skank though. I’m guessing she wants to try and fuck them again,” Y/n said

“They wouldn’t do that to you,” Felix reassured her

“Yeah. They’re far too in love to cheat. You should hear them when you leave the dorms,” Hyunjin added

“I know that but it still irks me that they just bluntly ignored me the second she walked in the door.”

“You want us to take you home?” Lee Know offered

“No. I don’t want you guys to stop working for me.”

“We just finished up before you got here. Just catching our breath before we headed back to the dorms,” Felix said

“If it’s not too much of a hassle.” Y/n agreed

The three nodded and packed up their things before walking out with Y/n to the car. Lee Know followed Y/n’s directions to her apartment. Pulling up not long. Y/n thanked them for the ride and headed to her unit. The boys told her to text them if she needed anything before she headed off.

Barely getting in the door when her phone rang.

‘Channie💞’

Y/n answered the call as she stepped inside her apartment. “Hi.”

“Where’d you go, pretty girl?” Chan questioned

“Home.” Y/n bluntly told him as she slipped her shoes off and hung her purse up.

“Thought you were coming back to the dorms with us tonight?” Chan sounded generally confused and she could hear the other two in the background asking what she said

“Seemed busy with Sana. So I bugged Danceracha and then they brought me home,” Y/n explained

“Oh fuck,” she heard Jisung exclaim. Obviously, she was on speaker now

“Are you jealous babe?” Chan asked, a hint of teasing in his voice

“No. I am not jealous, Christopher. Why would I be jealous of my three boyfriends bluntly ignoring me when a random girl I’ve never met walked in looking like she wanted to fuck you guys again.”

“Again?” Changbin’s voice came

“Hyunjin let it slip she was the friend with benefits you guys had before me.”

“And we ended things. We agreed to be cordial with each other,” Chan said

“Does she know that?”

“Yes,” All three said

“So, cordial is showing up at your studio in the shortest, lowest cut things she can find then ignoring your girlfriends’ presence? Between the three of you, at least one should have noticed me being ignored or walking out of the studio.”

“We didn’t mean to ignore you, baby,” Changbin said

“We kicked her out as soon as she mentioned she wanted to try again and called you,” Jisung added

“Good.”

“I think she’s jealous,” Jisung said

“I think I can still hear you, Jisung.”

“Babe, how about we pick up dinner and come over to yours? To make it up to you,” Chan bargained

“Better get here soon then,” Y/n told them before they ended the call with some ‘I love you’s.

Y/n took a quick shower while she waited for the three to come over with dinner and cleaned up her apartment a bit. Walking back into the living room just as the front door opened. The boys obviously used their key to get in.

Y/n watched them walk in with the food and bouquets. “Flowers?” Y/n asked

“Part of our apology,” Chan said as he handed her his bouquet and pecked her lips. Followed by Changbin and Jisung doing the same.

Y/n bit back a smile, curious to see how far they would go in their apology. She set the bouquets down and grabbed a couple of vases from her cabinet. Or tried too; Jisung had moved to grab them for her and helped her fill them up with water and put the flowers in them while Chan and Changbins prepped the floor of her living room and turned on her TV.

Y/n and Jisung joined them as Changbin turned on one of her favorite movies and Chan opened up the take-out boxes. All four dug in as the movie started. The rappers took turns feeding their girlfriend, barely letting her pick up a utensil to feed herself.

The boys cleaned up the living room before sitting back with her. Changbin pulled her into his lap as Jisung pulled her legs over his and Chan’s lap. Y/n rested her head against Changbin's chest, making him lean down and kiss the top of her head.

Y/n tilted her head back to look up at him. Changbin smiled and gently pressed his lips onto hers. Y/n returned his kiss as Jisung massaged the top of her thighs. Y/n smiled against Changbin's lips and grabbed onto one of his biceps as he deepened the kiss. Y/n moaned into his mouth as she felt someone’s hands pushing her shirt up, exposing her skin to them. Felt a pair of lips on her stomach. Y/n pulled away from Changbin just for him to keep kissing her face as she caught Jisung slowly kissing her stomach as Chan was smiling at them.

“Gonna let us take care of you tonight, princess?” Chan asked

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded

Changbin moved her up onto the couch as Chan took a seat next to her, pulling her to his lips. Y/n moaned against his plump lips as Jisung got between her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs over the loungewear. Changbin sat on the other side of her and kissed her neck. Chan grabbed the back of her head and tilted it back to give the Changbin more room.

“Off,” Y/n mumbled against Chan’s lips

“What do you want off, princess?” Chan asked

“Pants.”

Jisung took the command and pulled off the fabric along with her underwear. His warm lips came in contact with her skin, making her arch away from the sofa. One of Changbin’s hands grabbed one of her thighs and spread her open more as Jisung kissed his way up to her thighs. Planting a kiss on her clit and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch. Y/n moaned into Chan’s mouth again as Jisung dove into her pussy, eating her like a starved man and Changbin sucked and bit on her neck.

Y/n grabbed onto Chan’s thigh and Changbin’s arm to ground herself against Jisung’s tongue. The muscle slid up and down between her folds before his lips wrapped around her clit. All her noises were swallowed by Chan while he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Y/n tangled her tongue with his as his hand crept up her shirt. His hand found its home on her breasts. Gently squeezing the mound as he pulled away to let her catch her breath.

Changbin took the moment to pull her back to his lips. Switching places with the oldest as the former attached his lips to her neck. Marking the other side of her next as Jisung slipped two fingers into her. Y/n tightened her grip on the other two as his fingers made scissoring motions inside her.

“Hannie making you feel good, pretty?” Changbin muttered against her lips

“Mhm,” Y/n moaned

“Gonna cum for us, princess?” Chan asked

“Mhm.”

Jisung smiled as he sucked harder on her clit while her grip on the other two tightened. Her hips rocked against him as best she could as the knot that had been building inside her stomach snapped. Coating the youngest’s fingers.

Changbins and Chan muttered more praise against her skin as Jisung lapped up her essence. Pulling his fingers out of her and cleaning her out with his tongue before pulling away from her.

“Move over,” Changbin told Jisung as he moved to take his place

“Who said you were fucking her first?” Jisung argued

“You got to eat her out,” Changbin pointed out

“Yeah. Let me enjoy the fruits of my labor.”

Chan took the chance while the other two argued and pulled Y/n onto his lap. Moving her to straddle him. “Hi, princess.”

“Hi Channie,” Y/n smiled as he pushed his shorts down, pulling his cock out of the matter

“We're sorry about earlier. You're our only one, you know that right?” Chan gently kissed her neck as he ran the tip of his cock through her folds

“I know,” Y/n moaned.

“We told her not to talk to us anymore. We're all yours,” Chan slowly sank himself into her. Holding her ass tightly, using his grip to move her along his cock

Y/n leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him. Planting kisses along his neck.

“Hey!” the other two producers yelled when they noticed their leader taking the spot they’d been arguing about

“Gonna have to wait now,” Chan chuckled

Y/n smiled against his skin. Bringing one of her hands down to pull his shirt collar down a bit. Her lips attached to his collarbone and gently sucked on the skin. Leaving behind a trail of hickeys on his skin.

Chan moaned into her ear as his hips started fucking up into her. Y/n grabbed onto the back of her sofa with her free hand.

“Fuck,” Y/n moaned into his skin as his tip hit her G-spot

“Gonna fill you up princess,” Chan groaned

“Please,” Y/n begged

“No begging tonight princess,” Chan said

Y/n nodded as she gripped the back of the sofa as Chan’s grip on her ass tightened just before you pulled her down. Burying his cock inside of her, grinding her against him while his cum painted her walls white with his load. Y/n clenched around him, milking him till her orgasm hit her as he finished filling her up. Chan kept her against him for a bit longer as she rode out her high, her hips bucking against his slowly.

“Good girl.” Chan kissed her cheek as she slowly sat back.

Chan helped her off his cock before Han swooped in and pulled her over to his lap. Immediately pulling her in for a kiss. Y/n wrapped her arms around him as he pulled her as close as he could to her. Grinding her against the bulge in his sweatpants

“Ji,” Y/n whined against his lips

“I know, pretty girl. Just need to get my kisses in,” he groaned as he reached down and slipped his dick out of its confines.

Jisung helped her hover over him and then sit down on him as his lips from hers to her neck. Adding his own set of hickeys to the collection on her neck.

Y/n clenched around him, still feeling the sensitivity from her round with Chan. Walls pulsing around him as he slowly ground her hips against him. Moaning into her neck before he started bouncing her r along his length. Y/n wrapped her arms around his head before he lifted his head from her neck and brought his lips back onto hers.

Y/n played with his hair. Both of them moaning into the other's mouth. Jisung gripped her ass tighter as she clenched tighter around him. Pulling away from her lips and burying her face in the crook of his neck as he picked up his pace. Sliding down the sofa a bit and thrusting up into her.

“Ji,” Y/n whined into his neck

“Our babies sensitive pussy gonna cum again?” Jisung asked

“Mhm.”

“Give it to me pretty. Need you to cum on my cock.”

Y/n clenched varound him tighter as she busied her mouth by sucking marks onto his skin like she had done with Chan. Trying to distract herself from the quick tightening knot in the pit of her stomach. Biting down a bit harder on her boyfriends neck as it finally snapped. Jisung let out a higher pitched moan as she bit down on his skin while his pace stuttered. Burying himself inside her as his cum joined Chan’s inside her. Mixing together with hers as he held her close.

Y/n let go of her boyfriend as she came down from her high with him. Resting against him for a moment before she sat back. Jisung helped her off his dick as Changbin scooped her up from his lap. Turning her to face him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Show off,” Jisung sighed from the couch

“Start working out like you said you would then,” Changbin told him as he reached under her, angling his tip at her entrance. Slowly pushing in and spreading her open more. Y/n moaned as her hold around his shoulders tightened.

“Only girl that can take me so good,” Changbin moaned, pulling her hips back and then pushing her back down on his cock

Y/n hid her face in his neck while he snapped his hips forward to meet her ass. Mumbling praises in her ear as her lips found his neck. Marking up his neck, claiming all three of her boyfriends. Knowing all their hickeys would get covered with makeup but that didn’t matter to her right now. All that mattered was the fuzzy feeling in her brain.

“Close binnie,” Y/n breathed out against her neck

“‘S okay bunny,” Changbin told her, “Let go for binnie.”

Y/n moaned against his neck and gripped the back of his shirt tighter. Hands moving her faster down his cock as she tightened around him. His thick cock hitting more spots inside her till she came on hi. Coating his dick in her’s and the other two boys cum. Legs shaking around him as he kept moving. Hitting his orgasm as she finally came down from her high. Going limp against him as he pushed all the way inside of her. His seed joining th ecum mixture inside of her.

His arms moved up around waist to hold her against him so she didn’t fall back. Even keeping her against him once he came down.

“Bunny,” Changbin called to her

“Sleepy,” Y/n mumbled

“I got a bath ready for her,” Chan’s voice came from the hallway

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Changbin said and walked down the hall with her. Helping her get cleaned up. Jisung and Chan fixing up the living room.

Jisung brought her a change of clothes and a cup of water and Changbin helped her change before heading back to join the other two in her living room.

“How you feeling princess?” Chan asked her

“Tired,” Y/n sighed

“Still jealous?” Jisung asked

“No. I know you guys wouldn’t fuck anyone else the way you fuck me,” Y/n giggled

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naaaahhhhh im not normal abt dads bsf patrick at all 😭😭😭 after your unacceptable intrusion he definitely gets furious with you, maybe says some things he doesn't mean in the heat of the moment. Then you're gone. He feels like a piece of shit, not being able to get you out of his mind, overthinking in the ungodly hours of the night about how he should've reacted instead. Next time he's fucking the same woman on his bed, with her long, slender legs wrapped around his hips, he thinks of you. Your sweet, hopeful smile, the blush on your cheeks after he hugs you, your beautiful eyes looking up at him like he was the best thing in the world, a man to be worshipped. Fuck...he cums. Cums right then and there. This was not going to end well.

none of us are normal

because he hates that you got into his head. he didn’t even think of you that way. for once, he wasn't a shitty person to a girl in his life. he was like, a good male figure in your life. kinda sorta. definitely not a role model, but someone who cared about you. and it wasn't tainted - and then you'd gone and ruined it when you started crushing on him. you were desperately obvious about it, with your crop tops and short shorts and wanting to be around him more and more. big batting lashes and singing his praises.

you'd ruined it - because he's not a good man, and he noticed your body. he'd noticed and he'd had reactions to it and he'd worked to keep thos reactions under wraps, putting distance between you, making himself less available. you'd find someone your age, he was sure. you only wanted him because he was older and 'bad' in your eyes. rugged and forbidden. every girl who grew up too sweetly wanted to be corrupted. it was boredom. he'd chased the same things when he was younger and bored. women older than him, girls he couldn't have. it was the thrill. patrick fucking loved the thrill. he still did.

but he was older now. and you were his best friends daughter. and there had to be a line there, somewhere.

but then you'd gone and ruined that too, when you'd cried in his kitchen because he had another woman over. like he was betraying you somehow. and he knew he'd probably not drawn the line deep enough in the sand as he should have.

he remembered your face when he told you, you shouldn't come around anymore - that it wasn't appropriate - how you'd gotten all misty eyed like he'd pulled the rug out from under you and asked if that meant he didn't like you anymore and he'd closed his eyes because he was in alot deeper shit than he thought if you were worried about him liking you. it wasn't about that. he cared about you. but it wasn't. it couldn't be - anything. because you were young and impressionable and his fucking best friends daughter, for fucks sake.

he'd seen you as a baby. held you in his arms when you were a toddler and bounced you on his shoulders. do you know how fucked it is, you wanting him to feel something for you when he remembers what you looked like all chubby cheeked with baby fat and missing teeth you'd put under your pillow for the tooth fairy? do you know what kind of person you're asking him to be when you walk into his home with your nipples poking through your shirs and acting like a little fucking housewife?

do you want to ruin his life? ruin his relationship with your dad? ruin whats left of his conscious? and all for, what? a good fuck from an older man? a quick step into the wild side before you skipped on back happily to the white picket fence you live behind and go back to dating men your own age? is that it? you want him to fuck you - teach you what its like to cum - before you settle down?

his life isn't a fucking game or a dalliance. he's fucking fed up with you and your blasé attitude. you're nothing but a spoiled fucking brat.

that'd made you cry. big fat tears. and of course he'd felt like shit. like someone had reached into his chest and punched his heart. girls like you shouldn't cry.

"but-" you'd blubbered. "its n-not a game to me. i love you- i want you -"

fuck. fuck, fuck. fuck.

over and over again in his head.

"dont say that." in a cracked voice. "god, please. dont fucking say that. you dont mean it -"

"i do!" trembling jaw and determined tear filled eyes pinning him in place. you had so much fire in you. "you think i want to feel this way? that i dont know how fucked up it is? that i havent tried to feel different? you're not some - some ride on the wild side i wanna take - you're the only person i think about. do you get that? im supposed to be thinking about guys from the football team. shawn from fucking economics. but all i can fucking think about is you. you're in my dreams! you're everywhere. its not fair! its not fair you're everything and i have to deal with it alone - you cant - you cant s-say i dont mean what i feel - you cant say that - you dont know- "

its blurry after that. he thinks he stood there in shock for a moment. he thinks he said some mean shit. insensitive shit. shit that made you run out of his house in tears. he didn't go after you.

you can't have feelings for him. you can't. it'd be too destructive. the last time patrick loved someone.... it didn't end well. and that was without the whole essential power dynamic and grooming situation going on. shit. had he groomed you? that thought haunted him more than he wanted to admit. and not in ways he was proud of.

he'd tried to put you out of his mind. buried himself in other women - in their slick welcoming bodies - but the thinks of you during - which. fuck.

he cant help it and its entirely your fault.

he has a perfectly hot woman under him and she's doing all the right things - clenching on his cock - raking her nails down his back - moaning his name - and all he can think about is your pink nail polish - girlish and sparkly - gripping onto the muscles of his shoulders and back.

all he can think about is your sweet voice and how it'd sound in different tones like when you're begging for it harder or crying out because he's so big - he's sure he'd tear you open- that the tears he saw on your face in his kitchen would look so much better sliding down your cheeks when its his cock you're crying on.

he thinks most horribly of your pussy. the tight grip of it - how small and new you'd be - how he'd get to crack you wide open, split you apart, teach you all the ways to please a man, all the way your body can bend to take him inside you. have you ever thought about having something in your ass? because he'd want to take it. put his tongue and fingers there - bully his cock in next - god, that bratty little mouth - he could really fucking punish it, couldn't he? punish you for saying whimsical shit like you think about him all the time.

would you still look up at him with those big worshipful eyes with your throat full of his cock and drool spilling down your chin? if you wanted him so much - would you let him do whatever he wanted? with that same adoration in your eyes?

he cums with that thought in mind. has to bite the womans shoulder so he doesn't groan your name. his cum fills up the condom and all he can think is, if it was you under him, he'd be inside you raw.

#ask #why did this take me 3 hrs to write lmao its not even GOOD #bfd!patrick #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig smut #tw: grooming

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He arrives after a phone call to find his girlfriend in the hospital. With three grown, fully armed, fully trained and fully built men hospitalized. What does he do?

Cael

It's the same old, same old. He'll mess with their memories a little bit, making sure they don't remember about her Illustra, or about her in general to prevent unnecessary problems. Maybe he'll rewrite their memories, painting her in a harmless light to prevent them from seeing her as a threat.

After all, he can't have them going after her for her powers, that's the last thing he wants, for her to be locked up by someone else. Thankfully, she's taken the extra precaution to not show them too much of her powers, so there's not much he has to do.

He's pretty chill about it. He knows her well enough that even three specialised agents are a piece of cake for someone as skilled as her. He's more worried about the aftermath more than anything.

Sure he'll do a quick checkup on her, old habits die hard after all, but once he's sure that not so much as a scratch got to her, he'll simply smile and ask her what she wants for dinner as if it were a just a normal day.

"Would you prefer to go out tonight, or would you liked it better if I cooked for you instead? You must be famished."

She sidles up to him and holds his arm, requesting his cooking and stating that his homemade meals are better than any restaurant.

As she does so, Cael makes a mental note to investigate about this incident further. And he'll make sure to involve her too of course, but for tonight, he wants to make sure they can spend their time together in peace.

Alkaid

He is extremely freaked out and worried out of his mind, of course. When he gets the call, the first thing he does is rush to the hospital - on foot mind you - and on his way there, the first thing he prays for is her safety and well-being.

Alkaid doesn't quite have a grasp on how powerful his girlfriend is. Sure, he knows that she can take care of herself, but he's still going to be worried as hell. And that's a horrific understatement.

It doesn't help that it was his mom who had informed him of the incident, not his girlfriend. So it's not like he ever got a sign that she was actually okay. Or maybe he had just conveniently forgotten his mom telling him that she was okay.

So when he arrives at the hospital, the first thing he does is do a quick scan over her to pinpoint any injuries only to find instead his very perfectly fine girlfriend, three mummified men wrapped up on the hospital beds, and his own mother, who gives him a stare of...disappointment? She thought she taught him better to listen properly when the other party is speaking.

His girlfriend comes over worried, and wipes the heavy stream of sweat from his brow with her handkerchief all the while fussing over him. She takes his hand and places it on her face, despite Alkaid protesting about how he stinks. All she does is giggle though.

"Thank you for being worried about me, Alkaid. But as you can see, I'm not hurt. I'm not hurt at all."

And he is so, so relieved.

He also almost forgets about her assailants however, who now sports major injuries. Later on, his mother informs him that the matter will be dealt with, and decides to send his respects and well-wishes to the men, wishing for their speedy recovery being the sweet person he is.

Ayn

He is utterly flabbergasted and bamboozled, when he receives a call in the middle of the night and his girlfriend claims that she has committed a crime with a worried voice. And it gets worse when she tells him she's at the hospital. So despite it being very late into the night, he makes the trip to check up on her.

...And finds himself face to face with three men (well, not facing them per say, with all of them knocked out on the beds) sporting several injuries, and the hospital staff praising his girlfriend for calling for help so quickly. To which he calls bull, if the nervous twitch in her eyes and the fidgeting of her feet are of any indication to go by.

He pulls her aside later and asks what happen and it takes a while for him to put two and two together when she says in a sheepish voice;

"Well, I might have um....beaten them up?"

He wants to laugh, and almost does. His little painter defeating three grown men? But all amusement is lost as he hears her recount her story and his heart nearly drops all the way down to his stomach when she reaches the part where she was ambushed.

And honestly? He doesn't feel sorry for them. Not one bit and thinks they got what was rightfully theirs. And he's angry enough to want to get revenge on them while they're still unconscious but composes himself before he does anything extreme.

He kicks the legs of their beds before they leave though, he's petty enough for that.

Putting that aside, he can't help but feel proud of how strong his girlfriend is and always laughs silently to himself whenever his bodyguards insist on following him everywhere. Having his little painter by his side is all he needs, literally.

"It seems that I've become your partner-in-crime for this."

Clarence

In all honesty, when Clarence picks up the phone and hears his girlfriend inform him about her very unexpected, and not at all peaceful encounter, he's worried, of course. But the first thought that crosses through his mind as he sets the phone down and he gets up to go see her is;

"I hope she didn't kill them."

Clarence has a lot of confidence in her strength, or more specifically, her combat abilities. While he's never truly seen her in action, he has most certainly seen the aftermath of their scuffle with Heinrich after counting not one, not three, but several men in black sprawled on the floor half-dead when he goes after her.

Safe to say, he's more worried about the fact that she may incur any legal charges, considering that the whole situation doesn't seem like the average thug incident. He might have to find a way to bail her out in that case.

He only hopes that she won't get into any more danger while he makes his way towards her and breathes a sigh of relief when he finally meets up with her at the hospital. She is pretty much unharmed, as he had expected.

And also sees three men wrapped in layers and layers of bandages, unconscious on the hospital beds, as he had expected.

He has a mild smirk on his face as she explains to both him and the hospital staff about how she found them, lying through her teeth nervously. That stupid smile does not come off his face until she's done and he ushers her away to get a real explanation.

Lars

It takes a few minutes, honestly. To process what his girlfriend had just told him as he makes his way to the hospital. But despite her very abnormal explanation, he takes her words seriously and leaves work early just to make sure she's truly okay.

He's also pretty worried, the way he always is when it comes to her. Until he arrives at the hospital.

He has to stop himself from giggling like a school girl at the three mummies on the bed, knowing it'd be disrespectful (to an extent). But how can he help it, when his little painter is fidgeting her hands while throwing nervous glances at her now knocked out assailants?

Even then, he thinks she's lovely, and is wholly relieved she's safe.

He also can't help but feel ridiculously proud of his girlfriend for beating up three heavily built men all on her own but also feels a little bit bad for them. Maybe they were just following orders, but the smile he wears on his face is wiped off once he realises that there are people after her.

He knows she knows this too, so he decides to take her out for dinner, to alleviate her worries, even if only for a little bit and tells her he'll find a way to deal with it.

After taking her out for dinner, he offers her a pair of sunglasses to wear on the ride home to make her feel cool despite it being fully dark out at night . She takes them without hesitation though, and wears them all the way.

#lovebrush chronicles #for all time #for all time~☆#I really need more introspection on lars #also you can't not tell me the boys won't be her biggest hype man

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Hey,

Could you write an NBC Hannibal One-shot, where fem!reader was a surgeon like him, who worked along side him for a couple of weeks and later meets him after he nearly got crucified in Baltimore. After Hannibal get‘s released from the hospital, they start to get to know each other.Maybe in the end there is some fluff and smut (if you are comfortable)

Hannibal X Reader: Stitches and sweet kisses

Warnings: wounds, brief mentions of death, smut, fluff, penetration (p in v), mentions of oral, pet names, soft sex, rough sex, sub x dom (if you squint), praise kink, breeding kink, female reader, no use of y/n, female anatomy.

Word count: 2,7K

You were used to odd patients. It was a common occurrence in your line of work but you never expected this. He has been rushed in by an FBI officer and immediately taken to a room. He didn’t need any drastic surgery. His wounds were not extreme but he had lost a lot of blood and was having a hard time breathing. You should have handed him over to another doctor but the moment you laid eyes on him you’d recognized.

You only worked with him a week but you’d never forget him. You’d been one of the surgeons in the room when he lost his first patient. A little girl, no older than six. She had a tumor that needed to be removed but there had been complications during surgery. You couldn’t save her. Everyone took the loss hard but it seemed to have hit Hannibal the hardest. A day after the incident you saw him walk into the main office with his resignation. You never saw him again.

Until today that is.

There were holes in his palms and a large purple bruise around his neck that told you that there had been a rope around it. Your curiosity peaked the more you worked on healing him. He looked awfully vulnerable like this. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity. Once you’d fixed him up as best you could and put on some medication for his pain you made your way to the FBI agent outside his door. You expected they wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to know but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“What happened to him?”

“Someone tried to kill him. Jack Crawford was the one who found him. They say the guy had him positioned like Christ on the cross. I mean what kind of sick fuck does that?”

You turned back to look at Hannibal through the small glass of the door. He was out cold due to his medication but his face held a deep sadness in it.

“What kind of sick bastard indeed.”

The days passed quickly. Whenever you weren't working on healing people or helping around the hospital you found yourself hanging around Hannibal's room. You’d go in to check on his vitals but you’d soon find yourself pulling a chair next to him, your eyes traveling over his face as he slept. He was always unconscious when you were around but you couldn’t help but talk to him. As weird as it sounds it felt easy to be around him. He was the small break in the chaos of your life.

One day when you’d been taking his vitals his eyes fluttered open. You watched him look at you, his eyes traveling around the room before falling back on your face. You gave him a small smile, continuing your work. He watched you take his pressure and jot some things down on his clipboard.

“I bet you don’t remember me.”

“I never forget a face.”

“Some memory you must have.”

“It normally doesn't fail me. Though I do have a hard time with names. I can't seem to recall yours.”

You introduced yourself to him with a smile.

“Ah yes, how could I forget.”

Hannibal continued to look at you as you moved around the room. A small frown made its way to his face as he began to remember when he’d last seen you. He would never forget that day no matter how hard he tried. His heart rate spiked a bit at the memory causing you to look at him in concerne.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine. Remembering is all.”

You seemed to understand what he meant immediately, your own face twisting to match the sadness he felt inside. He didn’t remember much about you but he knew you were a good doctor. He’d walked past you on the day after the surgery and had noticed the tears in your eyes. You’d felt the loss of the girl just as much as he had. But unlike him you’d continued your work.

“How do you do it?”

“Sorry?”

“How do you keep working after…”

He couldn’t even bear to say it.

“It wasn’t easy. I took a month off. Started going to therapy before finally feeling ready to come back.”

You tugged up a chair, taking a seat next to him. Hannibal turned to look at you, his eyes focused on your face.

“I’ve lost a lot of people but I've saved a lot too. I guess that's just how it is, you know? Do what you can and try your best to keep going. Therapy helps a lot. I still go every week, it helps to talk to someone about your shit you know?”

Hannibal let out a small laugh causing you to look up at him with curiosity.

“Did I say something funny?”

“No it’s just that…well…i’m a psychiatrist.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I became one after I stopped being a surgeon.”

“How is it? I bet it must be hard.”

“It is. Some days are easier than others. But it’s like you said, I help people. That feels good.”

You move closer to his bed, your hand moving to grab his. Hannibal watches you tug his hand into yours. You look down at the bandages that cover his palm, slowly beginning to remove them. He observes the way you trace your finger over his stitches gently.

“You’re healing really well. I’ll probably be able to remove these in a couple days. How does your neck feel?”

The purple had faded but you could still see small marks where the rope had sunk into his skin.

“Is it still tender?”

You leaned over his body, your fingers moving across his throat. Hannibal lifted his head, giving you better access. From this angle he could see very little detail of your face. His breath seemed to give out for a moment, his mind entirely focused on your proximity to him. You turned your focus over to his face, your eyes meeting him. There was a deep gentleness in the way you gazed at him, it made him feel exposed. But not in a bad way.

“You okay?”

“Yes. I apologize. I’m distracted.”

“It’s alright. I have to go but if you need anything just tell them to call me okay?”

“Alright. Thank you.”

A couple of days later Hannibal was finally released. You’d walked into his room expecting it to be empty but instead you found him standing near the window. You walked over to him, stopping beside him. He turned to look at you, observing as you watched the world outside for a moment before turning to face him.

“I must tell you that as much as I love your company we aren’t a hotel.”

Hannibal smiled at you, causing you to mirror his expression.

“I’m glad to leave this room. I couldn’t take the white walls anymore. Though I must admit I'm sad I will not be seeing you everyday.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. You enjoyed your time with Hannibal immensely but you’d always thought that when he was healed your daily chats would come to a bitter end. Never in your wildest imagination would you have thought that he’d want to continue your contact outside of the hospital.

“Would you join me for dinner? It’s been awhile since i’ve had a proper meal and i would love your company.”

“I’d be delighted to. What restaurant did you have in mind?”

“Actually I was thinking I could do the cooking. It’s one of my passions you see. I’ve missed it just as I've missed having some real food.”

“You’re full of surprises aren’t you Dr Lecter?”

“You can’t even begin to imagine.”

He had been right about that. After your dinner you and Hannibal continued to keep in touch. With time your relationship grew into a friendship and soon enough you found yourself falling for the doctor. He wasn’t anything like you’d imagined him to be. He had a seemingly unlimited amount of knowledge that he was always eager to share with you. He’d have you over for dinner whenever he could, always enjoying the company and your fascination for his cooking. He’d come to your apartment from time to time, it had become a place where he could have a break from the hard days. You were always more than welcoming to him. And then one day he found himself sitting on your couch one evening, nursing a bottle of wine as the two of you listened to music.

You were sprawled out on the couch, your legs resting on Hannibals. The only sound that could be heard was of the music that played from your radio and your voice humming along to the tune. Hannibal took in the sight of you. Your eyes were closed, lips moving to form the lyrics of the song. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to share a home with you. His feeling for you should have startled him, after all he’d only known you for a little while. But there was this sort of connection he seemed to share with you. He often wondered why of all the possible doctors that could have attended him that day at the hospital you had been the one to heal him. Perhaps it was a way of some greater force telling him you were the missing piece he’d been searching for.

Your eyes opened slowly at the feeling of Hannibal's hand on your thigh. You gave him a lazy smile, shifting your body up.

“What is it?”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“You.”

Your eyes widened, heart hammering inside your chest at Hannibal's blatant confession. Perhaps it was the wine you’d been drinking or maybe it was the adoring way Hannibal was gazing at you but in a flash you crawled over to him placing a soft kiss to his lips. It was a slow kiss, tender and full of emotion. Hannibal cupped your cheek keeping your lips attached to his until he felt like he couldn't’ breath. You break the kiss, panting for air. A giggle escapes your lips as you look at Hannibal watching the corners of his eyes wrinkle as he smiles.

“You’re so beautiful. Did you know?”

You flushed at Hannibal's words, head moving to look down at your legs. Hannibal placed his finger under your chin forcing you to look into his eyes. You gaze up at him through your eyelashes, a blush littering your cheeks.

“No need to be shy, pretty girl. It’s just me.”

You didn’t know what had come over him but this Hannibal wasn’t one you were used to seeing. He seemed much less put together than usual. There was almost a homey quality to him. You lifted your body off the couch. Hannibal watched you stand his eyes gazing up at you curiously. You placed your hand out to him. He looked at your open palm for a moment before giving you his hand. You tugged him off the couch pulling him towards the hall.

“Where are you taking me dove?”

You turned to look at him with a sly grin, legs never stopping their movements.

“To my bedroom. Obviously.”

Hannibal was used to seeing you in a specific sort of light. Whenever you two would go out together you were always soft spoken and quiet, often opting to listen to him talk rather than initiating conversation. In the bedroom however you turned into a whole different person.

Your pussy fluttered around his dick as he moved into you. Your head fell back on the pillow with a moan.

“Fuck you feel so good Hannibal.”

He moved slowly, trying his hardest to be as gentle as possible. He knew your body was starting to become sensitive after all the hours he’d put into teasing you. He’d made you cum on his tongue and fingers twice before allowing you to take him in your mouth. And after fucking your throat in such a rough pace that he'd managed to make tears well up in your eyes he wanted to show you he could be gentle too. Your legs wrapped around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into the skin of his ass.

“Hannibal deeper please i-ah ugh- want to feel you.”

“Shh dove, take it slow. Can’t have you tiring yourself out.”

Hannibal leaned down, his teeth finding the shell of your ear. You whimpered as he nibbled at the skin. Your fingers clawed at his bare back trying your hardest to make him move closer into you. You were insatiable for him. Completely at his mercy and he knew it. It's why he was taking things slow. Whispering sweet nothings to you and telling you how much of a good girl you were being to him. Every time he praised you he felt your pussy grip onto him like a vice. He enjoyed the feeling just as much as he enjoyed seeing you cum. But there were limits. And you were about to discover Hannibals.

In truth you didn't expect your words to affect him so much. It was more something that turned you on then something you thought he’d enjoy but the moment the words left your lips you knew you’d hit a nerve.

In the best way possible.

He was moving at a glacial pace and you just couldn't take it any longer. You grabbed his face pulling him into a rough kiss. You tugged at his bottom lip a smirk appearing on your features as he gazed at you in hunger.

“Want you to fill me up Hannibal. Want you to put a baby in me.”

That had been the tip of the iceberg. In a flash Hannibal had flipped you around his hand shoving your face into the pillow as he lined himself up with your entrance again. Your body jerked forward as he began to thrust into you. He was going so harshly you couldn’t help but grip at the sheets. Hannibal had, all of a sudden, become more vocal than he had been the entire night.

“Feel so fucking good dear.”

His groans and grunts followed your screams of pleasure and pretty soon you were feeling your orgasm sneak up on you. Hannibal seemed to feel your need to cum his hand moving to grip at the flesh of your hips in an even harsher manner. He tugged you closer to his body, holding you still for a moment. He took in the feeling of your walls pulsating against him, his eyes closing.

“Hannibal please!”

How could he deny such a sweet thing like you? He couldn’t. So he started moving again, his free hand itching towards your clit. He maneuvered you in a way his tip could hit your g-spot perfectly and in a matter of seconds you were cumming around him. He continued to fuck into your body even as you sagged into the bed. You felt him twitch inside you before he came with a grunt of your name.

After a while Hannibal pulled out of you, throwing his body next to yours. You lifted your head off the pillow to look at him observing his chest rise and fall rapidly as he tried to regain his breath. You shifted your body so that you were lying on your side, your legs angled in Hannibal's direction. He turned to look at you, giving you a smile before tugging you closer to him. He buried his noise in your hair taking in your scent. The two of you fell into easy slumber, both completely spent.

The next morning you woke up to a sweet smell. You rose for your bed tugging on a robe before making your way to the kitchen. You smiled as you caught sight of Hannibal. He was wearing your apron but his ass was completely on display for you. You walked over to him, giving him a sharp smack on the ass. He jumped at the action, turning to look at you. You simply grinned up at him.

“You cheeky thing.”

“You know you love it.”

He did in fact love it.

Actually, he loved everything about you.

“Whatcha making?”

“Pancakes.”

“Yum. How can I help?”

“Grab the eggs from the fridge for me.”

“Okay.”

The two of you moved in perfect union as if things had always been like this. And perhaps they always would be.

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