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nanaslutt · 10 months ago

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Giving bf Takuma a massage (gone wild)

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"You're the love of my life you know that right?" Takuma spoke muffled as he lay on his bed on his stomach, shirtless and waiting. You couldn't help but smile at him, it was just a massage, but Ino couldn't help but praise you for even the smallest things you did. "I love you too baby." You smiled down at him, swinging your leg over his body as you sat down on the back of his thighs, running a single finger from the top of his spine to the dimple in the middle of his back.

You watched his back arch under the small movement, goosebumps rising on his skin. "I'm gonna fall asleep in two seconds if you keep touching me like that, then I won't even be able to enjoy it." You shook your head as you leaned over him and grabbed the massage oil from the nightstand, popping the cap off as you spoke, "That's the point of a massage, Takuma." You turned the bottle upside down and hovered it over his back, speaking again before he could respond, "Might be a little cold."

You squeezed the bottle, watching the clear liquid drip onto his toned back. A hiss fell from between his teeth as he tensed his body before relaxing. "Cold." He said, his fingers uncurling from the fist he balled them in. " Told you, now be quiet." Takuma made a sound of understanding just as you placed your fingers in the oil that pooled on his back, rubbing it in small circles before you added your other hand.

His skin was so hot, that the oil warmed to him immediately. You wet both your hands in the oil and started rubbing it over the expanse of his back with gentle pressure, a soft sigh slipping between Ino's lips as you caressed his body. "Love yer hands," He slurred, his cheek squished against the pillow as he lay with his head facing the side.

"I barely even started." You said just as you dragged your hands to the top of his back and pressed down under his shoulder blades, working out the muscles there first. "I know, love when you touch me." He responded, shifting a bit when you started the massage, making the towel you were sitting on that covered his butt and lower thighs pull down a bit.

The towel was Ino's idea, of course, the man insisting he strip down to nothing to be as authentic as possible, always with the dramatics. Ino groaned shamelessly when you put some of your weight on your knees and kneaded your hands into his back with your body weight. "Too much?" You asked, not letting up the pressure until he told you otherwise. "No, don't stop. Feels good." He almost slurred, his eyes shut in bliss. His body was relaxing more and more by the second.

You smiled a bit at that, he was always so vocal with his thoughts. He would make a horrible prisoner, you thought, spilling all the secrets he knew without thinking twice. You caressed his sides, sliding your hands down until you reached his waist before you pressed them against his lower back, making small circles where the hem of his boxers usually sat. Ino's back arched when you pressed there, a sharp intake of breath heard through his nose.

You knew there was nothing inherently sexual about this, but your boyfriend was making the same noises he usually made in bed and his body was bending and responding to your touch alone, it was hard to not let your thoughts wander. "Feel good right here?" You asked, adding more pressure to the bottom of his spine. Ino just nodded, his eyebrows furrowing together in pure bliss. His body was so slack under you.

You massaged his body until he was mush under your fingers, spending extra time on his shoulders because the pleasured noises were too good to miss. You had one trick up your sleeve you knew was gonna put him to sleep fully. Curling your fingers, you started at the top of his shoulders before slowly caressing his skin with your nails, gently, barely even touching him. The response was immediate, Ino's whole body shook when he realized what you were doing, making the towel you were sitting on move a bit, exposing a few inches of his smooth booty.

It would be so easy to take a bite right now. Tempting as it was, it would ruin all your work on making him so relaxed and pliant, so you averted your eyes, but made no move to pull up the towel. The eye candy was welcomed. "Spiderssss," Ino sighed when you started gently tickling your nails down his back, the goosebumps making an appearance again. "Knew you would love this." You giggled, watching the corner of his mouth curl into a satisfied smile.

You scratched your nails gently down the expanse of his back, over his sides, up back, and over his shoulders before descending lower down his back. At this point, he was so unresponsive you were sure he had fallen asleep. You continued drawing shapes and patterns on his back with your dull nails as you let your eyes fall back down to his ass, the little bit that wasn't covered by the towel.

Sliding your hands down, you pulled the towel back on the other side, the top of his ass exposed, and still, there was no response from Takuma. A smile forced its way onto your face as you started tickling your nails on his ass, the same as you did with his back. "Why does that feel so good?" Ino slurred, making you laugh at how sleepy he sounded. You were sure he was asleep, but you were glad he had no intentions of putting an end to your fun.

With his pleased response, you pulled the towel down completely, resting it where your thighs met the bottom of his ass. "My butt is cold now," Ino complained. "Not for long." You responded, picking up the oil and dripping some onto his skin, watching it slide down the outside of his ass. Ino tensed, the sight making you stifle your laugh. "You're cruel for not giving me a warning," Ino said, a little more coherently now that the shock of the cold oil had startled him.

"You're fiiine, just wait till I get my hands on your ass." You teased, rubbing your hands together and smirking at him as he cracked his eye open and peered down at you. "You sound so mischievous when you talk about my ass, baby." He closed his eyes and smiled just as you placed your hands on him, massaging the surprisingly plump backside of him. How he grew an ass like this you had no idea, but you were endlessly envious.

You massaged him in circles, working out the nonexistent knots, enjoying yourself with this most unnecessary massage. It was hard to not focus on what was between his ass each time you massaged your hands outwards, but you forced yourself to watch the muscles in his back ripple instead. You dragged your hands back up his body, his skin endlessly hot under your fingertips. "Shit," Ino breathed when you dug the heels of your hands into his back as you slid them up and down.

You were more confident bringing your hands back down to his ass now that you've crossed that line. Not that it was a line you were worried about crossing in the first place. Ino made it abundantly clear that his body belonged to you. You wondered if that sentiment extended to the little hole between his legs you always wanted to say hello to.

You slid your hands over his ass and rubbed your thumbs into the dimples of his lower back, bending your body over him as he arched and groaned at the contact. He nuzzled you with the side of his head as you placed a tender kiss against his oily skin, another on his neck, and finished with his cheek before you pulled back and continued pressing into his skin. "Love you so fucking much." Takuma groaned, making your heart swell in your chest.

"Love you too," You responded, placing your hands back on his butt. Scooting down his thighs you leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of his ass, making him laugh quietly. "Love this peach, too." You smiled, sliding back up his thighs. "Yeah?" He teased, wiggling his ass up at you. If only he knew how much he was really tempting you right now, he would clench his cheeks and run for the hills. "Mhm," You responded, bringing your thumbs closer to the inside of his ass purposefully before you massaged him in circles.

Ino went quiet again, his breathing steady, the occasional breath or light, barely there groan falling from between his lips. You spread him open just a bit more than before, exposing his hole. "Feels dangerous when you do that," Ino said, his words soft. You were glad your center was hovering between his legs, or he would feel just how much you were twitching for him. "What? This?" You teased, spreading him open more boldly now that he pointed it out.

Ino shifted his body under you, his ass tensing a bit before he relaxed. "Yeah, I know you're getting an eyeful right now." He smiled, his eyes still shut. "It's not the worst view in the world." You shrugged, bringing your thumbs dangerously close to his hole as you spread him open. Ino hissed at that, his ass clenching under your hands. "Baby…" He whispered, almost shyly.

You had to close your eyes and take a deep breath before you responded, already knowing the direction you wnated to take this. "Hm? What is it, tamuka?" You teased, feigning innocence as you slid one of your hands up his back, the thumb of your other hand finally making contact with his hole. You barely applied any pressure, but you still felt how he tightened at the contact. You swallowed hard, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth as you felt his breathing increase, your hand moving up and down faster against his back.

"Feels weird, babe." He responded. You slowly rubbed your thumb in circles against his hole, your other hand massaging his mid-back, trying to distract him a bit. "Do you want me to stop?" You asked, silently praying to every god that would listen that he wouldn't ask you to stop. Takuma was silent for a while, soaking in your touch before he laughed, "Should've known you were up to something when you started touching my ass." You laughed in return, "It's hard to resist."

"Got me all relaxed so you could stick a finger in my butt," You smiled at that, dragging your other hand back down his body and grabbing the oil. "I don't hear you telling me to stop," You countered, pulling his ass cheek to the side as you popped the cap and let some of the oil drizzle on top of your thumb that was pressed against his hole. "I'm nervous, I'll tell you that," Takuma responded. The two of you haven't talked much about anal play on his end, never going farther than jokes about it.

"We can try it out, and if you hate it I'll stop immediately." You assured him, rubbing the new oil against his ass. You listened to him release a shaky breath as he shifted his hips against the bed. Likely in what he thought was a subtle shifting motion, but you knew he was trying to relieve his undoubtedly hard dick that was pressed between his stomach and the bed. The wind blowing too strongly made this man's dick hard.

"Fuck…" Ino breathed, contemplating while you continued to massage his cheek with one hand, circling his rub with the other. You knew he needed a little guidance, so you decided to start things off and he knew to speak up if he didn't want this. "Spread your legs a little wider," You instructed, smiling when he did so immediately. "I feel like a virgin," Ino joked, the side of his face that was visible to you practically glowing with how red he was.

"I mean, you are when it comes to this spot," You responded, pushing harder on the puckered hole and meeting resistance. Ino arched his back, his lip twitching in what looked like uncertainly. "Is this how you felt?" He asked. Ino always got talkative when he was nervous, and you would gladly distract him and talk him through it if that's what he needed right now.

"I mean, a little. It wasn't bad when you found my sweet spot." You said, reaching down with your other thumb and forcing his hole to open a bit for you. "S-shit," He cursed when you pressed the tip of your thumb in, "I h-have one of those back here, don't I?" Takuma questioned. "Uh-huh, you men were born for a little booty fingering," You joked, hoping your light-hearted tone would help him through the hardest of this.

He laughed a bit before grinding his hips into the comforter again. "My dick fucking huuurts," He whined, his breath coming out choppy, and panted as you pressed your thumb deeper, feeling how tight he was around you. "Did someone say you couldn't touch yourself orr?" You teased, looking around mockingly. Ino scoffed, his hole relaxing a bit, giving you a good opportunity to fully put your thumb inside him.

"It's kinda h-hard when I move I can really feel your finger in there." You smiled before pulling out fully, laughing when his whole body relaxed with the lack of intrusion. "You're supposed to feel it. Just wait till I find your prostate, you'll really wanna feel that." You knew the general area in which it was supposed to be, you just really wished you would be able to find it or this experience would be a flop.

Ino took the reprieve of your finger in his ass to thrust his hips into the mattress a few times, groans and sighs slipping from his lips as you worked on oiling up your fingers. "You look good like that," You praised, watching him tense again and stop his humping when you placed your middle finger against his hole and pressed in hard, his rim opening up more easily. "Used to fuck my pillow before you came a-around, fuck, remember why I liked it so much," Ino tried to joke while his breaths came heavier.

"Breathe, baby, I can't go deep if you're so tense," You cooed, leaning over him and pressing a kiss to the middle of his back as you thrust your finger inside him. "Shiiiit, shit, shit, fuck I really feel it baby," Takuma babbled, squeezing around your finger. "You okay?" You asked, keeping your finger still as you peppered his skin with more kisses.

"Yeah, fuck," He laughed, "Feels so fucking weird." You smiled, glad he wasn't hating this so far. "Good, just need to find that little spot now…" You thought out loud, circling your finger downwards where you thought it was supposed to be. Takuma let out a loud gasp, his hips thrusting forward on their own. Okay, well. You found it a lot sooner than you thought. Silently giving yourself a fistbumb you sat up so you could watch his face and body respond.

"Was that it?" You asked, making sure he wasn't in pain. "T-think so, shit, what the hell was that? Never felt anything like that." He sighed, his breaths now coming in quick pants. "Your prostate, baby." You said just as you curled it again, thrusting forward a bit as you did. "Oh holy fuuck," Ino groaned, his body tensing as he gripped the sheet in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

You pulled your finger back before pushing it back in, curling at the same time. The moan Ino let out was unrestrained and made you throb between the legs. "Feel good?" Ino just nodded his head as you curled it again, the muscle in his jaw clenching and unclenching as you fingered him. You reached over with your free hand and laced your fingers with his, which he immediately laced back, holding onto you for dear life.

You kissed the back of his hand before sitting up and curling your finger over and over again, not going too fast but setting a good pace. Each time you moved, a moan was forced from his throat, no matter how much he wanted to keep it down. "S-slower please," You listened as soon as he got the words out, noticing his body relax when you thrust and curled a bit slower. "That's fucking intense," Ino sighed, his shoulders heaving with his pants.

"Yeah? What's it feel like?" You asked curiously, pulling your finger almost all the way out before pressing it back in, making him whine. "Feels like your… inside my dick, but also my stomach, like… a fire." His description was so bad it made you laugh out loud. "Hey, you asked." He shrugged. "You think you can cum like this?" You asked, pressing against his prostate and keeping your finger there, rubbing it in circles. Ino gripped your hand tightly, muffled groans getting blocked by his teeth as he was forced to take the pleasure you gave him.

"W-ith out my d-dick?" He forced out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his back arched. "Yeah," You responded, picking up the pace a bit as you began thrusting again. "D-don't know, fuck fuck, m-maybe," You were about to encourage him when you angled your finger down more and pressed harder, keeping the pace but adding more pressure. "Oh fuck!" Ino practically yelled, his body trying to curl in on itself. "Oh fuck, do that again," He begged, shaking your hand, whether he knew he was doing it or not you didn't know.

You obeyed right away, licking your lips as you aimed your finger for that sweet spot deep in his ass and abused it. "Yes- oh- my god- yesyesyes," Ino groaned from between his teeth, you couldn't speak, you were so turned on you couldn't focus on anything but him and his reactions. Ino stated thrusting his hips against the mattress, matching the pace of your fingers while thrusting himself back on your finger at the same time. "Baby, babybaby," He was babbling, his words barely coherent.

"I'm right here Takuma, I got you, do what feels good I got you," You managed to get out through the intense brain fog. His pleasure seemed to go from 0-100 in just a few moments, and you were eating it up. Ino reached behind him with his other hand and gripped your wrist tightly, his other hand unlocking it from your own fingers as he leaned on his side and reached for his cock--his cock that looked so red and so wet it looked painful. It looked like he already came.

"Keep going, close," He grit out, furiously jerking himself off as you quickly adjust to the new angle of him on his side, thrusting your finger in his tightening hole. His abs and leg muscles were spasming and jerking with your every movement. His eyebrows rose up as he nodded his head, his jaw falling open, drool spilling from the side of his lips. "Harder, h-harder, cumming im, Im- fuck!" Takuma barely got his words out before his body was curling in on itself as cum flooded over his fingers, making a mess of his hand and the sheets next to him.

You continued working his ass, forcing out every last drop of cum from his balls. You didn't stop moving your finger until he gripped your wrist will his full strength, mumbling something about it being too much. You slowly pulled out, the movement making him hiss, his body tensing before he went lax like a pile of jello. You wiped your hand on the bed next to you before pushing his shoulder down so he was lying on his back. His eyes were still screwed shut, his hand gripping the base of his dick hard even as it started to soften.

Stradling his hips you held his face in your hands, kissing his brow and eyelids and he fought to catch his breath. "Holy fuck," he cursed, finally releasing his dick and letting his hand fall aside, his eyes opening. His gaze looked unfocused as he stared up at you like you hung the stars in the sky. "Holy fuck is right, that was so hot," You smiled, caressing his cheek as he leaned into it like a cat. "Uh, huh, thought I was gonna die with how hard I came," He teased, though it did look like a big one.

"You gonna let me finger ur ass now?" Ino wiggled his eyebrows at you, his teasing demeanor coming back fast. "Hell no, nice try though. If I ever grow a prostate, I'll let you know." Ino pouted dramatically, sitting up to bury his head in the crook of your neck. "Fine… but give me a couple of minutes to recover and I'll eat your pussy real good," His casual dirty words made you clench around nothing as you nodded, cradling his head against you. "Sounds good to me."

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miniseokminnies · 4 months ago

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the subtle art of stirring the pot —- l.sm

⭑.ᐟ pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader ⭑.ᐟ theme: coworkers to lovers, annoyances to lovers, sous chef!seokmin ⭑.ᐟ w/c: 9k ⭑.ᐟ warnings: 18+ MDNI, mentions of food, stressful work environment, insults, jealousy, switch!seokmin, switch!reader, semi public make outs, protected sex (that's a yes yes), marking, fingering, multiple orgasms, slight angst, miscommunications ⭑.ᐟ a/n: written as part of the Lonely Hearts Café collab put on by @camandemstudios - make sure to check out the full collab masterlist here send over some love! (haha get it) thanks a million to my lovely beta readers: @tomodachiii and @lovetaroandtaemin and a special shoutout to @seungkw1 for betaing and overall keeping me sane

Ring ring ring

The chaos of a kitchen is only aided by the sound of orders being put in. Saturdays are statistically the busiest days of the week, and being a restaurant in New York City, Quartz and Serenity is no exception. You had been frantically chopping carrots for the better part of an hour.

“Y/N!” The head chef called out to you, “Go get more mushrooms, chicken, and sherry for me please.” Without another word you jogged toward the walk in refrigerator to retrieve the ingredients. The last few years you’ve spent in this kitchen has allowed you to map it all out to a science, which in a way it was. You felt like a part of this well oiled machine and you handled the pressure with ease.

You piled the ingredients in your arms and pushed out of the walk in. You began to unpack the items on the counter next to the chef. He instructed you to take them out of their packages and begin chopping them for him. While the dinner service ran smoothly, there was an air of stress that always comes with being short staffed. You always pulled it off though, and tonight was no different.

The moment you crossed from the hallway into your apartment, you dropped your bag to the floor and kicked off your shoes. You smelled like grease and sweat. The apartment was bathed in the yellow light above your stove you left on this morning. There were dishes in the sink and cook books stacked up around the kitchen.

Sighing, you dragged yourself to the bathroom. You dropped your chef’s coat into the laundry pile and waited for the water to get warm. Once hot, the water ran over you, loosening your tight muscles. You stood in the stall staring at the wall for several minutes, mind wandering to what ingredients you had in your refrigerator and whether or not you should just order something.

The water sputtered and threatened to turn cold all too quickly. You rushed through your routine, savoring the last few drops of warm water. It went straight from warm to ice cold in seconds as you were rinsing your conditioner out of your hair.

Clad in pajamas, you stared into the boiling water on the stove. You dumped probably too much pasta into the water and turned to the other burner. You mixed together ingredients in a pan over the fire to make a sauce. This was a typical meal for you after manning the kitchen at Quartz and Serenity because it was easy and not on the menu.

No matter how much you enjoyed cooking, you always tended to get tired of the food that you worked around all day. Customer complaints and repetitive pressure did that to you. You wouldn’t change a thing though, this is what you loved.

“Everyone!” You heard the booming voice of the head chef call through the kitchen, “I have someone to introduce you to!” The staff and yourself meandered to the center of the kitchen where Chef Choi was standing with a man you didn’t recognize. He was around your age, maybe a bit older. His features were so striking, you almost missed the chef’s coat he was wearing.

“This is Chef Lee,” your boss smiled, clapping the man on the back, “He is our new sous chef!” You didn’t hear anything he said after that, you felt like the walls were closing in on you. You could feel eyes on you but you stared straight ahead. You could feel your jaw tighten as you bored a hole into Chef Lee’s stupid head with your eyes.

Once you were dismissed back to your stations to prepare for dinner service you saw him hovering near your station out of the corner of your eye.

“Can I help you?”

“Oh!” He smiled sheepishly. “I just wanted to introduce myself to everyone individually! You can call me Seokmin.” “Okay, can I get back to what I need to do, Chef Lee?” You looked back to your knife.

“Uh, sure…what is your name first?”

“Y/N.” You gestured to the nametag pinned to your coat. He nodded and wandered away towards the wait staff. You rolled your eyes.

Throughout the night you were tasked with showing your new coworker the way things run at Quartz and Serenity and much to your displeasure, he was very excited to be there. Every so often he gave you room to breathe by floating around the kitchen, observing everything. However, everytime he returned to your side you thought you might punch him.

Somehow you made it through the dinner service. It wasn’t your turn to clean up the kitchen tonight so you bolted to the bus station as fast as possible. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone, knowing that you might get sucked into doing something with your coworkers.

Once on the bus you check your class schedule on your phone, only to realize with horror that you have a test tomorrow. Your stomach turned with the dread of having to be up all night studying, again.

—-

“Need any help with anything?” Seokmin’s sickly sweet voice offered at your side.

“No.” You were already on edge today, you made it through your test by the skin of your teeth and your professor made that abundantly clear. You had no time, or patience, for him right now.

“I saw you prep yesterday, I could do part of that for you,” he pushed.

“No thank you, Chef Lee.” You asserted through gritted teeth. “I would ask Chef Choi if I were you.” He slinked away like a kicked puppy while you continued chopping vegetables. It’s not your fault that he is completely out of his element and didn’t know what he was doing.

However, when orders came pouring in you noticed that his confidence seemed to double from last night. He was able to keep up with different elements, even without knowing the recipes very well yet.

The kitchen was louder than it had been in months, the new addition to your team taking it upon himself to fill the room with music, from his own mouth, to your dismay. You weren’t sure how much of his relentless optimism you could take, especially today. He floated around the kitchen with a carelessness that you would never be able to comprehend.

To your horror, at the end of the night Chef Choi announced that tonight was the most efficient night the restaurant has had in several weeks.

“You’re singing.” You deadpanned without looking up from the vegetables on your cutting board.

“Y/NNNNN” Seokmin mused, “How was your dayyy?”

“Don’t ask me how I’ve been.” You forced your knife through a carrot, “Just do your job, and stop singing.” There were exactly three seconds of silence before Seokmin moved from singing to humming. You slammed your knife down onto the cutting board. “I’m taking a five!” You huffed and turned toward the walk-in. Seokmin stopped humming.

The tears started as soon as the door closed behind you. Your back slid down the wall, the coldness biting through your clothes. It was stupid to cry, but you couldn’t help it; he was so infuriating. You had no idea what Chef Choi saw in him. The tears sliding down your cheeks smudged the swipe of mascara you put on this morning? Yesterday? Couldn’t have been more than two days ago…

The door opened.

“So, what’s up?” Seokmin asked softly, leaning against the wall next to you.

“Oh my god!” You cried, “Can’t you leave me alone for a single second?”

“I did,” he blinked at you, “If I had it my way, I would’ve followed right away.”

“I’m in here because of you!” Your voice cracked, a new bout of tears threatening to spill, “I would have loved it if you didn’t come in at all!”

“Well….technically, I’m…kind of your boss.”

“God, ew, no not really,” you scrunched your face in a look of disgust, “Chef Choi is our boss.”

“Y/N, what did I ever do to you?”

“The kitchen ran smoothly without you!” You informed him, “Everything was fine without you!”

“Now wait a minute,” there was an edge to his voice that you had never heard before, “I have never messed anything up.”

“Well–”

“No,” he cut you off, “Seriously, you may not like how I operate, that’s fine, but you aren’t going to sit here and tell me that I’m a problem in this kitchen.” His words were firm but it was hard to miss the tears swelling in his eyes.

“This is serious to me.” You hardened your gaze.

“And it isn’t to me?”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

“God,” He sighed. “Y/N, maybe this can be a lesson for you. No one is ever going to do things exactly as you expect them to. That doesn’t mean they’re wrong.” He stood up to leave.

“You can’t just walk away after you talked down to me!” You shot to your feet. “You think I’m some dumb kid!” He turned to look at you, you chose to ignore the glimmer of a tear on his cheek. “I’m at the top of my class! I know what I’m doing!”

“What are you trying to prove?” His voice rose now too, “I never said you didn’t know what you were doing! Do you want me to?” You blinked at him. “You couldn’t even julienne the carrots today! Why? All because I was singing?” He wiped the tear away from his skin angrily. He moved toward you and crowded you against the wall. The proximity forced you to look up at him, his face was stone. “What’s your problem with me, Y/N?” He whispered, looking down his nose at you. The cold of the refrigerator made the warm breath fanning across your cheeks even harder to ignore.

“We have a kitchen to get back to…” You tried to avoid looking at his lips.

“You don’t think I’m serious about this,” he planted his hand on the wall next to your head, “So does it matter if I get back to that kitchen?”

“You said I didn’t know what I’m doing! So I guess the kitchen doesn’t need either of us at this point!” You jutted your chin up defiantly. He chuckled sarcastically.

“You’re being so ridiculous right now, are you like this with every new hire?”

“No, only the ones I find irritating,” and incredibly attractive, your thoughts wandered. Rookie mistake, your eyes flit to his lips before you had time to think. When your eyes returned to his he was looking at you, absolutely bewildered. Then, in one swift motion he smashed his lips to yours. The way he kissed you was just as angry as the way he was talking to you moments ago; his lips moved with a fervor that was almost malicious.

Your fingers found the front of his chef’s coat, you attempted to pull him closer. He whined into your mouth at the feeling of being wanted. The sound awakened something in you and heat settled in your stomach. You shifted your weight trying to ignore it. Seokmin nudged you with his knee until you parted your legs slightly for him to slot his thigh between. He was firm and muscular pressed against your core and it took everything in you to not rock against it.

With a jolt you remembered where you were and who you were with. You pushed against his chest until he moved away from you. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Seokmin seemed as though he realized the same thing.

“Come out when you're ready,” he nodded and left the walk-in without looking back. You tightened your ponytail and took a deep breath before following him out. You returned to your station and picked up the knife you abandoned before the ordeal. “Thin as matchsticks, Y/N.” Seokmin reminded you through kiss-bruised lips.

“Table 13 sends its compliments to the chef!” Soonyoung comes barreling into the kitchen carrying plates to deposit into the wash.

“That was the last table right?” Seokmin breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yup!” Soonyoung popped the “P” and punctuated the exclamation by dumping the dishes he was carrying into the sink. You had the day off and Seokmin felt the pressure of your absence throughout the entire day.

The encounter he had with you was heavy on his mind all day, the first day he’s spent in this kitchen without you by his side. He still couldn’t figure out what it was that he could have possibly done to you in the short time you’ve worked together.

“Hey Soonyoung?” He called without thinking. Soonyoung turned to him with a questioning look on his face. “You’ve been here a while right?” “Yeah, why?” Soonyoung reached around Seokmin and grabbed at the carrots, earning him a slap on the hand. He winced and pulled his hand to his chest.

“Can you think of any reason Y/N would dislike me?”

“Hm? Y/N?” Soonyoung mumbled, “Oh! The scary one. Yeah I try not to talk to her much.”

“Because she scares you?” “Because she scares me.” Soonyoung nodded.

“She wanted your job.” One of the waitresses, Jeongyeon, asserted from the doorway. Seokmin switched his attention to her, almost begging her to clarify. She sighed and adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “She’s about to graduate, the position was vacant for so long that she was under the impression that Chef Choi had decided to hold it for her.” Seokmin moved across the kitchen to beg her to tell him everything.

“Why would she assume that?” He pleaded.

“You have no idea how long your position was vacant, do you?” She turned to leave, “She was acting as unofficial sous chef for almost a year. In her opinion there’s no reason she shouldn’t have your job by now, diploma or not.” He looked down at the floor. "Oh, and stop looking at her with those puppy dog eyes, she'll chop your fingers off."

Eventually, Seokmin dragged himself home. His apartment felt too big, too empty. He wished he could stop thinking about you, if he was honest. He stared into his pantry and quickly decided he had no desire to actually cook. He popped an instant ramen into the microwave and went to go change his clothes.

The microwave was beeping four minutes later, he pulled the cup out and narrowly avoided burning his hand on the outside. He set the ramen on the counter and dug through the refrigerator in search of something to drink. There was not a lot to be found, besides a full pack of wine coolers he bought weeks ago in hopes he could invite some people from work over to celebrate working together, clearly that never happened.

About two hours later, Seokmin was crying to the credits of Dear Evan Hansen with five empty wine coolers on his coffee table and a sixth to his lips. Whether he was crying over the movie or something else entirely, he wasn’t sure.

He still couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to you, he had new information to mull over, but he still couldn’t understand why you hated him. He would’ve talked it over with you if you just came to him with the issue instead of giving him the silent treatment. Even worse, he couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of your lips on his.

Your lips and the warmth of your body against his had been running through his mind since it happened. He continued to sip from the bottle as he thought about you. He admired you in a way, so headstrong and willing to go after what you wanted, even if that got him yelled at. He didn’t really care, he realized you were pretty even when you were insulting him.

Soon the bottle was empty and Seokmin’s eyes were closed thinking about your mouth. He knew he would never live it down if you knew, but that didn’t stop him from delivering the soft initial touches over his shorts. Eventually pulling them down, letting his semi hard cock spring free, and pumping himself until he was stiff.

His voice surprised him, sounding foreign to his ears, whispering your name to his empty apartment. Everything became muffled as he heard the blood rushing in his ears, he felt his own hips sputter and he picked up his pace, fucking up into his hand. He thought about the pretty way you said his name with an edge to your voice and he was quickly undone.

You pushed the french fries around in the basket, the parchment paper soaking up the grease they left behind. You barely got three bites into your burger before you felt sick again and resorted to just pretending to eat. Maybe an entire bottle of wine to yourself last night and sleeping until 1 pm was not your best idea, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You checked the time, you have to be at work in a little over an hour, and you knew you had to eat something for your stomach to stop swirling. You sighed and picked up the burger again, and took a bite. Your body tried to protest but eventually you felt your stomach calming, thankful to have food. You laid your head back onto the back of the booth and closed your eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths.

“Rough night?” You cracked an eye open to see Seokmin standing over you, a basket matching yours in hand. “Me too,” he lifted his basket in a gesture of comradery. “May I sit?” You nodded, not having the energy to argue with him over it. You sat up and studied his face briefly. He had bags under his eyes like you, his hair was more askew than normal, and he was wearing the biggest hoodie you had ever seen.

“What got you so hung up?” You asked, selecting another fry from your basket.

“Oh,” he didn’t look at you, “I just have a lot on my mind, you?”

“You.” His eyes snapped to you, clearly surprised by your boldness.

“What?” He sputtered around a mouthful of his burger.

“I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve annoyed someone to the point of drowning in alcohol.”

“I mean, maybe,” he dropped the burger into the basket, “but no one has ever been so bold as to tell me outright…”

“Are you pouting right now?” Seokmin crossed his arms over his chest at your words, once again refusing to look at you. “See!” You scoff, “this is what I mean, you get everything you want and when someone calls you out on your bullshit you can’t handle it!” You pushed your food away from you with a huff.

“I get everything I want?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “You know I graduated from culinary school, just like you’re about to?” He leaned his elbows on the table, getting closer to you. “I worked hard to get where I am, and I was hired because I come highly complimented from previous bosses.”

“What is this? Your resume?”

“Let me show you, come to dinner with me on Thursday, we both have the day off”

“So you can brag?”

“No,” he cracked a smile. “So we can get to know each other better, and maybe put this behind us.”

You stared up at the facade of the restaurant. This building had been your dream for years, since you moved to the city. Now, because of Seokmin, you were able to dine here? It almost doesn't seem fair.

“Hey!” Seokmin’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “Sorry I’m late; I hope you weren’t waiting long!” You turned to him and shook your head. “Oh good, shall we?” He ushered you inside, lightly touching the small of your back. You tried to ignore the feeling in your stomach at the small gesture.

Once inside, he let his hand drop but stayed close to you. He leaned around you to speak to the man at the host stand. “Table for two, the name Lee should be on your list?” The man flipped through a few sheets of paper before stopping to read through a short list of names. Seokmin’s hand returned to your back, pushing you to follow the man through the restaurant.

The decor was almost enough to distract you from the warmth of Seokmin spreading through your body as he pressed his hand against you more firmly. The ornate light fixtures bathed the room in a soft light, making everything feel more dreamlike and romantic.

Seokmin pulled out your chair for you as the host was informing the two of you that a waiter would be with you soon. As Seokmin took his seat, you had a moment to take him in. You had never seen him wearing anything besides his chef’s coat. He had the sleeves of his collared shirt rolled up, showing off his watch and his toned arms.

“See anything you like?”

“What?” Your eyes widened, and a blush creeped up your cheeks. He pushes a menu towards you.

“Anything?” He smiles, choosing not to bring attention to your obvious staring. You shoved your face into the menu and began to study it intently. After a few minutes of silence the waiter provided glasses of water and a promise to return in a few minutes to take your orders. You laid your menu flat on the table and looked up at Seokmin.

“What do you like?” You asked sheepishly. He chuckled to himself and set his menu down.

“Well,” he pointed at the wine selection, “I was going to order us wine. Do you like white or red?”

“White, usually,”

“Okay, so,” he looked at you over his glasses, “you know enough about wine pairings to know what dishes a white wine rules out.” You nodded. “They have a lovely creamy pumpkin penne dish that pairs nicely with chardonnay, and we could share a brie sampler for an appetizer?”

“Honestly, that sounds wonderful,” you smile at him. You let him order everything for the two of you. He lets the silence linger for a few minutes while you wait for your wine. Once the glasses are poured, and he’s confident no one will bother you for a while, he breaks the silence he crafted.

“You’re much more shy outside of the kitchen,” he observed.

“I’m out of my depth,” you admitted quietly. He raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his wine, inviting you to go on. “I’ve been waiting to eat here since I moved to New York, and you just happen to have your name permanently on the list?”

“I know the chef,” he muttered into his wine.

“I know how highly qualified you are,” you informed him, “you’re experienced out of the ears and I’m just some kid in culinary school.”

“Well,” he tipped his glass forward to clink it with yours, “you can legally drink, so you’re not a kid.” He watched you smile, “And for what it’s worth, I think you’re really talented.”

“Oh don’t say stuff like that to me,” you rolled your eyes and picked up your wine glass, “You might get me to come around to you.”

“Oh God forbid, we can’t have that.”

“Where’s Y/N?” Seokmin was frantically moving through the kitchen. “Dinner service starts in 40 minutes, why aren’t any of you telling me where Y/N is?”

“She’s in the dining room, damn…”

Seokmin knew that you closed the restaurant last night, opened this morning, and the two of you were closing together tonight. So, when he found you asleep in a booth in the dining room, he wasn’t surprised. You often used the few hours Quartz and Serenity was closed between breakfast and dinner to catch up on studying.

Your head was resting on your arms, your ponytail was loose and strands of hair were falling in your face. He reached to brush them away from your eyes but stopped short when he read the papers under your hand. Application for Employment. He read it over and over with his hand hovering above your head. He felt his stomach drop so fast he was afraid it would fall out of his ass.

Taking a deep breath he let his hand settle on top of your head. He rubbed your hair softly with his thumb for a few moments, hoping that you would wake up. When you didn’t stir, he moved his hand to your shoulder and shook you lightly.

“Y/N,” he leaned closer to you. Your eyes opened slowly. “Hey,” he smiled, “dinner service starts in 30. I would let you sleep, but we need the table.” You jolted upright at his words, knocking his hand back to his side.

“In 30?!” You began to shuffle your papers back into the folder and snapped your book closed, “why didn’t anyone grab me sooner?” Seokmin didn’t have time to answer before you were breezing past him toward the kitchen. He watched you until you disappeared into the back room, agonizing over what he would do if you actually left Quartz and Serenity.

The entire dinner service was spent the same way, Seokmin becoming flustered when you assisted him. If he was being honest with himself, he would be impressed with how easily you were able to bounce back to routine. It was almost as if the hiccup from before didn’t even happen.

You moved through this kitchen like you’ve been in it your entire life, Seokmin truly could not imagine this place without you. He didn’t want to think about the fact that he didn’t want this kitchen to run without you. But you deserved to run a restaurant in his opinion. He wanted you to call the shots and to be successful, even if that meant he and Chef Choi would be competing against you after your graduation. Then it hit him; he also wanted to be selfish and hide you away for himself.

“Can’t you move any faster?” You shoved a soapy dish towards Seokmin. The two of you were the only people left in the building after a successful Sunday. You were eager to get home and sleep after the worst lineup of shifts. You picked up a shift from a coworker because you desperately needed the money, but you didn’t think ahead to how your bones would ache after it all.

“If you would rinse the soap off I could,” he sighed. He pulled the faucet head toward the dish in your hand, spraying you lightly with the water.

“Seokmin!” You squealed in annoyance. Grabbing the faucet back from him, you angled it towards him. The water rolled off his exposed forearms, his coat sleeves long pushed up over his elbows. He raised an eyebrow at you, almost like a challenge. He plunged his hands into the sink filled with soapy water and splashed it up onto your coat.

It wasn’t like you to sink to his level. Any other day, you would put a stop to this, get the dishes done, and go straight home. However, you’re not stupid and didn’t miss a single look in your direction through the entire day. Seokmin looked at you like a lovesick puppy everytime. Something about those looks lit a fire in your belly, and you didn’t care to find out if it was anger or interest.

So, you followed suit. You cupped your hands around a gaggle of bubbles, lifted it high above your head and smoothed the soap into his dark hair. He stood motionless for a moment, looking down at you in disbelief as his hair dripped onto the floor. Finally, he swiped his hands through his wet hair, slicking it back and exposing his forehead. Somehow it seemed like his features became more sharp and striking with his hair pushed away. Your eyes followed the sharp slope of his nose down to his lips and back to his dark eyes.

He moved toward you quietly. The tension hung thick in the air. He cupped your jaw with his wet hands, eventually moving to thread suds through your ponytail. Any part of him that thought he might kiss you was dampened by the water you suddenly hurled out of the sink at that exact moment. He yelped and moved away from you.

“We have dishes to finish, Chef Lee.” You smirked. The dishes in question were finished and dried in complete silence. The water and the clattering of the glass were the only sounds in the room.

“Let me take you home,” Seokmin broke the silence.

“What?” You gaped at him.

“No…” A blush creeped up his neck, “not like that. You take the bus, right?” You nodded at him. “You’re all wet, just let me drive you to your place.”

“You don’t have to do that…”

“I know,” he smiled sheepishly, “but I want to, please?”

Somehow, he convinced you. You were panicked, too panicked to even make fun of him for being the kind of person who lived in New York City and owned a car. He passed his phone over to you and instructed you to put your address into the maps app.

The ride was silent, your leg bounced as you watched the location get closer and closer. You nearly threw yourself out of the car when he parked in front of the building.

“Bye! See you Tuesday!” You blurted as you ran towards the lobby of the building. Seokmin waved, confused, at the back of your head.

“You need to stop telling people you live here.” The front desk attendant deadpanned.

“I know, Jane,” you ducked to spy out the window.

“Who is it this time? Bad date?” Jane was used to you showing up in her lobby every few weeks at this point. You were lucky that she loved to gossip or else she would have banned you from the building months ago.

“Ugh, no,” you watched Seokmin’s car pull away from the curb, “My coworker.”

“Why do you care if your coworker knows where you live?”

“Honestly?” You stood up and moved toward her desk, “I’m not sure…”

“Hm,” she holds out a lollipop to you, “might want to unpack that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you unwrap the candy and pop it into your mouth, “whatever.” You exit the building with a wave and begin the short walk to your actual apartment.

“Red wine this time.” Seokmin declared as you slid into your chair.

“Feeling bold today are we?”

“Well,” he chuckled, “It’s a steakhouse, so we have to pair correctly!” This was the second installment of what Seokmin had started calling Seokmin's Surely Spectacular Suggestions . You were starting to realize that he knows a lot more than you thought he did. He always seemed to know someone at every restaurant, if not multiple people.

“Oh my god!” A woman’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up and the waitress was smiling at Seokmin. “It is so nice to see you!”

“Oh!” Seokmin smiled widely at her, “I didn’t think you worked on Thursdays!”

“Ugh!” She put her hand on her hip, “I don’t usually! Dosie needed the day off and as a good friend I took the shift.” She laughed and rolled her eyes. You watched Seokmin’s face contort into a laugh. Something panged in your chest watching them laugh together. Suddenly, you were extremely interested in the menu in front of you as you tried not to think about what that could possibly mean. Seokmin and the waitress chatted for several more minutes before she bounced away. She never looked in your direction the entire time she was at the table.

“Ordered us wine, hope that’s okay.” Seokmin knocked on the table in front of you to get your attention. You hummed affirmatively. “What’s wrong? Have you decided you hate me again?”

“No,” You didn’t look at him. You felt him stare at you from across the table, you held strong and did not look up from the menu. It didn’t matter that you had read the words 8 oz wagyu beef steak and garlic potatoes six times, you couldn’t look at him.

The same waitress from earlier came back with your wine and a basket of bread. She placed everything down on the table and turned to Seokmin again.

“Are you ready to order?” She smiled.

“No, we need a few minutes.” You snapped before you had time to stop yourself. Seokmin shifted his gaze to you.

“Oh, uh…okay.” The waitress blinked at you and turned on her heel without a second look.

“What was that?” Seokmin was looking at you like you had grown a second head at some point in the last thirty seconds.

“Nothing, she was pushy.” You shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

“No she wasn’t.”

“She was!” You finally looked at him, he looked like a confused puppy, “You just didn’t see it because she was flirting with you.”

“What are you talking abo–” His face contorted into a smirk, “Are you jealous?” He dropped his voice to a whisper.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You declared, pushing out of your chair. You all but stomped all the way to the bathroom, mentally cursing yourself for being jealous in the first place. A hand encircled your wrist as you turned the corner to the hallway that housed the bathrooms. You turned to find Seokmin latched on to you. He pulled you into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. Looking him up and down he looked almost as shocked at his own actions as you felt.

“Were you jealous?” He whispered, “I have to know, because if you don’t tell me it’ll eat me alive for the rest of my life.” You couldn’t help but think he was being just a little dramatic. You slotted your hand into the hair on the back of his head and pulled his lips to yours anyway.

It took him a few moments to respond properly. When his brain caught up to what was happening he kissed you back hungrily. His lips moved roughly and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you as close as possible and swiped his tongue along your bottom lip. You deepened the kiss and allowed him to explore further with his tongue.

Seokmin had a way of putting every emotion he was feeling into his actions, it was evident when he kissed you angrily weeks ago, and it was evident now. It felt like weeks of anger and bickering had melted off the two of you and now what was left was want and attraction that was left unsaid.

He detached himself from your mouth and moved to kiss over your pulse point. You squeezed your eyes shut and threw your head back to give him better access. Experimentally, he sucked gently on the skin below your ear, earning him a quiet moan. He did it again.

“Let’s go home,” he panted into your skin. “Please.”

“Seokmin we’ve only had wine,” you whispered

“I’ll make you pizza at home, I don’t care, I just need you.” He whined.

—-

Seokmin fumbled with the key to his apartment, his thoughts were elsewhere at the moment. Finally, he unlocked the door and ushered you inside. You tried not to think about the fact that his apartment was about double the size of yours. He kissed you again once he had the door locked and you both inside. His hands found your hips and he pulled you closer as he was licking into your mouth. He tasted like wine, the same one you knew was on your lips as well.

“You owe me pizza, Chef Lee..” You whispered, breaking away from his desperate mouth.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he groaned, “I can make pizza with my eyes closed.” His confidence was attractive, it was rare for him to be cocky like that.

“You didn’t buy me dinner, and I’m a lady.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes before grabbing and lifting you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his trim waist. You yelped in surprise, you had no idea he could do that. He plopped you down on the kitchen island and moved to the other countertop. You watched as he rolled out pizza dough. His arm muscles bulged as he put in effort to flatten it. “Not even homemade dough?” You teased, “Some chef!”

He sent you a glare out of the corner of his eye, but the blush creeping up his neck gave him away. Suddenly it clicked, “oh my god, do you get turned on when I’m mean to you?” You smirked.

“Shut up…” Seokmin muttered while opening the pizza sauce.

“Well…better hurry that prep…” You smiled wickedly, spreading your legs. Seokmin glanced over at you and nearly moaned at the sight of your panties under your dress. He frantically pressed the buttons to preheat the oven. Once the pizzas were ready to be put in the oven he slotted himself between your legs and captured your lips once more.

You guided his hand to your breast and encouraged him to squeeze. He placed his other hand on your exposed thigh. He trailed his fingers slowly up and up towards your center until the oven beeped. He groaned and ran over to place the pans in the oven and set the timer.

“Take your pants off.” You stated simply when he turned back to you. He nodded and stumbled out of his jeans, the thin fabric of his briefs left little to the imagination as he was hard by this point. He moved toward you and you ran a hand over his clothed cock, he hissed at the contact.

“One second,” He blurted before disappearing down the hall. You contemplated touching yourself while he was gone, but he returned in a rush before you had the chance. He wiggled a small foil package in his fingers to show you why he left.

“Who said you could hit?”

“I–well I just figured…”

“I was about to start without you just now, I could still do that.” You could tell that Seokmin was weighing his options, knowing it would be so hot to see you get yourself off, but needing the feeling of being inside you.

“No, no!” He sputtered, “I got you!” You grabbed his wrist and moved his hand to your clothed cunt.

“Prove it.”

He started slowly, the pads of his fingers circling your clit through your panties. His lips attached to the sensitive skin below your ear. He kissed the skin slowly, letting his teeth graze your neck every so often. He hooked his thumbs under your underwear and pulled them off gingerly, letting them flutter to the floor.

He ran his fingers through your folds, savoring the wetness there just for him. Experimentally he slipped a finger inside, earning him an arch of your back and a sound so delicious it could be the only thing he heard for the rest of his life and he would be happy.

“C’mere,” he grunted, his voice deeper than you had ever heard it. He moved you to the edge of the counter and inserted a second finger. You couldn’t help but rock your hips against his ruminations. He reached that delicious spot inside of you and you felt yourself hurtling off the cliff. “You talk a big game, but you’re so desperate for me.” Seokmin snaked his free hand over his cock, teasing himself as he finger fucked you into an orgasm.

Once you came back to Earth he slowly removed his fingers. Before he had the chance to wash them off, you took his hand and guided his fingers into your mouth. He watched with wonder as your tongue swirled around his digits, cleaning them. You pulled them out, a string of saliva connecting you to him.

“Who’s desperate now?” You breathed watching him continue to tease himself over his briefs.

“Can I please fuck you?” He whined. You helped him out of his briefs, you watched his cock spring free, the tip red and angry. You leaned down and thumbed his leaking slit, earning you a delicious moan. You spread the mess down his shaft.

He opened the condom with his teeth, you watched as he rolled it down. He pulled you to the edge of the counter again and lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed himself inside of you slowly, allowing you time to adjust. The stretch was delicious. He slowly began to thrust, whining in the process.

“You’re so warm,” he cried. You felt every inch of him as he slid in and out of you. His hands anchored you to the countertop as you draped your arms across his back. Seokmin found his rhythm once you wrapped your legs around his waist, he felt so surrounded by you. He swore he could live with you wrapped around him for the rest of his life.

“Why didn’t you fuck me in the restaurant?” You breathed. His hips stuttered for a moment.

“In public?” He bit his lip.

“Yeah?” You swiped a hand through his hair and gave it a tug. He moaned into the crook of your neck.

“I uh-” He whined, “I didn’t think-I don’t know?” “Oh you really can’t think when your dick’s busy, huh?” He whined into your neck again, the vibrations and the warm air fanning against your skin left goosebumps behind. Seokmin’s hands trailed down from your hips to your thighs and he began to knead your soft skin with his nimble fingers.

You leaned your head back, enjoying the feeling of him all over you, inside of you. With better access to you he experimentally captured your skin between his teeth. Your sounds spurred him on and encouraged him to begin sucking and biting a bruise into your skin. With this your hips bucked up to meet his thrusts.

The idea of being marked by Seokmin would have appalled you just a few weeks ago, but now you couldn’t bring yourself to hate the idea of people knowing you have had him like this. Like that stupid waitress. “She wanted you.” You muttered between moans.

“What?” Seokmin breathed into your skin.

“That waitress, she wanted you.”

“Oh well.” Seokmin bit you again. He was marking you, even after you told him that another woman wanted him like this. The coil in your stomach threatened to snap at that alone. You could envision yourself falling off the edge soon. Seokmin was still massaging the underside of your thighs, pinning your legs around his waist. Suddenly everything was overwhelming, everything was him. You felt like fireworks were setting off inside you. He continued rolling his hips into you through your orgasm. Shortly after he was releasing into the condom, moans rattled your throat the entire time.

He pulled back to look at you, his eyelids were heavy over his eyes, his lips puffy. Before either of you had the chance to say anything the oven beeped. Seokmin’s eyes grew wide, both of you obviously forgot about the pizza.

“Get your dick out of me and turn that off!” You laughed. He nodded and slowly pulled out of you. You watched him slap the off button on the oven, trying not to laugh at him being naked from the waist down.

Once both of you were cleaned up and clothed, Seokmin cut the pizza and put it on plates. You were waiting on his couch, dressed head to toe in his clothes. To him you looked like a dream.

“Stay the night.” He handed you your plate and sat down next to you.

“No.” You stated simply, picking up a piece of pizza. After several seconds of silence you looked up at him, he was looking at you dumbfounded. “We have work tomorrow.”

“I’ll drive you!”

“And walk past Jeongyeon after showing up with you and smelling like sex? No thanks.”

“You can shower here, I’ll even walk in ten minutes later, please?” He looked like a puppy again.

“I don’t have my work clothes, and no yours won’t fit me.” You gestured towards his clothes that were far too big on you.

“There’s extras, you know that.”

“Fine…” You wouldn’t mind showering in a nice apartment for a change. “You walk in fifteen minutes after me, and you shower with me.” “You have a deal!”

Finals week was upon you. The only week out of the year that work came second to school, you were so close to graduation you just had to make it through a week of practical exams. You were confident in your ability to pass but your mind was elsewhere most of the time.

You wondered how the kitchen was fairing without you, how Seokmin was doing without you. As much as you hated to admit it, he did know what he was doing, but being absent was eating at you. You flipped through the pages of your textbook without reading a single word wishing you could pick up your phone and hear about the days you’ve missed.

Across town Seokmin was doing just about as well, he knew your name wasn’t on the schedule and he was dying to know where you were. He was chopping carrots to have for dinner service when he decided to go straight to your apartment tonight. He didn’t care if he had to get on his knees and beg the woman at the desk to tell him your apartment number.

He all but sprinted out to his car once the kitchen was clean for the following day. He parked on the curb in front of the building after the short drive. He practiced what he was going to say to the woman at the desk on his way into the lobby. He took a deep breath and approached her.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Y/F/N Y/L/N!” He blurted. “She hasn’t been to work in a few days, she isn’t scheduled but she didn’t tell me she wouldn’t be here and I wanted to make sure I didn’t do anything wrong and I–” The woman was laughing. Sure he went off script, but how would she know? He looked at her, confused.

“She doesn’t live here.” Now he wasn’t expecting that.

“What?”

“I told her this would happen eventually, somebody would come looking for her and I would have to be the one to break it to them.” She sighed.

“She just…lies to people?”

“Yeah all the time.” She began digging in her desk for something. “You said you worked with her?” “Yeah, I dropped her off here after work once…so I just thought..” Seokmin rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“Oh you’re the one she was weird about!” “What?” “What? Nothing.” She began scribbling something on a slip of paper. “Here, this is her address, tell her Jane sent you.” She handed him the paper and two lollipops.

—-

A cautious knock rang through your apartment, which was confusing considering no one knew where you lived. You unfolded yourself from the couch and padded to the door. Seokmin was standing in the hallway and you almost slammed the door in his face.

“What are you doing here?” You almost shrieked. He held up two lollipops silently. “Fuck, okay, uh…come in.” You stepped to the side allowing him entrance. He shuffled past you, seeing another person standing in your tiny apartment was odd to say the least.

“Hi,” Seokmin offered quietly while you were intently staring at the ground. “It’s nice to see you.”

“I’m sorry my apartment is gross and cluttered and small.” You muttered. Seokmin looked around the apartment. The cookbooks in the kitchen were piled almost as high as the refrigerator, the pink throw blanket on the couch made him smile, seeing a softness that no one else gets to see. The living room was bathed in lamp light that made the shadows in the room look exaggerated and long. The apartment was uniquely you and he loved it.

“What?” He chuckled, “I don’t care what your apartment looks like, is this why you lied?” Your head snapped up at him calling you out so directly.

“I never lied, I told you to drop me off there, not that I lived there.” You pointed out. He gave you a look. “I didn’t lie.”

“Sure, maybe not,” he sighed.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, Seokmin had never seen you at a loss for words like this.

“Look,” he took your hand, “that’s not why I’m here, it doesn’t matter.” You led him to the couch, moving the open textbook so that he could sit down. Seeing him sitting on your couch was strange, seeing him here was not something you thought you would ever see. “Are you okay?” He blurted out.

“What?” You were taken aback, “of course, I’m fine.”

“You just haven’t been to work in a few days and after…the activities at my apartment I thought maybe you hated me, and–” “Woah!” You smiled, “why would I hate you? Seokmin, I took the week off to focus on finals week.”

“Oh.” He looked at you sheepishly. “Uh, well, how are they going?” You rolled your eyes.

“Fine, I’ll pass, I miss work though.” You shrugged.

“Just work?” “No, I miss the way Soonyoung runs out of the kitchen when he sees me.”

“Oh…” He dropped his gaze dejectedly. “Hey!” He exclaimed as your fist connected with his arm.

“I miss you, dumb ass.” “So you didn’t quit?” “No,” you looked at him, confused. “You know you could have asked literally anyone where I was, right?”

“No one was talking about it! I thought we were all super sad about you quitting! I don’t know!” He gestured wildly with his hands. “And…ugh, okay, you remember that one day like a month ago? When you were asleep in the dining room and I woke you up?”

“Yeah?” “I, uh, I saw what you were working on…the job applications.” He lowered his volume as if he was afraid you would explode. “I thought you might’ve just up and left, you never liked me anyway, so you didn’t really have any reason to let me know.”

“Oh,” you sighed. “I’m sorry…” “Tell me you’ve changed your mind, you’re not leaving us.” “Seokmin….”

“Is it because of me?”

“Maybe at first,” You started, you could see the tears well up in his eyes. “But now…if anything you’ve made it harder to leave.”

“Where are you going?” He met your eyes again. You reached out to swipe the tears that managed to escape.

“I have a few offers, I don’t know yet.”

“Of course you do,” he laughed sadly, took hold of your wrists,and rubbed the back of your hands with his thumbs. “You’re so talented any restaurant would be stupid to not offer you a job.”

“That’s not what you said a few months ago.” You pointed out.

“Well, you know how to julienne the carrots now.”

“Hey!” You tried to push him away but he held you in place. He glanced at your lips before leaning in to kiss you. He kissed you softly, his lips tasted vaguely of salt and honey chapstick. He let himself linger without deepening the kiss until he suddenly pulled back, looking panicked.

“Those offers are for sous chef positions right?”

“Of course they are, watch out, Chef Lee.”

Three years later

You stretch out on your couch after making the most of your day off. With your recent promotion to head chef at Diamond you haven’t had a lot of time to relax. With your new hectic schedule you were shocked that you were able to make it the entire day without getting a single call about the restaurant.

A hand squeezed your calf gently. You hummed at the contact.

“I’ll make dinner tonight, love.” Seokmin mumbled sleepily from the other end of the couch.

“No.” You stated simply.

“Um, why not?”

“‘The only thing worse than the tacky decor at Quartz and Serenity is the incompetence of the kitchen. If you’re looking for the exact opposite of what you asked for, this is the restaurant for you.’” You rattled off.

“What are you doing?” Seokmin sat up, knocking your legs off the couch.

“‘I would give them zero stars if I could!’” You stared at him, “‘I ordered a steak and it came out barely cooked at all! Will not be returning!’”

“Okay! In my defense on that one, she ordered a well done steak!” He threw his hands up. “Who does that?”

“MichelleJo1965, obviously.” You deadpanned.

“When did you have time to dig through our Yelp reviews?” Seokmin scoffed, “I didn’t realize dating the competition meant I would have to defend myself at home.”

“Step up your game, Head Chef Lee.” You shrugged. “But seriously? She ordered a well done steak?”

“She did! It’s not my fault she has no taste.” He shrugged. “By the way I have plenty of great reviews, and I seem to remember my girlfriend really liking my cooking.” “You’re alright, I guess.” You shrugged. “When are you going to ask me by the way?”

“What?” He tried to stay calm, you could be talking about anything, certainly not the ring that has been staring at him from under his underwear for the last six months.

“You really need to figure out where to hide things where I won’t find them” Wordlessly Seokmin got up from the couch and stomped into your shared bedroom. For a split second you thought you might have pushed too far until he returned with the small velvet box.

“I hope you at least left me one secret, you didn’t look at it did you?” He smiled sheepishly.

“No, Min, I have no idea what it looks like, swear.”

“Good,” to your surprise he sank down to one knee, right there in the living room. “You never were good at leaving well enough alone, I had a grander plan, but this seems much more our speed, huh?” You laughed. “Will you marry me, even if my Yelp reviews suck sometimes?” He popped the small box open to reveal a ring.

“Of course I will, you idiot.”

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greensagephase · 4 months ago

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Getting Freaky with Miguel Includes... [spelling Valentine's]

warning: nsfw, so minors DNI, female reader

V - Velvet ropes/handcuffs

Miguel thinks you look so pretty when you're tied up for him 🎀 and at his mercy, so he'll tie your wrists. You like to tie him, too, sometimes for some activities.

A - Ass spanking

Miguel is an ass [and thighs] man [don't ask me how I know], so he loves spanking you. It's not necessarily harsh spanks, unless you're into that, but he simply enjoys watching the way your rear moves after he delivers the spanks. And of course, the cute moans and whines you make are another reason he enjoys it.

L - Lube, lots of it

He has plans which he cannot tell you about right now because the haters will try to sabotage him -- He wants to take a trip to poundtown with you, and since Valentine's is on a Friday this year, he decides a weekend trip there is just and necessary, so lube is a must.😌

E - Erotic massaging

You both love to massage each other's sensitive spots to get all riled up before the deed, focusing on stimulation and pressure on those spots. Other important factors: ambiance music [hehe]. Oils are a must, obviously, and Miguel really enjoys this part. He loves watching you grow more and more needy and aroused as he massages the oils onto your skin, and watches you in awe at how glowy and pretty your skin looks.

N - Nipple play

Miguel delivers light caresses, circular motions, gentle sucking and biting, licking, pinching, and rolling to your nipples, adding on to the teasing. No hard play unless you like that.

T - Thighs

As stated, Miguel is also a thighs man. He loves thick thighs and will worship yours like you're a goddess. He'll mark them with love bites and hickeys! His home is between them, and you better accept that.

An extra on thighs, Miguel loves having you ride his. 🤭 He loves how desperate you get for friction, so he likes to tease you by stopping your movements by grabbing you from the hips. He later helps you by guiding you, whispering how pretty you look leaving a mess on his skin.

I - Intercourse

The p in v, of course! After roleplay, he will ravish your kitty until he has you chanting his name like it's the only word you know. Since this will be a weekend situation, he'll switch it up between rough, slow, or gentle -- whatever you're both feeling in the moment and with your consent always. You'll also switch it up with positions from missionary to doggy style to mating press for, um, research purposes.

N - Nutting inside

Miguel will nut inside you every time. He's not wasting a single drop. 😌You both love the feeling of him finishing inside [breeding kink... *sighs*😔🙏🏼]. The sight of his hot cum and your juices combined dripping out of your pussy is always so hot and satisfying for you both. If going multiple times in one session, he'll use it as lube for sure and push it back inside with his tip [clawing at the walls of my enclosure rn; i'm ovulating, sorry].

E - Edging

You equally love edging each other until you have the other whining and whimpering for release. Miguel will finger you, use toys, or use his cock to edge you to that moment before climaxing only to stop with a teasing smirk while he hears your pleas for release. In return, you play with his cock and balls with your hands and/or mouth to edge him on. You enjoy doing this when he's all tied up, especially.

S - Spooning in Aftercare

To add some fluff to this spice, spooning. Miguel always spoons you after each session. Of course, this is after he helps you clean up and makes sure you're all comfortable. He wraps his body around yours to make you feel loved and safe, whispering sweet things into your ear, like how well you took him, how beautiful you look, and how much he loves you.🥹

Oh, and that he hopes a November baby will be part of your lives in the upcoming future 🤭

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Thought of this literally today. I'm ovulating, your honor. 😔 Thank you for reading!

Alondra❤️

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you

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bookshelf-dust · 26 days ago

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cat in the castle

frank castle x fem!reader

gif by @darlingshane

word count: 2,626

warnings: nothing i can think of, barely a mention of frank’s occupation, some smooching, literally just fluff

synopsis: the cat distribution system has chosen you…and your live-in boyfriend, frank. it’s safe to say he never thought of himself as a pet-having guy.

a/n: hello!! what with ddba and the fact that i’ve been rewatching the punisher, frank has taken up residence in my brain and made himself quite comfortable. i hope i’ve done him justice! writing a new character and then posting is always a little scary lol. enjoy, my loves!! <3

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It’s not quite dark out yet, but Frank is silhouetted in the warm light from the front porch. The moths haven’t even begun to flutter out, circling until the yellow bulbs embrace them. The man slips his house key in the lock and turns; the motion is fluid despite only having lived here for a few months.

Frank had told you he would handle getting you whatever kind of house you wanted, but you never cared about living in a castle. All you asked was that there be a spare room you could turn into a shared library for the both of you. Now, it has big, comfy chairs and a set of antique lamps that Frank hauled into the bed of his truck before you’d even admitted to wanting them. He built you a ladder for the top shelf of books after a conversation with your mother one evening and wouldn’t let you cry when he showed it to you.

He’s got a fistful of grocery bags in his right hand. You’d been watching some show on the Food Network earlier in the day and gotten fixated on this pasta they were making. All they had to do was say “four-cheese blend,” and you were sold.

A few moments spent rummaging in your little pantry revealed that you had noodles. Macaroni noodles precariously close to expiring. So, in that gruff tone that makes you weak in the knees, Frank asked—no, he set down a pad and pencil in front of you and waited—what you needed. He grabbed his keys, said he might stop and pick up some oil for your car too, and that was that. He was out for maybe an hour and a half.

Stepping inside, Frank uses his elbow to knock the porch light switch down. You always cut it on, just in case. He toes off his boots and turns the deadbolt before surveying his surroundings, looking for you as he walks into the kitchen. You’re not on the couch, though there’s an ass-shaped indent in the blanket thrown across the cushions.

“Hey, babydoll, where you at?” he asks, projecting his voice to the other rooms in the house. No answer.

He listens a little harder as he quickly tosses the cold stuff in the fridge and leaves the rest on the counter. He doesn’t hear the shower. He knows you better than to feel unsettled, knows the atmosphere of his home well enough to know nothing terrible is afoot. He’s just afraid of what you might be up to.

Frank makes his way to your bedroom. The light in the en-suite is on.

“There you go, sweetie. Take it easy.” A vein in Frank’s throat jumps at your voice. His thumb and forefinger slide against each other.

“That feels nice? Oh yeah, that’s the good stuff, huh?”

Frank pauses in the doorway. Who the hell are you talking to like that? He crosses the threshold to the bathroom in two strides, courtesy of his long, long legs. The sight before him is not at all what he expected. But what was he even expecting?

The porcelain side of the tub has gone warm from where you’ve been sitting up against it for so long, keeping watch over the little thing tottering around your bathroom, over your lap and back again. The pressure in your bladder is reaching its peak—you’ve been holding in the urge to go for at least forty minutes.

You were so focused on the task at hand that you didn’t hear Frank come in, but you aren’t surprised to see him staring down at you. Relief washes over you.

“Oh, thank God, Frankie.” He watches as you push off the wall and stand, your gait a little wobbly, probably because your legs are asleep. “Hold ‘em for me, I’ve never had to pee so bad in my entire life.” You don’t give your boyfriend any time to process things. Suddenly there’s just a teeny ball of fluff in his huge hands.

As you sit down on the toilet, you briefly think about the fact that you never imagined you’d be at the level of comfortable with a man so as to pee while he’s in the same room as you, but here you are. You’re quick, only taking in the expression on Frank’s face once you’ve washed your hands.

You can’t read him. This is, without a doubt, a look you’ve never seen on him before. You have no idea what it means.

“Frankie, baby? Are you with me?”

He meets your gaze. “What is this?” You blink up at him. “I-I mean, I know what it is, but what is this?”

You giggle and take the kitten out of Frank’s hands, setting it back down on the small pallet you’d made out of some older beach towels. Your heart flutters at the triangular tail and teeny little paws padding across the floor.

“Well, I heard this noise out back while you were gone, and I couldn’t figure out what it was so I went to look and—”

“You went investigating while I wasn’t here?”

“—anyway, I saw this little baby kitty pawing at the siding. You know that loose vent cover you keep meaning to fix? They were trying to pull themselves up and under there. I think they were looking for a safe hideout, Frankie, and I couldn’t just leave him out there, so I checked for Mama kitty and any other babies, but I didn’t see anything and this one’s so small…I think it’s the runt. Mama might’ve left ‘em behind. Or they could’ve been dumped, I’m really not sure.”

You look up at Frank, track the crease between his brows, the slight downturn to his full lips. But his eyes tell a different story. They’re soft, lashes kissing at the corners. His eyes have never lied to you.

“…Comments? Questions? Concerns?” you quip, keeping your eyes on his. If this were anyone else, Frank’s stance would be guarded. He’d become a human blockade, standing his ground, making sure you knew nothing was getting past him. That he made the rules. But you’re his girl.

He slumps up against the bathroom vanity, looking over the kitten. It’s a pale orange color, striped and its paws tipped in white. Its front two legs are in the food bowl as he messily eats the teeny bit of sustenance you’ve provided. It almost looks like you’ve taken a pestle to last night's pot roast. Frank knows you grew up with pets. You’ve told him about every last one, dug up pictures, said you’d love to get a cat or a dog or even a damn fish with him one day. And even though he loves the way your eyes turn into cartoon hearts when you talk about pets, it’s just never happened.

Finally, Frank speaks. “You know how to take care of this thing?”

You beam at him. “Yeah! I mean, it’s too late now except for an emergency place, but I’m hoping to find a vet tomorrow because you never know what the baby might have or need, y’know? And we’ll need a litter box and a scratching pad and some toys. And I have no clue how old they are, I just hoped this food was okay. They might need a milk replacement.” You lean down and scoop up the kitten, causing him to look around madly for a few seconds. Frank catches the moment you realize you’ve probably gotten ahead of yourself. He senses the change in your breathing.

“But that can all be temporary, too. Some vets will put animals up for adoption, and I can call around at work or ask my mom if she knows anyone who might want a—”

Frank takes the cat from you, successfully leaving you speechless. He lowers his head until he finds your eyes, wordlessly making you look at him when you talk. “Hey, no. Nah, don’t do that.” He lifts the kitten up so he’s level with it. “I know you wanna keep this thing, so just say that, sweetheart.”

“I wanna keep it so bad, Frank. Honestly, I was tempted to just keep him in the closet and take care of him in secret. I had a book like that when I was a kid, and it worked pretty well for them, so. But I don’t want you to be unhappy.”

“Hush. If you’re happy, I’m happy—you know damn well that’s the case.”

You push up on your tiptoes, your arms going around Frank’s neck. “You’re sure? We get to have a cat?”

He rolls his eyes, wrapping his free arm around your back and slowly rubbing up and down your spine. He hums his response. When you go to pull away, he holds onto you tighter.

“Hey, hey, not gonna gimme a kiss? Didn’t when I came home, like usual.” He scrunches his brows together. The pout.

You place your hands on his cheeks, feeling the start of stubble, and kiss him firmly on the lips. He tastes like those cinnamon mints he keeps in the truck. You kiss him three more times in quick succession, pulling out a smile. It’s the one he reserves just for you. His gaze darts away from you and his hands pull at your shirt. You’ve made him shy.

The kitten mews between the two of you. “Oh, come here, little baby,” you say, taking the cat and holding it to your chest. “Too much PDA, huh? We’ll do better, I promise.”

Frank finds it hard to comprehend the flea-like size of the thing. They have a silent staring contest. “Is he gonna shit all over the bathroom tonight?”

You laugh. “I’ll go get some newspaper.”

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It’s always the big, scary looking men that end up having teeny pets that they’re total suckers for. Frank is no exception. And right now, you’re pretty damn jealous of your cat. Mercutio (he let you have control over naming the little guy) is draped over Frank’s bare chest where he sits in your oversized, well-loved chair. He’s been there for hours. Frank hadn’t intended to sit there either, only pausing for a moment's time to cut the tv on, that is until Mercutio curled up on top of your boyfriend, exactly where you wanted to be.

When Frank’s home, you try to spend as much time glued to his side as possible, which is why you’d asked to watch a movie with him, thinking you’d get to cuddle for the whole duration. You sit on the couch, legs stretched out in front of you, arms crossed over your chest. You’re watching the movie, sure, but you’re undoubtedly pouting. That cat was supposed to be yours—for one. For another, what ever happened to sharing?

You wiggle your toes in between the couch cushions like you would do to Frank’s thighs if he were sitting next to you, like he’s meant to be. Every few minutes you glance in his direction, hoping Mercutio will get up to go use the litter box or get something to eat, or even that Frank will be so desperate to be near you that he’ll move the cat himself if it means he can touch you.

You tuck yourself more firmly into your little mountain of blankets and try to focus your attention on the film. A glare out of the corner of your eye distracts you almost immediately. Mercutio has swiveled his head in your direction, the light from the television reflecting on his eyes in the dim living room. He’s looking at you.

And he looks proud. Like he’s caught the damn canary. Traitor, you think. That’s my man, you little shit. You roll your eyes, turn back to the tv.

Frank hears the sound your skin makes against the leather as you shuffle down the length of the couch. He glances over at you, your chin tucked into your chest, your brows practically hugging with the frown on your lips. He drags a hand down Mercutio’s back and the cat chirps, stretching his legs and hopping down. Frank sits up and stretches in a similar way. “What’s with the pout, sweetheart?”

You keep your eyes glued to the tv, despite your gaze being unfocused so that you’re not watching anything at all, just staring at a moving blur of color. “‘M not pouting.”

Frank knows exactly what your problem is. He has since he sat down and Mercutio hopped into his lap. He just wants to tease you until the words leave your mouth. My jealous girl.

He stands, socked feet padding across the hardwoods toward you. Frank lifts your extended legs and slides onto the couch beneath them. He sets them on top of his own before dragging his fingers up and down your calves, occasionally massaging your skin with impossibly slow, firm strokes. You try to ignore the tingle that climbs up your spine. He’s giving you the attention you’ve wanted all evening, but you’re too far into your mood to let up that easily.

You fight the urge to shut your eyes, to climb into Frank’s lap and curl into his chest, into that spot you swear was made for your body to slot against his like pieces of a puzzle. He resorts to grabbing for your hand. His thumbs pressing into the meat of your palms, sweeping out rivers of the tension you hadn’t even realized were there has always been it for you. The moment you’ll cave. You want so badly to keep up the stubborn act, but your body is already softening. Your heart flutters for him.

“You were supposed to be sitting with me…” you mumble, your voice a timid thing. Frank turns his head to look at you. His left arm extends, the backs of his fingers grazing your cheek and giving the gentlest of pushes, making you look back at him.

He raises his brows. “You poutin’ ‘cause the cat was taking up your spot, sweetheart?”

You nod, trying to sink further into the couch cushions. “He knew what he was doing. He fuckin’ gave me the hairy eyeball.”

Frank’s head falls against the back of the couch, the thick cords of his neck bared to you and only you. He’s stubbly. Without meaning to you’ve taken one of his big hands in both of yours, holding it to your belly. “You’re something else, y’know that?” he says.

You stick your bottom lip out. Frank stretches his body over yours, kissing the pout away. He kisses you with purpose, telling the jealousy to quit while it’s ahead. Butterflies wiggle in your stomach at the way his brows knit together while he kisses you; he’s so intent on making it better. He kisses you twice more.

“Not my fault that the cat I found and cared for is trying to steal my man. He’s so unappreciative.”

Frank laughs, breathy and sweet. “There’s plenty of me to go around, babydoll.”

You scrunch your nose. “Ew, Castle.” Frank keeps laughing, laughing until he’s settled fully on top of you, his arms circling your back and his cheek flat against your chest.

Mercutio appears a while later, licking his lips. He’s clearly been helping himself to that late night snack. He appraises the situation on the couch and raises himself up on white-dipped paws, peering over the edge of the cushions. Frank’s half asleep on you, but there’s no missing the feeling of Mercutio’s feet on his bare back as the cat settles himself there, leveling his gaze with yours. The cat blinks slowly at you and begins to purr.

“Jesus,” Frank mumbles. But he hears you giggle. You’ve got both your boys right where you want them.

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mournlily · 1 month ago

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wow hi okay this was meant to be a really short piece but it got away from me LMFAOO. anyway, here's what i imagine giving jack a massage after a long shift would be like

cw: afab!reader (pussy, hole used), creampie (oh my god im really posting this), praise, slight after-care, needy jack abbot, softdom!jack, switch!reader(?), unprotected sex/no mention of protection (pls don't do this irl guys 😭) MDNI! 18+ CONTENT!

pls lmk if i need to put anything else here!!

[1.2k+ words]

when jack comes home, practically dragging himself through the front door, he finds the apartment dark – lit only by a few candles. he frowns and calls out your name.

you answer, and he follows your voice like second nature. he's greeted with the sight of you in a cute little lace slip, sitting pretty on his bed. a bottle of massage oil and a towel lay next to you.

"what's all this?" he hums, letting his backpack slide off his shoulder before placing it on the floor.

"thought you could use a break," you answer gently and pat the towel. "c’mere."

he sits down next to you and leans in to kiss you carefully - as if you'll break if he applies too much pressure. you guide him back onto the towel-covered sheets. jack begins to strip off his scrubs, and with them, the weight of his day. carefully, you take off his prosthetic, exactly how he showed you months ago.

with jack now nude, you pour some oil into your hands, rubbing them together to warm it up. you place the bottle on the bedside table and move to straddle him. then, you dig your thumbs into his taught muscles and focus on rubbing his shoulders first.

soon, your hands trail down his body to the dusting of hair on his abdomen. you tease him gently by allowing your hands to near his cock. he's half-mast, but it still throbs against his thigh. jack groans at your touch.

"baby..." he murmurs.

"mm?"

"please," jack whispers.

you smile mischievously.

"gotta massage your leg first. i know how much your prosthetic digs into it," you answer simply.

it was true - you did know how much it dug into his leg, especially on long shifts. he often brushes you off after work, and insists it doesn’t hurt, so this is a treat. you shuffle back along jack's body until you can comfortably reach the remainder of his leg. you're especially careful here. despite living without the lower half of his leg for years now, his limb is still sensitive.

you rub at the skin covered in scar tissue whilst he pants with need whilst your other hand gently palms his cock.

"gonna tease me all night?" he breathes.

"no," you answer swiftly. "you're such a drama queen."

"god forbid a man wants to fuck his girl," jack chuckles.

you smile and duck your head.

having sensed he's had enough, you move back up his body, and settle with his dick beneath you. he chokes back a moan when you gyrate your hips.

your panties start to stick to you, and you feel yourself throb with need.

"how's she been, hm? haven't been able to take care of her lately, have i?" jack hums, tilting his head towards your groin.

he knows just how to fan the flame within you.

jack looks to you for consent - a brief nod is all you can manage - before his thick fingers slide into your underwear. you moan out at his touch; at the way he easily finds your clit.

"thought i was supposed to be... taking care of you..." you murmur.

"you are," jack replies before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

he groans against your lips and only pulls back to take a breath. he slips a finger inside you, then two. jack easily finds your sweet spot and curls his fingers to hit it with each thrust.

“gonna cum," you whimper.

"yeah?" he whispers. "gonna cum all over my fingers, gorgeous?"

before you can process it, you release. your pussy throbs and clenches around him. moans that you hardly recognise as yours fill the bedroom.

when you come down from your high, jack is looking at you as if you're the most beautiful being he's ever witnessed. he presses his lips to yours, and you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. his cock still pokes at you from below, making you smile.

"help me take these damn undies off," you mutter.

jack obeys immediately and helps you shuck off your underwear.

"you ready?" he smiles, tapping his cock against your hole.

"yes, baby," you murmur.

you kiss along his neck whilst he slips inside of you, which causes both of you to groan. the thickness of him spreads your walls apart. you can feel the vein that follows his curve pulse against you.

slowly, you begin to grind back and forth, occasionally lifting up and down for some added friction. jack gently grips your chin with his thumb and pointer finger.

a brief smile curls his lips. this close, you can easily see the freckles spattered across his skin. his half-lidded, hazel eyes meet your own before he shuts them. jack leans in and kisses you softly.

"missed you today," he whispers, like it's a secret.

"missed you, too," you coo.

you slip your fingers into his hair and stroke his greying temples. you clench tight around him, just to see his reaction. you get exactly what you were looking for – a little whimper that slips past his lips.

"feels so good, baby," jack breathes.

he lets go of your chin in favour of gripping your hips with both hands. jack begins to thrust up into you, chasing euphoria. he shudders, and you can tell he's losing his control. the pink head of his cock presses against your sweet spot repeatedly. you whine softly and tug his hair.

jack leans in and wraps his lips around your nipple. lazy, familiar eyes gaze up at you, silently begging you to cum. he releases your bud from his mouth before tilting his head up to whisper in your ear.

"please, honey. wanna – no – need to feel you."

with that, and the added stimulation of his fingers reaching down to rub messily at your clit, you cum. the little bundle of heat building in your belly releases completely, causing every nerve in your body to light up. jack isn't far behind, shown by his staggered thrusts.

"inside?" he checks, breathing deeply.

his eyes glance up at yours.

you nod, leaning down to mouth at his jaw. warmth fills you when his cock throbs and pulses. you slump against him and press a kiss to one of the many freckles on his chest. you cringe slightly when his cum begins to drip out of you.

"good?" you mumble sleepily.

"good? fuck, you've outdone yourself, baby," jack laughs.

you smile shyly against him at the praise.

"wouldn't mind that after every rough shift," he adds, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline. "lemme get you cleaned up."

jack leans forward to grab a dry bit of the towel you're both laying on. he gently wipes up the cum leaking from your hole before pressing a kiss to your thigh and shooting you a signature smile. jack crawls back up your body and curls around you easily.

you fall asleep first. he watches you breathe for a little while – an old habit he can never quite shake – then allows himself to succumb to the afterglow, too.

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littlelovelunette · 3 months ago

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"So, What If?" (2)

Contains smut, kissing, butch!r, oral, switch!Sevika, brat!switch!r

Word Count: 1.4k

Perhaps it was that one comment Sevika had made to you when you first fixed her arm but now suddenly, everything was so awkward between you and her.

Everyday, something new would be wrong with her arm and she would linger at your workshop, leaning against the back of the chair, legs spread almost invitingly as she watched you fix her arm. Your bare arm muscles glistened under the dim light of the garage, the way you occasionally pushed your short hair out of your face, wiped the grime stuck to your chest or neck.

You groaned, “Do you do this to me on purpose?” you asked her in an annoyed tone.

Sevika, a sly smirk playing on her lips, shifted in her seat, “Maybe?”

You didn't charge her extra, of course, like you'd said you would. Instead, you tried to lessen whatever price would've been the initial to an embarrassingly low amount.

Sevika noticed, of course she did. It was too obvious.

From the way you blushed whenever she said, “See ya’ next time, sweetheart,” and left. From the way you avoided her gaze whenever she was seated too close to you in your workshop.

“Get it together,” you kept telling yourself but you didn't know if you could. Sevika was just…. So hot. As if to make matters worse, she'd smoke right there in the garage and you couldn't help admiring the way she handled her tobacco. She was so deliciously beautiful too, it was almost distracting.

It was a windy afternoon when you were tinkering away on your workbench, Sevika entered, “Hey,” she said, voice low. This time, her arm was intact. She sat down at her usual chair, almost always left empty for her.

“Hey, what brings you here today?” You asked, dropping the wrench on the table, and turning to look at her. You were in a wife pleaser, grime and oil sticking to it as well as a little on your face. Sevika could swear her heart started beating just a little faster than before when you looked at her the way you did.

Your eyes half-lidded.

“Why do you look so tired?” Sevika asked, “You look like shit,” she added in an attempt to harden the edges of her demeanor.

“Thanks,” you said sarcastically, “Just been working on this for a while,” you nodded to the custom limb sitting on the table.

“Two questions; for whom is it and when was the last time you slept?”

You sighed softly, looking back at the arm and then at her.

You looked again at the arm, grabbing something out of your toolbox and began tinkering away, “For you and… haven't slept for 45 hours,” you said in a low tone.

Sevika was flabbergasted for a good few minutes and didn't say anything, “I…” she blinked and took a bit to respond, “That's— you don't have to…”

You looked at her with your tired eyes, “I don't have to but I want to. And I'll make the mechanics so complicated and advanced, you yourself won't be able to break it.”

Sevika chuckled at that, “Still feisty,” she crossed her arms, mechanical arm whirring as she did so, “Tell me about these mechanics…”

“Well, the latch is harder and not as thin as your current one, so it'll fit into the shoulder socket perfectly. I've made it so that the Shimmer tanks have a rubber edging, I don't want any leaks. Uh—” you looked at the arm, turning it to see it better, “Adding some locks here and there so it can't be ripped out in a fight, that tends to happen as I've… observed.” Sevika rolled her eyes at that but nodded in begrudging approval.

You went on, “I've also decided to change the pressure gauges, and really measure the amount of Shimmer needed, I doubt you need as much as you intake now because overdoses can be deadly, and with the—”

Suddenly you felt warm hands wrap around your muscles, somehow easily engulfing them because of how large they were, and pull you closer to Sevika. Her hot breath brushed over your face, reddening your cheeks at an instant. She shut your blabber with a kiss, a soft kiss to your lips which didn't last to be as soft as it started. Her tongue rubbed against your bottom lip, pushing inside your mouth.

“Mmmm…” you weakly moan against her mouth, you were too tired to fight it. Too tired to put up the strong act and melted right there in her arms. You let out a content sigh when she pulled back, smiling down at you.

“Yeah, you like that?”

Now, Sevika was naked, standing at the corner of your now closed garage. You were on your knees in front of her, undoing her zipper with your teeth as you maintained undeterred eye contact with her. Sevika muttered, “Fuck,” under her breath as she held your head, fingers threading in your short hair.

You placed one calloused hand at her inner thigh to part them, the other hand coming to spread her folds. “There she is… so wet.”

Sevika blushed, head tilting back slowly as she closed her eyes, squeezing the lids shut. You giggled at her reaction, wrapping your lips around Sevika's engorged clit. Sevika's breath hitched, her fingers tightening against your silky locks.

“Fuck, you ever gave another woman head?” Sevika asked. You smiled against her clit, sucking it hard before letting it go with a pop, “Mhm,” you stuck your tongue out, collecting her arousal on it and shoving the warm, wet muscle into her hole.

Sevika clenched, “Oh, gosh!” She gasped and rutted her hips against your face. You grinned and sucked her pussy harder than before, your tongue lapping up all her juices eagerly.

You loved the way she tasted. The right bit of sweet and salty, not to mention the way her taste lingered on your tongue even after you swallowed.

It didn't take a long while for Sevika to cum in your mouth, you held your mouth wide open, collecting her release in your mouth. “You taste so well, baby,” you swallowed and got up slowly, “Such a good girl,” your hand caressed her jaw, bringing her close for a brief kiss.

Sevika let out a small “ungh” as she returned the kiss, your tongue slipping in her mouth this time as you pushed one knee between her legs. She grinded her sensitive clit against your rough leather pants, moaning against your mouth. Sevika was so vulnerable at that moment, you couldn't help feeling a small sense of victory somewhere deep in your chest.

As you both parted, Sevika hastily unbuttoned your pants before she forced them off your hips with your panties, “I ain't kneeling,” she said. Sevika's thick fingers found your hole, rubbing your entrance, teasing it gently.

“Oh come on, you can do better than that,” you said in an almost condescending tone.

Sevika spared you a glare before her fingers pushed inside, “I know, I know, don't boss me.” She started moving her fingers, you smirked, seeing the way her eyebrows furrowed in concentration while she tried to get you to break in her arms, trying so hard to make you moan the way you made her moan.

Sevika grunted, “Why you—” but when she saw that toothy grin on your face, she knew it. You were just being a brat. What's so new about that? Sevika added a third finger, thumb starting to rub your clit and that made you break.

Sleepiness, who? You were moaning so loud you were sure the neighbours heard but you didn't care as you ground your pussy against Sevika's fingers.

Sevika smirked at your motion, fingers digging deeper as she curled them in the perfect spot. Your mouth opened, but this time no sound came out. You knew you were close, your hands gripped Sevika's shoulders almost painfully tight as your entire body tensed up.

“Fuck.” You cursed before your knees buckled, Sevika's mechanical arm came to wrap around your waist, holding you steady as her flesh fingers twisted in that one angle that made you see heaven, “Sevika, fuck!” You orgasmed on her fingers, soaking them. Your juices dripped passed her wrist and onto the dirty garage floor.

“See,” Sevika held out her soaked hand, “So much pent up tension and stress.” You blushed before crossing your arms, “Oh yeah? Wanna take this to bed?”

“If ‘take this’ means you're finally gonna rest properly, sure,” Sevika helped you dress back up and she did too, before heading upstairs so the both of you could now cuddle in peace together.

The best idea for an aftercare session.

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automotiveamerican · 10 months ago

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Chevy S10 Xtreme Major Oil Leak Part One

#Chevrolet S10 4.3 V6 #Engine Oil Leak #Oil Pressure #Oil Pressure Sensor #Oil Pressure Switch

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pixiesholloworld · 1 year ago

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You know you’re in serious trouble now. You promised your boyfriend you’d let him go down on you tonight. Though no one is obligated to have sex, you’ve chickened out so many times that it's become a pain that you personally want to get over. You’ve been dating for the first few months of college, meeting him at orientation and falling for him harder every time you saw him. He promised you two could start things slow being that you were a complete virgin (him being your first boyfriend), he told you there was no pressure and no matter how many times your nerves took over, he’d be understanding of it…but that didn’t stop you from wanting to jump headfirst into sex with him.

You immediately ran to the first and only friend you made all year, Suguru. He was a 3rd year and had just the right amount of patience to put up with you and your silly antics. You figured that since he was older, he must’ve had his fair share of women. I mean, come on, it’s not like he was ugly?? When you asked him to go to the mall with you to pick some things out, his slender face painted an amused smirk. You threatened to not have him go with you if he was going to take you as a joke, but he assured you he wasn't he just thought it was:

“Cute”

You turn a blind eye to his clear mocking of you and sat shotgun in his car. Upon arriving, you two went store to store (Suguru holding all the bags, of course). You went from Victoria’s Secret to Bath & Body Works, trying to pick out the right lingerie, the right perfume, and the right body scrub. You wanted everything to go over smoothly tonight, it helped that Suguru was right there picking out which scent would smell best on you, if it fit your face, etc. You’d like to think he enjoyed helping you in this way after all, who knows you better than your best friend?

After spending more money than you probably should’ve, he drove you home to your apartment. You made him sit and wait for you on your bed while you showered, decorating your shower walls with the different products you had bought earlier in the day. Using each one in the order it was supposed to be used, feeling how the wet metal stick glides across your legs and in between the creases your body makes.

After getting out of the shower, you find beads of water effortlessly dripping down your now hairless skin. The sight of it excites you a bit. You decided to hurry and dry off, quickly applying lotion and little blots of baby oil to keep your skin soft, throwing on a skimpy tank top, that showed your underboob and pajama shorts. You hurried to your room, plopping down on the bed next to Suguru, who is now lying on his back, toying with his phone.

“Sooo, how do I smell?" leaning in so he can sniff, he leans in, and his eyes flicker a bit, almost as if he were a vampire smelling fresh blood, but he simply gave you an:

“I’ve smelt better” and carried on with whatever he was doing on his phone.

“I’m serious, Sugie,” you whined, pushing his arm a little. “Do I smell good or not?” He turns to look at you, so you know he is sincere, his over observant eyes switching focus between your lips and eyes.

“You smell good,” he smiled, turning back to his now shut off phone, his eyes hiding something deep inside of him. He puts his phone down and lifts himself up so hes sitting. He places a hand on you, starting down your mid-thigh area, slowly creeping his way to your mid-calf, and back up again. His big, warm hands occasionally gripped at the fat closest to your bare mound. You could feel your body heating up from his sudden touch, and you prayed that he couldn’t tell.

“Soft too.” His head turns so his gaze can meet yours. You smirk and readjust yourself on the bed closer to the headboard, your legs practically inviting him in. He uses this opportunity to adjust himself right on top of your pelvis, his eyes staring at you with a certain ostensible innocence. He grabs onto your unsure hands and has you rub his face, brushing across his plump lips and keeping your hand there for a moment. You can feel him taking in deeper whiffs of your newfound scent. Blood rushes to your face, taking advantage of the moment to part his lips, curious to feel the warmth and wetness that it holds.

“So do I get a taste or what?” With his hands holding yours closely, you chuckle a little, trying to alleviate the tension. You won't deny that you’re already aroused and curious about how you taste. You find it hard to resist his request, being that he has already smelled and felt you. PLUS, this would be all for your boyfriend’s sake… right? No no, you won’t use any lousy excuses like that, you wanted this.

He slides your shorts and panties off of you to reveal your cunt, the translucent wetness forming webs between your puffs and the clothing. He looks back up at you with a hunger in his eyes. After sliding them all the way off, his head is stuck between your ankles. He begins kissing downward, leaving wet marks and gentle nibbles along the way down to your thighs. Feeling his warm breath tickle your thighs made your tummy swirl, your second heart beating faster than the first. He kisses and squeezes them, making sure you know he's watching your reactions. Your body shutters in response, never having felt this many sensations at once. Not only that, but this is your first time seeing your closest friend as something more. You never had any doubts about Suguru’s capabilities before, but especially now..

He slides his mouth over to your puffy gates, slowly kissing them. You can feel yourself oozing to the brim, watching his eyes dart up to you. His fingers graze over your soft skin, spreading your folds open, as he moves his stiff, wet tongue against your clit. He starts slowly, at first moving in long slow strokes, your body jolts a bit, slowly adjusting to the new feeling. He carefully slips a digit into you, feeling how you squeeze and twitch under his touch. He applies more pressure, moving his tongue rhythmically, and pushing his finger further and further into you. You start to pant and grab the sheets under you. With each stroke he makes, you fall deeper into euphoria, your face burning from the pleasure

“Sugie~” you whined. He moves both of his hands to either side of your hips and holds them down, making sure you feel everything that comes with ‘just a taste’. Your breaths become ragged and out of control, and your back practically levitates off the bed. He swirls himself in deep circles, drool escaping his mouth and drowning your cunt. He tounges you like you’re the sweetest treat he’s ever tasted, his brows furrowed as small groans escape his mouth, the vibrations and hot air adding to your arousal. You leave your mouth agape as the feeling drowns out any sense of the world around you, though it’s short lived as whines and silent moans leave your lips, moving quickly, you cover your mouth.

Suguru makes a disapproving groan against your clit making it beat with anticipation. He reaches up to your arms, sliding his hands down to your wrists. “Pretty girl,” he coos, vibrations still threatening to bring you over the edge. “Keep these down for me, or I’m going to tie you up, ok?” he warned, his voice deepening with lust. You nod and he slowly lets go of your hands, letting your fists bury themselves into the sheets. As he starts up again, this time suckling against your sweet bulb, your eyes shut tightly as you mindlessly attempt to move your hips towards him, your back practically levitates off the bed, begging for the pressure down below to finally release. Forlorn cries bounce off the walls as the familiar sound of sucking and huffing fills your ears, not nearly giving you enough time to breathe. But then he suddenly stops.

"Eyes on me.” You open your eyes and look at him, tears of joy form as he eases in two digits, beckoning a sharp gasp from you. His gaze grows softer shoots shoots you that same knowing smile. Knowing that he’s watching you, he’s touching you, he’s making you feel this way, it brings you over the edge, your tight walls seizing and leaking all over Suguru’s fingers, clutching faster and harder with every thrust. He traces his lips over your stomach back to your beating clit, eyes piercing through your skull, until the pressure building in your stomach finally boils over, appearing in the form of a gushing fountain. Your body tenses up until every last drop seeps out.

You look down at Suguru, who’s licking translucent slick off his fingers, his other hand still squeezing your thigh. “What? Want a taste?” He teases, crawling over your now limp body to position his lips above yours. They fall, lightly dancing against them, his hand finding its way under you and holding you close. His kisses become wider as he inches his tongue against yours, the slight metallic taste fulfilling your senses.

“You should only taste this way for me, you know?”

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hsunrry · 10 months ago

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hockey // one shot

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: you’re giving him massage after hockey game.

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words: ~1,2k

warnings: smut18+, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

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“im exhausted.” he groaned. “and sore.” he stretched before walking inside the car. you were already sitting in the passenger seat. you looked at him when he was getting inside. you had to admit, he looked tired. it was always like that after his hockey game. “cherry on top is that we lost, great.” he shook his head, rubbing his face with his hands.

“i’m proud of you anyway babe, you were amazing, as always.” you smiled, taking his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. he smiled weakly.

“thank you, honey. i’ll do better next time.” he sighed, kissing your knuckles. he started the car, going into direction of your shared apartment. “god, i don’t feel good. my muscles are hurting so bad.” he whined. you thought for few seconds, then spoke.

“how about you go take hot shower and i’ll prepare our bed for a little massage?” you suggested, seeing his wide smile second later.

“how did i get so lucky to have you?” he placed his hand on your knee, rubbing it with his thumb. you chuckled softly.

“i have to take care of my man sometimes.” he grinned at your words. after few minutes you were at your apartment. he went to take a shower and you went to your shared bedroom. you placed big towel on the bed and grabbed massaging oil from one of the drawers. you quickly changed to only panties and oversized shirt you often sleep in, to be more comfortable with your movements. 20 minutes passed and he walked in only in towel around his hips. he approached you, placing his hands on your waist.

“this shower was good, but i can’t wait to be massaged by my pretty girl.” he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“lay down on your stomach then baby.” you smiled, watching him unwrapping himself from towel and laying down. his cheek pressed to the pillow. you grabbed massaging oil and you sat astride his naked ass. you could see his smile.

“feels good already.” he mumbled, exhaling deeply.

“i didn’t even started.” you chuckled, pouring oil on your hands. you started heating it with your palms.

“i know, it just feels good to have you close.” he smiled softly, closing his eyes. it wasn’t your first time massaging him, so you knew how to do it the way he liked it. you started at his upper back, feeling how tensed he was. he groaned. “fuck.” you chuckled quietly, going from his lower back to the sides with perfect amount of pressure. “god, babe, i could spend my whole life like that.” he muttered. you smiled at his words, knowing that he’s enjoying what you’re doing. after good 30 minutes like that, the tension from his body was almost completely gone. you grabbed small towel from the nightstand and you started wipe off the oil from his back, your hands and forearms. you leaned to his cheek, placing a kiss there.

“done.” you smiled against his cheek, kissing it few more times. he nodded softly, opening his eyes.

“you’re the best sweetheart, thank you so much.” he said, his voice kinda raspy. “i feel like a newborn.”

“good, i’m glad.” you smiled, getting off him to the floor next to bed. he turned to his back, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him. his hands went to wrap around your waist. you chuckled. “what are you doing?”

“i want to make you feel good too.” he smiled, pecking your lips.

“i don’t need a massage baby.” you chuckled against his lips. he grinned.

“i’m not talking about massage.” his hands went under your t-shirt, rubbing your lower back. in one swift motion he managed to take it off, leaving you only in panties. you could feel he was getting harder under your thigh. he quickly switched both of you, so he was now on top, looking down at you. his lips quickly found yours, capturing it with heated kiss. his hands squeezed your naked breast, his thumbs teasing your nipples. you moaned quietly into the kiss. “i love how you sound because of me, my love.” he mumbled between kisses. his hand went under your panties to rub your clit in slow circles. he groaned when he felt how wet you already were. suddenly your panties were somehow gone too. he started kissing your neck, biting hard enough in few places to leave marks. his lips eventually wrapped around your nipple, sucking it gently. his two fingers went from your clit to your entrance, pushing slowly inside. you arched your back slightly when he started pumping his fingers in and out. “so ready for my dick.” he mumbled against your skin on your stomach. his lips were going down, closer and closer to your core, while his fingers curled into that perfect curve he knew was driving you crazy. you moaned loudly when his lips wrapped around your clit. your hand went to hold onto his hair. he hummed against your pussy.

“fuck, just like that.” you gasped, gripping his hair tighter. your breath started getting heavier from how close you were. he started moving his fingers in this specific angle, making your hips go up. you moaned and after few movements of his fingers and mouth you came around his fingers. he licked you through your climax, pulling out after you calmed down. he licked his fingers from your juices, going on top of you. his hard cock brushing against your sensitive core, causing your gasp. he smiled.

“i’m not done with you yet.” he smiled, kissing your lips softly. he lined himself with your entrance, pressing only tip inside. your breath hitched in your throat when he went fully. “you feel so good sweetheart, take me all like a good girl.” he whispered against your lips, making you shiver. his hips started moving slowly. you tilted your head back with moan when he went faster.

“sweet god.” you gasped. his hands gripping your hips, so he could move even faster and rougher. your back arched at intensity of his movements.

“look at me babe. i want to see your face when i make you come.” he panted, moving faster. you quickly obeyed. you felt your orgasm approaching fast and you knew he was close himself. yours and his moans filling the room along with flesh slapping against flesh. “fuck, sweetheart, i’m gonna come.”

“me too, i’m so close, i need just a second.” you gasped, gripping his forearm. soon enough your whole body arched. “holy shit, yes!” you moaned, clenching around his dick. he moaned after you, filling you with his hot sprouts. his cock twitching inside you, his movements slowed down to calm both of you from climax. he did few final moves, collapsing on top of you, not pulling out just yet. he kissed your lips gently few times, looking down at you right after. he saw how breathless you were and he smiled.

“i love you.” you smiled at his words, fixing his hair back, so they weren’t on his sweaty forehead.

“i love you too.” you said. after few seconds he pulled out. he looked down between you two.

“i guess it’s good we didn’t get rid of this towel.” he chuckled, looking at his release going down on it from inside you.

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chris-continues · 1 month ago

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Love Me Not

Robert “Bob” Reynolds/reader

SYNOPSIS: When cleaning the compound, you find yourself in a predicament with your soft hearted roommate.

CONTAINS: mutual pining, no use of y/n, gender neutral reader, this took me forever but I hope you like it, beta read by my lunch bunch iykyk, reader is apart of the thunderbolts, mention of thunderbolts shenanigans + references to og avengers dialogue, mentions of bob’s past

When you lift the Clorox wipe off of the counter, you can visibly tell where your fingers had scrubbed away insistently. Indents of cooking oil and whatever else people spilt left indents, a sigh escaping you as you carelessly tossed it into the garbage. From across the room, Bob has a stack of deftly folded blankets upon the couch cushions. Laundry has been plentiful ever since last weekend’s movie night when the team had bickered over what to watch, popcorn butter and soda spilt into the fabric. You’d already taken a hefty fabric cleaner into the couch, and thankfully almost no evidence of the incident had remained.

Bob’s eyes are focused, his hands deftly folding the fabric on his lap. He’s cross legged, bangs obstructing his face, but that only seems to pique your interest as your gaze lingers.

Fuck- no.

You were just checking for any remaining stains, that’s all.

Nothing else.

Your hand instinctively reaches for another wipe, only to come up empty. You reach deeper, only for nothing once again. Damn, you knew it was running low but your attention was split.

“I’m gonna run to the supply closet, do you need anything?”

His head perks up, eyes meeting your own before he’s averting his gaze yet again.

“Uh, I’ll just go with you,” he shrugs, brushing his pants off as he stands. He’s quick to follow you, something you find yourself fond of as his familiar presence looms behind you. Just a month or two ago, he’d be following several paces behind with hesitance. Originally, you had presumed he didn’t trust you with your past, only to realize it was himself he was concerned about. That thought alone was heartbreaking.

His feet pad behind you almost rhythmically as you two approach the closet. The metal handle lays cool beneath your touch, the door creaking open. Guess you still need to oil the hinges, the new installments around the compound each needed some elbow grease.

Wire racks lined the dim closet, your hand blindly following along the wall for the light switch. While your fingers grazed it, you insistently tried to flick it on. Once, twice, and with added pressure the third time-

To no avail.

“Valentina is so fucking cheap,” you curse beneath your breath, stepping further into the closet,

“I’ll just find it myself.”

Instinctively, Bob’s feet seem to follow you, his figure no longer guarding the threshold of the closet. You pay no mind, eyes adjusting to the darkness while you sift through the shelves for your required supplies. A resulting thud reverberates through the limited space, your head whipping around. You don’t miss the way Bob’s shoulders jolt at the sudden noise, his lips parted in surprise.

Almost instantly, he tries the door as if the air inside is suffocating, but the handle only rattles in response. A muttered curse escapes him, lips pressing together and his arms clutching at the sides of his sweater.

You could attempt to force your way out, you reason, but almost immediately recall that some walls in the compound are made with reinforced steel in order to shelter civilians or susceptible Avengers staff.

“I think we’ll have to wait,” you guess, leaning back against the shelf. It’s not comfortable by any means, but the cool metal digging into your back is soothing, so you take what you can get. You can discern Bob amidst the darkness, the only light peeping from a small crack beneath the door. His feet block the glow, his whole figure parallel to the door.

“You can’t punch your way out of here?” He inquires, his voice wavering ever so slightly.

“This room is basically a safe. Valentina’s provided blueprints said a few rooms such as this one,” you gesture with your hands before remembering it’s dark and he probably can’t see you, but you continue, “are a last ditch measure from protection if a non Avenger or something is here.”

His shoulders collapse, his body seemingly loosening up.

“Oh.” He swallows, “did the team say how long it would be?”

You shrug, stuffing your hands into your pockets.

“Four hours, maybe six if they run into more trouble than expected.” You note, your tone neutral but careless.

You can’t help but observe him, or at least the faint lines of him. Half of the time, you never get to really see him- he’s always shrinking himself into a corner, and when he’s not, he’s skittering off to his room. While Bob has grown more sociable, he still manages to put some distance between the two of you. Some days, it’s not terrible. He’ll loosen up, you’ll play cards or cook something together, occasionally joking and chatting about anything. It’s enlightening how carefree you two can be, and conversation with him feels meaningful. Even if it’s about something mundane, like the weather, or what book he plans to read next.

But some days he just seems to grow quieter when you enter a room. Your mind runs rampant with questions- is he afraid of you? Did you somehow break his trust, tarnish everything with him?

He shifts his weight from one foot to another, his figure remaining in front of the door.

“Why, you excited to finally be set free from my company?” You joke, but it doesn’t really land as humorously as you’d hoped, moreso an offputting remark.

His head turns towards you, his side profile barely discernible from his silhouette. The ends of his shaggy bangs stand in every which direction, like they’re alert themselves.

“No- no, you’re amazing- you’re great.” He stumbles out, clearing his throat.

You nod, before remembering that he probably cannot see you amidst the darkness.

“Thanks,” you decide upon, but your tone has an edge you didn’t intend.

You regret it the second you see Bob recoil, his outstretched arms now crossed before his chest. His feet shuffle, back tentatively resting on a shelf opposite you.

You can barely see him, but he has his own audible cues. His weight shifting from foot to foot, the way he nervously swallows, even his amused scoffs whenever Walker embarrasses himself.

Something rumbles from Bob’s chest, his shoulders collapsing.

“I mean it.” He says, almost defeatedly. Because respite for Bob was never soft for him, it was carved with late nights and beaten limbs flooded with exhaustion. Peace was the aftermath of madness, not built with care, reassurance and patience- all things your company brought him.

“Just getting used to everyone. My old roommates wouldn’t even be home half the time,” he chuckles, the sound dry in his throat. He neglects to mention that he was lucky to even have an apartment, sometimes couch hopping until he was kicked out.

You cock a brow, crossing your arms in amusement.

“And now sometimes it’s suffocating?”

His brows furrow in thought, absentmindedly tilting closer to you- the movement is slight, but in the expanse of the cramped closet it equates to miles of distance.

“No- just an adjustment period. Yeah.”

“I get that. I’m sick of handwashing dishes because there’s not enough room for plates and Bucky’s arm,” you scoff, albeit playfully. Little did you know, the action was purposeful. Per his observant eye, Bucky had crammed his bionic arm into the dishwasher in hopes to encourage the two of you to talk amongst yourselves.

“And uh, Ava phasing in randomly. I still get surprised.”

“Remember when she stole Walker’s shield right beneath his arm?” You snicker, recalling his flabbergasted expression as he ran after her. From what you remember, it was a bet between her and Yelena. They originally wanted to try and take Bucky’s arm, but upon hearing that feat had already been accomplished (apparently his arm had been gifted to a raccoon?) they decided otherwise.

“Pfft- yeah, Taco Tuesday.” His voice rumbles comfortingly, the two of you encased in warmth. The tenuous knot in your chest doesn’t feel so taut anymore, alight with fondness and familiarity. You find yourself relaxing into the shelf behind you, feet sliding forward to incidentally meet his own. The toe of one of your shoes meets the inside of his foot, the brief contact enough to send shivers up your spine- and his own too.

The lean muscles of Bob’s back tense, his shoulder blade meeting a bottle of cleaner behind him. You hear it before you see it, the distinct sound of plastic shifting slicing through the air. Without missing a beat, your forearm lurches across the room to catch it; the bottleneck of plastic is easily caught in your hand before it makes contact once more, cool in your palm as your fingers wrap around the ridges.

In your panic to reflexively snatch it, you don’t realize how you’ve bridged the gap between you and Bob. Your torso had lunged before him and almost made contact with his own.

Time seems to still, neither of you daring to move. He won’t meet your eyes, glancing downwards while he musters the courage. Nothing prepares you for when he meets your gaze, his stare careful but curious.

Observing you.

Admiring you.

From this close, you can see his eyes: a distinct blue accompanied by cesspools of grey, flecks of green and framed by lovely lashes.

He’s so beautiful.

The sight alone causes your limbs to buckle slightly, barely catching yourself before his lips purposefully brush the corner of your own. They’re slightly chapped from his frequent fidgeting, but they warm you regardless. Every part of Bob is soft- the way he leans into you, the way his hands are outstretched in case you fall, how he exhales against you- it’s so characteristically him.

Your shoulder supports your weight, still clutching the cleaner in one hand as you tense, muscles taut before relaxing beneath his touch. Neither of you pull away, your nose brushing his own; you make no move to initiate another kiss, rendered almost catatonic. You simply breathe one another in, lashes fluttered shut and basking in the silence.

Even if it’s temporary.

The distinct clang of combat boots and injured groans flood the compound, muttered Russian curses flooding Yelena before Alexei proudly applauds her for swearing ‘just like her father’.

Ava is the first to remark on your absence, the others beginning on their search for you. You’re almost sure you hear Yelena grumble about having to find you two and something about a zucchini… or maybe a cucumber.

Their looming footsteps are enough warning for you to scramble off of Bob, your flustered state leaving you uncoordinated while you fumble the forgotten cleaner in your hands like a ruffian. You miss the way Bob awkwardly swallows, folding into himself once again- but he still harbors an unmistakable fondness in his eyes.

Inevitably so, the door creaks open by Bucky, a knowing gleam in his eyes.

Yeah. You sure as hell weren’t fooling him.

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