#and kept losing and finding again

[jiguurten]

Throwaway comment that I think about too much, maybe.

See. See, it's a promise.

One, if I remember right, I assume he made to himself. A personal vow of sorts.

Mercy. Consideration. Humaneness. It's not an intrinsic part of his character. It's not who Castiel is. It's not what Heaven made.

It's a choice. One he has to remind himself of, one he has practice at, over and over—until it can come to him as easily as his ruthlessness, his brutality.

And that? Very appealing to me, personally.

When Castiel is kind? It's because he chose to be, not because he is. He wouldn't need a promise like this if he is.

I love characters like that. I really do.

[charleemoon]

im so glad u were listened to and loved by a friend :) those are so so important !! ur loved always always

[denouemente]

there is something so tragic to me about rhaenyra losing everything and everyone important to her and people act surprised when she has the audacity to react to it!!

[deanpinterester]

i have this unfounded theory that a lot of media is so consumed with trying to one-up each other and be different that they forget that simplicity is often just as effective of a tool in telling a compelling and cohesive story

[ploverbear]

Had a dream the other night I found 11 little new kittens outside and was like fuuck what do I do about this shit

[selvepnea]

Picking up bg3 again

[futuristictheoristcowboy]

i think its funny that in good omens some 11 year old swearing technically did more in stopping Armageddon successfully than the demon and angel main characters who spent the entire series trying to stop the end of the world. like girl, they didn't even get trialed for saving the earth, they got put on trial for being gay with each other really

[barefootcosplayer]

I have had the nicest people commenting on all my old bioshock fics recently and it is just so heartwarming and affirming like thank you and ily ily ily, I’m just feeling the love 😭💛🥰

[professorupdog]

I made an appointment on talkiatry to get adhd meds. The appointment was made several weeks out and they cancelled on me 48 hours before the appointment because they don’t accept my insurance.

You couldn’t have told me that weeks ago? Why did you let me make an appointment and log into a portal and create a profile and submit a questionnaire if you know you don’t take my insurance?

I’m. very pissed off. Like. Your clientele has ‘struggles to do things’ disorder. You know this. It’s been 18 months that I’ve been trying to get medicated because I keep Not Doing Things that I need to do because I have Struggles To Do Things Disorder.

[tinycatharsis]

😈

MOVIE STAR -s.jy-

Your friend’s attractive brother yearns for you? Well then he certainly can earn you

pairing— money struggling!jake x camgirl fem!reader

genre: smut minors do not interact, cam life au, friend’s brother au, p with very minimal plot, p with feelings, slight forbidden love

wc: 10.7k

warnings: kissing, profanity, mention of candy, heeseung cameo

smut warnings: filthy, protected sex, p in v, consented recording, masturbation, teasing, condom left behind, oral (f rec.), horrendously desperate jake, reader thinks jake is inexperienced (surprise he’s not), fingering, messy, wet, overstimulation, dirty talk, praising, usage of nicknames (baby, good girl)

The sugary flavor traced over your lip before voluntarily slipping back into your mouth. Your mouth pursed around the candy, crooking an eyebrow to your friend’s brother who fiddled with his fingers and averted his gaze away from you.

You pushed out the solid sugary candy from your mouth again with a pop before leaning back, tilting your head to the side as a side smile stretched at your face. While you heard him loud and clear the first time, you wanted to hear it again.

“Can you repeat that again Jaeyun?” You called out the foreign name you knew others rarely called him yet noticed his jerked reaction to it making your lips curl up

Jake could feel his cheeks burning up, his hand running up to his nape to fiddle with the back of his hair before poorly laughing. There was no right moment for this no matter how much he wanted there to be.

Either rip it off like a bandaid or don’t do it in the first place. Deep down he should’ve chosen the latter but it was too late to back out.

He licked his lips before diverting his gaze between you and the floor but when he looked back to you, his attention was drawn onto your chest for a split second before ripping his eyes away.

Sucking on the plush of his bottom lip, he awkwardly chuckled out a sigh before slowly lifting his eyes up from the ground. The more his gaze rode up, the tighter his chest caved in itself.

Yet, when you noticed his gaze rising up your legs, you uncrossed them without a word.

Jake gulped harshly, noticing the evident dip sitting right in between your thighs. Forcing his eyes away, he continued up until to your face trying his best to ignore the attributes he’s only seen through a screen every other week.

Unless you’re willing enough to have some mercy on him but he highly doubts that but it wouldn’t kill him to wish for that.

Your stained lips from the candy you were sucking on made him freeze, admiring how the shade matched you well. He was looking longer than anticipated and didn’t knock out the daze until you cleared your throat.

He sucked in a breath before looking into your eyes. Amusement was the first thing he noticed in your eyes but hidden underneath was something indescribable.

You smiled warmly at him suddenly causing his palms to sweat and clamped together as he discreetly tried to wipe them off with his pants. “Uh well you see, I don’t necessarily make the best pay in the world right now…”

You snort softly nodding your head, “So I’ve heard”

His eyebrows knit together in pure confusion and a slight of horror. You lightly chuckled pointing at your ear with the candy at hand, “You’re not exactly quiet when gaming”

His face grew hotter at the realization that you must hear him every time you come over. Unable to maintain the eye contact any longer, he looks away to close his eyes, hoping that if he denies the moment from happening it’ll seize to exist.

“So what about your money problem?” Jake lifted his hand to rub his sleeved arm in comfort when you circled back to the topic

“Now you see…” His voice strained trying to articulate the proper wording to form a sentence that wouldn’t come off so straight forward but enough to get his point across while also keeping himself sane which he knew was impossible whenever you were near

“You know my sister doesn’t really make the most money in the world either” The mention of your friend made you raise an eyebrow before motioning him to continue, “And there’s only so much that she can give-“

“You mean what I give?” You empathized the I in your sentence with a raised eyebrow

He tensed up, shouldering hunching up at your stern tone before slowly dropping them, afraid that any drastic movement will lead to his demise.

Nervously nibbling at his bottom lip, his fingers danced onto each other as he stared to the floor, “You’re a smart boy“ You stopped mid sentence, “Look at me Jake”

Your heavy sigh instantly gained his attention. While he’s not used to his name having such an effect on him. Oddly enough his body grows hotter the more he’s in your presence—regardless of you being his sister’s friend.

Your eyes roamed his face and neck, the smoothness and evident unblemished of it made your heart jump, “There you go” You smiled softly when he finally looked at you

He licked his bottom lip at the moment of silence, taking in the sight of your smile, “Like I was saying, you’re smart”

“You just need some confidence” You shrugged your shoulders, leaning back in the chair, your legs crossing over each other again as you rested your elbow on your propped up knee

Jake, unable to move his eyes off of you going into the exact spot that he found you not even 10 minutes ago. His interlaced fingers soon slipped out of each other, his shoulders pushed back to have his chest pump out.

You smirked at his now weak confident stance finding him cute, “Now go ahead and ask me the question” You wiggled your candy towards him

“Can I be a part of…” He took a gulp to wash away the nerves forming, “A video with you?”

Moving your head straight, your tongue lolled out to rest the sugary flavor on top of your taste buds before fully popping the candy back into your mouth and closing it shut.

Standing up from the chair you were in, you landed on your feet, dusting off your clothes. With each move you took, Jake watched you.

He shook his head to remain his eyes on the prize but the thought began to blur. “Found out that I do commission for those starring in?” You asked in a sultry way, your words melting his heart

He hastily nodded his head, unable to trust himself to say a word without embarrassing himself. His heart hammered against his chest when you took a step closer to him. You free hand motioned for him to step closer and instantly without a thought he took a stride closer to you.

Making sure he could hear you clearly, you sucked loudly on the candy humming in pleasure at the flavor on your tongue.

Jake peered at you, he saw your eyes closed and the sweet candy in between your lips sending goosebumps across his skin at the lewd sound before a familiar pop followed closely after.

Opening your eyes and looking ahead of you, your hand raised to his shoulder as he silently hissed upon contact causing a closed lip smile to rest upon your face.

You lightly pat his shoulder, “Sorry Jakey” The new nickname flipped his heart ignoring the clear rejection, only focusing on how you never strayed away from calling him by the name no one uses, “I don’t fuck virgins”

Then his heart sank to the pit of his stomach.

[◉¯]

Jake stared at himself in the fogged up bathroom mirror. Rubbing his hand over the glass to clear enough to somewhat properly see himself through the haze.

Pulling away his hovering hand, he pushed back his dripping hair, “Do I really look like a virgin?” He mumbled to himself before dragging his hand down his face in a loud groan

Ever since he heard your words, it’s played through his mind like a broken record. Everytime he vividly remembered the encounter, how your colorful lips uttered the words that crashed his world instantly.

There was the quiet ringing in his ears mellowing out the music playing in the background. He shook his head harshly to rid of the clutter in his head..

Bits of water flung around the bathroom as he roughly shook his head. He reached over to skip to the next song but stopped when a familiar notification popped up on his phone.

Nearly slipping at the water pooling at his feet, he grabbed the phone as his wet fingers hastily rushed to tap at the notification. However, his phone clicked on every other notification besides the one he wanted.

“Open!” He yelled not wanting to miss your live anymore than what he already has

A sigh of relief left him when he was finally redirected and your sweet smile coming into view. He could feel his heart pump out of his chest when your legs came into frame and pressed at your chest as you wrapped your arms at your knee.

He saw your eyes flickering around, presumably watching the comments, the endless high donations coming in from the moment you started the live and your viewer count growing by the second.

You softly giggle and a fluttering erupted in his chest until he felt his stomach fold in itself as one of your legs fell to the side. Your index and middle finger chased after each other slowly up your still perched leg to your knee.

The eyes that were once filled with wonder and faked innocence disappeared. You traced your knee in a slow manner before pushing your leg down to match the other side.

Jake gulped down the lump in his throat, unable to take his eyes off you. Grumbling under his breath in frustration seeing how the live comment section bursted. All those mindless praises flared something nasty in him.

He clicked to put it out of sight, only wishing to focus on you. Your hand helped stretch your neck, moving it side to side to release the supposed tension in it. You moaned in relief that quickly shot right to in between his legs.

Hearing it through his phone speakers and in real life was incomparable. No matter how good the sound system could be. Nothing could top hearing you in person.

As he stared at the screen, Jake’s eyes traveled down to the evident damping on your panties on full display. He pressed his lips tightly together as your hand dragged down from your neck down your body, passing through—stopping for a second at your chest, fingerings gliding over the material of your shirt. Your nipples harden through the tight material and his mouth salivated at the sight.

Was he insane for wondering how they would feel in his mouth? He can live with being known as insane when it comes to you.

Shaking the thought away not wanting to waste his time on that thought when you were right on his screen. Your hands continued down your body.

“Fuck” He muttered lowly when you teased the elastic band of your undergarment clinging to your body

A soft smile graced your face, bringing your legs together again before turning to the side as you hooked your fingers under and tugged at the material.

Pulling it to the side as much as you could before letting go to slap at your side making you yelp in surprise. You looked at the screen before shyly looking away to continue playing with your underwear until your finger slipped underneath again.

You peered over your shoulder to look at the camera, teasingly pulling down your panties off your covering mound. Jake who watched all of this felt his heart racing and then stopping once your panties passed your knees.

You raise your leg slightly up to have the piece of fabric hang from your ankle until you kick it off completely. And in a glory far too great for him, your wet glistening folds stared right at him.

His face dropped to appreciation the gift you granted him of such a sight bestowed upon his phone at full screen.

Your fingers inched closer to your throbbing swollen clit that begged for attention. Gracefully, you moaned the moment your finger grazed over it, head thrown out of frame.

Jake inhaled sharply, looking down from the screen for a second to see his hand wrapped about his throbbing hard on. He jerked back in surprise, just how that happened without him realizing.

Still, his attention span fell through when he heard the wet splotch erupt from his phone speaker and immediately brought his care back to you.

Left to watch you tap against your soaked self before stroking up before stroking down, spreading your folds apart to see your spasming hole.

You jerked away from your fingers rubbing against your clit until you slid a finger between. Jake watched how your finger slipped through and disappeared inside of you.

You let out a loud sigh as your body rested as you dragged your single out just a little before slipping it back in. But, after two strokes, you slipped another finger making you gasp, “So good” You breathlessly whined

Your two fingers pumped out just before your hole could flutter around nothing, you slipped them back in and through your moan, the squelch of your arousal mixing together with the collision of your hand made his head heavy.

The hand wrapped around his shaft tightened harder mimicking how you clamped around your fingers.

“W-wait” You wailed out yet your actions contrasted your plea

The whines bounced off the walls of the bathroom as you now rapidly thrusated your two fingers as far as you could inside of you. Your palm moving up and down against your clit every.

Jake felt excitement coursing through his body. While he knew he shouldn’t be watching you since you were his sister’s friend but that was the least of his concerns. Watching how you mindlessly thrust your fingers into you whilst rubbing at yourself, it was heaven.

Instinctively, Jake’s hand rose up to his tip before dragging back down to the base to match your pace. Holding tighter at his cock, his fingers ran over his slit, the leaking precum rubbed all around his tip. He loudly gasped, stumbling over his feet as he hobbled to the sink—both hands occupied until he threw his phone to the counter.

The hand holding the heft, he thrusted up into his first at your pace and lewd sound. Your strategic pitiful moans and hole taking two fingers made him snicker. “Put one more” His voice strained as his ears filled with the wet sounds of your hand rubbing harshly against your pussy

Knowing his request on the other side of the phone wouldn’t be answered, he closed his eyes shut to let his mind run wild. In his mind, you were wrapped around him instead of his hand, that it was your gummy walls tightening around him.

That those pornogrpahic but symphonic whines and moans were caused by him. He snapped his hips fasted into his hand, the sound of his precum leaking down his shaft fitted perfectly with yours.

“A little more” He whined, sweat trickling down his cleaned body as a familiar twist formed at his lower stomach, “C’mon you can take it- more!”

The humidity in the bathroom made the light headedness worse, his head lolling to the side as his jaw fell slack, succumbing to the pleasure of your sound.

The steamed room still has not fully dissipated and baring his eyes open just enough through his heavy eyelids, he saw the now three fingers stuffed inside of you—stretching you out beautifully.

Your free hand topped your laying one and helped guide your tired movements faster. “I’m gonna- I’m so close!” You blabbed as your legs clamped together as you chase your high

Yet, even though your core was out of sight, covered by your legs, your sound remained, growing louder by the second.

Jake fisted his hand even harder chasing the high, his knuckles burning at the cold tile rubbing against it but that thought flew to the back of his mind.

Tighter.

Resting his palm onto the counter to stabilize himself, he rammed himself in between his tight fisted hand as he let out his own growing moans until he came to an abrupt stop. Fingers wrapped around his tip as ropes of his cum shot out.

A loud noise erupted from his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut, his ears ringing from his orgasm; however, through the muffled silence of his heavy breath your loud whines ripped him back into his hazy mind.

Uncontrollably, his hips buck to the sound. His lips quivered as he tried to stop himself from moving anymore, far too sensitive to push himself even more but his body had a mind of its own.

Weakly peering open his eyes, he watched as you clenched around your fingers, painting them in your arousal.

“S-shit” Jake pitifully mumbled as his vacant hand wrapped around his other as he rutted back into his fist

His cock slipped in and out easier from his accumulated release. The blood flew from his head straight to his cock. He knew he had to stop but he just couldn’t.

As you slowly pulled out your fingers from your hole, it gaped with nothing to fill it. Your arousal smeared pussy glistened, making his cock jerk.

Trashing his body to pull away at the sensation, bits of saliva slipped down the side of his mouth to his chin as his hips kept dragging his still hard on out through his hand

The makeshift cage around him would have to suffice, “Fuck!” He painfully wailed as his second orgasm washed over him

As the white streaks shot out, his weak thrust came to a stop until clear excess spurt out. His chest heaved as he attempted to regain his breath. His hands loosening around himself, his eyes fluttering as he felt sticky all around.

The fog in the bathroom mimicked the one in his brain as he tried to stabilize himself on his wobbling legs. Shifting in between his feet as his other hand stayed to keep him from toppling over, he landed on his elbow.

His head hung low seeing the towel once wrapped around his waist discarded onto the messy floor. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh when he leaned forward to rest his head into the crack between his bicep and forearm.

Shaking his head and gulping the dryness away from his mouth, he coughed loudly and straightened himself as he turned on the sink and rid the evidence of what he’s done.

Scrapping in between the cracks of his fingers with soap, he ran his hands under the striking cold water until his hands were clean. He made a makeshift cup to fill and splash his face with the cold water.

Turning off the faucet, he shook his head and went to grab his phone to exit out of your now ending streaming. You waved goodbye to the camera with a warm smile like nothing had happened.

Jake’s finger hovered over the clear X in the corner to leave but his attention remained on shimmering self unable to click out until you ended it yourself.

Sighing heavily, he moved his finger away but a few droplets managed to land on his screen. Jake freezes and his phone nearly slips through his hand as he looks at his screen in horror.

His recent paycheck is now gone.

Your smile now brightened as you laughed lightly, looking directly in the camera. “Thank you for the donation… Dikeu”

[◉¯]

“Do you see him?” Your friend’s voice anxious as she stood beside you

You’ve been trying to see who your friend has been trying to point out for the past 5 minutes through the crowds of people.

You shake your head which made a frustrated noise coming from her as she pulled your arm, her hands at the side of you head as she guided your eyesight.

”Hey!” You started but when the familiar fluff of hair came into view, you had to hold back the rising corner of your mouth to keep still

“I see your brother” Jake who enthusiastically ran his mouth, his plump bottom lip jutting out when he said certain words

“No!” Your friend frustratedly sighed, moving your head further towards the one talking to her brother

“Oh you mean Heeseung?” You pulled your head from her hands but shifted your gaze from the said male back to Jake, who you’d rather focus on

You could feel the questioning gaze from your friend, “Got the hots for him or something?” You looked away and faced your friend who shied away and remained silent at your question

Letting out a small chuckle at the lack of response, you patted your friend’s shoulder making her look at you. “No need to worry, let me handle this” You smiled before walking towards the two males

Your friend quietly shouted your name—wanting to avoid drawing attention to the situation but you were already too far ahead that she sighed heavily and messed around with her outfit to deal with the growing nerves.

“Heeseung I’m going to be a deadbeat before I could even say I’ve lived life!” Jake frustratedly pushed back his hair, “I’m going to go out a celibate” He painfully chuckled as he dragged his hand down the side of his face

“Celibate is by choice” Heeseung laughed at his friend but Jake brushed him off

“Might as well be by choice at this point” Jake huffed crossing his arms over his chest

“Well it could be worse Jake, you could be going out a virgin”

Jake popped his arms out in a loud sigh, “I don’t even know how I’m functioning right now”

“This is the longest I’ve gone without fucking”

Jake started rambling but his friend tried to stop him but to no avail, he only continued, “I should’ve stayed a virgin if I knew it’d be impossible to get laid when you’re broke”

Even though he felt a tug at his arm, he pulled his arm away and roughly shook his head at his friend, “What? I’m telling the truth. No one is caring enough to pay attention to me when I don’t have a dollar to my name, let alone fuck me”

But before he could continue he froze when the familiar pitch of your voice came from behind, “Jake?”

Maybe it was his mind playing a trick on him but when he heard Heeseung say your name his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as he realized he was foolish for even thinking you weren’t real.

Jake’s shoulders deteriorated into a slouch and his mouth fell open when he faced you.

“Sorry don’t mind me but I really need Jake right now” Before Jake had any chance to say anything, your hand wrapped at his bicep before tugging him to follow you

Not saying another word, Jake aimlessly followed you as he peered behind to see Heeseung staring right back at him in amusement, “Need you to focus here dikeu”

At the new nickname, he felt his body become rigid, his finger on his mouth to hush you, “Shh! People will hear you” His eyes flickered around to see the few peering eyes towards your general direction before managing to escape them outside

Your kind smiled dropped the moment you turned around to face him and let go of his arm, “So you are dikeu” Your arms crossed over one another, you thought it was a crazy coincidence but you didn’t actually think it was him

Jake froze upon the realization of what he let slip out. His hand flew over his mouth and his eyes nearly popped out of its socket as he screamed into his palm.

You jumped at the sudden burst of emotions, “Shh, this time people will actually hear us” Your hands moved up and down to quiet down his frantic self

Jake released the hand over his mouth to brush his hair out of his face with a shudder of his breath. This time he silently let out a groan as his eyes looked to the floor, unable to face you.

“Well I thought you heard of me because of your sister” When you spoke, Jake tried to keep himself from running in the opposite direction, “Not because you were subscribed”

Suddenly without fail, Jake’s knees gave out on him, he crouched to the floor, his caged in between his shoulders as his head hung low. His cheeks burned under his skin, the stretch of his finger playing with his nape but stopped when your hands pulled them away.

Lifting his head up to see you looking at him, your smile shining and radiating ease matching the soft rubs of your thumb against his burning skin.

“Is it true that you’re not a virgin?” When you asked the forward question, he flinched but not enough to pull away

His mouth screwed shut as his mind raced trying to find the words for a proper sentence. Harshly licking his drying lips, he looked to the floor.

Sighing softly, you called out his name to garner his attention, “Jake” The stern yet soft tone nearly had his heart ready to burst

“I’m not” His voice was quiet like a whisper that he would’ve missed it if he wasn’t already hyper aware of you

You bit on your tongue to hold back your grin. Tugging his hands to land on your lap making his gaze flicker from his hands on your lap and your mischievous filled eyes.

“You know I don’t have your number” You lowly hummed tilting your head to the side just a little, “You’ll give it to me, won’t you Jakey?”

Jake’s knees fully gave up on him only leaving him to land right on them. The words got caught in his throat so with the only option to aimlessly nod his head and for the first time, he saw your smile. A genuine smile.

[◉¯]

Groggily rubbing your eyes as a yawn slipped past as you scrolled through donations collecting your bargain for the week.

The high amount of numbers clicking into your bank a ccount until you stumbled upon the infamous username. A relatively high price paid towards you which you knew full well had just been recently added to his bank account before forfeiting to you.

Just what is dikeu doing? Your curiosity got the best of you as you decided to scroll through your account, a bigger wonder if there were any other traces of Jake left behind that you might’ve missed

Scanning through everything imaginable, it came up empty with the exception with the one recent donation. You huffed loudly as you leaned back, your arms folding over your chest.

Staring at the screen in front of you, you glanced at your phone before hastily grabbing it.

Supposed to be trying to sleep early in hopes of stopping himself from dwelling anymore on you and your sweet voice, enticing demeanor that dragged him right into your world.

However, his eyes shot open when his phone rang and his screen lit up in his dark room. Squirming his face into his pillow he heavily puffed before grabbing his phone and zeroing in on the notification.

Yet, when he did, he nearly fell off his bed when your name in bold letters with a small smile alongside it appeared. Scrambling to sit up as his fingers fumbled between the green and red button.

Pressing down on a random button, hoping that it was the one he deep down desperately wanted. He brought his phone to his ear and with a shaky voice when he heard the call go through,

“Hello?”

“I was starting to think you gave me a fake number there Jakey” Your voice from the speaker sounded clearer than anything he has ever heard before

He loudly coughed shaking his head knowing full well you couldn’t see him, “I’d be the biggest idiot if I did”

“But how come you called? You could’ve easily sent a text to check” Jake awkwardly squeaked out, his voice of pitch higher than usual making him cringe

He cleared his throat, shifting in his own bed as he waited for your response.

“Don’t know” You lowly hummed staring at your ceiling with a soft smile hearing his shuddering breaths, “Maybe just wanted to make sure that it was you”

As the silence grew more, you peered over to your computer, dikeu’s account opened and public for anyone to see that he only followed one creator on the whole app—you.

“Can I ask you something real quick?” Jake froze on his spot, his heart racing as he nervously fiddled with the collar of his shirt

“Yeah of course” His voice was soft and mellow, contrasting how he was during the beginning of the call

You smiled at his almost immediate response as you turned your body over to lay on your front. You sucked your bottom lip into an even wider smile, “Well as a clear subscriber for…” You squinted at the screen, “8 months, what concept or should I say video, is your favorite?”

Jake nearly sent himself off his bed again, the air caught in his throat. He patted his chest roughly, pulling his phone from his ear to see the call minutes going up by the second of his lack of response.

He could hear you faintly call out his name as he rushed to bring the device back to shell of his ear, “I’m here sorry”

“I was just not expecting that”

“What were you expecting?” He could feel your question gaze through the line

“I don’t know, maybe how was your day?” The tone of voice raised higher at the end of his sentence

Your laughter filled his ears prompting his own awkward one mixed with yours.

Instead of focusing on the answer right away, his fingers rubbed over Adam's apple while loudly clearing his throat to answer you, “I uh like-”

Jake took a moment and closed his eyes, he covered his face in embarrassment before going on. “I like the point of view one…” He quietly admits and your grin grows

“Oh really, why? Like imagining that it’s you?” Your slurred speech ran down to his body as he could feel his body instantly react to you

He stayed quiet for a second trying to rack his brain for something to say but it wasn’t quick enough for you, “Don’t leave me hanging, tell me what you like about it so much?”

His heart nearly jumped out his chest, he pulled his phone away as he silently screamed kicking his feet in the air before lighting patting his cheek to knock the senses back into him.

Clearing his throat, he adjusted himself to portray confidence because you can fake it until you make it, “Not even that, I just love how it focuses only on you”

You blinked at his unexpected response, you slightly perched yourself up from your bed. ”Is that so?” You gulped trying to regain your altered composure

“So you must hate it when there’s someone else in my videos” You slightly teased but he cut you off with a more factual information

“Well not really. You’ve only ever posted with two other people on your account. Everything else is just you” He corrected your previous statement and you pulled your phone to look at your screen

You brought your phone back to your ear in a hum, “Stalker much”

“I prefer the word observant actually” He chuckled unsure of where the sudden confidence came from but gripped it tightly not willing to let it go so easily,

“So then Mr. Observant, how would you like a hands-on experience? It’s better to witness it in person rather than watch through a screen” Expecting Jake to shy away from your shameless attempt

You didn’t expect for him to run head first into it.

“How does tomorrow night sound for you?”

Your wide smile unable to be contain anymore as you reply, “Sounds perfect”

[◉¯]

Jake was confident in his ability to please people, even if it’s been a while since he’s gotten together with someone. Yet, he’s so nervous around you.

His leg bounced up and down, unable to get rid of the jitters by screaming or moving around; he had to opt for a more discreet approach which failed either way.

“Damn you’re on the edge of the bed” You pointed out in a laugh, “It looks like you’re about to fall off”

“Sorry” Jake unconsciously apologized keeping his eyes trained to the floor instead of you

Hands on your waist as you focused on him. Shamelessly checking him out and the outfit he was wearing. You were finding it hard to believe that he wasn’t a virgin.

The white long sleeves that neatly cuffed past his wrist, a navy blue t-shirt with letterings you didn’t bother to pay attention to and light khaki baggy pants that suited him perfectly jumping up and down with each shake.

Your fingers ran over your lip with a laugh as you lightly shook your head, “Are you okay Jake?”

He slightly jumped at the sound of your voice growing nearer and he flickered his eyes around as you quickly nodded his head, shooting a thumbs up your way.

Both of you cringed at his antics, him finding it embarrassing while you found it endearing.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You tilted your head to the side, “I can just give you the money, free of charge”

Turning your body to rummage through your desk cabinets as you searched the packs of envelopes that held your emergency money in but froze when two arms landed on each side of you.

Your shoulders tensed up making you appear smaller the moment his breath tickling against your ear, “No. Let me earn it”

“Please”

You blinked as you twisted your head to see a fiery look in his eyes as he stared into your eyes. The previous look he once had disappeared into nothing as his plump lips hesitantly planted a kiss to the side of your head.

He pulled away for a second to take in your reaction but seeing a glint cast over your eyes for a second, he caught himself leaning in again to plant more pecks against your face.

“Jake” He jolted when you called his name so breathlessly but he didn’t stop—or more like he couldn’t

His lips messily parted from your head as he made his way down your face until he reached your jaw. His arms being the only thing keeping him up from toppling over. “What are you doing?” Your words contradicting your actions as you provided more access to your neck

The feel of his plush lips melted into your skin as you felt the faint smirk against it, “Starting to get ahead of ourselves aren’t we?” He nodded his head at your words while he softly sucked on your skin

You heavily breathed out as you slowly turned your body around to properly face him. Immediately his arms wrapped at you as your hands raked up until they reached the fluff of his hair before sliding through them, filling the cracks between your fingers with it.

The wet mouth never left your skin as he pressed kisses everywhere that skin showed. His hands softly digging into your side as he pressed his body against yours, “Hold on- Have to get the camera” You sharply inhaled when he nicked at your skin with his teeth

“Depriving me more of you huh? How cruel” He chuckled slightly pulling away to hover at your side as you rummaged around for your camera

“Let’s just use the phone camera. Makes it feel more natural” He pitched in making your scoff

“Or more amateur” You shot your head at him to see the sheepish grin he had plaster across his mouth

“Then let’s make sure it’s a hella good one” He giggled because making it feel more natural and real reminds you of the circumstances of this moment

This was your friend’s brother yet, you grinned aimlessly nodding your head in agreement. “Want to make your own point of view video?”

“Yeah… But might not be willing to share it with the world. I think I’ll be selfish and keep it for my eyes only” Jake hummed, his eyes flickering between your mouth and eyes, silently pleading for permission

“Kiss me Jake” Without having to be told twice, he captured your mouth with his

Your hands grasped his forearm as his hands shook, cupping your face. Feeling a dizzy sensation filling your mind when his hands retightened at your cheeks. Your hand traced up his arm to grab a fist full of his hair.

Lightly tugging at the fluff of it you giggled in the kiss, “Thought you so desperately needed money”

He chuckled, his mouth detaching and reattaching themselves onto yours, “Being with you is better than getting a penny”

The harsh flutter in your heart after his words made you press harder against his lips to keep him from saying anything more. He noticed your efforts and allowed his hands to roam freely over your back.

His fingers dug deeper into your side causing your mouth to part enough for his tongue to slip in. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders, his head tilting further to the side to deepen the kiss.

“Phone” You muffled into his mouth, a silent roll of his eyes he fished out his phone with one hand while the other remained holding you close

With his eyes still closed putting all the faith into his finger to click the right buttons and start recording. As he could hear the faint ping, he peeked his eyes open to see the red dot flashing with the timer running.

He smirked in the kiss before closing his eyes again, praying you both were in frame.

Your hands grabbed his face to not break the kiss. Your head begins to feel heavy and light at the same time as all the oxygen in your lungs left and mixes with Jake’s.

Your body was pushed back until the back of your knees hit your bed frame and immediately you fell back with Jake topping over you. For a split second, he pulled away to suck in an uneven breath before diving back into your lips.

His arm extended out as he tried to balance the phone whilst focusing on you. Being able to feel the light shake that ran through his body, you softly giggled before forcefully pulling away.

Yet, he couldn’t get enough—he didn’t want it to stop. Jake chased after you, messily pecking at your lips. He babbled something incoherent making you laugh and pushed at his chest to properly break apart.

You heaved with each pant you took as you gulped down a waft of air to even out your breathing. Jake stared at you with a crazed look in his eyes, his tongue running over his swollen lips before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

Quickly matching his energy, you broke out into a weak laugh with him as he landed his head into the crook of your neck. Your hands reach to hold him close.

Your arms snaked around his neck, he flushed his body onto you when he felt the faint shake of your head, he wasn’t sure what it meant but he couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“Prop the phone up. It’ll be better for you” You whispered loud enough for him to ear but he roughly shook his head

“I want to show you off” He murmured lifting his head and carefully leaning down to softly kiss you

You hummed happily when his mouth reattached to yours. The plush of his lips messily pressed softly against yours, the arms at the side of your head crawled into your side, his grip on his phone loosened while he poorly recorded the two of you.

Purposely letting out a louder sigh as your hands moved to his broad back, “Sound so pretty baby” He muttered against your lips before tugging at the bottom out then releasing them with a loud pop

You giggled at the action but your mouth suddenly dropped when he traveled down and planted wet kisses at your check to the shape of your jaw before trailing down to your neck.

The fingers that played with the fabric of his search divulged straight into the follicles of the fluffy hair, tugging at them which only urged the heavy sighs from him.

Turning your head to the side allows more access for Jake to lather himself over your body. With your peered open eyes you catch the discarded phone. You look back to your body whether both of Jake’s hands roamed your body.

Instead of being able to garner his attention, softly pleasurable noises left your swollen lips. You loosened your hold on his hair in an attempt to grab the phone and prop it up enough where you two show but Jake stopped you midway.

He yanked your hand back into his hair. “Let me take care of that” Your eyes widen in shock but your body shifted into a pliant state when you heard those words

Allowing your mind to drift away and appreciate the moment instead of focusing on anything else but Jake

You tilted your head back into the mattress, allowing yourself to get caught up in the way his hand glided across your body until it slid under your shirt.

A faint hiss escaped when the cold rough feel of his hands grazing your skin, his sole attention focused on you, “You’re so pretty. So fucking gorgeous. You’re just the prettiest person I’ve ever seen”

Jake’s voice was heavy but soft, something you hadn’t experienced with other guys before ever. Especially not with the two who showed up in past videos.

Your hands tangled deeper into his hair when you felt a wet stride trail down your stomach.

Suddenly catching your wide eyed gaze at the camera pointed towards you, Jake smirked, his plump lips bit down on the waistband of your pants.

Instinctively, your hands attempted to peel the phone away from his grasp to try and pan it towards him but he stopped you from doing so.

“I already told you, I want it to be on you” He told each trace of his skin on yours left goosebumps in its wake. Your body shakes when he fumbles over your lower body. It was swift and quick that you were left in your undergarments

Jake froze when he caught sight of the cling of your panties to your core, hugging and molding your folds through the thin material. His heart picked up in pace, he felt like he was in cloud 9. He shakily panned the camera over to capture the sight.

However it didn’t last long when his thumb ran over the growing wet patch on your underwear to worsen the damping.

Pushing further between your folds, slightly applying more pressure each time he slid in deeper, he focused on how the material caved inwards, spreading your folds apart.

“Ja-“ You mewled but stopped when his hand slipped from underneath and rubbed away at your flesh

He bit harshly down on his bottom lip to stop the pitched noise to leave his throat when he touched your glistening entrance. It soaked his thumb as he pressed it deeper in while the rest of his fingers pushed away the undergarment to the side.

The camera closed in on your soaked entrance as his fingers rubbed harder igniting soft moans from you. “I got you this wet? Could get used to see you like this” He hummed more for you than the camera before dipping his head to place a soft kiss against you

You jerked away from the plush of his lips instead of on your lips and neck, now on your sensitive folds. Jake smirked and was able to feel the cheesy smile, you lightly smacked the top of his head erupting a giggle out of him.

As he adjusted the camera to capture your wet folds, he stuck out his tongue to take a long stride against you. Your hands flew to his hair as tugging at the strands allowing you to press further into the sheets.

His freehand roamed over your body, tracing at your knee before prying yourself open even more. Scooping all that leaked out of you, he messily slurped your mess.

“So wet” He moaned into your glistening self, his quick nibbles at your making your body wither beneath him

Tugging harder on his hair, your back arched off the bed as the lewds noises filled the room. The shameless slurps, the heavy pants and growing moans as he messily pressed himself deeper in, his nose grinding into your clit.

His tongue flicked up at your folds, the wetness leaking from the corner of his lips and dribbling down to his chin. Jake’s free hand traced under your trumbling thighs, placing them on his shoulders.

Your legs tried to squeeze together for a moment forgetting that he was there but his hand dug into the flesh of your thigh, “Trying to keep me in place baby? Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere”

The deep rumble of his voice ran up your spine and clouded your head. Every calculated glide of his tongue left you dizzy but you yelped a broken moan when a finger slid into your gaping hole.

He was infact not a virgin nor inexperienced, just highly unlikely.

“J-Jake” You squeaked when another finger joined parting your spasming self more

The entire time, Jake never once looked away from you. He watched how your chest rose with each breath you took. Your bottom lip quivers and he smiles at you.

He adjusted the camera to zoom in on where his mouth was attached to you but his grip slipped when your legs caged him against your pussy as you grinded against his face and fingers for more friction.

“Someone is eager” Jake lightly chuckles but simultaneously curled his fingers into your gummy wall, grazing at them causing your eyes to roll back to the back of your head

“D-don’t tease” You huffed but he didn’t listen because he knew you didn’t mean those words, not when your legs hooked him into place as you chased after his mouth

The camera fell from his hand and landed perfectly on a bundled up blanket. Jake didn’t bother to check if it was catching the two of you.

Both his red knuckles and swollen mouth were deep in your pussy. As he pumped into you, his tongue flicked around your folds to gather any spilling wetness. There was no way he could risk losing what you taste like, needing it embedded into his mind forever.

With each curl of fingers, he would extend them out to scissor your fluttering hole open. The rapid kisses at your glistening spread apart folds as he lathered his tongue around, “I’m going to- Please”

“Come for me baby” Jake pushed deeper with his fingers and matched the ruts of your hips against his face

Throwing your head back, a louder moan ripped out of you as you tightly clenched around his fingers. Jake slurped up what you released making sure that he didn’t miss a single drip.

His fingers moved in pace to help you throughout your orgasm making you slightly jerk at the stimulation to which he only said, “Helping you”

He choked on his breath when he was pulled from between your legs and you slammed your lips right onto his. Jake stared at you in shock as he watched your screwed shut eyes while your mouth moved with his in sync.

Your hand tangling in his hair, legs wrapping at his torso to flush his body to flush on top of you, not wanting to let him go. His hand dug harshly into your side, his freehand perking up your leg as teeth clashed together from improper correlation, your tongues meeting another as you kissed each other silly.

His hand tightly grasped at your breast and squeezed it making you whine. You pulled at his hair, the lack of oxygen making you and him dizzy but unable to pull away from each other.

“I need to be inside of you please” Jake pleaded in between kisses as he chased after you when you tried to pull away for even more than a second to respond

“Condoms in my drawer” You panted out when you could’ve, hoping he managed to catch what you said

Yet, instead of freaking out since it’s been a while that he’s actually used one, he didn’t think twice of climbing off to rustle through your drawer and taking out two.

Perching yourself onto your elbow, you raised an eyebrow when you saw two packets between his shining fingers. It must’ve been written on your face because Jake chuckled and pressed a chaste peck to your cheek, “Trust me, we’re going to need ‘em”

The corners of your lips yanked up as you stifled a laugh but your smile quickly faltered when you saw how serious he was. You opened your mouth to question but Jake stood up from your bed and began fumbling with his belt.

Your eyebrows jumped as your eyes flickered down to notice the large bulge poking from within the restraints of his pants. Your mouth dropped when his pants did and he was left in only his boxers.

“W-what?” He asked when he noticed your surprised expression, “Is something wro-“

“You’re huge” You interrupted him as you gawked at his size

You’ve seen some different bulges before but never like this.

The wet patch changed the color of his boxers around his leaking tip making you gulp down the nerves. But those two words were like a switch in Jake’s head.

Something consumed his sense of rationality and sanity and threw it out the window, he took strides straight to you. His mouth twitched into a smile as with each step he took, he tugged his boxers down.

“Don’t worry, you can handle it” He hummed and you watched how a dark cloud filled his eyes

Your mouth opened to respond but when you caught sight of his hung self in all its glory, no restraints holding it back, you closed your mouth.

Your nerves skyrocketed when you heard the plastic ripping sound and you looked back up to see Jake leaning against his arms to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Want to put it on for me baby?”

Tilting your head to the side to see his cheesy grin, you bit on your bottom lip to hold back your gleaming smile. Grabbing the offered plastic and pushing his leaning body away from yours just enough to grab his twitching cock.

Jake whimpered at the tight hold you had around him, your thumb rubbed at the side of his shaft as you watched the precum leak more out of him.

Looking up through your eyelashes, you smirk as you leveled down to his cock. “Wh-Wait!” Jake’s voice strained yet it was too late as you dragged your tongue across his tip, licking him clean of the mess

Jake threw his head back as he moaned when you engulfed his bulbous tip into your mouth. Having to try his absolute best to stop himself from toppling over, he rooted in himself in your bed.

Although, you didn’t say much. Jake did. “O-Oh so good”

“Shit your pretty mouth is perfect to me” You dragged your tongue from the tip down his shaft to the base and you smirked when you felt an even heavier weight

Jake blushed when the next words fell from your full mouth, “You’re heavy Jakey”

His face burned in embarrassment but the pleasure was too good to care anymore. Using everything in his power to stop himself from ramming his cock into your welcoming mouth, he pushed your body back to the bed.

“Turn around” He snatched the condom from your hand in an unwarranted haste and you jerked at his sudden change of demeanor but a gush leaked out of you at the stern tone and hard gaze glaring into your soul

Your body was like fire and Jake was willing to get burned.

In all the times you’ve been around Jake, you had never seen this side of him before. Naturally, you were curious by how much you could poke at him before he snapped.

You knew testing your luck was dangerous considering how he could leave you all hot and bothered. But you remained sprawled on your back, your hands riding up your shirt to expose your skin.

You tilted your head to the side as you saw his jaw clench and his tongue poking the inside of cheek in annoyance. “I said turn around”

But he noticed your continuous lack of obedience, leaving him to sigh loudly and pinch the high nose bridge. The rationality that was already out the window dug a deeper hole followed by his dignity and sense of self as he was consumed by need and desperation.

“Be a good girl baby… Turn around for me” He stopped your treading up shirt and rested his hands at your hips, softly tugging at them to help flip you over

You looked up at him with a slight frown, “Why?”

Knowing better than to try and test Jake even more with the chance that he could leave you like this but you knew the chances were slim.

Jake landed back on his arms leaned down into your ear, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear, “How else would I fuck you nice and open?”

A cold shiver ran up your spine, unable to dwell on the thought any longer. Your body moved on its own onto your knees and below but before you could lay down, Jake stopped you.

“Hands and knees for me” He ran a hand over the middle of your back before trailing down your spinal cord softly grabbing at your hips and tugged you lower half back, “Good girl”

The chilling accented voice only lasted for a second in your head when you were suddenly stretched open as he slid into you. “Shit- So fucking good” He grunted as he pushed himself further into the confinedment you provided to him

Your jaw dropped as your head threw back as your folds pulled apart from each other at the intrusion. “Jake” You mewled his name

Jake dug his fingers deeper into your hip in response, loving the way you called out to him that he needs to hear it forever.

“C’mon baby you can take it” His thumb rubbed at your side to soothe your frantic self with hopes of helping you accommodate to his size that made you feel like you were being split in half

“You can take more than that-“ Jake grunted as he eased his cock more into your spasming hole, “Take a fucking cock in that sweet pussy of yours”

“P-please” You wailed, clawing at your sheets that crumbled underneath your bodies

Jake pressed his hand flat onto your back before snapping his hip drilling his cock to fill you up in one thrust. Your arms nearly gave up on you from the harsh jolt but Jake helped you stay up. Your fist gripped the sheets, making your knuckles turn white as your mouth fell slack.

“Please what?” Jake cooed trying to ignore how you gripped around him

Your mind felt like a jumble, not much thoughts coursing through but there one clear thing in it, “Fuck me please”

Jake smacked his tongue against his teeth into a giggle, “Well who am I to deny you”

He dragged his cock leaving only the tip inside before slamming his hips forward to meet your back. Your arms and legs felt weak and wobbled but the stretch overpowered any other sensations.

Repeating the same motion of his hips, each time filling you up more and more until he was balls deep inside of you.

Your eyes screwed shut when he soon found his pace. A rapid but steady pace that ensured his tip to poke your insides perfectly, teasing at your g-spot with each thrust. “So good for me- Taking me so well”

Your head hung heavy, your shoulders hunched up to your neck as moans slipped past your lips. You felt like you were floating on a cloud, each slam of his cock drilled your forward.

Deep down, if it felt like the roles were reversed, the upper hand you once had over him, flipped into him having the upper hand over you.

“Knew you’d be able to take me so well. Such a good fucking girl” Jake spewed, his hands running over your body before grabbing your sides as he slammed his hips to meet your

The warm wet confinement you provided for him was beyond anything he had ever felt before, it changed something in his mind and he’s sure he would rather lose everything than have to give you up after this.

The lewd sounds of when you and Jake met, his light grunts and strained out noises from each other you bounced off the wall. The supposed video long forgotten as Jake continued to piston his cock in and out of you

”M-More Jake please” You wailed as you body landed forwards, your head landing onto the pillow as you fisted the sheets turning your knuckles white

“You want more? Do you think you can take more?” He laughed but when you were going to respond he answered for you, “Actually, I know you can take more”

“Always saw how you were never truly satisfied” You clenched around him making him chuckle, “Am I right?”

You weakly nodded as a response, not trusting yourself to use words that wouldn’t only come out as a moan. Jake’s hooded eyes gleamed when he saw your action.

Slamming his hips harder against your back, he watched how sweat trickled down the side of your face. Your mouth falling slack when his tip teased at your g-spot, rearranging your insides to mold him.

The stretch of his cock left you delirious and full. In an attempt to push yourself back up on your arms, Jake put a hand on your upper back to hold you in place.

“Jake!” You squealed his name as his thrust soon grew unrhythmic

“C’mon. Fucking take it- Just a little more” Jake grunted when he felt you clamp tighter around him, forbidding him from leaving anymore than an inch out of you

His free hand wrapped at your hip moved across your stomach down until his fingers found the bundle of nerves to circle it. Your wails and moans turned into louder ones when he pinched at your clit to soothe over it before repeating the same process.

“Please! Please!” The weak pleas fell deaf on his ears but filled his mind instantly

“Please what? Talk to me” Jake groaned but was only met with strained silence as replies the more he rubbed down on your bud, “What were you asking for baby?”

Your mind was reeling, you weren’t sure what you were asking for but you just needed more of Jake.

“A-Anything please-Jake, just more of you please” Your slurred words weren’t nearly considered a proper sentence than what you had hoped but Jake easily managed to string them together

Placing his palm onto your clit, timing it perfectly to roughly rub at it with his thrust made you squeal.

“Take it baby. ’m going to fill you up so nicely” Your heart fluttered as any rational thought was long gone

“Please Jakey!” You whined when his thrust became faster

“Come with me please. Please. Please” The weak pleas from him made your stomach flip as the knot in your abdomen snapped

Jake gasped when you tightened as you came on his cock that was covered by the rubber plastic. Even through the material, he could feel each spasm holding his place deeply in you.

Your body shivered when you entered the state of pleasure, your head drifting into an ecstasy you hadn’t felt before. But that didn’t stop Jake.

He needed more—to take you to heights you have never seen before.

“Tightening around me so good baby. Just a little more. Promise” Jake’s erratic pace picked up again and the coil of where you met burned into his mind as he stared unable to look away from the masterpiece that was you

You loudly shudder at the continuing stimulation to your spasming self. Each glide into your slicken entrance was easier and messier. You released accumulated around his protected shaft until it was pushed to the base of his cock with each push.

Jake continued to move his hand over your clit, his thrust growing unrhythmic as his abdomen tightened. You felt the twitch of his cock inside your walls and you knew he was getting closer to his climax.

Consciously, you clamped around him earning a grunt from behind as the sound of skin slapping on skin grew faster, louder and more frequent. Pressing harder down on your bud, rubbing at the wetness making you moan loudly.

And with one deep thrust, he stilled himself buried inside of you. Jake’s ragged pants formed into strained whine and whimpers as his cum filled the condom.

The juts of warmth spurted inside but not painting your velvet walls white of him. Your hand fisted at your sheets as you buried your head deep into your pillow to conceal your shivers.

However, your breath got caught in your throat instead when Jake flushed his chest to your back. His hand hovered your fist to slide underneath to replace your sheets with his hand.

You tightly held his hand when wet splotches landed at your neck to trail under your ear making your shudder “Never doubted you for a second that you couldn’t take me”

You scoff, peering over your shoulder to meet his sparkly eyes staring right at you. Your scoff turned into a weak chuckle as you melted at his thumb rubbing over your hand.

“Take a deep breath for me baby” He softly soothed your side and you followed through

Sucking in a deep breath and shakily letting out a gasp at the foreign feel of emptiness as Jake slid out of you already too accustomed to being filled up by him.

However, instead of feeling completely empty like you anticipated, you felt something heavy still in you.

Jake got off of you only to push you onto your side where you silently hissed at the ache of your body but you looked behind at him to see him grabbing the discarded phone and it clicked in your mind.

“Jake! The recording!” Instead of being in a panic like you, Jake gracefully planted butterfly kisses over the side of your face

“What are you-“ You stopped mid-sentence when he raised your leg and brought the camera’s focus your gripping self

Your mouth drops when you see the left behind condom stowed deep in your pussy. Whipping your head towards him to see his prideful smile as he placed a finger onto your cheek to guide your attention back to the recording screen.

His freehand snaked around your waist to your swollen clit and softly rubbed at it making you whine and him chuckle. You watched as he inched down to where the rubber was still lodged in you until he stuck his fingers into the opening.

Your hand ran to grab his wrist, “S-sensitive” You warned before two of his fingers pushed into the buried condom to open it

The two of you watched through the screen, the seeps of his cum spilling out and landing to the surrounding folds as he messily rubbed over your coated pussy.

“Messy and sticky” Jake tooted his lips together, “What do you say? Do we clean it up or do we make it worse?”

The dark whisper into your ear had your heart hammering out of your chest that you were fearful he would be able to hear how close he was to you.

You gulped down the rising excitement, however it must’ve been written all over your face because Jake was already gleaming before the words, “We do need more content” left your mouth

“Good because I did tell you we were going to need two”

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You: I’ll send you the final product once I’m done editing

You: But I can’t deny that I have a feeling this will do numbers

Jake: Is this you basically inviting me to do another video with you?

You: Possibly

Jake: How about we do a little twist next time?

Jake: Let me hit it raw

You: Not yet

Jake: Aw :(

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[hpdfag]

hello mutual!! how are you? I hope you are well :D here are some asks from the ask game for you:

moment of death, rigor mortis, putrefaction, and skeletonization!

hihihihi im doing well thank u !!!!! ^_^ answers r under the read-more since this got a bit long v_v

moment of death: to what lengths would you go for your beloved? is there anything you wouldn’t do? any dealbreakers?

almost any length at all. if he wanted me to get worse, id gladly succumb to despair. if he wanted to see me alive and happy, i'd keep fighting to survive. almost anything i can think of as a dealbreaker i would handle just for him. though i guess i'd hate having to share him with someone else... i have a terrible time with jealousy.

rigor mortis: describe your darling.

he's everything, he's a concept, he's an ideal, he's a feeling, he's a wonderful wonderful man that i love very much. i like to say i'm in love with the sun. he's so bright, he lights up a room with his smile alone. when he's there, it feels like everything is going to be okay. he's passionate, and driven, and the most wonderful man i've ever had the privelege of knowing, let alone loving. he's intelligent, and witty, and gorgeous. he's love itself.

putrefaction: do you believe in soulmates? what about reincarnation? if so, do you believe your beloved has always been your beloved?

this one's complicated. i think that, in his original form, he does not exist in this iteration of reality. he couldn't, he's still alive and well and waiting for my recovery. but through being inside the program as a part of the killing game, he's left his mark on the world. there's a piece of him in every living thing. man was recreated in his image, a little kinder, a little warmer.

i used to believe in reincarnation, but i'm not sure anymore. all i do know is that, in a way, every form that hinata has taken has been one that i've loved very dearly despite it all. even if i don't want to admit it to myself. i've always loved him, and who he became, and then who he became again. nothing could change that.

skeletonization: how would you describe your obsession? what does it feel like?

it feels like a hazy fog settled over my senses. it feels like my whole body is bathed in warmth whenever i think about him. when im jealous it feels like something sharp is lodged in my chest, something thats always been there as a dull ache but stings whenever i think of him with someone else.

even my more violent impulses feel warm. sunny. like theyre glowing. when i want to see inside of him or taste his blood it is not out of a desire to cause pain but out of reverence, curiousity, a deep hope that in knowing him as completely as he knows me i'll be able to please him.

all in all i am less an aggressor than i am a servant at heart. i was put on this earth to make him as happy as i possibly can, to please him even if i recieve nothing in return. just the simple act of service to him, a higher power, brings me joy. as much as reciprocation would make me the happiest man on earth, i'd do it all the same even if i wasn't appreciated for a second of it. its all for him.

[humanjarvis]

tantrum

synopsis: what makes sylus snap?

tags: fluff, sylus is tired and grumpy bc he misses you, he obliterates his phone with his evol, sunshine reader probably, cartoonish luke and kieran appearance (sorry boys) word count: 842

a/n: after that magnum opus line i really wanted to see sylus throw a tantrum and i kept mulling over what would actually make him do that because i can’t see him doing anything much worse than this. i think he’d find Actual grown man tantrums lame. anyway i don’t like this and will maybe delete? nvm but i had the writing urge so i sacrificed this concept from my wips. 

When you arrived at the base after your three-week business trip, your long-awaited homecoming was…tame, to say the least. You’d been expecting a teasing “How nice of you to join us, sweetie,” or a cocky yet vulnerable “I was beginning to think you’d run away.” But once you’d stepped through the front door, Sylus had barely said a word. A soft “Welcome home” and a kiss on the forehead, and before you knew it, you were cradled in his arms as he carried you to his office.

He’d sat you both down in his leather armchair, making you face him in a straddle. His tired eyes had searched yours, and a moment later, he’d buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. 

“I missed you,” you’d murmured into his ear, pressing a kiss to his hair. With a quiet groan, he’d tightened his grip on your hips and nuzzled into you even deeper.

That’d been 15 minutes ago. Basking in the comfortable silence, you’d traded kisses all the while—yours on his hair, his on your neck. 

But suddenly, a low buzzing noise cuts your reunion short: his phone is ringing.

When he makes no effort to answer, still breathing heavily in your embrace, you twist in his arms and accept the call before he can protest. 

A familiar voice crackles over the line. “Boss?” Kieran asks. “Next meeting’s in 10. The one about those stolen shipments from Linkon—we’ve been waiting to hear back for months. You coming?”

Sylus doesn’t answer.

“…Boss?” Kieran repeats. “Boss, you there? You oka—”

Red and black mist shreds the phone into pieces. 

“Sylus!” you yelp, jumping in his lap. “What’d you do that for? He’ll probably be worried. And how will I text you now?”

You pout up at him, and as you study his chronically calm expression, you see something unusual: Sylus’s eye twitches. Just for a millisecond, only moving a millimeter, but you catch it.

“I’ll have a new one delivered tomorrow. As for the meeting, I’ll stay here,” he says lightly, a tight, closed-lip smile on his face.

“But Kieran said it was important,” you reply in confusion. “Why don’t you want to go? Are you feeling sick?” you frown, starting to lift off of him.

“No,” comes his too-quick reply. “It’s just…the twins can go in my stead,” he decides simply, moving to lean into you again.

But before he can move an inch, a rhythmic sequence of knocks sounds at the door.

“Come in!” you chirp happily, too excited to see the faces you’d missed the last few weeks to notice Sylus stiffening under you.

Immediately, the door swings open, revealing two masked figures. 

“Hi Luke, hi Kieran!” you beam, and they wave back at you eagerly.

“Long time no see,” Kieran begins. “Boss, did you lose signal or something? I tried calling you about the meeting, but I think it disconnected. Anyway, we’re about to head down and—”

“Cancel it,” a frustrated growl rings out.

You all freeze.

Somehow, you’d been too wrapped up in your excitement to feel Sylus's body shaking—no, quaking—beneath you.

“W-what? But they’re already here!” Luke sputters.

“Cancel. It.” Sylus grits out the words as if holding back a snarl, and the power in his voice leaves no room for argument. 

“O…kay,” the boys say in unison, and as they back away slowly, you shoot them a sympathetic look.

Red tendrils wrench the door shut behind them, and when you’re alone once more, it’s like the man under you deflates.

His head returns to the crevice of your neck with a soft but unceremonious thud, and his deep exhales and burning hot skin tell you he’s trying to calm himself down. 

Uncertain and a little amazed—you’d never seen him lose his composure—you give his cheek a gentle poke. “Sylus,” you whisper. Nothing. 

“Psst. Sylus,” you try again, and there’s some force behind your poke this time. With bated breath, you watch as your finger sinks into the space under his cheekbone, sighing in relief when the corner of his mouth twitches upwards. 

Lifting his head up to make eye contact, you smile at him softly. “Hi.”

“…Hi,” he rumbles, and as his crimson gaze softens, the remaining annoyance dissolves from his face.

“Are you upset?” you prod gently. 

A brazen scoff precedes the dry chuckles that fall from his lips. “And what makes you say that, kitten?”

A squint and a slight tilt of your head is all it takes. 

“I haven’t had you to myself in a while,” he begins cautiously. “Three weeks is…a long time. The longest we’ve been apart. And then the moment I have you in my arms, well…” he trails off, gesturing to the shards of phone on the table. “I just want to enjoy you right now. Undisturbed.”

“Oh, I see,” you coo, cupping his face in your hands. “Is this your way of saying you missed me too?” you quirk a brow.

“Yes,” he responds through squished cheeks, honest and unabashed. “Now, won’t you stay with me like this for a little longer?”

[scarletmika]

Kiss Me Again : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/Sentry x Goddess!Reader

Summary: A crush isn't a problem, and when that crush becomes love, it's usually a good thing. For Bob, it terrifies him, because he'd managed to fall in love with a literal Goddess. Why would a Goddess choose a broken man like him?

Warnings: SO much fluff, shy Bob (I would be too), pining, age gap (inevitable when one of them is a literal Goddess), probably some very incorrect Norse Mythology but it's fanfiction people, SPOILERS kinda for Thunderbolts*, female reader description

Word Count: 4,727 words

Requests are open! : ̗̀➛ Find my masterlist here A/N: this was an anon request and the second I read it I said "I must write this right now" and then I ran with it

PART TWO Kiss Me Forever : ̗̀➛ Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader

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“So, Winter Soldier…when you say ‘otherworldly visitor’ do you actually mean ‘otherworldly’ or is she just very…you know…beautiful in that entrancing sort of-”

“Oh my god, Alexei, when he says ‘otherworldly,’ he does mean ‘otherworldly,’ why is that so hard to understand?”

Bob was nothing short of confused throughout the entire conversation playing out before them. Bucky had called a meeting of the entire group, stating an ‘emergency,’ and gathered them all in the meeting room that Valentina had designed for staging before missions. It wasn’t a room that Bob was in often, still yet to have gone on a mission with the team as he worked to find a way to use his powers without losing control of himself, but even being in there for less than 5 minutes, he could tell why his friends hated it so much.

The A/C in the conference room was terrible, and as someone who ran hot naturally because of the ‘medical trial,’ it wasn’t doing Bob any favors in the summer heat of New York City. The table was entirely too large for the small team, judging by the way that Bucky had to practically shout down the table to where Alexei sat at the head of it, claiming it was the best seat and the most important. All in all, Bob hated it, though there was a lot about the newly renovated tower that everyone hated, given it had all been Valentina’s design work.

“Look, can we forget about the ‘otherwordly’ comment for two seconds? If either of you says it again, I may just carve out my own eardrums,” Yelena made a show of holding her freshly sharpened knife to her ear, giving Ava and her father a blank look, before turning her attention back to Bucky. “Wherever she may or may not be from…why exactly have you invited some woman to the tower?”

“To train him,”

Bob’s head shot up when it got quiet in the room, realizing that Bucky’s finger was jabbed in his direction, and all eyes were on him. His own eyes went wide, and he himself thought they might fall out of his head, as he pointed at himself.

“T-train…me?”

“You said you were ready to begin learning to fight, that you had a pretty good grasp on the…other sides of you,” Bucky explained as Bob shifted uncomfortably at even the mention of the other parts of him he wished to keep locked away. “There are three super soldiers in this room, and we all got our asses handed to us by you months ago in this very tower. Trust me, if anyone can train you and keep up, it’s her.”

The team gave one another skeptical glances, turning to Bob who looked just as confused. Yelena hung her head, rubbing at the sockets of her eyes with the palms of her hands as she turned back to Bucky.

“And who in the hell could possibly be strong enough for that?”

“...the Goddess of Strategy-”

“EXCUSE ME?”

The room erupted into absolute chaos as Bucky uttered those three simple words, hanging his head with a groan that resounded through the room as the team yelled over one another, their words impossible to decipher.

Bob, on the other hand, was frozen. He’d kept himself entertained in the attic of his childhood home with many, many books on Norse Mythology stolen from the local library. He’d grown up reading the myths of Thor, Loki, and the likes, only to learn years later that those gods were, in fact, real.

Yeah, Bob knew exactly who you were. He couldn’t decide if the flush quickly crawling across his skin was due to the yelling in the room or because he’d harbored a crush on you, his favorite Avenger, since he was a literal child.

“If you think Valentina will allow this-”

“When have I ever cared what Val thinks-”

“Are we glossing over the Goddess aspect of this-?”

“Please, she could probably break little Bobby in half with a look-”

“FRIENDS, MY WONDERFUL TEAM, LOWER YOUR VOICES!” it was a very contradictory statement for Alexei to be shouting, standing on top of the rolling chair at the conference table, which the entire team was shocked wasn’t buckling under the pressure. It did the trick, though, the ceaseless arguing and shouting coming to an end as everyone looked to the older man expectantly. “I trust the Winter Soldier’s judgement, but this old Russian only has one question…who is this Goddess?”

These days, Yelena seemed to always be groaning around her father and anything he said, and this was no different. She muttered something in Russian under her breath, which most of the team by now had come to learn meant something along the lines of “shut him up before I do.” Bucky attempted to do just that.

“She’s-”

“Thor and Loki’s sister, daughter of Frigga and Odin. Goddess of Strategy, has a sword formed at Nidavellir that she’s- she’s kind of deadly with, but it’s really cool because it can summon the Bifrost. She was uh, trained in sorcery by Frigga, was an Avenger…” Bob hadn’t even realized that he’d gone on a tangent, interrupting Bucky and info-dumping everything he could about the myth that was you before his brain could stop him. He could see Yelena’s smile quirk up into a smirk as that red flush he’d already had deepened as he realized what he’d just done. “I just uh, I-I think I must’ve- I read that somewhere…once…a long time ago. A really-really long time ago.”

There was quiet in the room for a moment before Walker laughed, slamming his hand down on the table as he gestured between Bucky and Bob.

“Nice one, Barnes! Seems the student has a big ‘ole crush on the teacher you found for him!”

If the blush on his cheeks could get worse, it did. Bob avoided making eye contact with anyone at the table, gaze entirely focused on his hands as he wrung them together in his lap.

“Alright, lay off. Fact of the matter is, Bob needs a teacher that’s not easily breakable, and she’s the best of the best,” Bucky side-eyed Bob for a second, catching his eyes for just a brief moment. “I sent a message to New Asgard, they got it to her, and she said she’d do it. So bury your crushes, get your teasing out now, because she’s arriving tomorrow and I’d like if we could act like the Avengers and not the Avengerz for once. This woman did save the world…multiple times.”

Bob tried to do just that, he really did. There was endless teasing from John the rest of the day, and while Ava and Yelena didn’t directly contribute, they didn’t try to stop John’s comments either. Bob did his best to ignore them and brush them off, too busy giving himself a pep talk all day that he could do this. It was a harmless crush on a literal Goddess he’d had for years; it was nothing. He was an Avenger now, he could do this.

His pep talk had been great the night before. But it couldn’t prepare him for the moment you actually arrived at the tower in a stream of color.

The Bifrost was a sight in itself, but seeing it before your own eyes, as Ava muttered under her breath, was like its own separate wonder of the world.

The stream of colors dissipated before their eyes, leaving that same etched pattern it always did into the helicopter landing pad of the Tower they now called home. A conversation that it was decided Bucky would get to have with Valentina. When the colors were gone, you were left standing in the Bifrost’s place.

Bob hadn’t prepared himself for what it would be like to see you in person. Somehow, you were prettier than he even thought was possible.

The Asgardian armor you’d donned for years was still shiny, the light of the sun reflecting off of it. It was almost an exact copy of Thor’s own armor, though entirely blue and gold, billowing blue cape hanging from your shoulders, flowing in the wind of the city. Bob could see Styrkr, your sword, sheathed across your back, glinting in the sun as you stalked toward the group, a smirk that Bob thought could rival the sun itself on your lips.

You were beautiful. Gorgeous. Ethereal. There was no shortage of words that Bob could use to describe you in that moment as you stopped in front of Bucky.

“Well, Barnes…you look better than you did years ago, that’s for sure,”

Even your voice had the flutter in Bob’s stomach threatening to eat him alive from the inside out.

Bucky laughed, quickly pulling you into a hug that you eagerly reciprocated.

“I’d make a comment about how you haven’t aged a day, but I don’t think I need to point out the obvious,”

“Isn’t the longevity of Asgardians so fun?” you both shared another laugh, Bucky’s arm thrown over your shoulders as he seemed to give you an affectionate squeeze, a history of fighting and the semblance of a friendship clear between the pair of you. Your gaze drifted over the team beside him. ��So…this is the New Avengers, huh? Still weird that you’re living in the tower I once called home.”

Bucky was quick to introduce the team to you. Yelena and Ava were nothing but respectful, while John still seemed to carry that ‘entitled arrogance’ as Ava typically called it in his greeting to you. Alexei had the entire team wishing that he just…knew how to be normal, for once. Loud, boisterous, but it brought a smile to your face nonetheless.

“I’ve got to say, you remind me a bit of Volstagg and Fandral if we mixed them into one person. I think you would’ve gotten along well with them,” the comment seemed to make Alexei surge with pride, even as he leaned over to his daughter and asked loudly ‘who the hell were those people.’ It was when your gaze finally made it to Bob that he felt his heart was going to stop. “So…that means you must be my indestructible, ‘power of a thousand exploding suns’ student.”

All eyes were on Bob in that moment, and he was struggling…hard. He tried to speak, to remind himself of his pep talk from last night and to portray confidence, but he was a stumbling mess of words.

“I uh, I’m-I’m Bob. That’s uh, that’s me…exploding suns and s-stuff. I’m the n-new student…yay. And I-I know who you are…b-big Norse Mythology fan…”

Bob could hear the snickers of his teammates, not entirely subtle about them, and could see the grimace on Bucky’s face. But not you.

Your smirk had softened into the sweetest smile. Your head had cocked to the side, eyes almost the tiniest bit brighter as they trailed his form up and down, and Bob could feel the sweat forming as he tugged at the collar of his sweatshirt, knowing you seemed to be assessing him.

“Bucky…you failed to warn me how cute my student was,” Bob’s breath had caught in his throat as you sent him a wink. “You know what they say…it’s always the quiet ones.”

You were going to be the death of him, Bob had decided in that moment.

You requested to spend that first day alone with Bob in the training room of the tower, gauging his comfort level in any form of fighting in the slightest. The team respected that, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t all found reasons to take turns walking past the training facilities in hopes of eavesdropping on conversations and catching glimpses of this training that they all thought was going to end terribly.

Bob’s eyes were locked on you as you removed the heavy armor plating you wore, laying it out on one of the benches until you were left in the form-fitting undershirt and pants that sat below your armor. Yeah, this was going to be absolute torture for him.

“Do you want to see it?”

Shaking himself out of the stupor that Bob seemed to put himself in, his eyes went wide as they focused back on your face. He was confused until he glanced at your hands, seeing that you were holding your sword, Strykr, out toward him.

“O-Oh! Oh uh, I don’t know-”

“She doesn’t bite,” you joked with a slight laugh, taking a step toward him and holding it out. “You said you liked Norse Mythology, so I figured you’d want to take a look at it before we get started.”

You were right, but Bob didn’t need to say that. With a shaky hand, he reached out and took the sword in his own hands, and he could almost feel the power flow through him just from holding it. 

It was heavy, but not too heavy, a strange lightweightedness to it while still feeling like it took godly strength to swing. He realized, holding it up close, that the sun glinting off of it wasn’t what he’d seen earlier on the helicopter pad. The sword itself had a faint glow to it, almost pulsing, a power he could only assume came from the fact that it was forged in the heart of a dying star.

“It’s beautiful…” Bob managed to say without stuttering through it, probably because he hadn’t taken his eyes off the sword as he adjusted his grip on the hilt. “It ’s-it’s almost like-”

He hadn’t realized how fast he’d swung it, unused to the lightweight feel of the sword that was, most definitely, heavier than it looked. Your hand caught the blade easily, not even flinching, as it swung toward you, simply eyeing him with a curious look and a genuine smile.

“Well…never seen that before,”

“I-I’m sorry!” Bob dropped the hilt immediately, sure his cheeks were going to be permanently flushed red after spending time with you. You’d only let out a light laugh, catching the hilt easily, swinging it quickly in your hand before placing it down next to your armor. “I didn’t mean to! It’s just so…it’s so l-light.”

“It’s actually not. For most normal people, even for super soldiers like Bucky, it’s quite heavy,” you replied with a smirk as you rose back up to your feet. “Guess that’s a better explanation for your strength level than the bullshit ‘power of a thousand exploding suns’ shit Valentina came up with.”

Bob laughed lightly, wringing his hands together as his eyes followed you. Taking your place across the sparring mat from him, ten feet between you both, you stood ready for a sparring session. Bob…he stood as if he was in fight or flight mode.

“So…uh, how d-do we do this?”

“Depends. Bucky says when it comes to training you…don’t have much,” Bob nodded at your comment, watching as you tilted your head curiously. “You want to take it slow, or you want me to throw you in the deep end?”

“Uh…w-what’s the deep end entail?”

Bob had barely finished his sentence when your hands flicked, tendrils of navy blue magic wrapping around his waist and tugging him across the mat in your direction. A gasp left Bob involuntarily at the motion as the magic dissipated, leaving him barely on his feet in front of you. A single swipe of your leg had him plummeting to the ground on his back, landing with an ‘oof’ as your foot came to rest on his chest, barely pressing him into the mat.

“Y-you…” Bob was speechless, staring wide-eyed up at you as you simply smirked down at him. “T-that’s cheating!”

“No, that’s called the deep end,” you laughed wholeheartedly, reaching down to take his hand and tug him back to his feet, and he knew you didn’t miss that now signature red flush on his cheeks. “And that is why we’re going to start slow.”

“...why’d y-you even offer the deep end, then?”

“Girl’s gotta have some fun from time to time. Come on, let’s start with basic stances,”

Those training sessions started as once a week, before quickly evolving into twice a week, and before the team knew it, you essentially lived in that tower once again, there all day, every day. None of them minded, loving the stories you’d tell them over dinners of your adventures with your brothers when you were young, of the pranks that Loki enjoyed playing on Thor but never played on you, and even stories of everything that had once happened in the very tower the team now called their home. The more you were around, though, the more the rest of the team managed to find a way to tease him relentlessly when you weren’t in the room over his ‘obvious’ little crush.

Those moments of domesticity around you were what Bob loved the most, especially when it somehow managed to just be the two of you.

For weeks, even when you began to visit more and more often, the pair of you sparred together for hours, and that was the end of it. Bob, though, remembered the day it changed like it was yesterday. He wasn’t sure he’d ever forget it. The rest of the team had been sent out on a mission by Valentina, but you’d still promised you’d have your usual training session that day, even without them lurking around.

You’d thrown a punch that Bob managed to quickly dodge, even if he stumbled slightly on his feet afterward. Thinking of everything you’d been teaching him, Bob managed to steady himself, lock his feet into position, and throw a punch back at your ribcage. It connected, even though you hadn’t even flinched. You’d spun away from him, circling him with a smile on your face.

“Good! Next time, though, actually hit me,” Bob’s eyes widened, realizing what you were saying. You’d been trying to get him comfortable with his own super strength for weeks now, and that was the one thing he was still struggling with. “You have it, so use it. Don’t let it use you. Focus on it, channel it, and use it. You can do this, Bob. Don’t think, just do.”

Bob closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back on everything you’d been teaching him. Being the Sentry meant potentially letting that dark side of him overtake him, so he’d blocked off the Sentry. He’d blocked out his own powers, but he couldn’t. He had to accept that the Sentry and the Void were parts of him, and he didn’t need to be them in order to channel their strengths. He just had to be Bob, and when you were the one teaching him that, he seemed to understand it.

You charged forward, and he could see the magic encasing your fist as you threw a punch. Bob managed to duck, switching places with you. Your smirk quirked up as your leg came flying up at super speed. With a deep breath, Bob’s hand managed to catch it, not missing the way your eyebrows shot up. He threw your leg back to the ground, taking in a sharp breath as he thought about everything you’d taught him, and threw a punch toward your ribs, this time channeling the power surging through his veins that he tried so hard to block out in fear of losing control.

A gasp left your lips the second his fist connected, your body dropping to the ground as you fell on your knees, hand immediately holding onto your side. Any confidence surging through Bob in that moment dissipated in a second, and panic overtook him.

“O-Oh my god! I’m s-so sorry. I shouldn’t have- I shouldn’t have done that, I-I didn’t mean to hurt you-”

You laughed, and that laugh was enough to stop Bob’s incessant rambling of apologies. His gaze met yours as you looked up at him, and there wasn’t a trace of malice in it. There was pride, and something else buried beneath it that had the constant fluttering of his heart beating erratically once again.

“That, Bob, was perfect. Now…you want to get dinner together?”

From that day on, many of those days in the tower didn’t even consist of training. 

You’d introduced Bob to the shawarma restaurant in downtown Tony had dragged you all to all those years ago, watching as Bob fell in love with the food. That became a typical Thursday outing for you both for lunch. In that time, simple walks around Central Park became more common than not. Bob enjoyed the peacefulness of the park, the contrast it had to the bustling city around it, and he found tranquility in walking through it. He didn’t leave the tower much, terrified of losing control, but when you were with him, he felt like he could do anything.

Moments in the tower with you were still his favorite. He could listen to you for hours on end, and he had, as you walked with him through the tower and told him stories upon stories from your years spent here with the people you’d called family for so long. There was a story for almost every room. And eventually, when those days turned into you crashing in one of the spare bedrooms Valentina had set up in the tower for the night, you’d both found yourself watching movies in the common room until the early hours of the morning before Bob’s insomnia would let him sleep, even if the others weren’t joining you.

The team had noticed. It was hard not to. The Bob they’d known, the one who often shied away from long conversations with them but could still throw out a snarky remark, had grown more comfortable. He’d left his shell, but only around you.

“Did you anticipate this?” Yelena questioned Bucky one day, who was comfortably sitting at the island counter of the tower’s kitchen. He’d followed her gaze to the common room, seeing you laughing on the couch at something Bob had said while yet another movie droned on in the background.

“To this extent? No,” Bucky shook his head, before glancing back at Yelena with a smug smirk. “But I hoped it might go this route. I’m taking credit for it.”

Yelena found herself watching you both again, and Bucky followed her gaze.

“Do you think she likes him…like that?”

The super soldier pondered it for a moment, but there was no mistaking it. Not with the way you smiled at Bob, no matter what he was saying, that glint in your eyes. He knew you well enough to know it was written clearly across your face.

“Yeah…she’s not very subtle. Then again, if you’ve met her brother, neither is he. She looks at him like Steve looked at Peggy, and that’s all I have to know,”

Bob was in deep, and he knew it. That crush he’d harbored was long gone.

He was in love, and god was it terrifying. To fall in love in general was a scary thing. Bob had lost enough in life; falling in love just meant there was another thing in his life he could lose. It complicates everything more when he’d gone and managed to fall in love with a literal Goddess.

It had been months of training, but something in the air this time was different. Bob couldn’t focus, couldn’t pull his eyes from you, and you seemed to know it. Every time you turned away, his eyes locked on you, but you always managed to glance back and catch him with a small smile.

His head felt fuzzy, that flutter still in his heart when he looked at you, and paired with that weightless feeling in his stomach, he knew being around you would never be easy again from this day forth. He was so mesmerized by the simple idea and sight of you he almost didn’t see your smirk as you entered fighting position, ready to spar again.

You were on him in seconds, this time with a knife in your hands. Both of you knew it couldn’t hurt him, but he also knew even if it could, you never would hurt him with it.

Bob sidestepped, but his mind was blank, the simple scent of your perfume sending him over the edge as he lost his entire train of thought. You’d taken advantage of the opportunity, knocking him down to his back on the ground.

What he hadn’t expected was for you to staddle him, knife pointed directly at his neck as you smirked down at him and the wonder written across his face.

“I win…”

Bob’s breath was caught in his throat, he didn’t know what to do. But you seemed to have him exactly where you wanted him. Your smirk shifted, a soft smile replacing it, as your hand rested gently on his chest, over the undershirt he wore to these sparring sessions. He knew you could finally feel the erratic beating of his heart reserved just for you.

“I’ve been teaching you for months now to fight. To be confident,” your voice came out in a whisper, and there was nothing for adoration laced through it. “I’ve spent enough time with you, Bob, I know you. So be confident…and tell me the truth about your racing heart.”

Maybe it was the way you always had a way of calming him, or maybe it was the training you’d been giving him for months, but something clicked in Bob. He sat up, leaning back on his hands until he was completely sitting straight up on the sparring mat, you still perched in his lap. A tentative hand came up to your waist, lying on it, and squeezing it gently. Your hands followed suit, running up his arms until they rested around his neck.

“You…” Bob tried to find the words, but his nerves were clear in his voice. “Y-you make me nervous.”

You hummed, hands finding the hair that curled at the nape of his neck.

“In a good way, or a bad way?”

“G-Good way,” he’d managed to get out, leaning is head back into your touch. “Good but…but scary.”

“Why?”

“B-because loving you means…I c-could lose you,” once the words started flowing out of him, they couldn’t stop. He’d held it inside for weeks now, and the weight on his shoulders was finally lifting off him with everything he said. “And I’ve lost enough. I…I don’t want to think a-about losing you, about you…not feeling the same way.”

You cocked your head at that, one hand trailing to his jaw as you caressed it beneath your fingers.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“B-because why would a Goddess…want a broken man like me?”

He could see it clearly, the sadness that seemed to flood your gaze at his words. You opened your mouth as if to speak again, before shutting it in a moment of contemplation.

Then, you’d surged forward and kissed him.

Bob’s heart could barely be contained in his ribcage the second your lips met his, and he pressed back with a surge of confidence that only you could give him. But it was a kiss that held so much more in it than what someone on the outside might see.

Your magic was woven into the kiss, into the feeling of your lips against his, and he could feel it. He could feel your emotions, your memories, flashing before him in every move of your lips against his. From the moment you’d stepped out of the Bifrost and looked at him, he could feel the twin flutter he’d had that had moved through you. The affection, the adoration, the love that poured off of you in every moment, from Central Park to movies on the common room couch.

Feelings that he believed could never be reciprocated, not for a man like him. Your magic-infused kiss told him the entire story of how you fell for him, just like he fell for you. There was no denying it.

Your lips parted from his, but they didn’t stray far. The space that hung between them was non-existent, and your lips brushed over his faintly with every word you spoke to him in a hush.

“Do you believe me now?”

“I…I don’t know. Y-you…you might need to kiss me again.”

[chastiefoul]

he finds you crying ft. love and deepspace men

ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel, and sylus a/n: I always feel like mc wasn’t given enough time to grief when chapter 4 happened (or maybe they just didn’t show it or i remember it wrong) but to lose the people you’ve considered family like that in front of your eyes would severely mess on anyone’s mental well-being. mc stronger than me fr i would've had a breakdown every night. so i tried to write the comfort that was long overdue. <3

Zayne

He found you hunched over at the couch, knees tucked to your chest. your shoulder shook as he heard the sniffles and although he’s physically perfectly fine, he swore it felt like his heart was breaking in two.

He would gently put his key on the table, making his presence known in the subtlest way possible so you didn’t get startled.

You quickly tried to wipe your eyes and sat normally but suddenly in no time you were carried as he made you sit on his lap, bringing your head close to his neck as he held you tight.

Zayne wasn’t one who’s great at offering consoling words, as he also a firm believer of actions speak louder than words. As he rubbed your back gently he only said, “Let it all out, I’m here.”

So you did just that. You’ve said this once to him as a joke, but truly, anywhere by his side was the time you felt the most safe.

The doctor continued to comfort you in silence, hoping with every beat of his heart that his arms and hands that’s so used in saving people’s lives, could offer at least some kind of solace for your heart that was in disarray.

Xavier

He’d never hated the sight of a bed so much, until he found you crying atop of it.

Xavier would rushes over to you (arguably faster when he encountered strayed wanderers), determined to do anything he could to help you feel better.

As he put a hand over your cheek, wiping the tears that just kept on coming he whispered, “I’m here, what do you need?”

When you couldn’t even manage a reply Xavier would just stay by your side, his and was diligent in rubbing the side of your face; he never felt so useless, knowing the little gesture gave almost to none help.

For someone who finds sleep easy inbetween every hours, that was the most restless he’s ever been. He stayed with you until you calmed down, offering gentle whispers as you felt your awake state slipping away.

The moment you’re asleep Xavier was keen on wiping your face softly off of the remaining tears, and he tucked you in properly. He brought you to his embrace.

Yet unlike any other nights, he couldn’t find any part of him that was able to join you into the dream state.

Rafayel

Rafayel knew he came at a bad time. Seeing the way you spoke so stiffly and the way you zoned out of the conversation every few minutes.

However, he also knew he couldn’t leave you alone right then.

The silence once again was loud, but he didn’t think you realize that, as he followed your stare to the table, to what’s on the top of the table to be exact. A necklace with an apple charm on it.

He approached your side, cupping your face with both of his hands. “Miss bodyguard, you don’t have to be strong all the time, you know? Especially now, since you’re off duty.”

You chuckled quietly, but what followed after was not your usual easy smile but instead it was tears streaming down your face. And it felt like Rafayel could offer anything he had just to make them stop. And if that’s not enough, he swore to give you twice or thrice of what he had, it didn’t matter if he was to be in debt.

He held you tight, the sight of you crying was enough to make tears made their way to his eyes as well. And it pained him, knowing the best he could do in that moment was only to hold you tighter, as he wished that he could mend whatever broken part you had with one of his.

Sylus

He didn’t even flinch when you climbed on his lap, your usual talkativeness was nowhere to be found.

You rested your head on his shoulder and within seconds he knew that your emotions were in chaos, and if you thought you could find comfort in him, then he was more than happy to be there for you.

“Let me stay like here for a while,” you said weakly, voice all tense and anxious.

He brought a palm to your back, “By all means, darling. You didn’t think I was going to turn you away, did you?”

You stayed quiet, trying your best to get your emotions in order but it just seemed impossible. Sylus then sigh at your another attempt to pretend once again that you’re okay. “Cry if you need. Tears were never a sign of weakness, it just proves that you’re human.”

His rigid sentence somehow brought a strange sense of comfort for you, making your tears escape freely.

Sylus’ fingers felt fleeting on your back, like a touch that could slip away anytime. But he made sure none of that will happen as he stroke your hair gently over and over.

Was he worried of you? Absolutely. Yet he believed with all of his entire being that you that has fallen apart that day, would have no time standing back up again on the next day.

If there’s anything he learnt about you during your time with him, is that you’re a stranger to giving up.

[kamitv]

▷ Impatience

Sypnosis . What happens when you come home late to them when they’re needy. / Pairings . (Separate) Gojo x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, non-curse au, dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationships, oral sex f!receiving, dry humping, spitting, etc. / wc . 7.8k

[ MDNI ]

★ Gojo Satoru

“Fuuuuck, I missed you so much today,” He’d groan directly into your mouth, aching cock slipping in between your dripping folds so perfectly, “Missed’ this pussy, fuck.” Gojo whispers against your lips.

You’d let off a whine and your brows would pinch together at your boyfriend’s words, “W-Was only gone f-for an-, ahh, a-an hour longer, ‘Toru,” Your cunt narrowed around his long cock as he continued pushing into you.

To come home to a needy Gojo always ended the same— you laid out on the nearest surface beneath him as he worked his dick inside you and forced you to tell him about your extended day.

“Mhmm, I know,” He’d frown, sharp cerulean eyes boring down into your own so carefully, “Felt like forever though,” Gojo explains, nudging himself in inch by inch and watching how your eyes flicker and your lips part to release a sigh.

“You’re s-so,” Gojo rolls his hips down into you and you moan at the way his cock presses into the depths of your pussy— filling you up so perfectly, “Dramatic,” You finish, words coming out as a breathy moan.

Gojo bit his lower lip to conceal a smile. Oh how he loved watching your face contort into pleasure, he could watch the stress fading out of your eyes and being replaced with lust forever.

“M’not dramatic,” He huffs. The two of you were on your shared living room couch as he couldn’t even make it to the bedroom, needing to be inside you as quickly as possible.

Gojo’s got one hand intertwined with yours, pressing your fingers down into the soft couch cushion as he starts working up that pace of his.

“I missed my girlfriend,” Gojo groans, hips drawing back ever so slowly before he listens closely to the loud squelch of your cunt as his cock pushes back in. Biting his lip yet again, he smirks a bit, “Seems’ like she missed me too.”

Your neck arches a bit and you moan, the sound like music to his ears. “Toru, hahh-, you’re so big,” You mumble out due to the sheer stretch of his cock.

He can’t help but crack a full smile, his mind spinning a bit as your plush walls pulse around his veiny shaft. “Yeahh, but you take me so well every time, pretty girl,” Gojo praises, “Needy lil’ pussy’s always huggin’ my cock juuust right.”

Those lewd words of his make your face twist up but you can’t help but moan yet again as he slams down into you all at once.

“Hah, now tell me what held you up at work again?” Gojo requested amid his thrusts, despite watching you lose your breath.

You whine, “M-My coworker, mmgh-, h-he-“

Gojo’s cock twitched inside you, shifting slightly and purposefully angling into your cervix, “He?”

“M-Mmh-, y-yes Satoru, he!” You cry out, your hand squirming beneath his as Gojo’s larger fingers squeeze yours, “H-He… aagnh, fuck-, he messed up on some-, nngh, paperwork,” You just barely manage out.

The man above you tilts his head, eyes narrowing, and thrusts growing heavier. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just peers down at you with this look in his eyes.

You’d swear those blue irises of his were glowing with how intently he looked at you. Not that you were allowed much time to dissect that though as Gojo began fucking his cock down into you a bit harsher.

The sloppy sounds of his thrusts echoed throughout the room, all of which were followed by your moans and pleas for him to slow down.

Gojo swiftly moves his free hand in between your body and his, finding your clit without batting an eye and quickly pinching it, “So another man kept you from me?” He eventually breathes out.

He sounded upset, which kinda explains why he’s growing so rough with you— angry cockhead pounding into your cunt so viciously, as if to remind you of who you belong to.

“Toruu,” You whimper, “P-Please-, h-he’s, aah! H-He’s just a c-coworker,” You try your best to explain it to your lover but all your whines go through one ear and out the other.

Gojo rolls his eyes at you, “Yeah, a coworker who took up my girl’s time,” He argues, “Y’know what, call in sick tomorrow.”

“W-What?” You exhale heavily. With eyes as wide as ever, you couldn’t believe your boyfriend right now.

“W-What?” Gojo mocks you before you feel his thick cock shove impossibly deeper inside you, “You fuckin’ heard me. I said call in sick,” He voices out lowly. It was more of a command rather than a request at this point.

An airy little noise of disapproval leaves your throat, “Hhgn… I c-can’t just-“ His thumb swirls over your clit as his dick continues to split you open, your cunt wetting up his cock more and more with each thrust. Then his pelvis clashes down into yours a bit harder and your eyes roll back, “Ohmygod-“

“You can,” Gojo protests, pulling his hips back until he nearly slips out of you. Then he’s drilling right back in such an animalistic way.

“Toru,” You moan sweetly, his pupils dilating even more at the sound.

Even so, he has no plans on changing his mind, “Nah, it seems you forgot how I feel about other guys gettin’ in the way of us,” Gojo grunts. The sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he beat his lengthy cock deep into your pussy was so overwhelming.

Your legs began to quicker a little and your back was lifting off the couch, “But h-he’s not-“

“Shut up,” Gojo cuts off. And you do, shutting your mouth obediently and whining instead, “Good girlll,” Gojo praises in that low voice of his. Then he pants and you swear you feel him in your stomach at this point, “Now hurry up ‘nd cum f’me, we gotta make up for lost time.”

★ Geto Suguru

Who allows you to get into your shared home perfectly fine at first, helping you take off your shoes, speaking in such a soft tone to you as he requests the events of your longer day.

You’d answer him honestly and explain how there was an error you had to stay and fix— to which Geto would soothe you with his understanding nature and gentle words.

Yet, the very second you sigh a little too heavily for his liking, he’s dragging you off to the bedroom and offering himself as a stress reliever.

“Suguruuu,” You mewl out, thighs spread over his handsome face with his big hands latched to your legs, fingers pressing into your skin as he aided you.

Those pretty purple-hued eyes of his would gaze right up into yours as you faced him, his tongue delving into your cunt and lapping up your sweetness into his mouth. His deep groans were like heaven against your cunt.

"Use me, princess," Geto groaned just before flattening his tongue against your dripping pussy and lapping it upward so very tenderly that it had you twitching and squirming above him.

You pant heavily, hips grinding over the wet pink muscle below for more friction in such a needy manner. Geto's thick fingers slid up along your body, caressing your tensed skin beneath his touch before he grabbed ahold of your hips and forced you to ride his face faster.

Although you couldn't see it, constantly was your boyfriend lifting his hips into the air as he feasted on your cunt like a man staved, his cock pressing up into the fabric of his sweats and giving himself the slightest bit of friction needed.

A sticky bit of precum was wetting up his boxers where his tip was, his fat cock so very desperate for you. But, he'd force himself to wait, your pleasure was more important at the moment.

Which is why his jaw is dropping a bit and his lips are cupping your pussy as he slurps your juices into his mouth, some slipping out from the corner of his lips and dribbling down his face. Not that he cared of course, especially not when you were above him whining and moaning so beautifully.

"Fuck Sugu-, that f-feels so good-, hhggn... ah!" You whine desperately above him. He's been at it for a minute now but his tongue is so damn skillful and long that you've got no idea how much time has truly passed.

Geto retracts his head only a little bit before spitting a fat glob of saliva up onto your cunt, "What a messy girl you are," He comments, his breath tickling the insides of your thighs, "Drippin' all into my mouth even when I'm not even moving."

Then he's leaning up again, his lips pressing into your sensitive clit and making you jump at the contact. A jolt of pleasure shoots throughout your body as he plants a bunch of messy kisses to your clit before suckling it into his mouth.

The tip of his tongue dashes around the sensitive bud and you reach a hand down, fingers curling into his hair as you roll your hips forward against his face for more.

"Mmmgh," Geto hums against you, "Yeahh, ride my fuckin' face, baby," He encourages, his words making you impossibly wetter as you do just that.

His tongue sinks back down and slithers into your cunt, searing against your plush walls as he moans into you. Your legs begin to close around his head and his fingers dig into your skin, "F-Fuck, m'gonna cum Sugu."

He just nods below you, lidded eyes revealing his zero intent on slowing down or stopping anytime soon. Your taste was so addicting to him, he could eat you out for hours and hours and never get tired.

Geto would have his mouth latched to your pussy until his jaw locked, and even then he'd still keep going. You could squirt on his face, beg him to give you a break, or even try pulling away from him but he'd always drag you back to him, tell you to take it, and request that you wet up his face again and again until he's satisfied.

Even as you cum in his mouth, his dick is throbbing in his sweats, twitching all over the place as it aches to be inside you. When you finally come undone and begin to pant softly above him, that's when he slows down.

"You can give me one more, yeah?" Geto hums with a sly smirk on his face, having yet to move an inch away from your pussy.

You shake your head, "M'tired Sugu..."

He frowns, "C'mon, you can't be tired after one orgasm. I thought we worked on that stamina of yours?" Geto whispers so softly as he turns slightly to kiss the inside of your thighs.

Pouting, "I had a long day..." You explain.

"Uhuh, and I'm trying to relieve you s'more baby," He tells you with an innocent look on his face, "C'mon, gimme a few more 'nd then I'll leave you alone."

"Suguru... you never leave me alone afterward," You huff out as you recall all the past times this exact scenario has played out.

Geto snickers, "That's because I've got a needy ass girl who likes beggin' for my cock afterward."

"I-," Your frown deepens, "I do not..."

"Yeahh ya' do..." He argues, "But it's alright, I like it when you're all needy 'nd start beggin' f'me."

With a slight groan, you shift above him a little, "...Shut up."

He tips his head back against the bed below and smiles, "Shut me up, c'mon. Put that pretty pussy on my mouth again."

Heat rushes to your face as he says that and almost instinctively, you just listen to him and sit right back down on his welcoming mouth.

★ Toji Fushiguro

Oh he hates when you come home late, as if he doesn’t do so himself all the damn time.

But the problem is that he’d be texting you begging-, no, never begging but, telling-, or ordering you to come home. Plethoras of I need you’s & look at what you’re doin’ to me’s followed by roughly five pictures of his thick and aggravatingly hard cock would ping to your phone while you’re in the middle of a meeting you didn’t have to attend.

And yes, you’ve explained this to your impatient partner Toji but does he care? Of course not.

So that’s why when you finally come home, you could barely into the damn house before he’s got that large veiny hand of his wrapped around your throat, tugging you into your household and slamming your body back against the front door to close it.

“Toji-“ You barely even get a chance to speak before he’s shoving his hot tongue into your mouth and shutting you up.

Your fiancé doesn’t care to hear your excuses, you’ve already texted them to him so, he’s grunting into your mouth and his free hand is moving to lock the door you’re up against.

His lips are hot and heavy against you, cologne dizzying your senses, bigger and much bulkier body pressing against you, and his hand limiting your oxygen.

“Told’ you I fuckin’ needed you,” Toji groans into your mouth as he trails a hand down and around your frame, quickly moving to grab a possessive hold of your ass, “Y’know how long I’ve been waitin’?”

You whine as his fingers curl into your ass cheek, squeezing so harshly before moving his lips to your jawline. “T-Toji, please, that meeting was-“

“Don’t care,” He hums so casually as he dips further down and to the side of your neck, sucking eagerly on your skin, “Forty-five fuckin’ minutes I’ve been waitin’ for you.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re such a big-, baby,” You stammer out as his hand shifts to your hip and he tugs you so that his one larger leg can press in between yours.

Toji scoffs against you and his hand leaves your throat, “I’m a big baby? Says the one who starts cryin’ from jus’ the tip.”

You grit your teeth and your hands go to his broad shoulders, “I do not…” You gasp as his thigh presses up against your clit, “You’re exaggeratin’.”

“Oh am I?” Toji chuckles, pulling his head up so he can look at your face, “Look at’cha now, can’t even handle a couple of kisses without lookin’ all fucked out.”

You frown at the man, “You couldn’t even let me get past the damn door before your hands were all over m-“

He shuts you up by lifting a hand to shove two thick fingers into your mouth, “God, you talk too much.”

A pout pulls at your lower lip as his fingers sink into your throat and press down on the back of your tongue. Your eyes gloss over a little and you gag.

His scared lip pulls up into a smirk, “Look at that fuckin’ pout… Aww, you mad?” Toji taunts.

God, you cannot stand him. Well, you can, that’s why you’ve got an engagement ring on your finger now— but still, he never fails to piss you off. And you’re pretty sure he likes pissing you off. He definitely gets a kick out of seeing you upset.

You move to graze his fingers with your teeth and he raises a brow.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” Toji warns.

You groan against him before letting out a tired sigh and slithering your tongue in between the two fingers lodged in your mouth. He flashes a smile at you.

Then he nods approvingly, “Yeahhh, tha’s it.”

Oh his cock was in pain due to how hard he was. And it doesn’t get any better when you pull your head back a little before pushing forward, sucking on his fingers like the obedient little fiancée he knows you to be.

Toji licks his lips in almost slow motion, “So fuckin’ sexy, doll. Y’know that right?”

You smile against his fingers briefly before you nod, “Mhmm…”

He sighs heavily as he watches you suck on him, cock twitching in his sweatpants every time you throat his fingers and bat those pretty eyes of yours at him.

Then, he practically loses his mind when you pull off with a loud pop before taking his wrist into your hands, spitting on the tip of his fingers, and then taking them right back into your mouth.

Toji groans at the sight, “Nasty lil’ slut,” He huffs out, “Suckin’ on my fingers like it’s my cock… you’re enjoyin’ yourself, huh?”

You smile yet again and nod, “Mmh…”

“Fuck, keep lookin’ at me like that ‘nd I’m gonna cum without even seein’ your pussy.” He warns.

That makes you far more eager than he expects it to and you tilt your head to the side and really start sucking on his fingers like they’re his dick.

Then, you pull off for a moment just to speak, “Put three in my mouth,” You request, sticking your tongue out and watching how his lips part and he nearly moans at the request alone.

Toji tips his head back ever so slightly, eyes getting lower as he shifts to hold three fingers to your lips, “You’re so fuckin’ nasty,” He whispers before pushing his digits in and feeling you hum against him, “Gonna make me cum from this, pretty girl…”

You twist your head a bit as you suck on him, running your tongue all in between his fingers, drool escaping out the corner of your lips, and one of your hands suddenly dropping from his wrists. Toji’s eyes flicker when your free hand grabs ahold of his cock through his clothes.

“S-Shit,” He hisses, “God, I love you,” Toji hums as your hand strokes his aching cock through his clothing.

You were all too perfect for him, sucking on his fingers, rubbing your palm against the outline of his clothes— he swears he’s never found himself about to cum from something so simple before.

Your mouth furthers on his fingers and your hand moves to slip into his sweats, making his body jerk forward when you grab his thick cockhead and run your fingers over it so teasingly.

“Fuuuck,” He groans with his jaw going slack, “The hell would I do without you-, mgh,” He grunts deeply as you stroke his tip carefully.

Toji’s hips buck into your touch and he’s trying so hard not to moan— he was really aching for you more than he’d let on.

A messy slick of precum gets all over your hand but it makes it easier for you to start jerking him off, your mouth still latched to his fingers for a moment before you pull off.

Then you kiss him and smile, “C’mon big guy, go ahead ‘nd cum f’me so you can fuck me properly.”

Oh he practically loses his sanity at that, body folding over and toward you as he rests his forehead on your shoulder and finally lets out that sexy moan he’s been keeping in.

You snicker as you jerk him off and you can feel his cock throbbing in your hand, the messy sounds of your fingers sliding along his thick shaft filling the air.

Toji tilts his head and his lips press against your skin but he doesn’t kiss you, just opens his mouth and pants, “M’so close, doll. Don’t stop, d-don’t you fuckin’ stop,” He groans against your neck, breath hot and body tense because of you.

You smile, “You’re so needy Toji…”

His teeth graze your neck for a moment as he nearly sinks them into your skin, “Don’t call me fucking needy.”

“But you are,” You voice out so sensually that it makes his head spin

Toji grunts and you swear you hear a different noise almost escape the back of his throat as your hand squeezes his cock. “M’gonna fuck the shit outta’ you after this,” He huffs, “Gonna make sure you can’t even-, aagh…. walk tomorrow.” He stammers out.

You move to whisper in his ear, “Mhm, I’m sure you will.”

“I’ll show you fuckin’ needy,” Toji utters through gritted teeth, your hand just jerking and jerking— his legs were starting to stiffen because of how good it felt.

“Stop talkin’ ‘nd cum f’me so you can fill me up,” You whisper teasingly.

Toji’s eyes roll back, “I’ll put a baby in you if you keep talkin’ like that.”

“Maybe I want you to,” You giggle.

Then your hand focuses on his leaking tip and he just couldn’t take it anymore, groaning at both your skillful hand and your teasing words before hot and thick ropes of cum are spurting out.

His hands ball into tight fists as he does so and he pants heavily beside you. And his groans were so loud, he was really worked up.

In one quick motion, he lifts his head from your shoulder and presses his lips into yours, “Fuckin’ love you,” Toji grunts into you.

And you’re smiling against him, “Mhm, love’ you too, ya’ big baby.”

Toji scoffs before pulling away from your lips, “Alright, call me a big baby one more time ‘nd see what happens.”

You stare at the man, noticing the slight smirk he has, “…But Toji… you are a big baby— never satisfied ‘til you get what you want.”

“Seems like you’ve got the roles here reversed, doll,” He huffs before pecking your lips one more time, “S’fine tho’, I’ll fix that soon enough.”

★ Choso Kamo

Coming home late to your needy boyfriend Choso is never a bad thing. If anything, you think you stay longer at work on purpose to tease the man.

When you get home wee hours into the night, all the lights in the apartment would be off, there'd be practically no sound throughout the place and you'd wonder if Choso was sleeping.

Of no surprise to you, he isn't when you make your way to the living room and see his legs spread as wide as ever as he watches some show playing on the large TV on the wall across the room from him. You'd carefully make your way around the couch and notice he's got his eyes shut and his head is rested slightly back on the couch.

How cute, he'd fallen asleep waiting for you. So what do you do as his loving girlfriend? Well, you move to straddle him and take a very comfortable seat in his lap, his entire body jolting awake at your presence.

The smell of your perfume would seep into his nose, the feeling of your thighs spread over his would make his body tense, and the way you'd wrap your arms around his neck as he woke up would have him letting out a sigh of relief.

"Hi Cho," You'd greet so lovingly, voice caressing his ear just before you plant a cute lil' kiss near it.

Choso's hands move on instinct, two large pairs of fingers grabbing onto each side of your waist. Then, before he even gets a second to say anything, you're tipping your head down to kiss him on the side of his neck like you always do.

He groans immediately and you feel his cock jump at the sudden kiss. Then he's gripping onto your waist tighter, "Missed' you baby..." Choso tells you in that deep voice of his, the sound making you shift against him.

Your kisses trail up and you find yourself right below his jaw, "Missed you too, Cho."

He inhales sharply as you then lick him before sucking on his skin a little, "Yeah?" Choso teases, sleepily dragging his hands down a bit and grabbing ahold of your hips before squeezing, "You stayed at work longer than normal..."

"I know, I know, m'sorry," You coo as you try to make up for it with the constant kisses to his neck.

And he's so sensitive too, squirming all over the damn place as you do so. You could feel his dick growing beneath you and the feeling encouraged you to get more comfortable in his lap.

Then you lift your face from his neck and meet those low brown eyes of his, "Heard me? I said I'm sorry Cho."

He stares at you for a long moment before cocking his head to the side, "Are you?" Choso asks.

You blink, "Of course I am!"

"Prove it t'me, baby," Choso requests, voice as deep as ever.

You could feel yourself twitching every time he spoke, the look in his eyes and faint touch on your body driving you crazy. "How do you want me to prove it to you Cho, hm?" You ask softly.

Just as his voice made you ache, your voice made the tip of his cock leak. He's lifting his hips up into yours without a second thought and he doesn't miss the way you gasp softly at his clothed cock pressing up into your cunt.

"Ride me," Choso says calmly, "If you're sorry, make it up t'me by makin' me cum."

You smile at the man, "That's it? Choso you're acting like I haven't made you cum without even touching you before..."

He scoffs slightly and leans back into the couch so lazily— a sleepy, but sexy smile spreading across his face as he does so. “You tied me up, that was different, baby.”

Tilting your head, you smile back at him, “Was it?”

“Mhm, ‘nd when I say ride me,” Choso’s hands slither down along your legs before finding a place on your thighs, “I mean jus’ like this.”

You just stare with wide confused eyes, “…What do you mean just like this?”

“Dry hump me,” He explains with a slick smirk on his face.

A pout pulls at your lower lips, “Like a damn teenager Cho? Why can’t we just-“

“Knew you weren’t sorry for stayin’ out later,” Choso huffs out as he turns his head to the side.

Again, you stare at him— trying to figure out if he’s being for real right now or if he’s just teasing. But, based on the aching cock you’re sitting on top of and the way Choso’s fingers are holding your thighs, you get the idea that he’s dead serious.

So, with a sigh, “Fine,” You tell him, earning a quick turn of his head to you.

Choso comforts himself a bit more, slouching back into the couch further and rolling his hips upward to get comfortable. Though, his little movement only causes his dick to press up into your cunt.

The layers in between you and him weren’t really helping how stupidly aroused you both were. With a soft sigh escaping from your lips, you start off slow— gently rocking your hips forward as if to test the waters a bit.

Your boyfriend, Choso, quickly lets out a huff. Nothing could beat that teasing sensation of your clothed cunt rubbing against his aching boner. His eyes lowered and despite a cute lil’ shade of red taking over his features, his fingers grip onto your thighs tightly.

“Yeahh, like that, baby,” He whispers.

You hum sweetly and lean forward, pressing your chest against his as you meet his low gaze, “This’ all you want?”

Choso nods carefully, licking his lips in almost slow motion as you just rock your hips back and forth in such a mesmerizing manner. You had such a good rhythm with your hips, perfectly rolling your cunt in small little circles over his cock and gasping every once in a while.

He soon let out a groan and tips his head back, “Just… keep-, mmgh, keep doin’ that.”

You smile at your all-too-sensitive boyfriend before leaning forward and connecting your lips to his neck, “Choso… Baby,” You whine,” Are you really gonna cum from this?”

He barely even nods at your words, hands slithering further up your body to grab ahold of your waist once more, “F-Feels like you’re actually— fuckin’ me,” His voice was husk already, deep but laced with the faintest whine just as you liked it.

“Yeah?” You utter tauntingly. Then you began bouncing slightly, rutting against his cock with more vigor as he humped up into you reflectively.

“Hahh…. Princess,” He whines, “S-Shit, I… I wanna fuck you.”

You lick a long and almost languid stripe up along his neck, stopping at his jaw and giggling, “So fuck me, Cho.”

All that’s let out from him is a groan before he’s flipping the two of you over, his much larger frame in between your legs as he stares down at you so very hungrily.

Then Choso’s drawing his hips back only a little before he presses down into your clothed pussy, the outline of his dripping cock nudging right in between your folds and making your eyes flutter for a moment.

Choso shakes his head at you, “Why’d you come home s’late?” He mumbles.

You let out the faintest moan as he works up a needy pace of humping his dick against you. “C-Choso-“

“Answer my question,” He breathes out as he leans his face down to your aroused expression, “Hm? Why’d you come home late? Y’know I missed you, right?”

You nod and he rolls his hips down into yours, cock mashing into your cunt and even grazing your clit, “H-Hahhh, I-I know Cho… I just-, mmh! Remember t-that promotion I told you about?”

He stares for a second before shrugging, “Yeah…”

“I needed to show… h-how serious I am about it,” You moan as you explain and your jaw goes a bit slack as he weighs his body down into yours a little and Choso grows a little rougher.

“Is a promotion more important than me?” He huffs out, whispering gently to you.

Your head shakes, “No, of course n-not-“

“I texted you, baby,” Choso cuts off, his face growing closer, “Told you I needed you.”

“Cho-“

“Needed your cunt on me,” He huffs out mindlessly, “Needed this, aagh…” His words are emphasized with a rougher thrust against you.

Your body jerks a bit and you have such a lewd expression on your face— almost as if you were getting fucked for real, “Choso,” You moan as he swipes a hand down and rubs over your clit through your clothes.

“I missed her,” He hums, “Missed’ how she talks to me…” All as he rolls that thumb of his over your clit and continues rutting his cock down against you, “You gonna cum f’me, baby?”

“M-Mhmm,” You whine as your hips lift into his movements.

Choso smiles a little, “C’mon then, give it t’me so I can fuck you for real.”

“Choso…” You murmur as his words go straight to your core, your body hot and aching for sweet release.

He nods and his eyes never once leave yours, “Uhuh, keep sayin’ my name.”

Your back begins to arch off of the couch and he grows faster with the way he humps his cock down into you, “Cho,” You whimper.

“Mhm, I’m right here baby,” He coos lovingly, “Act like I’m n’side you, cum just like you would on my cock, princess.”

And just like that, you were cumming, legs closing around your boyfriend as he watches your face and body twist up.

Then he starts kissing your neck and sucking on your skin possessively, “That’s my fuckin’ girl,” He whispers into you.

Then, once your body stills, he leans up and quickly pulls his shirt off, staring down at your wide glossy eyes. A heavy sigh leaves his lips as he drags his hands down and tugs on his drawstring.

“Ready t’see how much my cock missed you?” Choso teases as he tauntingly pulls on the waistband of his sweats.

You just nod, almost dumbly as you peer up at him, “Mhm.”

Then he’s smiling again, “Alright but, don’t start cryin’ when you can’t take it anymore, ‘kay?”

★ Nanami Kento

Okay, he’s literally the reason you come home late.

Because of course, working at the same company as your husband isn’t always the best idea. And yes, everyone knows Nanami hates working overtime.

But, when his pretty wife comes into his office after sending teasing messages for the past hour or so about getting home and taking a soothing bath together— Nanami finds himself straining through his clothes.

You’d walk in with that tight pencil skirt and lowly unbuttoned blouse, a way of dressing you know drives him insane.

Then there’s your voice caressing his ear as you walk around his desk and wrap your arms around his neck, whispering an oh-so-sweet, “Need any help in here, sir?” And you know what that honorific does to him when coming out of your mouth.

It all makes him shift in his seat, moving to lean over and rest his chin on his knuckles as he places his elbow on the armrest of his chair, “Yes but not with anything on this damn screen,” Nanami huffs.

You smile, knowing exactly what he means by that but deciding to play dumb anyway. Then you turn and press your lips into his cheek, “Awh,” You coo, glancing over to the neatly assorted paperwork on his desk, “Then, could it be that pile of work you need help with? It is almost time to go.”

Nanami sighs and lifts his head from his hand, turning to look at you whose eyes are busy elsewhere, “No, not that either,” He hums in that honeyed voice of his.

You turn to face him, your eyelids lowering as you find yourself a bit closer than anticipated, “Then what is it, Ken?” Your question comes off as innocent and you tilt your head.

His eyes narrow at you and he scans your expression momentarily. After which, his gaze meets yours, “You are so beautiful,” Your husband suddenly compliments.

And it never once fails to make your heart swell and a smile brightens up your face, “Thank you, hun,” You say before moving to peck his lips, “But where is this sudden sentiment coming from, hm?”

Nanami leans toward your face a little just as you pull your lips off of his and you find it so very endearing how clear it is what he wants from you. “I can’t compliment my wife?” He asks.

“You can.” Giggling, your hands retract from him as you stand up straight— watching how his expression sinks a little due to the loss of your touch, “But I’m just curious is all…”

Your head turns to that stack of paperwork again and you reach for the paper at the top of the pile, skimming over it as you do so.

Nanami watches, falling deeper in love with your every move and trying his best not to think with his cock and act on impulse— though he’d done it before, lord knows he wanted to bend you over his desk and-

“Ken, I thought we discussed this contract here,” You utter, breaking him from his lewd thoughts.

Nanami shakes his head and clears his throat. Then, he reaches a hand over and grabs a light hold of your free hand, trying to gain your attention, “We probably did but,” You turn and look at him as he lifts your hand to his face and lands a kiss across your knuckles, “Can we please discuss that later?”

You gaze at your husband for a long moment, finally noticing the bulge in his pants. “Oh. Is that what you need my help with?” You emphasize as you place the paper in your hand down and point to his crotch.

Nanami moves to intertwine his fingers with yours, “I know it’s unprofessional but, yes.”

You turn your body to face him and he tries to pull you closer but you don’t move. “Ken… if I handle that now we’ll be here longer than we’d like.”

He nods, “I’m aware.”

Frowning in disappointment at your impatient husband, you let off a sigh and push forward, stepping in between his legs. “I wasn’t aware I married such a needy man.” You tease as you draw your hand away from his.

Nanami quickly sits back in his seat, the chair creaking a bit as he does so. He’s got this almost pained look on his face, as if another second without you would kill him.

“Me? Needy?” Nanami huffs, clearly not aware of the look on his chiseled face.

You smile and begin to get down on your knees, the sight making his cock jump within his pants. “Yes, you.” You scoff, “Who else?”

Your husband parts his thighs further for you and smirks, “Between you and I, I am not the needy one in this relationship.”

You nod slowly as your fingers trail along his muscular thighs, the teasing movements causing his tip to drip so messily against his clothing. “So what do you call this then?” You utter, nodding your chin toward his erection.

Those delicate hands of your trail up to his belt and you begin to undo it so slowly that it pains him not to rush you. “You caused it,” Nanami argues.

You smirk, “That doesn’t answer my question, husband of mine.”

“Well, wife of mine, I don’t have time to answer questions right now,” He mocks, tipping his head to the side and watching you like a hawk as your hands finally near his cock, “M’Too hard to think straight.” He grunts.

And then finally, your hand is tugging his throbbing cock out, your eyes widening at the sight as if you hadn’t seen it a million times before. Nanami loves the way you admire him though, he just watches in awe at how your gaze travels along his thick and lengthy member, your mouth salivating in such a hungry way.

“C’mon, I don’t have all day…” Nanami rushes, to which you glance past his length and up at his face with a pout. “Oh don’t look at me like that, we’ve already been here five minutes past our working hours.”

You snicker and lean your face close to his cock just to push your lips to his weeping and flushed tip, “And whose fault is that?” You whisper before you kiss him.

He inhales sharp enough for you to hear, “Yours,” Nanami groans out to you.

Your lips move to wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue quickly swiping in between his slit and making the man shudder above you. Then, you pull your tongue away and look up at him again, “Mine, he says…” You hum to yourself before tilting your head.

Then you’re trailing kisses down the side of his dick until you get to the base, gently sucking on the underside of his cock where he’s sensitive and earning a deep groan that makes your cunt throb.

“…As if you’re not the one begging me to suck you off,” You huff out.

Nanami lands a heavy hand down on your head as you shift to drag your tongue upward along his length until you get to his pretty pink tip, swiveling your tongue around it and pulling off slightly to spit onto it.

“Oh don’t act like you didn’t want to do this,” Nanami argues back to you. Your gaze meets his and he stares at the way you open your mouth slowly, but… not to say something back to him.

Instead, your mouth is closing around his cock before he has time to process— yet another groan leaving his lips and echoing throughout his office. Inch by inch by inch, your mouth furthers down his dick with no problem.

Even as his cock enters your throat and your lips reach his base, you don’t gag or even choke. Nanami’s eyelashes fluttered at the tightness of your throat around him, trying not to groan too much despite it being hard not to when your mouth was so warm and wet around him.

“Fuuck,” He curses deeply, fingers curling into your hair, “I trained this throat well it seems…”

You whine against him and his body twitches. Slowly, you start to lift your head before you work up a pleasureful pace of bobbing your head— sucking on his cock all too well.

Nanami’s free hand grips onto the edge of his armrest as you go to work on him and his eyes begin to lift to his ceiling. Looking down at you with your mouth stuffed full of his cock would only lead him to cum too soon.

The wet sounds slipping from out your mouth as you sucked and licked on his dick filled the air, your eyes lowering as pleasing your husband like this only turned you on more than you already were. The two of you had been teasing one another all day.

Even from earlier that morning when Nanami woke you up by kissing at your neck so lovingly, whispering sweet nothings against your skin in that deep and sexy morning voice of his. He’s had you worked up since then so now, you’re sucking him off like you want him to pass out from it.

And he might because goddamn your mouth is like heaven around him. Your head bobs and twists, your throat opening up to take him in deep every time you push down, and a moan vibrates against him as his hand tugs at your hair every now and then.

Then there’s your tongue, slithering up and down and left and right, slicking against each vein in such a way that tells him you remember every single one.

“Oh fuck,” Nanami curses yet again, hips unconsciously bucking up into your mouth for more, “So good… Your mouth feels s’good on me, love.”

You give his cock one long and hard suck until you pull off with a loud pop, sticking your tongue out for a moment as you move a hand to jerk him off. “Yeah? Couldn’t wait til’ we got home, huh?” You tease.

He just shakes his head at you and watches through lidded eyes as you tap the tip of his fat cock on your tongue, smiling a little as you do so.

He pants, “Hahh… not when I have a perfect cocksleeve of a wife t’help me out…” Nanami says lowly.

And your face twists up at that, eyebrows pinching together slightly and pout pulling at your lower lip, “Ken…” You whisper, your hand tightening around his shaft as you give him quick pulls.

“M’sorry,” Nanami apologizes quickly, making you smile. “I-, aagh… I didn’t mean t-that….” He huffs out, clearly out of it as you jerk him off so perfectly, better than he ever could on his own.

You lean forward and purposefully suck on only his top, tongue lulling around it, in between his slit, pushing saliva out of your mouth and making it all the more messy before you pull him back into your mouth.

Then Nanami moans into the air, “Fuuck, n-no, I meant that…” He corrects, “You suck me off like a goddamn-“

You pull off for a second and smile, “Say it…”

“Whore,” Nanami grunts and you moan as you sink your mouth down onto him again, making his abs tense up beneath his shirt.

Your eyes gloss over as you take him all the way in, closing your throat around his cock and practically sucking the soul out of him. Then your hands sneak down and you cup his balls in your hand, feeling how some of the mixed saliva and precum has slipped down.

Nanami nearly kicks something as you do so, his head flying back as he moans out your name. The sound makes your pussy so unbelievably wet, eyes glancing up to get a good look at your husband who was so close to finishing in your mouth.

Then you see him take a shaky hand and tug at that bright yellow tie of his, yanking it loose and messily unbuttoning some of the buttons on his shirt so that he could breathe properly.

Not that that really helps him escape that damn mouth of yours. As you lift your mouth to breathe, both of your hands move to make up for it, your lips and tongue focusing on his tip all over again.

“Goddamn-,” Nanami’s breath hitches and his eyes begin to roll back, “Y-You’re gonna make me-,” He groans again as you slurp his tip into your mouth sloppily, hands twisting and tugging at his cock so damn deliciously that he actually does accidentally kick his desk in front of him.

There’s a thud that follows but neither of you pay any attention to it. You’re too busy making his head spin with that mouth of yours and Nanami’s trying not to-

Whatever the hell he was trying not to do, he does— abrupt and warm ropes of cum shooting into your mouth. Nanami’s body hunches forward as he does so, almost as if he were trying to escape your mouth for a second.

Your hands only move out of the way though, mouth sinking all the way down on his cock so that you don’t miss a single drop of him.

Nanami’s chanting your name lowly over and over as he cums, small little I love you’s and you’re so perfect’s flowing out his mouth as he does so.

Once he’s done and you finally pull your lips off of his cock, you’ve got a mouth full of cum and you purposefully don’t swallow yet. Looking up at your husband with wet eyelashes and batting them at him, you roll your tongue around in your mouth and show him what a mess he’s made in there.

Nanami practically chokes at the sight before averting his eyes, “Don’t do that…” He hums, “J-Just…. Swallow it.”

Your hands go to his knees and you push up a little to lean toward his face, forcing him to look at you. Then, his eyes fall on your mouth and he watches as you close it and gulp loudly, sticking out your tongue afterward for him with a cute ah sound following.

Nanami shakes his head at you and scoffs, “Nasty slut.” He degrades.

You flash him a smile, and lean up for a kiss, “You know you love me that way,” You murmur as your lips near his.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he moves a, still shaky, hand to your jaw and tugs your face to his, “I do. I really do,” Nanami says before kissing you passionately despite his taste on your tongue.

After which, he pulls away and gazes deeply into your eyes. You reciprocate the stare and even smile at him again.

He grins, “Promise I’ll thank you for this properly when we get home.”

You nod, “You better.”

“Mh,” He hums before tilting his head, “Or I could lay you out on this desk and repay you now?”

Blinking, you shrug, “Up to you, Ken.”

He stares for a moment, licking his lips at the thought of being in between your legs. Then, he shakes his head, “Nope, I’ll make you wait ‘til we get home.”

Your eyes go wide, “But-“

Nanami chuckles, “That’s what you get for calling me needy.”

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Bisexual Best Friend

Male Yandere x Fem Reader He just wants what's best for you. If he has to tell a few white lies now and again, then so be it.

When you first saw him, he had his tongue down your boyfriend's throat.

It sure as hell would not have been the start of a friendship, except...

He was the one who ran after you when you stormed out of the club, mascara and eyeshadow running in silvery streaks down your cheeks.

He was the one who hugged you and apologised and said your boyfriend was a piece of shit for doing that to you.

He was the one who got you home safe, cleaned off your makeup and left aspirin on your bedside table.

In your half haze of alcohol and tears, you clung to him and nuzzled into his neck and told him you were so grateful, that he was such a nice guy.

It wouldn't have been the start to a friendship and maybe it shouldn't have been. But you called him the next morning.

You apologised for being such a mess, stuttering just a little at the deep gruffness of his morning voice. He laughed and told you not to worry about, that you should've seen what a fool he made of himself when his boyfriend cheated.

You weren't sure how, but a phone call turned into lunch together. Both of you just a little tipsy from bottomless mimosas, his arm tossed across the back of your chair as he sketched out the horror of his last situationship.

"So you're gay?"

You should have noticed it then - the way he narrowed his eyes just a little, the way he let his fingers graze your bare shoulder, the way he seemed to take just a second too long to answer.

"Yeah. I'm into guys."

That was the first lie he told you. Not entirely untrue. He was into guys.

He was just into girls too. And he was especially into you.

He could have been honest with you, he could have told the truth. But you were still reeling from your boyfriend's betrayal, too guarded and hurt to let another man into you life.

And he so desperately wanted to be a part of your life.

The next time you asked him to hang out, you were so at ease. You hugged him when you saw him, your tits squished against his chest. You held his hand and dragged him along behind you. You fell asleep with your head on his shoulder.

He smoothed your hair away from your face and any idea of telling the truth crumbled.

He told himself he just wanted to be your friend. Lord knows you needed one after such a nasty break up. But anyone who looked at you together could tell friendship was the last thing on his mind.

He took you to watch his favourite band performing live and hoisted you up on his shoulder for the encore, his hands inching further and further up your thighs.

He took you to his favourite club and bought you drink after drink until you danced with him, your arms thrown back around his neck and your ass grinding into his crotch. It was only the pulsing neon lights that kept you from seeing his hard on.

He invited you over for a movie night and pretended to lose the AC remote, just so he could share a blanket with you and keep his arm around your waist.

And the longer it went on, the worse it got. You were cute and clever and funny. You could yap together for hours about fashion and music and video games. You brought him little presents every time you came over - small packets of his favourite sweets, a new flavour of ice cream, his go-to Starbucks order.

Could you blame him for wanting you?

He started calling you his wifey, even in front of his friends. Would crack jokes about getting married if either of you couldn't find a guy by next year. And you went along with it. Ran your hands up his chest and fluttered your eyelashes at him and called him your strong, handsome fiancé - oblivious to the way it made his heart race.

When he walked in on you changing, he kept his face deadpan and told you red was definitely not your colour, even as you scrambled to cover up and spluttered at him to get out.

"Why? You aren't exactly my type babe."

Another lie. Not even remotely true this time.

And soon you got used to him walking in on you. Started asking him for fashion advice while you were in just your underwear and heels. Started asking him to tie your bikini tops and unzip your dresses. You didn't notice him always slipping away afterwards, one hand shoved deep in his pocket. You didn't notice the way his hair was always slightly messed up when he got back, his cheeks just a little flushed.

And if there were ever any warning bells - any subconscious instincts that told you he touched you too much, hugged you for too long - they were drowned out by his parade of boyfriends and flings. Why would he be into you when he could be dating a ripped surfer or hooking up with his personal trainer?

You never realised you were the reason his relationships were always so short lived. He couldn't fall for any of them the way he fell for you. They were all just quick fucks to get the frustration out of his system.

He could have continued just like that - fucking a new guy every weekend and getting brunch with you right after.

But then you went and met someone.

He froze when you told him, his smile a rictus, hand clenched so tight around his wine glass that he was lucky it didn't shatter.

He gritted his teeth and managed to choke out a congratulations. You beamed at him, flushed pretty with young love. You squeezed his hand and said it was only a matter of time before he found his love too.

He had to excuse himself after that. Had to splash cold water on his face and fight down the urge to scream. God, why was he so fucking stupid? He should have made a move on you ages ago, back when you first met. If you rejected him then, at least it wouldn't hurt as bad as it did now.

He somehow managed to make his way back to the table and smile at you like you hadn't just clawed his insides to shreds.

"So when can I meet the lucky guy?"

When you got up to wash your hands he slipped your phone out of your bag. He scrolled through your gallery, over analysing every pic of your new boyfriend. Cute, but you could do so much better. And he wasn't even that much taller than you. God, are you really gonna date this loser?

You kissed him on his cheek when he left and he spent the entire walk home rubbing the spot and thinking up ways to get rid of this new... disruption.

Later that afternoon you called him up and asked if he'd like to come to a bar with you and meet your new man. And just like that, the wild ideas in his head clicked into place.

"Sure wifey, I'd love to come."

He showed up late and spilled a drink down your dress before you even finished saying hello. And while you rushed off to try and get red wine out of satin, he scanned the bar for your new boyfriend.

And when he finally found the bastard, he turned on all his pretty boy charm. Bought him a drink and slung an arm across the back of his chair and pretended not to hear when he said he had a girlfriend. Managed to get the guy flushed and stuttering even after he claimed to not be into men.

When he pulled your boyfriend into a kiss, the fucker had the nerve to actually kiss him back.

He was careful with his timing - going in for a second kiss as soon as he saw the flash of your dress through the crowd.

He pulled away just as you reached the table and looked up at you with oblivious innocence.

"What's wrong baby? Why do you look so shocked?"

Your boyfriend shoved him off and stood up to grab you, to claim he didn't kiss someone else, the guy just came onto him swear to God. But the damage was already done.

Who would you believe was at fault? Your best friend who didn't even know what your new boyfriend looked like? Or the asshole kissing someone else while you were gone?

You threw your drink in your boyfriend's face and called him a filthy liar. When you grabbed your best friend's arm and dragged him away, he struggled to hide his smile.

He took you back to his apartment and popped open a bottle. Poured you a drink and kissed your forehead and let his hand settle on your lower back.

"Men ain't shit baby. We're all just manipulative assholes deep down."

He let you drown your sorrows in the bottle and then pulled you onto his lap when you were too drunk to object.

"I'm the only man you need in your life, yeah?"

You sniffled, too drunk and hurt and dizzy to notice his hands moving to your bare thighs.

"Yeah."

"C'mon, say it. Say I'm the only man you need."

"You're the only man I need."

His fingers slipped under the hem of your dress and he pressed his lips against your skin, teeth oh so close to your jugular.

"And I'll take care of you. So just sit still and I'll make it all better."